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Hello to my lovely readers out there. I would like to welcome you to the tenth chapter of my story. It has been a great journey and thank you for making it this far with me. This chapter is all for you and I hope you find it interesting. Don’t forget to drop your comments and rates at the end. Enjoy…

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Adrian opened the door leading from the bathroom and slowly came out. With one towel wrapped around his waist and the other tied around his head to dry the hair, he went straight to the dressing mirror and stood there. He examined himself in the mirror not forgetting to check out his ass. His eyes were bluer than he remembered…his face brighter…his ass was getting bigger, thanks to Nicholas’ sweet cum.

Thinking about Nicholas actually made him sigh as the memories of what had happened the previous day slipped through his mind. What followed was a heart beating faster as a sweet, sensual vibration travelled to the rest of his body. He was suddenly trembling but not of fear but of excitement and the pleasure brought about by those wonderful memories.

Next thing that appeared was a bright smile which warmed up his mood. He was not yet back with Nicholas but giving him pleasure the previous day had been beautiful and intense. The feel of Nicholas’ sweet, hard throbbing cock was overwhelming and that wet spot which had formed when he had come was sweet.

“Oh!” Adrian sighed, smiling as he removed the towel from his head.

He felt his wet, long hair falling all the way to his back making him feel cold. He then took the towel and began drying his hair with it. He felt like love was in the air as he couldn’t pull that smile away from his face. He felt like something was missing though and he knew what exactly it was, a song.

With that in his mind, he slowly opened his mouth and began singing one of his favorite songs.

“I can’t sleep tonight, wide awake and so confused…everything is in line but I’m bruised. I need a voice to echo…I need a ride to take me home…”

He sang the song with his heart as he slowly began whining his waist, imagining Nicholas gripping his waist from behind and then kissing his neck. He slowly started slipping in his thoughts as they slowly took him miles of thinking. He lost control of everything around him. He went to another dimension which was of nothing but happy, pleasurable thoughts. He still didn’t have Nicholas by his side but the thoughts were just as exciting as the reality.

Adrian was so lost in his thoughts that he totally forgot that he had to go and check if Victoria and Jake had already done their work. He was supposed to check long ago but he woke up late and his shower took quite some time.

Letting the towel from his waist fall to the floor, Adrian went to the other room to dress up. The day was gonna be fun and he had to wear something simple but at least showed his body. He wasn’t yet back with Nicholas but hey, a guy needs to look good to impress his husband.

Adrian quickly grabbed a brown skinny pant, yellow t-shirt and blue sandals. He went back to the room, applied lotion on his body dressed up and sat on a chair and attended to his hair. He fixed it into a sexy pony tail, made it shiny and grinned.

After making sure that he was all done he quietly left the room and headed downstairs. Slowly walking towards the elevator, he stopped and glared at Nicholas’ room. He wondered if the handsome hunk was still in that room or already at his company.

“Won’t be long now,” Adrian whispered. “I’ll be back in that room.”

Much as Adrian wanted to get back with Nicholas he still had a mission to teach the people who had meddled in his relationship to not mess with him. He knew if he revealed the truth he wouldn’t get another chance to deal with them so Nicholas had to wait for another time.

Adrian slowly moved his face away and headed straight for the elevator which took him all the way down to the living room. He had barely got out when he heard a voice. He slowly got out as the voice kept getting closer. It was Noah and he seemed pissed as he came into the living room.

“Seriously mom, this has got to stop.” He seethed, grabbing a bag by the couch. “I know you’re trying to take care of us but please, call the maids back.”

“How can I do that?” Victoria answered, following behind her son. She was dressed in a blue dress which seemed dirty. Her hair was tied in a pony tail and her mood was definitely not bright at all. She seemed mad.

“Mom,” Noah said as he headed for the door. “It’s as easy as picking up the phone and calling them back to this house. Do you want me to be eating food at restaurants? You’ve refused for anyone else to cook and your cooking is terrible.”

“What am I supposed to do?” Victoria yelled, gripping her hair. “It’s beyond my control.”

Victoria quickly covered her mouth when she realized what she had said to her son. What’s wrong with me, Victoria thought, fear slowly clipping into her? Seriously, she’s gonna tell the truth even before Adrian fatih escort does show that CD to the rest of the family members.

Victoria’s fear increased once she looked around and saw Adrian standing near the elevator, smiling and winking at her. It was like he was happy and probably cursing her for being stupid. How the hell could she be so stupid?

“What?” Noah quickly turned, facing his mother with a grimace. He raised his eyebrow and took a good look at her. She seemed nervous and smiled faintly. “What do you mean it’s beyond your control?”

“No, son,” Victoria gulped, hiding her shaking hand. “What I meant to say is that…err…”

“Are you okay?” Noah asked, moving his hand to her face. He was trying to see if she was completely alright.

“I’m fine.” Victoria smiled, slightly moving away from Noah. “Just go…I’m sure there are a lot of patients waiting for you.”

Noah suspected like something was wrong. His mother had spoken in anger and she might have spoken the right thing. He slowly looked around and saw Adrian standing near the elevator with a bright smile on his face, a smile which ruined his mood. Noah angrily looked away and smiled faintly at his mother.

“I’m leaving,” he said softly, touching his mother’s feet. “Just remember what I’ve told you today.”

“Just go,” Victoria said. Her mood was ruined.

Noah rose and kissed his mother on the cheeks. Then he left, hoping for his mother to take into consideration what he had just said. Seriously, he couldn’t take eating anymore of that food. And he had thought it was just for a day. He couldn’t bear it anymore.

Victoria on the other hand looked at her son leaving the house. What he had told was absolutely impossible. How the hell was she going to stop cooking when all the orders had started coming from that stupid little boy who made her blood boil? The only way she’d stop cooking was if Adrian ordered her to.

Victoria sighed angrily, quickly turned with her eyes dropped on the floor. She was suddenly fuming, desiring to make Adrian pay for playing a fast one on her.

“Stupid little, annoying whore can’t just…” Victoria trailed off as she raised her face to see Adrian standing right in front of her. He had his arms crossed on his chest and the frown on his face showed her he was in a really bad mood and fuck…what if he had heard her?

“How did you get here?” She smiled faintly, hoping to hear his answer.

Adrian chuckled softly. “Ever heard of lightning speed?”

“What?” Victoria gasped, panting.

“By the way,” Adrian chuckled, looking at her. “I hope you’ve already made breakfast?”

“Don’t worry,” Victoria was more than pissed with Adrian. “I’ve already made…”

“Oh, yes,” He exclaimed as he swung his hand in the air. “I could tell from the expression on your son’s face.” He chuckled making Victoria angrier. “By the way, if there is any food left you know what to do with it.”

Victoria stared at Adrian and chuckled angrily. There was nothing as bad as getting orders from Adrian and eating that awful food. Wasn’t it enough that she was making the worst food? Did Adrian have to make her eat it too?

“Don’t worry,” Victoria tried to hiss but she realized quickly and replaced it with a groan.

“Good!” Adrian couldn’t help but smile teasingly at Victoria. “And don’t try to act smart with me because…”

“I said, don’t worry.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “I don’t have a choice anyway.”

“It’s good to know that we understand each other.”

“Of course,” Victoria shrugged, crossing her arms on her chest. “If you choose to…”

“Fine,” Adrian chimed in, signaling his hand to make her stop talking. “You may now leave, mother. There’s lots of work to be done.”

Victoria angrily got away and left the living room. Adrian smiled and walked to the kitchen to make himself breakfast. After breakfast he was gonna sit and watch them work. It just felt really good to order some people around, he laughed.

****

Nicholas held a pen in his hands trying to sign a document but it was like he was frozen right there. He couldn’t move or do anything at all. His mind was somewhere else, thinking about Adrian and the pleasure he had given him the previous night. It had happened last night but Nicholas could still feel that hand rubbing furiously on his crotch.

He could still feel cum flooded in his pants even though it was not there. He had found out after stripping that there was so much cum in his pants after throwing Adrian out. He had taken a shower and spent hours thinking about the things that had happened in his room. Even sitting on that chair he still couldn’t believe that it had happened. His heart had accepted it but his mind was still in question.

Nicholas gasped and touched his chest when he heard a finger snapping. He breathed in deeply, looking up at the most bright smile he has seen since he had woken up, George. It made him wonder why his friend grinned like that.

“You güngören escort scared me,” Nicholas breathed faster as his heart raced and his memories went away.

“Adrian, again,” George asked, throwing his ass on Nicholas’ table.

Nicholas sighed deeply. “Yes! He came to my room yesterday.”

“I know,” George grinned. “I talked to him last night and…” George trailed off as Adrian’s words rang in his heard. “Don’t tell Nicholas.” He lost his smile as he thought of Adrian’s exact words. It made him to be hurt too because he felt like an idiot for accusing a good boy like Adrian.

On the other hand, Nicholas paid complete attention to his best friend. After talking about Adrian he just seemed lost and his smile went away. Could Adrian have done or said something that made George like that, Nicholas wondered, snapping his finger like George had done on him.

“Hey!” Nicholas snapped his finger. George looked at him and opened his eyes wide.

“Uh,” He exclaimed.

“Did Adrian say something to you?”

“What?” George frowned, chuckling nervously. “No! I just told the guy to leave you alone.”

George knew he was lying to his friend and it hurt him a lot. He was only doing it because he’d promised Adrian he’d keep everything a secret till he was done dealing with Victoria and Jake which would possibly be in a day or two, right? He wanted to pull him out of his misery and tell him the truth but he somehow felt that just like him, Nicholas had not trusted Adrian so what he was passing through was also a part of his fault. Call it as a punishment for not trusting Adrian enough.

“Oh!” Nicholas furiously took a pen and began signing on the document. He somehow didn’t want to talk about Adrian because he had a lot to think about as it was.

“Did Adrian…”

“Please,” Nicholas pleaded. “I don’t wanna talk about Adrian right now.”

“I was just asking what he came to do in your room.”

Nicholas dropped his pen as he immediately went down memory lane to the time when Adrian was massaging his cock. Feeling that kind of pleasure again had been intense and he’d cum so much. Remembering about what happened actually made his cock twitch as blood started rushing to it making it rise to life. His cock was now in full swing, throbbing painfully and missing the action which had happened the day before. If he could repeat what had happened he’d willing do it. Plus he hadn’t forgotten that he’d confessed that he didn’t want to divorce Adrian, ever.

“Nothing,” Nicholas said softly, picking up the pen to continue signing the documents. “He just wanted to talk…about us.”

“Really,” George was excited but he didn’t want his friend to know about it. He didn’t want him to know that he’d found out the truth. “Did you talk to him?”

“No!” Nicholas knew that he had very well talked to Adrian plus more had happened but he couldn’t tell his friend what had happened. He couldn’t just open his mouth and say, “Hey! We talked and he massaged my cock till I spurt a load of cum in my pants.” It was a secret which was between him and Adrian.

Speaking of Adrian, Nicholas didn’t know how he’d face him. He was sure the boy would now come to him more often. “It’s your fault you stupid fool.” Nicholas thought. “You couldn’t just resist his seduction. Serves you right for allowing him to massage your cock and make you cum.”

“Do you remember our conversation yesterday?” George muttered.

“About what,” Nicholas knew exactly what George meant.

“Do you at times think Adrian is innocent?”

Nicholas stopped signing and looked up at George’s face. He wondered where all these questions were coming from. This was the same George who had told him to forget about everything and move on. Why was he interrogating him now?

“Where is this coming from?” Nicholas asked in a serious tone. He was sought of getting angry.

“Nothing,” George shrugged, opening his arms. “I just thought that I haven’t asked you about what you think and…”

“The evidence was there.” Nicholas chimed in, angry. “If you don’t mind can we drop this topic? It just brings sad memories. You know where I stand when it comes to Adrian.”

“Yeah,” George said, patting on his shoulder as he got off the table. “I’m sorry I’ll drop it.”

“Thank you!” Nicholas said, smiling faintly.

George knew Nicholas was still in love with Adrian. He couldn’t wait to see them together again. He was gonna be happy for his friend. He deserved to be happy for all his life. Having a mother like Victoria was really a curse, George thought, looking at his friend signing the papers.

“Wanna grab a bite,”

Nicholas looked up at George and smiled. “Sure, I could use some food.”

Nicholas smiled, got up and went out of the office. But he was still thinking about what had happened between Adrian and him in the room. That was another happy memory he was gonna remember even though he was no longer with Adrian.

****

Adrian took a glass kadıköy escort of juice, held it closer to his mouth and took a sip. He was in a really good mood seeing Jake and Victoria in the living room cleaning and mopping. There was nothing better to do than watch the two of them suffer while they actually worked. He’d made a great plan with George and he was waiting for it to come into action. No one was at the house except granny. Clara, Emily and Arianna went shopping while the rest went to work.

Slowly coming down the stairs, Adrian held the glass tightly, glancing at the watch. It was 11.am, perfect for his plans to work. He slowly went down and when he had taken the last step on those stairs he heard the door bell ring. He immediately raised his face, his eyes widening and his smile brightening.

He fixed himself up and looked to see Victoria looking straight at the door. He knew what she was thinking, what if someone comes and sees the way she was looking like? But he didn’t care.

On the other hand, Victoria’s eyes widened. So many questions rushed through her brain. She was suddenly feeling scared, adrenaline rushing to the rest of her body as her heart began pounding deep in her chest. She quickly moved her gaze to Jake who was busy working and didn’t seem bothered.

Whoever was at the door, Victoria didn’t want to be seen the way she was looking. Her hair was a mess. She had no makeup on and her dress…she had no comments about the dress. Whatever it was she couldn’t be in the living room when whoever was at the door came inside.

With that fear in mind, Victoria quickly got up and began heading to the kitchen as fast as her legs could carry her. She needed to move faster and pretend as if she had some work or she had to cook lunch, yes lunch, anything just to get away from that place.

“Mother,”

Victoria stopped and gulped as she heard Adrian’s voice. She was scared and her heart was pounding. She just stood there without turning. Her hands were shaking terribly, rubbing them against her apron.

Adrian smiled, slowly moving towards her. He knew the reason why his mother in law was acting like that but what was the reason for going away from that place.

“Where are you going?” Adrian asked as he neared her.

Victoria smiled faintly and quickly turned around. She knew she had to make up a lie so that she could get away. She couldn’t afford for anyone to see her looking like the way she was.

“I…I…” She stammered, pointing in the direction of the kitchen. “I’ve got to go and start preparing lunch. It’s kinda getting late and…”

“Will you go and see who’s at the door first?” Adrian chimed in cheerfully. This was a surprise for her.

“What?” Victoria breathed, holding her head. “I think…”

“Mother,” Adrian called impatiently. “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you to go and see who’s at the door.”

Victoria gulped as a shiver of fear raced to her entire body. She knew that Adrian probably wanted to humiliate her. Making her cook and look like the way she was in front of the family was one thing. Allowing someone outside the house to see her like that was another. She just couldn’t open that door. She just couldn’t do it.

“I can’t do that.” Victoria stuttered, looking at herself.

“Are you trying to provoke me?” Adrian said angrily, crossing his arms on his chest. “I asked you to open that door and I expect you to comply.”

“Please,” Victoria begged, putting her hands together. “I’ll do anything but I don’t want…”

“Why are you so scared?” Adrian asked.

“I…”

“Just go and open the door.” Adrian laughed. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Victoria knew she was defeated. Her fears had suddenly increased to a high level. The only thing that she didn’t want on this earth was people seeing her the way she was looking at that moment.

“Fine,” Victoria seethed.

She took a deep breath and headed for the door. Each step she took made her heart pound even harder in her chest. She didn’t know why but had a bad feeling about going to that door. Her mind was only focused on one thing, to find that it was a member of her family or a worker. She prayed in her heart for it to be so.

Getting closer to the door, Victoria took a deep breath as she held on to the knob. She gulped and then opened the door as wide as she could. When her eyes looked at the people at the door she actually felt scared and didn’t know what to say. It was her two friends, Maria and Joana, friends she boasted to as the classiest woman in the city. She was now in shit. The way they looked at her was actually scaring her to death.

“Joan, Maria, what are you doing here?” Victoria gasped, hiding her shaky hands in her apron pockets.

“Vic,” Joan gave out a soft laugh. “Why do you look like a maid?”

Victoria was silent. She had no idea how those two appeared at her house but she suspected Adrian had something to do with it. How could he do that to her? It was probably a punishment for what she’d done to him. Looking at her two friends she could clearly see that they were mocking and laughing at her.

“What are you doing here?” Victoria sounded angry. Whatever they’d come to do she wanted them out of her compound. What she was feeling was more than anger. What will they say to her now?

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I sat in my office sipping coffee and lounging in my office chair waiting. My office was a decent size with walls painted a nice cherry wood color the flooring was cherry wood with a simple light purple rug by the door. Two comfortable chairs sat in the other side of the desk. Black in color with arms. The desk had a computer and keyboard on it along with a cup holding an assortment of pens and pencils, some paperwork that still needed filled out, a stapler, a thing of paperclips, and a little German Shepard statue. Beside and a little behind the desk was a printer and copier. Then a file cabinet. The far wall was covered in a bookshelf which was full of books. I owned a dance club with a BDSM dungeon underneath it I was waiting for a friend, Derrick to show up he had called me saying he wanted to meet maybe he was finally going to pay me the money he owed me. There was a soft knock on the door.

“Come in.” The door open and Derrick walks in carrying a blur folder. Derrick was fairly tall probably a couple inches over six foot with a spray or tanning bed tan blonde hair from a bottle and natural blue gray eyes. He was handsome with soft features in his face and a small button nose and pouty bottom lip. I smiled at him. “Sit.” I gesture at the chairs. He sits down putting the folder on the desk.

“I think I have a way I can repay you, but you have to listen to everything and not stop me.” I leaned forward intrigued by this.

“Okay. Go ahead.” He opened the folder.

“I will give you my friend.” He holds his hand up to stop me from speaking he knew I was going keçiören escort to tell him I didn’t do non consensual slavery. “He is very shy, but a natural submissive. I’ve tested him as long as one used a commanding voice he listens. He had trouble making choices by himself.” He sits a picture in front of me. The man was gorgeous to me. Nice natural golden tan skin, emerald green eyes, and black curly hair that fell to his shoulders. Full lips smiling in the photo and a narrow nose with delicate cheekbones.

“Bring him tomorrow and I shall decide from there. Have him wear a green shirt.” Derrick smiled he left the picture on my desk as he left my office without another word. I smiled I was really looking forward to tomorrow. Natural submissive’s were one in a million.

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I sat in a booth watching the few people out on Monday dance to the upbeat music for a Monday we were pretty busy. I smiled when I saw Derrick walking towards me with his friend in a green shirt that almost matched his eyes. Derrick sat on the inside.

“Seth this is Richard. Richard this is Seth.” We shook hands as Derrick introduced us to one another. I got us all drinks and we chatted awhile. Finally I decided it was time to test Seth myself.

“Seth stand up.” I used a deep commanding voice. A normal person would normally look at me weird a dominant would lash out and a submissive would after a minute listen. Seth hesitated a minute then listened. “Come sit beside me.” Again he listened and sat beside me. We chatted some more and drank.

“If küçükçekmece escort you two will excuse me I’ve got to go to the bathroom.” Seth jumped up and left the table I turned to Derrick.

“Yes he will work as your payment. I’ll start his training today.” I had hidden a knife at the table earlier that day I pulled it out and hid it up my sleeve. “You want to watch.” Derrick nodded as Seth returned to the table. We talked some more mundane things really then there was a lull in conversation so I turned to Seth I slid the knife out of my pocket one arms wrapped around him the other held the knife to his innener thigh.

“Stay quite and listen.” He looked at me eyes wide with fear. He nodded his head a bit indicating he was listening. “This is a BDSM bar. Do you know what BDSM stands for?” He shook his head no not daring to speak. I smiled he was so innocent. “Bondage, discipline, sadist, masochist, slave, master.” I explained I watched his face as I told him he squirmed a bit in his seat. I smiled again. “In this club a green shirt means you are free and open for play.” His eyes widened I knew Derrick had told him to wear a green shirt he looked at Derrick then at me unsure he still didn’t want to speak because of the dagger.

“So get up. Derrick will lead us to my playroom.” He slowly got up I slide out behind him grabbing the collar of his shirt so he couldn’t run. The knife pressed against his side now. Derrick slides out of his seat and leads up to a beaded curtain he goes through and we follow. He goes down a set of kurtköy escort stairs then turns down another hallway to a large door. Derrick opened the door and went in. We followed after. In one corner there was a cage beside it a bench with a black dildo coming out of the center the dildo was six inches long one inch thick beside the bench was a matching chair with a matching dildo. Stocks sat along the dark blue wall with a Saint Andrews cross beside it. In one corner was a king size canopy bed done in black and dark purple with neon green pillow cases. A couch set along another wall black with neon green pillows on it. A bench with cuffs on it sat off to the side of the couch it was kind of like a dentist chair and could be lowered or heightened. Chains with leather cuffs hung from the ceiling. There was also a dresser and a wardrobe closet. I led Seth to the ceiling cuffs setting the knife on the dresser as we went.

“Face the door and put your hands over your head.” He hesitated a couple minutes I knew he was contemplating running for the door, but after a few tense minutes he did as instructed. I fastened his wrists into the furred cuffs before he could change his mind. Then pushed a button on the wall that pulled the chain up. I kept going until he stood on his tiptoes with his arms stretched over his head. I circled his taunt body then pick up the up knife I cut his shirt off of him.

“Seth do you know what a slave is?” I ran my hand over his chest.

“No.” He replied softly.

“A slave obeys twenty-four seven. No breaks not just in a scene. Always.” I said the last word firmly I watched Seth blush as I explained I could see his arousal pushing against his pants.

“Do you want to be my slave Seth?” I let him think about it for a few moments.

“Yes. Please.” I stroked his cheek gently he was going to be such fun to train and show off to the other masters.

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***Everyone in this story is fiction and are at least the age of 18***

Chapter 14:

Jason:

On Friday, Ares told me to meet him at his house for some studying. I wasn’t sure if he was legit about studying or that he wanted me to suck his dick again. But I really didn’t care if the latter happened. I was glad he was enjoying my dick sucking and was hoping that it would eventually lead to him fucking me.

As I was leaving the school grounds, I noticed the sky was covered in heavy looking clouds. I knew it was going to rain but I was expecting it to happen later in the day. The worst part is that I didn’t bring a jacket.

I decided to wait for Ares to finish school and together we would walk to his house. As it came closer to the end of the school day, I noticed it was starting to sprinkle. I stood closer to the school building letting the balcony above me cover me from the soft rain.

When Ares finally got out we walked to his house, by then the rain had turned into showers. Unfortunately, as we approached his house there was a flash a light in the sky followed by a rumble of thunder. Then the skies opened up and the showers turned into a heavy stream of rain.

I grabbed my backpack and used it as cover and the two of us ran to his house. When we stormed into his house we were both soaking wet.

“Fuck, it’s raining hard out there,” Ares spat out, “Thank god practice was canceled.”

Ares suggested we get out of the wet clothes. He said he would throw them in the dryer. So we went into his laundry room and stripped down to our underwear and he tossed the wet clothes into the dryer. Then tossed me a towel, “Might as well throw in our underwear too.” I wrapped the towel around my waist and pulled off my briefs. Ares did the same.

Next, the two of us walked up to his room, where he turned to me and said, “I can lend you some clothes while you wait for your clothes to dry.”

“Sure,”

He bent over into this drawer and took out a pair of shorts, a t-shirt and one his briefs and then handed them to me. I was a bit surprised by the underwear. He noticed and said, “What, you ain’t into wearing another guy’s underwear?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just out of nowhere.”

“Well, don’t look into to too much.”

Ares then took out some clothes for himself and we both dressed.

As the pouring rain came down, we read the textbooks. And after two hours, we took a break and decided to watch something on Netflix. The harsh rain hadn’t tapered off and it looked like it wasn’t going to. I began to wonder how I would get home. I could call Javi but I noticed earlier they had posted a flash flood warning. I’d rather not risk Javi getting into an accident so maybe I would ask Ares if I could stay the night later.

After the movie, it was already 8 pm and the rain hadn’t let up. Ares had gone downstairs to get us a snack. While I waited, I checked the weather app and saw it was going to continue like this until the early morning.

When Ares came back, he handed me a sandwich and a soda. I took a bite from the sandwich and said, “So, the rain. It isn’t tapering off soon. I was wondering if I could stay the night.”

He stared at me for a bit then looked out the window and saw the heavy rain, “Yeah, you’re right. You can stay but in the room. My parents…”

“Yeah, I know. I won’t leave,” I interrupted.

“Don’t worry, my parents won’t come up here. So you can stay here. They will be leaving in the morning and that’s when you can jam. Hopefully, the rain has gone by then.”

“Cool, thanks.”

Ares then lied next to me on the bed and said, “So, now what? I kinda don’t want to study any more today.”

I smiled and placed my hand on his crotch and smiled, “I’m sure I kinda find something to do.”

Ares grinned and said, “go ahead.”

My hand rubbed against his crotch for a few minutes until he became fully aroused. I pulled down his shorts and stroked his erection through the fabric of his white briefs. While I stroked it, I moved my mouth down to his balls and began to lick them through the fabric. Ares jolted when I did that. It was clear he wasn’t used to it and that maybe me a bit more excited.

I lied down on mecidiyeköy escort my stomach between his legs and pulled down his briefs. The second his erection sprung out of his briefs I caught it with my mouth and began to suck it. I moved my head slowly up and down taking in every inch of his meat into my mouth. My hands moved underneath him and grabbed his butt cheeks. The soft cotton felt so good in my hands.

I lowered my head all the way down until my nose pressed into his skin and used my throat muscles to massage the tip of his member. I could hear him let out soft moans as I did. Then in one rapid movement, I released his cock from my mouth and with my right hand, I stroked him. My mouth moved down to his balls and began to suck on them. It was the first time doing this with him and he clearly wasn’t protesting it. I sucked on a ball for a few seconds before moving on to the other. His eyes widened when he saw me take both of his balls into this mouth.

I let go of his balls and moved up, now hovering over his dick. Ares grabbed the sides of my head and forced me down, shoving his cock into my mouth. He guided me up and down on his shaft at a fast rate. He would occasionally force me all the way down for a deepthroat before releasing me.

After a few minutes of doing this, I pulled off his dick and stroked it. I looked up at him and said, “So, wanna fuck me?”

He remained silent for a few seconds pondering the idea and then he finally said, “Alright, sure.”

I stood up from the bed and reached into my backpack for a bottle of lube I kept in there. Then I climbed onto the bed and poured some lube into my hand and stroked his member. Next, Ares got on his knees and I did the same. I pulled down my shorts then the briefs and lubed up my hole.

“Shit, I might want to take this back. I’ve never fucked a guy before.”

I turned to him, “Shut up and just fuck me. You’re already lubed up.”

He simply nodded. I parted my cheeks and I could feel the head of his member press against the entrance of my hole. Slowly, he made his descent into my tight hole. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he commented.

I simply smiled.

When Ares was fully in, I let go of my buttcheeks and he began to thrust. Moving slowly at first of course. Moving back and forth, letting his thick member full my tight hole.

Eventually, he found his rhythm and I could feel the tip of his member rub against my prostate. I did my very best to not let out loud moans as I didn’t want to alarm the entire house that I was getting fucked. So instead I would roll my eyes back up every time I would get a pulse of an escastly.

He was good at fucking, really good. I knew why some girls straight up loved getting fucked by him. His stamina was amazing and the way he thrust into me felt amazing.

Eventually, he grew tired of this position so he told me to lie on my back. He tossed a pillow to me to put under my head. I pulled off my shorts and briefs and lied there with my knees bent. He had only removed his shorts and got into position. He lifted my rear and began to enter me once again.

Once he was fully in again, he planted his hands to the sides of me and began to thrust. This time, he moved at a quick pace, sending pleasure up and down my body. My eyes rolled back into my head as he continued plowing my tight hole. I figured this was the position he enjoyed when fucking women. My legs hung on his hips as he moved back and forth rapidly. I knew it would be soon that he would bust his load and I really wanted it. I wanted Ares to fill me with his seed.

As he continued, I looked up at him and said, “You going to cum soon?”

In between breaths, he said, “Yeah, soon, you ready?”

I nodded and said, “Cum inside me. I want it all, don’t hold back.”

He nodded back and continued. At this point, the bed was rocking back and forth violently. I became concerned that his parents would notice and they would come barging in. But seeing that Ares didn’t care, neither did I. I think he only cared about climaxing.

As he came closer to climax, Ares began to let moans that grew louder with each passing second. So for the concern of possibly getting caught, pendik escort I placed my hand over his mouth to muffle out the sounds. The noises that Ares made were a mixture of moans and grunts as he grew closer to his goal.

Then, it finally happened, his body began to slow and his arms buckled as he shot his load into my hole. His grunts and moans grew into straight screams into my hand as he came but I kept my hand in place. One, two, three, four, five. Five shots of his load shot into my hole. At this point, his thrusting came to a complete stop and he was being held up by his elbows. He looked up at me out of breath then let go of himself falling on top of my stomach.

“That was dope,” he said in between breaths. He was clearly out of it and so was I. It was good rough fucking. He remained inside me a while until his erection deflated. Then he slowly rose and pulled out. He looked down at my rear and said, “Wanna go clean yourself up?”

I replied with a nod and went to the bathroom he had in his room.

When I finished cleaning myself, I put on the underwear he lent me and went back out. I saw him lying down on the bed with only his underwear on. “I’m a bit tired, probably going to call it a night early. You can sleep on the bed if you want. I don’t mind.”

I didn’t protest and slipped under the covers with him and we both went to sleep.

A rumble of thunder woke me up the next morning. I turned over to see Ares still sleeping but without the covers on him. I could see his near naked sculpted body. Slowly, I sat up and checked if he was awake. He wasn’t. My right hand reached out and touched his abs. They were hard. I moved my hands up his upper body slowly then back down not wanting to wake him up. I could feel the blood rushing to my penis as I did this. My hand moved lower and brushed over his crotch. It was slightly erect probably from morning wood.

I heard a knock and that’s when I pulled back my hand. Someone behind the door said, “Ares, you awake?”

When the second knock came that’s when Ares woke up. He immediately looked at me and whispered, “In the closet, now.”

I nodded and went into his closest. When I was hidden he stood up and walked to the door and opened it. I overheard the conversation.

“Good morning son. Your mom folded your clothes.”

“Thanks.”

“Your mom and I will be leaving in a bit. Food is already made.”

“Alright, have a safe trip.”

There was a long silent moment before the father replied, “Alright son, see you in a few days.”

Then the door closed.

“You can come out of the closet,” Ares said jokingly.

“Haha, very funny.” I realized that we were both still in our underwear, “So your dad doesn’t care about seeing you in your underwear?”

Ares shrugged, “My dad walks around the house in his underwear all the time. It ain’t no difference. Anyways, they’ll be leaving soon and then we can eat. Hopefully, by then the rain will taper off.”

I smiled, “Alright, how about we burn some time,” I walked to him and dropped to my knees before him. I look up at him to see him smiling.

After we ate, Ares took a shower and by then the rain had tapered off. I put my clothes on and placed my underwear in my bag. Ares said he was going to the school to meet someone so we decided to walk together. As we walked we continued to talk and get to know each other, but eventually, the conversation led back to our sexual encounter last night.

“So, what did you think of last night?”

He snickered, “Well, I must admit it was good. Never would have thought that I’d enjoy fucking a guy.”

“Good to know that you enjoyed it. Maybe we can do it more often?”

He smiled, “Well, sure. But I don’t want to turn gay.”

“I mean you’re just having sex with me, you’re not attracted to me right?”

He shook his head.

“Then, you’re still straight and don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”

“Good, because I’ll punch you so hard in the dick that it will turn into a vagina.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” I said laughing.

“Shut up.”

When we got to the school I decided to go inside with him because I wanted to put the textbooks I had sancaktepe escort with me in my locker. We walked to the main building and I went for my locker while he went down to the copy room in the basement. While at my locker I got a text from Dick saying that they wanted to go to Ikea today to check out some furniture. That we would be leaving in the afternoon. Which gave me time to head back home to shower and get ready.

As soon as I closed my locker door, I got another text but this time from Ares. It read, “Come down to the copy room.”

I shrugged and told him I would be down in a second.

I walked down the stairs and entered the copy room through the basement. When I walked in I only saw the machine. There was only one light on and it was the one over the copy machine. “Hello?” I said.

That’s when Ares stepped out from behind one of the shelves. “Get over here.”

I walked up to him and he pulled me behind the shelf. We walked all the way to the last shelf at the end of the room and stood in the corner, “So, I came here to meet with a girl but she kinda bailed on me.”

“Didn’t I suck your dick this morning?”

“Suddenly, you don’t want to get fucked?”

“Alright alright,” I said placing my hand on his pants which seemed to be already undone.

“Yeah, while I was texting with her I was already getting hard.”

I ignored him and dropped down to my knees and opened up his underwear to pull out his member. It was fully hard. I opened my mouth and took it into my mouth. My hands were on his thighs while I moved my head back and forth slowly. Ares began to let out soft moans as I continued to suck on his cock. My hands moved up his thighs then around to his cheeks and I caressed his butt through the jeans. Then my hands moved up to the waistband and pulled them down just below his butt and went back to caressing his butt cheeks, this time through the fabric of his briefs.

I sucked on his dick for about 5 minutes before he told me to stand up and turn around. I did and pulled down my pants just enough to reveal my hole. Then I pulled apart my cheeks and waited for him to enter. I winced when he did and he continued going deeper and deeper until he began to thrust back and forth slowly. Using the shelf next to me, I held myself up while he fucked my tight hole. We kept this up for a few more minutes until we heard the door to the copy room open and close. He stopped thrusting but remained inside of me. We both remained silent and just listened. I looked through the shelf and saw two people talking next to the copy machine, then they began using it.

Ares placed his left hand over my mouth and pulled me close to him so he could whisper in my ear. “Don’t make any noise,”

I grunted out a yes as he continued to thrust. He moved slowly to a rhythm making me roll my eyes back. I could hear his soft grunts as he fucked my hole. Then something unexpected happened, with his right hand he reached around in front of me and pull down my briefs, “Don’t think anything of it,” he whispered. I felt his hand on my member and he began to slowly stroke my member.

His hand twisted up and down my shaft sending pleasure up my body. It was amazing to be fucked and jerked off at the same time. From the corner of my eye, I saw through the shelf the two people still talking. They still hadn’t noticed us.

We continued this for a few more minutes until the two people left. When they did, Ares uncovered my mouth and continued to fuck me while stroking me. He whispered into my ear, “You better not cum in my hand.”

“And you better not cum in my ass, I don’t want to walk home with cum in my mouth,” I shot back.

“Fair,” he said releasing his grip on my cock.

Ares continued to plow my ass making grunt noises as he did.

Then I heard him cry out, “I’m close.”

That’s when he pulled out and I squatted down to suck on his dick. I used my right hand to stroke his member while my mouth sucked on the tip. He came shortly after, filling my mouth with his wondrous warm seed.

When I sucked out the last drop, I swallowed and stood up. He placed his hand on my shoulder, “That was amazing. Same time next week?” and before I could answer, he zipped up his pants and walked past me and left the room. I stood there with my cock in my hand and instead of jerking off, I just put my cock away and zipped up and left.

Author’s note:

I will be going on a short hiatus after this story. Plan to come back with new stories and new chapters of existing series.

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It was quite a step up, from senior waiter in the formal dining room to senior evening desk clerk. All of the lower-end staffers at The Madison were careful to congratulate Philip—perhaps a bit too careful, formally, and perfunctory on the part of many of them. Philip knew it was a leap-frog advancement, although he thought he’d done a fine job in the dining room. He knew that many would ascribe the advancement to a special “in” with Old Man Stewart.

Mr. Stewart was the head porter at the posh hotel in Richmond, Virginia, on West Grove Street, at the top of the Fan District. It was just a couple of blocks away from the even more posh Jefferson Hotel, on West Franklin. These were perpetual steps away, though. The Madison was always running to catch up with The Jefferson in style and services but never quite catching it.

The position of head porter was much more responsible and powerful than it sounded. Mr. Stewart’s job was to stand in the lobby and make sure that everything ran smoothly. In doing that, he was in charge of everything—well, everything but Housekeeping, but, as the head housekeeper was a woman and this was 1920, you could just as well assume that Mr. Stewart was the day-to-day top dog at The Madison. The hotel manager did most of his managing from the golf links.

It wasn’t Philip’s fault that Mr. Stewart favored him. It wasn’t Philip’s fault, but it was his fate, that he had started at The Madison just before the Great War and at the same time Mr. Stewart’s only son, Ron, started there, or that Philip and Ron had shipped off to France together, or that only Philip had returned from France and had been with Ron when he died. It wasn’t Philip’s fault that all of the hopes and dreams that Mr. Stewart had had for his son were thereby transferred to Philip.

But many on staff at The Madison saw all of this differently and watched Philip like a hawk for any chinks in the armor Mr. Stewart covered him in. That’s why Philip felt he had to be perfect and exemplary in everything he did at The Madison, with the result that he did everything extremely well. But it also meant that Philip had to internalize all of his own feelings about anything.

And that was why, on the second evening of Philip’s move to the reception desk, he nervously looked away from the theatrical appearance of the not young, but not too old man just inside the entrance to the hotel, looking expectantly about with enough authority and arrogance that Mr. Stewart was quickly at his side.

He was dressed to the nines in a gray suit with matching gray cape, top hat, and gloves. The cane he carried was burnished wood with a gold lion’s head handle and gold tip. He was tall and well, if large, built. He had the face of a leading actor, albeit one of the previous decade, and a perfectly styled head of gray hair. Philip decided that his eyes were gray too in the moment that he’d frozen at the sight of the man and been able to gather his wits and look away.

In the moment, though, the man’s eyes, after scanning the lobby, had returned to the reception desk and had captured Philip’s eyes.

Mr. Stewart was signaling behind his back, holding two fingers extended. Philip knew the signal was both for him and for the two junior porters who materialized from behind potted plants and rushed to take possession of the man’s trunk.

On each reception desk shift, the five most-important guests who were expected to check into the hotel were identified. Mr. Stewart, who knew all of the repeat guests of any import, would signal which guest had entered the hotel so that the staff could greet the guest by name—and so they also knew the five most-important guests to be extra differential to. The same system was used at The Jefferson—but to include more than the top five guests. Mr. Stewart’s goal in life was to have to use both of his hands for this maneuver as the head porter at The Jefferson did. To do that, though, there had to be more than five extraordinarily worthy guests each night to rank, and although there were at The Jefferson, there weren’t, as yet, at The Madison.

Philip knew he had to look up and make eye contact with the man Mr. Stewart had identified as the second most important guest to check in on the evening shift as said guest approached the reception desk. He did so, only to be fully captivated by the knowing gray eyes again—and the slight smirk of a smile.

“Good evening, Mr. Bell,” Philip said as evenly as he could, even though he felt his heart had risen to lodge itself in the back of his throat. “Thank you for choosing The Madison for your visit to Richmond. Per your request, the Jackson Suite is ready for you.” And, indeed, it was ready for Jack Bell’s arrival, complete with chilled champagne and an hors-d’oeuvre cart.

Jack Bell inclined his head slightly and broadened his smile, also slightly, to acknowledge his appreciation for being recognized by name. Of course he considered it his due. Anyone who went to the theater regularly, which Philip didn’t, would recognize Jack Bell on sight. He had been the leading stage actor of his silivri escort day, primarily on the New York and London stages. Now he was an impresario, staging his own plays and operas.

He was in Richmond for the start of the season at the Lyric Opera House on Theater Row, over on the 100 block of Broad Street. Bell was in Richmond for only a few days this time, attending a season-opening concert of Brahms’ Four Serious Songs, being introduced to America, under Bell’s sponsorship, by the British baritone David Bispham, in his farewell tour of America.

The impresario would be coming back to Richmond for an extended stay later, though. For some reason he hadn’t been able to book into The Jefferson, which, Mr. Stewart knew, wouldn’t making him favorably inclined toward the competing hotel where he normally stayed. Mr. Stewart wanted him back at The Madison later in the season, and he had prepared the hotel staff to do everything it could do to make this happen.

Philip couldn’t avoid eye contact with the man as he checked in and received his key. Bell’s scrutiny was quite open and Philip was wilting under it. How could he tell? Philip wondered. And could he tell? Was Philip just imagining the extra bit of interest?

“Let me take you to your suite,” Mr. Stewart said smoothly, coming up beside Bell. “Your luggage is already up there.”

“Perhaps you can show me to the bar instead,” Bell said, turning to speak to Stewart, but holding the hand that Philip had proffered with the key for perhaps a fraction of a moment longer than necessary. “A drink and then I’ll be going out for a bit. You can have my luggage sent straight up to the suite.” He looked at the key. “Room 140.”

“Yes,” Philip said. “The Jackson Suite, room 140. Please don’t hesitate to call the desk if there is anything we can do for you.”

“Oh, I will. You’ll be the first one I contact,” he said. “Room 140. Remember that.”

The head barman, Robert, came up to the desk with a stack of receipts as Stewart was ushering Bell across the vast lobby toward the hotel bar.

“Might expect mincing steps of that one, or twinkle toeing a foot off the ground,” Robert said as he leaned an elbow on top of the reception desk.

“Excuse me?” Philip said.

“You can tell what a man like that is into,” Robert said. “You can always tell. Of course, in his case, other men—mostly jilted ones—have already told.”

“Can you tell?” Philip asked. He was aware of the porter, Bernie Irons, who was standing at the other end of the desk turning away. He well knew why Bernie would do that. He was an attractive young man. He also roomed with Philip on the attic floor of the hotel. Much of the large staff of the hotel lived in the hotel—and worked there most of their waking hours. Philip was well aware of Bernie’s proclivities—and that he had turned his affections on Philip. Philip just hadn’t done anything like that—not since returning from the war, at least. He had come home resolved not to be like that, to recast his life. And he thought he’d been successful at that. Bernie, he knew, pined in silence and isolation, not having a clue of what could, at another time, be between the two of them.

His belief that he had successfully made a transformation made Philip wonder even more why the impresario, Jack Bell, had made the immediate assumption he apparently had made when their eyes had locked.

Later that night—much later, as Philip was close to coming off his shift—Jack Bell entered the hotel again, walking not too steadily, with a sloppy grin on his face, and with a much younger man supporting him a bit. The younger man—younger by a couple of years than Philip’s twenty-four—looked more pretty than handsome. But quite good-looking he was. He was blond and willowy and, though his suit wasn’t as expensive-looking and well tailored as Bell’s was, he wasn’t a street urchin either. Philip guessed that he might be a student at the recently opened and nearby Richmond Professional Institute or maybe a shop clerk Bell had picked up at a bar—there was one, the Docks Club, down by the river in Shockoe Bottom—where such men skulked around, or so Philip had heard. Whatever was going in this line, like the consumption of alcohol, was still well underground in the staid Richmond of the 1920s.

Supporting each other, the two slowly worked their way up the grand staircase.

Philip was closing out his records behind the desk. Mr. Stewart was leaning on the other side of the desk watching the two men climb the stairs, his face a set mask that Philip knew was one of disapproval and distaste. Robert, the barman, appeared, bringing his close-out receipts. His eyes too went to the stairs.

“Would you look at that,” he said. “How brazen. Right out in the open. There’s only one booked in that suite, I would reckon, Mr. Stewart. Is that so?”

“Aye, that’s so,” Stewart answered, his voice hard.

“Well, are you going to let that be? That nonsense is against the law. The hotel could lose its license.”

Stewart turned and gave Robert tuzla escort a steady look. “There is nothing that either of us saw. I don’t like it any more than you do. But there is certain business you don’t turn down in this town. Not with The Jefferson just a couple of blocks over. I have seen nothing, and neither have you, Robert . . . or you, Philip, son,” he said, turning to him.

“Yes, Mr. Stewart,” Robert said, and edge to his voice. “I hear you.”

Philip just nodded. This tore him apart. They were right, of course. It was against the law, and hotels were especially scrutinized, although rarely ones as high class as The Madison. But what really tore him up—and it was, to Philip’s surprise, just tearing at him this evening and had been in his mind since Jack Bell had arrived that afternoon—was knowing Mr. Stewart’s attitude on the subject as well as what else he knew that he could never say. It ripped at him when Stewart called him “son.” He knew that he was being a surrogate in the old man’s eyes for the son he lost. Philip knew the basis for that was that he’d left for France with Ron and had been there when Ron died. What he never could tell the old man, though, was how close he and Ron were—as close as two people could be—closer than most men would admit they could be—that Ron had died in his arms but had been no stranger to being in Philip’s embrace.

And, on top of that, he had to watch Jack Bell and the young man he’d brought back to the hotel walking up the stairs—up the stairs to the Jackson Suite, room 140, to the king-sized bed in the Jackson Suite.

Never before, since he’d returned from France, had Philip felt so conflicted and frustrated—and aroused. Not before this moment, though, did he admit to himself that he lusted for Jack Bell.

* * * *

Philip woke the next evening about 10:00 p.m. in his bed in the small attic room he shared with the porter Bernie Irons to the feeling that he was being watched. The gas lamp on the wall was dimmed down but let off enough light for him to make out in the murky light Bernie in the other bed, just a few feet away from him. He was being watched. Bernie had his eyes open. He was staring at Philip. The expression of ache on his face made Philip want to cringe. He realized that one of his hands was cupping his cock under the covers. He hoped that Bernie didn’t realize that—although from the movement of the sheets at Bernie’s groin, it was evident that Bernie was following a fantasy of his own.

With a groan, Philip turned over in the bed to face the wall. On top of all the other feelings that were accosting him that he’d thought he’d managed to sublimate in his mind, he really didn’t want to add the obvious want of Bernie for him to the list. It wasn’t that Bernie wasn’t desirable. It, rather, was that he was desirable—and obtainable. A relationship with another hotel employee like Bernie wouldn’t be long in reaching the awareness of others on the hotel staff either. Philip had managed to force the natural interest in Bernie out of his mind up until Jack Bell had arrived at the hotel the previous day.

This was supposed to be Philip’s day off, but they’d been shorthanded in the dining room and he’d volunteered to do the afternoon shift there. He needed to build all the goodwill among the hotel staff that he could muster. He’d hit the sack coming off that duty and had fallen right to sleep. That had been a mistake, because now he was awake and might sleep fretfully in the night, if at all. His thoughts went back to the previous night when Bell had returned to the hotel with the young man. At the time, especially since both of them were at least slightly inebriated, he thought of that men’s bar in Shockoe Bottom, the old dockside section of the city on the James River, he’d heard about. He couldn’t see Jack Bell going to a place like that.

But he himself had had fantasies of going to a place like that. Some days he thought he should check out if there really was such a bar—not to go in, of course, but to know that something like that existed in Richmond. On other days he wanted to forget the name of this phantom bar altogether.

If it was a phantom bar.

Restlessly, he turned over again. Bernie was still looking at him, but as if in embarrassment at having been caught doing so, he gave an audible sigh and turned over in the bed himself.

Thirty minutes later, unable to sleep and reasoning with himself that a walk in the night air might make him sleepy, Philip found himself walking out of The Madison. Without giving it any thought at all, he let his feet move him toward the river—the James and the part of the city known as Shockoe Bottom.

* * * *

He had just meant to see if there really was a Docks Club in Shockoe Bottom. He didn’t really believe there could be—not being the type of bar he heard it was. That was illegal in Virginia. He had to look pretty hard for it and then only found it, in a basement walk down on a cobblestoned alley running up from the docks on the James, by following a couple of young male üsküdar escort drunks staggering by arm in arm who had stopped in the shadows near Philip to kiss.

Once he’d seen where it was and the couple thump down the steps, bang on the door, and be let in, he still didn’t really believe it was that kind of bar—more of a speakeasy—and he thought he’d probably been mistaken that it was two men he’d followed.

When he rapped on the door, a big bruiser of a guy who looked like he’d just walked off the docks gave him a close up-and-down scrutiny, smiled, and accorded him entrance.

“You be new offerings here,” the doorkeep said.

“Just checking what’s here,” Philip mumbled.

“Well, the likes of you will be real welcome here now that you be here; there will be a lot ready to just check what you got,” the man said, with a snort, gesturing in the direction Philip was to go.

The room was smoky and dimly lit. It was fairly crowded and noisy. All Philip could see were men, and snatches of racy conversation from a mix of deep and tenor voices cutting through the noise. He almost turned to leave, but the guy at entrance to the bar room said, “Haven’t seen you here before. Guys are really gonna like you. Belly yourself up to the bar over there. I’ll bet you won’t have to pay for your drinks.”

Such affirmation from the greeters were just making Philip more nervous about being here. He had assumed—and hoped—that he could just observe on the fringe.

Alcoholic drinks, free or otherwise, were as illegal as homosexuality in the States at the moment, although access to them flourished under the surface. The Prohibition Era had set in in the previous year. Philip wouldn’t mind having a drink or two himself, despite the ban. Alcohol had been a staple on in the trenches he’d so recently escaped from. For that matter, so was men turning to men for affirmation, affection, and forget.

He moved in the direction the doorman indicated and found himself standing in a just-vacated space at the bar. The men on both sides of where he had landed turned and smiled to him. Both offered to buy him a drink. As nervous as he was, he suddenly felt freer than he’d felt in years. At least here maybe he could be unguarded and honest with himself. He didn’t have to do more than just talk. He didn’t have to do anything about his desires. One of the men, younger than he was, quite good looking, slender, and a bit limp wristed, placed a hand on his forearm, letting his fingers ruffle up the matting of hair there, and gave Philip a brilliant smile.

Philip felt a chill go up from his spine and his cock begin to harden.

Less than fifteen minutes later and after a beer, a whiskey chaser, and some very explicit talk from the young blond, who lisped a name of Chad, no doubt a false name, but receiving a false name and profession in response, Philip was in a back corridor of the club. His shoulder blades were pressed into a black-painted rock wall, his hips were angled out from the wall, his trousers and underdrawers were down around his ankles, his fingers were buried in blond curls, and he was receiving a divine blow job. It was the first such attention he had received since Ron had gone down on him in France the night before Ron was blown out of the trenches by a hand grenade.

Philip was left in the dark corridor, trousers still around his ankles, pelvis still jutting out, and now going soft after he’d ejaculated and the blond, having gotten what he’d come for, having evaporated. Mixed emotions were coursing through Philip’s mind—disappointment in his resolve and weakness, euphoria of experiencing a long-denied pleasure, resignation that he was what he was, railing against what he was, frustration that it hadn’t gone beyond a blow job. He didn’t plan to fall into this ever again, and there was a disappointment that, if it was his last, he didn’t get more.

As he pulled the trousers up and was buckling his belt, he rationalized that it was some sort of check on how well he was fighting his nature. It was only a blow job—and it had been performed on him. Perfectly straight soldiers had accepted blow jobs from other soldiers in the trenches during the war. It didn’t mean they were queer. It was to receive a natural release. This didn’t mean Philip had slipped—not really. It had only been a blow job, and it had been performed on him. He hadn’t fucked the young blond. Sure, he’d thought about doing so, and he couldn’t positively say he wouldn’t have done so if it had been asked. But he didn’t initiate it. That’s what was important.

He could go back to The Madison and his new life now, and know that the thoughts that the sensual and assuming impresario hotel guest Jack Bell had sickened his mind with had been dissipated.

And then, while he was still buckling his trousers and coming through the beaded curtains from the dark corridor and into the not-much-lighter barroom, he heard a laugh separating itself from the crowd noise and his attention was drawn to a nearby table. The laugh had come from Jack Bell, who was sitting there with yet another young man—and who was staring, and smugly smiling, directly at Philip. Philip’s mind went back to the encounter in the darkened corridor. A vague figure had appeared briefly at the other end of the corridor and the, with a laugh—a laugh very similar to Jack Bell’s—had withdrawn.

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*This story contains non-consensual/ reluctant sexual situations. All characters are over 18.*

“Another pint of Ferewaldian black!” Cries a patron of the tavern I’m currently dining at. I glance over my shoulder and see the barkeep pouring the dark beverage into a tall mug. He then hands it off to a barmaid to deliver to the already very drunk woman who ordered it. The barmaid was fairly attractive I supposed. Her brunette hair was tied up out of her pretty, but unremarkable face. I didn’t spend much time looking at her face though. Her more prominent features were her large breasts and rear, which my gaze lingers on.

I briefly think about spending the night at the tavern and trying to seduce the barmaid, but quickly dismiss that idea. It’s only noon and I need to keep traveling until nightfall if I want to reach the port city of Sarhasia before winter sets in and the ports freeze over. It’s too risky to stay in this country any longer. I can’t afford to be caught, because if I’m caught, any chance of a happy life will fade before my eyes. The reason for this is because I am the crown prince of Elthoria.

Two years ago, when I was sixteen, I fled the royal palace of Elthoria. While many people would kill for a chance to be king, as crown prince, I know what an awful job it really is. Sleepless nights, rampant corruption, constant assassinations, and every decision resting on my shoulders, are just some of the reasons why I don’t want to be a part of the toxic environment that is known as court life. All these factors are made worse due to the fact that I am the only heir remaining of the royal family. I can’t abdicate the throne because there’s no one to abdicate to. The only way out of my predicament was to run away and hide among the common folk. I do feel guilty that I have caused the country’s next succession crisis, but it’s a price I’m willing to pay.

After I finish eating, I stand up and drop a few coins on the bar to pay for my meal. I exit the tavern door and squint in the sunlight for a moment before a bag is thrown over my head and all light is blocked. I cry out and swing my fists, trying to find contact with my attacker but I am kicked to my hands and knees. I try to kick out behind me as I struggle to remove the bag from my head, but it won’t budge. As I continue to fight, I hear strange words being muttered and then suddenly, my arms are crossed over my chest and my legs snap straight together. I try to continue to fight but I cannot move any part of my body. A paralysis spell has been cast on me.

I try to fight it but it’s no use. I can hear some people talking as I lie on the ground but I’m too panicked to make out the conversation. Suddenly I am lifted off the ground and carried away by a pair of arms as if I’m a bundle of firewood. I concentrate and try to move my fingers just a little ataşehir escort bit, but I fail at even that and give up. However, during that process, I realize that I still have control over my diaphragm. At least I can still breathe, even if it’s only through my nose as my mouth is completely paralyzed. Wait, that’s not completely true. My tongue and throat muscles are also functional. Presumably so I can swallow so my mouth doesn’t fill with saliva. After some more experimenting, I discovered that my eyes and eyelids are also under my control.

After listening to muffled voices and footsteps, I have determined that there are three other individuals walking with the person who is carrying me. There is no doubt in my mind that they have captured me in order to return me to my mother, the queen. I start to think of escape plans, but nothing is coming to mind. The pair of arms then suddenly drop me unceremoniously onto a wooden surface that I can only assume is the floor of a wagon. I hear people climbing onto the wagon, the crack of a whip, and feel a lurch that signifies that the wagon had started moving. With no warning, the bag comes flying off my head and I see a bright blue sky and a face smiling at me.

“You’ve been very difficult to track down, boy.” says the smiling face.

After my eyes adjust to the daylight. I can make out the face’s features. The handsome face belongs to a man who looks to be in his early thirties. His blonde hair is tied up in a short ponytail and a layer of stubble is growing on his face.

“We’ve been looking for you for about a year and a half. Me and the gang, that is.” he says gesturing to my other captors.

“My name is Jakir, and these fellows here are Trudan, Iraza, and Enída.”

Trudan looked to be around Jakir’s age, maybe younger. His hair was a combination between ginger and brown and it was much shorter than Jakir’s. Only about an inch in length. His face was also covered with stubble He had thick eyebrows and large ears. Iraza looked like he was around my age. His dark hair was slightly curled and was tousled like he’d just gotten out of bed. Enída was driving the wagon so I couldn’t see what he looked like.

“I wasn’t sure we were going to find you before you got to Sarhasia.” said Jakir. “That is where you were headed right?” I couldn’t give any kind of answer even if I wanted to, but Jakir didn’t seem to need one anyway because he continued.

“If you had gotten on a ship, I doubt even we could have found you before your mum kicked it. Speaking of your mum, do you know how much she’s paying us to bring you to her? 500,000 gold pieces! Do you know how much that kind of money can buy? Well, I suppose you do being a prince and all. Anyway, we’re going to split the prize, me and the gang, that is. Oh, by the way do avcılar escort you know what the…

Jakir continued to ramble for who knows how long. My other captors would occasionally engage with him in conversations or reply to his jokes, but it was mostly Jakir who did the talking. Eventually, Jakir’s ramblings led to his sex life.

“It’s been ages since I’ve had a good fuck.” he complained while clutching his manhood through his trousers. “It must have been a month since Feldenburg where I met that farmer girl. What was her name Enída? You fucked her too right?”

It was Willow.” replied Enída. “Or River. Or something like that.”

“Yeah, that’s right.” said Jakir “I wish we could’ve brought her along; you know. Someone to cozy up to every night.” There was silence for several moments.

“Gods, I need to get laid.” said Jakir.

“You could always fuck the boy.” Said Enída. “He can’t do anything about it.”

“Yeah.” said Jakir slowly. Then suddenly he begins to unfasten his trousers. I looked at him in horror as his fingers untie the knots that were keeping his pants on.

“What are you doing Jakir?” Asked Enída. “Gods Jakir I was joking. You can’t fuck the crown prince.”

“Why not?” retorted Jakir “We’ve just got to get him to the queen alive, and I don’t hear him objecting to this.” Jakir’s trousers fell to his ankles and now only a loincloth was covering him.

“Jakir, no one wants to see you having sex. We’ve all seen enough of you to last a lifetime.”

I silently beg Jakir to listen to Enída but that doesn’t seem like that’s what’s going to happen because Jakir is removing his loincloth. He unfastens the final knot and out pops his cock. I am now even more fearful than I was before. His penis must be seven inches long and five inches thick, and it’s only at half-mast. Jakir then kneels down by my head and starts slapping my face with his cock.

I look towards Trudan and Iraza for help, but they’ve whipped out their dicks and are now stroking them to the show they’re getting. Jakir is now fully hard. It looks like it’s at least eight and a half inches long and six inches around. I can see thick veins protruding, winding up the length of the shaft. Jakir then pulls back his foreskin, exposing a shiny, purple head, and then suddenly, a cock slides into my mouth.

At first, I’m too shocked to register anything. The concept of a dick in my mouth is just so foreign to me that all I can think is that I wish I could control my jaw. I would make Jakir sorry he ever treated me like this. Slowly though, as Jakir thrusts in and out, I begin to notice an unfamiliar taste in my mouth. It’s sweet and mild and pleasant and I have no idea what it is. Suddenly it hits me. Jakir’s cock is leaking precum. I want to be repulsed by the fact that alanya escort another man is leaking precum in my mouth, but I find myself enjoying the taste.

I convince myself that this is all Jakir will do. Just a blowjob. That’s not so bad, is it? I find myself relaxing and come to the decision that I am going to work at Jakir’s cock with my tongue. Whenever He thrusts in, I lick the cock starting at the smooth head when Jakir is at the beginning of a thrust and ending at the base of his shaft when he is at the end of a thrust. My efforts coax grunts and moans from Jakir’s mouth which are the only noises he’s making. I would have thought with how talkative he is, he would speak more during sex but only sounds of pleasure escape his mouth.

I roll my eyes back to look at Trudan and Iraza who are still jacking themselves off. They too, are grunting and moaning. I continue to work at Jakir’s cock, and I must be really enjoying myself because I can feel myself sporting an erection. This goes on for some time before I realize Jakir is about to cum. I find myself a little nervous at the prospect of another man cumming in my mouth, but I am also excited. Jakir begins to thrust his cock in and out of mouth at an increased rate and his grunts become louder.

Suddenly, Jakir’s hips buck forward and a guttural yell escapes his lips. The first rope of cum goes straight down my throat and I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to taste it. Not to fear though, because another rope quickly follows the first one and this one lands on my tongue. It doesn’t taste like precum like I thought it would, but It doesn’t taste bad though. It is warm, and salty, with a much stronger flavor than precum. I find myself liking it.

While I analyze the cum’s flavor I am so deep in thought, I don’t realize that Jakir is still dumping his load into my mouth with accompanying grunts and moans until my mouth is so full that cum starts to leak out of it. This brings me back to my senses and I swallow Jakir’s massive load in one gulp, leaving only the taste of cum behind. Jakir sits back down on the wagon’s seats and lets out a satisfied breath of air. Beads of sweat cover his forehead.

“That was fucking amazing.” he says. “I can’t wait to fuck your ass next.”

Just like that, my boner is gone, and fear has returned. I thought Jakir would just fuck my mouth and be done with me, but he clearly has other plans. Jakir unfastens my trousers and pulls them down off my legs. Now, only a loincloth is covering my privates but that’s not the case for long when Jakir unfastens my loincloth as well and my cock and balls are exposed to the world. They shrink back when the cool spring air hits them.

I instinctively want to cover them with my hands but I’m unable to. He then lifts me up off the wagon floor and props me up on a seat as he lays a blanket on the floor. I am then lowered back onto it, but this time, I’m lying on my front with my bare ass facing up. I’m praying that one of Jakir’s friends will stop him, but I hear no one objecting. I try to think of a way out of this but there’s nothing I can do.

To be continued.

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Hello friends. This is part one of a three part story, with the second part already half written at the time of submitting this.

Warning: This story contains non-consent/reluctance and bdsm content.

The story: Dane identifies as straight, but has dissociative identity disorder, with his alter, Edan, forcing him into servicing men for its amusement.

Tags: #bdsm, #reluctance, #non consent, #bondage, #slavery, #control, #dominance and submission, #horror, #coming out, #first time, #anal virgin

Shout out to DeathAndTaxes and Amory Parks for beta reading and providing suggestions, and to DeathAndTaxes for editing (any typos you find in the following were made after her edits).

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My name is Dane. I’m a twenty-three year old straight guy from the South of England. Right now, I’m on my knees, servicing some leather-clad, hairy gay man, whose beard looks like a 1970s porn star’s pubic bush, cursing myself to fuck and back. Because I didn’t come here, to this back-country sex party. And I sure as fuck didn’t get down on my knees and take this man’s sweaty cock in my mouth after half a dozen beers, and what feels like half an E.

No. Edan did that, because Edan’s a fucking whore, with a black sense of humour, and he hates me.

My name is Dane, and this is a story about how I discovered I have dissociative identity disorder, and that my other half—I wish that were a joke—is the biggest arsehole you’ve ever met, and he lives inside my head.

*

I was nineteen when Edan first turned up. Those of you who’re observant, will notice my ‘other half’ did the imaginative thing, and rearranged the letters of my name to make his own. Edan, as it turns out, is a Celtic name, meaning ‘fire’. Ironically, Dane is an English name, meaning brook. Fire and Water. Edan has such a fucking sense of humour.

It started small, as others have told me has been the same for them. Small patches of missing time. Cuts and bruises appearing, with no idea how I’d got them. And then, not long after my twenty-third birthday, phone calls and texts, from people asking for ‘Edan’, wanting to hook up. Again.

At first, I thought someone had left my number on a toilet stall wall somewhere. Probably an ex-girlfriend. For some reason (thanks again, Edan), I seemed to go through quite a few. They rarely told me why they were breaking up with me, just broke off all contact. And when they did stick around long enough to give me a reason, none of what they said made much sense, and I chalked it down to the general insanity of women.

As it turned out, they weren’t the insane ones.

So, I changed my number, thinking that would be the end of the odd messages. But no. I’d had my new SIM for less than a week, when another text arrived for ‘Edan’.

Only two people had my number at that point. My best mate, Martin, and my parents. I count my parents as one unit, since my Dad never did learn how to use his mobile phone, and once landlines became obsolete due to the cost of calling cellphones, he relied on my Mum to contact the outside world.

I went round to Martin’s house and banged on the door.

He answered wearing a sweat-stained singlet and a pair of sweatpants, and looked as if he’d been working out in the basement. He kept a weights set down there, and was obsessed with building up his ‘guns’.

“Hey, mate, it’s late. What are you doing here?”

I held out my phone, displaying the latest text for ‘Edan’. It read, ‘Hey baby, luved ur mouth on my cock last night. Can’t wait 2 c u again! xx’ It was signed, ‘Ray’.

“What the motherfucking fuck, Marty!” I said. “I just got this number, and you’ve already handing it out to whoever this comedian is?”

He took the phone from me and made a face that looked a lot like he was… and yeah, there it was. Like he was about to burst out laughing.

He handed the phone back to me. “Your alter ego catching up with you, mate?”

I frowned at him. “What are you on about?”

“Your alter-ego. Edan.” He said the name in this sing-song voice that, at the time, made no sense to me.

“Mate, I honestly have no fucking clue what you’re on about.”

“Edan. The guy who likes to suck cock?” he said. He was losing the mocking lilt to his voice as he saw my extremely bothered expression.

“Why am I getting messages for some guy called ‘Edan’, who likes to suck cock?”

He went pale.

“You mean it, don’t you? You have no idea. Jesus Christ, please tell me you weren’t off your face every time? Please tell me I didn’t rape you.”

My mouth dropped open. I stared at him, feeling the world lurch. The words ‘rape’ and ‘you’, were not words I ever expected to hear in a sentence directed at me.

Seeing my face, he said, “Fuck. You’d better come in.”

He put an arm around my shoulders and guided me into the house.

As we stepped into the hallway I sniffed at him, inhaling his funk deep into my lungs. Christ, what was I doing? He smelled ripe as fuck, and I was sucking çekmeköy escort down his stink like he was baked goods fresh out of the oven.

“You like that?” he said.

I made a face and shook my head.

“You smell disgusting, mate.”

He looked taken aback.

“You’ve never complained before. Okay, well, why don’t you head up to my room, while I take a shower?”

For a moment I had an urge to ask him not to, but the images that flashed behind my eyes,

…his thick, sweaty cock and his heavy ballsack draped across my face, the stink of male musk, that faint whiff of piss…

… made me want to heave.

I sat on Martin’s unmade bed, and picked idly at what looked like a patch of spilt mayonnaise on his sheets, thinking, This guy. This guy needs to stop eating in bed. And then I peered at it a bit closer. And by the time he came back from the shower, wrapped in a towel, I was nuzzling that patch of mayonnaise and licking at it like a dog.

“Dane!” He pulled me upright, and my eyes opened wide. I realised what I’d been doing, and did not, for one second, understand how I’d come to be doing it. Dane is not an idiot. But when Edan’s in control, Dane is fucking brain damaged.

“What were you doing?” he asked.

“Finding out wherever there is comfort, there is cum?” I said, my voice loaded with disgust. But secretly, only at myself.

He sat down beside me, mercifully covering the damp patch I’d left on his filthy sheets.

He gave me a worried look. “So, how much of the last month do you remember?”

“Define ‘the last month’,” I said. I remembered quite a bit of the last month, but none of it included him ‘raping’ me, drunk or otherwise.

“Oh fuck,” he said. “Fuck.”

He got up again, and walked in a circle, a hand gripping the hair at the back of his head. He turned back to me, still wearing only a towel.

“This can’t be happening.”

“Martin,” I said. “What can’t be happening?”

If this was a joke, he was taking it way too far.

“Okay.” He put his hands on his hips. “Okay. Fuck.”

“Look mate,” I said to him. “I’m sure whatever it is, it can’t be that bad if I don’t remember it.”

He shook his head. “That’s just it! I don’t see how you don’t remember! Fuck!”

I got up and approached him, and he shrank away from me. I’m not a big guy—just on five ten, around a hundred and forty pounds, and usually weigh less than my girlfriends (I like girls who can pin me down in a wrestling match from time to time). When I bulk up, I’m up around one-fifty-four, but at this point in my life, I was a PlayStation junkie who couldn’t afford haircuts, living off Pot Noodles.

But despite my size, when I’m pissed off, people tend to get out of my way. I think they sense Edan’s in there. Something off-kilter. Something not quite right.

Martin put up his hands. “Dane, don’t do anything stupid. It was an accident!”

“Stop pissing about and tell me what was an accident!”

I had him up against the wall now, and he was breathing hard. He looked as if he might be about to cry.

“Okay. Look, please don’t freak out.” He put his hands out again, almost touching my chest, but not quite, and I stepped back and gave him some space. “About three weeks ago, you sent me a text saying you were super horny. You wanted to get together to watch some porn you’d found. I asked for a link, and you said no, you had it on your hard drive, and it was amazing.”

I stared at him. As far as I was concerned, none of this had happened.

“When I got to your place, your flatmates said you were in your room. I knocked, and you said ‘come in’, and I did, and you were on your bed, naked, jacking yourself.”

“So, you turned round and left? Marty? So you turned around, and left. Yeah?”

He shook his head, still looking mortified. “I mean, I was there to see this amazing porn, right? And it’s not like I haven’t seen your John Thomas before.”

I blinked. I’d never heard him call it that before.

“So, I came in, you put on your amazing porn, which happened to be a fit bloke sucking off another fit bloke, and I sat on your computer chair and stared at it. And then I stared at you. And you gave me this… this look.”

He let out a shuddering breath.

“This fucking ‘come fuck me’ look that made me instantly go hard. And then, you said, and I’ll never forget this—you said, ‘Do you want me to do that to you?’. And then, you did.”

“And then, I did,” I repeated back at him in a dull voice.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “And I swear, I swear, if I’d known you were on something, I never would have. But you didn’t seem like you were fucked up.”

“Except for the whole ‘wanting to suck your dick’ thing.”

“Yeah, except for that.”

I grew aware that the fuck had an erection right now, as we were speaking. And a second later, I realised I had one too.

“So, what you’re telling me is that I’ve sucked your dick?”

“A few times, yeah.”

I closed çeşme escort my eyes, fighting down a flood of unwelcome emotion. There was what you’d expect—disgust, horror, surprise. But there was also the very unwelcome desire to do what he was describing. Again, apparently.

“Dane, you’ve got to believe me—”

“I believe you!” I said. I walked backwards to his bed and sat down heavily. I glanced up at him. “But what’s ‘Edan’ got to do with all this?”

He made a face that told me he really, really didn’t want to tell me.

“Spit it out,” I said.

“Why? You don’t,” he said.

“Fuck, Marty, really? Could you not?”

He gave me a sheepish smile. “Sorry, sorry.”

He came back to the bed and sat beside me again. “Okay, I’ve got no idea what’s going on, but I’ll tell you how it goes down. I come around. You’re usually naked, looking at porn. One of the guys usually looks a bit like you. One of them usually looks a bit like me.”

He gave me a wary look to see if I was going to attack him, but I was beyond that. I was in shock.

“I come around, we watch porn for a bit, then you suck me off.”

“And Edan?”

“Well, while you’re doing it, you ask me to call you Edan.”

“I ask you to…”

“Well. You call yourself Edan. And if I call you ‘Dane’, you correct me.”

“I see.”

I did not fucking see at all.

“Wait—do you actually suck me off too? Or is this all a one-way thing?”

He shrugged. “I’m not gay, mate. I just figured you were, and this was how you were getting it out of your system until you worked up the courage to come out.”

I took in a deep breath and let it out again. “You’re not gay… but you don’t mind a man sucking you off?”

He shrugged again. “You’re my mate. I’m happy to help you out.”

I sat very still for a bit, containing my rage. But the fact was, whether or not he returned the favour, there was still the question of why I didn’t remember sucking him off in the first place. And what was all this bollocks about calling myself ‘Edan’?

“So,” he asked gently. “Were you drunk or something all those times? Have I done something really bad?”

I shook my head. “No. I don’t think so. I don’t have enough cash to get that boozed. Besides, surely you’d be able to tell if I was off my tits?”

“So—?”

I shrugged. “I have no idea.”

I glanced sideways at him, and there was his erection, tenting the towel. Apparently his fear of having raped me hadn’t turned him off in the slightest.

And then, at the back of my head, there was this voice laughing at me. Like some maniac was lodged back there in the dark, enjoying a good joke.

Edan.

I got to know his voice well over the next few years. Learned how it felt to have him come into my body, the way the many men he seduced and offered my body to, did.

But that night, all I knew was that strange things were happening inside me. Things I wasn’t in control of, and apparently couldn’t remember.

“You ah… you look a bit Edan now,” said Martin, and I could see the thought excited him.

His breathing sped up as I looked at him. Was I giving him that look he said I’d given him before? A ‘come fuck me’ look, whatever that was? All I knew was that he seemed to think something good was about to happen.

I was in my body, but I wasn’t thinking clearly as I got to my feet. I stood in front of him and he spread his legs wide, leaning back on his hands. The movement caused the towel to come loose, and he tugged it open with one hand so his stiff cock was free, then leaned back on his hands again.

His eyes locked to mine, his excitement evident from his massive fucking erection, precum already welling from the swollen tip.

“Dane?” he said breathlessly. “Do you really want to do this?”

When I answered him, the voice that came out of my mouth was mine… but the words were formed by someone else.

“Don’t be stupid.” I gave him a lazy smile. “You know I can’t get enough of your cock.”

Well. It was nearly my voice. But there was an edge to it. It was similar to the way I dirty-talked my girlfriends; only this was my best mate.

Marty gave a shaky sigh of relief.

“Thank God. You had me going there for a minute.” He laughed nervously. “I should have known you were just after some late-night roleplay. You’re such a freak.”

I glanced up and caught a glimpse of myself in the dark slit of glass visible between the curtains. I didn’t look like myself. I looked… different. I hadn’t realised how I’d dressed myself before I’d come to his house. My hair hit my shoulders, but I’d styled it. My top didn’t quite meet my skinny jeans, and I was wearing… jewellery. When had I gotten my ears pierced? How had I not noticed that? Come to think of it, when had I bought a fucking crop-top?

I gave myself this contemptuous, self-satisfied look, and then sank to my knees between Martin’s spread legs.

He leaned even further back as I took his cock cihangir escort in one hand and started to stroke it.

Outwardly, I was a guy seducing his friend. Inside, I was petrified, struggling against the alien presence that had taken over my body.

Edan’s voice sounded inside my head.

‘Dane, Dane, Dane, you straight-acting fuckboy! Better buckle up and enjoy yourself! There’s plenty more where this came from!’

And with that, it was as if a massive hand landed on the back of my head, pushing my face towards Martin’s solid flesh.

I couldn’t speak. Edan had control of my vocal chords, and all I could do was let out a choking noise of disgust, as he pressed my closed lips against the tip of Martin’s penis and painted them with precum.

The taut, smooth feel of Marty’s flesh, and the stickiness coating my lips, should have been a foreign sensation, but it felt horribly familiar. I couldn’t remember where I’d felt it. I only knew that I had.

“Fuck, Dane, enough of the foreplay! Stop teasing me and suck it!”

Martin was not helping.

Edan grinned inside my head, and I parted my lips, taking that round, hard head into my mouth. I’d never felt another sensation like it, that turgid flesh resting on my tongue. I was aware of how sensitive it was and how careful I needed to be to be, even as I screamed internally that I was on the absolute wrong end of tonguing a cock.

Martin was cut, and his flared tip was far harder than mine felt when I played with myself. He was a bit longer than me, but both of us were above average. He was also thicker than me, especially that bruised-coloured head. Since I wasn’t used to having anything like that in my mouth, I immediately felt it in my jaw as I hinged it open and started licking his knob, swirling my tongue around the hard ridge of flesh, tasting him.

At the back of my skull, Edan whispered, ‘Usually we don’t let him shower first’.

I shuddered. In that moment, I felt true hatred for the demented prick I shared my body with.

Maybe, I thought, as I got Martin’s knob nice and shiny, I had a conjoined twin, lodged like a tumour in my brain. A second mind, capable of wresting control of the body completely, or forcing me to ride as a passenger while he turned me into a cock-hungry manslut.

‘Okay Dane, down we go!’

Edan’s voice was full of glee as I opened my mouth wider, and proceeded to turn my face into a cunt for Martin’s cock.

As Dane, I had no idea how to give a blowjob, beyond what I liked done to me. A cliché, but a true one.

With Edan driving, I had ideas.

I got Martin’s prick as wet as possible while he moaned above me, slowly moving further and further down with each slide up and down his cock, until the tip of him brushed against the back of my throat.

I wanted to back off, but Edan was cumming in his metaphorical pants. He held me there, the back of my tongue massaging Martin’s big, round knob, as surely as if I had a hand jamming me in place.

And then he pushed me down further.

To my surprise, I didn’t gag. Instead, I took Martin into my throat. Not far. But far enough to want to throw up from the sheer sensation of being on my knees, gulping down another man’s prick. He wasn’t even making me do it. No, Marty was lying back on his elbows, his eyes closed in ecstasy, while I set about pleasuring him.

Edan, who I could now see as a pair of eyes and a set of grinning teeth in my mind’s eye, was overjoyed.

‘I wasn’t sure you’d be able to do it, straight-boy. I thought you’d be puking your guts out about now. But something tells me we’re not so different.’

I tried to say, ‘get fucked’ around Marty’s cock, but it was unintelligible, and Marty just moaned at the vibrations and the movement of my throat around him.

Edan briefly let me up, and I slid as far off Marty’s cock as I could, before another internal shove buried my nose in my best mate’s trimmed pubic hair.

Edan held my head down as far as it would go, and I felt moisture from the crease where Marty’s cock joined his groin dampen the end of my nose. At least he was clean. The only scent he had now was of soap, and the faint smell of his skin.

Christ, why was part of me disappointed?

“Fuck, Dane, you’re amazing!”

I wanted to shout at him that it wasn’t me. But the fact was, I was very much in the room.

‘And look, straight-boy. You’re pitching a pavillion.’

Edan had me slide back off Marty’s cock, leaving sticky fluid all over it, then had me lick it clean, before deep throating him again.

Then, when Marty was moaning and panting like he was ready to burst, Edan pulled my head off his cock.

What now? I thought.

Edan answered. ‘Taste his balls. I want this to last.’

I later learned that we were doing things out of order, so Edan could see what he could make me do against my will, with me fully conscious. But since no girlfriend of mine had ever done much with my balls, other than play with them when I asked her to, I had no idea what he wanted me to do.

He showed me.

“Oh fuck, stop fucking about and just finish me!” moaned Marty, but Edan was having none of it.

He had me grip Marty’s cock with one hand and pull it upward, then had me dip my head to explore his tucked-tight nutsack.

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I have never really fit into society. I am the nerd at the back of the class, the chubby kid last to get picked for a team. I don’t really mind though, it keeps me out of trouble. The one thing that does bother me is the fact that I have yet to find love. I am twenty five and single. I live in a one bedroom apartment in the city and work at a dead end job. The one thing I do have going to for me is my best friend Lisa.

I met Lisa three years ago when I started my job at the bank. Lisa is the type of woman who just turns heads. She has long blonde hair, large breast, and that hour glass figure. Lisa is a no bullshit kind of person. She has had to work hard for people to take her seriously and she won’t let anyone mess that up.

“Hay Alex I need to ask you something,” She calls out to me as I head for my car.

I turn to look at her, “Yes?”

“A few of us girls are going out to the new club Lust tonight. I wanted to know if you would come with us.”

I looked at her like she had two heads, “Lisa, you do realize that you are talking to me right? There is not a chance in hell that I am going to a club. I don’t do clubs.”

“Come on Alex. Just this one night for me. It will be fun. I will keep you attached to my hip all night.”

Lisa was giving me that look that she knows I can’t say no to, “Fine, but I am not staying long.”

Lisa gave me a smile, turned on her heel and left. Driving home I cursed myself for not having enough balls to tell her no. alsancak escort All though, I don’t know how much it would hurt me to go out for one night. I may even meet a nice guy……. yea who am I kidding. The only type of guy you find in a club is the one that wants a quick fuck. That is not who I am. I’m the hopeless romantic.

Pulling up outside my appartment building I run in to quickly shower and change. Thirty minutes later I am looking myself over in the more. I put on my best pair of jeans that make it appear that I have an ass. I put on a tight v-neck shirt and black and white chuck taylor’s. I thought I looked pretty good. I ran a hand down my smooth chest and stomach. Yea, tonight would be fun. Checking the time, I grab my keys and head out the door.

Arriving outside the club, I see a line going down the side of the building. I park my car and find Lisa standing next to hers with two other people from work. On of them is a busty red head and the other a petite brunette.

“Well don’t you look hot,” The red head says to me. “I’m Chelsea.”

I shake her hand and Lisa introduces the other girl as Amanda. I follow them directly to the front of the line. Apparently Chelsea’s brother is one of the bartenders. When we walk in my mouth drops open. I have never seen such a beautiful place. The DJ booth is straight back directly across from the entrance.

There are two bars on either side of the dance floor which is altıeylül escort directly in the middle of the club. There are strobe light coming from every where lighting up the club like the fourth of July. Painted across the walls are various couples of all walks of life dancing. I look at Lisa who is smiling at me,

“This is amazing.”

“I know,” She says grabbing my hand and dragging me onto the dance floor.

I don’t know if its the club or the fact that I am in a new environment but I dance like there is no tomorrow. I actually feel like I am doing a good job at it. Lisa, Chelsea, Amanda, and myself have formed a small circle and we just give it are all.

I’m in the heat of the moment when I feel a pair of strong hands grip me and pull me tight against a rock hard body. I turn around and see what can only be described as the face of a Greek god. He’s smiling at me, showing me his perfect white teeth. His smile is that of someone who knows they are attractive. I hate that, it means they are interested in one thing.

“Get lost,” I say pushing him off of me.

“Come on, I just want a dance,” He says with a smirk.

“I’m not interested.”

I feel myself surrounded by my friends, “He said get lost asshole”

The guy looks at Amanda, hold his hands up in defeat and walks away. After going through that I no longer felt like dancing. I whispered in Lisa’s ear letting her now I was taking off. She gave me that altınordu escort pouty face but it wasn’t going to work this time. I gave her a hug and made way out of the club.

As I was walking to my car I could swear someone was watching me. I looked around and could see no one. As a got closer to my car I felt a shiver and the next thing I knew I was being held up against a wall in the alley beside the club. My mind was in jam as I tried to process how I ended up here. As I got my wits together I realized I was face to face with the Greek god. My heart sank.

“What the fuck? Let me go,” I said letting my anger get the best of my judgement.

“You shouldn’t have denied me what is mine.” He said staring deep into my eyes.

Something in me was intrigued by him. I felt a pull to him that scared me to my core. He smirked at me as if he knew what I was thinking.

Staring at me he came nose to nose with me and spoke, “You will be mine, you will give me what I desire.”

This guy had seriously lost his mind, “Let me go you asshole.”

He looked shocked that I didn’t respond to his command. Stepping back he placed me back on the ground and in a flash he was gone. I had no idea what happened but I ran to my car like a bat out of hell. Driving dangerously back to my apartment I got there in record time. Going inside I bolted my door and doubled checked my windows.

Feeling a little better I went back to my room and flopped on my bed. Putting my hands behind me head I tried to rap my mind around what had just happened. I knew that there was no way in hell that I would have went home with that man but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed him. Something was going on and I could feel in the pit of my stomach that it was going to change my life forever.

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This is a story of fiction, born out of an actual online encounter on a hookup website. Names places and situations have been changed to hide the guilty.

*

MMMM, baby. Keep nibbling that ear. That feels so nice. I can feel your hot cock between my ass cheeks. MMM. Ow. You need to trim your nails. And that’s when consciousness started creeping into the dream world, and Greg opened one eye. 6:42. And his dog was laying on back, licking his ear and pawing at his shoulder, her tail wagging against his butt. She was early, and he tried to get her to go back down to the foot of the bed. But it was of no use. Once she had her mind on breakfast, it was a one-track train.

He crawled out of bed and stroked his morning wood, as he walked to the bathroom. Greg was 48, very tall, lean with a full head of hair and blond hair. He worked out regularly and liked to think of himself as fit. You could almost make out his abs, as he didn’t have a dad bod, something he didn’t care for on a man. He checked himself out in the mirror, as he walked to the toilet. “Not too bad” he thought to himself, as long as he didn’t look at his wild head of bed hair. He grabbed some clothes after relieving himself and went downstairs to feed the dogs and let them out.

After the dogs were settled, he crashed on the couch for a couple of hours, hoping to relive the dream of the twinks sucking on his earlobe while rubbing his cock in Greg’s ass, but that didn’t quite work out the way he wanted. He was full on fast asleep until his wife came down and started their routine, coffee and whatever they were going to eat for the morning. They discussed the quarantine events and what things they may need to get settled into the new normal. Greg was the one to venture forth, while the rest of his family stayed home.

“I need some dick,” Greg thought, and since he was going to run some errands, and be by himself, he thought maybe he could catch someone else with the same idea. He normally spent time in the sniffies web site, a hookup site he found at the beginning of the year. He had some nice success over the last few months, getting to play with several men of various ages.

He logged into his account and looked to see if there were any messages from the previous night. He logged in a lot; it was his escape from his middle-aged life. He liked the attention he got from the other users, and he liked to plan for future meet ups. Today, he had time, he was going to get something going immediately. His profile picture was a of his erect cock, and a dark background. Just a hint of precum dripping down the sides. Of all the pics he had, this one drew the most attention.

He liked to think bayrampaşa escort he was ok looking, he has been told he was handsome, but he doesn’t believe anyone when they say that. He has been married a long time, but before that lived a very bisexual lifestyle, even if he was closeted. He had numerous trysts in the past few months, but with the quarantine, it was drying up quickly.

His first gay encounter occurred when he was a younger man. He and his college roommate would occasionally play with each other. At first, the rules were: no kissing, anal, or oral. But those rules slowly relaxed as they experimented over the ensuing years. The only rule not broken was kissing in the end, it was never about that. After college, he continued sleeping with guys just as much as girls, but hew never dated a guy, nor considered it. It was just the sex he enjoyed.

He got married a little later in life and hadn’t been with a man since. He and his wife raised two kids and were and with one kid out and the other in HS, they were starting to see what life would be like as empty-nesters. Greg didn’t like what he saw and started looking around for something to augment the dull married sex he had, when it occurred, if ever. When he found this site, it suited him fine, as he didn’t want to be on Grindr or anything.

Greg’s profile consisted of one picture of his hard member. It was framed against a dark room and stood out in the many pictures on the site. He usually got a lot of “Nice dick” comments, mostly from MWM’s who like him, couldn’t host only talked about getting together “someday.” As he was answering some of these chats, a new message appeared. It was from an anonymous profile in the next city over. Not too far out of the way. Greg thought he might see if this will work

“Hi.” At least it didn’t start out as a dick pick.

“Hey.” Greg’s standard reply.

“How are u doing?”

“Good, you?”

“Good just woke up horny”

“yeah? Got some hot morning wood?”

“Yesss lol”

“Nice. what are you into?”

“Getting head and jerking another guy off.”

“You into older?”

“Yessss”

“How old are you?”

“20”

“I’m 48”

“Nice”

“Seriously into older guys?”

“Yes, big fantasy of mine”

On the other side of the chat was Jake, a 20-year-old college student home from school because of the quarantine as well. He was average height, with nicely defined muscles and brown hair and blue eyes. His chiseled smooth abs tapered down to some very trim pubes and large 7-inch cut cock, with smooth balls. He was stroking his cock as he was chatting.

He woke up beykoz escort hard as ever and wanted release and thought he might find someone to suck him off. It had been a while since he was forced home from school, and he wanted something quick. He too, had been using sniffies, but he had yet to pull the trigger. He’s been with two other guys before, one his age, and one older. Otherwise, he spent most of his sexual attention on girls. He’s had several girlfriends and considered himself straight for the most part. But he also had this one fantasy about being with a guy. Especially an older guy. The conversation continued and the more Jake chatted, the more he was recalling his first encounter with an older man. He had just graduated from high school. The man was a dad of one of his friends, whom he had spent many a night at their house. He was a nice man, and Jake had a secret desire to have the man suck his dick. But Jake could never figure out a way to approach him.

They didn’t exchange names, but the Greg agreed to meet Jake at 1 at the local school parking lot. It should be empty, and the plan was to hop into Greg’s car and have a little fun time together. The idea of it all thrilled Jake, and he started fantasizing about it, and that turned to the one time he spent with an older man a couple of years previous, the summer after high school.

After a beautiful lacrosse game for summer league, where Jake scored the winning goal, the man came over after and congratulated him.

“Hey Jake, quite the winning shot!”

“Thanks sir, it was fun to do, hoping their defense would set up like that.”

“Yeah, you didn’t telegraph at all and slam, no one saw that coming. Look at how sweaty you are, and how your shorts are sticking to those thighs. If I were a girl, I’d be all over you.” The dad said.

Jake blushed, but even more embarrassingly, he started to chub. “Thank you, sir, haven’t had much luck with the ladies of late, but it could still happen.” Jake smiled, as he slowly moved his gear bag in front of his body to conceal his growing member. The thought of this man checking out his thighs was more than he could bear.

“Looks like you need a little help there.” He mentioned as he gestured toward Jake’s growing “problem.” Jake didn’t know what to say. He was confused by wanting to just walk away, but here was this man he fantasized all through HS checking him out and eyeing his bulge.

“I am not sure..i …yeah..” was all Jake could mutter. He’d jacked off to a moment like this, with this very dad, numerous times. And how here he is, the subject of all that spilt cum, talking to Jake about his growing cock. beyşehir escort

“your sweaty body and hair are really turning me on as well.” The man said. “ever want to have a man suck you off?”

“OMG, here, now? There’s so many people around.” Jake was stoking his cock hard now remembering the initial conversation.

“I want to sniff that sweaty crotch in your compression shorts, pull them down, and suck on that cock of yours .There’s a spot over by those trees, we can go there, no one will see us .I want you to fuck my mouth”

The man leads Jake down to the trees and they position themselves, so they are hidden from view. He reaches down and rubs Jakes still member through his shorts. Jake pulls air in between his teeth he feels the man’s hand all over him, moaning as well. He’s dreamt of this, and here it is happening.

“You’re making me so hard, in my shorts sir.” Jake says as he grinds his cock against the man’s hand.

“Yeah, let me rub it for you. How’s that feel?”

“Oh god, that feels so nice.”

“You have a nice size cock; it feels good in my hands. Want me to pull it out, suck on it for you? Would you like that?”

“Please, there’s nothing more I would like right now.”

The man pulls his compression shorts down, exposing Jakes dick and he slowly starts stroking it as he kneels. He grabs it at the base and licks the head, tasting the precum oozing from the tip. The man slowly kisses and licks the shaft from the head down to the balls and back. He is taking his time, teasing Jake.

He takes the head of the dick in his mouth and starts rolling his tongue around rubbing it all over, and slowly sucking it in, letting more and more of his length into the man’s mouth. Finally he has it all the way in and is sucking him hard, breathing through his nose, which is buried in Jake’s pubes. Jake cannot believe this is happening. It feels so good, and he can’t hold back any longer.

He starts to convulse, closes his eyes and yells out “ahhh” before he could warn the man about his impending orgasm. He jerks and grabs the guys head to steady himself, as he dumps the contents of his balls into the man’s waiting throat. For his part, the man doesn’t let go, and keeps a solid lock on his dick as he swallows every drop.

And with that, Jake cranks out his load onto his chest, reliving that one night with the older gentleman, as he has done so many times since its occurrence. He cleans himself off and logs off the site to go see what’s for breakfast.

Greg goes about his errands, checks the time, see it is almost one, and stops by the school. He doesn’t believe the kid will show but doesn’t want to miss out just in case. After waiting 5 minutes, his prediction came true. He took off to his next stop, and figured it was for the best, as he just now realized the kid stated he lived close to the school in his own city, not the adjacent one. That hadn’t entered his mind until that very moment. What if he knew this guy?

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Rain poured down fast creating little streams that moved along the sidewalks and into the city gutters. The weather was foggy and made walking much harder. The street lights would be useful if they weren’t so dim. A car drove by splashing water from a puddle directly onto Max’s shivering form. A curse slipped past his lips without hesitation. Today sucked.

It had been another tiring day at work for Max. The day had dragged on forever and he wouldn’t have been surprised if the clock was set a few minutes too slow. Maybe his day wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t have to deal with the people. Being a waiter meant that people felt the need to yell at him when the food wasn’t good.

Max sighed. He was glad it was night. He could just shower and sleep without any interruptions. Or at least that’s what he thought. As Max stepped up onto his porch he tripped up nearly falling face first onto the stone steps. Quickly, he turned on the porch light. A package sat innocently on top the faded welcome mat. Weird.

Max shook his head and sighed. He didn’t order anything. Still he grabbed the box and went inside. Max placed it on the counter and grabbed a knife. Slowly, he sliced bahçelievler escort away the packaging tape and pulled up the flaps. Inside was three things.

The first thing was a nightgown. It was pale pink with lace trim. Max slid the material across his skin. Goosebumps immediately formed along his arm. The material was smooth and silky.

Next in the box was a razor kit. Max didn’t have any facial hair so he didn’t buy razors often. He placed the razor kit on the counter.

Then finally Max moved onto the last thing in the box. A smile formed on Max’s face right away. He recognized the box of chocolates. It was a fancier more expensive brand he had seen at the store a few times. He popped one of the chocolates in his mouth then left to go shower.

While showering Max couldn’t help but think. Why would a stranger leave these items at his door? They were clearly meant for a woman. Unless the postman messed up the address? Max finished his shower. He left for his kitchen without thinking.

Max stood in front of the mysterious package silently. Nobody would miss these items right? If the person wanted their stuff bakırköy escort back then they would have come already. Max grabbed the silk nightgown and ran his hands over the material. Quietly, he stripped out of his normal pyjamas and into the gown.

A shiver ran up Max’s body. The smooth material felt great! The young man was tempted to do a twirl but he held back. The pink was girly enough, he didn’t need to embarrass himself more with a twirl.

Then Max glanced over at the razor kit. His sister used to run around the house showing off her freshly shaven legs. He always thought it was stupid that she would be so excited about being hairless. But a small part of him was curious.

Ten minutes later Max laid in his bed with his own freshly shaven legs. He could see why his sister loved it so much! His sensitive legs rubbed up against the material on the nightgown making him shiver. Max wasn’t used to this feeling but he already knew he loved it! The young man rubbed his legs back and fourth along the fabric excitedly. The motion caused his cock to rub against the fabric too. Max froze.

His tip was exposed and sensitive. başakşehir escort The smooth material was rubbed against his tip each time he moved. A quiet moan slipped out Max’s lips. He was hard. How had he not noticed this earlier? Max bit his lip and held his breath.

The young man lowered his hand over his cock. He touched it through the nightgown starting with a gentle squeeze. Max shivered and squeezed again only harder. Fuck. Max bit his lip and changed position. This time he laid on his stomach. He leaned down so that his cock was pushed flush against the nightgown. Slowly he rocked back and fourth.

Precum was dripping out from his sensitive tip, he could feel it. Max let out a few drawn out moans as he repeated his actions a few more times. It wouldn’t be long until he finished.

Max pulled his nightgown up so that he could see his aching cock. It bounced up to meet his bellybutton. The young man reached over and gripped it between his warm hands. He started slowly, rubbing up and down at a steady pace. Then he moved faster.

A warm feeling pooled inside him. Max’s mouth formed an “o” shape as he moaned. His body twitched and he came. White spewed over his hands and onto his belly. Max let out a shaky breath and rubbed the sticky cum on his nightgown.

Max laid back and pulled up his covers. His brown eyes slipped shut. This was just what Max needed. A night of self care. This was all thanks to the wonderful package. Then with that final thought Max slept.

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“Tom do you know why I kept coming over when you were in the shower, or just getting out of bed?” Terry asked me.

“No I kind of wondered it seems every time I got in the shower you were at the door knocking.” I said to him.

“Honestly I was hoping to catch you naked one time, get to see you undressed, I wanted to see your cock and balls, most times I got to see your chest and what a magnificent chest it is, I came so many times stroking to your body Tom.” Terry admitted.

“Well now you don’t have to fantasize, you can have the real thing right here.” I told him.

Terry kissed me, he was a quick learner, he knew very soon what I liked when it came to kissing. Terry and I talked, he had a rough road ahead he would have to sell the house, find something smaller to live in, the divorce would take its tole on him mentally and financially. Terry would list the house as soon as he could, he and I would stage it so it would sell that much faster.

I got the ground beef out to make the patties, Terry would go home to grab some clothes, finish the laundry he had started yesterday. After a kiss he walked out, I got the burgers ready mixing the beef and making patties, I would have to go grab hamburger buns and some tomatoes maybe something to go along with the burgers.

I called Terry see if he needed anything at the grocery store.

“Tom can I come along with you, I want to grab a few things to snack on for the kids, I also need some milk and cereal for breakfast. The kids cleaned up and even made their beds, I am in shock.” Terry said to me.

“You have two amazing kids there Terry, both so well brought up.” I said to him

“Tom I will head over in about five is that good?” He asked me.

“Yes Terry I need to put some clothes on.” I said to him.

“Tom are you naked I can be right over.” Terry said laughing.

“See you in five Terry.” I told him laughing.

Terry walked in about three minutes later, I came out of the bedroom naked, my cock rock hard ready for action.

“Tom your not ready?” Terry said to me.

“Oh I’m ready just not for shopping something else.” I said with a sly grin.

I took Terry’s hand and led him sarıyer escort to my bedroom, I took his clothes off laid him in the bed then got on top of him in a sixty nine position. I took Terry’s cock semi erect already into my mouth my tongue under the foreskin, Terry moaning already, Terry took my cock into his mouth, I gently pumped my cock into him, my own mouth having his to the base, I sucked down my throat working his cock. Terry’s cock quickly exploded in my throat, his load huge like last time.

My own cock on the edge so close to filling him up, my balls reacted my cock poured out a load into his waiting mouth. Terry swallowed all he could, some of it slipping out the sides of his mouth. I rolled off of him laying there my balls drained my cock slowly going soft.

“Dam Tom that was good, we better get to the store before the kids get home.” Terry said to me.

I just wanted to lay here beside him naked, till the next wave hit us. I got up got dressed, Terry put his clothes back on, the man looked good in and out of his clothes, I walked up and kissed him, the taste of cum still in his mouth. We got ready and headed out, Terry got what he needed, I grabbed more than I needed like always.

Terry took his bags home the kids back from school.

“Come over when your ready tell Ryan and Megan to come by anytime.” I yelled across the street.

Megan came in first, she too no longer knocking on the door.

“Hey Tom how was your day?” She asked.

“Very good spent it with your Dad, we went shopping did some swimming, how was your day?” I asked wanting to know what had happened to the boy.

“Well it was one of the best days at school ever, he came up to me at lunchtime in the cafeteria, talking loud so everyone would hear him, that I was just a cock tease, making him hard and I did not put out. I let him talk till he finally shut up. I came back with I would have put out but you came before you even took it out of your pants and when you finally got it out it was this big.” She said holding her fingers at about two inches.

“The entire school erupted in laughter, another girl came up beside me and confirmed sefaköy escort that yes it was maybe two inches and only took seconds, two other girls confirmed it holding up their fingers at about two inches, isn’t that right Little Johnny Cum Quickly?” Megan told me laughing.

It took some time for me to compose myself, this young man would have a name that would stick with him the rest of his life.

“All the girls in school did the same to him when he passed him in the halls, holding up two inches, seems he had tried to coerce many other girls in school to have sex with him by bullying them into it, most of the boys quickly joined in the laughter as well. Little Johnny Cum Quickly faded into the shadows.” Megan told me.

“He did try to text message me so I sent him a two inch ruler and blocked him, showing the other girls in class, I quickly made so many friends in one day thank you so much Tom you are the best man ever.” Megan told me.

I could not stop smiling at what had transpired, she sure taught that bully a lesson he would soon not forget. Megan helped me prepare the burgers, we got the salad ready and in the fridge, she and I having a small glass of white.

“Don’t tell your Dad or he will kill me.” I told her as he walked in the door.

“Don’t tell Dad what Tom?” Terry said walking up and kissing me.

“Wow Dad so brazen, I have never seen you come in and kiss Mom like that before, but I guess I know why now.” Megan said to him.

Terry brought over some watermelon for after dinner, he took a seat next to me.

“Wine my daughter is drinking wine who approved that one?” Terry asked.

I took his face in my hands and kissed him.

“I did now do you want a beer or do you want to argue?” I asked him.

“Beer please.” Terry said as Ryan walked in.

“How was your day son?” Terry asked him.

“Excellent the best day ever, I have a date Friday night. Tom you know him its the pizza delivery guy he asked me out.” Ryan said smiling.

“That is great Ryan, so good to hear.” I said to him.

I have to admit I was a tad jealous, but I was after all seeing his father, okay and so much seyrantepe escort more. I handed Ryan a glass of white, I put more in mine and Megan’s glass, and I handed Terry a beer, he quickly kissed me, it was a bit awkward in front of Ryan at first, but I was not about to be uncomfortable kissing this man. We sat and toasted to our wonderful day, each and every one of us. Terry offered to cook the burgers while Megan and I got the salads ready, Ryan set the table, I loved having them in my house, I knew I wanted them to move in with me.

We had dinner then cleaned up, with four of us pitching in it took minutes to get it all done, we settled into the sitting room so we could talk.

“Guys we have to talk, I have to put the house up for sale, so your Mother and I can settle financially, we are going to have to move into an apartment for the time being, I looked at a few we can’t afford much till the house actually sells, a two bedroom is all we can actually afford and it is not in a good neighbourhood.” Terry said disappointed with himself.

“Actually Terry I was thinking you Ryan and Megan could move in with me? I have this big house, a third bedroom I use as an office that has more dust than actual usage. What do you guys think?” I asked them.

All three sat there mouths open, speechless.

“Tom we couldn’t impose on you like that, besides where would we all sleep?” Terry asked me.

“Seriously Terry? You will have to sleep on the sofa here as I only have three bedrooms.” I said smiling.

“Ryan can take the office, Megan the spare bedroom, and you will have to bunk in with me Terry.” I said smiling.

Terry looked at his two kids.

“What do you guys think? What should we do here?” Terry asked them.

“Dad seriously come on, do you have to even ask, come on get real here, I am not living in no apartment block anytime soon.” Megan said to us.

“Dad it only makes sense for us, if Tom is okay with us being with him how can we turn down an offer like this? Besides I am off to University this year Megan has one more year and then your alone Dad, rather you be with Tom. ” Ryan said with concern for his Dad.

“Tom are you sure about this?” Terry asked me.

“Terry I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life.” I said to him.

Terry leaned in and kissed me, I held the kiss my arms around his neck.

“Thank you so much Tom this will be so much easier to get the house on the market and sold.” Terry said.

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