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This is the second of three parts in the “A Daughter’s Lust” short series.

This is the father/daughter version of a set of the original “It Doesn’t Count” series of three-part stories. All are basically the same with slightly different character relationships. “It Doesn’t Count” involves a brother and sister, “A Mother’s Lust” involves a mother and son, “It Doesn’t Matter” involves an older woman and her daughter’s young ex-boyfriend, while “It Shouldn’t Matter” involves a young woman and her younger sister’s ex-boyfriend. You can read any or all of them, according to your tastes, but the vast majority of all parts of all stories are the same.

— The Author

*

Amy stared at the ceiling, bothered by a strand of dust that had seemingly grown overnight in the corner of her bedroom. She’d have to get the broom out tomorrow.

She snapped back to what she was doing, or what she was supposed to be doing, with the sudden realization that she was so utterly bored by Matt that she thought about housekeeping as he fucked her. They’d only been dating for five weeks, and she was already that bored. He lay on her, and between her, and inside of her, thrusting away, while Amy stared at the ceiling noticing bothersome cobwebs.

Amy made a concerted effort to focus on Matt. She let her fingers trace the contours of his shoulder blades. She let her hands drift down to his ass, where she halfheartedly pulled him further inside her. She let her lips nibble on his ears and neck.

She quickly admitted to herself that this wasn’t doing anything for her. She easily let herself do as she’d done for the past several weeks, almost since she and Matt had started sleeping together.

She thought about her father.

Amy closed her eyes, and instantly it was her father on top of her, and her father inside of her. Amy soon came alive, unconsciously stroking Matt’s back and moving her own hips in time with his, helping him to find her own rhythm, and to penetrate her more deeply. A low moan escaped her lips. Her breathing quickened. In response, Matt quickened his thrusts as well, either for his own pleasure, or mistakenly thinking that he was having some effect on Amy.

Matt began to kiss her. Amy hated the way Matt kissed, and because of that she couldn’t even pretend that it was her father kissing her. Daddy had to kiss better than Matt did, but she had no way of knowing, because she and Daddy had never kissed, at least not like that, not passionately. Her father had never given her anything more than a parental peck on the lips. She had to imagine what it would be like, but she couldn’t with Matt’s mouth on her own. It ruined the moment for her. She twisted her head to the side in frustration, seemingly in an act of uncontrolled passion, ripping her mouth away from his.

“Oh, baby,” Amy whispered ambiguously. “Fuck me, baby, fuck me like only you can.”

Matt redoubled his efforts as Amy pictured her daddy. She imagined that it was his breath panting on her neck, his chest crushing her breasts between them, and his ass cheeks withstanding the raking tear of her fingernails. Her screams became louder, matching the rhythms of her body’s lust.

“Oh, baby, oh, yes, fuck me Da…”

Amy caught herself, she hoped in time.

“Deeper,” she recovered. “Fuck me deeper, baby.”

Matt began to groan. Amy wickedly heard her powerful father groaning in his place. She felt her father’s strong hands suddenly tighten on her shoulders, using them for leverage to force himself more deeply inside of her. She felt her father’s mouth open passionately against her neck, bathing it in hot, wet kisses. And she screamed with him as she came, soon after she felt his cock stiffen and surge inside of her, imagining that it was her darling, sweet, caring father ferociously pumping her full of cum.

She didn’t trust many men. The few she’d had had always hurt her. The only man she could really trust was her father. He was always there for her. He had always, always helped her, even when he’d punished her. She could count on him all the time, no matter what. He was a man he could trust with anything, especially her body. She could take him into her so easily, without any fear or inhibitions.

In moments, her daddy had brought her to orgasm, just as he had many weeks ago. He’d done it then, and now, without once touching her, although at least that first time they’d been in the same room together. He’d then gone on to do it almost every time she’d been fucked by Matt. Her father had never laid a finger on her in all of her life, and yet he had given her more orgasms, and more powerful orgasms, than any other man, ever.

Amy stared at the ceiling, this time seeing absolutely nothing, but wishing she were somewhere else, anywhere else, with Daddy.

* * *

In the weeks after her father and Amy had pantomimed sleeping together, when Amy had made her daddy come simply by brushing his cock with her long hair, nothing more, Amy had gone on to create a twisted but harmless game out of teasing him. illegal bahis She flirted with him shamelessly. She dressed provocatively. She was constantly almost touching him, or almost kissing him, or almost hugging him, just as they had that night in bed together. She called him “lover” and “baby” and “honey”, and any other sweetheart’s pet name she could think of.

He grumbled about it occasionally, but at worst he took it well, and Amy knew that in fact he really liked it. He even seemed to get a little angry when she didn’t play the game. Sometimes she did that, she just treated him like her father, to get him jealous. It made her feel warm to know he was jealous, and hungry enough for her attention to let her frustrate him so easily.

And he had stopped dating other women.

* * *

Don had Megan on her stomach beneath him. He propped himself up on his arms, staring at the curves of her smooth, round ass, as he slowly and patiently slipped his cock in and out of her tight, slippery cunt. He’d taken to bedding only young blonds lately, preferably straight haired, young blonds. By fucking them from behind, like this, with their faces in the pillow, he could easily imagine that his lovers were actually his daughter Amy.

He focused on the feel of Megan’s cunt around his cock. In moments, all that existed were his stiff, engorged prick and the warm, moist feeling of the soft, enveloping, living walls of her cunt. Except it wasn’t Megan’s cunt Don felt, it was Amy’s. Don would gently move his hips forward and back, trying to subtly increase the strength of the sensations along the length of his shaft. It felt best when he could push himself all the way in, so her hot cunt smothered his cock completely to the base, and he felt entirely consumed by her. He could hold himself there, enjoying the encompassing, drenching warmth, and enjoying the fantasy of both completely filling and being embraced by his daughter’s delicious cunt.

It couldn’t last, though. Don stayed calmly deep inside of her, but as the sensations grew less intense, Don had to pull himself slowly out, savoring the feeling of Megan’s cunt as it tugged on the skin of his prick and the rim around the head of his prick. Once he’d withdrawn far enough, as far as he could stand, he’d reverse and teasingly ease his way back in, enjoying both the friction and the growing warmth as her cunt took his entire cock again, inch by satisfying inch.

Megan began to squeal in a breathy, high pitched voice.

“Faster, Don, faster, fuck me faster. Please, faster.”.

Don ignored her for a long while, trying to lose himself in his dream of having his cock in his own daughter. He resented the intrusion Megan’s pleas brought, the reminder in the sound of her voice that she wasn’t Amy, she was just Megan.

Finally, when he knew there was no other way, Don completely changed his mood. He abruptly rammed himself into Megan as hard and deep as he could, as quickly as he could, so that her pleas soon changed to unintelligible screams as she clenched the pillow with her hands and wailed at the headboard.

It was easy enough then for Don to imagine that her wordless sounds were Amy’s, and that his daughter was coming violently for him. Don hammered her that much harder in response to his thoughts, then tried as intently as he could not to come, to make it last, both for himself and for Amy.

He felt a pang of guilt as he fucked her, in imagining his daughter. He was supposed to protect her. She meant everything to him. There was no way he could ever do this with her. He wanted to, he’d never experienced anything as exciting as this. But she trusted him. He had another role to play. He was her father. She need him as a father.

But she was also a beautiful woman. She’d grown into something amazing before his eyes. She had a sex appeal that defied words, or thoughts, or feelings. It was embarrassing, but his lust for her overwhelmed everything else. Added to his love for her, it was irresistible.

Don once again imagined that it was Amy’s sweet little ass beneath him. He imagined that the squeals he heard were Amy’s, loving every moment of every inch of cock that he was giving her.

Eventually, he couldn’t hold back. He remembered the look on Amy’s face as she had violently whipped her hair around above him, when pretending to straddle and ride him, with her fingers buried in her beautiful golden cunt as she pumped herself vigorously toward climax. He remembered the angelic smile she wore as she came for him. With that image in his mind, and Megan’s screams changed to Amy’s in his own ears, he lost control, pumping his lover full of cum, emptying himself into her with complete abandon, emptying himself in his mind into his loving baby daughter.

“Did you like that, beautiful?” he whispered into her ear as he lay on her, panting and sweating and recovering. “Did you like the way I fucked you?”

“Mm hm,” Megan replied, wordlessly, and again Don could easily imagine it was Amy.

He rolled off of Megan onto his back, to stare illegal bahis siteleri at the ceiling as she maneuvered herself under his arm and onto his chest to snuggle. He kissed the top of her head, but held his breath as he did so, because her hair didn’t smell at all like Amy’s.

* * *

“Okay, here’s the first one. Now don’t be too critical, okay? If you don’t like it, you can say so, but don’t give me all the gory details about why it looks bad on me.”

Don rolled his eyes. Of course he’d tell her she looked great in it, partly because she couldn’t take hearing anything else, but mostly because she would look great in it. Don wasn’t quite sure why she suddenly needed help in picking favorite outfits to wear for her new boyfriend, but watching Amy model clothes was probably way up there in his top ten list of things to do. She was, as he’d always proudly known, a knockout.

Amy stepped out of the short hallway wearing a sheer black baby doll, with high heels. It was more than sheer. It was almost like wearing nothing. It was open up the middle, too, tied only loosely at the bust by a single, narrow, white satin ribbon. The bare insides and undersides of her breasts were clearly visible, while the remaining outlines of her breasts and her nipples showed starkly through the fabric.

Don sat up straighter. She hadn’t told him she was modeling lingerie. If he’d known he was’nt entirely sure that he would have agreed. He liked to think that he would have refused. For now, he stared.

* * *

Amy watched her daddy’s eyes cruise from head to toe and up again. Once he’d taken her in, she spun around and then stopped, facing away from him with her feet together and her bare ass thrust back towards him. She smiled coyly over her shoulder.

“Well? Do you like it?”

She could tell that he did. He was virtually squirming in his chair, trying to fight down a growing erection. Amy imagined that she could see beads of sweat forming on his brow.

“That one’s nice,” was all he could get out.

Amy grinned, knowing that he wanted to say a lot more, and was thinking even more than that.

“Okay, this isn’t so much of a hit. Let me try something hotter,” she said.

Amy walked as slowly and as erotically out of the room as she could, making sure that her father got a thorough eyeful before she vanished to change into something even better.

* * *

By the fourth outfit, Don was sure that he was going to die, or maybe already had died. The second had been white, full body length, and flowed loosely around her like a mist. It was even more sheer than the first, letting him clearly see her nipples and pubic hairs, and every delightful curve and contour of her body. His daughter had made quite a show of standing in front of the windows, spreading her legs, letting the sunshine silhouette her body with an achingly inviting gap clearly visible between her thighs.

The third was a full body suit, neck to ankles, that hugged her every curve, also black, and also very sheer. It was so confining that it seemed to squeeze her breasts against her chest, yet in so doing it incongruously made them look even larger than they were. It had openings at the crotch, where her gorgeous blond pubic hairs stood out, and at the nipples, which were embarrassingly erect.

Don actually had to fight to keep from automatically shielding his eyes in modesty. By now, he’d given up on hiding his erection. Amy’s eyes constantly strayed to his crotch, clearly enjoying the effect she was having on him.

The fourth outfit was definitely the show stopper. It was a scarlet red satin corset, with garters and matching red fishnet stockings, but she wore no panties. The corset was really almost not there, it was so short. It began well above her belly button, and stopped below the breasts, so they flowed out and over it in their full, natural, unrestrained form as temptingly large, firm, round globes. She spun for him again, giving him a clear view of her bare, sweet ass, then she turned back, as she lifted her hair seductively with her hands, coincidentally bringing her firm breasts up, thrusting her hard, pointed nipples even more prominently toward him. Don admired the delightful peaks of her tits, where her breasts changed from inviting round, fleshy balls to even more inviting, mouth watering cones.

“You like this one best, don’t you?” Amy asked, adopting a sweet little half pout.

Don couldn’t even answer her.

* * *

Amy stood there as her daddy made a quick excuse to leave. He was so cute when he got flustered.

Amy, for herself, could still feel her heart pounding in her chest as she went to change out of the lingerie. She could still feel the blood pulsing in her ears, and had been so conscious of it that she thought that her father must have been aware of it, too. She wanted him to be. She wanted him to know how much modeling for him had excited her.

She’d been tempted to walk over to him, to place his hand on her heart, so he could feel it for himself. She canlı bahis siteleri thought about it. Not on her breasts, but between them, on her heart, although she wouldn’t have minded if he’d let his hands wander from there. Amy’s hand drifted down to her own pussy, feeling how wet she’d become, trying to appease the burning need she felt there.

Amy shook her head, to clear it of all of her lustful thoughts. She’d had her fun. It was time to get ready for her date with Matt.

Which she would do, after she lay on the bed and thought about her father for a while longer.

* * *

“I’m sorry, I really am,” Matt said, turning to avoid the sight of Amy’s tears. “I didn’t mean for things to work out this way. I didn’t know I still had feelings for her.”

“You son of a bitch!” Amy screamed at him. “Don’t you dare say that to me. It’s only been six weeks. Six weeks! You didn’t know? How could you possibly not know?”

“Amy, please…”

“How could you not know? Shit. Just get out. Shit. ‘I still have feelings for her.’ Get out. Leave.”

Matt held Amy’s glare for a long heartbeat, then sighed and seemingly gratefully beat a coward’s retreat. She’d let him off easy by throwing him out so quickly, she thought. She should have made him stay and squirm.

Amy wiped her eyes, wondering why she was bothering to cry. She was just about ready to break up with him, anyway. It just felt so good to have a boyfriend for a change. Not necessarily him, just a boyfriend. When he came along, she’d quickly dropped her silly game with her father, and had a real lover. For a few weeks, everything had been fantastic. She had someone to call, someone to think about, someone to vent to, and someone to sleep with.

Her father hadn’t seemed to mind too much. He had been happy for her, and seemed relieved to be able to start dating, and fucking, every girl he could get, which was pretty much any girl he wanted. Even then, Amy watched him with a touch of jealousy, especially since he’d started dating only blonds, like her. It seemed like every blond in the world was getting a turn with Daddy, except for her.

It didn’t take long, though, for she and Matt to settle into a banal routine. Suddenly they didn’t see each other as much. He didn’t stay over every night. They only had sex when they slept together, never other times, never spontaneously. Apparently, Amy realized now, Matt had already started seeing his old girlfriend on the side. Even later, when it should have been obvious, Amy hadn’t noticed.

Probably because she’d been so focused on Daddy.

Her father had said that Matt was good for her, even if he was a bit too old, and he was happy for her, but she could see the disappointment in his face when he saw them together. Amy and her father both knew that they could never take their game any further, that they’d already gone further than a father and his daughter should ever go. But Amy loved him, in a way she’d never realized, and never should. She was irresistibly attracted to him. Amy thought he felt the same way, and she was sure that her father was hoping they might lose control and take things further the next time.

In all honesty, Amy had been hoping so, too.

So Matt had come along at just the right time. He was what they both needed to help them to separate and clear their heads, and their hearts. Now things had changed again, and Amy had to think about things more seriously. Another man had hurt her again. it seemed that the only man she could trust was Daddy.

* * *

“No, Princess, I really have it this time. You said you were short of cash this week,” her father said, snatching the check before Amy could reach it.

“I’ll get by, Daddy. My next pay check comes tomorrow. Please, let me pay, Daddy. Please.”

Her father stared at her.

“Please, baby?” she said, trying to return to their game. It felt awkward, and she thought it showed on her face, and she thought that he thought so, too.

“I asked you to lunch, it’s a date, and I’m paying,” her father told her, but bashfully, without maintaining eye contact.

Amy smiled. So he wanted to play the game again, too. He was usually so self confident, but when he wasn’t he could be so cute.

“Okay, sweetie,” she answered. “But don’t think I’m putting out again. It will take a little more romance than a simple lunch to get me into bed again.”

He looked her square in the eye, with that same stern, masked expression he wore so often. For a moment, Amy thought she’d gone too far, too fast. She had to learn to be more subtle, she thought, even with Daddy. Especially with Daddy.

“You’ll be like every other girl I date, Amy. You’re dying to get into bed with me, and you’ll do it the first chance I give you.”

Amy laughed uneasily. He’d caught her off guard with his own aggressive candor. And they both knew it was true, every word. Her father was just too good looking, and too mouth wateringly sexy. The broad shoulders capped with a head of sandy blond hair over a well chiseled jaw made most women’s heads turn. The light layer of scruff he kept on his face made him look like a rogue, and it made them wet. At least, it made Amy wet. And his golden brown eyes and his bright smile melted them all, especially Amy.

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Before starting this story, I’d like to share the credit with one of my friend who really inspired one of the character because of a story we are writting together. Thank you Rosered!

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The sun shone high and bright in the clear sky, announcing another hot and beautiful day, the type of day where everyone is happy, where the kids are heard playing in the streets of the secluded beach side neighborhood, where birds chirp and couple take walks in the white sand shores.

But for Ryan, it was just another day to mark with a red X on the calendar. One more day without the ability to get anything. Three months ago, he’d received a real gift from god. Twins! Two little boys with light skin and blue eyes. The fourth and fifth children of the family, living together in this big house. Sadly for the happy even, it was followed by mild complications, and Gina, his wife, had to undergo a surgery. She was fine and all, but their sexual life was put on the bench for quite some time. “Three to six months.” had said the doctors. It didn’t sound so bad on the spot, but now….oh ho, it wasn’t the same story.

One month after that eventful double birth, the family had grown again. See Chris, Ryan’s best friend, had lost his house to a terrible fire, a very unlucky electrical accident having burnt all of his belongings. Good thing nobody was in the house at the time. So of course, until things would get rebuilt, Ryan had offered him, his wife and daughter to come reside with him.

So now the house had two married couples, two newborn babies and three toddlers. Needless to say quiet times alone had become practically nothing but a memory of the past. And it was seriously starting to drive him crazy. By nature, Ryan had always had a strong sexual drive, unable to be happy with the average “once a week” the statistique give normal couples. Of course he wouldn’t go insane, it would simply annoy him to be put on the bench. So with now a count of three months without any sex or even the ability to shift himself into manual drive, he was dying inside. He found himself back to his teenage years where a simple close up of naked breasts in an action movie would make his cock tingle to the start of a semi-hard on.

Thinking of it more, staring out the window, a hand in his short brown hair, he realized it might be a bit more than just a red X on the calendar. Gina and Chris’s wife had taken the kids for the week-end, gone to Gina’s parent’s home in the country. Two days all by himself, and he was happy and prepared. A quick run in to the store to rent himself a cheesy porn with big breasts and a tube of lubricant for additional pleasure, he was set, and there was no way he could wait for tonight.

Even though he felt ridiculous for the anticipation of a simple jerk-off, he eagerly went about and started the DVD, plopping his 6’3 of height on the L shaped black leather couch, a hard on already growing before the first images had even spurred on.

Fate would have though, that he would be denied this simple pleasure, Chris walking in the room after having silently entered illegal bahis through the back door. And there he stood in the door way, a toned and tanned man of six feet height, locking his light blue eyes on his own chiseled figure, curious.

“Whatcha watching?”

Chris casual walked and sat right next to a very frustrated Ryan, oblivious to the deep frown of the man’s dark brows, to the squinting of his icy green eyes. Twenty years, they had been friends for twenty and still, Chris often shocked Ryan with how naive and blind he could sometimes be. Under any other circumstances, he probably would have just told him exactly what he was doing, having practically no secrets from one another. They were close, but this was a little private. Even though he had a strong drive, Ryan had always been a bit of a prude.

“Can I just have some time alone, please.” he spat between gritted teeth.

“Wow, someone is grumpy today.”

Chris had finished by slumping his back in the couch, clearly having no intentions of leaving, looking at the screen as the cheesy lines of the porn script began to echo in the room. Placing his medium length raven hair away from his face, he stared at the screen intently, watching the well endowed blond trip all over her lines..and over he “co-star”.

“You’re watching porn in the middle of the day? Ouch. Man you really DO need to get laid.”

Of course Chris was teasing, knowing of the problem Ryan was having in this sector. He just enjoyed being a pain in the ass like that, given there were no serious consequences. As for Ryan, well this wasn’t as fun. Digging his nails in the palm of his fist, his frowned turned into a glare, boring it deep into Chris’s mischievious expression. Already the movie began to give off low moans, confusing Ryan’s angry and frustrated mind, strange thoughts crossing his head. As he pictured himself punching Chris in the jaw, another one came and barged in the confinement of his head…how attractive the man was. Too overwhelmed by frustration, unable to find the right way to react to Chris snide comment, he did something he never thought he’d do. Instead of swing a punch, he lundge himself forward and planted his lips right on Chris’s plumped ones. Every went blank and he froze, both surprised, eyes wide and still. It took several seconds for him to just pull back quickly, a deep crimson blush covering the average tanned skin of his cheeks.

“S-sorry. I have no idea why I did that.”

Of course, his fairly more open minded friend wasn’t nearly as shy or baffled by the little mishap, bursting out in a series of low chuckle, his natural deep voice rolling out in amusement.

“I do. That is what you call desperation.”

“You’re an ass and…”

Barely had begun to defend himself that Ryan was shocked to silence once more, Chris having moved forward to intentionally place another kiss to him, holding him there with a firm grip at the back of Ryan’s neck. At first he just stayed there, not moving, eyes opened as he felt Chris’s lips move on his own. What was going on? Either of them were gay, he was illegal bahis siteleri pretty convinced on that. At least he was sure about himself…used to be. But the more seconds passed, the less stiff he felt, and he eventually gave in, closing his eyes and kissing his friend back, gently at first. They just brushed their lips against one another, their breath mixing while he wrapped their arms around one another.

His heart was already pumping rapidely, confused, scared, anxious and so much more, but the more it went, the more it sped even faster, pumping harder, raw lust beginning to overtake the mix. Still present of mind, knowing he was on the edge of just losing it fully to passion, he stopped, parting his lips and look questionningly at Chris through is half lidded eyes.

“What..why…are you?”

Again, Chris first answered with a chuckle, nodding his head in negation.

“No, but I might be bi. Can’t know until you try. And honestly, there were a few times when I was curious and you looked like you could use that right now.”

There was no time for Ryan to try and argue the logic, no time for him to doubt or think this was a bad idea. Instead he was assaulted by passion, Chris returning to kissing with more vigor than before, his lips playing his with crude sexual hunger. He was too good, it was too good, the taste of Chris, the moist of his plum lips, the scent of his freshly shaved skin. Never in his life would he have dreamt kissing another man to be this arousing. Enough to find himself parting his friend’s lips with his tongue, exploring the inside of his mouth avidly.

Rapture and pure insanity. Ryan had never found himself getting so hard so quickly, his hands now traveling up and down Chris’s back, his throat letting way to a rumbled humming of pleasure, the heat flaring in between the two. He didn’t care that he was with another guy, that this probably wasn’t right giving they both were happily married, didn’t care that the window was opened wide or of anything really. He just wanted to keep kissing him, Chris, his best friend for the past twenty years, this attractive man that normally made women drool whenever he’d walk on the beach in nothing but board shorts.

Possessed completed by his own lust, Ryan grabbed solidly at a chunk of hair at the back of Chris’s head, tugging him away from his face, the expression turning into a flinch of pain. A pain soon welcomed when the wet sensation of Ryan’s tongue and lips coursed against the skin of his neck, forcing a loud gritted moan to escape Chris’s lips, his eyes closed shut, hands tightly wrapped around the fabric of Ryan’s shirt. His lips played to the stiffed muscle lines of Chris’s neck. find the weak spot at the cove near the collar bone, trigger louder reactions with sucking at the skin, nibbling at the sensitive surface. Every sound he created in Chris made Ryan’s blood boiled through his veins, filled with sexual currents. He could barely believe it himself, but he wanted this man, very badly. All of his body.

Incapable to withstand the annoying layer of fabric blocking the way canlı bahis siteleri to his desires, he stopped working Chris’s neck, letting go of his hair to bring his hand down the man’s back, lower and lower, pressing firmly on the way down until he found the bottom of his shirt, surge as he felt the upper section of his round perked ass. In a short and fluid motion, the shirt was passed over the man’s head, exposing his well defined pecks, the perfect lines of his smooth abdomen and the dark trail of black hair trickling down from the navel to the hem of the jeans, taunting anyone to follow the secret road to pleasure.

Subconsciously, Ryan licked his lips as he overlooked Chris’s bare upper body, only now seeing the sensuous beauty of it, the carnal attraction it gave off. Fabric cut his observing session short, blocking his view as his shirt was passed over his head, now also bare. He had nothing to be ashamed of himself, mildly tanned, muscular with broad shoulders and scattered trickles of dark brown hair at his chest, funneling down into a line which formed a happy trail of his own. Ryan found the same admiration in Chris’s eyes as he had a moment ago, knowing his friend was noticing his physique under a new light. But the distance between them was becoming agonizing, more and more by the second. Just mere inches that felt like miles. Grabbing the hem of Chris’s jeans on both sides, Ryan pulled him in, locking lips once more, kissing avidly, longing for more. His lips moved to the right, trailing little kisses all the way along Chris’s jaw line, suckling on his earlobe, nibbling a little around the ear. He ended giving a deep founded groan as he felt his friend place his own mouth at nook of his collar bone, his breath making Chris’s hair sway. It felt so good and yet so wrong. The problem was, the fact that it felt kind of wrong made him want to keep going more and more.

Drunken by lust, he clumsily moved his hands to undo the other man’s button and zipper, tugging the jeans down to let them slide down Chris’s legs. Even through the fabric he could see that his friend was well equip, a large average in the least. Seven, maybe closer to eigth inches. A strong desire to touch touch it, grab it, feel it against him alienated Ryan’s mind. He wasn’t about to try and fight it, not with how far he’d already gone with this. The fabric again unwanted, he tugged the grey boxer briefs down to meet the jeans lying at Chris’s ankles, revealing the erected cock of his current lover. Without one second of hesitation, he wrapped a firm hand around it, the skin warm in his palm. The gesture, along with the start of his gentle, slow pumping motion, sent a strong shiver down Chris’s spine, the man stopping his kissing to sink his fingers into Ryan’s back.

“Ughnn…ahh…Ryan…”

He was unable to word anything more, lost in moans and groans. The rapt reaction turned Ryan on even more, his own erection throbbing agaist the rought cotton of his boxers. Gradually, he sped up the pumping of the shaft, squeezing his thumb a little whenever he reached the top. It felt a little different from his own given he himself wasn’t circumscized, a little smoother and different than the rest of the skin. Tortured by pleasure, Chris made a move of his own, and a moment later, Ryan also found the rest of his clothes resting at his ankles.

To be continued….

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There she was again, strutting into the kitchen like she owned the place, dressed in her usual outfit, a pair of torn bikini panties and an old bra. Brenda kept her eyes focused on Karen, pissed off just at the sight of her, wishing she could wipe the smirk off the bitch’s face right then and there.

Brenda was wary when Tracy had asked her whether her sister could stay with them for a few weeks, just until she got her shit together and found a place of her own. Brenda didn’t like the idea but she didn’t want to say no. After all, Tracy was Karen’s sister and it was true she had no place else to go.

The reason for that was that Karen had just come out of prison after serving ten months on a burglary rap. She and some asshole boyfriend of hers had broken into a house, stolen cash and jewelry, and gotten caught. And this hadn’t been Karen’s first trip to the joint either. Right from the start Brenda did not like the way Karen treated her younger sister, though she let it alone, figuring it was between the sisters. Tracy had told Brenda plenty about Karen, how her older sister had always lorded it over her, treated her like shit. She’d heard some pretty nasty stuff about what Karen used to put her sister through. And Brenda guessed that was probably one reason Tracy had grown to be so submissive. Her sister had tormented her and treated her almost like a personal slave, and now Tracy had somehow come to expect, even to yearn for that sort of treatment from other women. Luckily, in Brenda, Tracy had found the perfect woman. Brenda and Tracy had lived together for more than a year now and Tracy relished Brenda’s commanding manner. Deeply submissive in nature, Tracy had longed to find a woman like Brenda, a steely dominant, an utterly masterful female who knew just how to keep demure submissives like Tracy in their place.

Now Brenda fumed as she watched Karen strut around like she owned the place. Plus, it just burned her to see the way Karen treated her baby sister. Sure, Brenda herself could treat her like that, but then again, that was the nature of their relationship. But she hated to watch Karen treat her little sister like she was her own property. Especially when Tracy had pleaded with Brenda to let Karen move in for a few weeks and Brenda, though reluctant, had finally relented. Now she deeply regretted she had agreed as she watched Karen take selfish advantage of their hospitality.

And here was Karen again, in that skimpy pair of panties and the worn bra. Brenda figured Tracy sauntered around like this, nearly naked, to annoy her little sister. Though Tracy was cute enough, her older sister was a real knockout, and she was well aware of it too. With her sleek killer body, long silky, blonde hair, and gorgeous face, she knew she could get anyone’s attention. And so she loved teasing them both, parading that luscious body around in front of Brenda while Tracy had to look on, helpless. Tracy had once told Brenda how her older sister would do anything to make Tracy jealous, that there was nothing Karen had loved to do more than to take Tracy’s lovers from her, first guys and then later, when Tracy realized she was basically a lesbian, other chicks.

Brenda knew just what was up but held her tongue. She had to admit to herself that the sleek bitch was one hell of an eyeful, but she resented Karen’s ploy as much as her sister did. Tracy was Brenda’s personal slave and she didn’t relish seeing any other bitch lord it over her property, especially this stone cold bitch of an older sister, fresh out of the joint, and nasty to the core. But, still, Brenda had resisted the urge to tell Karen what she thought of her or to throw her out of their place altogether. She still figured it was basically a matter concerning the two sisters, at least for the time being.

Karen shuffled over to the fridge, wiggling her tight little ass, making sure Brenda had a good look. Of course Tracy noticed, and it made her squirm. Brenda didn’t like to see Tracy humiliated like this, at least not by anyone other than Brenda herself.

“Shit! There’s no more fuckin’ milk,” Karen whined.

“Well, then– then you should’ve remembered to buy some, sis,” Tracy said, mustering up the courage, though there was still an unsure, meek tone to her voice whenever she spoke to her sister. Brenda did have to admit, though, that this was the first time she had heard Tracy say anything critical to Karen.

Karen turned in disbelief, giving Tracy a hard, icy stare.

“Screw you, Tracy. Don’t you be tellin’ me what I should and shouldn’t have done.”

“Hey, all I meant was that you could help out a little once in a while,” Tracy said, for her a little boldly.

“Shut the fuck up, okay?” Karen snapped at Tracy. ” I don’t ever want you telling me what I ought to do, you understand me?”

“How about me? Can I tell you what to do?” Brenda said, returning Karen’s hard, cold stare with one of her own. Finally, Brenda was going to speak up. This was her home too and though she had held her tongue up till now, she’d finally güvenilir bahis had it with this bitch. Karen needed some talking to, and Brenda was going to do the talking.

“You know, your sister’s right,” Brenda continued, “You could remember to pick up some milk. And while you’re at it, you could try being nice to Tracy once in a while.

“Go fuck yourself, Brenda, okay?” Karen sneered, contempt at her voice.

At that moment Karen could hardly realize what a mistake she had just made. Brenda had held it all back, her anger, her resentment over the way this bitch treated her sister, treated them both. But now she was going to teach the slut a lesson, a lesson she would never, ever forget.

Brenda stood up and stared at Karen, her big, green eyes brimming with intense anger.

“What did you say to me?” Brenda hissed.

For the first time, Karen looked a little uncertain, but she wasn’t about to be intimidated. Not her. From first glance Brenda had figured Karen for another domme. She had guessed she was a top bitch when she was in the joint, lording it over the other babes. Karen had hinted as much to her younger sister, who had shared this with Brenda. Now the two of them stared at each other, Brenda and Karen. They were quite a contrast. Karen with her Susie-Q, dimpled all-American blonde cheerleader good looks, Brenda, a sleek olive-skinned brunette, her dark hair lustrous, her big, beautiful green eyes radiating confidence and assurance.

“I said ‘go fuck yourself,’ ” Karen repeated, recklessly treading on very dangerous ground now. “You can both go screw yourselves. Nobody tells me what to do and what not to do, especially a couple of dyke cunts like you two, okay?”

“You shouldn’t have said that,” Brenda warned darkly.

“Oh, go kiss my butt,” Karen snarled at Brenda, “You and my sister both.”

Suddenly Brenda shoved Karen against a wall, shoved her hard, making her lose her balance.

“You’re the one who should be kissing butts… slut!” Brenda barked. “You should kiss your sister’s. She takes you in after you get out of the fuckin’ joint. She puts a roof over your head, food in your mouth. And all you do is act like a total bitch.”

Brenda was really angry now, shoving Karen up against the wall repeatedly as she tried to break away.

“In fact, you will kiss your sister’s butt,” she said, grabbing Karen by her long blonde hair, twisting it in her hand, forcing her down to her knees as Karen unsuccessfully struggled to free herself of Brenda’s grasp.

“Hey babe, take off your jeans and pull down your panties,” Brenda said to Tracy who watched in amazement as Brenda forced her sister to the floor. Tracy, as always, obeyed Brenda and pulled down her jeans and undies.

“Let go of my fuckin’ hair!” Karen yelped, but that only made Brenda twist it that much harder.

“Time to kiss your sister’s butt,” Brenda said coldly. “Time to show her your gratitude for all she’s done for you.”

“Kiss my sister’s butt? You must be out of your fuckin’ mind!” Karen howled, still defiant though the more powerful Brenda was able to force her to the floor on her knees as she tugged at her hair, making her wince.

“Oh you will kiss it, I guarantee it,” Brenda sad coolly. “As a matter of fact, you’ll do a lot more than that.”

Brenda started to drag Karen, down on her knees, over to where her sister was standing, a nervous smile on her face, waiting to see if her big sister would actually be forced to kiss her ass. All of a sudden Karen brought a hand up between Brenda’s legs and drove a fist into Brenda’s crotch. Stunned, Brenda let go and momentarily doubled over as Karen freed herself and tried to bolt out of the kitchen. But Brenda recovered quickly and tackled Karen to the ground before she could escape. Now there’d definitely be no more mercy for the bitch as a furiously angry Brenda took charge.

“Get the fuck up,” Brenda hissed icily, digging her hands under the cups of Karen’s bra and grabbing hold of her tits. Squeezing those tits she lifted Karen off the floor.

“Owwww!!” Karen squealed. “Let go of my tits, that hurts!”

Brenda let go of one breast, using the free hand to slap Karen across the face, silencing her momentarily into stunned submission as a drop of blood dripped from her nose. Then she brought the other hand down and tugged on the bra so hard that she ripped it off Karen’s body. Those big, firm luscious tits did look good. Karen had been parading around in panties and bra often enough, but until now Brenda had never laid eyes on her tits before. Brenda smiled to herself, knowing those two perfect breasts were going to get themselves quite a workout.

But Karen wasn’t ready to give up, far from it. Recovering, she used all her strength to shove Brenda away from her.

“Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” Karen screamed hysterically, fury in her eyes. “You keep your fuckin’ hands off me, you fuckin’ bitch! I’m gonna fuckin kill you! I’m gonna fuckin’ maim you!”

“Maim this!” Brenda snapped coldly, slamming türkçe bahis her elbow into Karen’s chest, feeling her soft breast give way under her thrust.

Doubled over, gasping for breath, Karen was again helpless as Brenda reached down to take hold of the elastic band of her panties, tearing them off her bottom, then angrily ripping the panties to shreds. Suddenly, Karen found herself standing stark naked in front of her sister and Brenda. She looked vulnerable now, exposed, the look of a hunted dog in her eyes, the look of fear.

Brenda smiled to herself. She knew that the feisty slut was finally under her control.

“Let me tell you something, cunt!” Brenda said, cold strength in her voice. “I know all about you, Karen. I know about ten different ways you violated parole. So you’re going to be a good girl and you’re going to do whatever the fuck I say. Because otherwise I tell a few things to somebody and your freedom is gone. Gone! Just like that.”

Brenda snapped her fingers. She had seen Karen come back with stuff she had shoplifted, had learned she had gone out and stolen a car with an old boyfriend. Brenda knew what was up; she knew she had the goods on this nasty bitch.

“So that’s you’re choice. Back you go, or I do the punishing. I punish your sorry ass!”

Karen just stood there, naked. She was definitely getting the message. Brenda took a moment to check out the fabulous body of the suddenly helpless slut. Slender and smooth, with big, firm tits, a small waist, perfect ass, and long legs, Brenda had to admit to herself that the sleek cunt was quite a prize.

“Turn around, Tracy,” Brenda said. “Show your sister your butt.”

Tracy, naked below the waist, had just been standing there, watching in stunned astonishment as a willful, stronger Brenda subdued her older sister.

“Now get the fuck down on your knees and kiss your sister’s ass, like I asked you to,” Brenda commanded, shoving Karen down on her knees again.

Karen, no longer resisting, dropped to her knees.

“Now kiss it!” Brenda said, shoving Karen’s face against Tracy’s bottom. “Kiss her ass.”

Tracy was a little on the skinny side, with a runty, almost boy-like ass, pale and freckled. But Brenda had grown fond of that hot little bottom, and had tormented it in more ways than she could count. Now she wanted to give Tracy a chance to have that bottom of hers worshiped, worshiped by her own sister.

“Oh God, I can’t do this,” Karen groaned, holding back.

“Oh yes you can” Brenda said, bringing her hands down to Karen’s tits again, taking hold of her big, corky nipples this time, pinching them, squeezing them hard between her fingers.

“Let go! Let go of my tits! That hurts!” Karen yelped.

“I said kiss her fucking ass, ” Brenda repeated as she kept pinching.

Finally a helpless Karen brought her lips over to her sister’s buttocks and planted a quick kiss on her smooth, freckled skin.

“Go on, keep kissing it,” Brenda demanded, pinching the nipples even harder. Now Karen could no longer refuse as she began to lay kisses all over her baby sister’s bottom. “This is too fuckin’ weird,” Karen groaned.

“It’s not too fuckin’ weird for you, bitch!,” Brenda said, letting go of Karen’s nipples as she tugged hard at her hair again, wrapping it around her fingers and shoving Karen’s face against her sister’s ass. “You’re going to eat what I tell you to eat. And right now what I want to see you eat is your sister’s asshole, you dig? So get your tongue in there and show me how much you love it!”

“Oh God, I can’t!” Karen groaned, resisting. Here she had always had her way with her little sister, and now this imperious lover of her sister’s was demanding that she actually lick her sister’s ass. She couldn’t imagine doing that. And yet, she realized she had little choice as the more powerful woman now held the balky, resistant blonde in her sway.

“I said… you’re going to lick her ass!” Brenda hissed at her, twisting Karen’s hair and making her wince, pushing her face between Tracy’s open buttocks.

“Ouch! Okay! Okay! I’ll do it!” Karen whimpered as Brenda kept tugging at her hair.

Tracy moaned as she felt her sister’s wet tongue on her asshole. She could hardly believe this was happening; it was like a dream. She’d always been forced to do Karen’s bidding and now here was her older sister, down on her knees behind her, forced to dig her tongue into Tracy’s ass.

Brenda looked down, making sure the blonde worked her tongue into the crack.

“Go on, lick it like you mean it… whore!” Brenda snarled at her. Brenda couldn’t help thinking how the feisty blonde probably got sluts to go down on her any old time she wished when she was in the joint. Now here the tables were turned as the haughty bitch was forced to service her baby sister’s bottom with her servile tongue.

Tracy looked over her shoulder at her sister down on her knees, forced to service her like this, then she glanced over at Brenda, a big, happy smile on her face. Brenda güvenilir bahis siteleri could see how much Tracy relished this. For the moment she was no longer Brenda’s plaything and sex slave, but a partner with Brenda in putting her normally domineering older sister though some very rugged paces.

“That’s right, sis, lick my asshole like you mean it,” Tracy snarled down at Karen, reaching around to press Karen’s face against her bottom. Brenda had never heard that tone of voice used by her normally very submissive lover.

Finally Brenda walked up to Tracy and took hold of her neck, forcing her face away from Tracy’s bottom and down to the floor, to Tracy’s feet.

“Now lick these,” Brenda said, pressing Tracy’s face down to her sister’s toes, “Lick them and then suck them.”

Holding Tracy’s head firmly in place, Brenda made her lick her sister’s feet and suck each one of her toes.

“Look up at her, bitch!” Brenda hissed. “Look up at her while you suck on her fuckin’ toes.”

Tracy blushed with embarrassed humiliation, forced to stare up at her sister as she paid oral homage to her pretty, well-shaped feet.

“Okay, come with me… cunt!” Brenda snarled, forcing Karen up off the kitchen floor and prodding her on to the bedroom, Tracy following.

In the bedroom now, Karen just stood there, helpless and still, wondering what torments would be next.

“Get me the cuffs,” Brenda said as Tracy retrieved a pair of handcuffs from a drawer. Tracy knew those cuffs well. They had restrained her wrists many times. But she knew that this time those cuffs were not meant for her.

“What are those for?” Karen asked worriedly, no doubt reminded of the many times she’d been handcuffed.

Without warning Brenda slapped her across the face, hard. Then, for good measure, slapped her tits a couple of times.

“Don’t ask any questions, bitch!” she snapped harshly. “You just do what you’re told, understand?”

Karen said nothing, so Brenda slapped her again.

“I asked you if you understood?” Brenda repeated.

“Uh– yes, I understand,” Karen said meekly, her willful resistance now vanished

“Good, now shut the fuck up.”

Brenda snapped the handcuffs on Karen’s wrists, then shoved her down on the bed.

“Up on elbows and knees, and raise your butt up high,” Brenda instructed.

Karen assumed the position.

“Higher!” Brenda demanded, slapping Karen’s lovely, unblemished buttocks. Brenda and Tracy both looked over the now utterly exposed and vulnerable bottom.

“You’ve been acting like a total bitch,” Brenda began. “Treating your sister like shit after all she’s done for you, not lifting a finger to help out around here. Talking to us any old way you wished, showing no respect at all. For that, you need to be punished severely.”

“Punished?” Karen said, her voice shaky.

“Yes, punished,” Brenda repeated as she brought the flat of her hand down sharply on the smooth, taut skin of Karen’s shapely buttocks, spanking her.

“That’s it, spank the bitch!” Tracy urged excitedly as she watched her mistress tenderize her sister’s bottom.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

Brenda kept up the onslaught as Karen winced, taking it, knowing she had little choice in the matter.

“You spanks her now,” Brenda said to Tracy.

“Me? Can I?” Tracy said excitedly.

“No, not her, not my sister,” Tracy whined. “You can’t let her spank me.”

Karen tried to turn over but Brenda grabbed her by the nipple and squeezed hard.

“Owwww! Ouch Oh shit!” Karen cried out.

Brenda twisted the big nipples between her fingers again; tears flowed from Karen’s eyes as she endured the torment.

“Tracy?” Brenda said, turning to her. “Now let me see you spank the shit out that cunt sister of yours.”

Tracy couldn’t have been happier as she brought her hand down over her sister’s bottom, spanking her hard. Tracy may have been submissive and skinny, but she was strong. And now she used all her strength to tenderize her sister’s nasty bottom until it glowed a bright, hot pink.

Brenda watched, enjoying the delight her young lover took in finally having the chance to administer a harsh, vivid spanking to someone — to her own sister! — rather than to have her own bottom spanked, as was usually the case.

Karen was panting and groaning, forced to endure the onslaught.

“Oh God! Oh Shit! I can’t believe this is happening to me!” Karen wailed.

Now Brenda reached into a drawer for her tube of lubricating jelly, handing it to Tracy.

“Grease her asshole,” Brenda told Tracy, who gleefully took the tube from her hand.

“What? What is she going to do?” Karen asked, turning her head in shock.

“You don’t listen, do you?” Brenda snapped at her. “I told you to just shut the fuck up and do what you’re told and here you are mouthing off again. We’re going to have to do something about that.”

And what Brenda did was find a gag, stuff it in Tracy’s both, and strap it in place, Karen too stunned to say anything as she was gagged.

“Okay, now grease up that ass,” Brenda said.

Tracy squeezed some of the clear jelly onto her fingertips and then slapped it between her sister’s cheeks, working it into her crack.

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Ben was 22 just out of college and down on his luck. Ben worked as a service advisor at a local repair shop. As he woke up that morning he brushed his dark brown bangs out of his sleepy eyes and rolled over to turn off the alarm. He planted his feet on the ground and headed to the shower. Ben turned the knob to the shower and let it warm up as he slowly pulled off his underwear and pulled a towel out of the cabinet. He stepped into the shower and felt the warm water consume his body. His eyes still half closed he reached for the soap, squirting it into his hands. He rubbed the liquid across his abs and pushing the suds up his chest before letting the water rinse it off. Ben lathered his long 7-inch flaccid cock and felt it start to grow.

“Damn,I need to get some.” Ben thought as he played with his now fully enlarge dick.

Ben had started this job about six months prior and worked six days a week 7am until 8pm. If Ben wasn’t at work he was swimming, running, or maintaining his small one bedroom home. Ben continued to massage his cock as the warm water ran all over his body relaxing each and every muscle. He began to pump faster and his now 10-inch rock hard dick ached for release. Ben’s balls tightened and he shot a warm sticky load over his hand, legs, and feet. He rinsed the semen from his body and turned off the shower.

He dressed and stepped outside. The hot Northern Indiana summer sun beat down on Ben as he walked to his car, the August humidity already making him feel like he was sweating. Ben drove to work almost on auto-pilot, thinking about all of the things he needed to get done and the little money he had to complete it. He walked into work turned on his computer and read through his appointments for the day. A few oil changes, a couple brake issues, nothing too serious. He spent his day like normal helping customers, completing paperwork, and answering the phones. During the shop’s lunch break, Ben was at his desk trying to catch up with some old paperwork not yet completed. A tall man in his early forties walked into the shop. He had grey hair but was spiked. He was wearing an old yellow shirt with Lynyrd Skynyrd across the top.

Ben looked up. “Hi, can I help you?” Ben asked with a smile on his face.

“Yea. I came in to get some parts for my truck. How much would it cost to replace the fuel tank?” The man asked with a smile.

Ben looked at the computer and answered, “$305 plus parts. I can do it in about half an hour if you have time.”

The gentleman laughed and said, “No, it’s ok. I was going to just do it myself.”

The gentleman went into the part department and soon came back. “You have a good one, stay cool,” he said with a smile on his face.

The man walked to his truck, Ben watching the entire time. For a man in his early forties Ben would have thought early thirties if it wasn’t for the gray hair and crow’s feet peeking from the crease of his eye. Ben admired the man’s body as he climbed into his blue pickup. Soon the pickup was out of sight and Ben was more aware of himself. He could feel his cock pushing against his blue jeans. Ben tried to get the man out of his head but couldn’t.

A few hours passed and Ben could feel the sun warming the blacktop as he walked the parking lot with a cigarette between his lips. He watch as a familiar truck pulled back into the parking lot and drove right for him. Ben could not see the driver due to a glare off the windshield. He squinted trying to find who the driver was. Soon the glare subsided and he could see the man with the gray hair and yellow shirt pull up beside him.

“You still have time to switch out my tanks?” the man asked.

“Of Course,” Ben said with a smile, “it will just take a couple hours.”

“Ok, I have a friend who said he could pick me up.” the man said. As he shut off the truck and opened the door.

Ben walked the man inside and took some information from him. The man joked about the heat, the truck, and the country music playing from the speaker system across the entire dealership. The man was smiling the whole time and so was Ben. Ben could feel his pants becoming tight again as he typed the man’s information into the computer

“First and last name?” Ben asked

“Garrett Davis.” The man responded.

Ben finished the paperwork and walked Garrett to the waiting area until the friend came to pick him up. Soon after, the clock hit five o’clock and everyone but one technician and Ben left. Ben went to clean up the waiting room and found Garrett still sitting there watching tv and reading through a magazine. Garrett looked up and smiled.

“Thought you were leaving.” said Ben in a questioning manner.

“My buddy got tied up at work,” Garrett stated, ” I don’t mind though.”

Ben smiled and continued to clean the room. As Ben picked up a stack of old magazines to put back on the shelf his stomach made a large audible growl.

Garrett chuckled, “Hungry?” .

“Yea, skipped lunch today.” canlı bahis şirketleri Ben said with a laugh.

Ben finished cleaning up and headed back to the service drive. Ben sat down at his desk and looked at his phone.

“Bored?” Garrett said making Ben jump.

“Yea, sorry I didn’t see you there.” Garrett laughed

. “I was thinking of ordering some food to be delivered here, is that ok?” he asked.

Ben smiled. “Of course”

“You want something?” Garrett questioned.

“No thanks, I don’t have any money on me.” Ben answered.

“Don’t worry it’s on me. A couple taco’s?” he asked again.

“No, I really can’t. I appreciate it though.” Ben’s stomach growled again.

“I am getting you some food whether you like it or not, you sound like you are starving.” Garrett walked away pulling his phone to his ear. A few moments later he returned with a smile. “So what does a guy like you end up in a place like this for?” Garrett asked.

Ben looked down and explained he graduated college was working as a bartender and a part-time social worker during the day. The bar closed down in January right after he had moved into a new house. Soon after he was laid off as a social worker. He was desperate for a job and started working at the dealership to pay his bills. Ben asked about Garrett’s work. Garrett worked as a supervisor at the local steel mill and spent most of his weekends during the summer on his boat on Lake Michigan where Garrett had a small house on the water. Ben and Garrett laughed and joked and were having a good time.

The food showed up and they ate. Ben thanked Garrett for the food and they continued to chat as the truck was being worked on. Around 7:00pm the technician brought the keys to the truck up and told Garrett the truck was finished and everything looked good with the truck. The technician then left while Ben finished Garrett’s paperwork. Garrett paid for the work and Ben and Garrett walked back out to the service drive. The shop was empty, only the buzz of the air compressor filled the air. Ben thanked Garrett for his business and put his hand out to shake.

Garrett grabbed Ben’s hand and pulled him in wrapping his long arms around Ben’s back and leaning in for a lustful kiss. Ben, shocked, followed Garrett’s moves and kissed back. Ben could feel his cock growing as they kissed. Garrett pushed his body into ben moving him against the was close behind them. Garrett pushed his hips against Ben’s and Ben could feel Garrett’s rock hard dick run against his. They continue to kiss and grope and feel and explore each others bodies. A cool breeze swept through the shop making Ben shiver from over stimulation. Garrett hugged him harder.

Ben pulled away, grabbing Garrett’s hand, pulling him to an empty consulting room nearby. Garrett pulled Ben back pulling off his shirt revealing his abs skinny body and subtle abs. Ben sat on the desk as Garrett removed his own shirt and threw it onto the bland tile floor. Garrett leaned over Ben pinning him onto the desk and kissed him passionately. He pulled at Ben’s belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Garrett kissed down Ben’s neck around his chest and past his belly button. Ben bucked with anticipation. He raised his ass into the air and Garrett pulled down his pants and underwear.

Ben’s rock hard dick popped up and Garrett brought it into his mouth. He worked his way up and down bringing Ben to the edge before stopping and moving back up to kiss him. Ben pushed Garrett away, sat up, and undid Garrett’s Khaki Shorts. He pushed Garrett’s shorts down and grabbed his cock. Garrett was uncut and had a large purple head. Garrett dripped precum onto Ben’s leg. Garrett’s cock was massive, growing to around 11 to 12 inches and was long and wide but not too wide. Ben began to lower his head but Garrett stopped him.

“Sorry, it’s been a while and I don’t think I will last much longer with that,” Garrett said.

Garrett then pushed Ben back down, raised his legs and Garrett lowered his mouth to Ben’s ass. Garrett licked, spat, and drove Ben crazy, teasing Ben’s hole, until he relaxed. Garrett lined the head of his cock up with Ben’s waiting hole and began to slowly push it in. Ben tried to relax more but Garrett’s cock was pulling his hole wider and wider. Ben let out a small moan of pain and Garrett stopped. He leaned over and Kissed Ben on the neck and waited for him to relax. After a few seconds Ben pushed back onto Garrett’s cock wanting more. Soon Ben could feel Garrett’s balls resting against his cheeks.

Garrett began to move his hips; in, out, in, out. It all felt like one motion. Ben’s head was swimming and his body was completely relaxed. Garrett began to fuck Ben harder. Ben tried to hold back his moans as much as he could but as Garrett expertly moved his hips it became harder and harder not to scream. Garrett kissed Ben trying to keep him quiet. Ben could feel his balls pull up toward his body and the cum start to move through his cock. Ben canlı kaçak iddaa tried to hold back and make the feeling continue but it was too much and he shot his load all over his stomach. Garrett watched as Ben shot load after load. Ben’s ass contracted as he shot bringing Garrett over the edge.

Garrett tried to pull out but Ben pulled Garrett all the way in. Garrett shot his load deep inside Ben’s ass. Garrett and Ben were still for a few minutes enjoying the aftershock of what just happened. Ben and Garrett got up, began to slip back into their clothes. Garrett kissed Ben again passionately before leaving.

As Garrett walked out the doors and to his car he reached into his pocket to pull out his keys and found a business card. The card read “Let’s do this again” on the back, on the front was Ben’s phone number. Ben turned off the lights, closed the doors, and got into his car. His legs were still weak. He clicked his seatbelt in and headed home. Once home he went straight to his room, put his phone on the charger and put his head on his pillow. His mind wandered through the events that happened over and over like a movie in his mind. His cock was once again rock hard but Ben did not have the energy to finish himself. He drifted off to sleep.

The next morning he woke up, looked at his phone, and saw a text message from a number he did not recognize. He rubbed his eyes and swiped the screen to read the message. “Want to redo last night but on the boat this time? Saturday?” Ben’s eyes widened from his sleepy daze into a shocked look. The time stamp read 3:30a.m. Garrett actually texted him.

“Sorry, I work all day on Saturdays” Ben responded.

A few hours later Garrett responded, “What time do you get off?”

“6” Ben texted back.

“Can I pick you up after?” Garrett messaged back almost immediately.

Ben thought for a minute and realized it had been almost a year since he had any contact with another human outside of work and family.

“Yea, pick me up at 7.” Ben sent back

It was only Thursday but Ben already had butterflies in his stomach and smiled all day. His shift seemed to move faster with Garrett there to talk to. They texted back and forth talking about movies, music, sports, and interests. Ben learned Garrett was 42, loved classic rock, and had worked in the same place for the last 19 years. Ben learned that Garrett worked as the head engineer at the local steel mill and loved his job. Friday went by quickly for Ben and Garrett.

Ben woke up Saturday morning and routinely prepared for his day. He went to the shop and every minute felt like an hour. As the day drew to a close Ben received a text from Garrett “Pack a swimsuit if you want. What’s your address.” Ben sent Garrett his address and packed up his things to head home. On the way home he replayed the last time he saw Garrett in his head. He showered, dressed, and packed a bag.

As he finished packing his bag, Garrett knocked on the door. Ben answered the door and invited him in. Garrett hugged and kissed Ben, Garrett’s salt and pepper stubble scratching against Ben’s soft cheek.Ben pulled his shoes onto his feet and grabbed the handle of his bag. He followed Garrett out the front door to see a shiny white Miata sitting in his driveway. Garrett open the passenger door and motioned for Ben to get in. Ben climbed into the compact sports car. Garrett pulled out of the driveway and headed for the lake house.

After about 40 minutes of windblown hair and roaring engine, the men pulled up to Garrett’s lake house. The small bungalow style cottage had white trim, seafoam green siding, a large porch. You could see the never ending water that is Lake Michigan behind it. Garrett opened the door and carried Ben’s bag into the house, Ben followed feeling more nervous us now than ever. Garrett moved quickly through the house grabbing keys to the boat, towels, and shorts. The two men walked out the back door to the back porch. A white swing moved in the breeze.

Garrett walked down the stairs to a platform that brought them to the pier. They walked down the long pier that swayed with the waves. Ben followed Garrett to the end where a large boat rocked and creaked. Garrett hopped on the boat and offered his hand to help Ben get on to the tilting boat. Ben planted a foot on the deck of the boat. He stepped on but began to lose his balance. Garrett pulled Ben closer to help him balance. They both began to laugh.

Garrett looked down at Ben with a smile. He bent closer and kissed him. Garrett walked to the wheel of the boat, inserted the key and turned the boat on. A roar came from the back as the engine fired. Ben took a seat in the cold seat next to Garrett and watched as he flipped switches lighting the boat. Garrett pushed forward on arm that controlled the speed. The engines roared as the boat moved farther away from the dock. The water glugged behind them as it was sucked into the propellor.

Ben watched as the shoreline disappeared canlı kaçak bahis behind them. The sun was beginning to set and temperature dropped. Garrett drove the boat for a while longer moving farther and farther from shore before stopping the engine and releasing the anchor. Garrett hopped up and moved to the front of the boat.

“Come sit with me.” Garrett said.

Ben moved across the boat holding on to the sides to keep his balance. A large wave rocked the boat hard making Ben fall into the seat next to Garrett. Garrett laughed as he scooted closer to put his arm around Ben. Ben kissed Garrett on the check. Ben was comfortable in Garrett’s arms. They sat silently enjoying the warmth of each other bodies, the smell of the water, and the glow of the setting sun. After a while Garrett stood up and walked to a small door that lead to the cabin below.

“Want a drink?” Garrett asked.

Ben nodded. Garrett disappeared into the dark cabin below. Several minutes later Garrett emerged with two glasses with a light pink liquid within. Garrett handed it to Ben. Ben could smell pineapple, cranberry, it smelled sweet but slightly sour. He pulled the drink to his lips and sipped. It tasted of grapefruit but had a strong aftertaste of vodka.

Garrett reached his arm around and the boys sipped their drinks silently, both a little nervous, as the sun set. Soon the only light for miles was the small flashing beacon on the boat and the moon, which radiated across the now black water. Garrett turned on the radio and moved closer to Ben. Garrett was nervous and excited for that night. He reached around Ben and rubbed his back. Ben nuzzled into Garrett’s side and closed his eyes, loving the contact he had been missing out on for so long.

Garrett adjusted how he was sitting and leaned over to kiss Ben. Garrett laid Ben’s head on the bench seat and moved on top. Garrett was already very hard and Ben could feel it. Garrett kissed Ben and ground his hips into Ben’s. Ben turned and cuddled up against Ben so both were on their side. Ben and Garrett’s tongues were tied together constantly moving.

Garrett pulled up at Ben’s shirt moving it off his body in one swipe. Garrett shook as his nerves grew. Ben could feel Garrett’s hands tremble on his hips.

“What’s wrong?” Ben asked.

Garrett pulled back. “It’s nothing,” he said with a sigh.

“Come on, it’s just you and me out here in the middle of the water.” Ben reassured Garrett.

“Ok, the other day when we first met was the first time in a long time I have been with anyone. I have never done anything like this before, like with a guy.”

Ben sat up. “Oh, well it’s ok. We can slow down.” Ben stated, “Let’s take a break.”

Ben stood up and moved to the edge of the boat. Ben turned around and jumped off the side of the boat. Garrett ran over to the edge and looked into the black water, the water rippled from the impact of Ben’s body against its calm surface. After a couple seconds and a small panic from Garrett, Ben’s head emerged from the water. Ben shook his hair sending water all over.

“Come on, get in.” yelled up to Garrett.

Ben throw his swim trunks up to Garrett’s feet. Garrett removed his shirt and moved to the edge reluctantly.

“Live a little!” Ben yelled up.

Garrett smiled and laughed down at Ben, pushed his shorts down and jumped into the water with a large splash. He emerged from the cold water and gasped for air. Ben swam over to Garrett and waded in the water while Garrett caught his breath. He grabbed around Garrett’s side and kissed him with a laugh. Garrett stopped shaking; though he was still nervous, there was something familiar about Ben’s enthusiasm.

They swam for a little longer laughing and splashing. They climbed out of the water. Garrett grabbed some towels and the boys dried off. Garrett could not take his eyes off Ben’s naked body, dripping with water that sparkled like diamonds in the moonlight. Ben shivered as he walked across the deck of the boat. Garrett walked up to Ben and wrapped him in a big hug to help warm his body. He kissed Ben’s forehead and pulled him tighter. Ben and Garrett’s hearts both raced. Garrett let go of Ben and walked toward the cabin below. Garrett motioned for Ben to follow.

Ben ducked through the small doorway, stepped carefully down the steep steps, and down the skinny hall past two small rooms. The end of the hall opened into a small kitchen and a living area. Garrett walked over to the old couch and picked up a blanket.

“Sit down with me.” he said moving to the couch still naked.

Ben smiled, walked over, and sat next to Garrett. Garrett turned on the small tv across the room and cuddled up close to Ben. Ben looked up and kissed Garrett. Garrett kissed back. The passion from earlier in the evening was back but without the nerves in the way. Ben laid on top of Garrett, kissing his neck, chest, around his stomach, and down his thigh. Garrett’s cock pointed straight toward the sky. Ben took Garrett’s cock in his hand softly and moved up and down his shaft. Garrett moaned at this contact. Ben moved his mouth to the tip of Garrett’s dick and licked a small drop of pre-cum that formed. Garrett moved his hips forward wanting more.

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I was walking up a small hill in our town park. At the park pavilion itself there was large family type party in progress sponsored by my company and I was in fact the one who did the planning for it. The boss’s wife was now handling it.

It wasn’t that I didn’t like the people but I no longer had a family and felt out of place. I was walking away from the popular areas and towards what was labeled the nature zone, the part of the park that did not get mowed.

There were some nice trees and some large rocks and that was were the kids went to fuck but I just walked over to the other side of the hill and out of sight. I was not alone there. One guy was there masturbating.

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt,” I said when he saw me.

“You are Choles in sales, right?”

“Yes and you are Bixby, also in sales.”

We shook hands as I commented that our company must be getting large when two people working in the same department don’t know each other.

“Please continue, I will go into the woods.”

“Not a good idea, there are at least two couples in there, maybe more. If you don’t mind I will continue as you first suggested. You may join me of course.”

“I think I will, thanks.”

I took my cock out and began to caress it. Seeing him masturbating had gotten it awake so I was soon hard.

“I love jacking off out in the open. I used to do it in my yard but my wife has the house so I come here.”

I said, “I like masturbating in the open too but I have a patio in my home so I can still do that.”

“I may become a regular visitor.”

“Only if you bring beer and pizza.”

He chuckled and said, “My favorite food group.”

We became silent as we began to concentrate on getting off. We no longer pretended we were not watching each other and were soon ejaculating down the slope. We were impressed with our ejaculatory distances.

Neither of us put away our cocks and simply sat on the ground and talked as we continued to caress them. We learned our life paths were similar, we each had an ex-wife and a kid in college. My wife had left town but his had stayed in his house.

We admitted we had not been good husbands although we claimed to have been nearly faithful.

Our wives did not know of the episodes in which we had slipped. Our problems were that we were workaholics and spent too little time making them feel important.

We admitted we were hoping to find someone.

We suddenly noted that our cocks were again erect. We got on our knees and resumed masturbating.

“Do you look at porn in your computer at home?” he asked.

“Constantly. I keep a towel on my desk. You?”

“I keep a towel on my desk.”

We concentrated on each others cock until we again sprayed cum down the hill.

“Nice cock,” he said.

“Thanks, same to you.”

We put them back into our jeans and began to walk back. We walked through the woods and as expected there were people fucking but not the teenagers. Two of our secretaries were nude and masturbating each other. We said hello and continued on.

Then we saw a married couple fucking but they were not married to each other. We again said hello and walked on commenting that the kids must have found somewhere else to fuck.

I had some duties to perform and he shook my hand and said it was time for him to slip away. I said bye and joined the crowd. When I finally got home I took a shower and went to bed.

It was Saturday night and I had no interest in it.

Monday morning at work I looked around for Bixby and found his office was on the other side of the elevator. He was not there so I headed back to mine and almost collided with him.

“I had just noticed you were not in your office and figured out you were likely in mine,” he said.

“I was until I figured out you were likely in mine.”

We chuckled, tapped each others shoulders then continued to our offices.

On Wednesday after lunch he asked me if I felt like beer and pizza that evening.

“Sounds good to me,” I said.

“About seven?”

“Perfect.”

I had an erection by the time I sat on my desk.

I grinned.

He did bring beer and pizza and I had chips and pretzels. All I wore were gym shorts, he had added a t-shirt to his ensemble but took it off after he walked in. He had no hair on his chest while I had a nice dusting of it. We both had inconsequential beer bellies and for guys in their early forties we looked good.

We headed to my patio and sat at my small table to eat pizza and drink beer. It was a small table so our legs came into contact often and we ended up just letting them stay in contact. Through the clear top of the table we could easily see our erections in our shorts.

When I returned with our second beers he had exposed his cock past the leg of his shorts so as soon as I sat I did too. I wondered how much more other than masturbate we were going to do.

Our legs made immediate contact but that time it was not casual contact, it was premeditated. Our legs were gently pressing together.

We finished the pizza and illegal bahis took the debris to the trash and got another beer. When we went back out I led us to a wooden bench that faced flowering vines on the fence, it was where I masturbated.

As usual I took my shorts off and lay them on the bench, he did the same. We caressed or cocks between sips of beer and we talked about our quest for the second wife. We both admitted our second marriage would likely end up as the first did.

Our bottles were empty and we began to slowly masturbate.

“Our cocks look like twins,” I said.

“Close but yours has more girth.”

“I don’t see that.”

“Here, lets compare.”

He gripped my cock and I decided to do the comparison too.

His felt just as thick as mine and said so. He disagreed and we repeated the feel test.

We did that several times before I agreed with him.

I did so only because I knew it he grabbed my cock again I would spew.

We had noticed the previous weekend that we used different hands to masturbate, he was a lefty. When we sat our free hand was next to the other’s thigh. They were soon on the others thigh.

We tried to extend our masturbations but there was no chance, for all practical purposes we had been masturbating since lunch.

Some of his cum ended up on my hand and thigh, I did not think that was accidental. Some of my cum ended up his hand and thigh. I knew that was not an accident.

“That was excellent, thanks,” he said as he squeezed my thigh. His hand was lightly brushing my balls.

“Anytime,” I said as my fingers lightly brushed his balls. When do you need to leave?”

“At about ten, I shower before going to bed.”

“Me too,” I said. “Another beer?”

“Pee first.”

“On that jungle looking thing in the corner, it likes piss.”

“It’s not carnivorous is it?”

“No, not so far.”

We went there together and pissed on the vine then went to the kitchen for more beer.

“Show me your favorite piece of porn.” he said.

“Follow me.”

I went to my computer and woke it up then put it on screen saver. Naked women appeared on screen every five seconds.

“Every time I surf for nudes I download any favorites and add them to the screensaver album. There are over two hundred pictures in it now.”

“Oh wow, great tits.”

“There several that have better. I do avoid the ones that are definitely fake but if the rest of the body or the face impress me I like small tits too and really love puffy nipples.”

“I see you like redheads.”

“Yes, if I have a preference for women that would be it.”

“Are all the pictures just one woman each?”

“No, the first eighty or so are and some them have two pictures in the album. I have a few with girlfriends followed by some sucking tits followed by some eating pussy.”

“I will get comfortable then,” he said as he brought an armless chair next to me and sat.

I pushed my office chair back then pulled another armless chair in its place. We were once again thigh by thigh. His hand went back on mine and mine went back to his. By the time the girls sucking tits pictures appeared our hands were on each other’s cocks.

By the time the girls eating pussy ended our cocks were valiantly trying to return to life.

The next section of photos was of women next to their favorite cocks, then on the women sucking cocks, then of women with more than one cock in their hands. By the time the photos of women welcoming cocks to their pussy arrived our cocks were hard.

We never considered returning our hands to our own cocks.

The last set of pictures showed women being fucked as a second cock was masturbated or sucked. We did not make it past those and we covered the underside of my desk with cum.

We did not release the others cock for a while but we had made a mess so I took the towel I usually had draped over the back of my desk chair and began to clean both of us up.

I had to handle his cock and balls to do that but before I started on myself he took the towel and wiped me clean. He handled my cock and balls more than he needed to but it was OK because I had done that to him.

We left my desk and got another beer then returned to my patio. It was dark by then. We sat and talked and caressed each other’s cock.

“Have you had other men’s cock in your hand before?” he asked.

“Yes, about six. None in the last seven years or so. And you?”

“Yes, maybe eighty but none in the last five years.”

“Eighty?”

“Yes, most of them in high school and college. I belonged to a circle jerk club. The last cock was on the husband of my wife’s lesbian lover.”

“How was that?”

“Oh, I loved all of my wife’s lesbian lovers, they got her horny for me. Unfortunately it also got her horny for the other woman’s husband.

I did get to fuck the women too so at first I didn’t mind. She did mind however when she learned one of her lovers and me fucked without her and she got royally pissed. I brought up the fact that I knew she fucked some of the women’s husbands when illegal bahis siteleri I was not around. The subsequent argument ended our relationship.

There was an instant of time in which we could have gone on as a open marriage but we went well past that quickly. Funny, the main woman I fucked when she was not around now lives with her. I was apparently fucking the love of her life.”

“My wife had a lesbian friend that she claimed was just a friend. I got home early one day because I had the flu and found them both asleep on my bed, naked. The smell of pussy was unmistakable.

I got nude and joined them in bed and went to sleep.

When I woke up she would hardly speak to me. In her mind I had proven her to be a liar and she resented that. Our marriage lasted less than two months after the incident.

I never talked about it, I was fine with her having a lesbian lover but in her mind I had discovered her deepest secret and she needed to start a new life.

I have no idea where she is although my daughter knows. She blames me for the divorce so we seldom speak.”

We drank beer and played with each others cocks in silence until we needed to pee. I held his cock while he peed and he held mine as I peed.

We had both decided to do so while standing behind the other. We each felt a cock twitch as it snuggled against our ass.

We did not speak of that but we were now caressing each others ass at each opportunity.

Our cocks were dead however so he dressed and went home. We hugged before he went out the door.

We just nodded at each other that Thursday at work. At lunch Friday he said, “Tacos and beer?”

“And burritos. Stay the night.”

He nodded with a smile.

He was at my door as I was ready to go into the shower, I was nude when I let him in. He had clothes and a toiletry kit in his hands and gave them to me then returned to his car to get our supper.

As I put his toiletries away I saw he had brought a pack of twelve condoms and a bottle of lubricant.

I had put his stuff away when he joined me in the shower. We soaped each other and caressed each cock and each ass. Our cocks did most of the ass caresses.

I had wondered if we would fuck but as we left the shower I knew we would.

We went to my patio nude and ate our supper out there. Our hands kept the other’s cock at the ready. After our food and first beer were gone I started to sit on the bench but he stopped me as he sat down.

He kissed and licked my cock before starting a long slow blowjob. Before my cock became frantic I realized I would need to suck him off too.

He would not be my first.

I expelled a lot of cum but he managed to swallow all of it. He kept loving my cock until it expired.

As I sat I kissed his lips and had him stand in front of me. I did him as he had done me but he lasted a lot longer than I had. I didn’t mind, I was enjoying sucking his cock.

When my mouth was filled with cum I thought the taste was not as bad as I had remembered. It was nowhere near tasty but I knew I would not be reluctant to suck a cock again.

After his cock expired he sat next to me and we kissed.

It was a deep tongue invading kiss in which me mingled our cums. When the kiss ended we went inside, got another beer and sat on my love seat.

“Was that your first blowjob?” he asked.

“No, I gave two in college, same guy. You?”

“No, maybe my twentieth, the last fifteen were to the husbands of my wife’s lovers at our wives request. I did give one at an adult theater’s glory hole in Vegas.

I have been wanting to suck a dick for while and yours was the best of all, thanks.”

“Anytime.”

“Have you been fucked in the ass?”

“No, have you?”

“Yes, again at our wives requests. I have been wanting that too for a while and I brought condoms as you saw. I hope between now and Sunday you will consider fucking me.”

“Anytime,” I said.

He smiled then kissed me, I kissed him back. We regularly checked each other’s cock for renewal before returning to my computer, he wanted to see my screensaver again.

“I have two more screen savers, I will show you a different one.”

I chose the one labeled Corporate Logos and the first five were corporate logos, the next ninety five had trannies and crossdessers. The first forty or so were of gorgeous women with cocks, some with huge cocks. Then there were about twenty of trannies fucking women, then trannies fucking couples. The last set was of trannies and men fucking. As the last one appeared he said, “Bed,” and left me to hide the screen saver. When I got to the bedroom he was trying to apply lubricant to his ass.

“Let me do that for you. Just drape yourself over the pillow. He did and I poured a generous amount of the lubricant on his ass hole and began to finger fuck him. He moaned. I then slid two fingers in him before I paused to put on a condom. I fingerfucked him with three fingers before I exchanged them in his ass with my cock.

He moaned again.

“How do you like it? I asked.

“Long slow strokes please.”

I canlı bahis siteleri fucked him as he wished until about fifteen minutes later when he panted, “Pound me, pound me.”

I did and in less than two minutes I filled the condom as he groaned. I slowed to a stop and draped my body over his then kissed his shoulder.

He sighed, “Stay in me for as long as you can.”

That was about four minutes. I got off him and rolled him onto his back, I was going to suck him off but he had already cum. I slurped his cock into my mouth then rolled him to me and we kissed.

We dozed off.

He was kissing me when I awoke.

“Do you have any wine?” he asked.

“Yes, Sweet Red. Want some?”

“Yes, please,” He kissed me again and we got up.

I caressed his ass as we walked to the kitchen and poured some wine for us. We sat in the living room and drank our wine and talked.

“As you may have noticed I am a bottom. I have not had a top to play with in years. The husbands of the lesbians I know are also bottoms. We tend to lose our erections before the fuck is over if we get one at all. Your ass is likely safe from me.”

“Well thanks, I guess. But I am sure I want you to try to fuck me before the weekend is over. You did like my blowjob.”

“Yes, I did but I was trying very hard to cum for a long while before I finally did. Thanks for sticking to it.”

“My pleasure and that will be repeated too. Do you always cum when fucked?”

“Not in some years, you were a perfect lover. I want you to fuck me again with your next erection, please. I have plenty of condoms.”

“Anytime,” I said and apparently meant it. I needed to kiss him right then. He needed to kiss me back.

It became one of my favorite after fuck times.

It was ten that evening before my next erection slid into his ass. The time I fucked him for twenty five minutes before he growled, “Now.”

I soon heard a deep moan and slowed to a halt.

I leaned over him and kissed his cheek then resumed the slow fuck. I had not cum. He sighed deeply and mumbled, “A first for me, thanks.”

I took long slow stokes for about ten minutes before I filled the condom.

“Oh,” he said as he felt the warmth. I continued the long strokes until my cock expired.

As I lay to his side and scooped him into my arms I was glad we had decided to cover the pillow with a small throw blanket, it was covered with cum. There was a cum covered pillow on the floor already.

I kissed him until he was asleep then got up, checked the locks, turned everything off and got in bed.

I suddenly realized that in the morning he was going to be the first person to wake up with me on that bed.

Every sex partner I had since the divorce had been at her house or a motel.

I never expected my first lover on that bed would be a guy.

I smiled.

He woke me up the next morning by sucking me off. We went to the shower where I sucked him off. That time he lasted less than two minutes. Maybe it was because I was fingerfucking his while I did.

I needed to rethink that.

We spent the entire day in my home nude. We cooked, cleaned and fucked. He did try to fuck me once but his cock died before he could ejaculate.

I did like his cock in me and made sure he understood we were trying it again.

Sunday we did try again and his cock remained firm long enough for me to enjoy being fucked but again he did not cum until I sucked him off as I fingerfucked his ass.

He enjoyed watching my third screen saver, men fucking and sucking men.

Late Sunday afternoon he went home.

Monday at lunch I invited him to dinner and suggested he bring work clothes for Tuesday.

By the following weekend he was living with me.

He had offered to give me the money he paid in rent for the privilege. That was over two hundred dollars over what my mortgage payments were. He then decided he would pay ‘our’ mortgage.

I agreed.

He did manage to fuck me about twice a month long enough for me to enjoy it. I did fuck him nearly every night. One of us sucked the other off nearly every night.

We did take turns driving to work but we never had contact while there. Management was homophobic.

We had lived together for eight years and were approaching our fiftieth birthday. Sex events had gone from daily to bi-weekly although we still kiss often. He decided the present he wanted was a wedding. We went to New Mexico for a week and married there.

Few notice our wedding bands at work but the ones that did already suspected and approved.

On our tenth anniversary of our first fuck we went to gay club with a gay couple. The four of us were fucked all night while on their patio out back. The four of us then went to my bed and fucked some more.

That weekend had us content for weeks and we had foursomes every month or two.

As we neared our sixtieth birthday our cocks were no longer reliable so we got prescriptions. He could at last fuck me until I ejaculated on the pillow. I could again fuck him to two cums.

Two weeks after his birthday he died of a stroke at his desk. I heard the commotion but stayed at work until a co-worker told me to follow him. He led me to an ambulance and I saw him being worked on. He told the EMT I was the husband and they assisted me in.

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I woke and looked over at Ronnies bed. He was sitting up reading a book. He smiled. I also noticed I still had an erection. I got up and walked to the bathroom, my cock standing to attention. I was quite relaxed about walking around naked in front of Ronnie with a huge stiff cock. It was a pity we didn’t have a double bed. I wondered what the day held. Breakfast was at nine so there was almost two hours to kill. I had an idea, why don’t we take a walk in the garden, naked, and then have a bath together. Ronnie liked that so we both finished our toilet and went downstairs to the back garden.

No-one else was around so we made the best of the privacy. I stood on the back doorstep, my arm around Ronnie’s waist. It’s beautiful outside. The sun was up and there was a slight chill in the air. I shivered and led the way down the grass to the river. The wood was just to the right, beside the fence. I would look forward to exploring that later.

I looked down at Ronnie’s cock and was thrilled to see he was still hard. Thankfully, he had brought plenty viagra with him, enough for us all, he joked. Let’s take another before breakfast, I suggested.

I sat down on the still damp grass. It felt nice to the skin. Ronnie lay down beside me. The wind russled his hairy chest. I watched his cock, standing completely erect. These viagra tablets really work, I thought to myself. I lay down beside Ronnie, my head on his chest, and ran my fingers over his chest. I teased his nipples and slowly worked my hands down to his cock. He shuddered as my hand wound round his cock and gently squeezed it. He closed his eyes and I wanked his cock, slowly and firmly. His cock pulsated in my hand. Ronnie reached down and started to wank me. My head was still on his chest and I stretched up to kiss his neck, breathing deeply in his ear.

Suddenly, he stopped and I did the same. Building up the sexual energy. God, I was so turned on. My breathing slowed down and listened to his suggestion that we take viagra every six hours and spend the day taking each other to the hights of exctasy. Let’s take it to just before the point of no return four times and then cum together just like last night. Four times, to build up the energy and then release it. Yes, I was up for that. I sat up and positioned myself on either side of him. His cock was against my balls. I rubbed his cock against my asshole, teasing him. I teased his nipples and nestled against his neck. Time for a bath, Ronnie suggested amd I reluctantly stopped what I was doing.

We walked hand in hand back to the retreat, wondering if anyone would be up yet. I heard voices in the kitchen. We walked back to our room and I ran the bath. Soon the tub was half full and I stepped in. Ronnie quickly joined me, sitting opposite me. We chatted away to each other. I was conscious that my cock was throbbing. Ronnie lay back in the bath and I turned so that I was lying on top of him with my legs on either side of his. His hard cock was against my ass and I wondered if we would have enough time before breakfast. I wanted to do so much more but time was running out, we needed to get downstairs. I stood up and got out of the bath. Ronnie knelt in the bath and motioned for me to come forward.

He took me in his mouth and wanked me, slowly and firmly. I shuddered as I felt his tongue on the tip of my cock. Very quickly I felt güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri my orgasm getting closer and closer. He stopped wanking me and I held his head in my hands as I recovered. That’s one each so far, just another three to go before we can finally come.

I waited for Ronnie to dry himself off and we went downstairs, our cocks still quite hard. Ronnie and I had taken a viagra before we went down. I wasn’t sure what the others would think if they saw our erections. I used my hand towel to cover my cock and sat down. Mark dished up the breakfast as we all talked among ourselves. By the look of them, two others had also connected, bringing the number of couples to four, counting Ronnie and I too.

Ronnie was sitting next to me and I moved my hand below the table so that I could wank his cock. He acted as normal as he could while I rubbed him.

Mark explained that we should feel free to explore and relax. The whole area is secluded and people rarely came here so we can wander around quite free and naked. Ronnie and I finished our breakfast and went back up stairs.

Ronnie, I said, I loved what we did last night, it was the most erotic time of my life. I keep thinking back to it. We came together, in each others mouth and swallowed it. God, it was lovely. Today, once we build up the sexual energy, I wanted to feel his cock spurting inside me. Ronnie laughed when I explained I wanted to feel his warm spunk inside me. Promise me, I whispered. He nodded, and stroked my cock. By now the viagra was working and I was solid cock again. I played with Ronnies cock as he stroked mine. I rubbed up close to him and shivvered as he wanked me. I whispered in his ear that he should stop and he did. That was twice I had come to the brink and pulled back just in time. I could feel the precum on the end of my cock and Ronnie reached down to suck the small amount of spunk from my cock.

Your turn, I said and told him to bring the lube. I went to the bed and bent over, holding on to the headboard. Ronnie got the message and stroked his lube over my ass. Once again, he teased my asshole with one and then two fingers. I pushed back against him, my cock standing proud in front of me. Slowly he rubbed his cock over my ass, spreading the lube. I was sensitive to what he was doing and it felt amazing. He positioned himself behind me and placed his cock against my asshole. He nudged slowly and his cock slipped into me. I was ready for this. Oh, it felt wonderful. This is what I had been missing all these years.

A few minutes later Ronnie was breathing deeply and I knew he was going to cum. I wanted to feel it so badly, his warm spunk filling me. He stopped thrusting inside me and caught his breath. Too early, be patient, he said. It will be worth it.

So, that was twice we had both almost cum and stopped in time. I wanted so badly to cum but I knew Ronnie knew what he was doing.

After we had recovered, we walked down the stairs, to the back garden. Some of the others were dotted around the grass and two were sunbathing, their eyes shaded with sunglasses. Ronnie grabbed my hand and led me to the wood and we both climbed over the fence and into the wood. There were several grassy parts in the wood and we stopped at a nice spot. I stood there as Ronnie knelt down and took my cock in his mouth. Once again I enjoyed güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri the sensations coursing through my body. I looked around me at the trees. There were several old trees and a few younger ones. I looked at Ronnies head as it bobbed up and down. I signalled him to stop. That was three times now and I had managed it. Only one more time and then I could cum.

It was Ronnies turn next. We walked through the wood and found another spot beside a huge oak tree. It was majestic and towered far up into the sky. Ronnie hugged the tree and I hugged Ronnie. He passed me the lube from his bag and I let my fingers work on him. I had never fucked a guy before and a huge wave of excitement ran through me as my fingers loosened his asshole. I stood behind him and rubbed the head of my cock against his asshole. Slowly I pushed my cock into Ronnie, one thrust after another. He breathed heavily as I fucked him, my hand moving to his cock and I wanked him slowly. It felt amazing to be fucking him and he was responding, thrusting his ass to meet my thrust. It was only minutes before I was almost cumming and I stopped, just in time. That was my last time to hold back and I knew next time, I would explode. I kept rubbing Ronnie’s cock, teasing the head as I rubbed his foreskin over the head. A few minutes and that was Ronnie almost there. I knew to stop.

We walked towards the river and waded in until it was up to our waist. I cleaned my cock, still rampant hard and so was Ronnie’s cock. I felt a thrill run through my ass as I cleaned my cock, the cold water was exciting.

Let’s just take our time, Ronnie said. I was desperate to cum and felt sure he did too. We walked some more through the wood and came across another grassy spot. This would do.

I wanted to feel Ronnie inside me. He lay down on the grass, looking up at me. I sat with my legs either side of Ronnie and rubbed my ass on his cock. He passed me the lube and I smothered his cock with it, pressing fingers into my ass as I rubbed it in. Very slowly, I sat down on his cock, little by little until that huge cock was inside me. I stopped, feeling his cock throbbing inside me. Up and down, I slowly rode that cock. Mmm, it felt great. He stopped me and asked me to go on my knees. I didn’t need any encouragement. I knew now that his cock was going to explode inside me. I knelt down and he knelt behind me. Slowly, he thrust his cock, holding my ass in both hands. It was fantastic. Slowly he fucked me, taking his time so that I could feel each movement. I was so turned on. His breathing got heavier and heavier. Cum inside me, I shouted, cum inside me. He needed no prompting. Oh God, he moaned, I’m going to cum. I tightened my asshole to grip his cock. I was so sensitive that I could feel his throbbing cock as it got harder and harder. Suddenly, he spurted and I felt a delicious warm feeling inside me as his hot spunk ejaculated. Time after time he spurted more and more hot spunk into me. I almost came with excitment. It seemed to take forever as he ejaculated. I could feel his cock as it pulsed more and more spunk into me. I liked this, I liked this a lot.

He collapsed on top of me, holding me tightly. His cock still throbbing. Slowly he slipped his cock out of me and I could feel warm spunk run out. He rubbed it into my ass. I could feel his warm spunk güvenilir bahis şirketleri still inside me. I’d never experienced anything like this. He rolled me over onto my back and reached for my cock. Slowly, he rubbed it while his other hand rubbed my nipples. He moved his head down and sucked me, taking me centimetre by centemetre into his mouth. I knew this wouldn’t take long. He rubbed my balls and stretched my foreskin as he sucked. I could feel such a warm feeling running through me as my orgasm started to build up. He knew I wasn’t far away and wanked me faster and faster. Don’t stop, I moaned, please don’t stop.

Suddenly, I exploded in his mouth, spurting stream after stream of spunk. He swallowed as much as he could but it was dribbling out of his mouth. I had never cum so powerfully as I did just now. Even better than last night. We both collapsed and he lay on top of me. I held him tight, feeling his strong arms around me. I kissed him, tasting my spunk in his mouth. We lay like that for ages. No rush to get up. My cock was still stiff and so was Ronnies.

After about an hour, we got up and walked back towards the house. Time to clean up. Down by the river, on the grass, I could see one of the couples, lying side by side and they were sucking each other. It looked so natural. It was a lovely grassy bank, thick green comfortable grass. They were enjoying themselves and we stood watching for a while. I couldn’t believe it, I felt I could cum again. I stood next to Ronnie as we watched them. I reached for his cock, which was as hard as mine. I fondled it as we watched. It didn’t take them long to finish each other off and we watched them cumming. I looked at Ronnie and smiled. No holding back and building up the sexual energy for them. I waved at them as we continued to walk towards the house. I could feel warm spunk dripping down my legs. This was so erotic.

Back in the room, Ronnie asked if I was ready to go again. Why not leave it until after lunch and we’ll find a spot to lay down, he suggested. Fine, I’m up for that. I don’t even mind if others see us. The couple sucking each other off didn’t seem to mind who was watching. That would be exciting, I wonder where that could lead to. Could we have an orgy, I wondered.

It was an hour before lunch and Ronnie suggested we had a shower together and wait for lunch. The shower was huge, plenty room for two. We both stepped in and turned on the taps. A cascade of hot water drenched us. I reached for the shampoo and smothered Ronnie with it. I stroked every inch of his body and covered him in shampoo. He turned around and started to wash me. He spent plenty time stroking my ass and licking my nipples. I was still rock hard and so was Ronnie. Our cocks rubbed together, his long and slender, mine shorter and thicker. They both looked so erotic as I gripped both cocks and rubbed them. I went on my knees and took him in my mouth. My fingers went to his ass, fingering him and he squeezed his ass in response. I was looking forward to cumming inside him. This afternoon was going to be exciting.

We got out and dried each other off. We stood beside the window, his arms around me and I melted into him. I could feel his wet body hair as he held me. His hard cock was nudging my ass and my own cock stood fully erect. Outside, again by the grassy bank, we saw another couple, the new couple we saw this morning. One of them was on his knees pleasuring his partner. I never expected this, I said to Ronnie. A warm thrill ran through me as I thought of doing this in front of everybody else. That would be exciting.

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Her eyes stalked me across the room as I changed the cd. Blue… a beautiful blue like the ocean on a calm day. That’s the colour. Mostly.

“Anything paticular babe?”

“No… actually Ani would be good.”

I smiled as I turned back to the stereo to change the disc over.

“Of course darling.”

She smiled at me. My heart flipped in my throat. I wet my lips with my tongue. I was suddenly nervous about the way I had dressed this evening. My white muscle back singlet felt tight and my black jeans even tighter. I wasn’t sure if you’d like the look. But the way you hunted me told me you did. I could feel your eyes caressing me. Watching me move. I could feel myself respond to you watching me so intensely.

“So how was your day babe?”

You didn’t respond right away… you leaned across me to get another drink off the table. I could see down the front of your hot pink shirt. The delicate whiteness of your breasts perfectly contrasting your black, lacy bra where they snuggled in tightly. I took a long swig of my Coke as I tried (in vain) to cool down.

“It was ok… just the usual. Work.. then more work and now you.”

Your fingers ran up my arms. I felt a tremble begin in my cunt. I knew what you were after. But I was putting up a fight this time. Tonight you had to earn me.

“How was yours… lover?”

“Much the same my darling. Work and work and then you.”

I smiled as I pulled you in for more snuggles.

“But I am definately glad to be here with you Joanna.”

You grinned at me and snaked your arms around my waist. You pushed me back on the couch. I let you. We cuddled up. Your arms encircling me, holding me tightly to your body. I felt the slope of your breasts against mine, your nipples were hard and pointed towards me. Begging me for attention. I resisted the temptation to reach my fingers to them and tweak them hard. My hands ran over your back. Making little circles and pictures as they went along their business. You moaned a little as they reached the dip of your lower back. You pressed your hips against mine. My body rose to meet you. You grinned… thinking you had won and the battle was over. But I was winding you closer to attacking me. I wanted you to pounce on me. To take me in your desire for me.

You pushed your head closer into my neck. Your breath now directed towards the bottom of my ear lobe. Causing my pussy to quiver in desire for your güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri touch on my naked flesh. I bent my head towards yours.

“Can I have a kiss baby?”

“Of course you can.”

You raised your head to meet mine. Not bothering to hide the gloating triumph from your eyes at your easy defeat over me. I laughed inside and we kissed. Your tongue eagerly meeting mine. Flicking against mine… driving me insane with the way you made the tip of my tongue feel linked to my clit. Every flick against it reverberating through my clit and pussy. My girl boxers becoming soaked. I felt your fingers on my sides. Gliding softly up towards my arm pits. Across the valley of my breasts. You reached my nipples and pulled viciously on them. Willing me to obey you. I wanted so badly to give in to you. To get on my knees and eat your pussy. To feel your wetness run down my chin. I wanted your taste in my mouth. But instead I rose from the couch.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

My voice was breathless and ragged. You could see the desire leaping from my eyes. You looked irritated. Angry even. That I had begun to walk out on you in the middle of your seduction. I turned towards the door and put my hand on the handle. You were behind me as I felt the cold metal in my palm. You pushed me into the door. My face pressed up against the wood of the door, I could feel your breath on my ear.

“Who said you could leave right now?”

I felt your fingers on the back of my waistband. Toying with it.

“I needed to pee.”

“Bullshit. You’re a liar… you just wanted to make me watch you walk in those jeans. Didn’t you?”

I could feel my cunt tighten at your admittance to wanting me. You still had one hand pressing into my back. Holding me in place against the door. Your other hand had begun to move. Reaching in front of me. Feeling me pushed against it. Your fingers found one of my nipples. Now hard and crying out for you. You pulled it. Then pinched it. My legs went wobbly. The sensation intense.

“Didn’t you?”

Your tongue trailed its way up from the base of my neck to the tip of my ear, where your teeth crushed me. Sending little thrills over me.

“You like that… don’t you? You’d better answer me, you fucking little whore!”

“Y..y..yes I do Joanna.”

You smiled in triumph. Revelled in your victory over me. I was slick now. I died every second you güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri didn’t touch me. But I didn’t move. Your fingers stopped what they were doing. Your hand retreated. I moaned when you broke contact with my skin.

I pushed my hips further into the door, the handle pressing on my cunt. Seeking desperately some relief from the burning need deep inside my pussy. Your hand made contact with the left cheek of my arse. It cracked against me with force enough to leave a red mark that would not disappear for three days. I jolted against the door. Unable to escape. One of my hands slowly made its way towards the front of my waistband. I needed the heat soothed. You caught me and spanked me again. Harder then the last hit. My cunt was on fire by this time. Your knee rammed against the door suddenly. Between my legs. Making direct contact with my cunt. I started to rub myself on your knee. The friction building me towards orgasm. You smacked me again.

“That is very naughty Miss Wheeler.”

I stopped.

“Sorry Miss.”

I felt your hand slip down the back of my jeans.

“My, my Miss Wheeler. You seem to need new underwear.”

“Yes Miss.”

Your fingers ran up my soaked slit. You pushed three of your fingers inside of me. I jumped up and you rammed them in harder. I cried out from the shock. I moaned in the ecstasy of you filling me.

“Who do you belong to, whore?”

“You, Mmmmiss.”

Your hand increased its pace. Your fingers slipped in and out of me quickly, harder and harder you forced them into me. Over and over. I fell on you as my legs gave way. My orgasm taking the last amount of strength I had left in them to hold myself upright. I cried out your name. Wave after wave pumped through me as your fingers continued to pump my cunt. Until I was crying from the intensity of my orgasm.

You stopped. You kissed me, gently calming me. Holding me to the world that involved us, entangled on your living room floor. We kissed again and then you looked at me.

“You know what you have to do now… don’t you whore?”

My brain was still cotton but I heard you through the haze inside my head.

“Yes Miss.”

“Good, I want you to start right now.”

“Yes Miss.”

I smelt your wetness before I got close to your pussy. The scent was intoxicating and I licked my lips in anticipation. I bit you through your underwear. You güvenilir bahis şirketleri moaned and rose your cunt closer to my face. I started to lick your panties. They were already wet through from your juices. I could taste you through them. You writhed underneath me. I roughly removed your underwear. Throwing it over my shoulder. I didn’t care what happened to it now it was out of my way. I registered that they matched your bra and that made me smile. So this was your plan then, you cheeky bitch.

I parted your lips with my hands and sucked your clit into my mouth. Holding it between my teeth, I lashed it with my tongue. Making you squirm and writhe beneath me. Thrusting your cunt harder into my mouth. I groaned at your wantoness. I ceased my lashing. Moving instead to long, thick strokes from the base of your slit upwards to the tip of it. Lapping at you like a cat laps at milk. You moaned more and called my name. asking for it to end. Demanding I finish you. Haha I thought. Now we shall see who is the whore.

“No.”

“What! You little bitch. I said make me cum now.”

“And I said No.”

You jumped beneath me as my tongue dove into your opening. Lapping at the juices as they secreted out.

“You will do as I tell you! Fucken do it NOW!!!”

I giggled to myself. You were getting so worked up, I knew this would be an intense orgasm. I held on for the ride.

“I said No. I don’t feel like it baby.”

Your veins stood out on your hands. They clutched the back of my head. Forcing my face into your cunt. My tongue continued to stab inside of you. Lapping and penetrating. You rode my tongue, my face. Rubbing your clit up and down my nose. Building your orgasm up. I waited til you were so close it had started and then I pushed you down off of me. My head followed you to the ground and I latched onto your clit. Suckling at it as I forced my fingers inside of your sopping hole. Your hips bucked up to meet me and your orgasm tore through you. Your body flailed out of control. My free hand held you down. Weighting you to the floor. You pulled my hair out. Trying to move my face out of your cunt. But I refused to move my head. Instead I got my fingers further inside of you. My tongue lashed again at your clit and you came for the second time. Raising up, your legs now behind my head. Grinding your cunt into my nose. Speared on my fingers. You broke and shuddered as your orgasm subsided. Pulling me up from your cunt to your face so you could lick your juices off of me and clean my face up. We cuddled until we heard a key in your door. Making the mad dash to your bedroom.

“Lucky your flatmate came home after we’d finished babe.”

You giggled and then I giggled and we clambered into bed together.

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I could hardly walk as I made my way down the corridor and back to the life class. My legs, back, anus and balls all ached like mad and I was sure I’d be black and blue when I checked the mirror later. I tried to slide in quietly and without attracting attention to my return but Steve, who had been drawing next to me, saw me and let out a yell.

“Hi mate. Glad your’e back. Where the hell did you get to?” he said.

Heads turned and I did a loud “Shhh,” before someone else did. I didn’t want everyone to know I’d been spread over Mr Richardson’s desk, getting the full attention of his long, slender daddy dick for the last twenty minutes!

“Keep it down mate. Glad you missed me but I’m back now.”

With that I tidied my board and began to fix a fresh sheet of paper.

One of the heads that had turned was Antone’s, the life model for today. He was standing sideways on to us and stretched his neck in an excuse to turn his head. When he saw me he smiled his wicked grin and bent to stretch his hamstrings. God, he was hot. Wow, and supple too.

He looked up with his head resting on his thighs and winked in my direction. A girl in the row in front saw it and thought he was making eyes at her. She giggled and blushed as her mates asked what was the matter.

“Antone, would you like a short break? We can take ten minutes. Call it a comfort stop everyone. All back in ten.” With that Mr Richardson, the art tutor for this class, left the room. He was probably going to “tidy” his office, or make sure all the cum stains on his desk were wiped clean.

A general hubbub of noise broke the silence and Steve started quizzing me again.

“I was sorry to leave you alone with pervy Mr Richardson,” he said. “What did you get up to?”

I showed him the new drawing and he looked at it with interest. I tried to distract him by talking about his work. It was good but I liked Ricky’s better. He was on the other side of me and he had a style that seemed to make the figure step forward from out of a mist.

“This is great man. Wish I could work in that way.”

My diversion tactics seemed to be working and another distraction was provided by the arrival of Billy and Mark. They were first year students like me and we had chatted this morning over coffee. They were taking this break as an opportunity to walk round and show off a bit. Definitely a couple of exhibitionists, and when they saw me they headed over.

“Hi Joe, what you up to over here? Can we come and play,” Mark pouted.

I introduced everyone and Billy, a tall muscular stud, asked me what I thought of the model. I felt myself redden again and muttered something like,”Yeh, he’s hot. Reminds me of you.”

“Billy laughed and Mark said that the two things they had in common were being well hung and being black.

“Nothing wrong with being black Bro,” said a deep voice from behind us and we all turned to see the hot, handsome Antone standing with his arms folded over a broad, smooth chest and eyes glinting in devilment. He stood about four inches taller than any of us and his musculature was even more impressive close up.

“Thought I’d have a look at how things are going. I like that,” and he pointed at Rick’s.

“Lets see yours,” he said to me, with a sexy grin and another of those devilish winks and as I held up my last effort that Mr Richardson had helped me with, Antone moved close behind me and put his mouth close to my ear. His breath made me tremble and the smell and closeness of his body had my hands shaking and my legs quivering. I could feel my cock stiffening, especially when Anton pressed his hand on my bum cheeks and kneaded them firmly. Not bad,” he said loud enough for the others to hear, Then, bending closer he whispered in my ear,

“Why don’t you hang about when every one else clears off after the class. I’d like to get to know you better.”

He growled and I felt the barest touch of his cock on my bum cheeks as he brushed teasingly against me.

With that he turned and made his way back to the dais in the centre of the room.

“What did he want?” asked Billy.

“What a stud. He’s so fit. Close up he’s really buff, ” said Steve. “Wouldn’t mind a few minutes alone with him.”

“Are you guys gay?” asked Mark in wide-eyed wonder, as though he had just unwrapped a great Christmas present.

“No, most of us are bi,” said Steve, “but some like men more than others,” and he gave me a sexy leer.

Just then Mr Richardson came back in and quietened the noise and chatter with a loud, barked summons to get to work again.

“Some of you have a lot to do to get finished and I want to see all first year work before you go. Buckle down and get to it.”

He turned to Antone and assisted him in getting back in place by lining up the chalk marks for his feet. From the middle of the platform he looked out and stretched that magnificent body and unselfconsciously adjusted his cock. It was creeping down his leg again and he smiled over at me as he did so. güvenilir bahis I blushed yet again and felt myself harden in my jeans.

I must remember to wear something looser tomorrow. This tightness could get painful.

We were all quickly back to work and I tried to use Rick’s way of drawing and was quite pleased with how things were progressing.

“You have just half an hour,” called out Mr Richardson, and a hush fell on the room as we concentrated on our work.

Steve leaned across to me and squeezed my bum without anyone seeing. “Want to hook up tonight?” he whispered, pulling closer to me so no-one else could hear.

“Perhaps go for a drink and I’ll show you my room. What do you say?”

“What about Pete? Won’t you be seeing him?” I asked.

“Oh yeh. but thought you could handle two of us. Interested?” and he leered at me again.

God, I had hardly got used to one guy at a time and he was suggesting two.

“No mate. Some of us freshers are meeting up for a drink,” I lied. “Perhaps we can hook up another day?”

Why had I lied to him. I certainly found him attractive, if a little “lively”.

Did I secretly intend to meet up with the black stud, Antone?

“OK mate, your loss. You can always give me a knock when you get in. We are bound to be still awake.”

He eyed me slyly. “And if you come back with someone be sure to bring them up too. The more the merrier.”

Our whispers were too quiet for anyone else to hear but the content was causing my cock to stiffen AGAIN. I’d never known a day like it. Up and down like Tower Bridge. I would need a good blow job at least after this and I looked lustfully at Antone. He was holding his pose well and the faint covering of oil on his body glistened in the art room lights. He had suggested a meeting after the class but I wasn’t sure I was up to it. Christ he was buff and I really wanted to be in tip-top shape for any session we had together. I’d only just cum for Mr Richardson and wasn’t sure how I’d perform again so soon.

What was I thinking? He’d probably just use my body for his pleasure and throw me off like an old sock. Well even that wouldn’t be all bad.

I was imagining his hard cock impaling me as his strong arms lifted me up, planting me on his throbbing cock. Then he was banging my ass and thrusting his hips as he pumped me full of his cum. I was hanging on to his shoulders and panting and moaning as he kissed me with those full and luscious lips.

Oh God. How could I say no?

“Right class, time’s up,” said Mr Richardson.

“First year work with names on the back on the table by the door on your way out. Let’s hope tomorrow is a better day. Thank you Antone. We’ll see you on Thursday and Friday.” With that parting comment he was gone.

The place erupted into noise and movement with students chatting and stacking equipment as they tidied the room. I took my time clearing up, casting furtive, hurried glances in Antone’s direction. He looked at me from across the room and licked his lips.

The next time I looked up he had disappeared. I hadn’t seen where he’d gone but as I scanned round for a glimpse of his hard, black body I was disappointed. He was nowhere to be seen.

Billy and Mark wandered over clutching their work. “What do you think the old bugger will make of these,” laughed Billy. He seemed a little nervous and shifted from foot to foot, clutching his drawings.

“Lets have a look then,” said Rick and we held the papers between us as we pored over them. He had given the model an ENORMOUS, stiff prick, sticking out from a very muscular, well observed body.

“Fuck mate, I’d like a piece of that.” said Rick. “Bit of artistic license eh?”

We were discussing the line quality and shading when a movement from the centre of the room caught my eye. As I looked through the scrum of bodies I saw him. Antone had returned to collect his robe and the blanket on which he had been lying.

He was dressed casually in a tight T shirt that showed all his chest muscles to good advantage. On his legs he wore the tightest athletic tights ever, showing off his thighs and calves, and the very promising bulge in the front. I stood there drooling as he collected his things. Our eyes met and he smiled seductively and, just for me, turned around and bent over. He rubbed the top of his legs and the tight buns as he picked up the towel, then with a discrete nod in my direction he had gone again, disappearing back to the changing room.

I couldn’t believe no-one else had seen him and struggled to stack my easel and disguise the stiff, erect penis in my pants. I knew I was blushing and avoided everyone’s gaze and attention.

“Well,” said Billy. “Are we gonna get a drink or what?”

Steve looked over and smiled. “You youngsters head on out and have a good time. Us oldies won’t be able to keep up, is that what you mean?”

Billy was just about to say something, perhaps to invite him too, when I interrupted and quickly agreed that türkçe bahis we needed time to bond as a year group. I gave Steve and Rick my best “friends” smile and waved them off. I checked with Mark which pub we were meeting at and made an excuse to be late. Then I followed the straggles out of the life studio and headed to the model changing room.

I was nervous as I knocked on the door. I could feel my hand trembling and it took all my resolve to wait for an answer and not run off down the corridor and out into the afternoon sun.

But I waited, hardly daring to breathe, for what seemed like forever.

Finally the door was opened and the bulk of a black, large body filled the door frame.

Soft, hooded eyes looked into mine and the faintest trace of a smile spread over the luscious, full lips. As he spoke, or growled, there was a a flash of bright, regular teeth.

“So, you decided to take me up on my offer, eh? You’d better come in instead of blocking up the corridor.”

With that Antone turned and moved into the room, giving me a good look at his firm legs and muscled bum, now clad in tight black jeans.

If I had any willpower left it had gone when he looked at me over his shoulder, licked his lips and growled,”Come on boy. You know you want it.”

his body was hard, his cock was huge and the sex was good – no, it was great.

( But you don’t want to read about that. Oh you do.)

He turned and moved towards me, wrapping me in his hard, muscled arms and pulling me to his firm chest. My mouth was open in lust as he bit down on my ear. He moved his lips to my mouth and fought my tongue as he pushed his demanding muscle inside my mouth.

“Mmmnn, Oh God, oh yes, yes,” was all I could say as I felt Antone move his hand up under my T and scratch on my back.

His searching fingers moved around, still under my T until they found my nipples. He then proceeded to pull and pinch at first the left then the right one, making me moan with pleasure and grind against his hard body with uncontrolled lust.

“Oh please, please Antone. Fuck me man. I need your cock in me now,” I gasped between kisses and gropings.

He laughed and rubbed the back of my body, getting most of his hand down my tight jeans.

“You givin’ me your sweet little boy arse?” he murmured, leaning into my neck and sucking up a forceful love bite. I flung my head back and let out a long, low moan, grinding into him with more intensity and passion.

“Fuck yes. Take me, here, now. Get inside me and fill my hole with your jizz.”

I couldn’t believe that was my voice saying those sexy things. I was way past being provocative. I was wanton, rampant with desire. I knew this big black stud could really take me to new heights and I wasn’t letting him out of this room until he had.

He laughed and ground his hips against mine. Then to my surprise he put both hands under mt thighs and lifted me up so we were chest to chest and my eyes were level with his. He smiled and licked his lips. Those lovely plump lips parting sensually, oh so invitingly so I couldn’t resist attacking them with my tongue. We started rocking back and forwards. grinding our hips slowly against each other. Fuck that felt so good. I was floating on a wave of lust.

“I want you boy but you have to tell me how much you want it, and what you want me to do to you. Come on. Talk dirty to me,” Anton moaned into my ear.

I was still pumping into him while he held me effortlessly in his strong black arms.

“Oh Anton, you sexy fuck. I want to feel you inside me. I want your big, black rod pumping my guts until you explode and cream inside me.” Was that me talking again? Where had I learned to talk like that?

“Ok boy. Lets get you out of these jeans,” and as he said the words he slowly lowered me to the floor.

I unbuckled my belt and then his, my hands faltering and hesitant in my excitement and anticipation. Antone stripped off my T and raised his big black arms to allow me to pull his over his head. He pulled my jeans down and lifted one leg at a time to help wriggle me out of them. Then he stepped out of his own.

Fuck, he was commando. His cock was stiff and unconstrained by briefs or boxers, unlike me.

He was hard and stiff, at least ten inches long and as fat as my wrist. Christ, how would I take all of that?

Antone grabbed me again and lifted me back into his arms. He kissed me forcefully and his tongue flicked in and out of my mouth.

“You want me baby? You ready for my big cock?” and he ground against my crotch through the material of my skimpy white briefs as he lifted me back onto his body with both arms under my legs and thighs, exposing my butt hole to his every whim. Ne had me in a firm grip and was completely in control and I was loving it.

I hung to his neck with both hands and moaned and writhed. “Oh yes big boy. Fuck me with that rod of yours. Come on man. Get inside me, and make me feel it.”

With that I bit on his ear and lowered güvenilir bahis siteleri my mouth to his chest. { found a nipple and rolled it in my mouth, flicked it with my tongue and then bit down, gently at first but with increasing pressure as he started to moan and push into my crack harder and harder with that big black cock.

I felt both hands grip my bum cheeks and pull them apart. Then Antone’s fingers were inside my briefs and he had one, than two fingers caressing my hole. Before I knew it they were deep inside me.

“Fuck man, that is so hot,” and I wriggled against his hand as he fondled, pushed in and opened me up. I knew I had to be ready for his huge dick and if this was what it took I’d learn to love it. And I found that after the pain of the first rough intrusion I was really getting off on it.

He had found some lube and was pushing two then three then, unbelievably four fingers deep inside and wriggling them around. This was something new and I moaned as the rough, probing fingers hit the spot.

We were both humping and moaning now and my briefs were clearly in the way.

As if he had read my thoughts Anton grabbed the material in both hands and pulled. The pants ripped apart and cool air caressed my hot thighs and bum hole. I felt empty where his fingers had been and my ring puckered and pulsed gently, as if trying to find something hard to suck inside.

Anton wasted no time. As if strengthened and exhilarated by the nakedness of my hole he positioned his hard, black cock right at the tight ring and roughly pushed forward.

“Here it comes boy. You ready for this man meat?” he snarled. Without waiting for an answer he was in and kept up the pressure with firm and forceful strokes until buried deep inside me.

“Ohhh, ohh NNOOO,” I moaned and shouted as the pain increased until it was nearly unbearable. There was no moment of pleasure, just a gut-stabbing agony as he worked further and further inside me. And to think I had been persuaded to beg for this, to act the slut for the promised pleasure.

“NO, No! Oh god, I can’t take it, you’re too big. Pull out man, PULL OUT!. Oh , ohhh, AGHHHH!!”

Antone took a break and held still, his sweat soaked body pressed against mine so I could feel every muscle of his thighs and abs. The over-riding sensation was the painful one of his stiff, hard, pulsating cock buried deep inside me.

“Relax man. Go with it.” Antone moaned.” I don’t want to hurt you, you sweet boy but we gotta break you in to this big dick or how you ever gonna enjoy a fuck with me? The pain will soon go and I guarantee you’ll be begging for more.” He stroked my wet, sweaty hair with a big hand.

” Just relax and push down when I start to pump again. Ready?”

Through tear stained eyes I looked at him and tried to smile. “OK, but slowly, and stop if it gets too bad. Please.”

He kissed me slowly and sensuously on the mouth, biting my bottom lip gently. “Trust me,” he groaned.”You’re gonna love it. Once you’ve had my big ,black dick you won’t want anything else.”

He kissed me again, more passionately this time and I felt his cock twitch inside me. It seemed to be swelling up and I was again aware of the pain and discomfort.

“I’m not sure,” I moaned. “I don’t think I can …” but Anton wasn’t listening to me. He started pushing and pumping and this time I tried to relax and push back. It still hurt but I was more able to take it. Eventually he stopped.

“That’s it, I’m in.” and I understood that he was buried, “balls deep” in my hole.How had I managed to take it all? I could fel its emormous girth rather than the length of it.

“There, you love it now ehh?” and he nuzzled my neck as we rocked slowly back and forward.

The pain was still there but not enough to bring fresh tears to my eyes and without further penetration I was growing used to the size of his tool inside me. It felt like I was about to have an enormous “dump” and couldn’t believe I was stretched so wide.

Antone picked up the pace again and I started to rock my hips back and forth in time with his gentle but firm pressure. I was moaning and started crying out.

“Oh yes, that feels good. Oh just like that. Oh yes, yes, YESS,” and I screamed as he hit the spot inside me .

He lowered me to the floor, hard cock still inside me and without missing a beat continued to pick up the pace. Antone was really pumping now and his hips ground against mine at every push forward. I was rocking to and fro in time with his thrusts and pulled his head down to mine. Our lips met and opened and I flicked and sucked at the inside of his mouth with my tongue.

“Oh yes, come on man fuck me harder. I’m loving it. I want it deep and rough.”

“Told ya,” he said. With that Antone ceased the gentle lover and became a wild animal. He scraped at my skin with his fingernails, pulled at my hair, bit on my nipples and pumped and thrust his cock so forcefully and deep I thought it would break through the top of my head.

“Oh yes man. You big black bastard. Fuck me good. Fill me with your cum,” I shouted in wild abandon while writhing on the floor under his big, hard body.

Just then there was a knock at the door and the janitor’s head popped round.

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Chapter One

I waited at the bar, waiting and praying that he would show up, afraid he wouldn’t. There was always that fear that gripped my guts when were to meet up.

Toby’s Bar was typical of GI hangouts in Saigon; dark, smoky, not very fancy, with hookers, the whole package, except for one thing. Toby’s also catered to gays. Not openly. He didn’t advertise it but word got around that it was safe for gay soldiers and Marines to go there. It was enough of a mix of straights and women that the MPs never bothered the place. Of course, Toby was strict as hell about flaunting it or being too obvious. Toby was a former Marine, big and muscular, one of the original advisors sent to Vietnam. He liked it and stayed. Nobody messed with him.

I watched every guy who came through the door, if only for a quick glimpse before he was shrouded in the darkness of the bar. Toby got me another beer without me asking for it. I didn’t know if he knew who I was waiting on but if he did he didn’t say so.

“Did she stand you up?” he asked.

“Too early to tell,” I said. That was the way it was….a lot of times he knew better but you talked in heterosexual terms. It was a code; one that even the straight guys respected if they found out about you. It wouldn’t have been that way in any other bar. Toby was quick and quite capable of dealing with loud homophobia. One time there were a couple of guys who looked like raw recruits who came in with the sole purpose of finding and beating up gays. They didn’t make any bones about it. They talked to each other loud enough that others could hear, as they looked around and tried to guess if this or that guy was gay. Toby put a stop to it right away. Politely at first, till one of the stupid shits had the balls to ask him if he was gay. Toby played along with them. He nodded for them to follow him back to the rest room. Moments later, there was a lot of noise back there, then the back door was slamming shut. Toby came back to the bar without a scratch. The other two guys came out, one embarrassedly nursing a bloody nose and the other one with a black eye and holding his stomach. Hell, anybody in his right mind would know better than to mess with Toby.

I didn’t say who I was. Brad Courter, 19, six feet even, 196 pounds, regulation jarhead, buzz-cut Marine. My 196 pounds were good, solid muscle. Most of us were; we had a workout room right in the barracks. The guy I was waiting on was Jason Seaborn, also nineteen but his 195 pounds were spread over a five-ten frame which made him look heavier. He was Navy, which I liked to kid him was a distant cousin to the Marines. More correctly, he was a Navy Seal. Okay, you want all of it….he was a sniper.

I started to get the sweats as the night wore on. He should have been there an hour ago. My guts tightened at the thought that maybe something had happened to him. I tried to shrug it off. It was something we both understood and lived with….. him, obviously, more than me. He was the Navy Seal, doing covert ops. I was just an interpreter at Intel….interrogation…we dealt many times with the guys he sometimes brought in. I tried more than once to imagine how I would handle it if he didn’t come back from one of those missions. I couldn’t even think about it without getting suck to my stomach.

Finally, he was there. I recognized his very masculine frame as he appeared in the doorway and his cocky, sexy walk confirmed it. He had incredibly wide shoulders with balled muscles that looked soccer balls and big arms sticking out of a muscle shirt and his pecs protruded in two solid masses of muscle. He had a waist that made women jealous and his jeans shifted loosely around his waist, held up not by a belt but by his round, tight bubble butt. He sauntered up to the bar and slid onto the stool next to me with that crooked smile as if he weren’t late at all. I didn’t make mention of it either.

“You been waiting long?” he asked.

Toby brought him a beer.

“Only since noon,” I said.

He knew I was kidding, probably knew I was covering up that I was worried. He turned full circle on the bar stool, I thought to check the place out and see if there was anybody he knew or who might know him. There was and he went over to a table to say hello. I was watching in the mirror over the bar. A waitress came up to the table with a half dozen beers and ran her cold hand down his bare arm. He cringed and laughed and smacked her on the ass. A hooker came up to his other side and put her arms around his waist and squeezed his butt and said something in his ear. He laughed and squeezed her butt hard and she left. It was like that with him; with all Navy Seals. They were quiet, unassuming heroes that took it all in stride. I could have been jealous except that I was happy in my own skin, and I marveled that he was as comfortable with me as he was with women. He came back to his bar stool with that little twist and swagger in his hips.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t make it,” I said after first looking around to see illegal bahis if anybody was in earshot. There was nobody except Toby and he didn’t matter but you had to be always on guard about everything you said.

“I did,” he said.

As always, I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him; especially his huge arms sticking out of his shirt. Dam, they were sexy. It was easier for me to look at him in the mirror but I was still cautious.

Jason looked around the bar and asked. “Did you get a room?”

I nodded. We talked for awhile, bringing Toby into the conversation when he had time. Jason downed the rest of his beer and slid the bottle across the bar with a finality that said he was ready to go.

“Hey, Toby, if those two girls show up, tell them don’t go away, we’ll be back,” he said in a loud voice as he stood down off the bar stool. It didn’t matter whether Toby believed there really were two girls. Somehow, I think he knew better.

A dozen blocks away, down side streets and through alleys, was what was known as the Trent Hotel. It wasn’t designed as a hotel. It was a two-story structure that had been converted to a maze of rooms and they put a hotel sign over the door. On the way, Jason stopped off in a gift shop. I told him the room number, two-thirty-eight, and went on to the hotel. He would spend a few minutes in the shop then leave and go down the alley and come into the hotel by way of the rear stairs. The hotel clerk knew the routine. It wasn’t smart for two GIs to be seen going into a hotel together unless there were one or two women on their arms.

I went up the stairs to the room. I’d already showered and got ready for him. I took a big dose of breath freshener and took off my clothes, down to my shorts. I was waiting on the bed when he came in. He double-bolted the door behind him and went over and closed the shutters over the windows facing the street. He left the windows open that faced the alley and a blank wall but he was always careful, afraid there might be somebody spying from a window across the street.

He began taking off his clothes which always made me breathless, all the while with his eyes on me, and that thrilled me that he was so open about wanting me so. I loved everything about him; his looks, eyes, sense of humor, most of all his body. His triceps danced as he took off his boots and socks. He stood up and his arms bulged as he took off his pants. He climbed on the bed and knelt between my legs, still wearing his muscle shirt and his briefs. He crossed his arms across his chest and pulled his shirt up, his torso spreading out wide when he pulled it off over his head. I leaned up and placed my hands on his sides, high on the V where the finger-like muscles rapped around his rib cage, then on up into his hairy armpits. He tossed the shirt aside and his pecs settled thick and heavy on his rib cage when he lowered his arms. Nice hair there, too, a spattering on each side around his tits then the neat, straight line down the center of his abs, disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. He hooked his thumbs in the waistband to shove his briefs down but I stopped him.

“Wait. Leave them on…..let me look at you for a minute.”

He moved his hands down to his sides and knelt there, a little awkward, with a goofy, embarrassed smile on his face. I let my eyes rake up and down his muscular body, zeroing in on his tiny briefs. They weren’t regulation, although they should have been. The military would save a lot of money on material if they were regulation. There was barely anything to them; two thin strips curved up over his hip bones trying mightily to support the weight in the pouch stretched around his manhood. They barely contained his massive manhood, and stretched so low that you could see the curls of hair over the top.

“You ought to be on a recruiting poster,” I said

“Like this?”

“If I was in charge of recruiting.”

“Is that enough looking?” he asked, shrugging his heavy shoulders.

“Yeah. Are you getting anxious?”

“You know it,” he said.

He shoved his briefs down and lifted each knee to shove them off. His big cock hanging out proudly, not yet hard but thick and meaty, with a network of bulging veins. My breath caught in my throat. His cock was easily six/seven inches, with a network of bluish veins under the silken sheath that gave it a bit of a gnarled, virile look when he was hard. He never got hard fast. It was like he took his time, no big rush, it would be hard when the time came.

“I don’t know how you carry all that around,” I said.

He laughed as he ran his hands up and down my thighs several times then tugged at my shorts. I raised up so he could take them off of me. I watched his muscles bulge and ripple and it was a moment of feeling ravished as he stripped me naked. He tossed my shorts to me and his eyes shifted to my own cock but didn’t linger. He was just noticing, with no particular desire for it except that it made me a man and a man was what he wanted. illegal bahis siteleri But there was desire in his eyes.

“Godd, you look good to me,” he said as he leaned up over me on his hands and knees and clamped his mouth over my right pec. I gasped and moaned as he flicked my tit with his tongue then sucked on it. The after-shave bristle on his face felt good.

“Your tits getting bigger?” he asked.

“If they are, you made them that way,” I said. They would get bigger with him sucking on them.

He reached down and lifted my left leg around his hip and I lifted them both, tilting my butt up for him. He slid his cock up and down the crack of my butt, made slick with his precome. His cock was hard now. Hard and big. Hard and HUGE. I trembled a little inside with the familiar anticipation.

“I know you like some foreplay but I’m so damned horny,” he said, poking his cock at the slick hole.

“I’ve told you the foreplay is seeing you come through the door, watching you take off your clothes and walk toward the bed. It’s all the foreplay I need.”

“You’re something else, you know that? So dammed unselfish.”

“I’ll be anything you want me to be.” I said

I felt the pressure of his cockhead against my clenching hole. He picked up my shorts and handed them to me. He was always afraid I would make too much noise.

“I’m okay,” I said.

“I like to see ’em in your mouth,” he said.

I let him stuff my shorts in my mouth. He pushed and I pushed my asshole back at him with that little twinge of fear that always came over me the moment before I was about to be penetrated and impaled on the huge cock. I tried not to remember the pain. I could feel the awesome power behind his cock, drawn from his tight, hard butt muscles. Suddenly his cock popped through, leaving me wide-eyed as it always did when he entered me, a lot of it from the excruciating pain. He barely paused before he sank all the way in me, all ten-plus-maybe-eleven inches, up to his balls.

“Ohh, Goddddd!” I moaned softly as his cock throbbed deep inside me. The weight of his balls felt wonderful against my butt.

“Ohhhh, Fuucckkk! I’ve wanted this so bad,” he gasped. He held still with his cock buried deep in my guts. “You okay?”

I pulled my shorts out of my mouth. “You always ask that and what do I always say?”

“But I know it hurts,” he said. “Tell me it doesn’t hurt. You can’t hide it, hard as you try.”

“It hurts like hell, but not for long and nothing I can’t handle,” I assured him.

He squeezed his butt muscles several times, forcing his cock to nudge at my innermost being, then slowly he withdrew most of the way then slid back in several times; then he set his rhythm and he was fucking me.

“Ohhh…..Ohhhhh…..Awwhhhh,” I moaned softly.

“Ohh, yeah….you are so hot and tight,” he whispered.

“That’s a true miracle, considering the size of your cock stretching me,” I said.

“You must have muscles in your shit, to be so tight after all these times,” he said. “And so alive! Fuck, it feels like a bunch of tiny fingers squeezing my cock.”

He leaned over me and kissed my chest as he fucked me with a steady rhythm. He kissed down my abs then back up across my chest and along the side of my neck. I turned my face toward him a little but he moved back down my chest. He always avoided my face. He raised up and looked down at his cock going and in and out of me. “Fuck, that is so hot, watching your asshole squeeze around my cock, watching it stretch and pull out when I pull back. Looks like it’s gonna turn inside out.”

“It feels like it,” I said.

He leaned down and began kissing my chest again. He really liked my tits. He loved making them swell so he could suck and nibble on them. He kissed back and forth across my chest, down my abs to the safety point where he didn’t get too close to my cock, then moved his full lips up across my chest to my neck. His lips sent shivers all through me. When he was kissing up my neck again….lingering there…..I broke the spell.

“Go ahead,” I said.

“Go ahead and what?’ he asked.

“Kiss me. I think you want to. It’s all right.”

He trailed his lips back down to my chest and sucked my tits again. Then he raised his head and looked at me. His thick, powerful neck was so sexy and it made me weak inside, he was so handsome.

“I wish you hadn’t said that,” he said hoarsely.

“Why?” I was afraid I’d fucked things up. I well knew how macho he was and maybe the idea of two guys kissing turned him off.

“I was afraid you wouldn’t want me to,” he said.

“How come you didn’t want me to say it?” I asked.

“Because now there’s nothing stopping me,” he said. He lowered his head, his face close to mine. His eyes shifted all around as if he were trying to recognize me, then his eyes met mine. We gazed into each other’s eyes for a long moment; I think a moment of indecision for him.

“I may never do this again but I want to do it once,” canlı bahis siteleri he said.

I think I whinnied when his lips brushed over mine, or maybe it was him, or both of us. I didn’t kiss him back at first. I didn’t want to appear too eager; I wanted him to lead the way down this new path of pleasure. I wanted the experiment and the experience to be all his. He flicked his tongue out and traced back and forth on my lips. I let them go slack and he took my lower lip between his. I whinnied softly as he washed it with his tongue. When he parted, my lips were parted to welcome his tongue. When our tongues touched and sent a shiver through me I began kissing him back. He lashed his tongue around mine and I sucked it into my mouth. It was definitely him who squealed when I did that. It turned into a long, experimental kiss, with more passion than I think either of us expected. It was almost more an act of love making all by itself. Finally he broke away with a tiny gasp, his head hung.

“Geezuss, I wish I hadn’t done that,” he said.

“Why?”

“Because I liked it.”

“You liked it but you didn’t want to,” I said.

“That was hotter than any kiss I remember with a woman.”

“I guess I shouldn’t say I’m glad.”

He bent me more in half, my legs spread out wide, and pressed his body down against mine. Our muscles strained and flexed and slid together with our sweat. He fucked me, using long, steady strokes, his great cock gouging out the inner-most depths of me. I was always amazed how I was able to take his huge meat so deep. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on. I kissed the hard column of his muscular neck.

“You feel so fuckin’ good….your muscles….its so different from the softness of a woman,” he said.

“Careful what you say, you might get to liking it too much,” I joked.

“I already do,” he said, he said, laughing.

He fucked me hard, he fucked me gentle, he was on the way to fucking my brains out.

“I gotta come. I wanta come so bad,” he whispered. “I’ll fuck you again but I have to drop this load I’ve been carrying around.”

“Give it to me,” I said. He picked up his pace and I hung on for dear life and clamped my open mouth against his neck as he pounded me unmercifully with his big cock. I wished he had clamped his mouth over mine so we could have kissed all through his climax. I held him tight, his muscles flexed hard and rippling, till suddenly he gasped and moaned and trembled and half sobbed. Then his cock was shooting great loads of hot semen deep inside me. It took a long time for him to empty his balls; he had a lot to come. I fought to hold off myself. He would want to fuck me again pretty quick and I wanted to be ready and still primed for him. He hovered over me, his great chest heaving and his abs rippling with his heavy breathing. Beads of sweat dripped off his forehead.

“How long have you been saving that?” I asked, holding him close with my arms and legs around him.

“Since last time with you.” He slowly withdrew his cock and toppled off to lie beside me, as if he didn’t want the intimacy now that he had come. He was sometimes like that. He wasn’t exactly loving when we were together and I was surprised when he shoved his arm under my pillow and pulled me close. He needed this so much. Part of his sexual intensity was the release of all the pressure that he had to leave behind. It was as if all his fears and emotions were drained out of him when he shot off. It was hard for me to imagine Jason being afraid of anything but he told me he was, a lot, when he was out there.

“It’s always so intense after so long a time,” he said.

“The last time was only a week ago,” I said.

“You don’t know how long my weeks are.”

“No, I don’t. I don’t think I could do what you do,” I said.

“Maybe, but what you do is just as important. It wouldn’t do me any good to bring them in if there wasn’t somebody skilled in getting information out of them.”

“There must be a lot of them you don’t bring in,” I said.

He paused. “Most of them I don’t. Most of them they just want taken out. But it’s their call,” he said nonchalantly. “All they have to do is drop their weapon, drop to their knees and put their hands on top of their heads. Except if they’ve done anything stupid, like killed or wounded one of our guys. Then I don’t give a fuck what info they’ve got, they’re wasted.”

I could feel his muscles tighten even as talked.

“You’re just doing your job,” I said. I never knew what to say when he talked about it.

“Yeah, fuckin-A-right, just doing the job. And I’m dam good at it,” he said. Then he changed the subject. “I’m sorry I was so selfish and went off so quick, but I needed it,” he said.

“I could tell, you were so intense.”

“I’ll fuck you again and we’ll take our time. I’ll find your spot and drive you up the walls.”

“You do that anyway,” I said.

We lay quietly for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling fan.

“You know, sometimes, when I’m laying out there waiting for a shot, I let my mind drift back to the time before with you. Sometimes I think that’s what gets me through it.”

“This is the first time you’ve even mentioned that you’re a sniper,” I said.

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Friday had arrived and left and in a blink of an eye Demetri Parker had graduated high school and left his nightmare of a house. His life now consisted of trying to forget all the years of abuse and hurt he had suffered from his family. On the outside, a stranger might see a perfect family, not a speck of anger or troublesome worries in sight. But the family itself was neither perfect nor wonderful. An abusive father, a perfectionist mother and the perfect daughter. He himself was always behind the shadow of his god-like sister Julia. Nothing he did ever lived up to his parents expectations. But he was gone from that hell house and left the thought alone, letting himself ponder on other thoughts.

The bus he had been sitting for the past four hours stopped coming to a stop near a sign that read Cedarcrest. His bronze eyes gazed at the town he saw before him. Was this where he was suppose to be?

***

All he could do was run. If he stopped, God knows what would happen. Then again, he had a pretty good idea of what would become of him. Starvation, torture or worse, death. But he was far away from that beast he once called Father. He laughed.

Father? Yeah right, in what world? He thought.

Soon his legs grew tired and he knew if he didn’t he soon would pass out. His breathing grew deeper as he stopped running, feet sore from running so far and heart almost bursting from its cage. His eyes scanned the surroundings, a sign and a bus emptying full of people. God, he felt like a wild animal peering at those people from the bushes. The last person exiting the bus was a guy. His eyes scanned his golden body head-to-toe.

Assuming he was 18, he guessed he was just out of school, judging the suitcases and the attire. But what bothered him the most was the eyes. Bronze and perfect, he could look into those eyes forever. He waited until everyone walked away from the bus to leave the bushes. He didn’t look so different from anyone else, minusing the fact he had no shoes and his shirt was tattered and torn. But one thing was for sure and that was he had to find out who that guy was.

***

Demetri looked around the town before moving in a small motel for the night. His head ached and he desperately needed a bath to calm his nerves down. He unlocked the room, throwing his bags down and heading for the bathroom, turning on the water and removing the clothing he had. He hadn’t felt this good since…well since never. His body illegal bahis sunk underneath the warm water and he felt at peace. Everything in the world didn’t matter as long as he had some haven with him and right now this was it. His thoughts began nipping at his family. Would they miss him? Did they know he was gone? What would his family say to their friends? He could see the headlines in the paper, Runaway Boy Shames Family.

He shook his head. Nobody dared to speak a word about one of the richest families in N.J anyway. His father would spin another lie and feed it to the people just like he kept the image that Demetri was straight.

He remembered the fateful day he told his parents he was gay. 16 and naive he was, thinking his parents would understand. Almost immediately his father took the fork he was using and began chasing him around the house until he cut him so deep, Demetri had to receive ten stitches on his lower thigh.

He shuddered at the thought. As he began to the tub, he almost shed a tear thinking about his sister stuck inside Hell. But before he could, his forgotten phone began to go off.

***

“Name please?”

Kyle looked at the receptionist as if he was crazy. He suddenly remembered why he came here and where he was. With no reason to not give him his real name, he gave the receptionist his name.

“Kyle. Kyle Laurent.”

The man nodded, obviously bored with the whole thing. After typing the required information, the man named the price for a week stay.

“$240 for over night. Any additional items or services required?” The man let himself sigh once and continued to look at Kyle.

Kyle dug in his pocket, coming out with $120, a dust ball and a pack of gum.

“I..I only have $120. Is there a slight possibility that I could umm..work for the extra money?” His voice was weak and he looked at the man, now agitated at him even more so.

“Look kid, I don’t have time to mess around with the likes of you. Get out now.” His voice was ice cold and hit Kyle like a dagger.

Kyle began to run out the Ace & Jacks motel like he was fire. What was he thinking? He couldn’t live by himself without shelter or food. He would go back to Dave and explain it was all a mistake. His feet began to move again and he found himself walking. A sudden flash of bright lights awakened him and he heard a voice scream something before it all became black.

***

“Look Out!!” Demetri screamed.

The unknown figure illegal bahis siteleri fell on the black pavement, unconscious and hopefully alive. Demetri ran from his room, out of the lobby and towards the figure. The driver, calling 911 and screaming she didn’t see him.

Sprawled on the pavement was a young man, presumably 19 or 20 in Demetri’s eyes. Sirens were growing closer by the second and Demetri began to pick the man up when he heard a soft groan from him. His eyes soon fluttered open staring into his with amazingly beautiful blue eyes. As the paramedics began to take him away, Demetri heard him say one last thing before he faded into the darkness.

“You.”

**An Hour Later**

As he waited to hear the condition of the mystery man, Demetri tried to erase the fact that a man he barely knew gave him a raging boner every time he thought about him. His palms began to sweat every time he replayed the hit and him falling. The doctor, Mr. Gabriel Anderson, looked down at him and immediately knew these guys had some connection.

“Hello. Dr. Anderson and you are?” The doc’s smile was genuine and Demetri replied with the same amount of respect.

“Demetri Parker. How’s umm.. he doing?”

“Well Mr. Laurent is doing fine. Just a slight concussion and a few stitches above his eye and on his lower chest.”

Luckily, the doctor lead him to his room without any questions asked. Before Dr. Anderson left, Demetri had one last question.

“Whats his name?”

With a heart warming smile he replied, “Kyle.”

“Kyle..”

***

He was at peace. Finally. No more hurt or pain or any other thing to bother him. Death seemed quite fair in for likes of Kyle but he soon realized he wasn’t dead, for his eyes opened staring at the mystery man he saw the earlier that day. In sleep, the guy was god-like. His semi-long hair was draped over his face and his chest rising each time he breathed. If he could he would of reached over and caressed an kissed the man he wanted and needed. His body stirred and moved as Kyle watched him sleep. If only he hadn’t lived the way he did, maybe in some distant future they could of been together and cherished each and ever waking moment they spent with each other. But he couldn’t because it just simply wouldn’t happen, not now, not ever.

Kyle had begun to laugh, a stomach curdling laugh, but never the less a laugh. His laughter had come from a thought, a thought that had said ‘If you hadn’t been born, you canlı bahis siteleri wouldn’t be in this mess at all.’ So he laughed, and as he did Demetri had silently woken up.

“Nice to see somebodies not dead in here.” His words threw the laughter out the window and left Kyle staring at his love.

“Its…Its you!” His mouth manage to croak out the words.

“Me…Yeah I guess it is. And its you. Demetri Parker, Whats yours?” His smile warmed Kyle from his head to toe.

“Kyle.” Everything he felt was just pure happiness. Nothing could ruin this moment except of course the doctor entering the room.

“Umm Sorry to Ruin the Moment but I think we all agree that Mr. Laurent is O.K to go home?” The doctor smiled at them both, both now blushing a deep red.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave Mr. Parker. You may wait in the waiting room.” The doctor nodded to the door and Demetri was gone.

***

Could his life get any better? It was as if everything he could ever want in his life had finally came to him. As he sat down on the hospital chair he began wondering what Kyle meant when he said ‘Its you.’ Had he seen him before? He hadn’t seen him that’s for sure.

“Mr. Parker, I assume you and Mr. Laurent will reside at either his or your house. I trust you will provide him with the proper care?” Dr. Anderson looked at him waiting for an answer.

“Yeah uh Sure.”

“Great.” As if on cue, Kyle walked out and stared at him with gorgeous blue eyes.

“Hey.” He stretched out his hand and Demetri shook it gladly.

“Well Mr. Laurent I expect you to come by in a week to see how you are doing.”

And with that the doctor left.

***

Just say it. Say it and get it over with. Kyle thought.

How could he? Say I Love You to a person he barely knew? He didn’t even know if he was gay or straight! He stole glance at Demetri and force the urge to lean over and kiss him. The car pulled up to the motel were apparently Demetri lived. As Demetri got out of the car, Kyle felt there was an uneasy bond between the two. Like he didn’t even want him to be here. Under the circumstances, Kyle had to follow Demetri into the motel.

Unlike most crappy motels, the Ace & Jacks was a clean and nicely furnished. But the only problem was the sleeping quarters.

“I could sleep on the chair?” Demetri asked.

“No no that’s fine. Just please tell me you don’t snore?” With that, Demetri cracked a smile.

Demetri’s phone began to go off, erasing the smile and putting a look of worry on him. He heard screaming on the other line and wondered what that was all about. The phone closed and Demetri was pale as a ghost.

“What is it?”

“My father. He’s here.”

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