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Danny locked the door to his room on Sunday morning after he was finally alone and wouldn’t come out even for the offer of lunch upstairs. Then when it was dark he slipped out to find something to eat somewhere where no one would know him. The bar wasn’t open on Sundays, so there was no requirement for him to work.

He was thinking increasingly of what he wanted. It wasn’t what he had gotten in that last Saturday night set, he knew that for sure now. He’d continue doing it—for the money to help pay for his college—until the end of the season, but it wouldn’t be this that kept him on Fire Island.

The thought of moving upstairs with Sam’s family and sleeping with Sam was more of a possibility, but that wasn’t quite it either. Sam was a user. Danny had the notion that he might like the older men, like Sam, more than younger ones. But with Sam it was more about his bottom line, even if he tried to come across with words indicating otherwise. And it wouldn’t be much of a trade. There were elements of Danny’s mother in both Ruth and Sally. And the same in Sam of Floyd, although Sam certainly wasn’t the user and abuser that Floyd had been.

No, Danny didn’t think that what he was seeking was a trade of the family in Plainview for the one at Sam’s Bar.

He locked his door that night as well and draped a sheet over the mirror on the wall between his room and Sam’s office. He reread a few chapters of the Holleran book, running his hands over his body and fondling himself, and went to sleep clutching the dog tags to his chest. He slept the sleep of the exhausted, his body still mending from the Saturday night calisthenics. But he didn’t sleep so deeply that he didn’t hear the turning of the door knob to his door in the night.

He assumed that Sam had a key to the door and if he had used it and come into the room, Danny would have accepted him. It wasn’t sex Danny was rejecting—it wasn’t even Sam. Danny just was on edge, not being fully satisfied and not understanding why. There was some sense of home that he was pursuing; he thought he’d worked that out. A mutual commitment of some sort that he had felt. But not really having had a home for a very long time, he wasn’t sure if he’d recognize it if he stumbled into it.

The next morning he left the bar again before there was any sound of activity from the apartment above. He had already walked the streets of Cherry Grove, and it had provided nothing but frustration for him. He decided he wanted to see more of the island, to check out some of its other beaches beyond that of Cherry Grove and the nudist beach at the lighthouse. He caught a bus headed to the west end and got out at a place called Kismet—just because the name caught his attention.

There was a beach there, and a pier, and a row of beach-fringe mansions just like at Cherry Grove. Some of them were similar to the one that he’d seen Billy and his older “daddy,” Kyle at, and Danny found himself wondering if Kyle had built any of these.

Bare-chested and with his flip-flops in one hand he walked the beach between the line of houses and the surf of the bay. At the last moment before he’d left the bar, he’d taken off the Sam’s Bar T he was wearing, suddenly not wanting that connection while he explored this day. Much of the time he was clutching the dog tags dangling between his pecs.

He’d gone out on the wide, long public pier, to the end, and turned around and looked back. There must have been forty or more mansions lining the beach, set above it on a low cliff, so that even their first floors peeked out over the dunes at the top of the beach. Most of the houses were of weathered wood, like Kyle’s house was. Some soared like his did too, but some also had towers rising from them with decks on top, where the owners could get a real good view. Quite near where the pier came out into the water, Danny’s attention was arrested by one of the larger houses in the line, one that had a roof giving the impression of sails, just like Kyle’s house and, now that Danny thought about it, like the roof of the Sydney Opera House in Australia that he’d seen in photographs.

It wasn’t so much the house itself that had caught Danny’s attention as it was the turquoise color of the patio furniture on the deck off the first floor, as well as on the balcony deck of the next level up and even up on top of the tower that rose from the top of the house, with an outside staircase winding around it. The color of the furniture was a little shocking against the weather-beaten gray of the house planking and the walls of tinted windows. It wasn’t ugly; it was just attention getting when it appeared that the whole point of the design of the house was to disappear into the landscape.

Focusing on the turquoise furniture zeroed Danny’s eyes in on a lone figure at the railing of the deck on top of the tower. The figure of a man, in navy-blue boxer swimming trunks, was leaning over the rail and looking out toward where Danny was on the pier.

Danny walked back along the pier toward the beach. There was no one else on the pier or in Danny’s line of sight. It was just Danny üsküdar escort and the man standing at the top of his house and leaning over the deck railing. Danny kept his eyes on the man while he walked back to the beach, and he had the sensation that the man was maintaining watch on him as well. It was like those dramatic scenes in a movie where everything goes silent and there are only two people in the world, each with their attention completely focused on the other.

The house was to the east of the pier. When Danny got to the beach, he turned west and walked a good mile up the beach, alternating his attention between the houses on the short cliff above the beach and the bay, where a couple of small sailboats were playing tag. There appeared to be two guys in each of the boats, and they were hailing and waving at each other and weaving their sailboats around each other in some sort of dance. A mating dance, Danny thought. Then he laughed, castigating himself for reducing everything to sex. He was letting the reputation of Fire Island run away with his imagination.

When he reached the end of the beach, he turned and walked back. He looked out to the water. The two sailboats were lashed together now, and closer to the land than they had been when he’d first seen them. The four men were on one boat, paired off, one man on his back on the bow, with another man crouched between his spread legs, and the other pair near the mast, one man clutching at the ropes running up into the sails and the other one standing close behind him, with his hands spread out on the belly of the other, holding their midsections close together.

Danny laughed again, capitulating to the reputation of Fire Island—and nursing a tiny regret that he wasn’t one of the men being fucked on the sailboat. As he walked back toward the pier, he was lost in thought about how it would be to be fucked on a sailboat like that. He’d never been on a sailboat. He’d come to Fire Island determined to experience it all. He’d have to look for opportunities for someone to take him sailing—and to sail him over the sun.

He didn’t come back completely to the present before he found that he’d walked under the pier and was standing on the beach, facing the house with the turquoise furniture, just staring up at it, fingering the dog tags at his chest.

What brought him out of his reverie apparently was movement at the house. He looked up to see that the man who had been leaning over the rail on the tower deck was now winding his way down the outside staircase that encased the tower. As he did so, his eyes were glued to Danny.

He was maybe in his forties, but in great condition. A large man, barrel-chested, heavily muscled. More of a Zeus than an Apollo in build. Dark hair on top but with gray at the temples going pretty far up into the hair on his head. The hair cut in a crew-cut style. He looked like money and authority or, Danny thought, what his idea of a retired Marine drill sergeant would be—if the sergeant had made a pile of money after leaving the service. He wasn’t moving fast, but he was looking directly at Danny.

Danny turned and walked back under the pier and then, at the first street dead-ending at the beach, he entered that and went directly to the bus stop. It was getting on toward when he needed to be back at Sam’s Bar.

* * * *

“You OK?” Sam’s voice had an edge of concern to it.

“I’m fine, Sam.”

“Well, we didn’t see you all yesterday, and you were gone today when I came down. I thought maybe Saturday—and well, later that night, got to you. You aren’t thinking of leaving already, are you?”

Sam hadn’t meant to ask the last question—just like he hadn’t meant to fuck Danny after his ordeal in the last set of Saturday night. But Danny was Danny. And Sam was Sam.

“No, nothing’s wrong. I just needed some time for my body to recover. I’m fine now. I’m sorry I locked my door last night.”

“Ummm, I wasn’t saying. I didn’t know you locked your . . . you can certainly lock your door whenever you want.”

Danny laid his hand on Sam’s forearm. “I said I was sorry and that I’m OK. You want to go to my room now? I told you I’d go with you whenever you wanted. Saturday didn’t change that.”

“Well, uh, no, that’s not necessary,” Sam said. He was sweating, but it was as much from relief as from not wanting to box Danny in too much. “It’s just the serving tonight—and anything on the side you want to do by your choice. Diego and Pete will take the pole tonight. But maybe tomorrow . . .”

“Yeah, sure. No problem.”

Monday at Sam’s was a slow night. The small Cuban, Diego, did fine on the pole and with the audience. He really knew how to turn on the charm and wiggle his butt. Pete was sort of lethargic, though. Danny’s eyes kept going to him on the pole—more for pointers on what not to do when it was his turn.

The crowd was thin enough that Danny had no trouble noticing that Billy and Kyle were there. They didn’t stay long, though. Some rowdy guys were playing, putting the moves on Billy. gaziemir escort Billy was egging them on, and Danny noticed that, although Kyle didn’t show any signs of irritation, they didn’t stay long.

They stayed long enough for Danny to get the remembrance of Kyle plowing Billy incessantly on the deck of his house and how powerful Kyle’s “daddy” body looked working on his mind to the point of arousing him. Kyle had the same Zeus-style body that the guy with the house with the turquoise furniture had. Danny was enough worked up about “daddy” bodies that shortly before closing he went to Sam and asked him to come to his room that night.

Sam’s reaction was like he’d died and gone to heaven.

While they were cooling down from fucking on Danny’s bed, Sam broached the subject again of Danny moving upstairs.

“What would Ruth think?” Danny asked.

“Ruth would be fine with it. She’s got Sally.”

“So, you don’t fuck your wife?”

“Sure I do. It would be fine. You could have your own room. It’s a big apartment.”

“Do you fuck Sally too?”

“When she wants it.”

“And both together?”

“We do that, yes.”

“You’d fuck the three of us together?”

“I hadn’t thought of that, but—”

“It’s something to think about,” Danny interjected. “Me moving upstairs . . . eventually . . . anyhow.”

The talk had gotten Sam hot again, and he was showing signs of wanting to resume the fuck. Danny wasn’t as turned on about the prospect of either a threesome or foursome involving the women upstairs, though. His thoughts instead went to knowing it was going to take Sam a while to build up steam again. His body just wasn’t on the same arousal schedule as his mind. That made Danny think of Kyle doing Billy again. Fucking him and, just minutes after coming, ready to fuck him again. And then again.

Sam was stroking Danny’s cock, and Danny began to pant and moan. He came, thinking of a man who could recharge almost immediately again and again, long before Sam was hard enough to enter him a second time.

* * * *

Danny had no idea what had brought him back to the Kismet Beach early Tuesday afternoon. But he was there, standing and staring at the house with the turquoise deck furniture—bare-chested again and fingering his dog tags. The man came out on the lower deck, again in just boxer swim trunks, and leaned over the deck and stared at Danny.

The two stood like that for several minutes. Then Danny broke the connection they obviously had and turned and walked toward the east, along the line of beach houses. He’d gone the other direction the day before. This time he had told himself he wanted to see what the houses looked like on the other side of the pier.

The distance to the end of the beach, once again, was close to a mile. It was an hour later before Danny came back down the beach. When he got close to the house with the turquoise furniture, his eyes scanned the decks. But there was no one there to be seen. Danny experienced a sense of disappointment. He stopped and stood where he had stood before, looking at the house. He was holding his breath, waiting for the man to come out on deck.

It was a shock then, when he felt the coldness of a wet arm encircle him from the back—from the side of the water. The man—the man from the house with the turquoise furniture—had risen, dripping, from out of the bay. He turned Danny to face him and pulled him in close with an arm around his waist.

Danny was too surprised to do more than tremble and meet the man’s lips with his as their faces came together. He had gray eyes. Danny didn’t know if he’d ever met a man with gray eyes before.

Danny could feel the hardness of the man’s cock against his belly through the clinging, wet navy-blue boxer swim shorts. The man was tall and he’d swept Danny up on his tiptoes so that their lips could meet.

“I want to fuck you.” The voice was deep, commanding.

“Yes,” Danny whispered.

The man turned Danny toward the pier—surprisingly not toward his house—and guided Danny under the pier, up in the shadows, behind the pilings.

He fucked Danny doggy style there in the sand and seaweed behind the pilings, the pier just a foot or two above their heads. There was no talking. Just grunting and groaning and hand grabbing and probing, cock invading, and prostate worrying. Then hands clutching dog tags and arching Danny’s chest back for deeper thrusting. A cry of release from Danny and a push of his chest down in the sand, and the man crouching farther over his back, finding new depth and thrusting, thrusting, thrusting. A jerk and ejaculation, a kiss in the hollow of Danny’s neck, and the young man was pushed prone on the sand. Then the man was gone.

Danny lay there, fisting his dog tags and trying to hold back a sob. There was a slight feeling of violation. But, strangely enough, it wasn’t because the man had roughly fucked him and then just left him. It was because the man had handled his father’s dog tags. Just a casual fuck, but the man had sancaktepe escort handled the only thing Danny felt he owned—and had given nothing of his own vulnerability in return. Rising, he walked into the surf, washing the sand and seaweed off his body—and the semen out of his channel.

On Wednesday afternoon, the man laid out a large beach towel under the pier, pushed Danny on his back, and lifted Danny’s buttocks over the knees he pushed down between Danny’s thighs and rubbed the heels of his hands roughly on Danny’s nipples as he fucked him hard and deep. Danny had not worn his dog tags. This time the man had brought condoms, knowing that Danny would let him fuck him.

Once. The man had just fucked him once each time. No preliminary. No request the second time they fucked. Assuming that Danny was his after the first request to fuck him. And Danny had come back on his own volition, so the man couldn’t be gainsaid on that. Just the one deep and furious fuck. Nothing before, and the man just walked away after.

On Thursday afternoon, he fucked Danny standing against one of the pier pilings, the young man’s wrists bound to a hook on the reverse side of the column above his head.

He didn’t leave Danny hanging there this time, though. As he was undoing the cuffs, he said. “My name is Lawrence. I live here at the beach”—as if Danny hadn’t figured that out already—”I want you to come home with me and spend the night.”

“Yes. I’m Danny.”

The inside of Lawrence’s beach house was much like the outside—turquoise being the dominant accent color on stark-white backgrounds—with minimalist furnishings.

Danny found that the lower deck wasn’t on the first floor of the house. When they’d walked above the dunes, he saw that there was a lower level. The house was sitting on a concrete half-sunken basement, with one side being a two-car carport. There was a Mercedes two-door sports car in one of the ports. Lawrence took Danny up to the next level, which housed a living room, a dining room and a kitchen—all huge. All minimally, but obviously very expensively, furnished. The living room was overpowered by a huge-screen TV in front of a long, white sofa with turquoise pillow accents.

Lawrence padded around in the navy-blue boxer swim trunks and nothing else. He fixed them massive steaks and a salad and served wine. Danny ate at the kitchen counter and Lawrence ate standing up on the other side of the counter. He was eating Danny up with his eyes, but he didn’t make any moves on the young man. Danny was impressed with the dinner but felt slightly chilly—and not because of the temperature. He wanted Lawrence to take him hard on the dining room table. It didn’t happen. But that didn’t mean that Lawrence treated him badly. He just did more looking than he did talking or action. Other than that, he was being a very good host.

After dinner they watched a football game on the TV in the living room and drank beer. They sat close together on the white sofa, and Lawrence became more demonstrative the more beer he drank, pulling Danny in close to him and embracing him and kissing his mouth and eyelids and nipples and fondling his cock.

Danny was between Lawrence’s thighs, sucking his cock off during the third quarter of the game, and Lawrence fucked him on the sofa facing the TV during the fourth quarter.

Danny’s chest dug into the arm of the sofa. His arms swung toward the floor over the arm. Lawrence had pushed his head down toward the floor too as he was entering his channel with his cock from behind. Danny cried out as Lawrence’s hard cock moved up inside him. Lawrence grabbed Danny’s hair on the top of his head and jerked his head up and back. Danny was facing a floor-to-ceiling mirror. He gazed into the mirror, watching his own grimace turn to a look of passion. He could see Lawrence’s handsome, mature face above his, a face set in a self-satisfied, wicked grin, the man’s brows knit in the exertion of the fuck.

“Daddy, daddy. Do me good,” Daddy moaned. Lawrence was so ruggedly handsome. A rock-solid soldier, conquering him.

Lawrence wrapped his arms around Danny and pulled his torso up into his chest. One hand was cupping one of Danny’s nipples, holding Danny close to him, while his other hand encased Danny’s cock and started to stroke him. Lawrence planted his chin on Danny’s shoulder and they were both looking into the mirror, watching the effect of Lawrence’s cocking on Danny’s face and torso. Danny was grimacing from the movement of the cock inside him and writhing on the imprisoning cock, and Lawrence was giving his wicked smile.

“You love it. Watch yourself in the mirror. You are getting it good.”

Danny did. And he was. He threw his arms around Lawrence’s neck, turned his face to Lawrence’s, and they kissed. And then Danny came, on the arm of the sofa. Lawrence pulled him down onto his back on the sofa, straddled his chest, and came while face fucking Danny.

Then they just lay there, in each other’s arms, during the after-game commentary and the late news. Inside, Danny was screaming that he wanted it again. His best fucks were the second or third time. Floyd had done that to him, conditioned him to that. Floyd had never had him just the once. Danny fondled Lawrence’s cock as they lay there, trying to get him hot again, but Lawrence wasn’t engorging. After the news closed down, Lawrence said, “Let me show you where you can sleep. I want you to stay the night.”

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I was desperate and horny, and with my best friend Hunter deciding to take the “straight road,” I didn’t see much hope of getting laid in the near future. Oh don’t get me wrong, I’m not dancing far outside of the closet myself. I haven’t gotten around to having one of those wrenching “Hi mom, I’m gay” moments yet, and I’m not sure I will, but I am gay.

Hunter’s gay too if he’d just lighten up about it, but he’s always been more conservative, with his short dark hair and his fast track career. He wants the wife and children in the suburbs. He wants the middle-class American success, and so he’s always had more drive.

That’s why he’s got a business degree and works at some fucking big conglomerate, while I’m spending my Friday night behind the counter of a video store with a boner in my pants that begs to be touched every time I remember Hunter’s lean, naked figure under me, his eyes wide as I penetrate him, and his breath short as he approaches climax just from the feel of my cock slamming his prostate. I miss him.

My hand had actually slipped below the counter and squeezed my cock through my baggy jeans when the “bing-bong” warned me that someone had entered the nearly empty video store. I looked up from the magazine I was pretending to read and saw a head of dark hair over the racks starting at “A” in the new release DVDs. I checked the security monitor on that aisle and sharply drew in my breath.

It wasn’t Hunter but he was long and lean, clean shaven and shiny. He might as well have been living three hundred miles away though, because I’d seen this guy in the store before with his all-American girlfriend, perky and energetic.

Blue eyes met mine between shelves, a casual glance that searched for more than movies. It set my heart beating and gave my waning hard-on new life. Did he just check me out? I looked to the security monitor and noticed something strange: he was only pretending to look at the movies; in reality his eyes kept drifting to that brown door at the back of the store, the one with the “ADULTS ONLY” sign above.

I held my breath as he turned at the back of the aisle. Did he have the balls to go where he really wanted to go? I watched in the black and white monitor as he looked left and right, checking to see if any other customers were about, then he ducked through that brown door like a thief on the move.

I just about fell off my stool because I moved so quickly to switch the monitor to the “Perverts Room” camera. There he was, alone and looking at the “Anal” shelf. Well that was a good start, but it could mean that all he wanted to do was to take his all-American girlfriend up the ass, but something in that first moment we had made eye contact told me this wasn’t why he was cruising the porn. Sure enough, he moved down to the “Bi” racks. OK, now we’re getting somewhere. Just a couple of more steps.

The DVD hit the counter, and I just about jumped out of my pants. A customer who should be out jogging rather than movie watching had come up unawares and dropped a DVD for rental. He had two days growth of beard and smelled of sweat and cigarettes. I ran through his card as fast as I could and escorted the guy to the door. He was my second last customer for the night and it was time to lock up–well, fifteen minutes early, actually, but whose counting.

I hurried through the empty store back to my counter and the security monitor. Yeah! Mr. Long and Lean was in the gay porn section! Better yet, his hand held his crotch, and his tongue licked his lips. Oh man, this guy was so gay! Now the big question: could he admit it? The girlfriend I’d seen him with before was hot–enough to get even me interested, so was he like Hunter, living the straight life and denying the churning in his balls?

The guy looked left and right, making sure no one was in the adult section with him, then he unzipped his jeans and reached in, hauling out a nice slim cock. His fingers made a tight “O” and hauled to the base, giving me a grainy view of a fat head before it disappeared on the up stroke. Six inches at least, maybe seven or eight; who could tell with the tails of his denim shirt obscuring my view on the little black and white TV?

I shuddered as my hand found my own cock. I didn’t even remember unzipping I was so mesmerized watching this “straight guy” whacking in front of gay porn. That’s when my heart sank. This guy was so in the closet that he wasn’t even going to rent a gay movie, he was just going to touch himself in front of the DVD covers! Time to do something about this. I debated being blunt: Hi, can I suck your cock? Or maybe try being coy: hey, can you believe they can bend that way?

I got off the stool and was about to tear my eyes from the TV when he did something unexpected: he grabbed a DVD from the shelf and opened it up. A knife came out of his pocket, and before I knew it he’d cut the security tag off the case. He was going to steal the DVD! Why that in the closet, frighten little fag!

The aisles blurred by bahçelievler escort as I rushed to the brown door, but I stopped in front and took a few deep breaths so I wouldn’t look as flustered as I felt. I pushed open the door to the sound of scurrying feet and shuffling clothes.

He stood in front of the Big Boobs rack, his cheeks flushed and his right hand trembling. I took a few casual steps to bring me beside him, staring at the rack as if I too just wanted to see big tits. I let him feel me close for a moment, feel my eyes checking him out–his slender form, a thin bit of black chest hair showing at his collar. Finally, when he was taunt as a guitar string, I spoke.

“The question tonight, sir,” I said, “Is whether I call the cops.”

He bolted past me, shoving me into the rack and charging out the brown door. I rushed after him but didn’t try to get too close. He had a knife after all and was pretty freaked. Besides, I had the keys for the front door; the lock needed keys on both sides.

He’d stopped with his back to the locked door, his eyes wide like a wild animal that’s trapped. That made him dangerous so I approached cautiously.

“Let me out of here!” he shouted, his hand straying to the knife pocket but not reaching in. Good! As freaked out as he was, he wasn’t stupid enough to threaten violence.

I knew what he was thinking: caught! Caught being gay! The DVD under his shirt was damning evidence of his true sexuality. The minor theft of a DVD didn’t worry him, but his parents and girlfriend finding out what kind of DVD he’d stolen had him desperate.

“No one has to find out about this,” I said, my hands palms out to try and calm him. “But you have to cooperate. You’ve been recorded stealing a DVD. I can erase that once we’ve sorted this mess out, but you’re going to have to pay some kind of fine.” I know what I had in mind, and it had nothing to do with money, but I wasn’t going to just blackmail him. I wanted him to ask for it.

He reached for his wallet, squeezing it out of his hip pocket. “I’m sorry, dude,” he said. “I’m not a thief, really, I just got carried away.” He pulled out a few bills. “I’ll buy it. double, triple what it costs.” I could see him counting the bills and then giving up. Not much cash apparently.

“Sir,” I said, using my best store manager’s voice. “I’m sure we can work out some alternate form of compensation, but I must search you now to ensure that you have no other store merchandise on your person.”

He reached under his shirt and pulled the DVD from his pants. His stomach was so flat that the DVD hadn’t even added girth to his waist. His jeans were also flat; fear had melted his hard-on. He held out the incriminating DVD, his eyes carefully avoiding the images of naked guys in sultry poses on the front, and worse, the legs-in-the-air with thrusting buttocks shots on the back.

“Just this,” he said as I took the DVD. He spread his arms wide. “Go ahead and search me.” His eyes were guiless; he still hadn’t figured out that he’d been caught by a fellow traveler.

“Store regulations say that it must be a complete search conducted in private. Please come this way.” I held out my hand to indicate that he should walk in front of me. I gave him gentle directions on the way. “Up the stairs, sir. Turn left, sir.” He had a firm little butt.

We stopped in the stock room above the porn section, a low ceilinged space where I took my breaks and watched porn on a little TV. It wasn’t spacious, but there were no windows, and I liked the ruggedness of the cinder block/breaker panel decoration. The metal shelving and low sprinkler system pipes always gave me bondage ideas too.

“Take off your shirt please, sir.”

His eyes found mine for the first time since he’d been caught. They were wide and the lashes were long–truly beautiful. He saw that I wasn’t kidding and reached up to that first button, undoing it with a swallow. He handed me the denim shirt and stood awkwardly, as if he didn’t know what to do with his hands. I did.

“Store regulations require me to secure you while I conduct my investigation. I pulled a set of handcuffs off the shelf that I kept around in case Hunter popped by for a visit. “Please put your hands over your head.”

He did so, but he was finally figuring out that I was full of shit. Our little video store had one policy regarding shoplifters: call the police and prosecute the offenders.

“Do…do I need a lawyer or something?”

I clicked the cuffs on one wrist. “Of course, sir, if you prefer I can cease my investigation and we can contact the police. They will allow you to call a lawyer.” I paused to let all the ramifications sink in. “I thought you just wanted to keep this between us.”

“Yeah, I guess,” he whispered. “Anything you say. Just…just don’t tell anybody.”

He trembled as I pulled his wrist up with the cuffs. I guided his other wrist above the iron sprinkler pipe bağcılar escort and clicked on the other side of the cuffs. He was now helpless with his hands restrained high over his head, stretching out his slim torso beautifully. I admired the thin chest hair in the cleft between his pecs; I couldn’t grow chest hair to save my life, but I know that was one of the things Hunter loved about me.

I stepped in front of him and looked into those blue eyes. “You understand, sir, that I must do a complete search of your clothes and your person.”

He nodded and looked down and then looked quickly at the breaker panel, as if he hoped that he could hide what he’d just seen and must feel. There was a significant bulge in his pants. I had him!

I knelt down in front of him at perfect cocksucking level and opened the top button of his jeans. His stomach was so smooth and beautiful, with a trail of thin hair guiding me from his belly button to his pubic hair. I slowly unzipped his fly, his breath hissing as my finger trailed the zipper to help push his hard-on out of the way. I grabbed the waist of his trousers, bunching in to make sure I had hand-fulls of boxers, and yanked down to his ankles.

His cock sprang free to full attention, over seven inches with a fat head! The cock wasn’t as skinny as I had first thought; because the head was so big it made the rest of it look slim by comparison. My anus squeezed in anticipation.

By the time I’d eased each foot up to allow me to slip off his jeans, boxers and socks, he must have known that this was about sex. Why would I need to search his socks? I did need, however, to see him naked and helpless, and now that I had him I could hardly contain myself. I wanted to suck him; I wanted to shove my cock inside him; I wanted to bend over and feel that fat head forcing a path.

Instead I moved a chair around so that I could sit beside the TV facing him. I relaxed and looked him straight in the eye…well, it took a second because his eyes were glued to his own erection, his cheeks flaming with shame. He finally looked up at my eyes, and his were so full of despair that I wanted to get up and smother him with hugs. Our society is so awful to men like him.

I waited until we’d locked eyes for a good five seconds, then I let my eyes wander down his body, over those slim hips, past that nice bush and the beautiful erection, all the way down powerful legs to his bare feet. My pants were still unzipped, and I reached in to noisily adjust, letting my cock poke through and stand proud. I looked back up to his eyes and they were wide as possible.

“I’m not gay!” he said, an edge of panic to his voice.

“I’m sure you’re good at fucking your cute little girlfriend if that’s what you mean, but I’ve got exhibit A here. Let’s see what you were so anxious to watch.”

The DVD popped to scene selection and I picked one of my favorites. Hey, I’m gay and I work in a video store; of course I’ve seen them all at least twice! The DVD began to play and the voices of bad actors with beautiful bodies echoed off the cinder block.

“Bend over, pledge! It’s time for your real initiation.”

The cheesy music began. I watched my thief, who couldn’t tear his eyes from the TV. If anything he was harder. On the TV a cute guy was bent over a table, his ankles bound to the legs, his hands “tied” to the tops of the far legs. One jock with an enormous prick was standing in front, shoving it down the guy’s throat and pulling back so that we could see its glistening length before it buried back into the throat. Another guy, hunky and not unlike my thief in body type, was fucking the ass of the twink “pledge” with increasing speed. The bondage in the movie was just play. Mine was not.

“So if you’re not gay,” I said, rising to block my thief’s view of the TV. “Then I guess you wouldn’t find that movie interesting.” I pressed my finger into the middle of his chest and held it there.

“I grabbed the wrong one. Please, can I go now?”

“So since you’re not gay, then I guess you don’t want me to suck your cock.” As I spoke I drag my finger down over his belly button and grabbed his hard-on with a firm grip.

He gasped and shuddered. For a second I thought he’d come right then and there in my hand.

“Please,” he whispered, his eyes fixed on the sight of his cock in my hand. “Please, I’m sure I’m not gay.”

I dropped to my knees and stared at that cock and the shiny bead of precum on the head. “Then you won’t like it if I do this!” I opened my mouth and shoved down, gorging myself on his cock, stretching my mouth wide so that I could get it all. I had to fight a gag reflex, had to fight tears the leaked from the corners of my eyes; it took me three mighty shoves before I felt my nose in his pubic hair, smelled the hint of soap from a recent shower.

All the time my thief was lost, shouting, “Oh my God, oh gees, I think I might…on no, I’m going to…”

I ümraniye escort pulled off before he could cum because I knew once he shot I’d really have to let him go. He could barely handle this emotionally as it was, and once he’d cum he’d need to go home and cringe in shame. That’s when I decided that I had to ease that time for him. He needed to really think about his sexuality. I’d have to be cruel to be kind.

I tried to look him in the eyes again, but his were fixed on his cock, shiny with my saliva. My jeans hit the floor and I kicked out of them. I yanked my shirt over my head and stood naked for a moment before I sat down, one hand stroking myself in time to the music from the TV. His eyes went there, and for a moment he watched the “pledge” take it from both ends, but his gaze dragged in my direction. He watched me stroke myself. He swallowed, looking like a man in the desert who has just discovered a glass of water.

“So here we are,” I said, a shudder running through my body. I let go of my cock and placed my hands on the arms of the chair so that he’d have an unobstructed view of my slim figure.

“What are you going to do to me,” he asked, his eyes glued to my cock.

“You’ve committed a property crime,” I said. “If you accept me now as your judge and jury, we’ll proceed with your trial and punishment right here in this room.”

“I guess I don’t have any choice.” His eyes found mine, and instead of fear they showed anticipation. “You can do anything you want to me and I can’t stop you.” He rattled the cuffs on the pipe. “And I sure as hell won’t report you.”

“You’d like me to rape you?”

“No!” His cheeks flamed red. “I mean, you can if you want. I’m not saying I want it. I’m just saying you can do whatever you want to me as long as you promise not to tell anyone about…you know.”

His eyes went to the TV. The pledge wasn’t tied anymore, but he was in a room full of naked frat boys, all of them taking turns making him suck and fuck when they weren’t busy doing each other. The orgy scene was in full swing.

“I’ll need a full confession,” I said.

“I stole the DVD. I’m sorry.”

“That’s not the confession I’m looking for.” I touched myself, and that sensation made me draw a shuddering breath. I couldn’t wait anymore.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Gavin.”

“Gavin, I hearby sentence you to making a full confession, which will be drawn out of you by as many lashes as required.” I reached down to my jeans on the floor and yanked out my leather belt, laying it across my naked knees. “I further sentence you to perform every sex act that occurs on this stolen DVD. Do you accept this judgment?”

He licked his lips, his eyes now on the TV where pretty much every sex act I could imagine was going on a once, the scene reaching its “climax.” Ropes of cum shot over the pledge’s face in slow motion.

“So I’ll have to suck your…” Gavin’s eyes went to my cock, and I stroked it once just to hold his attention. “OK,” he said far too quickly. “I’m your prisoner. Have your way with me.” He trembled with excitement.

I stood and stepped close, my face inches from his, and grabbed his cock just to make him shudder. “Oh, Gavin. First you must confess your true sexuality. Beg to suck me.”

“Oh, I’m not gay!” he squeaked. “But I’ll suck you just cause I have too.”

I stepped behind him and swung a mighty shot at those slim buns. He gasped and arch his buttocks away, for a moment yanking against his cuffs.

“Beg to suck me,” I said again, caressing the buns with my free hand.

“I’ll suck you, of course,” he gasped, his eyes closed as he reveled in my touch.

“Beg to suck me.”

The snap of my belt across his backside forced another full-body spasm from Gavin.

“I’ll suck it! I promise. I’ll do anything you ask!”

I gave him ten fast smacks, weaker than the first two, but building until he was screaming, “Please! stop! I’ll do anything you want!”

I cupped his buttocks with both hands, massaging in the burning just the way Hunter used to for me. My lips nibbled on Gavin’s earlobe, and my cock slide in his crack. Oh, the tip of my cock begged to bust his cherry right now, but I had to be patient. Timing was everything. “Beg to suck me,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

He gasped as I ground against his bum, my hands now holding his hips so that I could mock fuck his crack. “Please, let me suck you,” he whispered.

“What do you want to feel?”

“I want to feel your cock in my mouth. I want you to stretch my throat and fuck my mouth. I want to taste your cum.” He took a shuddering breath. “Use me!” This he said with a hoarse gasp as my hands enveloped his cock.

“This will be a good first step towards your rehabilitation,” I whispered as I stroked him.

I found the keys and undid the cuffs, unable to contain myself any longer. His arms came down with a groan, and I massaged them for a moment as he stood staring at my cock. He reached out and started stroking it, so I leaned in to kiss him, but he turned his head away and let go of me. Damn!

“Get on your knees!” Anger boiled in me. I know he wanted to kiss me, and I know he wants to fuck me, and I my patience ebbed as my desire grew. I needed to do something quick to bring back that patience so that I could continue his enlightenment.

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It was everything…

I was really excited driving into the city today even if I was only going on four hours of sleep. The night before was everything I could’ve ever imagined. I had finally given myself to Martin in a way that I could’ve only dreamed of giving myself. As I squirmed in my seat I was constantly reminded that I had just been owned hours earlier.

Martin was perfect last night as far as I was concerned. We also made a break through and I finally understood how he had lost control the week before. Martin was not like me. Martin had never ever thought of being with a guy in his life and the fact that he was attracted to me confused and angered him. Naturally I would be the one that he would take his frustration out on. But after last night I had the feeling that we were getting past that.

I was eighteen in the summer of 76. I stood 5′ 6″ at about 160lbs with light brown eyes and shoulder length brown reddish hair. I was in no way fat or out of shape. In fact I was in very good shape. I had a very nice body, plus many young ladies considered me boyishly handsome. Of course around girls I was terribly shy. Around guys I was very careful because it was the guys that always caught my eye. I also had a really nice ass attached to very muscle toned legs that were perfectly proportionate to that nice ass.

Martin would later let me know that I had everything that a guy appreciated in a round behind and nice set of legs. I was at the time, a young man with very feminine features. Of course being eighteen and very naive with the way things worked in the world, I had no clue.

From time to time growing up I always would eventually be called a fag or I would be told to stop being such a girl. I never took any of it seriously because for the most part those things were always said in moments of jest. Looking back now and trying to remember it all maybe they knew something that I didn’t.

The 70’s were a time when men looking at men was reason enough to get beaten and in some parts of the country to lose your life. Everything that I had been going through all my young life was bottled up inside of me. Until last Saturday, last Saturday started a chain of events that I had only fantasied about. On top of that the very next night I had finally been able to finally confess my secrets to someone that I considered my girlfriend\best friend\big sister.

Janie was the one person that I could talk to. Before I met Martin in January Janie was the one person that would listen to my day to day issues. I, in return, would be her sounding board because being 4 years younger I really couldn’t advise her on what to do with her dramas and Janie had a lot of dramas.

But last week I had dropped a bombshell on her and she took it in stride. So today I was really eager to finally talk to her and let her know how all her advice had helped me out. But first I had to pay homage to the happy couple. My grandfather and Janie’s mother were that couple. That’s how Janie and I had come to know each other. My grandfather who raised me had started dating Janie’s mother years earlier.

This lady friend of my grandfather’s had two daughters but it was Janie who I connected with. Janie was the one that was always there for me in my best to worst times of being a growing young man. If she saw that I was bored on our weekly visits she would let me tag along to her hangouts with her friends and later to her parties. So naturally she would be the one that I could always trust with my deepest secrets.

I had finally arrived and I could tell by the amount of cars parked in front of the house that today was a larger gathering than usual. I walked in the front door and the front rooms of the house were empty.

Making my way back to the kitchen there was finally life. Sounds of ladies chatting away as they prepared some the dishes to be served with the meats that were being prepared by the men outside.

I was getting and giving the obligatory hugs and fake kisses on the cheek. I would smile and nod as the small talk came at me all at once. The usual, “Oh my goodness is that David?” and “Oh David look at you!” and finally, “Oh I bet you have a nice girlfriend as handsome as you are.” If they only knew, I thought to myself.

Finally I broke through, past the final part of the house and was hitting the backdoor. Immediately the sound of music and the smell of the meats cooking on the barbeque grill hit me. As I walked outside I waved at the men on the left side of the yard over in their “cook’s corner.”

Just like with the women in the kitchen I had to go over and shake hands, do the guy nod and basically acknowledge their tuff guy presence. Except for Jeff. Jeff was Janie’s guy at the time and he was the cool tuff guy. Jeff was wearing Janie’s mother’s cooking apron as he worked the grill.

This of course was the joke. Jeff was as macho as they got at that time. As the guys walked over to shake my hand they would look over at Jeff and say with çeşme escort fake disgust, “This fucking guy.” To which Jeff would respond, “Fuck off, you know you like it, fag.” With that the group would laugh and the show would go on.

I call it a show because that’s exactly what this was. Looking over to the middle of the yard over to the right there was the King and Queen of the gathering. My grandfather and Janie’s mother on a long outdoor chair\swing for two. On either side of them all the other grey haired couples. The only thing that was missing was the court jester.

I quickly made my way over to acknowledge the old man and his lady friend. To “kiss the ring” as it were. I reassured the old man that the status at the farm was well and the irrigation had been done as he requested of me. I politely excused myself and I started scanning the yard for Janie.

As I she came into sight on the other side of the yard against the back gate, I grinned and thought to myself, “Slut.” I never really looked at Janie before but for some reason this afternoon she caught my eye. She was in border line Daisy Dukes, very nice tan legs and her summer flip flops.

She was wearing a nice red blouse with stringy shoulder straps. The blouse cut down enough too show the slightest cleavage from a pair of very lovely 36 C’s. Wow, I thought to myself. Janie was hot.

I started making my way to her as she turned and made eye contact with me. I watched her as she said something to her little group of friends then turned and headed my way. Meeting her half way Janie flashed that gorgeous smile of hers and in a low voice asked, “Well?”

Responding to her trying not to make any facial expressions that anyone watching us could read, “Well what? Really you want to know everything right here?” I responded. “Relax,” Janie would blurt out as she laughed out loud. Looking around everyone was in their own little world plus with the music it’s not like they could hear anything.

But still, seriously, what did she think I was going to say? Did she think I was going to tell her that my asshole. Ugh, sorry, my pussy was worn out from the night before?? That I really needed to go to the bathroom and check myself because just a few moments ago I could feel some of Martins cum leak out of me?

Before I could speak Janie started talking, “Let’s have some fun and play our parts then around dark we can go back to my place. Ok??” Then placing her hand on my arm she leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Slut.” Then she smiled putting me at ease and off we went.

The afternoon went off without any issues. Everyone drank, ate and laughed their heads off. It was a good time had by all. Towards the end of the afternoon Janie picked a fight with Jeff the Macho Man causing him to tell her to go fuck herself as he jumped into his car and sped away. Then right on que Janie quickly ran up to me, grabbed my hand, “Time to leave,” she would say then scurried me away.

As she turned the key to her front door and we walked in Janie would announce to me, “I’ve got until midnight. After midnight the asshole is going to show up and if he’s sobered up I’m going to have to fuck him.” I busted out laughing.

Finally we were alone and on her couch. Janie had prepared a nice little adult beverage for herself . I wasn’t into alcohol at the time. Then once we were comfortable she leaned over and took my hand. “Tell me everything,” she said with a smile. I took a deep breath then hung my head ever so slightly and started.

I explained how I had stuck to her routine that she set up for me. How Monday I had gone over to see Martin. How I had sucked his cock and how Martin had behaved at the end scaring the fuck out of me again. I also told her that apparently I discovered that night that I had a pussy. I hadn’t even pronounced the Y and she was already laughing.

Then I explained how I had ignored him all week except for glances and stares that we would give each other in passing. “I don’t know Davy this guy sounds like an asshole to me.” Janie would say. I would continue and I finally got to yesterday. Saturday, the big day.

Looking at Janie she was leaning forward giving me her undivided attention. Eagerly waiting to hear ever word coming out of my mouth.

As I continued talking I could see the changes in Janie’s face and the way she would squirm around. That she was really getting turned on. I just kept telling the story, going from one event to the other. Until finally I had reached the halfway point of my afternoon/evening with Martin.

“Holy fuck Davy!” was all she could say. “You fell asleep as he was talking to you?!” Janie would say. I quickly responded, “Yes slut I fell asleep. Did you hear the part about how he dick whipped me with his huge cock?” “No fucking way Davy, I can’t believe you fell asleep,” she continued with disbelief tone in her voice. “Then what??” She asked.

I told her to başakşehir escort get her refill and get comfortable. “There’s more?!” Janie asked with her eyes wide. She thought that she had heard all the good stuff.

Then I continued telling her what I’m about to share with you…

Dreams are something that have always fascinated me. I knew I was in dream state because of the absurdity of the dream. I quickly realized that I was asleep and slowly started waking myself up. I lifted my head up and knew instantly that I was on Martins bed. Reaching out with my hands to either side of me I could tell that I was alone.

I quickly figured out that I was also naked. Then something happened that to this day I can still remember. I remember the feeling as if it was happening right now. I was lying on my stomach and as I lifted my head up and slightly turned to look around the room I felt myself discharge. At first I panicked but then I quickly realized what had happened.

Martins cum drooled its way out of my hole. Slowly down past the underside of my nut sack, pooling up between my balls on the bed sheet under me as I lay there. The feeling of the slimy cum just sliding down my balls caused me to shiver. Just as I had realized what had happened, another release. My asshole was slowly drooling out Martins cum and I could feel myself getting aroused all over again.

I slowly got up not caring about the slight discharge that I had just released and started making my way to the bathroom. As I straightened up and started walking I could feel Martins cum sliding out of me, some of it finding its way down the inside of my thigh.

Sitting down on the toilet I pushed as if I was going to have a bowel movement and all I heard were the echoing bloops and plops of cum hitting the toilet water. The sounds turned me off at first and as I parted my legs to see what was coming out I could see the big globs of cum inside the toilet. The sight of Martins cum gave me a small, satisfied feeling.

As I wiped myself I was amazed that I was still stretched. I was able to clean just inside the rim of my hole, aching ever so slightly as I did. After my sit down I quickly rinsed off in Martins shower making sure that I was clean again. Martin had expressed to me that I had to have soft skin and smell good for him the week before. One of his expectations\rules.

I dressed and made my way out still not knowing what had happened to Martin. As I stepped outside there he was. Sitting on the front stoop looking out at the stars. Living in the country where there are no city lights around, the stars are a show all by themselves. The moon was full but it was early evening and it sat low off on the horizon. As I looked up taking in view Martin motioned for my hand. As I quickly slid my hand into his he pulled me to him.

Guiding me around him to sit between his legs on the step in front of him. I sat down and he wrapped his arms around me. Martin held me.

By the smell of his body I could tell that he had showered, his fragrance was intoxicating. He started talking telling me about the Incas and the Aztecs and how their cultures were all about the stars. All I could do was sigh and lean back into him listening to his gentle voice. Martin was giving me an astrology lesson. I just sat there in his arms listening and taking it all in. Then he did something that made me gasp and jump out of my skin at once.

Martin reached down and slid his hand between my legs, over my crotch and cupped my balls. My mouth opened to release a faint gasp and my eyes opened wide. I tensed up because I didn’t know what was going to happen next. Martin had made it clear that he would never touch my crotch. Ever.

Martin continued talking about everything and nothing as I sat there in shock. Then Martin leaned in and kissed my neck. “Relax baby, relax.” Hearing those words whispered in my ear all I could do was exhale as I sunk back into Martins arms.

I didn’t say a word about what he had done and the fact that his hand was still cupping my balls as he spoke, started making me hard. I wasn’t going to press my luck. I stood up quickly then turned around. “So I know you did the irrigation run by yourself twice today so I got it tonight,” I told Martin.

“How about we do it together?” He replied. I smiled and said, “If you’re sure…” I excused myself and asked Martin if I could go home and get myself together. Of course he agreed and then I asked him to come hang out with me instead of both of us being alone.

Martin told me to go on and he would be over later. I went home and made sure that everything was perfect. I reapplied my lotion making sure that I felt smooth and soft. Making sure that I smelled good. Martin came over a few minutes later and we sat on the couch talking and watching television until it was time to go.

Finally it was after 2a.m. and we headed out the door. The Panhandle of Texas is küçükçekmece escort flat desolate place. Patches of trees dot the country side because almost all of it is nothing but farm land. At night looking out into the distance you can see dots of lights of farm houses off in the distance. The only steady light on this night was a full moon.

Every stop we made the moon lit everything up for us. We hurried along and set the irrigation tubes for field after field. Until we came to the last one. We had finally finished. Martin was being extremely playful and walked me to the passenger side door of the truck.

Martin opened the door then grabbed my hand and spun me around. Sliding his hands around my waist he pulled me into him then leaned down and planted a kiss on me. Being shorter than him I instinctively reached up to wrap my hands around his neck as I rose up on my tip toes to meet his kiss.

A gentle kiss at first then he pushed my lips apart with his mouth sliding his tongue in mine as my lips parted. The kiss became more passionate. Then he pulled back and said, “Shit! I better stop babe. I didn’t bring the lube with me and I don’t want to hurt you.” I just smiled then reached into my pocket and pulled out the tube of lube that Janie had bought me the week before.

Martin got a devilish grin then turned me around without care. As I found myself being turned around I was suddenly facing the inside of the truck cab. My hands on the seat. Then suddenly a hard tug. Without even bothering to unbutton my jeans, my pants were now at my knees.

Martin let out a soft groan as he saw that I had no underwear on and my nice firm round ass was right there for him to play with. Martin leaned in and started kissing my neck putting the lube down on the seat in front of me. Both of his hands were on my ass. His mouth on my neck and shoulders.

Martin grabbed my shirt and with one strong pull lifted it over my arms and tossed it inside the cab. The cool late night Texas breeze hit my skin and my puffies, as if they needed any other excuse, instantly expanded to full attention. Martin was still busy with my ass. Kneading my ass cheeks. Pushing them together then pulling them apart spreading me open. Each time he spread me open I could feel my hole pout open then close.

Martin was full of surprises tonight because what came next was not expected, at all. Martin dropped to one knee and with one hand he pushed me forward. Bending me over onto the truck seat. Then his hands now back on my ass he started kissing my ass cheeks. One then the other, pulling them apart. Then he started kissing my crack until finally. His mouth found my hole.

Martin would kiss my hole and flicker his tongue on it. Then he would lay his tongue flat on my hole then slide that marvelous tongue up and down and across my hole. “I knew your pussy was clean,” Martin growled in-between licks. “Lick my pussy,” I whispered back. With that Martin stick his tongue in my ass.

A squeal came out of my mouth the minute I felt him slide the tip of his tongue in me. Laying down flat on the seat of the truck I relaxed and let him do whatever he wanted. Just like earlier I was moaning uncontrollably. Then he stopped and stood up.

I stayed still, bent over on the seat of the truck and I could hear him taking off his shoes then his pants. As he tossed his pants inside the truck he grabbed the lube. I instantly started to pant. I knew what was next. That monster cock had fucked me really well hours earlier and I was still sore. Martin was going to fuck me again.

The entire time we were driving from field to field I had been squirming in my seat because of the soreness that my hole was feeling. But before I could think any more on it there was a slather of lube being applied to my hole. Martin didn’t say a word the entire time and after he lathered his cock with lube he wiped his hand on my ass cheek and leg.

Once again that monster cock head was on my hole. Grabbing on to the seat in front of me. I frantically started to brace and balance myself. My pants had dropped to my ankles now so I couldn’t spread my feet apart very wide. I slipped my left hand between the back rest of the seat and the back of it and my right hand grabbing on to the front of the seat.

Without any warning I felt a hard push and that monster cock head pushed inside of me with one hard push. Burying my face into the seat to try to muffle my mouth I let out a muffled scream. Once again Martin stood absolutely still. My fists were clenched to the truck seat. I could feel my fingers digging into the material. Eyes closed tight and my teeth gnashing together.

“Relax your pussy baby, just like earlier. Relax your pussy.” Martin’s voice started to sooth me and calm me down. I felt my breathing start to even out then my hole which once again had sealed around Martins huge cock head started relaxing. The pain was subsiding and the low ache was all that was remaining.

Bending over me to reach my shoulders. Martin grabbed on to them and once again pushed. Once again I moaned uncontrollably. Again he pushed and this time I squealed. Then one last, slow, steady push. The entire push I lost control of my sounds coming out of my mouth. Was I moaning? A groan? A squeal? Maybe all at the same time because that monster cock was sliding in deeper.

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The darkness made every sound seem so much louder. His own heartbeat sounding like a drum as he once again tried to figure out why he was tied to his bed and who had done it.

The faint light coming from the shaded window was only enough to make out a shape, dressed in a long robe? Coat? Sheet? pacing the floor chuckling softly.

He couldn’t speak to the figure as there was something strapped tightly against his mouth, holding in place a rubbery ball shaped object that he could sink his teeth into but not shred or push out with his tongue.

The figure traced a finger clad in soft leather gloves down his chest, which considering when he had gone to bed he had on a tee shirt, sort of surprised him. On further inspection, the cold night air hitting him göztepe escort everywhere, he realised he was naked.

Lips soon replaced the finger, did he feel a bit of stubble rasping lightly on his stomach as the mouth gently nipped at his exposed skin? Or was that just the feeling of his own fright induced goose bumps coming in contact with the other’s warmth?

The bed shifted as the figure climbed up next to him, gloved hands seemingly everywhere, ruffling his hair, stroking his arms, as the warm tongue paid thorough attention to first one then the other of his nipples. He closed his eyes, normally this would be a turn on, he marvelled but now this was turning his insides to ice.

“Relax,” the voice whispered, too softly to make out the gender of the speaker, “just let yourself enjoy çorlu escort this.”

Relax? he thought, impossible! How could he relax when he was completely in this person’s control? And the not knowing, why or what was to come was not helping.

The bed creaked as the other person shifted to laying between his outstretched thighs. The warm leather encircled him and began to gently stroke him as a wet tongue flickered softly in the same rhythm.

He didn’t want to, he didn’t mean to but his body overwrote his mind and he found with a mixture of shock and horror that he was growing hard in the strangers grip. This made the other person chuckle again, and increase the actions that brought him to this state.

Then the grip loosened and he was conflicted. Part of him was relieved, the other ümraniye escort part still going on the base instincts was disappointed at being raised to a fever pitch and then left alone.

Before he could reconcile the two reactions he was set upon again. This time his entire length was taken in and swallowed deep in the stranger’s throat. Despite himself his back arched and he made a moaning sigh around the gag.

Giving himself up, he let the warm mouth send him over the edge and he came hard enough to see stars behind his tightly closed eyes.

The mouth let him go as the last of the after shocks rocked his body. Then getting off the bed the stranger leaned in and kissing him lightly on the forehead.

“Happy birthday,” the voice whispered and the bounds at his wrists were loosened, the door opened and the figure disappeared.

He waited until he could breathe again before undoing the restraints and removing the gag from his mouth.

He sat up still trembling from the experience, slick with sweat and turned on the light. Taking his glasses from the bed table he glanced at the calendar on the wall. The clock showed half past midnight.

“Happy birthday, indeed…”

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The new guy behind me just stood there as I felt his large presence near my exposed and restrained body. He didn’t utter a single word to me, probably just bewildered and surveying me in restraints while plotting his course of action.

As I heard the adjoining booth’s door lock, I immediately felt a hard calloused hand grip my tender aching cock and fondle it very roughly. While this rough hand tugged on my cock, I felt his other hand clumsily grab my nuts and squeeze them harshly. I couldn’t help myself from trying to jerk my hips away from the hole and the unsolicited groping. Tied as tight as I was to the wall, I couldn’t pull more than an inch away from the hole. As the guy in the other booth tugged roughly on my tender cock and balls, my ass jerked and shook in an effort to escape his grasp.

The guy behind me finally whispered in a very deep manly voice, “Relax faggot boy, I’m going as fast as I can. Quit shaking that hungry sissy white ass for me until I get this hog in you. You’re gonna get 12 inches of thick black meat if you can hold still long enough for me to get it in you.”

I shook my legs and arms in protest, not being able to utter a word with the underwear still stuffed in my mouth, as I heard him unzip and lower his pants.

“I don’t know nothing about that “fist fucking” message on your back, and my fist ain’t very horny either right now, ha-ha, but I understand that other message real good. I’m gonna fuck your ass deeper and harder than anybody ever has in your life,” he taunted me.

I began crying and sobbing again, it was totally uncontrollable, as I realized that another taboo was about to be broken. I wasn’t a racist, really I wasn’t, I just dated inside my own race. That was my upbringing, that was my family’s way, I never thought about anyone except Caucasian women. Hell, I hadn’t even ever thought about any man’s cock before in my life and now I was going to get my third for the day and it was a 12 inch black cock.

I wondered if he would be rough or gentle as I braced myself mentally for the oncoming invasion in my ass. The guy on the other side of the wall still roughly manhandled my limp cock, lacking any sign of a gentle touch. He wasn’t gentle at all, as he tugged on my tender and desensitized cock. He squashed my drained balls in his callused hands while he yanked and pulled at my cock, expecting it to spring to life from his harsh manipulations. Since I couldn’t pull away from his none too gentle touch, because I would have if I could have, it began to occur to me that he might think I liked his rough handling.

The black guy behind me had now placed the tip of his alleged 12 inch cock onto my extremely sore ass hole now. Even if the length was going to be a problem, and I knew it was, I was pretty sure that the girth would be easier than the fist fucking I had just received. I was pretty sure my ass hole was still partially open and relaxed enough to accommodate him somewhat easier after the fisting. Boy, was I ever wrong. As soon as he tried to shove that big thing in me, I realized it was going to be a very tight fit.

The width of his cock must be bigger than the other guy’s fist, cause as soon as he pushed it forward, it didn’t slide in like I expected. The blunt tip of his cock just pressed against my dry ass hole as he tried to force it in. The lotion that had been tuzla escort used to lubricate me for the fist fucking, I had received moments earlier, had already dried up.

“Damn boy, we gonna have to juice that pussy hole up for you,” he growled at me sounding irritated, while I heard him spit into his hand.

He smeared his spittle filled hand into the cheeks of my ass and around my hole, attempting to lubricate me some for an easier penetration. When he was satisfied that he had me wet enough, he just wiped his nasty spit slick hand in my hair. Wiping his wet fingers back and forth in patches of my hair, he rubbed his hand over and over, until he was satisfied it was dry.

His cock touched my ass hole now and with a couple of hard pumps on his part, the thick head popped into me. I growled in pain and shoved my hips forward into the hole, trying to somehow delay his anal entry. That didn’t slow him down a bit though, as he forced more of his cock into my ass hole aggressively and impatiently.

“Don’t even try to pull away from me faggot. Just lay into that wall and take all my fat cock up your sissy pussy like a good little faggot,” he whispered ominously to me as he forced more cock up my ass.

I squirmed and bucked my hips hard into the hole in front of me, trying to pull my ass away from his quick entry. As he jammed more and more of his cock in my ass, I kept flinching and jabbing at the hole, knowing that any escape from his assault was impossible.

The guy on the other side obviously took this as a signal that I liked my cock and balls played with roughly. He let go of my semi hard cock and while it hung through the hole, he just slapped it with his open palm.

My cock was so numb and desensitized that it didn’t really hurt that much, so he started slapping it harder. I guess, that since I didn’t pull away from him, he must have thought I wanted it slapped even harder. He spanked my cock with his hand and crushed my nuts in his palm while I groaned as loud as I could into my underwear filled mouth. My muted grunts, through the wall, must have appeared as sighs of approval since he never saw me pull away or heard me ask him to stop.

While he battered my cock and mauled my balls, the black guy behind me kept jamming more cock into my captive ass. He pounded in and out as fast as he could, while I tried desperately to accommodate that huge appendage. This guy was just plain mean. I mean, he must have known that when he bottomed out in my ass, my flinching indicated discomfort. I could feel him hit the back of my anal cavity and I knew he had at least 3 inches left. Each downstroke he made into me, had me jerking and flinching my hips forward.

The guy on the other side of the wall completely misread my involuntary hip jerks. He now intensified his mauling of my cock and began to brutally pinch my ball sac with his fingernails. Each pinch felt like an electric shock in my balls and only made my hip jerking more erratic. The guy fucking my ass was loving my squirming around on his cock.

“Damn bitch, I ain’t never had no boy pussy move on my cock like you do. Most people complain I’m too damn big to get it all in, but I think you’re gonna handle all of this dick. Just a couple of more inches and I’m gonna fuck you long and hard,” he pendik escort stupidly complimented me.

While he tried to jam the remaining couple of inches up my ass, the guy on the other side was having his sadistic fun. He had stopped the pinching of my nut sac and while he still roughly twisted my cock in one hand, he thumped one of my balls hard with his finger. The first time he thumped me, I yelped and moaned as loud as I could through my gag. Tears came to my eyes and rolled down my cheeks as he mistakenly took this as my sign of approval. Over and over he took turns on each ball, thumping them and hearing me groan in accordance just spurned him on. Again, he must have thought I liked this or else I would have removed my cock from the hole in the wall.

I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could while the tears flowed down my cheeks. The guy behind me had now completely bottomed out in my ass and had started a steady grind. I felt his chest press into my back and his groin press into my ass cheeks. He placed his hands on the wall beside my face to steady himself, and I noticed he had the biggest hands I had ever seen. The skin on his huge hands was so very black and I could see the muscles in his wrists as he pounded his cock into my ass. I was really glad at this moment that he wasn’t into fisting my ass.

As I groaned and flinched on the abuse my balls were taking, my hips shook and bucked hard onto his deeply imbedded cock. Over and over he just slammed deep into my ass forcing me to accept every single centimeter of his long black cock.

“Yea faggot, work that pussy for your black daddy. I’m getting ready to spray my cum up your pussy hole,” he said demeaningly.

My ass was now relaxed and starting to get that good feeling again. The guy on the other side of the wall had stopped thumping my balls momentarily, and he now stroked his two calloused and spit slicked hands on my semi hard cock. I began to enjoy this a little bit more now, anything was better than the ball thumping. My cock never got completely hard, but it didn’t seem to matter to the guy handling it. He now allowed me to enjoy his manipulations as he roughly stroked both of his hands up and down my shaft in an attempt to milk my cum out.

Without the torture on my cock and balls, I began a concentrated coupling with my anal assaulter. We got into a steady rhythm as he sawed in and out, each time plunging until his blunt head poked the back of my anal wall. His cock really started to feel good as my balls began to draw up whatever little cum was left for the guy masturbating me.

Even though my cock never got fully hard this time, I felt a heavy orgasm start deep in my balls. I’m usually a very heavy cummer, maybe 8 to 12 spurts, but after the first spray or two from my cock, I felt like I was dry. I’m not sure anything else came out more than a dribble now. The sensation of the orgasm was pretty much the same, I just guess my balls were just drained dry. The pain and the pleasure of my cumming had me sobbing again as my ass was still being pounded.

“Yea, cry for that cum bitch. Cry like a baby that needs some milk. I got some white juice for you. Cry for me, I’m cumming now,” the guy whispered in my ear.

He took his hands off the wall and grabbed my hips, punching his 12 inches maltepe escort as hard as he could up my ass. I felt his fingernails dig deep into my waist as he puffed and panted behind me. As he poured his seed deep into my ass, I pushed back as hard as I could. Jet after jet of warm cum pumped deep into my ass as he finished his assault. I was glad it was over but felt sad and empty at the same time.

As he withdrew his cock from my ass I felt warm sprays of liquid hitting my cock and balls. I guess the guy that masturbated me had just sprayed his load onto me in his final gesture.

The guy behind me zipped up and before leaving said, “Nobody has ever taken all 12 inches of my cock up their ass. You’re the biggest faggot freak ever bitch.”

As he left my booth, I heard still someone else enter and lock the door behind them. Before leaving, the guy on the other side gave my balls one final swat with his hand. It was so hard, that as I screamed into my underwear filled mouth, I swear I saw stars. I think I blacked out for a second, maybe not, but the next thing I felt was a tongue in my ass cleaning and slurping all the cum out.

As someone now gently sucked my ass hole out, my drained balls and limp cock remained suspended in his now vacant booth. He took his time and licked the streams of cum that had dripped down my legs. Softly and slowly, he administered a thorough passionate but gentle cleaning of all the spent semen on my backside.

I can’t recall much else. Things got kind of blurry after that. For the next several hours men used my cock and ass hole. My tender but hungry ass was fucked at least a dozen more times. My sensitive cock and balls were sucked by an endless stream of cocksuckers. It seemed like someone was always nursing on my cock. I never got another hard on for them, even though I experienced more dry cum orgasms. I was fisted slowly and clumsily by an old man that jacked off on my ass while he used me. Honestly, I just can’t remember the order of what happened after the events I have told you so far.

I know I had gotten to the arcade about 9 in the morning and when the clerk untied me it was 8 in the evening. He had just come on his shift and another customer told him about a guy hanging up in a booth. He asked me about who had done this to me, or if I wanted to file charges against someone. I didn’t, I just wanted to get out of there.

The “Please fuck my hungry faggot ass everybody and anybody, I really need your cock badly” and the “I love to be fist fucked” signs that were written on my back, were finally discovered by my girlfriend. I scrubbed them as hard as I could, until I couldn’t see them in the mirror, but they had been put on with permanent markers. She read the faint outline of the words that were left on my back the next day. The huge hickeys gave me away, my collared shirt just wasn’t high enough on my neck.

For the next two days, I tried several lies before I finally told her the truth, but nothing worked. She left me a officially a few days after she had heard the truth. I still go to the arcade, more than I had before, and I’m also a very accomplished cocksucker now. I classify myself in my favorite category, “the bonafide faggot” category. I don’t care how big or small their cocks are, if they stick them through my hole I will swallow them to the root, impale my ass on them all the way and swallow every drop they can produce. I am now a bona fide faggot. I’ll still let them suck on my 10 inches, and I’ll still let them work their ass down my cock too, but I really prefer giving the head and ass up. Remember, you can’t always take, you got to give too. Sometimes you have to learn the hard way.

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At last I have the courage to write about my sexual experiences. All the stories are true. Only the names have been changed to protect the guilty.

STORY 6

Ann and I settled down into a ‘funny’ sort of a relationship. We lived in the same street in our own houses. Sometimes I would stay at hers, or the other way round. She would have her friends and I would have mine. We had a very intense sexual life between ourselves and others.!!

In the last story we agreed for me to try and ‘make it’ with my friend Mark and to recant all the details to Ann while we lay in bed. So I started to make arrangements to invite Mark over one evening for a drink. I’d not seen him for three months so I gave him a ring.

“Hello Mark. Its me Joe” I said.

We talked about things in general. He asked who was I shagging now, meaning a man or woman. We laughed. I explained that Ann and I still live separately in the same small town, but still have nights together. I invited him over for a drink. I would love to he said. So we picked next Thursday afternoon at about 4pm. I would supply the drink he would bring a video. He said that he’s got a date (with a girl) that night so he will need to leave about 6pm.

I told Ann about this. She was ok with it. You will tell me all about it, all the details will you? She said. Of course I will love.

On Thursday lunch time Ann and I had a bit to eat together at my place. We chatted about things in general. In the end Ann could not help mentioning about Mark’s visit to me for sex. It might not work out like that I said. Knowing you it will she said. She asked if she could stay until he called so I could see what he’s like, then she would go. I don’t see why not I said, Ann and I repositioned the two setter settee to face the TV.

Ann suddenly said “have you seen him naked- is he well made”.

“No I haven’t. He might be well made due to the bulge I have noticed at times through his trousers” I said.

I said to Ann slowly ‘is it possible that you might fancy a threesome with us??’ Well-errrr I might. I laughed – well you will have to wait for my detailed report, then we can consider it. A knock at the door, Its him said Ann looking through the widow, and he looks OK to me, quite hansom, a bit younger than you she retorted.

I introduced Mark to Ann, then Ann said she must go pointing out that we all must meet up some time.

After Mark left to meet his girl friend I got to Ann’s place at 6-30pm.

“Well did you ‘do it’ –“ she said.

I smiled back at her with an approving nod.

“I’m itching to know all – lets go to bed now.” She said.

We got un-dressed, Ann lay on the bed on her back to my right. I lay on my side facing her with my right arm under her head.

“Go on then – I’m all ears” she said.

JOE’S STORY TO ANN.

After you went I broke open two beer cans while Mark told me about this new girl he’s got. She’s surprisingly a bit like Ann he said, adding also the red hair maltepe escort likeness of the two. You fancy red heads then I said. We sat down on the settee. I mentioned about this video he was bringing.

He put the video into the machine then sat down to watch. ‘Is it a porno then’ I said. Mark replied ‘sort of’ The scene opened with this man laying on a bed striped to the waist, wearing blue denim trousers. One could not see his head, it was out of the picture. His hands were sensually rubbing his chest and groin. Then he un-did the fly buttons and slid down the zip. The hands then pushed the trousers down below the hips, exposing this large cock. It had a full foreskin, which I find very attractive. I turned and looked at Mark, he was wearing a faint smile.

“Who’s the guy” I said. Mark never answered.

The guy was now holding his balls with the left hand and working the cock with the other. The camera moved in closer framing the chest to hip area.

I turned to Mark and said “this is you, is it not”.

He laughed and admitted it. I indicated this is a very horny scene. I looked back at the TV just as he cum. A big squirt arced up and landed on his upper chest, the second one onto his stomach. The camera moved in even closer framing the dick, as the right hand worked the foreskin up and down to get the last drop of cum out.

The video ended with me supporting a hard on. I looked at Mark’s groin , he also was hard. I thought to myself ‘shall I ask him now, or is it to early to risk an embarrassing rejection’. Mark moved his left leg seemingly to make himself comfortable. His leg touched mine. He looked at me and smiled. Yes – I thought, he does want it’ – ‘its now or never’

“Do you fancy me pulling you off” I said.

“Yes- I would like that” said he.

Come on then. I said in a soft voice We proceeded up the stairs to my bedroom. Me in front. My mind was racing away as we climbed the stairs. ’How far shall I go – I must be careful with him – I know he’s only bi-curious and I don’t want to frighten him away for good’. Once in the bedroom we began stripping off. I was the quickest into bed. I lay on my back on the left side looking at Mark stripping off. He took his shoes and socks off first, then his top. I thought –‘what a nice body, almost hairless on the torso. He stood a good 6’-6” tall, well built not fat’. I lay with my arms behind my head admiring this hunk of a man. What pleasures await me I could only guess. He stood silhouetted against the widow facing me with that smile and started to un-buckle his belt.

My thoughts run wild. The anticipation of soon being in close intimacy with this man was over whelming. The belt slowly slid through the buckle, I had this desire to suck the belt, to taste the leather. The trousers dropped to the floor exposing a semi- hard cock. I thought- ‘he’s still a bit anxious – not sure if this is OK’ I beckoned him to the bed. He got onto the manavgat escort right side of me and lay turning onto his left side up against my body. I lowered my right arm to allow his head to rest onto my shoulder.

We lay still for a moment. His breathing a little rapid, I could feel his body warmth. I thought best to do nothing and let him make the first moves. His right hand moved slowly across my chest, the fingers passing over my nipples, then in circular motions down my tummy, over my belly button. His hand reached my right thigh and stopped. My cock quivered a little with anticipation of what might happen. I thought – ‘This is his cross-roads, will he loose his nerve and bottle out’.

He gave a quite grunt then bending his right leg and sliding it over my legs at the same time as his hand sliding over my hard cock. ‘Yes’ – I said to myself, ‘he’s going for it’. His hand wrapped around my dick and began to stroke up and down. He was a master, he worked me as if with experience.

“Oooo this is nice” I whispered.

He held me firmly and started to work me faster. My pre-cum started to show, dripping out of the end and some dropping onto my belly button. He started to move is body against mine, I could feel that he was now hard and pressing into my thigh. I could feel a climax on the way, I stiffened my body and gently put my right hand to rest on his head and looked down at Mark’s hand working me.

“Your Cumming Joe” he said.

“Yessss — now” I croaked.

I squirted the first shot onto my upper chest just missing Marks head, the second onto my left side tummy with the last shot into my button. ‘God that was nice’ I exclaimed. Mark stopped working me and just held my dick motionless for a few seconds. The tension was leaving my body, my balls exhausted of cum. Mark let go of my cock and turned onto his back with his legs straight and together. I could see he had a rampant hard on and pre-cum showing. I thought to my self ‘he’s ready for some working on’. I wiped myself down and turned onto my knees facing his middle. I put my right hand onto his chest searching for the nipples and the other hand caressed his legs.

I slowly lowered my head and touched his belly button with my tongue. I glanced up to see Mark with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. I worked my tongue in and around the button. Then working up to a nipple, I closed my mouth around his left tit and sucked. Mark gave out a groan. My left hand was now firmly holding his cock. I worked my way down his body with my tongue lashing over the torso until it touched his knob end. I looked at it, the end wet through with pre-cum, waiting for me to drink it. I positioned my head onto his tummy, with my lips in a ‘O’ shape began to push his foreskin back down the cock. Mark gave another groan.

‘Yes’ – I thought to myself – ‘this is lovely’. Seeing my nose getting closer to his balls really excited me and from şişli escort the groans was doing Mark the world of good. I worked my mouth up and down this hansom dick. I then released my mouth from this cock and started to lick his balls. I was in a situation of working Marks dick with my right hand, licking his balls with my tongue. I slid my left hand finger under his balls to get closer to his anus, I did this hoping not to put him off .

Suddenly Mark lifted his right leg at the knee and bent it out. I hoped this was to give me access to his arse. I wet my finger and pressed onto his bum hole and waited for a response. He groaned again. This was the sign I was waiting for. I slid my finger in, it went in non-stop up to the knuckle. So there I was licking balls, wanking a cock and a finger all the way up his anus. His ball got tight and his body got stiff. I thought – he’s going to cum’

I turned my head so as to see his face. His anus was dilating and relaxing in quick succession. I knew he’s about to cum He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at me and a stream of spunk shot out of this dick end landing onto his neck and left shoulder. I thought – ‘ you did need that’. The second string of cum onto his chest, the third run down onto my hand.. As I slowed down the working of his cock I pulled my finger out of his arse.

He looked at me and smiled. I smiled back saying ‘are you ready for this girl friend of yours, your due to meet her in 20 minutes’. I’ll survive was his reply. We got dressed. Mark said he thought Ann was very attractive. I pointed out that’s what she said about you. As we downed the stairs I enquired if he would be interested in coming over one night for a drink and maybe some fun with us. Yes was his instant reply. As he went through the door he said ‘I’ll ring you soon’.

END OF JOE’S STORY

“That was fantastic – very horny” said Ann.

Ann was with her legs wide open and she had two fingers franticly moving in and out of her pussy. I slid my hand down her body and touched her clit with two fingers.

“Oooooooooo – rub me quick – I’m cumin” she gasped.

Her back arched up as I rubbed this very wet pussy. Then she cum.

“God – yes – Ooooo” she gasped.

She lifted her head up and bit my neck very hard during her climax. As she settled down and with drew her fingers saying that was a really horny story, better because its true. We spoke about Mark with the two of us. Ann was In agreement that we try a session with him. I rather that Mark doesn’t know that you tell me of the sex exploits you had with him. OK I said. I asked Ann ‘what would you like me to do to Mark in your presence. She did not answerer. I repeated the question. She hesitated to answerer.

“Go on you can let me – I wont be shocked” I said.

“Well – err – OK I will tell you. I would love to see you fuck Mark up the arse, and as you cum pull out and squirt your spunk over his anus and balls” she stuttered.

Very well then, I will work on that. I said. Ann said ring him up soon to arrange a session. I pointed out that we must be careful with Mark, he could be still only bi-curious so we play this slowly. I know wear looking forward to this.

“Do you know that this will be our first threesome” I said to Ann

“Yes – your right. So get it sorted out then” was her reply.

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Some months ago my best friend Cedrick and I started working out together. Cedrick is a big black man in every sense of the word. He is 6’6″ weighs about 265 and solid muscle, as I would find out his entire body is shaven smooth which only adds to his mystique. Cedrick and I have known each other since high school and have always been close friends. We did everything together that normal friends would. I decided to try to loose some weight and add a little muscle so I ask Cedrick to help me with my workouts.

I have known I was bi since college but rarely had opportunities to explore my bi-side. So when Cedrick and I was in the gym I couldn’t help but admire his ebony body as it glistened with sweat it the tight Speedo suits leaving his huge cock visibly outlined as we worked out. I would sneak glances when I thought he wasn’t looking, and never intended to go any further than just wishful thinking. But that all changed one Friday night, we would work out late at night because it was best for both our schedules. The gym was always nearly empty so we pretty much had the run of the facility, Cedrick knew the owners so several times he would lock up when we left for the night. This was just one of those times, as I got there Cedrick was talking to one of the owners telling him that he would be happy to lock up. I looked around and saw we were the only ones there, as I said this was nothing new so I didn’t think anything of it. The owner left and Cedrick locked the door telling me why not we can have the whole gym to ourselves. I didn’t think anything of it as He turned up the stereo and we began our workout.

After we finished our workout and was in the lockers Cedrick stripped out of his clothes and headed to the showers, since we were all alone I took the opportunity to admire his entire body. His cock was huge even soft it was longer than my 8″, I couldn’t help but wonder what it tasted like as he walked into the shower room. I quickly stripped and joined him in the showers. I tried not to look but couldn’t help myself and while he was rinsing the soap from his hair I looked to long and was caught. As my eyes meet his he looked at me with an evil grin, as he stepped towards me. I stood there frozen as he was within inches of me, not knowing what to say to him or to do. I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me down to my knees. There I was in the shower room of a gym on my knees in front of my best friend his black cock hardening in front of me.

“Go on buddy, you know you have been wanting this,” Cedrick told me.

As if on auto-pilot I opened my mouth and took the head of his beautiful cock in my mouth, and swirled my tongue around the big purple head. I slid his cock in my mouth till the head pushed against my throat, it had been a long time since I had sucked a cock and I was relishing the all familiar taste of man meat in my mouth. I slid the cock from my mouth and licked up and down the shaft coating it in my saliva. Cedrick’s cock was rock hard and fully erect at over a foot long, his hands grabbed me by my ears and forced me back on his cock.

“Suck my stick,” he urged me on.

Keeping hold of my head as I took his cock back in my mouth, I was jacking him while letting my tongue swirl around the şişli escort shaft. He was forcing more and more of his cock into my mouth, pushing it to the back of my mouth and down my throat. I soon felt it slide pass my tonsils and down my throat. I was massaging his balls as he continued face fucking me, his wonderful tasting cock sliding in and out of my mouth. He was using my throat as if it was a woman’s pussy sliding the full length in and out of my mouth, I let my hands slide up his chest and was rubbing his pecs as his cock slid across my tongue. I could feel his huge cock swell even more as I continued sucking on his huge piece of meat. I doubled my efforts on his cock jacking him off as the cock worked its way in and out of my mouth. I could feel Cedrick’s balls tighten as his thrusts became more powerful. I was soon rewarded by a huge load of sweet man juice from my best friend. I grabbed hold of his ass pulling him deeper into me as he dumped his load in my mouth. As I let his softening cock slip from my mouth I continued licking it getting all the traces of cum from his glistening cock. As I finished licking him clean he picked me up so I was back on my feet.

“Damn bro that was awesome, you must do that again.” Cedrick told me as he leaned in and kissed me.

I was lost in the moment, and kissed him back as I let my hand slide down to fondle his cock. “We can do this as much as you want I told him.”

For the next few weeks in became a routine that after our workout, I would suck my buddy off. He seemed to enjoy it more every time and began more and more dominant with each time I sucked him off. One night I got to the gym and Cedrick had was running about 30 minutes late so I was going to just do some cardio till he arrived. When I got there Seth the night manager was behind the counter and talking to a few customers. After I signed in I was about to hit the stair master when he asked me to hang on. He finished his conversation with the customer as he walked him out he locked the doors. This was nothing new as most of the time it was Just Cedrick and I there anyhow as Cedrick locked up after we were finished. Seth said he had something to show me in the office, once we were in the office he turned on a monitor of the security cam in the locker room. On the screen was the blow job I had given Cedrick the night before, and him dumping a load of cum all over my face. As I looked up from the screen Seth was rubbing his cock thru his workout pants.

“You sure do know how to suck a cock,” Seth said as his cock was hardening more as he continued rubbing it.

I have know for some time that Seth was openly gay and had been with many of the guys in the gym. “I do my best I told him.” I walked over to him and placed my hand on top of his and began rubbing his cock, as he groped mine.

“Why don’t we get out of these clothes and have some fun before you friend shows up.” Seth said as he pulled his top off revealing his hairy chest.

I stopped rubbing his cloth covered cock long enough to shed all my clothing and drop to my knees in front of Seth, and began to pull his pants down his legs. His cock was fully hard at about 7″ his cock was skinny tuzla escort and had a slight down curve to it as I engulfed it in my mouth completely. I would pull off his cock and lick the length of the shaft down to his balls and swirl my tongue around the hairy balls before going back up and taking the shaft back in my mouth.

Seth moved down so we was both of the ground and maneuvered around so he could get at my cock as well. This guy knew how to suck a cock a cock his mouth felt like a velvet sleeve as he sucked me down in the bottom of his throat. I attacked his cock licking and sucking for all I was worth, As he was sucking me he started sliding one of his fingers in his mouth getting it wet and then slid it in my ass and began finger fucking my ass. He was getting me closer and closer to the edge as I released his cock from my mouth and moaned as I said,”I am gonna blow my load.” This fired up more and he inserted a second finger in my ass and swallowed my whole cock and was licking my balls with the tip of his tongue. I reached down and grabbed his head as I blew nut in his mouth. He kept nursing my cock until I let go of his head. He rolled over and sat against the desk opening his mouth showing my load pooled up in his mouth.

He then swallowed my load as he stroked his cock, “I just love the taste of sperm.” he said as I moved over and took his glistening cock back in my mouth. I licked around the head of his cock swirling it with my tongue as he let his hands slide through my hair. I would take him all the way to the balls letting his thin cock slide down and into my throat and pull back off it licking the precum from the tip of his cock before sliding back down on it. I was busy sucking his cock when I felt hands lifting my ass up so that I was on my hands and knees. I looked back to see Cedrick naked sporting an erection. I just smiled at him as I wiggled my ass and went back to sucking on Seth’s cock.

“There’s some lube in my desk drawer,” Seth told him. I was nervous about him fucking me, as I have never had a cock as big as his. Seth grabbed my head and pulled me down hard onto his cock. “Don’t worry, he will go easy on you the first time, like he did me.” Seth told me. I felt Cedrick’s apply some lube to my ass then slowly work one of his big fingers deep into my ass. I was moaning as Cedrick had soon worked 3 fingers up me loosing me up for his huge cock. Seth was guiding me as I bobbed up and down on his cock as I felt Cedrick pull the fingers from me and the unmistakable feel of the head of his cock at my hole. He pushed the head in and held it there as it sent little shocks of both pleasure and pain to me senses. Cedrick’s grabbed hold of my waist as he began pushing inch after inch of his fuck stick into me, he would stop after a few inches allowing me to get used to his cock and suck more of Seth’s cock. I soon felt Cedrick’s balls rest against mine, as he reached around and started stroking my cock.

“Your ass feels good,” he told me as he began sawing slowly in and out of me.

All I could do is moan sandwiched between the two cocks as they was both in a good rhythm now. Cedrick’s was jacking me off as his cock slid fully in and out pendik escort of me. His cock made me remember just how much I loved a good hot cock as he was fully sliding in and out of my ass now. Cedrick pulled me back and we both rose to our feet, pulling Seth’s cock from my mouth. I reached out with my tongue as his cock slipped from my mouth licking the head as I was brought to my feet. Cedrick pulled me back with him his cock still fully in me as he sat down on a couch, I took my cue and started bouncing up and down on his cock as Seth walked over and grabbed my head and slide his cock back in my mouth.

“I am going to cum soon he told me,” as he jacked off while I swirled my tongue all over his cock. Cedrick was rolling his hips as I bounced up and down on his cock riding him as he fucked me good and hard. Seth’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he began cumming. I locked my lips around the head of his cock as he shot his thick rope of cum into my mouth. I swallowed and swallowed as he continued to cum. I ran my hands thru his hairy chest as he continued to dump his load in my mouth, until I couldn’t swallow any more and it ran out my mouth and down my chin dripping on my sweaty chest. He finally stopped cumming as he looked down at me and smiled as he dropped to his knees and licked the excess cum from my face and chest. He then continued licking down my chest and to my cock and balls and then on down to Cedrick’s cock and balls. He would alternate from licking and sucking on Cedrick’s balls and cock as it slide in and out of my hole then back up to my cock. I blew my load all over Seth’s face as he was licking Cedrick’s ball sac as he pistoned in and out of me. Then I felt Cedrick dump his load in my ass. As I flexed my ass muscles milking his cock he pushed me off him and pulled Seth’s face down on him as he licked him completely clean. After Seth finished licking Cedrick’s cock clean he licked the cum from my ass, then got up gathering his clothes. Telling Cedrick to lock up when he was done and that he would see him next week.

After Seth left Cedrick told me that Seth had been sucking him and letting him fuck his ass for over a year. Cedrick went on to explain that a lot of the guys in the gym sucked his cock and let him fuck them thanks to Seth. So when He found out I was bi he figured he would share me with Seth. I had no complaints as I lowered my head and began sucking his cock as he told me story after story of his conquests at the gym. It wasn’t long before Cedrick blew a load down my throat and we got up to do our normal workout for the night. When I got home that evening it was much later than usual so I had to explain to my wife why I was so late. My wife and I have a very open relationship, she knows I am bi and as long as I tell her about my exigencies she doesn’t have any problems with it. She has very interested in my times with Cedrick and wanted me to try and set something up so she could join in and have Cedrick fuck the both of us. My wife is a knockout and I knew that Cedrick would love to fuck her. My wife Tammy is 6’2″ and has some long fiery red hair that falls just above her big tight ass. Her breast are a big and natural at a 34D and her nipples are huge about the size of those kindergarden pencil erasers. Her areolas are very dark and a nice contrast to her olive skin. What really sets her entire look off is her smoldering brown eyes. She is as wild as they come and is also bi. So our sex life as always been exciting to say the least. I could hardly wait until I was able to get Cedrick to fuck her with his huge cock.

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A couple of weeks ago I was driving north from a small vacation in Florida. While in Pennsylvania a little north of Harrisburg I saw an adult entertainment business with 6 cars parked in front. I’m a pretty old guy now so finding anyplace with some fun for me is unusual but I decided to take a break from the drive and check the place out.

When I got inside I found it was like most of these places, racks of magazines and movies catering to just about every option. Sex toys of all kinds and some booths showing videos. Unlike a lot of the stores though, this one had a movie room. I paid the fee and went into the room.

When I got there I found an unusual layout. There were 2 sections separated by a low wall. The first room had a gay video playing and at the time I got there there were 2 guys, one fucking the other who was bent over a bench in a gym. There was one man in the room watching the movie and he quickly covered his crotch with his hands as I walked in. The other side of the wall had 2 couches placed at right angles to each other forming an L shape. On one wall in front of one of the couches there was a TV showing a couple where the girl was sucking on the guy. On the wall in front of the other couch was a TV showing a couple of She-males with one fucking the other. There was 2 guys in this room one facing each TV. I sat on the couch facing the male female couple and settled down to watch.

As my eyes became more accustomed to the dim light in the room it was obvious that both of my neighbours were playing discreetly izmir escort with themselves. I started rubbing myself through my track pants as well and although watching the screen in front of me most of the time I could just turn my head a bit and see the other screen as well. All of us in the room were obviously enjoying themselves and I noticed the man on the couch beside me had unzipped his pants and taken his cock out to stroke it directly. The guy facing the females had also freed his cock and so I pulled the top of my track pants down and took out my own cock.

The 3 of us were all stroking when the door to the room opened and another man entered. We all covered up a bit and waited to see what was going to happen. The new guy went to the other side with the gay video playing and we all relaxed and resumed playing with ourselves. This went on for a few minutes and then on one of the times I turned to look at the she-males I realized the last guy to come in was standing beside the couch I was on and watching the couple video in front of us. He was, like the rest of us playing with his own cock at the same time.

The man sitting on the couch with me leaned over a bit and rubbed the outside of my left thigh. I didn’t make any move when he did this and apparently he took that as an ok because he reached over and touched my cock. I let go of it and he started stroking me. To give him more access I pulled my pants down a bit farther. He then pulled on them some more and I lifted kahramanmaraş escort my ass off the couch as he pulled my pants right down to my ankles.

Once he had my pants down he leaned over and started to suck my cock. He then slid off the couch and knelt between my knees while going down on me sucking and licking my cock. The guy who had been standing against the wall on my right side stepped up to the end of the couch where he had a perfect view of the blowjob I was receiving. I just relaxed back and let things go on as they were enjoying the sensations on my cock.

It didn’t take too long before I felt my balls tightening up and knew I was going to come soon. I told the sucker this and he just kept sucking and stroking me. I started to groan and then grunted as I started to cum in his mouth.

As my orgasm subsided I looked to my right and the man there was stroking his very hard cock about a foot from me. I opened my mouth and reached out to touch his cock. Taking the hint he leaned against the end of the couch and I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him off. He started stroking in and out of my mouth as the man who had sucked me continued rubbing my naked thighs and caressing my balls. I turned closer to the guy I was sucking and felt the other man now feeling my hip and the left side of my ass as it tilted a bit on the couch.

I rolled over farther and got on my knees on the couch while continuing to suck and felt my ass being manavgat escort stroked and then kissed by the guy who had sucked me. I then felt him working down the crack of my ass and then felt his tongue rimming me. I was trying to concentrate on the cock in my mouth but it was getting difficult to do that. The man standing there didn’t complain though and holding my head in both hands he continued to push gently in and out of my mouth while I sucked and licked his cock.

I then felt what I had been expecting as a finger entered my now wet ass and then was soon replaced by his cock. He pushed harder and as I relaxed he entered me and sank his entire cock into me. He wasn’t more than average size and soon I was getting into a nice rhythm with a cock in my mouth and other in my ass both using me for their pleasure. I rocked back and forth taking one after the other into me. The guy in my ass took hold of both hips and started fucking me harder and harder. He leaned over and told me he was close to climax and asking if I wanted him to pull out. Turning from the cock in my mouth I told him to blow wherever he wanted and then gobbled the cock in front of me again.

I felt the cock in my ass stiffen and then start to throb as he spurted a load of cum into me. A few seconds later the guy in my mouth also started to spurt and I started swallowing his cum as he blew his load into me. We all relaxed and started getting our clothes back into order.

I pulled up my pants while the other 2 got their cocks away and zipped up. On my way out of the store I stopped in the bathroom and squeezed some of the cum out of my ass then wiped myself dry. Even with that as I drove on over the next couple of hours I could feel my ass leaking some cum into my pants. All together it was a great way to finish off my vacation. If I’m ever back in the same area I’ll certainly drop in again and see what happens.

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My world has always been black. For as long as I could remember it was always a dark and scary place and it never got better. After the war between King Alucard and King Yasu I had no one left. Both my parents died during the fight. I was just a baby then… And that’s were things got worse. Half of the Chanture population fell, half of the Xolt population disappeared, humans ruled the planet and vampires were in hiding.

I lived in an orphanage for the longest time. I knew that place like it was the back of my hand. I remember that my room was thirty steps away from the stairs, that my roommate’s bed was ten steps away from mine. The window was two steps to the left from my bed and that I would just stand by it and listen to the sounds of the town.

I remember when *they* came for me. I remember the sounds of three people walking up the old stairs. I remember the door creaking as they pushed it open. I remember the smell of the smoke that woman carried. I remember their rough mean hands inspecting me. I remember their cold malicious voices *grading *me.

“He’s got fluffy hair,” the man said, “An’ it’s white.”

“Well, he’s different from all the other Chantures we’ve seen around. And he’s got amber eyes, looks like a real cat now don’t he?” The female said.

“He’s very smart, and his name is Jing. Jing, tell them how old you are.” The caretaker said. He was a nice old man who truly cared about the children he took in.

“I’m 15,” I said. I smiled and tried my hardest to look pleased.

“He’s actin’ like a real cat. Look at them ears; they’re twitchin’ to the sounds, Ma’am.” I really didn’t like the man’s voice, he sounded uneducated and boorish. Like the only things he knew how to do was drink and fight.

“Yes yes, dear, I see that. Hmm,” she trailed off. “He’s tall; he appears to be strong, good looking…Boy, how graceful are you?” I took a sharp breath. I was blind, how graceful could I be if I couldn’t see?

“Um…I don’t really know, ma’am.” I wrung my hands together.

“Well then show me!” She barked. I jumped and started to walk. Ten steps …one…two…three…four…five…six…stumbled…

I tripped over her foot. I wasn’t sure if it was there before hand or if she put it there but I tripped and fell flat on my face.

“What’s wrong with you?” She yelled, “Can’t you see my foot is there?”

I fought back the urge to cry and shook my head.

“No, Ma’am, I can’t see…”

For the first time in my life I was glad I couldn’t see because I knew that if I could I would have seen the two most wretched faces in Arcaina. Next thing I knew I was back at their tavern, but of course it couldn’t have been any normal tavern…

*

Because I couldn’t walk properly without studying the layout of the tavern I was told to sit in one place and greet customers. I was also told that I was too young to serve but just old enough to learn. So, for twelve hours a day I would sit on a silk cushion and greet who ever walked past me.

“Welcome to Flowers & Dance! I hope you enjoy your stay.” Generally I said that about three times every hour. For the rest of the time I sat there day dreaming about what it looked like inside the tavern. It was probably smoky, with a few candles here and there. I knew there was a stage somewhere in the back where group Dancers went. Orgies weren’t unheard of but they weren’t very popular and so they cost extra.

Occasionally one of the female Dancers would stop by and give me something to drink or eat.

Sometimes they would brush my hair or decorate it, and they would even sometimes give me a back rub. All the while they would talk to me and tell me how they’re day was going. If a customer came by we would both say the greeting. Sometimes the patron would want the Dancer and sometimes he’d ask for another but it was during those times I felt the calmest. The Dancers were becoming my friends.

At the end of each night a Dancer would help me up the stairs to my room, which I shared with three other male Dancers, and I would eat my supper. If I was lucky one of my roommates were gone, still with a patron. It was hard enough sitting all day, but then I would have to sleep so that I wasn’t tired the next day. It was hard to sleep, though, when people are crying. I didn’t understand why they were crying, and I never asked because at the time everything seemed okay to me. There was nothing wrong, I was treated with care and my job was easy. I just thought that they were being weak.

*

By the time I turned eighteen I had learnt how to play an enormous variety of instruments, and I could sing perfectly. This allowed me to do more than just sit by the door and greet people. I could make music! I really enjoyed that and I had a ton of patrons who liked it as well. After each song I got applause and cat calls. It made me feel special and proud.

One day a Dancer named Lily pulled me out of my room and into the dressing room. It smelt clean in there and I took a deep breath. gümüşhane escort She laughed as said that all the Dancers did that because it was so fresh and clean. Lily had been one of the Dancers who always made time in her day to talk with me. We became close. I really appreciated her time with me.

Lily helped me into new clothes, it felt really revealing. It felt like an oversized robe with a thick belt that covered half of my body. The sleeves of the robe kept falling off my shoulders and Lily said that it was supposed to do that. When I told her I didn’t like it she said that she didn’t either but it had to be worn like that.

My hair had grown past my shoulders and Lily started to braid it. Because I was working in the tavern as a Dancer I still had to grow my hair out. It was taboo for a Dancer to cut their hair. She twisted it and pinned it to the top of my head with a decorative hair clip. I could tell because my head was heavy.

“Jing,” she said, her voice was soft. “Tonight you’ll be singing again but this time it will be different, okay?”

“How will it be different?” I asked. I closed my eyes as she put some makeup on me. I didn’t really know or care what kind.

“Tonight, if a patron wants to bed you Ma’am will let him.” I stopped breathing. She patted my shoulder and rubbed my back. “I know, Jing, I know.”

“…Lily,” I could barely speak. My throat was dry and I couldn’t breathe. “I’m a virgin.”

“I know Jing,” she whispered. She was crying and her voice was quivering. “I know and that’s why I get to stay with you. You’re first patron will have to pay extra and he’ll have to tolerate my presence in the room. I’ll be your guide tonight, okay? You’ll just have to trust me. While you’re singing tonight I’ll be by your side dancing. It’ll just be you and me, okay sweetie?”

I nodded because there was nothing left to say. I couldn’t say no, I was afraid to say no.

After Lily finished dressing me she finished dressing herself. We walked side by side to the stage that I used to feel so comfortable singing on. I took a deep breath, plucked the strings on the instrument, and let loose.

My song was more sad than usual, but the crowed ate it. They loved it, and they loved Lily. I could hear the jingle of her beads, and the ringing of the bells in her hair. I knew she was a wonderful dancer, and I knew that together we made an unforgettable pair.

As soon as my song came to the unavoidable end Ma’am’s voice filled the air. Cold, dark and husky, she had been drinking and smoking; probably with the Patrons, or trying to earn more cash. They started to bid on us. The highest we got was well over a thousand gold. The whole time I kept fighting back my tears. I didn’t want to know what would happen if I cried in front of the crowed.

Our night was bought.

Lily took my hand and then the hand of our patron and we walked to the back rooms. The room we went to smelt husky and foul to my nose. Almost sour…It was the smell of sex and I learnt that later in life.

I felt a hand brush against my butt and I jumped away from it. I heard a deep chuckle and I closed my eyes. The patron was male…If I was lucky he would be kind to me…

“What’s wrong with him?” He asked Lily. At least his voice sounded kind…

“Jing is a virgin, Sir. I am here today to help him through the process.” I could almost hear the forced smile. I knew she would rather be in my place, and she knew at one point during his time with us she would be.

“Ah, so tonight is kind of like a Rite of Passage for you, huh?” he asked. He had taken his hand off my butt and put it on my shoulder instead.

I nodded, still too scared to speak.

“I see, I’ll treat you as kindly as I can, okay?” he said. He wrapped his arms around my waist and gave me a kiss. The man was taller than me, but that wasn’t saying much considering I was short.

His kiss went from sweet and tender to hungry. His tongue forced its way into my mouth. I didn’t know what to do. At first I tried to pull my head away, but Lily whispered to me to stick my tongue in his mouth. So I did.

The man was very happy about that and started to suck on my muscle. I felt my knees buckle and we fell onto the bed. The patron laughed a little as he fell on top of me. I felt his dick on my stomach and I shivered. He started to kiss me again, but his kisses travelled from my mouth, to my cheek, to my ear. He started to nibble on my ear lobe and whisper sweet nothings into it. His hands travelled across my body and then under the robe. He found my nipple and rubbed it. I moaned.

“Did that feel good?” he asked, doing it again.

“Do you want me to do more?”

“It’s okay if you do, Jing.” Lily’s words seemed to escape the patron, but I heard them. So I nodded. The man pushed the robe off my shoulders completely. I felt him move and the next thing I knew his mouth was latched over my nipple. I covered my mouth with hatay escort my hand and tried to stay quiet.

“If it feels good Jing, tell him. He needs to know to make it better.”

“Mmm…” I moaned. I could feel myself getting harder.

“That’s it Jing, he’s doing good isn’t he?” She said. Something was different about the way she was talking. It was…sultrier. I wanted to know what was going on with her but I couldn’t see. I couldn’t tell what she was doing.

I felt his hands undo my belt and pull it off. I felt his warm hands push the robe open and I felt his hand explore my body.

“Haah….Mmm…” I moaned loudly. It felt so good, and at the same time I felt so embarrassed.

“That’s right…”Lily huffed, “You keep doing what you’re doing Jing.”

“W-what are you doing L-Lily?” I asked. My voice was shaking. The Patrons body was moving down my own. He kissed his way down to my pelvis and kissed around it.

“You wanna know what your friend is doing, little one?” He asked. I nodded my head. “She’s touching herself. She’s watching us and touching herself…She’s naughty isn’t she? Her wet little pussy and her fingers…” He kissed the tip of my penis. “Does that make you hot?”

I was too busy trying to focus on not exploding.

That night went by too fast. I remembered Lily’s moaning as she climaxed. I remember how much it hurt for him to be inside me at first. I remembered how good it felt later. I remember how well he treated me. And that was my problem.

That patron was too nice. He was abnormal. Men like him rarely came to the tavern, and if they did it was because they left their wife in the middle of the night to get something different.

That’s what he did. His wife found out and she came to the tavern and slapped me. She said that I was just a whore and that what he did to me that night was nothing. She slapped me over and over again. No one came to stop her, not even Lily.

All my patrons after him were horrible people. They were mean, rough, and they liked to hurt me. One time I passed out while a patron was fucking me because he was choking me while he did it.

When I came to, he was still inside me.

It was after that night I started to cry.

*

Being blind was what caused me so much pain in the first place and it never helped. Sometimes the tavern would give Dancers time to go outside, but since I couldn’t see I was never allowed out.

I always had to have another Dancer watching over me and they were never happy to do so. Ma’am always feared that I would fuck a female Dancer so she never let me stay with the girls. By this point I was twenty and I knew I liked men. Having sex with women was not really what I wanted, but of course Ma’am wouldn’t listen to me.

When Lily found out that I liked men she became sad. She told me that she had really liked me. When Ma’am found out Lily was sold. I never heard her sweet voice again.

A week after she left, the Dancers were allowed to go out for a while. I was stuck inside the tavern, in my room, with another male Dancer. He was pissed because it was the second time he couldn’t go out because of me. I just started to bawl. He was calling me names and yelling, telling me to shut up and that I was worthless. That made me cry even harder. He got fed up with me and started to beat me.

After the first five punches I couldn’t feel anything anymore. I was laying on the ground numb, tears silently falling down my face. I blacked out for a while, and when I woke up I still couldn’t feel anything. I was happy.

Perhaps I had died, that would mean I would never have to sell my body to another person ever again. But if that were the case, I wouldn’t have heard her voice.

“You fucking whore!” It was Ma’am. She was yelling at someone again. “You asked him to fuck you? Who do you think you are? You deserved the beating, you slut!” Tears fell again…She was yelling at me. My fellow Dancer, a being who knew what it was like to live there, had said I asked for it.

It took me two months to heal.

*

Physically I was healed but mentally I was not. I stopped talking to people. I stopped fighting. When a patron started to get a little rough with me I just took it. I no longer care about anything. Occasionally at night a roommate would sneak into my bed and have his way with me, whispering what a dirty slut I was. I never tried to stop it, but I never wanted it. I just knew that no matter how hard I tried to get away they could always catch me. I knew that I couldn’t tell anyone because they would say that somehow I deserved what I got. I knew that somehow it was my fault. So I took it. Soon, I didn’t really think anymore. Life was all about pattern, wake up, eat, get ready for work, sing, get fucked, get ready for bed, get raped, try to sleep, repeat. Once I turned twenty one I was broken, just a shell of what was ‘Jing’. I wanted to end it all…I just wanted to die.

It ısparta escort only took seven years for them to break me and once they succeeded nothing mattered anymore. I had stopped eating. So they forced me to eat. I had stopped bathing. So they pushed me into the tub. I had stopped drinking. So they dunked my head in buckets of water. That was my new life. I was a living doll.

*

I was no longer fit to have sex. I was deathly skinny, and according to Ma’am I was a walking skeleton and no one wanted to fuck bones. I was back to doing what I thought I loved; singing. But even singing had lost its luster. And I knew that men didn’t care what they fucked as long as it had a hole because I was still being raped. I had lost the will the cry because of it.

I don’t know why he came to the tavern. I don’t know how he found it, but he did.

I was singing in the corner when I heard his boots stop right in front of me. He smelt different and yet familiar.

“How much for a night with you?” he asked. His voice was low, gravelly, and yet it was soothing.

“I’m not worthy of your time, Sir.” I insisted. I could smell Ma’am walking towards us; her smoking habit had gotten worse over the years.

“Oh, fair sir! Welcome to Flowers & Dance! How may I help you this fine evening?” She called. I heard the man shift.

“How much for a night with this young man?” He asked. He was still trying to sleep with me and it made me wonder, for the first time in a long time, why me? He sounded kind, too kind. He reminded me so much of the night I had lost my virginity. I didn’t want to go through it again…It was too much.

“Oh, you don’t want him! He’s all skin and bones, but if you want another Chanture we have others whole can fulfill your needs.”

“No, I’d like him, please.” At this point I was curious. I wanted to know what he looked like, I wanted to know why he wanted me, I wanted to wait and see what would happen, and yet I wanted him to ignore me and move on. He was kind…He was just too kind.

Ma’am sighed and agreed to let him have me for the night. She gave me to him for cheap because I was “broken”. Ma’am led the patron and me to a back room. This one smelt clean for once, so it must have been sometime around noon. No one really showed up at noon for a fuck.

Before the door was shut he asked for a plate of food, he didn’t really care what kind of food as long as it was delicious. Ma’am said sure and shut the door. I was undressing and laying on the bed by the time he finally shuffled. I was on my stomach with my hands opening me up for him.

“What are you doing?” He asked. I heard a chair move and I assumed he sat on it. My first thought was that he wanted a show. So I dipped my fingers inside of me and started to pump.

“You wanted this, right?” I asked with my face in the mattress.

“I never asked you to do anything. Why don’t you stop that and talk to me for a bit?” I bit my lip. He wanted to talk? I was certain that he didn’t know what the tavern was actually for.

“You do know where you are, right?” I asked. My tone was snarky, and with any other patron my ass would had been beaten blue. He made no motion to get to me.

“Flowers & Dance the brothel if I’m not mistaken.” I heard a smile in his voice.

“If you don’t want to fuck me why are you here?” I asked.

“Why does it matter?” He answered my question with one of his own. But it was a good question, why did it matter? I was still making money anyways and it was a good thing that I was finally not being fucked inside out. So why did it matter so much that a stranger wanted to talk to me? It was probably because it was the most *normal* thing anyone has done with me in over four years.

“You know what, Stranger, I don’t really know. But if Ma’am finds out you’re not using me, I’ll be taking the blame. So what are we doing?”

“Are you blind?”

My ears twitched. It wasn’t hard to tell that I was blind. I fumbled when I walked, even then, because Ma’am never let me study the layout. I was never told where things were and I never cared to try and learn. But I stumbled when I walked, my tail moved fiercely when I was in a new room. I jumped when I heard loud noises, all because I couldn’t see what was going on. My world was always black.

“Yeah I am. Do you have a problem with it?”

“No I don’t. I just figured if you were able to see you’d know that I’m not like most creatures on this planet. Your boss was giving me funny looks anyway.” He sounded like he shrugged off my snarkiness with ease.

There was a knock at the door. I heard more shuffling, the door opening and then shutting. He walked back to his table and set whatever food he had down.

“Come here and eat, cat.” He ordered.

“I don’t know where the table is…” I mumbled.

“Also my name is Jing!”

“Alright then…Jing let me help you.” I felt his hand tap mine and I took it for support. He gently held my hand and guided me to the table. He didn’t pull me, or force me in any way. He just showed me the way. I was able to count fifteen steps.

“Thanks…”I said, sitting in the comfy chair naked.

“My name is Xe’Hul,” he said. I could hear a smile in his deep voice. It was an odd name and I’ve never heard of it before. I was even more curious about this man. “Open up, Jing.”

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When I was in my late 20’s, I worked at an office that had an on-sight gym. It wasn’t fancy, but it was cheap, and being right there, kept me from making the usual excuses not to go. I’d come to work 90 minutes early, work out, shower and be ready for the day. I was in great shape back then — 28 inch waist, 8 percent BMI. My abs were starting to show the results of daily crunches.

I was always the first one in, and the first one to the showers. They were three walls of square, with nozzles every five feet, with an open front. There was zero privacy. I preferred showering alone because the rush after a workout tended to get me hard, and I didn’t want anyone in there to get the wrong impression (even though it was the right impression).

There was one guy who would arrive about 20 minutes after I started my workout. I should really say “man.” His name was George, and he was an executive in another department. He was late 40’s, maybe early 50’s, with black hair starting to show some steel on the sides. I could tell he was built, even through the loose t-shirts he wore. His tight bike pants showed off powerful legs and a nice package. I avoided looking at him too much for fear I’d get a hardon I couldn’t hide. Sometimes, though, I’d swear he was looking at me.

After about two weeks of these silent workouts, I hit the shower as usual. I had just gotten the water warm when George walked in and turned on the nozzle directly across from me. I couldn’t help it, I took a quick peek. I was right about him being built. His chest was solid and muscular, without being too “body builder.” His abs, too, were tight, but not overly developed. He was simply a manly man. His soft cock was about 4 inches, and fat. I imagined it grew impressively.

I had closed my eyes as I rinsed off the shampoo. When I opened them, George was staring directly at me. I said a polite good morning, which he didn’t return. He continued staring, then threw a washcloth at me. It hit my chest and fell to the floor. “Wash your ass,” he said.

“Excuse me?” I stammered.

“I said, ‘Wash your ass.'”

I just looked at him, dumbfounded.

“I don’t fuck a dirty ass.” Intrigued, nervous, and turned on, I bent down to pick up the washcloth. My cock started to stiffen as I lathered up the cloth and worked it back between my cheeks. I rinsed off the soap and turned around to face him. “Now wash my cock.” I walked over to him, cloth in hand. I reached toward his cock and he slapped the cloth out of my hands. “Not zonguldak escort with the cloth, boy.” I looked at him, not quite getting it. He put a hand on my shoulder and started pushing down.

I got on my knees and started to bath his soft cock with my tongue. As I suspected, it grew to a fat 8″, his sleek head slightly smaller than the shaft. My own cock was rock hard as I licked his, dipping down to suck on his balls while working the shaft with my hand. After a couple of minutes, George grabbed me by the hair and raised my head up. He held his cock straight out. “Open.” He snarled. I opened my mouth as he pulled me closer by the hair, his meat forcing its way in. He didn’t give me time to adjust and I started to gag. He pulled out quickly and turned my head up to look at him. “Do it right, boy.” He pushed his dick back into my throat and held it there a moment, allowing me to relax and accommodate him. Still holding me by the hair, he pulled me down on his cock and pushed me off. He wasn’t fucking my face so much as using my mouth to masturbate with.

He used me like that for about five minutes. The hard tile floor made my knees hurt, and I was afraid that someone would walk in and see what George was doing to me, but I was turned on like never before, my own hard cock dripping precum and swaying each time George moved my head.

George pulled me off his cock and tugged upward on my hair. I stood and he turned me to face the wall, pulling back on my hips. He squatted behind me and spread my cheeks, spitting into my puckered hole. He stood and spit into his hand, using it to lube himself. He took my ass like he had taken my mouth — no fingers or tongue to loosen me up, just his slick meat pushing all the way in without stopping. I gasped from the pain, but gradually loosened up as George began to work his 8 inches in and out my chute. I reached down to jack my cock, but he slapped my hand away. “This isn’t about you,” he hissed in my ear. “You cum when I say you cum.” His thrust grew harder and faster, banging against my prostate, making every nerve in my ass sing. I wanted desperately to cum, his raw fucking of me kept me right on the edge. If I could just touch my cock, even a little, I knew it would erupt. I started to reach for it again. George drove hard into me, pushing me up against the tile wall. “What did I tell you, boy?” He demanded.

“Not to…not to cum until you…” I stammered.

“Until I what?” fethiye escort He ground his cock even deeper.

“Until you say so.”

“Until I say so what?” He began hammering my ass with short strokes.

“Sir! Until you say so, sir!” I barked, wild with lust. “Until you say so, sir!”

He eased up, pulling his cock out of me as he let me back from the wall. My hole was gaping, my legs trembling. George let me catch my breath for about20 seconds, then pulled my hips back and drove into me again. He fucked me with long strokes, sometimes pulling all the way out only to stab back in. I could hear his breathing quicken, and his thrusts got faster, more frenzied. He grunted in my ear as his hot spunk splashed my insides, his member swelling with each jet of cream. He pulled out of me, rinsed his cock in the shower spray and walked out. I stood there, his cum dripping out of my ass and down my legs. I scooped up a gob of it and lubed my cock. Just a few short strokes and I sprayed wildly, painting the tiles with my jizz.

George fucked me in the shower every day for a week, never touching me except to push and pull me to whatever position gave him the most pleasure, always walking away as soon as he’d cum. I’d stroke one out as soon as he’d gone. My ass throbbed the rest of the day, my cock stiffening at the memory of each morning. If George saw me in the hallways or in an elevator, he wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence.

My boss called me in one afternoon. I was being assigned work on a team project with George’s office. I was introduced to Pete, one of George’s staff. Pete was a year or two older than me and several grades higher. He was handsome and friendly, with short brown hair and amazing blue eyes that seemed to be looking me over. After the meeting, Pete asked me to lunch at the cafeteria.

We sat down, and he gave me the once over again, half smiling. “You must be George’s new boy,” he said.

“What?” I started to blush, and my cock started to stiffen.

“You’re just his type,” Pete said. “How’s the old pucker? I bet you can still feel him in there.”

“I don’t know what you’re…” I started to say but Pete cut me off.

“He throws a mean fuck, doesn’t he? I don’t think I could walk after the first time.”

My cock was fully hard. I was glad the table was hiding it from view.

“Has he let you cum, yet?” Pete asked. I told him no, but that I had been finishing myself off once alanya escort George would leave. Pete laughed. I relaxed, knowing that Pete had been exactly where I was. Maybe he still was.

Another week passed with George fucking me raw every morning, then ignoring me the rest of the day. The following Monday, Pete called me and told me to meet him in George’s office.

I went in and, without even looking at me, George told me to close the door. Pete sat across from George’s desk. I went to sit in the open chair next him.

“Who told you to sit?” George barked. Startled, I stood back up. George stayed silent for a minute or so, leaving me standing, not looking at me.

I couldn’t take the silence. “Is there something that I…” George cut me off.

“Who told you to talk?!”

I stood there wondering what the hell was going on. George leaned back in his chair.

“Have I told you that you could cum, boy?” he demanded.

“No.”

“No what?”

“No sir.”

“But you seem to think it’s alright.”

“But I…I haven’t…” I started to lie. George looked over at Pete.

“Has he or hasn’t he?” George asked. Pete replied that I had been jerking off as soon as George would leave. That son of a bitch! I couldn’t believe he’d rat me out.

“How many times, boy?”

I struggled to speak. “Um…”

“Twenty one times, sir,” Pete answered. The bastard.

George stood and pushed his chair back. “Come here, boy.” I went to his side of the desk. He placed me facing Pete across the desk and stood behind me. “Drop them,” he said. I hesitated and he tugged my pants and shorts down to my ankles and pushed me down on the desk, my naked ass exposed. Pete grabbed my hands and pulled me tight. George smacked my ass hard with his open hand. I gasped.

“Count ’em off,” George commanded, as he smacked me again.

“Two!” I said, trying not to yell.

“You skipped one, boy. Start again.” George whacked me again.

“One!” I counted through all twenty-one blows, my hard cock rubbing against George’s desk as he punished me. My ass was stinging and tingling in a way it never had before. When he finished he stepped away and Pete let go of my hands. I started to get up, but thought better of it. I had not been given permission.

George noticed. “That’s good, boy. You’re starting to learn.” He started to stroke my reddened ass. “You do what I say, and only when I say it. You belong to me now. ” He walked around the desk and told Pete to stand up. Pete said, “Yes, sir!” and stood immediately. I could see a bulge in his trousers.

“Pete,” George said, “You’ve been a very good boy. Do what you want with him.” George sat on the corner of the desk as Pete came around behind me, lubed up with his spit and sank his cock into my ass with one push, fucking me just the way George had taught him.

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