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After applying the moisturizing lotion,we got onto the bed laying on our backs. We both started lightly touching our own body’s. My cock, balls and chest felt so good that I started to get a hard-on. Fred, was making these kinda mewing,murmuring sounds. I glanced over at him and saw his tiny three inch cock standing up like a flag pole.

We lay on our backs gently fondling each others cocks. His balls and hard three inch cock filled my hand. My cock was tumescent and oozing a little pre-cum.

“Turn over on your right side, Fred.”

I turned also and nuzzled my cock into his ass crack. Reaching around him I started to lightly and slowly run my finger tips over and around his chest. He moaned softly and arched his back when my fingers found his nipples and pinched them.

“Harder,” Fred moaned, and cried out in exultation. “Oh my god!”

I twisted the nipples until Fred was panting and whimpering, and then let go.

I pushed a finger into Fred’s mouth, then slipped the same hand down and squeezed his smooth ass. My wet finger strayed to the velvety, puckered little hole and ran small circles around it’s edge. Fred drew in a ragged breath and pressed himself closer, his hips thrusting back and forth erratically.

“Do it,” Fred begged akşehir escort softly, as I nibbled his neck and ear. “Please…”

I pressed my finger gently into Fred’s opening. Fred inhaled sharply in shock as I breached the ring of muscle, and pushed all the way up to my last knuckle.

“Oh my god!” Fred moaned. “Please, no, stop. It feels like I wanna cum!

Lets wait a minute and relax.”

“I think maybe some lube might be useful right about now. I said.”

I took the bottle of astroglide and squirted about an ounce into my hand. I smeared it inside his ass cheeks and into his slightly loosened asshole. Squirting some more onto my fingers I quickly shove two fingers this time into his virgin ass, clear up to the last knuckles.

“Ah!,Mack. Don’t do anything, don’t move even a little, Fred said. I’ll cum if you even wiggle those fingers.”

Both of us relaxed and caught our breath. Our hard-on’s started to wilt. After a couple of minutes Fred started moving back and forth into my fingers.

“Take your fingers out, Mack. Lets see how hard you are, I think I’m ready to be fucked.”

Fred reached back and grabbed a hold of my shrunken cock..

” Oh, shit Mack. It doesn’t feel like you want any of my hot virgin ass.”

I wanted to laugh. “well I akyazı escort think you should do something about the situation” I said.

Fred turned over, scooted down the bed and took my whole cock into his mouth. While fondling my balls, he started a sucking swallowing sequence of motions that quickly hardened my cock to peek perfection.

“Fred turn over on your side and bend your knees.” I starting kissing the back of his neck, and I felt shivers of delight, what’s going to happen is so sexy. I pulled him back against my hot skin. I reached around and grasp his erection pressing myself against his butt cheeks. I started stroking his cock, it felt good, with my hand on his pre-cum slicked and drooling mushroom head.

“Now, Mack, I think I’m ready” Fred said.

Fred got on all fours, and I felt a surge of lust and emotion swirl through my head as his voice urged, “Yes, do it, yeah, you want it, you know you do.” “Spread ’em,” he grunted, “open them wide for your cock, baby. I’m ready?”

I feel the cool touch of lube on his ass crack, my fingers rubbing his rosebud, damn, damn, am I really doing this, Ooh, that feels, so good. I then rubbed my cock up and down his slit, over and over, teasing him and exciting me. I shivered each time I brushed against his hole and he started pushing alaşehir escort back with his ass. His body telling me yes, yes, YES, and then he started whispering “Take it, take it.” With my cock head I slowly start entering his virgin hole. “Relax let me fuck you, it’ll feel so good. Take it like the gurley man you wannabe,” I said.

I slowly went in and out of his tight, grasping ass. “More!”, Fred pleaded. My cock slammed into his slick opening over and over, almost teasingly brushing his prostate with each thrust. He had to brace himself against the headboard to stop himself from slamming into it. The springs in the bed squeaked in a rhythmic protest, matching every one of my plunges. Suddenly Fred was crying out wordlessly with each thrust. I had found the sweet spot.

“I’m cumming, Mack, oh fuck!”

Fred bucked his hips and his semen pulsed into the sheets under his stomach.

I shot my load at the same time with a satisfied growl.

“Fuck, man…”,I said. I tried to relax and then gently pulled myself out and kissed the back of Fred’s neck.

I flipped onto my back and pulled Fred, who was panting and sweating, down on top of me.

“One more time,” he pled in between breaths.

Fred rolled off and laid back on the bed to cool off. Then he pressed himself into the curve of my body, and I idly ran my fingers up and down his back and smooth ass.

“Oh, Mack that was fantastic. I so enjoyed our first time. I wanted it, I wanted you inside me taking my body, giving us both pleasure. I hope next time I can relax more. I hope you enjoyed it too.”

to be continued.

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I couldn’t believe I was finally getting away from the watchful eye of Uncle Sam. My four years spent in the marines taught me so much but not much about my sexuality where men were concerned. I was stationed in a Navy/Marine Corp battalion where I was conditioned to be a bad ass marine and not a cock sucking fag. Dont get me wrong, when we lived in an open squad bay and had to take showers I more than admired all those gorgeous swinging cocks and beautiful asses of my fellow comrades. Most were concerned about going out and getting pussy where I was more concerned about getting fucked up the ass or sucking a hard cock to completion. I almost had a chance with this one navy guy but things didn’t turn out as either of us planned so I ended up having a couple of one night stands with a female marine to hide my true self. This leads me back to me finally getting out of the military at the ripe age of 22. Since I was discharged from Camp Pendleton I decided to move to San Diego since the climate there was perfect almost all year round.

I had been living in the Hillcrest area not aware that this was considered the main hub of the gay lifestyle. I didn’t really consider myself gay but bi curious more than anything else. However, I was much more interested in guys than women. Now I was on a mission to find a guy to have some fun with since my first time in 1977. I had seen a bar not too far from my place and decided to check it out this upcoming weekend.

Finally it was Friday and the weather was perfect. As the military put it, I shit, showered and shaved and even cleaned myself out in case if I met some guy who I thought was worthy enough to bed me. I’m not trying to be self centered but upon discharge I was in the best shape of my life. I was considered a fairly handsome guy by the peers that I worked with. At the time I was 5’11”, 180 lbs of firm muscles with a tight six pack, black slicked back hair, brown eyes and what most women considered a killer smile. I dressed very casually and dabbled on a little cologne before heading out the door. The bar was only about a five minute walk and I could hear the music thumping before opening the door. As I entered the club I noticed it wasn’t as smoky and loud as other bars I’d been to when I was in the service. There were a few empty seats up next to the bartender so I walked over and had a seat. Before I sat down I noticed a couple of guys checking me out. I ordered a heineken as I told the bartender to set me up a tab for the night. The music was blaring loudly and I glanced towards the dance floor. There were more guys dancing than women and the women that were dancing were very beautiful. When I turned back towards my drink I noticed the bartender was setting another drink in front of me.

“I didn’t order another drink,” I said.

“This is compliments from the gentleman at the end of the bar,” he replied. I turned towards the end of the bar and there sat a very good looking older gentleman who I guessed to be late 50’s to early 60’s. He urged me to come over with a nod of his head. I didn’t want to be rude so I grabbed both drinks and headed over.

“Thanks,” I said as I extended my hand towards him, “I’m Lee.” He took my hand and shook it firmly.

“Nice to meet you Lee,” he said, “I’m Lance. I’ve never seen you in here.”

“I just recently moved to the area after being discharged from the military.”

“Were you in the Navy,” he asked?

“No, I was in the Marines,” I responded.

“Oh my,” he stated, “The few, the proud and the sexy.” I couldn’t help but laugh at his comment.

“That’s original. I’ve never heard the marines referred as that before.” He then reached over and placed his right hand on top of my left hand and gave it a little squeeze.

“You want to get out of here Lee,” he asked, “I’ve got Heineken back at my place and the seats are much more comfortable.”. He smiled at me then leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “I just want to make you feel really good.” This is what I was hoping for tonight I just didn’t think it would happen so quickly. He was very good looking with a touch of gray in his hair and appeared to be in excellent shape. I was more than ready for this.

“Lets do it,” I said feeling really nervous since it had been six years that I’ve been with a guy. I had a really good feeling about Lance though. He talked very smoothly and had an aura of confidence about himself. He paid both our tabs and we headed out of the bar.

“I just live a few houses down,” he said as he put his hand around my shoulder and I put my hand around his waist. We were soon at his place and he unlocked the door. His place was set up really nice. I could tell this guy had money by the art that hung from his wall and the furniture. It had a slight feminine touch to the decor. Plants were scattered around the living room and surrounded the fireplace.

“Have a seat Lee,” he said, “and that was a heineken you were drinking, right?”

“Yes, it is Lance,” I replied.

“Can I get you anything else,” uydukent escort he asked.

“No thanks,” I said, “A beer would be fine.” I heard him using the beer opener to pop the caps off. He had two beers in one hand and two coasters in the other. He placed the beers on the coffee table as he smiled at me.

“Excuse me Lee,” he said, “I’ll be right back, I just need to get changed. In the meantime make yourself comfortable.”

“Sure, do you mind if I turn on some tunes?”

“Go for it,” he said. He then walked into his bedroom as I walked over to the stereo. I’m a big lover of jazz music that I listen to when I go to sleep and put it on. I put the volume on low to set the mood when he came back in. I walked back over to the sofa and took off my shoes placing them neatly next to the table. I took a small swig of my beer and sat with one leg under my other thigh. I relaxed putting my head back on the sofa, closing my eyes while I listened to the sounds of David Sanborn filling the room.

“You’re not falling asleep are you,” Lance said as he came back in. I opened my eyes to see him in a red robe lined with gold along the edges as he approached the sofa. As he sat down he was very close to me as I had my arm across the back of the sofa.

“I love your choice of music Lee,” he said as he took a swig of beer.

“I listen to this station all the time. It helps me relax after a long day of work. Well that and an occasional joint.”.

“I smoke every once in a while,” he said, “But i would rather be present and clear minded with you.” He then reached over and ran his hand over my thigh as I reached over and ran my fingers through his hair. Lance then leaned closer to me as he softly kissed me. His breath smelled fresh of toothpaste and beer. He pulled me closer to him as I ran my nails across his the back of his neck as our lips parted. We slowly swirled our tongues around each other as we kissed each other with more passion. I kissed him like a man starving. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and let him suck on it like a tiny cock. Fuck did he know how to kiss. As we kissed I ran my left hand along his robe until I reached where he knotted the tie. I slowly untied it as I parted his robe and ran my hand over his hairy chest. It felt so sexy running my fingers through his silky chest hair and he moaned into my mouth as my fingers made contact with his nipples. He slowly kissed his way to my neck which illicited a huge moan from me. He nibbled, kissed and licked my neck as he worked his way up to my earlobe as he sensuously sucked it into his mouth. His breathing was so hot and heavy as he stuck his tongue in my ear as I pulled his head tighter to me.

“Let’s go to bed,” Lance whispered to me, “I want you so much.” He pulled away from me as he smiled and grabbed my hands as he pulled me up from the couch. His robe was completely open and I caught my first glimpse of his beautiful hard cock. He was about six and a half inches and so wonderfully thick. I clenched my asshole knowing I would have that phallic wonder deep inside of me fucking my brains out. To me, I’ve always thought that anal sex was the ultimate way to prove to a man how much you love them. To feel that initial penetration when you take your lover inside of you makes my body shiver all over. Anyway as soon as I stood up we fell into each others arms as we kissed again. I lifted up the back of his robe and grabbed his hairy ass cheeks in each hand. I pulled him tightly against me as we ground our crotches together. Lance ran his hands up and down my back as we both moaned. He then broke the kiss as he interlocked his fingers with mine as he lead me to his bedroom. As we entered his bedroom I noticed that candles were lit through out the room. He lead me besides the bed as he reached for my shirt and slowly undid the buttons as he stared at me. As soon as my shirt was open he ran the palms of his hand along my chest and over my nipples. I threw my head back as shocks of electricity shot through my body.

“Oh Lance, that feels so good,” I whispered. I could feel him move closer as he slowly removed my shirt pushing it back until it slid off my arms onto the floor. With my head thrown back he slowly kissed my neck and started to suck on me. As I started to reach up to grab the back of his head he stopped me and held my hands down at my side as he finished sucking one side of my neck while moving to the other side giving it the same treatment. He let go of my hands and I reached between us and grabbed his fat juicy cock. I could feel his precum leaking as it ran down my fingers. I pulled my hand up and as I stared at him as he licked my fingers clean. His precum tasted like liquid gold if it had that wonderful taste. He then grabbed my shoulders and threw me onto the bed. I stared at his cock and it looked red and angry. I wanted his cock in me so bad. He reached down and grabbed my pants as he took them off tossing them to the side. My cock was bursting to get out of my underwear. Lance bent over zeytinburnu escort and kissed my cock through my underwear. He nibbled and licked the length of my cock. I was propped up on my elbows watching him as he stared up at me and smiled. I’m not blessed in the cock department like most men but the lust in his eyes told me he was happy with what I had. He slowly started to peel my underwear down and my cock head came into view. I couldn’t believe how much I was leaking precum. Usually when I’m hard my cock head is still sheathed by my foreskin but this time my cock was harder than its ever been and my foreskin was pulled taut and throbbing. Lance pulled my underwear off as he held them up to his nose and sniffed them. As he tossed them aside he grabbed my cock and slowly squeezed my cock from the base up to the head. He licked up my precum and let out an audible moan of approval. He then took my cock into his mouth and began slowly sucking it. I threw my head back in utter satisfaction.

“Oh, fuck yeah, suck my dick Lance, suck it good lover,” I said. Lance was able to suck my entire cock down his throat causing me to moan out loud as I collapsed on the bed as I grabbed a handful of the sheets. I thrust my hips off the bed as Lance repeatedly deep throated my cock. His lips felt so good as he bobbed up and down taking me all the way in each time. Lance then swung his hips around and I was face to face with his gorgeous cock. His precum was leaking onto my face as I scooped it up and tasted it. It really had no taste to it but I loved the silky texture of it. I nudged Lance so we were on our sides as I slowly stroked his cock. The head was fat and tapered down to his thick shaft and was much fatter about halfway down as it narrowed slightly towards the base. It had been awhile since I last sucked a cock but I wanted to taste his thick cock. I kissed around the head of his cock as I drug my lips slowly around his thick head. I flicked my tongue over the head as Lance let out a huge moan. He took my cock out of his mouth.

“Fucking a,” he said, “Suck my fucking cock.” I slowly engulfed his cock until the head hit my gag reflex. There was still about two inches left and I tried my best to relax my throat as I took every last inch into my mouth. With his cock firmly embedded in my throat I used my lips to work on the base of his cock. I slowly pulled back as I sucked and licked his glorious fuck tool. I then pushed Lance onto his back and started to bob up and down on his cock as I engulfed him repeatedly. All you could hear besides the faint tunes was two hungry men feasting on each others cock. I loved feeling the slight curve of his cock as it entered my throat stretching it to its limit. It turned me on so much hearing him slurp on my cock. I could feel my balls starting to tingle and knew I was close to coming. This spurned me to suck his cock harder and faster which made him thrust his cock hard down my throat. We were both moaning loud as we sucked each other off. I reached for his balls and started rolling them as round. I could tell I was ready to cum and all of a sudden Lance shoved a finger up my ass.

I then shoved my finger up his ass and suddenly our cocks burst at the same time flooding each others mouths. Lance was able to swallow my cum easily but he shot such a huge load his cum was leaking out the sides of my mouth and around his pubic hair. I pulled my mouth off and swallowed what I had in my mouth. I took his cock back in my mouth and continued sucking him. His cum flow had slowed down but I was still able to suck him until he was drained. I turned around with his cum still in my mouth as we kissed. He had a mouthful of my cum as we swapped our cum with each other. We licked and sucked each others lips and tongues until we were cleaned up. We both collapsed next to each other tenderly kissing each other as we grabbed each others ass. I reached between us and felt his cum on his pubes as I wiped it up.

As we continued kissing I slipped my fingers into his mouth as we stared deeply into each others eyes. I felt so connected to Lance as he slowly sucked my fingers clean. He then pulled me closer if that was possible as he rubbed his cock against mine. I couldn’t believe that a man of his age was already getting hard again. He slowly pushed me onto my back as we kissed and he ran his fingers over my chest. He started to pinch my nipples. He kissed his way from my lips down to my chest. As he pinched my left nipple he took my other nipple into his mouth. I took a sharp intake of breath as he licked, sucked and nibbled on my nipple. He was bringing out a part of me I never knew. As he sucked my nipple I reached between us and started to stroke his cock. It seemed to me his cock was harder now than when I sucked him off. He let go of my left nipple as he ran his hand down my abs. He then licked his way up to my ear again kissing and sucking on my ear lobe. He whispered to me once again.

“Pull your right leg back towards your chest,” he said. I pulled şişli escort my knee back and he touched my ass. He worked his fingers over to my asshole and lightly scrapped it with his nail. I pulled his mouth to mine as we kissed once again. He circled and teased my asshole for about five minutes. He brought his finger up to my mouth as I slathered my spit all over it. He then removed his finger as he brought it back to my hole. He slowly eased his finger up my ass.

“Ohhh Lance, yesssss,” escaped through my lips.

“Does that hurt,” he asked greatly concerned.

“No,” I said, “but it feels so good.”

“How about this,” he asked as he pulled his finger almost all the way out and added a second finger. He slowly pushed both up in me.

“Ahhhhhh, that feels so good,” I responded, “Please fuck me Lance, I can take it.”

“Are you sure baby?”

“Yes, please fuck my ass.” Lance then hopped off the bed and walked into the bathroom. He came out with a tube of ky and some condoms. I laid back on the bed and pulled my legs back to my chest. Lance got back on the bed and popped open the cap of the ky putting the opening against my asshole. He squeezed a huge cold glob up my ass then rubbed some around my hole. He then reached for a condom.

“You don’t need a condom Lance, ” I said, “I’ve only been with one other guy and that was about six years ago.”

“Mmmm, I like my partners nasty,” he said, “You want my cum in your pussy don’t you?”

“Yes, it’s been so long,” I said, “I need to feel your cum shooting inside of me.”. Lance then grabbed the ky and lubed up his cock. He moved between my legs and with my legs pulled back slapped the head of his cock against my asshole. He had me lower my legs a bit so he was perfectly lined up. He placed the tip of his cock against my hole and told me to relax. I did as I was instructed as Lance started to put pressure against my wet entrance. I pushed out as he pushed hard against me and his cock head entered my innermost being. Lance was staring at my hole as he reached up and pulled my legs down just a bit more.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he said as he slowly started to enter me slowly inch by delicious inch. I could feel my asshole being pried open. It hurt like hell but I wanted him in me so bad that I told him to just shove it in. He continued to guide his fat cock inside of me until he was finally balls deep. I could feel his hairy bush against my ass along with his balls. I pulled him down on top of me as we started to kiss again. He kept holding his cock deep inside of me. I pulled my lips from his and told him I was ready and to please fuck me. Lance slowly drew his cock back and the feeling of his thick cock against my ass walls felt incredible. I could feel every nook and cranny of his thick cock when he pulled back. He slowly pushed his cock inside of me and I could feel the thickness of his cock opening me up even more. As he buried his cock in me I tightened my ass around his cock.

“Ahhhh fuck, squeeze that cock with your hot pussy,” he said. He finally started to fuck me with a nice steady pace. His cock was giving me the chills as it opened me up and fucked me good. Lance and I kissed and sucked on each others necks as we fucked. I ran my hands up and down his back as I grabbed his ass trying to pull him even deeper if that was possible. I threw my head back as he started to pummel my ass hard and fast. I could feel a sheen of sweat building on his back as he started fucking me from different angles. I loved it when he would pull his cock all the way out then wait a second or two before slamming his cock back inside of me.

“Ahhhh fuck Lance, fuck me harder, oh yeah, fuck me good,” I screamed out. Lance then leaned back and grabbed my ankles as he watched his cock disappear and reappear in and out of my ass.

“You like getting fucked, don’t you,” he asked.

“Fuck your fat cock feels so good, pound me harder and faster please, oh fuck me Lance, fuck me good,” I said. If he had worn a rubber you’d be smelling it burning, that’s how good I was getting fucked. I reached up and pinched his nipples as he kept pounding me hard into his bed. I went to pull him down to kiss me and touched my cock by mistake. All of a sudden my cock exploded sending volleys if cum shooting up to my face and onto my chest.

“Fuck yeah, keep coming Lee, shoot that fucking spunk.” I grabbed my cock and stroked it as my contracting cock kept pulsating. Finally I was spent and Lance laid on top of me as he grabbed me by the shoulders as he fucked me harder and faster.

“I’m cumming, oh fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, here it comes, aaahhhhhh, fuck,” he said as he held himself deep inside of me as I felt that first gush of his hot fuck cream breeding my faggot ass.

I held onto the back of his head as I kissed and licked his neck, “Ohhhh fuck yeah, fill me up with your cum Lance, give me every fucking drop.” His cock felt amazing as it pulsated and emptied every drop inside of me. Lance kept thrusting even though he was spent. He laid on top of me for a while and I felt so secure in his loving arms. We lightly kissed each other and playfully nibbled on each others shoulders. Finally Lance laid down besides me and you could hear an audible pop as his cock exited my ass. I moved over to him and laid my head on his chest.

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Ch 7 It Was Always Going to End Badly

As uncomfortable as it was, that conversation with Liza, does buy me some time. Time, I put to good use. I see Oliver every chance that I get and between us, we don’t let a second go to waste. Still, I’m feeling antsy. It’s been a while since he’s fucked me. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think he seems to be avoiding it.

It’s driving me crazy. Absolutely wild.

He’s on his way over and as I hear his feet on the stairs, I take a leaf out of his playbook. I quickly pull my top off and head to the door, to meet him, in nothing but my jeans.

He raises his eyebrows as I open the door.

“Aren’t you cold?” he asks, looking a little amused and something else.

I shrug, “I guess, I’m hot blooded, or something.”

“I think, ‘or something’ just about covers it.” He smiles. It’s his slow smile, the one that takes over his face gradually, starting in his eyes, working its way down until one corner of his mouth curls up slightly. It’s his sinful smile.

My belly flutters. Yes, please.

He reaches down and pulls my fly open without any preamble. I press my groin forward slightly. I don’t need to. I can see by the look in his eyes that he knows how hard I am. I push my jeans down quickly, my underwear too. I stand naked before him. Letting him look. His eyes are like the ocean, stormy and blue, crashing in and then slowly retreating. I can’t help it. I like it when he looks at me like this. I like it a lot.

He walks around me, stopping when he’s right behind me. He puts his arm around my chest, pulling me towards him tightly, containing me, kissing the base of my neck, making me arch back against him involuntarily.

Oh, God, I want him.

He kisses my neck again. I’m putty in his hands. Hot molten lava. I look back at him to see what I’m dealing with. His lids are lowered, he’s scraping his teeth across his bottom lip.

Uh, oh.

“Show me what you’re good for.” He says darkly.

His words go through me, twisting me. Shocking me a little, but that doesn’t mean, I don’t quickly comply. One thing is for sure, he has a terrible, terrible power over me.

I take a few steps forward, to the bookshelf. I place both hands on a shelf, spreading my legs, bending my knees slightly, before arching my back. A few short months ago, I honestly would not have believed, I’d be able to conceive of doing something like this.

I hear him draw a long breath.

‘Mmmh.” He says, as he cups my ass, kneading me, warming me. Truth be told, I was a little cold before, but I’m not anymore.

He kneels behind me, spreading me open, kissing my ass, before really, really kissing my ass. He renders me breathless, with staggering haste.

“Ollie,” I say, reaching back, running my fingers through his hair, “I don’t want to wait.”

He looks up at me, his arousal abundantly clear. I have to be careful now. Experience has taught me, when he’s like this, it doesn’t take much to tip him over the edge, to unleash the beast. Today, that’s not what I want. Today I don’t want to struggle and above all, I don’t want to wait.

“Please,” I say softly, “I don’t want to wait, okay?”

He’s still looking up at me. Instead of hardening, his eyes soften. He gives me that look, that intense, strange look, as he nods ever so slightly.

Thank God. I don’t want to struggle today. I can’t fight it today.

He stands behind me, quickly working his way in. I moan from the quick pain of it, that quick little sting, that I love. That I crave. He fucks me fast, until I don’t think I can take anymore. Then, he fucks me slowly. For some reason, today, the pleasure’s so intense, that slow, is even harder keçiören escort to take.

I moan, then he does. I moan, then he does. Over and over.

“Aaah” he moans with the next thrust, “Ahhloveyou.”

Wait.

What did he just say?

I’m still trying to decipher his words. Is that what I heard? When my body reacts without my consent. I twist round and reach back, my mouth open, as I search for his tongue.

He comes instantly and though I’m quite shaken, I follow suit not long after.

*

It was probably just the heat of the moment, I tell myself later. It was a very hot moment. I try desperately not to over-think it. This thing between us, has always been a hook-up situation. I know it’s crazy intense and I don’t know how to explain this thing between us, but I’ve been very careful never to offer him more. I’m committed to Liza. Liza and I are on-track for marriage. We’ve always been.

Surely, he knows that. Doesn’t he?

When he says it again, a week or two later, I can’t deny it. I didn’t see this coming. I didn’t expect him to feel this way. I feel shocked and afraid when I think about it. I’m afraid for him and I’m afraid for Liza. I’m afraid that no matter what I do now, I’m going to hurt someone.

I don’t need Common Sense to tell me, I’m headed for trouble.

Liza corners me again, at roughly the same time.

“We need to talk.” She says.

This time, she sits me down firmly and there’s no getting away from it, we are going to talk. Her lease is up in three months. She’s worked up a little project plan, and she talks me through it, step by step. Over the course of this quick conversation, I find myself thoroughly educated and very well informed, as to what the next few decades of my life, are going to look like.

I don’t mean to make it sound like a nightmare. Of course not. This is what we both want. What we both wanted, right from the start. It’s just that right now, my life is a little more complicated, than I ever imagined it being. A lot more, actually.

You have to tell him, says The Dreamer, you have to talk to him, as I lie in bed hours later, my eyes open wide, in the black of the night.

I try to ignore the tension in my chest, and even more than that, I try to ignore the feeling, that as I lie there, it feels as if the walls all around me, are slowly closing in.

*

The trials of the night are forgotten, the second I open the door and see him the next day. He’s been for a haircut and he has that fresh, crisp look about him. I run my hand up the back of his neck, feeling the velvety prickles of his newly shaved hair. I reach down with my other hand, feeling the weight, the length and the girth of him. The walls aren’t closing in now. Far from it. Now, all my concerns give way, to something that falls neatly under the banner of lust.

He slaps my hand away, playfully.

“You gonna be like that, huh?” I growl.

God, I like it when he puts up a fight.

I pull him towards me, kissing him hard. Opening his mouth roughly with my tongue. Claiming him. That seems to subdue him a little, so I undress him slowly. I can’t take my eyes off him, as he stands there, naked. I can’t look away, and even if I could, I don’t think I’d want to. He gives me a little push and a lascivious grin, as he breaks from my grip and goes running down the hall, to my room.

A wild, crazy laugh comes bubbling out of me with such force, it reminds me of the carefree way I used to laugh as a boy. So hard, my face would contort and my belly would ache. I chase him down the hall, running full speed, only to catch him as he throws himself on the bed. I swing my arm back and land küçükçekmece escort a hard slap on his ass, just as he launches himself into the air.

“Ow! Fuck.” He cries, looking back at me with shock and indignance, reaching back and rubbing the cheek, I’ve just blistered.

Oh, God, he’s cute.

“Aw,” I tease, “want me to kiss it better?”

“Stop it.” He says, wriggling and trying to get away.

I hold him down and liberally rub and kiss his pink cheek. By now, he should know, his struggling does it for me.

“Stop it.” He says again, but his voice is different this time. We both know it.

“Hmm,” I say thoughtfully, as I roll him onto his side, “want me to kiss anything else.”

There’s a quick flash in his eye, as he assesses me, rolling his eyes as he says, “Fine, just kiss my dick.”

“Uh, uh,” I smile, “You’ve gotta ask nicely.” Though, right then, I confess, my voice doesn’t sound awfully nice.

“You know what,” he says, grabbing me roughly and forcing my face on his dick, “maybe you won’t talk quite so much, if you have all that in your mouth.”

Laughter peels out of me like it did before, as I fill my mouth to the brim. I suck him and lick him, enjoying the feeling so much, it takes me a second to notice he’s leant forward and has attached himself to me, too.

When I come up for air, I roll over onto my back, rolling a condom on. I’m so horny I can hardly think straight. The sight of him lying there, looking at me, his mouth open and soft, is going to unman me.

“Sit on it.” I say.

I see that quick moment of hesitation. He looks a little unsure. He hardly ever goes on top, but today, I want him to take it. I want to watch him moving on me. I want him to want it, too.

My God, I want that so much.

He squats down over me, feet planted on the mattress on either side of me, as he slowly and carefully lowers himself down. Right from the start, I’m so excited, I feel like I could blow. I’m clenching and breathing, to try to slow myself down. It’s not helping. I should be closing my eyes, because the way that he’s moving is completely insane. No way anyone could see something like that, and not lose it.

I take his dick in both hands, circling him fully, making him moan, as he moves over me. Like me, he seems to be suffering. Struggling not to let go. He has his hands on my chest and his eyes on mine. Neither of us can look away. He’s whimpering now, clamping a hand over his mouth, trying desperately to keep something in.

Don’t say it, Baby, I tell him with my eyes. Please, don’t say it. It hurts you to say it.

It hurts me to hear it, too.

When he says it, it feels like he’s found the end of the thread that’s keeping me knitted together. It feels like he’s tugging on it, pulling me apart. Making me unravel.

Please, I can’t take it.

I’m relieved when we cum, and I don’t mean just from the epic release. I look at the ceiling, and then cast my eyes round the room. In daylight, the walls are all exactly where they should be.

But that doesn’t mean, they aren’t closing in.

*

“Can you hang for a while?” I ask.

His cheek creases a little, as he smiles and takes a seat next to me on the sofa.

Maybe he’ll understand, says The Dreamer, again.

I take a deep breath, “So, er, Liza’s getting pretty serious about moving in.”

He looks at me sharply.

“She’s turning twenty-eight soon, and she wants to live together for a while before we get engaged. S-she wants to be married by thirty.”

“Hmm?” He says, though I can see he’s not breathing.

“She wants to have two kids,” I add, quickly, not giving kurtköy escort myself time to back out, nervously babbling, “did you know that a woman’s fertility greatly decreases after thirty-five?”

He looks as if he’s been slapped. I’ve stopped talking now and he lets the silence settle for a moment, before saying softly, “Is that what you want?”

My heart lurches. Something inside it threatens to escape. I shove it down quickly. For some reason, I’m incredibly touched by his question.

“Yeah,” I say quickly, before I lose my nerve. Though, I do lose a little memento when I look into his eyes, as I add, “sure, I mean, I guess.”

“Ethan!” He hisses, “Don’t you think this is one of those pivotal moments that really require certainty?”

Oh, shit.

“What’s your problem?”

“My problem,” he says, quite loudly, “is that I’d like to know where the fuck that leaves me?”

Uh, oh.

“I’d like to know what this thing between us is,” he adds furiously, “and I’d like to know how you feel about it?”

Shit.

I’m in deep water here. I’m on the back foot. Panic rises up quickly, the walls are no longer just closing in, right now, they’re crashing in.

“I can’t take this,” I cry, leaping to my feet, “I can’t spend all day dealing with all her dumb shit, only to get home and have to deal with all your dumb shit, too.”

He looks at me in disbelief. He doesn’t look away. His eyes are asking more questions than he did with his words. For once, I can’t hold eye contact, so I look down quickly.

“Aw,” I say, trying to smile. I’m floundering here. I have to do something to lighten the mood. “Shut the fuck up.”

I try to reach for him, but he stiffens and moves back.

“Come on,” I say, “don’t be such a little bitch.”

He stands and walks to the counter, picking up his keys and his wallet quickly. Right now, he looks different. Right now, he doesn’t look like someone I know.

“Don’t call me again.”

What?

“I mean it,” he adds, his voice pure ice, “lose my number.”

“Oliver!” I exclaim, “What the fuck?”

He looks at me pointedly, raising his eyebrows and opening one hand. His unanswered questions weigh heavy all around us. I open my mouth to speak, but I can’t. I just can’t. So, I look down and let him go.

He walks to the door, but as he gets to the hall, he pauses, going still for a moment.

“Just for the record, Ethan,” he says, taking a long, deep breath, “I know you love me.”

And with that, he opens the door and walks out. The door clicks shut, with a sense of finality, that makes my heart drop.

Don’t let him go! The Dreamer is screaming. Go after him. Stop him right now!

It’s done. Says Common Sense, firmly. It’s done now. It was always going to end badly. It’s over. For God’s sake, don’t make it worse.

I like how he smells, says My Dick, very unhelpfully.

My mind quietens at last, but I’m reeling from shock. The last words he spoke are ringing in my ears. Over and over.

I know you love me.

Something dark and unpleasant has wound its way around my chest. I’m struggling to get a good breath and I feel like a can’t swallow. I go to the sink, splash my face quickly and pour myself a long glass of water. I sip it slowly, willing my tongue, which now feels swollen and thick, to work as it should.

I know you love me.

A ghastly feeling rises up, so deep and intense, I cannot name it. Squeezing me tightly, crushing my insides. I look down and see my hand clenched around the glass so hard my fingers are white. Deathly white. My hand has started shaking from the force. I’m shaking from the force. The strength of this feeling consumes me, as I swing my arm back and hurl the glass against the wall, with every ounce of my strength.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” I scream.

The glass smashes into the wall. Shattering. Sending fine, glittery shards all around the room. Instantly, breaking into a million, tiny, little pieces.

A million little pieces, or more.

*

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So Wednesday night, to repay Terry for the dinner I brought the makings of a healthy meal with me. He answered the door and I was surprised to see he was dressed. Not wanting to ask outright, I wondered aloud, “You just get home from work?”

“Nah, I’ve been here a while,” If Terry wondered where I was going with my question, he didn’t let on. Taking one of the bags from me, he glanced in and commented favorably on my choices as I followed him into the kitchen. I was glad to see that the fridge was clean and decently stocked, but a whole shelf was empty. Seeing where I was looking, he said almost shyly, “I reorganized it, figured I better get used to sharing again.”

When we had the stuff put away, he said, “I thought we’d work out, so that will give you a chance to be kind of, um, in close range, and see if it bothers you. Then we can shower and eat when we’re done.”

“Oh, I wish you told me, I would have brought gym gear,” I said, realizing how silly that sounded considering he’d probably be naked.

“I have shit you can wear. We look like we’re about the same size,” he told me. Disappearing into the bedroom, he came back with shorts and a t-shirt. Feeling stupid, I went into the bathroom and changed, expecting he’d take the opportunity to strip down while I was in there. To my surprise, he was still dressed when I came out. Leading me over to the workout stuff, he pointed to the bench and said, “Have a seat.” I did, facing him for further instructions, and he again made eye contact with me and somewhat slowly undressed. Since had told me it didn’t bother him, I went ahead and watched this time as he tugged his shirt off cross-armed the way unfit geeks maltepe escort like me couldn’t do, then unbuckled his belt and slid his khakis down his tan thighs. Not more than two feet from my face, he freed himself of the pants and stood up, flexing a bit in his turquoise and white briefs. Fortunately, it was not physically evident in the loose shorts, but I definitely felt a stirring as he locked eyes with me and slid his underwear down and off, giving himself a gentle bounce to free things up after being confined.

“God, that feels better,” he grinned at me.

“You really do hate clothes, don’t you?” I returned the smile. As weird as this was, it was hard not to like him… he just put it all out there (literally) and – without being outwardly conceited – was obviously very into his own body. The whole wall behind the workout equipment was mirrors, and I noticed he glanced at his reflection pretty often.

Terry took me through a pretty basic upper body routine, showing me how to stretch properly and then demonstrating a number of exercises. The awkwardest thing so far was when he was spotting me on the bench press and I could see his dick and balls at the topmost periphery of my vision. He was sweating a little by then, so I could also smell him, but I didn’t comment on that.

When we were done, he suggested I shower first. I was tempted to jerk off just to help myself relax, but I was worried I’d get caught or take too long. When I was done, I told him I would start cooking, but he said he wanted to do it together. “Stay and talk to me,” he waved to the toilet seat.

Basically that meant watching Terry shower, manavgat escort but I figured I had already seen him naked, this wasn’t that different. Since he was busy, I looked as much as I wanted as he sudsed up his smooth muscles then rinsed clean again. I was a pretty surprised when, in the processing of scrubbing his ass, he obviously goosed himself a little bit with a soapy finger, blushing as he told me, “When your traps get this big, this is hard to do yourself!” While that was a normal enough thing to do while cleaning yourself, most guys were (I would think) pretty private about it, but he didn’t seem even slightly phased by doing it in front of a relative stranger.

In the snug confines of the bathroom, Terry was practically standing in between my knees when he got out of the shower. I went to move, but he was now in my way. I should have anticipated it and gotten up. Dripping water on me playfully, he squirted some baby oil on his hands and proceeded to rub down his torso and arms with it, giving his smooth skin a nice sheen. His balls hung loose from the warm water and he gave them and his dick a little once over with the oil before moving on to his ass and legs, giggling as he goosed himself again with an oily finger before toweling some of it off.

“I love the way this feels on your skin after a shower,” he told me.

I nodded stupidly, not really sure what else to do.

“Feel,” he told me.

Helplessly, I found myself reaching up and brushing my hand across his taut stomach, which seemed like the most benign place I could reach. He was right… the oil didn’t leave him feeling greasy, but smooth and marmaris escort warm. The ridges of muscle were evident right under his skin. I kept my hand there a second longer, then pulled it away, realizing how it must have looked.

“It’s cool, man, really,” he said, grinning down at me. Shit, could he read my mind? I couldn’t help but notice his dick was bigger than it had been, so I forced a laugh and playfully pushed him away so I could stand up. “You’re not charming me with that snake, buddy, get it out of my face and cook my dinner, bitch!”

Terry laughed too, and the heady tension of the moment passed, but it continued to trouble me a bit as I allowed myself to be schooled in healthy cooking. Thankfully he covered himself up with an apron for this operation. Wouldn’t want the goods to get burned.

I felt myself warming up to him a lot that night, and realized that when we were talking about something else I would forget about his nudity. I got the sense that we would get along well, and – not really seeing much of an alternative anyway – I decided to go for it.

As I was getting ready to leave, he held his hands out, palms outstretched and said, “So… do I pass?”

I let him sweat a second then said, “Well, your cooking didn’t kill me, so if I can still walk tomorrow, I guess you got yourself a roommate!”

“Yessssss,” he said, grinning. We talked about how moving day would go and a few other details and I was ready to head out. As I was on my way out the door, he grabbed me by the neck and pulled me into a pretty intense hug. My hands landed on their own accord on his bare back and returned the squeeze, feeling his chest powerful against mine.

“Damn, boy,” I told him, when he finally let me go.

“Sorry I’m a huggy guy, too, probably shoulda warned ya,” he said, with that goofy grin.

“That’s cool, if I can handle the naked part, that’s nothing,” I told him, realizing his meat had just been pressed against my leg.

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The blond slammed the bottle on the tabletop once he’d emptied it. The water spray behind Joshua stopped.

“Wanna beer, kid?” he asked with an alluring grin, stood and went to an old fridge nearby. Opening the larger, bottom door, he retrieved two bottles and returned to the table. He opened both with a twist, then approached Joshua with a glimmer of lust in his stare.

“You don’t have to be afraid of me. I won’t hurt you…not really. But the others might wanna have some brutal fun with ya,” he gave a slight snicker then put the bottle to Josh’s lips. “Drink up, now,” he commented as he turned the bottle up slightly, filling Joshua’s mouth with the full flavor of an imported dark beer.

He had three choices, either spit it back at the man, swallow, or choke on it. Choosing to swallow, he thought it better for his situation than to spit it at the man and gain his unwanted attention, or choking on it.

“That’s a good boy,” the man smiled almost tenderly at Josh and placed a hand at the back of his captive’s head, which he used to pet Josh with. “Drink it all,” he said as he turned the bottle up further, which forced Josh to have to swallow furiously. “Can’t have you wasting it…that’s alcohol abuse, kid,” he teased.

“You gave a good fight, baby. I was rather surprised with ya.” The man winked, then leaned closer. “I love a good fight,” he whispered directly into Josh’s ear. “Ya hungry?” he asked almost in the same breath.

Joshua nodded as best he could and decided to pick his battles rather than be obnoxious and earn something he didn’t want. He wasn’t up for a beating or unwanted pleasures either, but he was hungry.

The blond grinned, “Name’s Casey, kid.” He moved to the far side of the fridge and lifted a lid off a large pot on a hotplate that Josh hadn’t seen until then.

Meanwhile, the brute that had hosed him down cut his hands free. With a cruel grip, he took hold of Joshua’s arm and dragged him to the small table not far from the vile faucet from which the offensive hose was attached and sat him down rather roughly. With the blade of the knife under the chin, he lifted Josh’s head until their eyes met.

“You try anything stupid, and I’ll bleed ya dry, kid,” he barked ominously.

“C’me on, Stan. Let the kid alone, will ya?” the blond rebutted. “He’s being compliant. Can’t you see that?”

Casey brought the large bowl of stew to the table and set it down before Josh. He then sat across from the boy in the only other chair provided there.

“Eat up, baby,” the man waved a hand at Josh with a small smile.

“I’m goin upstairs, you guys. I think I’ve had enough of the stench in this room, for now,” one of the others stood and started up the steps. The other two joined him, leaving Casey and Josh alone.

Josh hadn’t noticed a stench in the room. He breathed in long and silently to be sure he hadn’t missed anything, then decided the man was talking about him. And it didn’t matter to him at all. None of the fellows that had raped and kidnapped him had a pleasant aroma either. Even Casey had çekmeköy escort a sort of rude odor, as far as Josh was concerned. His only reason for being so compliant was for a hot meal and trying not to be brutalized more than he already had.

Scooping up some of the stew with the spoon provided, Josh shoveled it into his mouth. It was too hot and scalded him right away, so that he spit it out as quick as he had taken it in.

“Aww…” the man grimaced. “I shoulda put some ice in that for ya,” he said as he stood and went back to the fridge.

While the man was busy getting some ice, Josh wished he at least had a glass of water to cool his scalded tongue with.

“Can I have some water?” he asked meekly.

Casey turned abruptly at hearing Josh’s voice the first time since he had been awake. It was mild and demure—a marked difference from the yells and screams that had issued from the boy the night before. Quite frankly, Casey found Josh’s voice to be kind of erotic and inviting.

“Sure, baby, but would you rather have a beer instead?” he smiled gently at Josh as he asked.

Josh shrugged, “I guess so.”

The man replaced the old metal ice tray into the freezer, opened the other door and grabbed another beer. On his way, he stopped by the larger table, got his beer and ambled to the smaller where Josh sat. He dumped a couple large pieces of ice into the bowl and set the two beers down as he sat.

“There, stir that up until the ice melts. It’ll cool it down so you can eat it.”

Joshua looked up at the man with curiosity, then did as Casey had said. He also lifted the bottle to his lips and took a long drink, realizing how much he had wanted it rather than water.

Soon, the ice had melted and Josh took another try at the stew. It was still warm. He shoved it into his mouth and savored the taste of something he’d not remembered ever eating. It was familiar, but he couldn’t recall how or when.

“I can tell you like it by your expression, kid. I made it. Just for you. Want some crackers with it? Bread?” Casey asked.

Josh shrugged again. His attention was on the stew he was devouring at a face pace.

“You should slow down or you’ll get a tummy ache, kid,” Casey said as he stood and went back to the counter by the fridge. He reached up to a cabinet door, which he opened and retrieved a pack of saltines from a box.

“Can I have some more?” Josh asked before the man could return.

Casey laughed lightly. “Sure, kid. But you’ll have to earn the next bowl, ok?”

The alluring grin made Josh a bit nervous as Casey returned to the table with the crackers. He shifted in his chair as the man sat across from him.

“What’s your name, kid?” Casey asked first.

“Joshua,” he answered demurely. “Most people just call me Josh.”

“Ok, Josh.” Casey sat back in his chair with an expression of triumph. “How old are ya?”

“Eighteen.”

“Any brothers or sister?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do ya mean you don’t know? Of course you know!” Casey çeşme escort laughed.

“You don’t understand. I don’t remember,” Josh explained.

“Huh?” Casey sat up so fast, Josh swore the man would strike him and ducked accordingly.

He eyed Josh curiously for the action. “Someone’s been fairly mean to you, haven’t they?”

“That’s just it, Casey, I don’t remember anything at all. No mom. No dad. No nothing. I’m barely sure my name is Joshua.” He eyed the crackers as his tummy rumbled, still hungry.

Casey grimaced at the sound. He reached across the table to the bowl and went back to fill it again. This time, he put the ice in it before he returned to the table and set the bowl before Josh.

“Thanks,” Josh murmured as he picked up the spoon and began stirring the mixture of beef chunks, veggies and gravy.

“You’re welcome, but you still have to pay me back for it, Josh,” Casey grinned lewdly.

Josh stared at the man for a long moment. Then with a nod, scooped up some of the stew and ate.

“I think you’re on the run, kid. From what, I don’t know, but I wager we’ll possibly find out soon.”

Josh shrugged again, though he didn’t look up from the bowl of stew. He heard Casey’s voice, but didn’t hear the question itself. His attention so given to the food he ate, he had tuned the man out. Abruptly, the bowl was slid from him, in which Josh looked up with a bereft expression.

“I asked you a question, Josh,” Casey stated with a warning tone.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear it,” he gave the man his best puppy eyes and begged silently for mercy.

Casey smiled. “Do you like sex?”

The spoon in Josh’s hand started quivering. It extended down his arm until the boy was trembling all over. His expression turned vacant as he stared at Casey. Then as quick as the aspect splashed across Joshua’s face, it was gone.

“Wanna try me?” Casey warned.

“No,” Josh dragged out in an airy answer.

“What’s wrong with you, kid?”

“I don’t feel so good,” Josh answered with the same airy voice.

“I told you to slow down.” Casey stood with the bowl and took it to the counter where he put it and returned to the table. “If you want more, later, I’ll let you have some. But I want some ass, Joshua,” Casey admitted.

“Please, don’t,” Josh begged, on the verge of panic.

“C’me on, baby. It’s not that bad…and I’m not gonna hurt ya.” Casey reached down and took Josh’s arm.

“Please,” Josh looked up at the man with pleading.

“It’ll be ok.” Casey urged the boy to stand and led him to the bed across the room.

He urged Josh back onto the plain white sheets and came up over his thin frame.

“Just give me a kiss, Josh,” he almost whispered the sound of lust in his voice.

“No, Casey, please,” Josh returned, his voice quivering.

“Don’t ever tell me ‘no’, Joshua. This isn’t a democracy. Either you give me what I want, or I’ll take it—like before.”

Tears welled in his eyes and his throat constricted to the point he could scarcely cihangir escort breathe. He tried to choke back the sob that issued from him abruptly, but he wasn’t quick enough.

Casey’s face moved closer, ignoring Joshua’s fears.

“It’s just a kiss, baby,” Casey pressed.

Joshua regressed into hiding and Casey stared into the vacant expression he’d seen earlier. The tears stopped and the boy only gazed up at him blankly with eyes that had turned glassy. Ignoring the sudden change, for his pulsing desire, he leaned further and brushed his lips to Joshua’s.

To his surprise, the boy opened and Casey invaded Josh’s mouth with his tongue. Their lips sealed, exploding in intertwined lust and need as arms went around the other—the kiss became almost feral. Josh lifted his knees and pressed his pelvis to the man wantonly. Casey moaned at the responses of his body and Joshua’s primal desire.

Joshua’s hands moved up under Casey’s shirt, plundering at will. He grounded his pelvis against the man continuously and drove the man to frenzy.

“Fuck me, Casey,” he almost growled when Casey came up for air.

Casey noted the airy content of Josh’s voice and the marked difference in the tone, but ignored it for his own greedy desire. He reached between them, unzipped his jeans, pulled out his member and pushed into the boy’s body smoothly. Josh sighed long, his head drifted back into the pillow as the man penetrated him with ease.

Almost instantly, Josh bucked, slamming his bottom into Casey’s pelvis. “Harder!” Josh growled. “Fuck me, damn it!”

Casey, became a bit confused by the change of attitude, but banged into Josh all the same. The power of his thrusts rocked Josh upward and he felt something give way.

“No, Joshua, I said I wouldn’t hurt you, and I meant that…” Casey detached from the boy and sat on the side of the bed. “What’s with you, bitch? You’re a player ain’t ya?”

He smelled blood and looked down between Joshua’s thighs and saw it oozing on the sheet.

“Gees, now look what you made me do!” Casey got up and ambled across the room, where he wet a washcloth and returned with it.

“I didn’t mean to,” Josh said in his normal voice.

Casey studied the boy for a moment and saw the difference right away.

“There’s something weird about you, kid,” he stated then reached between the boy’s thighs, forcing the damp cloth between the cheeks.

“Why you say that?”

Casey looked up at Josh to see a hurt expression.

“Well…” he searched the right words to explain himself. “One minute your all scared and crying, the next your like, ‘fuck me, Casey’, and ‘fuck me harder damn it’. It’s really confusing. And the look on your face changes too. It’s like…empty…and your eyes are like…glass. Do you even know what just happened?”

Joshua gazed up at Casey blankly, “No, I don’t.” he looked away as a tear slipped from his eye.

“I think there’s more than one in there, beside you.” Casey got up and went back to the faucet, turned it on and rinsed the cloth, wrung it and returned with it. “Damn it, Josh, I really didn’t wanna to hurt you.”

“One what?” Josh followed the man’s movements with his eyes.

“People, Josh. Personalities. Ever heard of Sybil?”

“Sybil who?”

Casey shook his head and half laughed. “You’re a real piece of work, Josh.”

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You know all the usual stuff, don’t read if it’s illegal or you don’t like sex or sex between two males offends you. All characters are purely fictional and any likeness is a coincidence. Joshua Glynn reserves all rights to this story, the characters, and the world in which they live. Edited by Kumani

This is a story of two friends who after being apart from each other, discover a love between them they never knew existed. Ryan thinks Coby is dead, while Coby is forbidden to ever come in contact with any of his family or friends ever again. However, Coby’s rise through the ranks of Vampire society and a glimmer of hope helps to keep him going.

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Chapter 5: Desperation

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Nick

Well this had been a strange day! First, I find out that vampires are real! Then I get turned into one and found out that the city is really controlled by a feudal lord known as the Archon. The Mayor, city council, even the school boards are all institutional puppets under Remington’s watchful eye. This guy is the epitome of power!

I had been in my apartment unpacking, when I heard rapid knocking at the door. It was a boy I had met a few nights ago, Ron. He was kind of cute, and boy could he perform an amazing rim job! When he entered he was all frightened. He said he had seen something horrible and had caught it on video. I asked if I could see it, but he snatched his Iphone away from me before I got the chance.

Ron hadn’t been there long when a noise came from my bedroom. I was getting up to check it out, when my front door flew open and two big guys stormed into my apartment. The guy in front was tall and big. He had long red hair swirling around his face as he moved. He was wearing a long dark coat and a dark business suit. The guy behind him was also tall and big, but had long white-blond hair and wore a white suit and coat to match.

Before I could react, a third guy burst though my bedroom door and jumped on me with both feet and hands. This guy was like an animal. He was much bigger than the other two. He had greasy, long, black hair that was now hanging in my face. As he lifted himself off of me, I realized two things. First, that I couldn’t speak, it was like all the air had been forced out of my lungs. Second, there was blood dripping from this guy’s fingers. Then, I began to feel the pain. He had punctured my chest and lungs. I could barely breathe! I could feel myself slipping away.

Then, to my shock I realized the redhead was none other than Coby! My mind was racing in those last few minutes of life. I knew I was going to die shortly, but at the moment I didn’t care! One of my best friends, who had been missing for over five months, was now standing before me. I’m not sure what took place next, but I do remember the look of pain on Coby’s face as he looked down at me. Then I faintly heard him whisper something about saving me.

The next thing I remember is this immense feeling of rapture, followed by nothing! I remember thinking this nothingness was finally the death I knew was coming, but then a burning fire erupted in my mouth. I could feel life returning to me. It was a sickening sweet taste. I felt my strength return! Then, I felt the wounds in my chest closing. It was the strangest feeling.

As the vision returned to my blurry eyes there was Coby again, as well as the black haired guy. Actually, the black haired guy had this frightened look on his face but I seemed to connect with him somehow. I could feel his heart beat slowing. Then I realized that the elixir which was bringing me back to life was blood that I was drinking from this guy’s arm. My gut reaction was to pull away, but some primal instinct deep inside stopped me. I could feel a hunger building then abating as I was being nourished.

Coby stopped me after a few minutes. He then asked me several questions and told me a bit about the new life he had awoken me to. Roth was the name of the guy that was half dead, he was the guy I had just been drinking from and was evidently a troublemaker that Coby was glad to be rid of. His other partner was Brad.

Brad was the most gorgeous hunk I have ever seen! He was as tall as Coby, built like a wrestler and had the looks equal to that of Ryan. He has these amazing pale-blue eyes. His most attractive feature though had to be his hair! It is really light blond, almost white and it comes down to the middle of his back! It was everything I could do, not to stare!

So I had now joined Coby in this new life! The rest of the night was interesting to say the least. First, I found out that I might die anyway and take Coby and Brad with me. Then, I got to meet Chris and Jason. They are Coby and Brad’s Sires. ‘Sire’ is what they call the Vampire that brings you into the family he or she is partly responsible for their child’s actions. ‘Child’ is the name they give to us new Vampires, because until we learn the rules and prove that we can exist on our own, we are like children.

The meeting with the Archon went better than expected. After hearing about the problems they had gotten fatih escort themselves into, Archon Remington seemed almost pleased with the outcome. He seemed quite genuine when he welcomed me into the world of the Vampire.

The best part of the whole experience was that Brad would be my Sire! After the meeting with the Archon we drove home. They dropped me and Brad off at his place. We had to hurry because the sun would be up within the half-hour. As we entered, Brad introduced me to Sammy, his ghoul and daytime protector. Sammy was kind of short, but not too short and she was really cute, as in your cute little kid sister sort of cute.

Brad took me upstairs to his room. It was completely closed off to all light.

“Well Nick, I have a couple of guest rooms but none of them are sealed off to light, so I guess you will just have to sleep with me tonight!”

I smiled at him and said, “I don’t have any problem with that Brad.”

He just smiled back at me. He walked over to the other side of the bed and began to take off his clothes. He laid them all over the back of a chair. To my delight he didn’t stop as I watched him intently. Within a few minutes he was standing completely naked on the other side of the room.

He was absolutely stunning, with his milky, almost white skin, his chest filled out and his ripped abs. He was a vision of Adonis! He either had no hair anywhere on his body or it was so fair that it was not discernible to the naked eye. He had the faintest patch of hair under his arms and neatly trimmed above his cock.

He turned and smiled at me as he slid under the fluffy comforter, “Are you coming to bed? …or do you plan to stand there and stare at me all day?” He had this devilish grin on his face.

I took the hint, but I decided to give him a bit of a show. I took my time taking off my clothes, pausing at times for effect. I was very proud of my body. I had worked on it for the past five years to sculpt it into a toned machine, but not too much of a muscular look. I generally don’t like the muscle bound look, but Brad’s body was just too gorgeous! He sat there propped up on one arm watching my little show. My cock was not at all soft as Brad’s own had been when he had gotten undressed, instead I had the makings of a revival tent in my boxers. Brad got a bit of a chuckle out of my obvious arousal.

When I had finally removed my last piece of clothing, Brad lifted up the cover on the king size bed, inviting me in. I moved into the bed next to him with my back facing him. He dropped the cover over me, grabbed my waist and gently pulled me into him so that my butt was firmly placed against his crotch. He draped his arm underneath mine and ran his fingers through the light hair on my chest. He then placed his lips to my neck and began kissing it. I was in heaven, in the arms of an angel.

It wasn’t long before I felt something stir in between my butt cheeks. I was already so hard to the point that I thought my cock was going to explode. I let out a little moan and whispered, “Please take me!” Brad understood. His arm left my chest and I could feel him lean back a bit. His lips never left my neck though. Then, I felt something slick move between my butt cheeks and slowly press into my anus. A few moments later it was replaced by a bigger slick rod, which easily filled me up!

We developed a fucking rhythm. Brad was slow and gentle, but he was hitting my sweet spot and it was driving me wild. My moaning started to get a bit louder until he brought his wrist up to my mouth and whispered, “Drink!” into my ear. I felt compelled to bite down on his wrist and immediately understood why he wanted me to do something so bizarre. The moment my teeth slid into his flesh and his blood filled my mouth, I felt like I was on fire! It was the most erotic, pleasure filled moment of my life! That was until it got even better! I felt a sharp pain as Brad bit down on my neck. Then, the sensation intensified. It was more than words can describe!

Now we were like one. I could feel Brad’s heartbeat. Our breathing was synchronous. I could feel every sensation in every fiber of my being! I’m not really sure how long the fucking lasted but it culminated when violent shutters racked my body. My cum covered my chest along with the bed sheet and covers. When it was over I was completely numb! Numb from pleasure.

Brad leaned up to my ear, “That was just a taste my sweet!” he cooed, as he kissed me on the side of my neck.

The next night, when I awoke with my new lover still nuzzled behind me. His beautiful hair was draping over my shoulder and his arms were folded around my chest. He was holding me close with his morning wood pressed between my butt cheeks. As I begun to stir so did he.

“Mmmm! Good evening Nick. Sleep well?”

“Oh yea! Will it always be like that?” I asked.

“Better!” Brad responded.

“Better is good!” We both giggled at that.

That is how my life started with Brad. I became his companion, partner, lover and pupil. The next day was a buzz of activity. First, güngören escort Brad took me out to get a new wardrobe. I was quite embarrassed when I realized he had spent over twenty thousand dollars on my new clothes. Then he made arrangements for a room to be prepared for me, but I have yet to sleep in it and I’m not sure when I ever will!

Brad began my training after the first night we spent together. He started with an hour of sparring and then two hours were dedicated to teaching me the nature of my new abilities. He explained that this would be the way things would proceed until he felt I was ready. This became my routine. For the next few days we got up, sparred and practiced.

On the third night, he was going to take me out for my first “hunt” but on the way to the club he got a call from a frantic Coby.

“Hello! …Coby, what’s wrong? …Oh shit! Um ok I’m on it! We’ll be there as soon as possible!” He closed the phone, “Shit!”

“Brad, what’s wrong?” I asked with concern.

“Ryan is trying to kill himself. Damn it! Coby only needs a few more weeks! Which of Ryan’s friends lives closest to us?”

“Peter is just a few blocks from here.”

“Ok!”

We went as fast as his mustang would go. We got to Pete’s in less than three minutes.

“What room number is he in?”

“413.”

“Ok you stay here I’ll be back in a minute.”

True to his word a minute later he was walking very fast back to the car with an unconscious Pete in his arms. I jumped in the backseat and Brad placed Pete in the front.

“Trust me he won’t even know he was knocked out. I didn’t hurt him at all.”

We drove at breakneck speed to Ryan’s place. Coby was pacing outside when we drove up. I grabbed Pete and we raced upstairs to Ryan’s apartment. I got a bit scared once because we passed by a couple of guys from classes I had with Ryan, but they didn’t seem to notice us. I found out later that Coby had used some mind trick to confuse them so they didn’t even realize anyone was there.

When we were right outside Ryan’s door, Coby asked for Pete. He leaned him up against the wall. Then he just started talking to him while looking into his eyes.

“Peter! Open your eyes for me. …Good now you are coming by to see how Ryan is doing. You haven’t seen him in a few days since Nick died, so you wanted to make sure he’s doing okay! You will remember catching the train over here tonight. You left your apartment a half hour ago! Now in ten seconds you are going to fully awake and do everything in your power to get in that apartment because you know he is inside and he could be trying to harm himself!”

With that we just backed away. A few seconds later and Pete shivered a bit, turned and started knocking on Ryan’s door. He started to panic when Ryan didn’t answer. He eventually broke the door down. We could hear his cries of help from the hallway. We were close. Another fifteen minutes and Ryan would have no longer been with us.

___________________________

Coby

I was so worried that I might have lost Ryan. I redoubled my efforts to get approval from the Archon. Nick’s appearance had brought my plans to a halt. While at the same time, it made it even more important that I get to Ryan quickly because he was falling apart. The loss of Nick had been a nail in the coffin for Ryan. He had already tried to kill himself! If not for our quick action he would have succeeded that night. I hated having to use Pete, but I couldn’t watch Ryan twenty-four hours a day, so I had to compel him to watch Ryan day and night.

Pete had done as I had instructed him too very well. The major fact that Pete cared for Ryan as much as I did and didn’t want to see him harm himself either only reinforced the compulsion. This enabled me to persuade Pete to remain close to Ryan until I could hatch my plan.

A few days after Ryan’s suicide attempt, the Archon summoned me to an audience. I arrived ten minutes later. The entrance hall was full of the high society Vampires. They were always busy with their political maneuvering. I got a lot of the looks as I always do on my way in to meet the Archon. It is well known in the court that I had quickly become one of the Archon’s favorites and there were a lot of those who resented me because of this.

As I walked into Remington’s meeting hall, his face lit up with a broad smile. “Ah, Coby my boy, good of you to make such good time!”

I walked up with a small bow, “Good evening Archon, It is an honor to serve. What can I do for you this evening?”

“I feel I can trust you. If I ask you to keep something confidential can you do that?”

“Of course Archon.”

“Including your team and Christopher!”

“If you require it, I believe I can.”

“Then, I have a very important mission for you! There is a group of very powerful individuals that are seeking to replace me as Archon. I have some friends that could help me to prevent this but they live in another city. I know I am asking a lot of you, but if you could get a message to them, it would mean kadıköy escort the difference, I’m sure of it!”

He gave me a package with my instructions in them, as well as a sealed letter of introduction and explanation for the gentlemen I was going to see. The target city was about a three hour’s drive. I would need to leave quickly if I was going to make it there and back before dawn.

I called up Brad and told him I had something to do tonight and that I would see him tomorrow. I jumped in the car and drove by Ryan’s place to check on him before leaving. Then I raced out of town on my mission. The drive was uneventful.

Once I arrived in the new city, I headed for this local dance club called Blood Moon, which was the haven for Victor, the Vampire I was looking for. Looking at their auras, I could tell there were about two dozen Vampires in the club, of about two hundred people. The two bouncers were ghouls. They had a faint paleness to their auras which told me they were old. The club seemed to have many partitioned off private booths. It was quite ingenious.

A few of the Vampires at the bar had noticed me come in and they were staring. I walked up to the bar and motioned for the bartender. He nodded that he would be over in a minute. A Vampire that had been staring at me walked up. He had a very thick Australian accent.

“Hey Mate, you lost or something?”

“No. You work here?”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before. I know everyone in this town. You see we already got enough blokes in this pub. I think you should piss off… find another one. You might live longer!”

“Look, I’m just visiting from out of town. I’m not looking for any trouble, I just need to deliver a message and I’m out.”

“Well why don’t you give me the message, tell me who it is for and I’ll see to it that he gets it!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that! Why don’t you…” then the bartender came up.

“Yes sir, what can I get for ya!” I handed him the introduction letter. He took one look at the envelope and handed it back to me. “Go to the end of the bar, down the hall to the last door. I’ll call Ralph and let him know you’re coming. What’s your name?”

“Coby Daniels.” So I did as instructed. The Australian seemed a bit pissed that I had just snubbed him. At the end of the hall, a large Vampire blocked my path. I told him my name and he opened the door for me with a bit of a grunt. He then followed me in. He was a bit too close for comfort.

As soon as the door closed, the noise of the club vanished. The inner chamber was a large room, with beautiful hardwood floors. It had a large seating area in the middle with facing black leather couches, with a big flat panel TV on the wall at one end and a fireplace at the other.

From there the room continued with bookcases along both walls that went back to a big desk where a handsome man sat in a high back leather chair. The large oak desk was impressive. It had an intricate carving on the front of it of some medieval battle. Victor, I assumed, was the man behind the desk. He was a fine example of an English statesman. His slender face was framed by medium length straight black hair and his blue eyes bore through me the moment I walked in the door. He sat observing me with his hands folded together, as his elbows rested on the armrests of his chair.

As I walked past his lounge area I picked up a faint aura standing off to one side. It must have been his protector using a cloak to avoid detection. Being the child of one so powerful does have its advantages. If I had not been looking for it I would not have seen him. He was perhaps a generation or two of power which is less than mine. I doubt that Brad would have seen him. There was something peculiar about him though. What little of his aura I could see seemed more like that of Chris’s or Remington’s, more ancient, more regal.

Victor offered one of the two seats in front of his desk. I accepted.

“Good evening! I am Victor Blair. Owner of this fine establishment, what brings you to me this evening?”

I saw his aura shift, just slightly as he introduced himself. It was then that I realized what was going on. He was lying to me. It was so faint I had almost missed it. I stood up and calmly walked over towards the cloaked figure. The large man shifted like he was going to stop me. But I began speaking to the thin air in front of me.

“Hello Victor, I am Coby Daniels, representative of Archon Remington.” I offered my letter of introduction and sealed envelope to the air.

He began laughing as he shimmered into existence. “Well, well! It seems Remington has finally found a worthy courier. Who is your sire Mr. Daniels?”

“Christopher Westmore, sir.”

“Please call me Victor. Any child of Christopher’s is a child of mine.” He offered me his hand, and I shook it. He then walked over to his desk. His man had gotten up and moved over to the corner of the room. The fake Victor now looked totally different. He had taken on the likeness of Victor as a decoy. “Your sire helped me to get my start in this world. He is like an older brother to me! My sire died shortly after my crossing and Chris looked after me for many years. I heard that he had taken on a new child recently. You should consider yourself fortunate he has not taken many in the last century. So young Coby what brings you to me tonight?”

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When Lyle Quigley went to the grocery store that afternoon in June, he was expecting to pick up a few things he wife asked him to pick up and get back to enjoy the peaceful solitude of his house while the wife was at work.

At 64 the retired railroad worker was a long way from the reckless man he had been once not long ago, but then he saw someone that brought back memories of those times, days that he had attempted to leave behind. Some people though, never really change, even though they thought they had.

***

When Lyle Quigley first noticed the young man staring at him from the other side of the produce section, a shiver went through his body when he thought he recognized the fellow, but then he relaxed when he realized that couldn’t be him.

This fellow looked like Donald Morton alright, but Donald must be in his early 20’s by now, whereas the muscular young fellow in question was in his teens. There was a resemblance though, and as Lyle sneaked peeks at the casually dressed boy he cursed his weakness bobbing to the surface once again.

This lad was a strapping young fellow, Lyle observed, even more physically impressive than his old protege Donald had been, and that was saying something, Lyle recalled.

The boy in the brightly colored tank-top had to be over 6′ tall and if there was an ounce of fat on him Lyle couldn’t detect it, and judging by the way Lyle was inspecting him the senior wasn’t missing much.

Already sporting a tan, the outfit the lad was wearing showed off much of his wonderful physique, and Lyle gripped the handle of his cart as he took in those rippling shoulders and bronze biceps which bulged even more than young Donald’s had back then.

The same could be said for the lad’s thick thighs and muscular calves that the shorts did little to hide, and as Lyle savored the surprisingly thick coating of golden hair that covered those legs he knew that when he got home he would need to take another shower because he was working up a sweat in the cool produce section.

“Move along Lyle,” the old man mumbled to himself as he navigated the cart around the displays to get away from the temptation. “Nothing for you here.”

Actually, Lyle knew that was not the case because there certainly was something here for him here, but that was in the past. No more of that stuff. He had sworn to himself that those days were over. He wasn’t a happily married man but at least he was a married man – and for the last couple years he had been true to those vows at last.

Lyle’s efforts to beat a hasty retreat were hurt when an old lady blocked one avenue of escape, but then when Lyle worked around her his progress was stopped by that very young man he was trying to get away from. A brief do-si-do followed in the aisle, but as Lyle nervously smiled and tried to move to one side so the lad could get by he realized this wasn’t an accidental meeting.

“Mr. Quigley?” the boy said, looking at the old man with a toothy smile and an amused expression.

“Why yes,” Lyle mumbled as he looked at the rosy cheeked lad.

“I saw you looking at me from across the way…”

“Oh yes. Sorry. My mistake,” Lyle said apologetically. “For a second I thought you were somebody I knew.”

“You mean Donald?” the young man asked, and when Lyle couldn’t mask his reaction he added, “He’s my big brother. I’m Ricky Morton.”

“Oh, I knew he had a brother but…”

“Yeah, I was too young to go over to your basement and play,” Ricky Morton replied. “But when Donald told me about how much fun he had I wished I could.”

“Oh yes, the trains,” Lyle added quickly, the rather elaborate set up in the cellar that was originally a hobby but became a lure over time.

“I guess Donald liked the trains too,” Ricky Morton said with a cutting tone. “He didn’t tell me all that much about them though.”

“Uh – how is Donald these days?” Lyle said as he looked for avenues of escape. “Lost track when your folks moved to the other side of town.”

“He’s great. Just graduated from college. As a matter-of-fact, I’m going to State myself come fall,” Ricky said.

“That so? My how time flies,” Lyle said. “Well, you tell your big brother I was asking about him.”

“I will. You know, while I guess I’ll always be Donald’s baby brother, in a lot of ways he’s the little one now – or at least littler.”

“Yes, you are quite the strapping young man,” Lyle agreed as he tried not to look and failed when the younger Morton ran his hand though his shaggy locks, the bulging bicep and the generous spray of golden hair in the pale hollow of Ricky’s chiseled armpit that was exposed with the movement too irresistible to ignore.

After Lyle forced his eyes downward he was faced with the prospect of the ominous bulge in the boy’s shorts, even more impressible because they were so baggy, so instead he tried to look at the lad’s eyes.

“Guess I’m a little bigger all over,” Ricky said bluntly, enjoyed the helpless look in the senior eyes. “Hard to believe isn’t it?”

“Well halkalı escort it was nice meeting you,” Lyle told him but Ricky held the cart handle on place.

“I want to see your train set Mr. Quigley,” Lyle said as he looked at the produce in the top basket.

“Oh, I don’t play with them much these days.”

“My brother said you didn’t play with them back then much either,” Ricky deadpanned as he took the cucumber Lyle had selected and looked it over with an evil grin. “You still like the big ones, don’t you Mr. Quigley?”

“My wife – she gave me a list,” Lyle stammered, holding the note up for evidence.

“So why don’t you get those few things so we can go see your trains?” Ricky pressed. “I really want to see them.”

“My wife – if she’s home she doesn’t like the noise they make,” Lyle lied.

“From what I was told she didn’t mind it at all,” Ricky replied. “Word was that she would stay upstairs because she was afraid of seeing a spider in the basement, and the sound of the trains running was loud enough to drown out your whimpering.”

“Please. Those days are gone,” Lyle almost begged. “I’ve atoned for my sins as best I can and have turned over a new leaf. Really.”

“Your mouth says one thing but your eyes say another,” Ricky said softly as another shopper went by, causing Lyle to curse himself silently. “Besides, with me you won’t have to do any training. I already know what you like. Donald told me so many times I know it by heart, and coincidentally, I like the same things my big brother liked so much.”

“Unless it’s the seduction that turned you on,” Ricky added. “I can play that game too you know. Act all shy and awkward and let you teach me like you did Donald. Would that turn you on?”

“No.”

“So what else is on the list?”

“Eggs,” Lyle choked out. “Eggs and coffee creamer.”

“Then let’s go Mr. Quigley,” Ricky said as he led the way, and as Lyle dutifully followed the broad shouldered lad with the bull-like neck the kid called back, “Can’t wait to see those trains.”

***

“You don’t have any idea how jealous I used to be when Donald would tell me about coming over here. We shared a bedroom and when he would get home and bedtime he would tell me all about what you did to him,” Ricky said as Lyle drove towards his house. “He told it all it great detail and I would be listening and jerking off under the sheets.”

“He – shouldn’t have said anything,” Lyle mumbled, jumping when the passenger’s hand came over and clamped onto her skinny thigh. “Those were private times.”

“Donald used to say he was scared that your wife would come down and see you two there naked while the train chugged around the track ignored,” Ricky continued. “Then when it was time for him to go home your wife would give you some homemade cookies to take on the way home. Does she still bake?”

“No.”

“Donald used to think it was funny that you would be rimming him while upstairs he could hear her walking around the kitchen up above and humming,” Ricky recalled. “Is she going to be home when we get there?”

“No. Working,” Lyle explained as he pulled into the driveway. “She can’t retire for another year.”

“Oh well, at least then you to can enjoy each other’s company 24/7, right Mr. Quigley?”

“I guess,” Lyle mumbled as they got out of the car.

***

“How come you don’t play around with it anymore?” Ricky asked after the two got downstairs, gesturing at the dusty cover on the table top train layout.

“I dunno.”

“No fun to play with yourself?” Ricky said with a grin. “Well, I’m here now. Why don’t you get the thing going.”

“Don’t even know if it works anymore,” Lyle said as he pulled it in, but after hitting a couple of switches the locomotive started pulling the eight rail cars behind it through the elaborate little village and under the tunnel, with the operator making the whistle blow as it went.

“Still works. Did you lure a lot of kids down here with these trains?” Ricky asked, but got a stern look in return.

“I need to make something clear,” Lyle said as he but as much of an edge to his voice as he could manage. “I confess to being having a rather deviant personality and I’ve done a lot of things that would offend most people, but I never – and I mean never – brought any children down here.”

“I remember Donald had to show your his learner’s permit before he came down here.”

“And I’m going to ask of something from you that shows your age as well,” Mr. Quigley responded, and after looking at Ricky’s drivers

license he nodded and handed it back.

“Rather touchy about that I’m afraid. You see my first experience was one with a man – let’s just say he didn’t ask how old I was and didn’t care,” Lyle explained. “No harm was done but just the same, I’m not one of those types. Besides, I’m drawn to the more masculine type of young bucks, especially the more generously endowed fellows like you seem to be. Somebody like myself içerenköy escort would leave me cold.”

“Understood. Pretty cool,” Ricky said as he watched the train make the circuit a couple of times, but then his eyes went over to the comfy looking over-sized chair in the corner.

“I feel like I know this place even though I was never here,” Ricky said as he herded the little old man over to the living area. “This is where you brought Donald over to, all the while the train was rolling.”

“Yes,” Lyle admitted.

“Then you stood in front of Donald and unzipped his fly – he said he was so scared,” Ricky related. “Then he said you reached inside and fumbled around to get his dick out of his underwear, and after you pulled it out he felt so proud when you gushed over how big his cock was. Remember?”

“Yes,” Lyle mumbled as the young man stood in front of him, the old man’s eyes at the level of Ricky’s Adam’s apple.

“Well?” Ricky asked after a moment passed. “Since I’m not wearing underwear it will be easier for you this time.”

“Please, I don’t want to do this. I’ve changed. It’s a sin,” Lyle said, suddenly getting cold feet and trying to fight the demons inside of him.

“Don’t know about the sin part but I’m damn sure you want to,” Ricky told the old man as he grabbed his bony wrist. “Besides, Donald was a scared and naive 18 year old guy who really didn’t want to do this either at first, but that didn’t stop you, did it? Funny though that Donald sure did want to after that. You made him realize the kind of guy he really was, just like he did to me.”

“You haven’t changed Mr. Quigley, and you never will,” Ricky told the senior as his shaking fingers took the zipper down. “We are what we are.”

Lyle inhaled deeply through his teeth as he extracted the spongy semi-erect cock from Ricky’s shorts, and as he looked at the gigantic uncut phallus the owner proudly noted, “You like that don’t you Mr. Quigley? I’m even bigger hard than Donald. Only an inch or two, but it really bugs him. Well?”

“It’s – quite impressive,’ Lyle wobbly voice replied as he held the boy’s cock lightly.

“Remember what you did next Mr. Quigley?” Ricky asked as the lad reached over and undid the senior’s baggy slacks, the trousers crashing to the concrete when it got free. “It’s probably what you did to all the guys that came down here. You took your boxers down to show Donald your dick…”

Ricky reached over and gave the worn briefs a yank to send them on their way, and after smiling at what was uncovered he continued.

“Then you… well, why don’t you do it all just like you did back then?” Ricky suggested. “I always loved this part. Pretend I’m Donald and this is four years ago.”

“I – I held my penis up next to his,” Lyle recalled as he brought his pale slender organ over and placed it on top of the beige behemoth he held in his other hand, almost mocking the disparity between them. “I told him to look… look how much bigger you are than me I said.”

“Feels nice Mr. Quigley – our cocks rubbing together like this doesn’t it?” Ricky asked, and after the senior nodded he asked, “Feel me getting hard?”

“Yes,” Lyle gasped as he watched the lad’s organ get even longer.

“You made my brother feel special that day. Donald told me he was surprised that you weren’t embarrassed at how tiny your dick was,” Ricky related. “But then he said that it seemed to him like you got off over the size difference, just like you got off by telling him to do those things to you. You liked being humiliated and dominated. Was he right?”

“Yes,” Lyle almost sobbed as he held their now erect cocks together.

“Donald said that one time you told him that you wished your wife wasn’t such a prude because you would love to watch him fuck your old lady and then clean you both up afterward,” Ricky said. “You never got to do that with Donald though huh?”

“No.”

“You think she’s changed any since then?” Ricky asked. “I wouldn’t mind doing her.”

“No – she would never,” Lyle sighed, and after looking down at Ricky’s nearly erect phallus he shuddered and added, “She would run away in fright if she saw this. You would tear her up.”

“You aren’t afraid though are you?”

“No,” Lyle croaked.

“Then this is your lucky day Mr. Quigley. OUR lucky day. Now take my clothes off.”

Lyle reluctantly let go of their cocks and looked at the only two articles of clothing Ricky had on after the boy kicked off his sandals. The lad’s cock waved obscenely out of his open fly as Lyle pulled Ricky’s tank-top up and over his head, revealing a smooth muscular chest and abs that suggested that while he might not have been a body builder he was incredibly fit.

“What do you think?” the cocky kid asked as he stood there for inspection, even striking a pose to make his physique even more impressive looking. “Loosen up Mr. Quigley.”

“You’re quite beautiful,” Lyle whispered as he felt himself giving in, unable to fight off the kartal escort demons within him as he reached up and squeezed the rock hard bicep, unable to make a dent in the muscle.

Lyle leaned closer, his eyes on Ricky’s as he gently kissed the bronze bicep, and although he wished the boy wouldn’t watch him he kissed it again, even gently biting the muscle to Ricky’s amusement.

“Don’t be shy Mr. Quigley,” Ricky said as he held the pose, moving around a bit to make the muscles ripple. “After all, I know everything you like. Everything. No reason to hold back now.”

So Lyle kept kissing Ricky’s muscular arm, even nibbling up the top of the broad shoulder before moving downward, and when his lips reached the ridge of the lad’s chiseled armpit Ricky let out a sigh.

“Yeah,” Ricky hissed as he watched the senior citizen plant butterfly kisses up and down his armpit before Lyle started to lose control. “Been a long time since I showered this morning but I know you don’t mind. Ohhh!”

Ricky shuddered as Lyle’s kissing got more passionate, and then the old fellow was practically climbing his thigh as Lyle licked the musky hairs, snorting and slobbering with his face buried in the hollow until finally Ricky pulled his face gently back with a fistful of the older man’s thinning scalp.

“Lots of life in the old dog still isn’t there?” Ricky sneered as the flushed-faced man wheezed, dragging him around to his other side and let him repeat the process with his other arm.

“What are you doing Mr. Quigley?” Ricky asked when he realized that while the old man was practically worshipping his bicep and armpit, Mr. Quigley was humping his thigh. “Are you getting yourself off on me?”

Ricky Morton got his answer when a minute later the senior groaned, the rubbing of his dick and balls on the muscular hairy thigh resulting his him having an orgasm all over Ricky’s hip.

“You are one kinky old man,” Ricky sneered as the old man sheepishly pulled his face out from under his arm.

“I’ll clean you up,” Lyle Quigley mumbled as he knelt down on the cement floor and licked his seed off of Ricky, holding a rock hard buttock with his left hand while bringing his right up to kneaded his furry scrotum that hung under the swaying monolith.

“You sure aren’t shy about using that tongue, are you Mr. Quigley?” Ricky declared as he took a step over to the side, his cock bouncing off the top of his balding skull as he looked down at him. “Lick my nuts now.”

Obediently Lyle leaned forward and began lapping at the hairy orbs, their sweaty coating and the pungent sweat seeming to inflame the senior as he tongued the meaty orbs while Ricky tapped his cock on the of Lyle’s head.

“Oh yeah – get them nuts,” Ricky howled when Lyle took the left testicle into his mouth, sucking and snorting while he ran his hands up and down Ricky’s hairy legs, and after he did the same to the slightly smaller right pouch-mate.

“I know someplace else you like to lick Mr. Quigley,” Ricky said as he took a couple steps backward and collapsed into the easy chair his older brother had spent a lot of time in, and as he swung the muscular legs up over the sides and slunk down onto the edge of the cushion he said, “Never been rimmed before. Most guys think it’s too nasty to do but I know you don’t.”

Lyle knee-walked over to where the lad was sprawled obscenely on the chair, his enormous manhood arched backward onto his belly and his balls pulled upwards so that the furry ass-crack was exposed.

“Oh yeah,” Ricky groaned as he felt the senior’s tongue licking up and down the pungent crack, and he slid even further over the edge of the chair to make the target even more accessible.

“AW!!” Ricky howled when he felt Mr. Quigley tongue poke at his balloon knot and howled even louder when the old man’s tongue pushed inside of him.

“You’re like a frigging snake,” Ricky declared as Mr. Quigley’s serpent-like churned inside his anus, and the lad had to slap the senior’s hand from his cock after he reached upwards for it, not wanting to cum yet.

“I know what you want now Mr. Quigley,” Ricky told him. “I want it too.”

Lyle nodded, and as he got to his feet, much slower as he was running out of steam, he walked around the basement checking for places he had hidden the lube. Ricky was amused at the little old man walking around naked, but also noted that his tiny pecker seemed semi-erect despite having just cum a while ago.

“The tunnel!” Lyle said as an imaginary light bulb went on over his head as he waddled over to the train set, and after the train went through the structure he lifted it and removed a tube of anal-glide from his emergency stash.

“Here it is!” Lyle said gleefully as he returned to the chair, handing the tube to Ricky who took a palm full and spread it all over his cock.

“Turn around and bend over,” Ricky directed, and as Lyle followed orders and spread them wide Ricky looked at the pale ass crack, smiling at the tiny nut sack visible as he presented for him, and then he greased the pink puckered ring.

“Oooh,” Mr. Quigley squealed as he felt the lad’s finger skewer deep inside him, although not as deep as what would come next, and after a though lubing Ricky pulled the senior over towards his lap as he gingerly climbed onto the chair as well.

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[This is in the category of “Gay Male” out or deference to those fragile souls on Literotica who are threatened by any tales that involve man-on-man sex and, to avoid challenging their fragile masculinity, want those stories in the “Gay Male” category. Those looking for true gay male sex stories may be disappointed. In fact, this is a love story between a man and a woman, though it, and the subsequent chapters I’m planning, involve heated, lustful sexual encounters between two men.]

I ran back into my office as the phone rang. “Hello,” I said in my normal business tone.

“Hi,” he said.

What the fuck?!?! He was calling me at work!!!

The call startled me. It’s not as if I’d forgotten last weekend’s events. How could I? They were probably the most intense, and troubling, sexual episodes of my life. I’d been thinking a lot about them these last few days. And Lynn and I had talked about them a little, too. My thoughts were typically tortured but the conversations with Lynn tended to ease my worries.

I’d never had any sort of sexual contact with another man before the ménage a trois Lynn and I had with Ben last Saturday. And then, I not only sat there while he fucked my wife, I wound up licking his cum from Lynn’s cunt and then—and I still couldn’t wrap my head around this one—I sucked him off right in front of Lynn. Enough said, probably, about why my thoughts about these events were rather turbulent.

The discussions Lynn and I had about these events were surprisingly consoling. What I was mostly worried about was how Lynn would look at me now. I’d read enough of the amateur on-line porn stories to know that the typical outcome from such events was that the wife completely lost respect for the husband and could never be satisfied with him again. She would openly humiliate him, cuckolding him with more “manly” men. I knew that most of these stories were made up by people with no real experience, but they had the ring of truth to them—at least to my ears.

It wasn’t so much Lynn’s words that were reassuring. An “of course I still respect you, honey,” said in the wrong tone would have been worse than her just admitting that our relationship could never be the same again—that I’d forever branded myself a wimp in her eyes.

But in everything she said, and even more importantly, in everything she did, Lynn reassured me. She kissed me with as much passion as ever—more, I think. She wanted to have sex with me more than we had since we first started dating—always in the morning and again in the evening. And on Sunday, she’d pulled me back to the bedroom for some afternoon delight. (I couldn’t think back on it without that damned “skyrockets in flight” song ringing in my ears.)

When she spoke of the events of Saturday night, it was always as if it was an adventure that we shared—and it seemed only to bring us closer. Even the acts that I most feared were irrevocably humiliating for me were portrayed by here as hot and sexy—and not at all because she felt as if I had degraded myself. Really, if you wanted a model of how a woman in a threesome with her husband and another man should conduct herself afterwards, Lynn was providing it.

So, over the last few days, I’d come to be much more comfortable with the events of last weekend. It was that growing ease that Ben’s call upset.

“This is Ben.” Well, okay, I knew that. Did he think I wouldn’t remember his voice?

“Yeah.” My voice was kind of halting and with a slight upward inflection that I hated when I heard it.

“I was wondering whether we could talk.”

“What about?”

There was a pause; he seemed a bit at a loss. Then he said, “I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking a lot about what happened last weekend…” HE’D been thinking a lot about it! I’ll be he had. Did he think I hadn’t?

“Yeah.” It was a word, but it was really the equivalent of a noncommittal grunt.

“Well, as I think back on it, it’s kind of disturbing to me.” Before I could even think the words to chime in, he continued, “and I suppose it might be to you, too.” He paused. “So I thought it might be good for both of us to just get together for a beer or something and talk a bit.”

Now it should have been my turn to talk but I couldn’t think of anything to say so, after another pause, Ben continued. “I’m a pretty regular guy. And I get the feeling you are, too. I just thought it might be good to, you know, just talk.”

“I guess so.”

“Could you meet me for a beer at McFadden’s after work?”

Well, as it happened, I could. Tonight was Lynn’s yoga class and she wouldn’t be home until about 9:00. I usually just pissed Thursday evenings away, waiting for Lynn to get home. I’d watch some TV show that I later wished I hadn’t spent any of my life watching or surf the web for some interesting porn. Really, I was free. I could have made up an excuse, of course. But I was beginning to think that just talking with Ben guy-to-guy might be a good next step in my becoming comfortable with what I’d done last weekend.

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“Great. See you then.”

It was already 3:30 so I really just had time to finish up a few things before leaving the office. Ten minutes to get to my car and 15 minutes to drive to the bar and I was there a little before 5:30.

The place was packed—I mean, shoulder-to-shoulder people. I don’t know what was going on but it was going to be a struggle just to find a place to stand. I waited for Ben outside of the bar. He walked up right on time and seemed surprised by the crowd.

“Oh, shit!” were his first words to me. “I forgot. This is their ten-year anniversary and they’re doing free appetizers and “super happy hour” prices on drinks.” He seemed no happier about the crowd than I was. “Why don’t we grab a beer at my place? My house is just around the corner.”

That sure seemed better than being packed in with a bunch of people who were motivated mainly be cheap booze. So, we walked to Ben’s house, which turned out to be a really nice, upscale brownstone. It was tastefully decorated, but clearly a bachelor pad. There was no sign of a woman’s touch.

When we got in the living room, Ben gestured for me to sit on the couch and he brought us both beers. It was good beer, a nice brown ale—a little hoppier than I usually like, but it tasted good now.

Ben tried to start the conversation with trivia. He asked about my job, how long Lynn and I had known each other, how we met, when we got married. I answered directly but didn’t expand much. Ben spared me the hackneyed, “that’s one hot wife you got there,” kind of comments. I asked him some questions about what he did, but this wasn’t really interesting me much. I decided to change the subject.

“So, Ben, what did you really want to talk about?”

“Thanks.” He seemed relieved. “It’s just that…I mean…it’s just that before last weekend, I’d never been touched by another man and I found it kind of disturbing.”

“YOU found it disturbing?!?” I said it loud, but in a tone that I thought was light-hearted. “You didn’t seem to mind.”

“No,” he sputtered. “I mean, THAT’S what I found so disturbing—later, I mean.”

“Oh.” Another noncommittal grunt, I guess.

“The whole thing was incredibly exciting. Lynn’s beautiful. I’d seen her before she approached me about a threeway.” (I kind of winced, I think. I didn’t know a lot about how Lynn had approached Ben and I didn’t want to think about it.) “I mean, I’d thought about how terrific it would be to sleep with her, but only in the way that guys think that about beautiful women they see. When she talked with me about our getting together, I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d never done anything like that and here she was, a gorgeous woman, asking me whether I wanted to sleep with her.” He took a long pull on his beer.

“I didn’t think much about her husband. I mean, I didn’t want to be chased out with a shotgun. But when she assured me that this was a consensual thing, I thought that was weird but I figured: if this chick’s husband is okay with it, it’s okay with me.”

He drank his beer again and I didn’t have anything to say so I just let his words hang there until he was ready to continue.

“So, I hadn’t thought much about you before we met. I guess I’d thought how strange it was that man would happily share his wife—especially a stunner like Lynn, though I guess I thought it would be weird no matter what the woman looked like. But I didn’t think of you as a person.”

“Then, when I met you Saturday night—when I had drinks and dinner with you—I really liked you. I realized that you and I could be friends. That made the whole thing a little stranger for me. It broke any stereotypes I’d had about what this might be like. I found myself even more out of my comfort zone than I’d been, which did nothing but make it all the more exciting.”

“When you sat back with your drink and Lynn and I began, I don’t think I’ve ever been more excited.” He was looking at me closely now, but I thought I was keeping a poker face. “I guess you could tell that I was like a man possessed then. I was completely in the moment.”

“And then when you started fucking Lynn, I know you shot your load really fast. I think that was because you were incredibly aroused by what was happening, too. I think you’d been sitting over there, drinking your Bourbon, or whatever, getting hornier and hornier. When you started fucking Lynn, you were as horny as a seventeen-year-old. When it happened, I wondered whether you were just one of those guys who’s quick on the draw. I thought that you might have had a problem and that was why you and Lynn were interested in getting another man into your bed. But the next morning, I saw how you fucked your wife. I knew that Saturday night was a special circumstance.”

“It was when you moved down to eat Lynn out that I had the most erotic voyeuristic experience of my life. I couldn’t believe how it affected me. I mean, to see you doing that and to avcılar escort think that you were eating both your cum and my cum from your wife’s cunt…it just blew my mind.”

“What’s your point?” I asked, a bit irritated. I didn’t like where this was going.

“No, no…wait.” Ben sensed my discomfort. “No. The point is, I was ready to fit you into the wimpy, cuckolded husband role. But then we took that shower together. Lynn didn’t neglect me, of course. But I watched as she touched you and sucked you off.” Another drink of his beer. If this story was going to go on much longer, we’d need refills.

“Lynn was attracted to me, I think. I think she enjoyed sex with me.” That was obvious, I thought. “But she loves you. She wanted everything from you that man could hope his wife would want from him. She doesn’t just love you; she’s yours, completely. It was so clear to me in that moment that you weren’t the wimpy cuckold. You and Lynn were one with each other—just exploring together a new experience.”

I was pretty pleased with how this long soliloquy was ending up, even if some of the steps along the way were a little uncomfortable for me. Ben got up and refilled our beers. While he was gone, I thought about how his take on Lynn’s and my situation exactly mirrored what I’d finally begun to trust was the truth.

When Ben got back with our beers, he went on. “As I was falling asleep, I just kept thinking how lucky you were. I mean, really, to have a smart, beautiful woman like Lynn love you and go anywhere you wanted to go…what more could a man ask for?” I decided not to tell Ben that the threesome with a guy wasn’t exactly where I had wanted to go.

“In the morning, when I woke up to you sucking my cock, I was surprised. Shocked, really.” He took another drink. “Like I said, I’d never had a guy touch me before. I don’t know how I would have reacted if I’d really been awake. But I woke up gradually with my cock already in your mouth.”

I watched him for any signs of disdain or contempt, but if he felt those things, he was a good actor.

“I mean, it felt so goddam wonderful. There was something about the fact that the husband of the woman I’d just fucked the night before was sucking my cock—giving me so much pleasure—that just drove me crazy…in a good way…a great way, really. And then Lynn started kissing me, passionately. I gotta tell you, Saturday night, I didn’t think that anything could get me hotter. But your wife kissing me while you sucked my cock…well, it took me to a level that I never even imagined existed.”

I picked up on this finally and decided to turn the monolog into a dialog. “I was asleep when it started, too, you know. It was Lynn’s idea. She pushed my head down and, by the time I began to wake up, my lips were almost against your cock.” He seemed surprised, and I went on. “You said you didn’t know what you would have done if you’d been completely awake when it started. I’m sure it never would have started if I’d been completely awake.”

Ben looked at me a long time. He seemed to be recalculating. All he said was, “Oh.” But he said it in a sort of disappointed way.

“What?” I suddenly realized that something was going on that I didn’t understand. Ben got up to bring us two more beers. We weren’t completely out yet so I think he was making an excuse to leave the conversation for a minute.

When he got back, he said, “so, you’re sorry it happened.” He said it like a declaration but I could tell it was a question.

“Well…” Maybe the beer was beginning to work on me (but I’d only started on my third) or maybe I was just feeling comfortable talking with Ben, because he really is a nice guy. Whatever the reason, I found myself being uncommonly candid. “I didn’t say that, exactly.” Now it was my turn to sip on my beer to his silence.

“I already told you that I found the whole thing disturbing. I’d never touched a guy before—well, not counting some pre-teen sleepover play—play that was all innocent daring to touch another guy type stuff.” Damn, this beer tasted better than ever. Or maybe I just liked the excuse to stop talking long enough to gather my thoughts.

“So I didn’t know what to make of it. But, when I set aside all of the reactions that I think I’m supposed to have and just try to think about what felt like, I guess it was okay.”

“Well,” Ben interjected, “from what I saw, at the time you thought it was more than ‘okay’.”

“What do you mean?”

“I may have been thoroughly drained, but I wasn’t unconscious,” he said, taking another slug of beer. “When Lynn moved down to kiss you, I saw your cock. It was hard to the point of bursting.” He looked at me closely. I didn’t want to confirm what he said, but I couldn’t deny it, either. “And then you fucked Lynn like a demon.” I still had nothing to say and he continued, “don’t tell me you weren’t turned on.”

“So…I was turned on. That’s part of what was so disturbing to me.”

“Well, it’s part of what’s made it so hard for me to stop thinking alanya escort about it. It’s part of what’s made the whole weekend so exciting to me as I replay the events. To tell you the truth, I keep coming back to that incident—your sucking my cock and getting so aroused by doing it.”

“Yeah,” another grunt disguised as a word.

“Yeah. I can’t stop thinking about it.” I suddenly realized that Ben had been running his hand up and down his thigh for a while now. I saw that his khakis were tented up in the crotch. And now his hand slid over his bulging cock.

I stared, transfixed. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was studying me closely. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from his crotch, but I knew he was watching me, gauging me response.

He slowly unzipped his fly and pulled out his now almost completely rigid cock. He was still focused on my eyes and my eyes were still focused on his, now exposed, cock. As I regarded it, sticking up proudly, hard and eager for a touch, I felt my pulse pounding—in my chest, in my groin, all through my body. I felt my throat tighten and my face burn.

Ben slowly stroked his cock with gentle strokes that were designed not so much to excite him as me. It was working, and it was obvious to Ben that it was working. I was completely focused on his beautiful shaft and I wanted to touch it again, to feel it, to take it in my mouth. My mouth felt empty—like there was an unnatural void there.

He reached over far enough to touch my shoulder. It was really just a gentle gesture—a permission to do what we both knew I wanted more than anything at that particular moment. I leaned toward Ben and wrapped my hand around his shaft as I brought my lips close. I didn’t take him in my mouth right away. I wasn’t hesitating out of uncertainty or ambivalence. And the delay was at least as hard on me as on Ben. But I wanted to savor the moment. I wanted to feel the wonderful hardness and heat in my hand. I wanted to see the gentle pulsing of his eager cock.

I wasn’t disappointed. In the light of day, I could appreciate the details of his cock much more than I was able to last weekend. I’d never examined a cock so closely. Not even my own. It’s a remarkable instrument. Ben’s was lightly veined; the veins were evident, but not pronounced. The helmet, on the other hand, was quite pronounced. The ridge was very distinct and the skin was much more purple than the rest of his cock.

As my hand moved up and down Ben’s cock, I watched how his ball sack moved, up and down, dragged by the motion of my hand. His balls were clearly evident in his scrotum and I liked the way they moved gently to my stroking of his cock.

Finally, I had delayed as long as I could. It’s not as if the pause was easy for me, either. I brought my lips to the hot head of Ben’s cock and took it just far enough into my mouth to feel the ridge of his helmet inside my lips. Squeezing my lips a bit, I pulled on and off feeling the edge of his helmet caress my lips as it moved in and out of my mouth.

I moved off the couch, kneeling between Ben’s legs to get better access. Holding his shaft with one hand, I was fumbling with the other to unbuckle his belt and get his pants off. He pushed my hand out of the way and undid his pants. As he raised his hips to slip his pants and underpants off, his cock pressed deeply into my mouth, bottoming out at my throat. I had to pull off of him quickly for his underpants to slip off. As he pushed them down, his cock sprung back like a diving board, and I took his dick, now wet with my saliva, back in my mouth.

There was some awkwardness as Ben worked to get his pants completely off but I managed to keep him in my mouth throughout those contortions. When I could settle back into a rhythm, I worked my lips over his rigid rod and cupped his balls in one hand. Then I pushed my tongue out between my bottom lip and the underside of his cock, stimulating the most sensitive part of his cock. Ben was writhing and moaning in ecstasy.

He was clearly coming along quickly and I wasn’t sure I wanted it to end so soon, so I pulled off, gasping for breath and taking in the sight of his swollen member, slick with my saliva, throbbing with desire inches before my eyes.

It was clear that this hiatus was frustrating for both of us but I could tell that he, too, didn’t want things to come to a climax too soon. Stroking him gently with one hand, just to keep the pressure on, I looked up at his face. If I’d seen condescension or disgust in his eyes, that would have broken the spell and ended this entire scene—certainly to Ben’s dismay but, surprisingly, to mine as well. But I saw there only an intense, burning lust. When he opened his eyes and saw me looking at him, I saw a slight smile, too. But it wasn’t a smirk of superiority. It was the smile of friends sharing a special experience.

I used my thumb to stroke the tender underside of his cock while I reached under his nut sack to caress his perineum. I was touching him in two of the places that were the most sensitive parts of his body, at least if he was anything like me. Ben twitched with pleasure and I was suddenly filled with a startling sense of power. Who knew? All my life, when a woman had been sucking on my cock, I thought I was the one with the power. She was on her knees, a stereotypically subservient position.

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As I said before I lived by a Truck Stop rest area in the Chicago area and my apartment was just a short walk up the back access road. This was one of my favorite places to go at night and even in the day sometimes and sit in a stall and suck cock, drink loads of cum and sometime get fucked through the partition or in the back of some truckers cab.

I had these two hot truckers that traveled this area all the time and I had been sucking their cocks and getting fucked by them for some time now; about a year. They had my number and would always call and let me know when they were coming through. Sometimes alone and other times they would be there at the same time and that was my favorite time.

I was also very unaware that my truckers coming and going from my apartment was being monitored by a couple of 30 something men that lived with their wives in the building.

I had seen both men around the building many times and we always acknowledged each other but I never gave it any other thought. Both were nice looking with well defined bodies, which I would check out during the summer months when they tended to hang out in shorts and tanks. Their wives were best friends and looked like a couple of Barbie Dolls.

I was out by the pool one hot weekend day and these two men came out in snug fitting board shorts and it was very clear to my well trained eye’s that they both commando under the shorts. Both looked like they were swinging some pretty serious meat as they nodded at me and then both jumped into the pool.

When they came out of the pool right in front of where I was lounging I definitely got an eye full as the board shorts were now molded to their bodies making their sizable cocks and balls very visible.

I was wearing my usual hot yellow bikini which I must admit showed off my cock & balls but really accented my hot ass when I would roll over and sun my backside. They walked right past me while blatantly adjusting their packages and my face flushed as I started to throw a hard-on.

They laid out on a couple of lounge chairs near me and kept talking, laughing and then looking over at me as though to make sure I was still watching them. I got a bit flustered and decided to call it a day and go back inside.

As I got up to leave it was very evident that I was hard, it was also very clear that they were both now sporting semi-stiff cocks, now I flushed even more as I found it very difficult to lift my gaze for their cocks to their eyes. bayrampaşa escort

The men watched me as I left and said “see you later” to which I just nodded as I could not speak and got redder and harder, looked again at their growing cocks and just dashed for my apartment. I could hear them laughing as I made it to the apartment door.

My living room sliding glass doors look out over the pool area and I couldn’t resist taking another look at these two studs lounging by the pool.

Being the complete cock slut that I am I stripped off my bikini and stood naked by the open glass doors as I stared at their hot, more mature bodies and began to take in the ones sexy chest hair and the others very smooth hairless chest.

With just a light dusting of hair going from his navel and then under the waist band of the short, while the other with the hairy chest had a very sexy trail of thick hair traveling down and disappearing into his board shorts. I was soon throwing a full hard-on.

As I scanned back up their bodies I met with their eyes looking directly at me and enjoying the fact that I had a hard-on just from desire for their stud bodies. In unison they both reached down and groped their cocks and smiled back at me and began to get up and gather their things.

Ever the tease I slowly turned around so that they could see my horny ass and looking over my shoulder I watched them as they stood as I brought my right hand back to my ass and rubbed my fingers into my crack and over my hole.

I could see they were both becoming very aroused and they nodded at me groped themselves again and walked into the building. The next thing I new there was a knock at my door. I peaked through the peep hole knowing it was the two hot neighbors from down by the pool coming to have the cock slut neighbor service them.

I boldly opened the door naked and hard and was greeted by their smiling faces and hot, bare muscular torsos. I could not resist and looked down to see their board short with the clear outlines of two large stiff cocks straining to be released. They both laughed and said “are you going to invite us in or should we just go home?” I just nodded and opened the door wide.

They walked in and went to the fridge and helped themselves to a couple of beers and dropped their towels on the table, kicked off their flip flops walked into the living room turned to face me and untied their board shorts and let them beykoz escort fall to their feet and stepped out of them as their big, thick cocks rose to full pre-cum leaking erections.

They sat back on the sofa buck ass naked with those two hot fucking cocks sticking straight up waiting for my attentions. Their two hard cocks were things of beauty, both were about 8″ to 8.5″ of hard, thick porn quality cocks.

The slightly taller of the two said “this is what you want isn’t it?” I did not know what to say and just nodded yes as I licked my lips. “Then come and show us how much you want them Jim”.

No names had been exchanged at that time and I wondered how they knew my name but fuck it, I just went to the sofa and down onto my knees and took each of those hot cocks into my hands and lightly stroked them.

They were hard and powerful and I just looked back into their eyes as if asking how and the taller one again said “we see you go visiting the truck stop at night and climbing up into the trucks with the drivers.”

“The other night you came back with what looked like a gallon of cum all over you; in your hair and on those slutty shorts you always wear.” “You must have been very busy.” I just blushed and continued to stroke their hard shafts.

“We’ve also seen two of your trucker friends come up to your apartment.” “We were hoping you would show us the same hospitality.” “You do like what you’ve got in your hands Jim, don’t you?” I nodded, it seems that was the only thing I was capable of doing as words would not form in my mouth. “Then they’re all yours so start sucking.”

I leaned in and washed both of their cock heads with my tongue, they tasted clean with that slight pool chlorine scent. I stroked the tall guys cock and went down to the base on the other, “god damn” was all he could say and I then proceeded to bob up and down while jacking the other, then over to the other guys cock and down to the base I went again.

“Jesus you sure know how to suck cock” and “no wonder those truckers are so eager to let you in.” “Scott, this boy is fucking great.”

So that was the tall one name! I was slobbering all over that big dick when I felt ‘Scott’ reach back and slide his hand into the crack of my ass. I let out a very audible moan as Scott begin to finger my hole when the other guy said “he seems to really like that; you like having that ass played with and getting fucked? I could only nod yes.

So beyşehir escort you like taking cock at both ends, don’t you Jim?” I could only barely nod as my mouth and throat was stuffed with cock.

As Scott began to push two fingers into my hole, he said “Terry, Jim here is taking two fingers straight up his ass with no resistance at all.” So, I’m sucking on Terry; now I’ve got the names of these two horny studs.

Terry is real hairy, I’m playing with his nipples and rubbing his hairy chest as I work over his cock and Scott is so smooth it almost looks as though he might shave or wax any hair off. Both of them obviously work out and have hot muscular bodies. I was in cock heaven as I bobbed up and down on Terry’s big dick taking it all the way down to the pubes.

Scott gets off the sofa and gets behind me and slowly starts pushing three fingers up my ass, now I’m on fire and come off of Terry’s cock and beg “oh god fuck me, that feels so great.”

“You hear that Scott? I think Jim here needs a big hard cock up his boy pussy so I say you oblige him.” I point to the side table and Terry laughs as he picks up the big tub of lube grease I have there and hands it to Scott.”

I come back off Terry’s cock and watch as Scott just pushes his whole cock head into the jar and then aims for my fuck hole. My eyes roll back as he just pushes the entire length of that big cock straight up my chute and I let out a groan as I drop my mouth back over Terry’s fuck stick.

With both my ass muscles and throat muscles I show both those studs what I can do to their meat.

Both are now grunting and groaning and I know they are about to cum. As Scott plows my ass pussy my over stimulated prostate can’t take it any longer and I start to cum all over the floor and Terry’s legs.

Terry’s cock swells and I can feel the first jets of his cum going straight down my throat and I pull back a bit so that I can taste and drink his pungent man cum. Scott starts to cuss and swear and begins to fill my ass to overflowing.

Cum is coming out of my mouth and ass at the same time as both fill me to overflowing. They both slow down yet leave their deflating cocks in both of my holes so that they and especially I can savor the hot and fantastic fuck we just had.

I finally pull off both of their dicks and begin to lick and clean the mess I made on Terry’s legs. Both Scott and Terry are so spent that they both lay back on the sofa while I get up and go the the bathroom to clean myself up a bit.

I slip into the kitchen and get us all a beer and walk back into the living room and sit down between my two fuck studs and hand each a glass and toast to a beautiful friendship. I set my drink down and wrap my hands around their spent yet still tumescent cocks.

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I recently bought a love doll. Unfortunately, my friend Matt found out. We ended up sharing my doll Jessica together. After we both fucked her Matt told me he was a bisexual. Even more than that, he said he would like having man sex with me. I didn’t reply to him but after all this happened, I started thinking about my friend.

A few days had passed and Matt arrived at my door.

“I haven’t heard from you in awhile,” he said to me.

“I had a lot to think about after you told me you wanted man sex.”

“Sorry about that, I just wanted to be honest with you,” Matt told me.

“It’s okay, I will admit I thought long and hard about what you told me.”

“As long as we are talking about this I might as well tell you that I sometimes get turned on thinking about you. When I saw you naked, I wanted you right then,” Matt said to me.

“I can’t say I ever wanted another man fucking my ass,” I told Matt.

Matt laughed. “That’s understandable, I would let you take me.”

Damn, this was getting out of control it seemed to me. Matt didn’t wait for a reply. He began to undress before me. In a few minutes my friend was completely naked. He walked over to me and pulled up on my shirt. I stood there speechless as he pulled my pants and underwear down to the floor. He said to step out of my clothes.

There we were, both of us naked in my living room. Matt got right up to me. Our cocks were bahçelievler escort touching. Matt placed his arm around my waist and drew me in tight to his body. I ended up having my first kiss with a man. I will admit I was getting so turned on. Our cocks were getting really hard and Matt was starting to breath heavily.

“I want you badly Jason,” he told me.

Matt broke away and knelt down in front of me. He took hold of my dick and brought it to his lips. Matt slowly inhaled me. He wrapped his arms around the back of my thighs and took my dick deep down his throat. I gave into what Matt was doing. I fed him my thick member. Matt got me as hard as I could ever remember. Once I was totally erect, he pulled away.

“Let’s go back to the bedroom,” he said to me.

Matt led me by the cock. Once we made it to the bedroom, there was my doll Jessica on the bed. I moved her out of the way and Matt got onto his back. He told me to get on top of him. I did as he said. Our cocks were having a sword fight. I could never say this to Matt’s face but I wanted him badly at right that very moment.

“Go easy,” he said to me.

I didn’t have any condoms. It was going to be bareback fucking. Matt took hold of my dick and aligned his ass with my mushroom. I began entering my friend’s tight bottom. Matt let out this cry as I slowly pushed into him an inch at a time. bakırköy escort Matt wrapped his legs around my back. I was able to enter him completely after a few minutes. God, were his ass muscles tight! I started feeding Matt my entire length. Matt placed his hands on my cheeks and he held on as we fucked for the first time.

“I wanted you so much Jason, give it to me,” he said.

I did just that. I was all the way inside my friend’s bottom. Matt was crying out for me to fuck him as hard as I could. I did take Matt deep and hard. My balls were slapping against his bottom. I admit, I never felt anything quite like this before. We must have gone close to an hour. Matt said not to pull out. He wanted to feel me cum inside his sphincter.

I didn’t know if that was such a great idea but I couldn’t bring myself to stop or pull out. My balls were pinching and I finally had to let go. I sent a huge load of my cream deep into my friend’s bottom. Matt held on tight to my body as I blew wads of my cum into his greedy hole. We probably continued for fifteen minutes or more before I finally pulled out.

My white sauce came pouring out of Matt’s asshole.

“Oh my God!” Matt told me. “No one ever fucked me like that.”

We kissed each other as we tried to calm down some. Our cocks were touching once more. Eventually we were on the bed side by side, holding each other. başakşehir escort

“I hope we can do that again sometime soon,” he told me.

We ended up showering together. With the water hitting us, it felt like the heat got turned up once more. Matt was standing behind me in the shower. I felt him rubbing his prick up and down my ass crack. I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to stop. I felt the tip of Matt’s cock at my opening. Suddenly he pushed into my bottom. I cried out as he pushed completely into my virgin hole.

I had my hands on the shower wall as Matt took me hard. I know I was screaming as Matt had every hard inch inside my body. I let my friend punish my ass for the very first time. Even though the water was lubricating our fucking, it hurt like hell. Matt didn’t last all that long.

“I’m cumming!” He cried out.

Th next thing I felt was Matt’s warm spunk entering my bowels. He blew one load after another into my body. After he finally pulled out, I pushed his spunk out of my aching hole. We got out of the shower and dried each other off.

“What did you think?” He asked me.

I said I never experienced anything quite like that before. Matt said he hoped we could continue our man sex together. What has happened is that sometimes we will start out having sex with Jessica, my sex doll. Once we get turned on together, we will make love to each other. We have tried various positions. Sometimes we both ride each other’s cock. We will also fuck each other from behind. I never in my wildest dream thought I would enjoy man to man sex with my best friend.

Right now, there is no need to find another woman or man to have sex with. I have everything I need with Matt and my love doll Jessica.

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