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I must have dozed off. The answering machine had already picked up by the time I absorbed the knowledge that the phone was ringing. The buzzer beeped and the message started.

“Hi guys,” a very familiar low voice spoke out from the box. “It’s me. I don’t know what you two are up to that has you so busy you can’t pick up… Or wait, maybe I do, but let’s not go there, okay?”

I laughed softly to myself.

“Anyway, I called to let you know we’re going to be a little late. Don’t roll your eyes, Joe, you only have to take care of yourselves this weekend. We’ve got all the kids, plus a couple extra I’ve never seen before, and both dogs, which are almost more work. Grandma has her yoga class until 9:30, so she can’t come over and scare the hell out of them like she normally does either. And to top it off, my darling wife is in the bathroom with morning sickness even though I told her she can’t be because she’s in her third trimester, which probably wasn’t the wisest thing to say…”

I reached for the phone but stopped when I heard Joe leave the bathroom and pick up the hall receiver. He strolled into the bedroom with his hand on the cordless. Half his face was shaved and he still had bed hair and I almost jumped him–he looked so gorgeous.

“Sure, sure,” he was saying into the receiver, “let me talk to her.”

He winked at me and motioned for me to pick up the phone. I shook my head lazily and he shrugged.

“Hey, sweetheart, how’s it going?” He frowned and I sat up. “Your stomach hurts?” He listened and the worry was replaced by amusement. “Even though you know that can’t happen in the third trimester.”

I rolled my eyes and flopped back down on the bed.

“Well, why don’t you try eating some ice cream to settle your stomach?”

“Joe!” I said exasperated. “Is that your idea of sound medical advice?”

He stuck his tongue out at me and walked back into the hall. A few minutes later I heard him hang up. He came back in the room and lay down on the bed.

“Reprieve,” he said staring at the ceiling. “They’ll be about 45 minutes late, which translates to an hour, hour and half minimum.”

“Is she really sick?” I remembered my earlier concern and wanted to make sure I was right to let it go. “I mean we could cancel…”

“She’s not sick. You worry too much.”

“Oh and you don’t.”

Joe turned his head and smiled at me. “It’s good for her to get out, experience a change of scene.”

I snorted. “Watch it. You’re beginning to sound pretty new age there, Mr. MD.”

“Well,” his eyes turned sexy. “I’m a sensitive kind of guy.” He leaned over to kiss me tenderly then abruptly changed moods and pinched my ass.

“Ow!”

“Come on, let’s shower and then I’ll make you one of my bean curd and sprout omelets.”

“My God,” I groaned in mock horror. “Aliens have come in the middle of the night and replaced the man I love with Richard Simmons.”

“Never happen. We’re a team, you and me; not even aliens could separate us.”

He walked out of the bedroom without waiting for my reaction. He already knew what it would be. He was right: nobody would ever separate us. Not that a couple hadn’t tried…

October 1988

The sky was cloudless, the air tangy with the sweet scents of fall and beer. The sun shone down with hard rays, warming my face and hands. It was a perfect day for football. The only problem was: we were losing.

Carl my old roommate and perennial football buddy, moaned in agony as Joe got sacked again.

“Third down,” boomed the loudspeaker.

“I can’t watch anymore,” Carl practically whimpered, than matched his actions with his words and got up. “You want a dog?”

I shook my head. He shrugged and took off trying to beat the half-time mob.

For four years now, we had been watching the Wolverines together. As freshman, far away from home and friends, it had seemed expedient to go to the games together. After a while, it had become a habit and had given us some common ground that we didn’t otherwise share. It had been the basis of a friendship that, while I wouldn’t call it close, was something I valued.

He had gotten married the previous June to a pretty little blonde named Ashley, who was sassy and funny and I was half in love with her myself. I was surprised and flattered, when he asked me to be one of his groomsmen.

Ash didn’t like football, but she had graciously agreed that Carl and I could continue our football affair, as she called it. So Saturday afternoons remained the two of us, up in the stands, yelling ‘Go Blue!’ and singing Hail To The Victors, regardless of whether the team won or lost.

There was one difference this year. Joe had landed us some killer seats at the 50-yard line. Now, while most of the students were crammed into the edges of the stadium, we sat with the Alumni bigwigs. Joe was so pleased to have been able to do this for us that I never told him I kinda missed the insanity that went on in the student section.

A hand grasped my shoulder firmly.

“Jesus,” I said without turning around. “That mecidiyeköy escort was quick.”

“Mike?” It was not Carl.

I swiveled around in my seat, my mouth suddenly gone dry. There behind me stood Culvert Atchison Montgomery IV, sexy grin and all.

It had been over two months since I’d started my new job at the firm and I’d had plenty of time to check out Cam. Familiarity had not bred contempt. If anything, I thought he’d gotten better looking then when I’d first laid eyes on him. A lot of that had to do with how he acted, as well as the way he was put together.

He was always friendly, always polite when he made a request and grateful for any work that you did for him. He snubbed no one; treated nobody like they were below his notice. He knew everybody’s name from the overworked secretaries to the guy who cleaned the washrooms. It was no surprise that I wasn’t the only person who’d have jumped in front of him to take a bullet. We probably would have fought over the honor.

My job, as I’ve mentioned, was research, and I’d be less than honest if I didn’t admit that some of the research I’d done had been on Cam. No, I didn’t do a TRW on him. But I asked around, casually, and I found out as much as I could without risking a reputation as a stalker.

He was 34 years old, divorced, and the father of two kids, a boy 9 and a girl, 7. He and his ex-wife, Elise, were friendly; he kept a picture of her on his desk along with one of the munchkins. Rumor had it that his ex had left him for another guy; but I didn’t buy it. I mean, who could she have found that would be better than Cam? He had been raised in Chicago and was from a wealthy family, but had decided to move to Ann Arbor after the divorce.

His sex life was strictly private. Nobody knew anything for sure, but the prevailing theory was that he was still heartbroken over the breakup of his marriage; he even wore his wedding band. Of course it goes without saying I’d of loved to help him out by licking his wounds and any other body part he wanted me to attend to.

But being the realist that I am, I’d accepted that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Instead I’d been conducting my own quest for a new love, or a reasonable facsimile of that phenomenon. My results though, had been less than spectacular. I was beginning to be afraid that my senior year would be a relatively celibate one. Joe wasn’t having a lot of luck in the love life department either, if his bitching could be believed.

Ironic isn’t it? Just as we’d realized settling down has some advantages; we both hit a dry spell. But the problem faded as I looked at the ice blue eyes of the face in front of me.

“Cam! I thought you were somebody else.” I said inanely and unnecessarily; the man was not an idiot.

“Sorry to disappoint you.” But his expression showed how unlikely he thought that was.

“No, no, have a seat.”

“Okay, just for a minute,” he swung gracefully around me to sit in Carl’s vacant spot.

I could feel the heat and strength of his leg as it brushed mine and the faint smell of some kind of spicy aftershave drifted past my nose. I had to restrain myself from sniffing appreciatively. Cam looked around him and raised his eyebrows.

“Great seats.”

“Yeah, a friend of mine is on the team. He got them for me.”

“Joe Lassiter.”

He knew about my friendship with Joe? My surprise must have registered in my face, and he answered my unspoken question.

“Pen told me you two were friends.”

For a second, my heart warmed. Cam had been asking about me. His next sentence told me that wasn’t the case.

“I was telling her about my not so glorious years at Northwestern. I was second-string quarterback. She told me you knew the kid with the golden arm.”

“Yeah, not so golden today though,” I sighed, though it was as much for my disappointment in finding out Cam was not checking me out, as for the dismal showing the team was putting out that day.

“I’m not sure it’s entirely his fault, his blockers look like they’ve never seen a defensive play before.”

I nodded glumly in agreement. Cam laughed and shrugged.

“Hey,” he admonished. “Everybody has a bad day now and again.”

“Which would be fine, if it wasn’t against the Spartans!”

“Ah yes,” he laughed, as only somebody who was from out of town would. “The famous rivalry.”

“It’s not just that,” I protested, then grinned at the disbelieving look on his face. “Okay, maybe it is, but you have to understand what it’ll do to our ratings. State isn’t even ranked this year.”

“Cheer up,” he squeezed my arm.

I could feel it all the way to my groin. Damn! This guy made me feel like a horny thirteen year old.

“Maybe they’ll do better the second half.”

I managed to stutter out some reply and he took his hand away which allowed my brain to clear. We continued to talk about the team, and the game. He told me he was with a couple of the partners and their wives, and pointed to some seats about twelve up from us.

Carl pendik escort came back and I introduced them. Carl joined in the conversation and we argued good naturally about what the Wolverines had to do to pull this one out. Finally, halftime ended and Cam rose to leave.

“I wish I could stay and sit with you guys,” he said. “The people I’m with only want to talk about work. It’s fun talking football.”

“We’re going out for some beers later with Lassiter,” Carl said. “Ditch the stiffs and join us.”

Cam looked at me and I nodded. My mouth was dry again and I seemed to have temporarily lost the use of my vocal cords. Don’t be an asshole, I told myself this is just a bunch of guys getting together for some brews. But I almost jumped for joy, when Cam nodded.

“Thanks, I’d like that. I’ll have to meet you though, I came with my associates.”

Carl gave him directions to the bar. I sat there like an idiot. If I didn’t get myself under control I was in for a very long and uncomfortable night.

We lost. Carl and I waited at the gate until Joe limped over to us. He looked beat; he had a cut lip and the beginnings of a black eye. He saw the look on my face.

“Don’t even start,” he warned, but I ignored him.

“Jesus Joe, those farm boys kicked the shit out of you.”

“Fuck you, Mike.”

“There you go, wishing for the impossible again.”

We walked over to my car. Well, Carl and I walked; Joe hobbled. He really did look all out. I was a little concerned, so naturally I gave him crap until he groaned and slumped in the back seat of the car and covered his ears.

“Christ, why do I put up with this abuse?” He whined. “I could have gone out with some nice young thing that’d give me sympathy, instead of rubbing salt in my wounds.”

“Yeah, but she wouldn’t have liked it when you got shit faced and threw up all over the place.”

I watched his face brighten at the mention of drinking. Don’t get me wrong, none of us were really drunks, but this was college and a lot of male bonding is done over a dozen or so beers.

We eventually pulled into a dilapidated tavern about 10 miles out of town. It was our normal hangout after a game. Joe liked a little down time to unwind; so we usually avoided the crowded sports and college bars, though we probably would end up in one by the end of the evening.

We walked in and, as usual, it was only half full and everybody ignored us. We found a table and ordered a pitcher.

About 15 minutes later, Cam walked in. Carl and I hadn’t mentioned he was joining us to Joe. Carl had probably forgotten, and I didn’t want to seem too eager. Joe looked at me quizzically, as Cam sat down.

“Cam,” I said making introductions. “This is Joe Lassiter. Joe, Cam Montgomery, he’s a partner at Croft. We saw each other at the game, and we told him to join us.”

They eyed each other speculatively. I was amused. Two alpha males meeting for the first time can be very entertaining. Eventually, they relaxed and started to talk. Carl joined in, but I took the opportunity to sit back and watch the action.

It slowly dawned on me that they had more in common than just star quality. Physically, they were the same body type, coloring, hair, even eye color, though Joe’s were a warmer blue and Cam’s body had the mature musculature of a man in his thirties. Their voices were similar too. Low and masculine with identical inflection and accent; which was reasonable, when you knew they’d been raised in the same area of the country.

There were, of course, differences. Joe had an air of enthusiasm, a joy in life, while Cam was more wary. When Joe smiled, it was open and inviting. Cam’s, I saw, now that I could compare the two, was more ironic and world-weary. It made sense, when you considered the years and the experience that separated the two men. Joe, in another twelve years might have exactly the same mannerisms if life and love dealt with him as unkindly as it apparently had Cam.

I shivered as that thought struck home. God, I hoped that wasn’t a premonition. No way did I wish that kind of unhappiness on my best friend.

“You okay?” Joe said. “You’re kind of far away there, dude.”

“Yeah, just felt somebody walking on my grave is all.”

Joe shrugged and grinned and went back to arguing with Carl. Cam stared at me, his face briefly mirroring Joe’s concern. I felt my stomach lurch, as my attraction to him dug in deeper. Jesus, I thought, freshman year I fell in love with Joe, a straight guy, and now I was repeating history with Cam. Was this my fate, to always fall for unattainable men?

Cam was still looking at me. I wanted to break eye contact, but my treacherous body wouldn’t let me. Slowly his mouth curled up in a little, amused grin. Shit, he knew!

It was like he could see into my soul. I felt my face flushing. The noise of the bar receded; the only thing I was aware of were icy blue eyes pulling me in like a tractor beam. At least, when I’d been so hung up on Joe, I’d been spared the humiliation of him being aware of the sancaktepe escort attraction. Now, I would have to deal with the knowledge that, Cam was not only fully cognizant of my schoolboy crush; he thought it was funny.

“Hey ladies,” Carl broke the moment, and I went weak from relief. “It’s been fun; but duty and marriage calls.”

“What you really mean is, you’re going home for some sex,” Joe retorted.

It was a well-established fact. Beer made my old roommate horny.

“Well at least, I’m going to get some tonight, which is more than I can say about you sad shits,” Carl stood and tossed some bills on the table. “Later…”

He walked away as Joe and I looked at each other and laughed. Cam stared at us, puzzled.

“Watch this,” I said to him with glee.

Carl walked out of the bar, with his hand searching his pocket. Through the dusty plate glass window, we saw him stop in the parking lot and look around. Finally, he turned back and walked back into the building, his cheeks a fiery red.

“Mike?” He said pouting.

“Yes?” I had no intention of making this easy for Carl.

“Can I have a ride home?”

Joe and I broke into a roar. Cam realized what had happened and he joined in. Carl just stood and glowered at us.

“Assholes,” he muttered.

“Aw,” I said in mock sympathy. “Did the little head take all the oxygen from the big head and make you forget who drove?”

“Come on Mike, have some mercy,” Joe added. “Take the boy home, so he can get some relief.”

We all stood and got ready to leave. Joe and Cam decided to head to one of the pubs down by the school. I was going to meet them for burgers and more beer, after I dropped off Carl.

I meant to do just that; but Ash met us at the door and invited me in. One look at Carl’s agonized face, silently begging me to refuse was all I needed to agree to stay for a while. So, it was almost an hour and a half until I caught up to them. Well, one of them anyway.

“What happened to Joe?” I asked Cam, when I finally found him at the bar.

“He found a young lady with a hot tub.” He grinned at me and stood. We grabbed a booth.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you’d be stranded, I got caught by Ashley, that’s Carl’s wife.”

“No problem, Joe just left a few minutes ago. I thought I’d stay for a while. I figured you’d show up eventually.”

“Thanks, it was good of you to wait.”

“I wanted to,” he looked at me with those incredible eyes and I mentally groaned.

I was not prepared to a have a one on one evening with Cam. It had been hard enough, no pun intended, to sit with him when Joe and Carl were there as buffers, I had no idea how I would handle it alone. I struggled to find a safe topic.

“So,” I finally managed to croak out. “How did you and Joe get along?”

“Okay, he’s a nice guy.”

“He’s my best friend.”

“He said the same about you,” something about that statement amused Cam. “So tell me, how did you two meet?”

I told him, and in the telling I started to relax. It was a story I’d repeated a lot in the three years I’d known Joe. I’d learn how to tell it well, dwelling on the funny aspects and brushing off the real terror and pain that night had given me. But as I told it, I remembered, and the memory made me rub the scar I would always carry on the palm of my right hand.

Cam noticed; he reached across the table and flipped my hand up and stared at it. “The surgeons did a good job,” he said softly, still holding my hand in place.

“It works okay, though my handwriting will never win any awards and the scar feels kind of weird,” I tried to pull my hand away, but he tightened his grip.

“Let me see,” Cam moved his hand to trace the bumpy ridges on my palm.

Even though I didn’t have much feeling there; I shivered from his touch.

“It’s cooler than the rest of your hand,” he slid his fingers up, stroking mine.

My heart pounded in my chest. Could what I think was happening really be? My eyes searched his face. Yep. I may be slow; but I wasn’t a complete imbecile. Cam grinned a lazy, sexy smile. He knew I was going to be easy.

“Are you sure?” I asked. I wanted him to spell it out, to make it perfectly clear in my mind.

He obliged. “Sure this is wrong, considering where you work? Sure I’m getting in way over my head? Sure I want you?” He never broke his gaze. “Oh yes, I’m sure.” He gave my hand a little squeeze, then released it and sat back.

“I’m starved,” he abruptly changed the subject. “Didn’t you say this place had great burgers?”

I nodded dumbly. He called a waiter over and got some menus. I managed to pull myself together enough to order. Cam started to chat about work, as if the last few minutes hadn’t happened.

Amazingly, I managed to restrain myself from dropping to my knees and sucking his cock. If he wanted to play it cool, then I would too.

The rest of the night passed in a blur. Part of me listened and laughed and responded at the appropriate times, but most of me was consumed with how the evening would end.

I shouldn’t have bothered.

We walked out of the pub at a little past midnight. The streets were almost deserted. Most people were at home by now, or still partying indoors. Cam walked with me to my car. I waited for him to ask me to his place; I wanted to ask him to mine. He didn’t, and my courage failed me.

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*****

I sighed to myself. Another night of me sitting in the dark. Another night of waiting. And waiting. I tried to ignore the mild chill as I sat there. Waiting.

It probably wouldn’t have been as bad if I had known what I was waiting for, but I had no idea. I was drawn here. To this park, to this very bench. Had been since I was a child and my family had moved to one of the houses just across the street.

I could ignore it. I mean, I’m not crazy or anything. But if I don’t come, it just doesn’t feel right. Everything feels… Sideways? Oh hell, I don’t know how to explain it. But there it is.

Oh, I nearly forgot. My name is Jayson. I’m now 27, about five foot eleven and 180 pounds. Brown hair and blue eyes round out my physical appearance I suppose.

So for the countless night in a row, I sat on my park bench, just waiting. As always, about an hour after the sun had disappeared, the feeling began to fade and I got up and returned to my home.

I sighed as I locked the door behind me. halkalı escort Tugging off my shoes, I then left them beside the door before climbing the stairs to the second story.

The moment I was in my room, I pulled off my shirt. ‘Not bad’ I thought to myself. Definitely not a gym bunny, but I did take care of myself. With only a small patch of hair between my pecs and my happy trail starting just below my belly button and disappearing at the waist of my jeans, I wasn’t smooth, but not very hairy. A nice middle ground.

I quickly unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor. I collapsed into bed in my boxer briefs, barely bothering to cover myself with the comforter.

I felt sleep pulling me into its embrace. My last conscious thought before it took me was ‘maybe tomorrow I’ll finally be done waiting.’

**************

The fierce wind stung my face making my eyes water. Though it was hard to see, I knew this place. I had been here before.

The barren and rocky ground beneath my bare feet wasn’t ideal, but I trudged forward anyway. I had to keep moving forward. I couldn’t stop now. içerenköy escort Not now. Not after everything that had happened. Not after I had come so far.

A sharp rock bit into my tender foot. I winced at the pain and knew it was bleeding, but not even this would stop me.

Nothing would stop me.

I would get there. I would find him.

I had to find him.

And nothing would stop me.

*********

I woke up gasping for air. It had been months said I had had one of those dreams. I had finally allowed myself to hope that they were behind me now.

Apparently I was wrong.

I laid there for a few moments, letting myself fully settle back into reality. Once I felt calm, I sat up and inhaled deeply.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, but the moment I stood up, I winced.

My foot hurt. It wasn’t bleeding, but the pain from the cut was surely there…

What was happening to me? Maybe I was wrong before. Maybe I am crazy…

No. That can’t be it. I know I’m not crazy. It must be… Oh, what are they called? Night terrors? Yea, that’s it. Where your kartal escort dream is so realistic your body manifest what happened. That was all this pain is.

I did my best to ignore it as I got out of bed and went about my usual morning routine: a piss, brush teeth, some toast, getting dressed, then off to work.

I found myself extremely great fun for the nice weather as I walked down to the office building where I work. As for my work, it’s nothing fancy. Human resources and occasionally public relations with a big business. I felt like most of my time was spent getting yelled at or easing peoples fears.

Not that I’m complaining. I love my job. I know how odd that sounds, but I really do. Usually I can usually calm people and get to the root of the problem. Most the time, once you can do that, the rest is easy.

I walked into my small office, and was just about to get the list of problems already waiting for me when there was a knock on the door. I figured it was a boss, being so early, so I didn’t even look up as I said “come in”.

I looked up as somebody cleared their throat and found myself feeling completely lost.

I had never seen this man before, but something deep inside me screamed that this was what I had been waiting for. All these years of waiting at that park, and it was him I had been waiting for.

This man who was now standing in my office.

I hadn’t needed to wait. He found me in the end…

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As requested, a follow up. I’m not as proud of this one as I was the first, and I think that’s because I saw the first as finished. I hope you enjoy it, though.

*****

I was on my way out to work when I heard the sound of something hitting the side of the house. It was the distinctive sound of someone shooting hoops in my driveway. Only one person would be doing that. Jake Turner.

Lupe rushed into the living room and looked at me in an accusatory way.

“This is your fault,” he told me, “You just had to go stir that hornet’s nest. Did you listen to my infinite wisdom on this matter? No. You just had to go and fuck that guy.”

“We didn’t fuck,” I lied for the umpteenth time. I promised to keep Jake’s secret, and I did. It wasn’t my fault he had me screaming loud enough for Lupe to hear me down the hall.

“I remember that night, Eric,” he told me in no uncertain words, his hand resting on a cocked hip, “Either he was fucking you, or he was beating you, and I don’t see any bruises.”

Good thing he couldn’t see my ass. It’s taken me the whole of the last week to recuperate from the best fuck of my life. Jake set my body on fire with lust, and even as I denied the event ever happened, I smoldered with the lingering memory of his big cock buried in my ass. Even as I denied he ever fucked me, I lay in bed alone at night, wrecked and ruined by a man I knew I couldn’t have.

“I told him he could shoot hoops anytime he wanted, and I’m keeping my word on that. Besides, maybe he wants to be friendly.”

“Oh, my God!” Lupe exclaimed, turning dramatically in a little circle, “That man doesn’t have a friendly bone in his entire body.”

“The way you tell it, he has at least one.” Lupe just stared at me. My joke must have flown right over his head, or he just didn’t think it was funny. I couldn’t tell which.

“I have to go, Lupe. It’s alright. Just let him be and everything will be fine.” I took him in for a hug. “I promise.”

“Okay, I trust you,” he told me, pulling out of the hug. “It’s him I don’t trust.”

I exited the house through the door that led into the garage, to get my bike out. I stood at the garage door, trembling, and waited until Jake made another shot, then pulled the garage door open.

There he was, wearing nothing but basketball shorts and high tops. His broad, hairy chest heaving with his physical activity. He looked at me. I looked at him.

“Hey, Jake,” I said in a friendly voice as I pulled the garage door closed.

“Hey,” he said with a nod. As cold and distant as ever. “Where are you heading?” he asked as I rolled my bike into the street.

“I’m on my way to work,” I answered, hiking my leg over the top tube, “I work as a bartender at the Stallion.”

“That’s a gay bar, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is.” I smiled.

“I’m not a fag,” he told me, his voice was defensive.

“There are plenty of straight guys from the neighborhood who hang out there. We have cheap beer.”

“That’s not what I mean.” It took me a moment to realize he was referring to the other night.

“Oh,” I said, my heart feeling heavy in my chest, “I never said you were.” Silence lingered between us as we just stood there, looking at each other. “I really need to go, or I’ll be late.”

“Sure. Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”

“That would be nice,” I called back to him, kicking off and peddling away. I cursed myself for smiling most of the trip. Why was I getting all mushy about Jake? We had some fun, and he was clear that he wasn’t looking for anything more than that. I was setting myself up for heartbreak. Maybe Lupe was right. I never should have let him fuck me.

Being a Friday night, the bar was hopping, and I was kept so busy I didn’t have any time to think about Jake Turner. That didn’t stop me from looking up every time someone entered or exited the front door, expecting to see his hostile looking face.

I rode home feeling energized and light. I loved my job. The energy of the bar’s patrons like a psychic vampire. It was a rare night that I ended a shift feeling tired. Horny, yes, but never tired.

As I approached my house, I slowed and looked over at the house Jake shared with his father. Someone was standing in the window. The curtain was quickly pulled back into place as I brazenly waved to whomever it was that was looking out. Was it Jake? Was he waiting up for me to come home?

Nonsense, maltepe escort I told myself as I returned my bike to the garage. It was probably his lunatic of a father spying on the neighbors again. I remembered when Lupe and I first moved in. Jake’s father came out, cursing about the fags moving in across the street. He all but carried a protest sign up and down the sidewalk.

With the memory of my night with Jake on my mind, I went upstairs and locked my bedroom door. Lying in bed, I pulled out my dildo and slipped it into my ass, pumping it in and out of me, trying to replicate Jake’s movements. The dildo wasn’t as large as he was, and my manipulation of the latex cock wasn’t as skilled as Jake’s fucking. I gave up on the ass play and stroked myself off, falling asleep soon after.

Three days later, it was raining cats and dogs outside. I pulled my umbrella out of the stand next to the front door and walked out onto the front porch, stilling myself against the prospects of walking six blocks in that mess, debating if I was being paid enough.

Across the street, I saw Jake run from his front door to get in his car. I stepped off the porch, unfolding my umbrella against the onslaught. As I made it to the sidewalk, Jake pulled up next to me and opened the door.

“Get in,” he called to me.

I obeyed and climbed into the front seat with him. He took off as soon as I had my door shut.

“Thanks,” I told him, “I really appreciate this.”

“Not a problem,” he answered, never taking his eyes off the road, “I was on my way to the grocery store, and it’s on the way, so…”

“Jake, the grocery store is in the opposite direction.”

“What I meant was it’s not out of my way.”

We pulled into the parking lot and Jake stopped the car at the entrance.

“When do you get off?”

“When you fuck me.” I joked. He rolled his eyes and huffed at me. “The bar closes at midnight tonight, so I’ll be out around one.”

“I’ll pick you up.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I protested.

“I know that.” He gave me a look I remembered from our days in high school, the look he gave me before he pushed me out of his way.

“Okay then,” I mumbled as I crawled out of the car and headed into the bar.

I was thirty minutes early, so I ordered a shot of tequila. It was a Monday, so it would probably be slow, and even slower with the rain coming down in sheets. That was going to give me too much down time, too much time spent waiting for Jake to pick me up. I felt the smoldering embers of my passion heat up with the effects of the tequila. It was going to be a long night.

Jake was outside, waiting in the car when I closed the bar. The rain was still falling, but it had slacked off a little. I was nonetheless soaked by the time I got the door locked and climbed into the car. Jake handed me a towel to dry myself off with. The man thought of everything.

We drove home in silence. I had the impression he was in a mood I couldn’t read. Instead of pulling into my drive way, he pulled into his.

“Wanna come in for a while?” he asked, killing the engine.

“What about your father? Aren’t you worried about him seeing us together?”

“My father died three days ago,” he told me in a frank way.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Jake.” I instinctively took his hand in mine.

“Don’t be too sorry,” he told me giving my hand a little squeeze. “He was my father and all, but he was an asshole. A drunk and an asshole. The world is better off without him.”

“When is the funeral?” I asked, thinking I’d send flowers.

“There won’t be one. He had no friends, and I’m his only family.”

There was a long silence, then he turned and leaned into me, kissing me. The kiss seemed innocent at first, tender and questioning. I pressed my lips into his, opening my mouth when he did to welcome his tongue to dance with mine. We kissed for several minutes, with nothing but the sound of the rain on the roof of the car to keep us company, then he pulled away, taking in a long steadying breath.

“I’m about to go into that house, where I will be alone with my demons tonight, unless you come with me.” The words rushed out of him, like he had no control of his mouth or mind.

“Okay, I’ll come with you.” I told him without a second thought. My response surprised me a little. It wasn’t motivated by the hope manavgat escort of him fucking me again. I said yes, simply because I knew he needed me. In that moment, Jake needed someone to break the silence in his life, and he asked me to do it for him. How could I have said no?”

We ran through the rain and entered Jake’s house. The place was in a sad state of affairs. There were boxes filled with liquor bottles sitting near the door, and every table top was covered with papers and empty take out containers. I tried not to notice the stack of girlie magazines sitting on the coffee table. The place needed a thorough cleaning.

“Sorry about the mess,” he said, moving deeper into the house, “I keep thinking I’m going to get this place cleaned, but I just can’t seem to get ahead.”

“Maybe you need help,” I suggested.

“Maybe,” He picked up a half empty beer bottle and took a long swig from it. “And maybe I need to just toss a match to the place.”

“I don’t think that would solve any problems,” I told him quietly, “It might just cause more.”

“My old man wasn’t good at showing affection,” he told me, “But he had one hell of a right hook. I’ve been afraid of him my whole life.”

“And now that he’s gone?”

“Now I don’t have anyone to answer to, and that scares the fuck out of me.” He looked at me, drawing closer to me on the couch.

I remembered how he once stuck up for me. I was in the locker room, being harassed by a football jock I was regularly sucking off behind his girlfriend’s back, because she wouldn’t. Apparently, she finally gave in, and he started harassing me, calling me a fag and all, every chance he got.

“Leave the guy alone,” Jake told him.

“What’s this?” replied the jock, who was feeling his oats, “Is Jake Turner taking up for fags now? Do you have something you would like to share with the rest of us?” There was laughter from the other boys in the locker room.

Out of nowhere, Jake cold cocked the guy, sending him into the lockers before falling to the floor. Jake then stepped over the guy, straddling him.

“What did you say to me?” Jake asked in an eerily calm voice, bending down to look him in the eye.

“Nothing, Turner,” the guy squealed, trying to catch the blood oozing from his nose, “I didn’t say anything.”

“No?” Jake asked, standing upright to look around at the other boys, who were frozen and silent. “Maybe it was someone else.” The locker room exploded in movement as the rest of the class hurried to be doing something- anything- else than be a witness to what was going on. I was frozen in pace, unable to look away from the magnificent specimen of manhood I was watching.

“Nobody?” Jake bellowed. No one answered. “Well, I guess it must have been those fucking voices again” he finally said, giving me a sly wink.

It suddenly occurred to me that that was the real Jake Turner, and he would do anything for me. It was the same Jake Turner who chanced being outed if it meant he could have me, even if it was just the one time.

I threw my arms around him, kissing him deeply. He kissed me back, laughing. In one quick motion, he picked me up, pulling me to my feet.

He stripped off his shirt. I stood and touched his strong chest, running my fingers through the thick tufts of brown hair that covered his chest. I looked up at him, smiling. He reached down and puled my shirt off, quickly slipping one of my hairless nipples in his mouth. He suckled it, flicking his tongue across it. I whimpered with the rush of pleasure that spread over my chest, sending shockwaves down to my hardening dick.

He released me, and I pulled at his belt. He kicked off his shoes while I worked on unbuttoning his 501s. He shucked out of his pants and underwear in a hurry, exposing that big, hard cock. It must have been eight inches long, and impossibly thick. I worried I wouldn’t be able to suck it.

I leaned in, running my fingers through the thick thatch of pubic hair then followed his treasure trail up across his hairy, hard stomach. Then I pressed the big head of his cock against my lips, enjoying the feeling of his engorged flesh against them. I extended my tongue to lick the underside of the head. Jake responded by taking in a deep breath.

Opening my mouth wide, I took the head of his dick into my mouth. My jaws felt like they were going to dislocate as I marmaris escort tried to accommodate his girth. I pushed as much of him as I could into my mouth, but I couldn’t take it all. It was just too thick to deepthroat.

Bobbing my head, I fucked his cock aggressively with my mouth, swirling the head around in my mouth, sucking it like a lollipop. I wanted to bring him to orgasm, and I needed to do it quickly. My jaw soon began to ache, my eyes teared up.

He pulled out of my mouth and took a step back. Without needing to hear his order, I rose and stripped out of my pants. I climbed onto the edge of the couch, presenting my ass to him.

I felt something warm and wet against my hole. It felt amazing. I looked over my shoulder and saw he was face down in my ass. It was his tongue! He was working over my hole with his tongue, eating my ass out like a pussy. I tried to relax and just enjoy the feeling of his tongue flicking across my hole, the tip of it pushing into me.

After a couple of minutes, he stood and pressed his erection against my sphincter, which opened up to him like an old friend. He slipped into me with ease and began to slowly, deliberately fuck me. I knew there was plenty of time for him to have his way with me, and it was clear he was going to get all he could out of me while he had the chance.

His thick cock was doing something to my prostate that soon had me closing my eyes, focused entirely on how wonderful his fucking me felt. He fucked me for several minutes with those wonderful, long, slow strokes, and I began to wonder if he would ever cum, secretly wishing he would never stop.

I felt my own orgasm building in my balls. A wave of pleasure washed over my body like warm liquid. My skin began to tingle all over. I looked down at my hard cock to see cum drizzle out of the head. Another wave washed over me, more intense than the first. I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I didn’t want it to stop.

“Oh, fuck me,” I whispered, biting my lip as I once more caught the edge of another wave of pleasure.

“What was that?” he panted.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, unable to deny my need for him any longer, “Fuck me like you would fuck a woman.”

He continued fucking, his thrusts becoming harder, urgent. His hands slipped to my chest, playing with my nipples. My body was a drift in an ocean of ecstasy, trembling with the effort it took me to remain on my knees.

I felt pressure building in my ass and my balls, slowly growing harder, like a ball was forming in my guts. I felt it explode and realized an orgasmic sensation that shook my body to the core, leaving me breathless. I looked down and watched as my cock shot cum across the cushion of Jake’s couch.

Finally, he grabbed my hips firmly with his big hands as he slammed his long, thick cock into my ass. Urgently he rammed my hole, then came inside me. Grinding his pelvis against me, he flooded my ass with his cum.

The two of us remained like that for some time, bound together in the afterglow. He recovered and slowly fucked me a little while longer. I assumed he sensed that I was in no condition to move just yet. I was strangely energized, but with a sense of complete relaxation.

Pulling his cock free from my still hungry hole, he slapped my ass cheek playfully before collapsing on the couch beside me. I moved carefully to sit down next to him. My legs too weak to move quickly.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked out loud.

“I just fucked you, stupid.” He smiled mischievously.

“I know that. I mean what happened to my body. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“How would I know?”

I watched as he stood and moved to get dressed, pulling on his underwear, not bothering with his pants.

“You know the way out,” he said as he walked out of the room. I saw him stop and turn around.

“I know, this never fucking happened.” I said, echoing what he told me the first time he fucked me.

He considered my words, then nodded and walked down the hallway. I heard a door close and assumed he was going to bed.

Slipping into my clothes, I left the house and walked through the rain, enjoying the cooling effect it had on me.

On my next day off, I went to help Jake clean out his house. I even convinced Lupe and Brian to help, suggesting it would be good for my safety. The four of us managed to clear out everything Jake didn’t want or need.

About a week later, I saw Jake come out of his house with a woman in tow. They were laughing, and he looked happy. For a quick moment I hated her for not being me, then I envied her. Closing the door, I returned to the life I had come to love before Jake entered my life.

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It wasn’t a ‘heavy’ workout like I expected. Pete was very careful about what he had me do. He told me that since I hadn’t worked out in a few years, I needed to take it easy the first few times. He told me that a lot of people who went to the popular ‘chain’ gyms got put through long exhaustive workouts by the untrained staff which not only caused a great deal of unnecessary muscle pain but could also do damage to their muscles, joints and ligaments. Not to mention the fact that the pain made you less likely to want to work out again. The way to start was slow, causing no pain or damage and build up until you could do those heavy routines without causing any physical problems. What he said made a great deal of sense to me and I followed his instructions to the letter.

After hitting the free weights and apparatus that he had, we spent time in the small steam room, sauna and in the hot tub. At first, this was a little uncomfortable for me because, of course, we did them naked. I’d never had this kind of reaction – this shyness – around another guy before but, I rationalized it that in other situations, I had been around a bunch of guys, all of us naked. This time it was just one guy and this was a very private and intimate setting. No one else around and no possibility of anyone else interrupting us. I found out that the only key to the gym door was the one that Pete had. This was not part of the amenities offered to the residents of the building. It was, however, one that Pete made very clear was offered to me. He, in fact, told me he had a spare key to the gym upstairs that he would give me when we went back up.

The hot tub was wonderful, relaxing my muscles and making me feel so light and weightless. The steam room and sauna were a little more difficult for me to deal with. Not that they didn’t feel wonderful, they did. But in the hot tub, because of the bubbling water, I couldn’t see any part of Pete’s body except what was above the water line. In the steam room and sauna, I couldn’t miss his entire body! Miss it? I couldn’t take my eyes off it! His body was, in two words, fucking beautiful! There were dark swirls of hair across his very well developed pecs with a trail that led down the center of his abdomen to his ‘innie’ belly-button and then continued on down until it joined the bush of dark hair around his cock and nutsack. His cock, however, was what seemed to get to me the most! I mean, all guys check each other out. It’s normal. What wasn’t normal was that I just couldn’t stop checking Pete’s out! First of all, even soft, it was huge! It hung down at least five or six inches. God only knew what it was hard! It was also very thick. Now, I didn’t have anything to be ashamed of in the dick department. I had between seven and a half and eight inches and I was quite thick but nothing compared to Pete! Not to mention, he was uncut, just like me. But where my foreskin just covered the head of my cock when it was soft, Pete’s foreskin hung down in a nipple at least an inch below the head of his cock.

Pete’s legs and arms had the same dark curly hair as did his butt cheeks about halfway up. His back, however was smooth, broad and heavily muscled. The cleft over his spine was deep because of the build-up of musculature on each side of it. All in all, Pete was one of the most handsome and beautiful men I had ever seen in my life – not that I was in the habit of judging that! But it was the fact that he was so overwhelmingly attractive that made me notice it. Why I couldn’t stop noticing it – THAT was another situation all together! I just didn’t know what the fuck was the matter with me! It was like I was turning ‘gay’ for Pete!

Okay, like most guys, when I was in middle and high school, I fucked around with some of my friends. You know the kind of thing – mutual jack-off sessions with your buds, maybe jack-off contests and circle-jerks. A couple of times I even traded blowjobs with one guy. But that was all. Strangely enough, looking back, I realize now that those encounters were often way more exciting than anything that had happened between me and my wife! But I just put that down to the fact of being so fucking young and full of hormones and that fact that it was all so new to me.

But it was like I was back to those teenage years, sitting there in the steam room and sauna with Pete. It was all I could do to (a) keep my eyes off his body and especially his package and (b) keep my own package under control and soft! Or at least not obviously hard! I couldn’t help a certain amount of ‘thickening’ that was happening. Finally, Pete said we should hit the shower and head upstairs.

When we got back to Pete’s apartment, I changed back into my regular clothes and figured I should head out then but, again, Pete had other ideas. First of all, it was almost noon so he suggested that we have lunch. I figured that was a good idea but I told Pete I didn’t want him to have to cook again.

“Didn’t plan to! Ever been to The Clamshell Restaurant keçiören escort over in Littleton? I love the place! Great steaks and great seafood. I figured we’d head over there.” Pete said.

“Yeah. I’ve been there. It is a great place. Ain’t been there in a long time.” I said not mentioning that one of the reasons I didn’t go there was that I didn’t like eating alone and my ex-wife didn’t like to eat out.

“Well, then! All the more reason! Come on, I’ll drive!” he said.

We went downstairs and got into his car. I was a little shocked at what he drove – a BMW X5 SUV. It was an incredible car – black with tan leather interior and just about every ‘bell and whistle’ that BMW offered. We sped along and, while I didn’t usually enjoy riding shotgun and not driving myself, riding in the X5 was a really enjoyable experience. We took exit 43 off I-93 into Littleton to the restaurant. We sat down and the waitress brought us a couple of beers. Then we looked at the menu.

“So what are you going to have?” I asked.

“I figured I’d start out with Crab and Artichoke Saute. It’s my favorite.” Pete said.

I looked at him in amazement!

“That’s mine, too!” I laughed.

“Well, see! Great minds think alike! What about as an entree?” he asked.

“Well, that’s another favorite of mine – Steak Neptune. It’s sirloin steak with scallops, shrimp…”

“Crab meat in a Bearnaise sauce! Yes, I know! It’s my favorite, too!” he laughed.

We sat there looking at each other.

“I can’t believe this!” I finally said. “We both like the same things! I wonder what else we agree on?”

Over lunch, we started talking about it and found out that we had a lot in common besides food. We both liked the same kind of music (Country), we liked the same colors (Blue and Black), we liked the same football team (The Patriots) and we liked the same authors (Tom Clancy and Robert Ludlum). We, of course, liked working out and feeling our bodies were fit. There were differences, of course. I couldn’t write and he didn’t like mechanical things but that wasn’t a problem at all. In a way, we not only were a lot alike, we were also complementary to each other. Inside, I was incredibly thrilled by this which really bothered me! I don’t know why this should thrill me so much.

We ended up going back to the apartment again and Pete helped me measure walls and decide where I was going to put my furniture when I moved in the next day. We basically spent the whole day together and then Pete cooked dinner for us. I didn’t want him to do it, but he insisted. After all, he pointed out, it was either that or both of us would just have to eat dinner alone. He made this really great dish I’d never had before, Beef Stroganoff, with a salad and accompanied by a really good red wine. We sat there talking after dinner, still getting to know each other. I couldn’t believe how comfortable I felt with Pete after knowing him such a short time.

“I want to thank you for today. I have to admit, I was avoiding going home.” I said finally.

“I kind of guessed something like that.” Pete said.

“Yeah. My ex-wife was going to come with her parents to get her things. I just didn’t want to be there for that.” I said.

“That’s completely understandable. Hey! We single guys have to stick together!” Pete grinned and I grinned back.

“Yeah! I guess we do! I know I’m really gonna love living here. I mean, finding a nice apartment is one thing. Finding a nice apartment and a new friend at the same time -that’s really special.” I told him.

Pete smiled this really amazing smile at me.

“Thank you! I have to tell you, Tommy, I feel exactly the same way. This is one of the best days I can remember having since I moved here. Spending time with you has been a really great experience and, as far as I’m concerned, this is just the start of a really great friendship!” he grinned.

“Yeah! I feel exactly the same way!” I agreed.

“Well, then, here’s a toast – to friendship!” Pete said, holding up his wine glass.

“To friendship!” I said, clinking my glass against his.

We drank and then sat there grinning at each other.

I finally went home and found that all of my wife’s stuff had been cleaned out. I took a few boxes I had gotten on the way home and put what little stuff I had in them then I watched some TV until I just couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore and went to bed.

Sometime during the night, I started dreaming. I didn’t know where I was. It was in a garden. There were all these people walking around. At first it didn’t hit me but suddenly I realized that all the people were guys. Not only that, but they were all naked. They were all young, about my age and they were all fairly good looking though I couldn’t tell you what any of them actually looked like. I just knew they weren’t anybody I knew. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on but I saw some of the guys walking around hand küçükçekmece escort in hand! It was then that I noticed something else – I was naked, too. And not just naked, but harder than hell! My cock was standing up so hard it was dripping cock-honey. I looked up to see if anybody noticed that I had a hardon and saw that all the other guys did.

I didn’t know what to do. I found myself staring at all the hardons around me. I’d never seen so many in my life. It was like a forest of male strength and I was incredibly turned on by it. It was like all my adolescent fantasies come to life. Here were all these guys naked, just like in the locker room but all with hardons and, best of all, I got to look all I wanted and nobody cared. I don’t know how I knew that. I just did.

I just stood there gawking at all the beautiful muscular bodies and all the large, hard cocks until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned and there stood Pete, his handsome face and his beautiful smile beaming at me. Without saying a word, he reached down and gently stroked my cock and I groaned. Then he took my hand and led me deeper into the foliage.

He brought me to a bower, surrounded by flowering bushes that formed walls around us. There was a blanket on the grass and Peter lay down on the blanket, pulling me down with him. He pulled me into his arms and I could feel the warmth and strength of him surrounding me. His lips came down gently on mine as I felt his hard cock pressing against mine. I was thrilled by the feelings of his strength and hardness. I wanted him, I needed him. I couldn’t understand why but the questions of the day – my own shock at the realization of my attraction to Pete did not enter into my mind. It was simply there and I was more involved in my arousal and the sensuous feelings that I was feeling than in what it all meant.

I don’t know what caused me to do it, but I started to lick down Pete’s neck and onto his lightly furred chest. Without even realizing it, I ended up with my face in his crotch, his hard cock pressed against my face and licking up and down the long, thick staff. I was fucking licking another guy’s cock! With that I shot my load, just like I was a fucking teenager, all over my sheets.

This woke me up and, for a few moments, I just lay there panting, trying to get my breath back after what had been probably one of the most mind-blowing orgasms I had ever had. But then the reality of the dream hit me! I had a fuckin’ wet dream about NAKED GUYS! Worst of all, I’d had sex with Pete! I’d fuckin’ licked Pete’s fuckin’ cock! I was definitely losing my mind!

It took me hours to get back to sleep that night. I couldn’t figure out what the fuck was wrong with me. I’d never been attracted to guys…well…at least not that I was aware of. I mean, I did fuck around with other guys when I was young but, I was a jock and most jocks did that. It was just part of being a fucking teenage horn-dog. But this was way beyond that! I really got off on this! It was even way more exciting than fuckin’ around with my jock buds had been. I hated to admit it, but I really loved it! That’s what was really fuckin’ my head over.

I finally did get back to sleep and when I woke up, there was a pounding at the door of my apartment. It was the guys from the garage. Within a couple of hours, we had everything into their trucks and were on our way to my new apartment. When we got there Pete met us with coffee and donuts which we wolfed down and then started moving my stuff into the apartment. With Pete’s help, the stuff was arranged and I was all moved in within another two hours. The guys left and Pete and I were left sitting there on my couch.

It was then that the memories of the dream last night came flooding back and my fuckin’ cock started getting hard! It didn’t help that we were both sweating from all the exertion of moving and I could smell his scent strongly. It was driving me fuckin’ nuts! I think he noticed that something was wrong because he looked at me funny.

“What’s the matter, buddy?” he asked, his voice full of concern. I didn’t know what to say. How could I tell him? Tell him that I was fuckin’ dreaming about lickin’ his dick! Yeah, right!

“Nothin’.” I said quietly.

“You missin’ your ex-wife? Feeling bad about the divorce?” he asked.

That’s when I made the mistake. I looked up at him and into those incredible blue eyes of his. I don’t know what it was. I just couldn’t look at him and lie.

“No. It’s me. I think I’m goin’ nuts.” I said softly.

“What do you mean?” he asked, his eyes softening as he looked at me.

“Look, I can’t expect you to understand this. I don’t understand this. I had this…well…this dream last night.” I said.

“Yeah? A nightmare?” he asked.

“No….not exactly.” I said this last softly.

“What kind of dream was it?” he asked.

“It…it…it was…well…it was…a wet dream.” I said, turning kurtköy escort away, unable to look at him.

He didn’t say anything for a long time and I couldn’t turn around. I was just about to get up and leave when I felt his hand on my shoulder. Almost like in the dream. I looked around and he was gently smiling at me.

“Hell, guy! I’ve had those before! Is that the first time you’ve had a dream like that?” he asked.

“Yeah. Well…I had them when I was young but I don’t remember them. I’d just wake up and I was a mess, you know? I’d never had one like this before – never!” I said.

I felt his hand grip my shoulder firmer and I hated to admit it to myself, but I thrilled to his touch and my fucking cock got harder than a rock!

“Well, fuck. It happens, you know? Probably you ain’t been gettin’ your ashes hauled regular now that you’re not married and your balls are backin’ up, you know?” he grinned.

“Yeah, but this dream was real weird. I was doin’ shit I ain’t never thought of before!” I exclaimed.

“Maybe your mind is trying to tell you something. Maybe there was something in the dream that you really want.” he said. I just sat there, looking over my shoulder at him, feeling his hand on me, loving the touch, wanting something to happen but not really knowing what. What he said, however, caused me to shiver. Could that be it? Could I want to have sex with him? The way my cock was twitching, it sure seemed that way.

“Maybe your right. I don’t know.” I said, not really sure.

“Well…don’t worry about it. It was just a dream. You’ll probably never have it again.” he laughed.

But he was wrong. I had the same dream, or a similar one, every night for a week. And every night for that week, I spent with Pete, working out and having dinner. I’d come home from the garage, all filthy with grease, shower and then meet Pete down in the gym to work out. I didn’t want to. I kept telling myself every morning, after I’d woken up from another dream, that I wouldn’t. That I’d avoid him. But all through the day, all I could think about was Pete. The closer it got to quitting time, the more and more anticipation built up in me, wanting to be with him, wanting to be close to him.

And working out together was certainly close. Close enough to continually smell his musk, that male scent that I remember from high school locker rooms and that had always had an effect on me – an effect that usually caused my man-tool to tingle and sometimes get completely out of control when I was young. I never thought about it. It never really bothered me because I didn’t quite get that I was reacting sexually to other males. I didn’t get what that meant. I just accepted it as part of being a jock. After all, I saw plenty of half and full hard cocks in those locker rooms – other guys evidently reacting the same way I did.

Finally, however, it was on Friday night, I just couldn’t take it anymore. We were in the middle of our workout and I was doing bench presses. Pete stood above me, spotting me, and I was looking right up his gym shorts and could see his over-stuffed jock. I could tell that it had been a long time since it had seen the inside of a washing machine and I could smell the ripeness of it and could see the dark dampness from Pete’s sweat as well as smell the waves of hot musk rolling off his body.

Lying there, my cock became totally hard and I knew that I wanted Pete, wanted him the way I had never wanted another male in my life. I didn’t know what to do! I didn’t want to screw up what was my only close friendship in a long time. Nor did I want to lose my place to live. But, at the same time, I just couldn’t continue on this way, either! There was only two things I could think of to do. Either, I had to stop seeing Pete, cut off all interaction or I had to find out if it were possible that he was feeling any of the same things I was. The idea of just going on the way things were and repressing my feelings for Pete just weren’t an option to me.

But I didn’t know what to do. I mean, if Pete were a woman, I’d have some idea how to start. How to let her know that I was attracted to her, that I wanted to…well…become lovers. But how did you do that with a guy? Especially a guy you didn’t even know was gay! I mean, I didn’t see any indication that Pete was gay but, at the same time, I didn’t see any indication that he was straight either. Unlike most guys, Pete never talked about the sexual side of his life. Never talked about women at all. Never pointed out women who he was attracted to when we were out together. It was like he was totally asexual or something.

There was also another problem. I didn’t know how he’d handle me having feelings for him. I mean, I’d never heard him say anything negatives about gays but I’d never heard him say anything about them at all. This was all so new and confusing to me. I needed somebody to talk to about it but the only person I could talk to was Pete – the very person I couldn’t talk to about it…or could I?

We finished working out and showered. I had a hell of a time keeping my cock under control until the shower was over. But, being deep in thought and fearful of what I was planning to do managed to keep my cock soft and me distracted. I guess, however, it was noticeable.

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Jesse ran his fingers over the back of the Arab and watched as his ass cheeks twitched whenever his fingertips passed over his sensitive hot hole.

“There, there! Relax! Pretend that you are in the Turkish Baths and I’m a professional masseuse”, he whispered into Rashid’s ear and then licked it. “There that’s better, relax. Your ass is still too tight, too tense”, he again murmured into his ear then moved his lips down to the Arabs balls and while his fingertips continued their exploration; he kissed first one and then the other of the low-hanging large gonads. Running his tongue over the sensitive skin behind the balls he started to lick and soak the hot valley up, down, over and around the firm ass mounds. Unable to resist he started to nip and suck on the loose skin.

“OHHHHh SHIT!” moaned Rashid! “What Turkish Baths have you been going to? I never haddddddddddddd anything like thissssss”, he screeched as Jess’ fingers exposed the tender ass lips then spread them so that his tongue tip was able to pierce the ring and flitter in and out of the hole quickly.

“I see there are a few bits of your education that have been neglected. You have a lot to catch up on”, he said as he removed his tongue, spread the ass-lips apart and split a bit of phlegm into the open hole then inserted one finger tip in and worked it around.

“Hey, I thought you said you had some lube in the draw.”

“I do, but that’s for later. I like to open you up with natural lube first. It sort of prepares the territory for invasion and ultimate conquest in a more personal and humane way. It’s more like making love to your man pussy – rather than ravaging the ‘Garden of Eden’. I thought you would like it better than my just taking you in a forceful beastly way. You can call this your introduction to the ‘Christian’ way of lovemaking. As you can see ¬- it is a bit different from what you were brought up with. We Christians just don’t ride in on our camels and take whatever we want. We take our time and gently prepare our bed partners. Perhaps that is the reason that your people have to maintain that ‘Harem’ system of yours.”

“What the hell do you mean by that? There is nothing wrong with having a Harem.”

“Well, with your people, when a man is finished with his lover he sends his lover back to the Harem. The question is does he do this for his comfort or for his safety? I always wondered if the man was really afraid to close his eyes and go to sleep with someone he had just taken and treated worse than a slave.”

“What about you and Yethro? You told me before, that the two of you were lovers even though he ‘purchased’ you from a slave harem.”

“That only proves my point! Yes, he purchased me – but he never owned me! I didn’t accept Yethro as a lover until he freed me. And he was never free to enjoy our lovemaking or trust that I would not cut his throat while he was asleep until he set me free. Then I was free to love or reject him on terms that were acceptable to both of us. We were able to work it out to our mutual benefit and satisfaction. Now we can both sleep in the same bed without the fear that the other will cut his throat”, Jesse said as he squeezed some of the lube into Rashid’s backside and rubbed some on his own cock. “This might hurt a little, but I will try to go slowly.”

“Yeah that’s what I always say when I’m about to fuck the hell out of someone”, Rashid laughed.

Jesse positioned himself and placed his cock against the well-lubed hole and pushed into the now moist interior slowly as Rashid screamed. Jesse stopped and waited.

“Should I pull out?” he asked.

“It hurts but let me get used to it. Maybe you should try for one quick push and get it over with!”

“I might either rip your ass or do damage to my own cock if I did it that way. Slow and easy. We are not in a rush. This is not a war it is a seduction. No, you just try to relax and I’ll wait until you are ready”, Jesse said as he continued to kiss and lick the Arab’s neck and ear. After a while he pushed in a little more and then withdrew and pushed in deeper. This time Rashid did not scream but sighed and Jess repeated the process again and again until he hit home. There he rested and whispered into Rashid’s ear, “There buca escort it is done and now your cherry is mine. You are mine and now I’m going to breed you. I’m going to feed you my Christian baby makers.”

“OH YES! You were right. Yes, it feels fantastic”, the Arab, giggled as he pushed back against Jesse’s cock. Then he himself started bucking erotically, “Yes, yes fuck me, fuck me man…fuck me hard.”

Jesse withdrew and then reentered as hard as he could – over and over until he felt his pale balls slamming hard against the now wildly humping brown ass. Once in a while he would stop and hold himself from coming and to make sure Rashid was enjoying it. All of a sudden Jesse knew for sure that Rashid was enjoying it. He could feel one of Rashid’s hands reach behind and cup Jesse’s balls and circle his cock base with his fingers.

“Oh yeah I want to feel you cum in my ass”, the moaning Arab whispered.

“Just hold it lightly, don’t squeeze too tight”, Jesse moaned as he became really excited and began pumping faster and harder.

Rashid’s other hand disappeared under himself as he began to jerk himself off in concert with Jesse’s movements.

Jesse’s excitement became overwhelming and he lost all control, he moved like a jackhammer, in and out, in and out – feeling not only the friction of the tight man cunt but also the fingers of Rashid playing on his cock and balls. “I’m cummmmmmming. I’m going to shoot my load. Here comes my load!” he screamed and warned the Arab as he felt Rashid speed up his own self-masturbation.

The two men in the throws of sexual ecstasy shouting and laughing, continued their dance of lust and love.

“Me toooooooo”, shouted Rashid as he too exploded. Then there was a deathly quiet as Jesse collapsed and lay upon him. Not a sound until both began to breath normal again.

It was scary, almost as if the rest of the world had gone off somewhere. Or maybe they had left the cosmos and entered the void of sensation and the quite of deep space. Then Jesse began to lick the sweat off the back of Rashid’s neck … “Are you alright?” he was finally able to whisper into his ear.

After a short while, during which Jess almost thought he had either killed or done serious harm to him he heard, “Jesse”… the Arab sighed, “Promise me! You must promise me. No one can ever find out about this… Ever. Whatever happened is just between us!”

“If that’s what you want, O.K. I’m sorry if you didn’t like it.”

“Didn’t like it! Didn’t like it? Are you crazy? I may never want a woman again! It was wonderful. No woman or man has ever made me feel this way before. Is it always that intense, always that…? I feel like I have a million questions.. Can we do it again? I don’t care if you never let me enter you as long as you keep me for your lover. I’m yours, forever. Never realized it could be so…”

“Hey, take it easy! We would have to be very careful. Yethro might not understand.” Jessie warned. “Besides, I’m not sure I even understand it.”

“Fuck Yethro. He is an old man. You and I are both young. Life is made for the young. Besides how long can he live? He need never know, we can keep this between just you and me.”

“We better do just that. You realize that if he finds out – you may find yourself with your balls cut off and stuffed into your mouth.. And I would hate to see that happen now that I have taken your cherry, lover! I would not like to lose you!”

“Am I to take that as meaning that you liked it as much as I did? Are we lovers now?”

“Well, after you have taken me, as I just took you – we will be one ¬¬officially, but for now… let’s just have some supper and we can talk about it later. For now we should shower and eat. Later after we have eaten and enjoyed the evening sunset and watched the stars come out, we can seal the bargain.”

“Are you going to set a fire in the fireplace so we can make love again on that rug you have there?”

“It may be a bit too warm for that, but there is that padded swing on the porch that we can use”, Jessie laughed. “Come let’s shower and I’ll put up supper, we will refuel and then start again.”

They did make love over and over again both outside on the swing and once more again in the bed.

The next morning Jessie awoke to the smell of eggs cooking… He got out of bed and went into the kitchen. There was Rashid, with just his pants on cooking eggs for him. “Well, you never told me you could cook, also”, he said as he slid up him and kissed his lips.

“Be careful – this is hot! Sit down. We have to talk.”

“Uh oh sounds serious, but first we eat. I don’t like to talk on an empty stomach.”

They ate and then had a cup of coffee. “Look I want you to know that I really enjoyed our time together and I would love nothing better than to continue our ‘relationship’ together.”

“But?” questioned Jessie. “That sounds like there is a ‘but’ somewhere in there.”

“This just won’t work. I have been thinking about us and it just won’t work!” Rashid said. çağlayan escort “I may have to leave the country soon. I don’t know if I will be able to come back.”

“Why? Have you done something wrong? Maybe I can have Yethro help you out! He’s very good at fixing things. He might even give you a position in the government.”

“No. I have committed myself to the service of Allah! I am in the Army of Allah. I’m a recruiter for Islam. It’s my job to find and recruit nice Christian boys like you.” Rashid smiled. “We train them to fight for Islam.”

“I’m afraid that you are a bit too late. I have just about decided that I am going to convert.”

“I’m not talking about converting although that’s wonderful. Did you ever think that you might be worth more to us as an unconverted Christian?” Rashid said.

“But I thought that Allah wanted the conversion of all us infidels. If we die unsaved, we would have no place in the world to come. At least that’s what the Imam says.”

“Yes, he does and every Imam will tell you that. That is their business and from the number of converts they bring in, they do a good job of it. Most of these converts will be good Moslems, but we do not need more Moslems, we need more activists. Activists who are looking to join the great Jihad. People are needed who are willing to put their lives on the line. We realize that not all infidels will convert by their own free will. Some may-but most will not. There will have to be a great war. Many will die. The rest will be offered conversion or slavery just as it was in the time of the Prophet. And this is good in a way.”

“Good?” Jessie asked. “How can this be good?”

“Those not converted will be trained to serve the rest of us. What I’m telling you should come as no surprise. This should not be new to you as a Christian. Remember your ‘End of Times’ teachings? It’s the same thing. Except that it will not be Christ, but Al-Mahdi who comes. We as Soldiers of Allah must lead the fight. We will do everything in our power to accomplish this. This includes the conscription of ‘Secret Muslims’. These soldiers in some cases must forego the rite of circumcision in order to conceal their identities, at least until the ‘End Times’. They will get their rewards in Paradise. We do have lots of them in our ‘Army’. They are really worth their weight in gold to us. To have you as one of us would be worth more than all that gold in Fort Knox. Like I told you before, Yethro is getting older and the powers that be have become convinced that he is unstable. We need someone to keep him in line. He has become too big for his own britches as you Americans say. They think you might be that person. The leadership knows that Yethro will never be able to run for the Presidency. No matter how much he believes he can change the Constitution, he just will not have the time to do it.”

“I think he can do it! Look at what he has accomplished here in this State and in only a few years. It will take about twelve years, but I know he can do it.”

“We are not willing to wait that long. And by that time he will be too old and we need young blood. You are what we need. Besides the decision has been made and a secret fatwa has been issued. One of our “Gold Coins” will be groomed to be the Caliph.”

“I’m afraid the Brotherhood is again jumping the gun, as they did in Egypt.”

“I did not say the Brotherhood. They are just one of many parts of the organization. Damn it; get it through your head. We are all one. We are united together. Do not think that we are unconnected little groups! We may split up into small groups, just as Mohammed’s successor did when he conquered the world, but that is just our method of operation. We are all the ‘Army of Allah’. Every single group that the west calls terrorist, and some that they do not even know of yet, are united in this.”

“Yes, I can see what you mean. You’re then able to loose one battle after the other, while wearing the enemy down until he is exhausted and tired of fighting. Them you can rush in with the real army and just overwhelm the war exhausted survivors. Sort of like our George Washington. He lost almost every battle of the revolution until Yorktown. And then the British just collapsed. They were too exhausted and just quit.”

“Now you have it! Yes, now you get it! You see one of the reasons they sent me here was to check on Yethro. His adoption of a Christian, well, at first it was a bit much! Then to see that you were interested in Islam.. They could not believe it; they just had to have a more trusted opinion. So I was given the job. I was to see if you were all that he thought you were.. If you were, then they wanted someone younger and less tainted by the American way to confirm your suitability. I am now convinced that you are that person. If you think you might want the job, I could put in a word for you. Once they accept, I would be assigned as your contact and that way, I will be able to be with you and not have to return home. With me behind you, guiding you, we would convert çankaya escort the whole country and bring Allah’s rule to the West at last. I am sure that I can convince them that you would make the best replacement for Yethro if he passed away or when they decide to eliminate him.”

“I’m sure you can, and besides it would be nicer to have a younger body in bed with me. Yes, I like the idea and in the meantime, with you as my teacher, you and I will be able to be together.”

Yes, together! You and I! This will bring me closer to Yethro himself and when the time comes… thought Rashid to himself, but said out loud, “I can be your teacher and Yethro will never need to know anything about it except that we are friends. I can even get the Imam to tell the Governor that he has appointed me as your study partner. We can let Yethro think that he has a chance to continue on with his quest to become the first Muslim President. He won’t be able to do it, but he may open the way for you. You remember how the country felt after the death of Kennedy? They fell over themselves to pass all kinds of ‘New Frontier’ type laws that never would have passed otherwise. Who knows? Yethro’s death might cause the same reaction and propel you into the Presidency’.”

“I think that would work fine. We would just have to be extra careful. Perhaps we could use this cabin as our ‘Study Hall’ or do you have someplace else in mind?”

“This is wonderful for the warmer weather. However, I was thinking of maybe when the weather gets a bit colder- you do have that swimming pool in Yethro’s town house”, Rashid laughed and then took Jessie in his arms, kissed him and said, “But for now, it’s not too cold out now to take a nude dip in the lake – is it?”

“Good idea! You are a man after my own heart. What a naughty boy you are, love. But this time I’m going to tie a plastic bag around my neck with a tube of lube inside. Damn you – you are still too tight to go into without a coating! I think I will leave the unused portion hidden there as well.”

“Great, lets get started”, Rashid agreed and opened his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. While picking them up and putting them on the back of the chair his wallet fell out and exposed a few photos. Jessie bent down and picked it up and happened to see the photograph of a young dark eyed girl, maybe about seventeen or eighteen.

“Hey who is this beauty? Are you holding out on me?” Jessie asked as he handed back the wallet, but held on to the photograph. “You know I am bi-sexual and would love to share her with you. Is she good in bed? Is she going to be my competition?”

“Watch your tongue! If you try anything like that, as much as I love you, I will cut off your balls! As far as I know she is pure. She most certainly is not your competition! She is my niece! Almost like a sister to me! She lives with my mother and me. Assad killed her parents, my sister and her husband in Syria and we took her in with us when we fled the country,” Rashid said as he lovingly took the picture from Jesse and placed it back in his wallet. “She is the image of my sister who was murdered by that Alawite bastard. She is family and I’m pledged to find her a good husband. Do you think she is nice looking?”

“Nice looking! Hell yes. I’m sorry about what I just said. She is a beautiful looking girl – those eyes are like dark pools of water. How come you never bring her around to Mosque? Are you afraid one of us will try to take her off your hands?”

“If one of those pigs placed his hands on her, I would cut off his balls. They are all low lives and I want only the best for her. To tell the truth before this weekend I had hoped that maybe you might be interested in taking her as a wife. Now, I’m not sure you want a woman or that I really want you to have anyone but me”, he laughed.

“As a wife?” Jessie gasped. “You do me great honor and it would be a pleasure to have such a beauty in my bed. While I do appreciate men as sex partners, I am bisexual. If you have any doubts, I’m sure Phyllis will be able to testify as to my ability. Yethro keeps saying that he is continually looking for a bride for me. When he does find one, I hope she is as pleasing to my eyes as your niece. After I get to know her I could learn to accept her as a wife and I think we could have many babies together, provided that you would not feel offended or object too much…”

“You appear to be making some kind of joke of this, but you know, now that I think about it, it may not be such a bad idea. You are going to have to take a wife and she is young and can give you many children. I know you would never hurt her. As for you and me… She is a good Moslem and would never try to mess in her husband’s business or his personal life. As long as that messing is with me, that is”, he laughed. “She loves me like an older brother and will do anything I want her to do. Do you think Yethro will go for it?”

“I think he might consider it—but not right now. I would like to get to know her first. While her picture is great, one should choose a wife carefully. He keeps saying we have lots of time. But, I know he is thinking of someone about her age and if I were to approve of her, he might not only approve of it but would even offer a very, very high ‘Bride Price’ for such a good looking girl, if she is a virgin and her family is acceptable.”

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“Hey, what’s up?” I heard from the doorway of my room. I had been hunched over a chemistry book studying before the interruption by a dorm mate, Ronnie.

“Hey, yourself,” I replied. “What’s up with you?”

“Ah, just bored,” he replied. “I’m thinking about going for a drive out by the lake. You interested? Do you want to take a break from the books for a while?”

“Sure, why not,” I responded, closing my book. As I stood I added, “I’ve reached a brain dead point studying for the test tomorrow anyway. Maybe some air will clear my head.”

Ronnie was one of the guys in my dorm. I knew him, but not too well. I did stop to consider it odd that he would be inviting me to go with him somewhere. He was roommates with another guy I knew, Ed, a strange type of fellow. Ed was a Drama major and stood out in contrast to the typical college jocks that mostly inhabited the dorm.

As my memories of that evening formed, I lay my bed returning to that long ago night. Memories that I had blocked with a heavy wall of denial for all of the years afterward soon took over my mind.

The night was a mild West Texas evening. As Ronnie drove away from campus into the countryside the lights from the medium-sized town that was home to our college reflected a skyward glow.

“Where are we heading?” I asked.

“Have you ever been out to Fort Kingdom Hill Lake?” Ronnie replied. “It’s about 5 miles east of town.”

“Nope,” I replied. “I’ve heard it mentioned but I seldom get off campus since I don’t have a car.”

“Well, kick back and enjoy the ride, pal,” Ronnie grinned and cast me an unusual grin. I even thought that he’d winked at me, a gesture which, though innocent I was sure, left me with a slight queasiness in my stomach.

The ride passed quickly. Soon Ronnie was turning off the highway onto a narrow asphalt roadway which began to wind over a series of small hills and into a stretch with more trees than is common in west Texas.

“Look at this,” I said, “trees. What sort of place is this?” I asked.

“The trees get their roots watered from the lake. This whole area is nearly a forest, comparatively speaking, for west Texas that is,” he added with a grin and once again gave me a look that I found strange.

We began to pass driveways leading into the trees through which we could see lights from houses.

“This whole lake is populated with houses of people in the town. It’s long and narrow,” Ronnie explained.

“Where are we going,” I asked? “Do we have a destination or are we just wandering?”

“Oh yeah,” he answered, “there’s a dam a ways up here where I like to come. Not many people know about this part of the lake so there is usually no one else around. Sometimes I park and go for a swim.”

“A swim huh?” I answered. “You should have told me to bring a bathing suit, a swim sounds nice.”

“Bathing suit?” Ronnie replied with a snort, “I never wear one out here. Skinny dipping is the way I like to swim.”

I felt a small dread enter my stomach. The thought of swimming naked out here made me nervous. “Skinny dipping,” I answered him. “Are you sure that it’s safe to do that out here?”

“As long as we’re not making a lot of noise, sure it is.”

Ronnie began to slow the car as he approached a small dam. He steered the car down a small embankment and parked near the edge of the lake. “Here we are,” he said as he turned out the lights.

I got out of the car after he had exited and began to look around, unsure of myself and the setting. I looked over the car to see Ronnie removing his shirt and the pants. In a short fashion he walked to the side of the car where I was standing and I saw that he was completely naked.

“Well, strip down man, let’s get swimming.” He tugged on his dick as the said this.

Still feeling nervous I began to disrobe while also trying to force down nervous feelings of freight, as well as excitement. “Are you sure it’s okay to do this Ronnie, we could get caught.”

“Jeeze, man, you’re such a wimp. We’re not going to get caught and besides, if we are what’s the big deal. Most guys skinny dip at one time or another in our lives, I can’t believe you haven’t.” He continued as I stepped out my jeans and began pulling down my boxers. “Shit man where I’ve from we were doing this in elementary school.”

I could feel him staring at me when I bent over to step out of my underwear. I really felt exposed standing here naked with him.

“Well, you’re finally ready, let’s get swimming,” and he turned to step down to the lake.

“Where are we heading?” I asked. The lake was long and narrow, no more than 150 yards at its widest point and perhaps half of a mile long. Most of the properties dotting the edge had a dock jutting into the lake. As I I took in this fact I was also taking in the sight of the round cheeks on Ronnie’s backside. Moonlight shinned off the water and reflected on his body as he descended into the water. Ronnie was well built, though a little stocky. I, however, had not yet fatih escort filled out and though muscular, was still slender.

He lowered into the water and began to swim; I quickly followed. I swam parallel with him as we breast stroked through the water, each stroke beginning to match each other’s.

Shortly Ronnie pulled up to tread water, I did the same. “Over there,” he pointed. “There’s a dock that’s at a house that’s not lit up. I don’t think anybody lives there.”

In a short time we had reached the dock and I saw Ronnie duck under. I did also and found him sitting on a submerged cross beam supporting the dock. The space was dark; only streams of light filtered through the wooden planks above us.

“This is a good spot,” he said. “We can chill out under here and catch our breath.”

I took hold of the crossbeam for support as I floated in the water. Very soon Ronnie slipped from his seated place and dropped into the water beside me.

“This is nice,” he said. “It’s so quiet and peaceful under here.”

I floated with the rhythm of the water slapping against the dock. Our legs briefly brushed against each other and I felt a small thrill shoot through my stomach. I had never been with another man naked like this. Even though I wanted to deny the thrill this adventure was causing me, it was hard to do. My cock, though not hard, had become tumescent and floated out from my body in rhythm with his motions.

Ronnie began moving his arms beneath the water in a movement treading water. Suddenly I felt his hand brush by my penis, immediately causing me to have a full erection. Afraid that he might have noticed, I pulled back in the water hoping to hide my growing excitement.

Ronnie surged toward me in the water and reached to take ahold of a beam just over my head. Our bodies came together and I felt our cocks brush each other’s.

“Looks like we’ve both got a little problem,” he said.

“Wha…what do you mean,” I muttered between clinched lips. As I became more nervous I could feel myself shaking in the water.

“I’m talking about right here,” he said and I felt his hand take hold of my now fully erect cock.

“What are you doing, Ronnie,” I said. “We could get caught out here, besides,” I searched for the words to stop his activity, though my searching was half-hearted. Ronnie’s touch had caused electric tingling to radiate up my body from my cock. I was beginning to gasp with excitement.

“Besides what?” Ronnie muttered. “You are inexperienced? You mean you’ve never done something like this with another guy?”

I could only shake my head since my breathing had become sharp with excitement. I tried to clamp my teeth together harder to stop them from chattering. I could feel his fingers stroke my cock lightly while charges radiated through my body.

“Ed and I have come out here before,” he said. “He’s been certain that you would like this.” He suddenly reached behind me to touch my butt cheeks as he pulled himself toward me. Our slick bodies brushed against each other and his skin felt silky against mine.

“Ronnie,” I tried to speak, “I don’t know if I should…” pausing I searched for words when I heard him whisper, “Should what?”

His lips touched mine and I jerked backwards and in reaction said sharply, “No.”

Instead of pulling away, he held me closer. Despite myself I let one arm slip around his body while with the other arm I clung to a beam.

Once again his mouth pressed against mine, this time more firmly. Despite feelings of fear and horror, I kissed him back. Our lips opened and our tongues began a dance in each other’s mouth, probing deeply.

Soon I was rubbing my body against his and our hard cocks pressed against the other’s.

“This is good,” he mumbled as we kissed. His hand had reached around and was again stroking my cock. Then he said, “Why don’t you touch mine.”

Despite myself I reached around with my free and had felt the swollen flesh of his erect penis. My excitement became undeniable and I lurched into him, my kisses covering his mouth and lower face. I felt his lips on my neck as he sucked on the skin. We were thrashing in the water, trying to stay afloat while at the same time kissing and feeling each other as much as possible. Finally Ronnie said, “Let’s go on the shore where we can lie down.”

I protested but found myself following him to the shoreline beside the dock where Ronnie quickly laid down on the grass with me following. We continued our kissing while jerking on each other’s dicks. This was all I knew to do and Ronnie wasn’t providing any lead.

“Ronnie, I’m going to cum in a minute doing this.”

He said through his hard breathing, “Me too, man, let’s do it.”

We each pulled each other’s poles more vigorously and soon I felt the tightening of muscles in my stomach and balls just as a surge began in my body. Suddenly, cum spit out of cock and splashed onto Ronnie’s stomach. Just as abruptly I felt splashed of güngören escort hot fluid begin landing over my hand, stomach, and even up on my chest. I was covered with his hot jizz.

We lay still once we’d both finished. An awkward silence came between us. I lay on the ground shocked at what had transpired.

Ronnie stood and without saying a word splashed back into the lake. He began swimming back the way we came.

Though I had no idea of what to express, such behavior from him left me feeling rejected, and ashamed. Realizing that he could conceivably leave without me, I quickly dove back into the lake and swam in his wake.

There were no words said once we were back in the car or on the ride back to campus. In fact, Ronnie and I hardly spoke the rest of the semester; though on more than one occasion I saw his roommate looking at me strangely. Then just before the semester ended I heard that Ronnie had dropped out of school and returned to his home. No one seemed to know any more details and I, by then, was too much in denial to force an inquiry. My life went on and I was fully intending to never experience again what I’d felt back at the lake. But I had with Mike. I had even experienced more.

The day after my affair with Mike passed slowly with me in a dream-like state. Any memory of our encounter ran into memories of the time with Ronnie, causing my cheeks and face to flush shades of red. I began to imagine that every glance from a co-worker, or the slightest look from my wife over breakfast, was a bold accusation of my shame.

Longings that I had spent my life covering with layers of self-righteous respectability erupted without provocation. I thought of my job, my family, my church, my work, but nothing could present a barrier to the uncovering of my lust.

By mid-day I had retired to the privacy of a stall in the men’s room where I stroked my cock, my head flooded with thoughts of both Ronnie and Mike. Holding my hard prick down into the toilet bowl I shot a fevered load of cum and heard it splash into the water.

Later that afternoon I greeted news from my wife that an appointment would keep her out late with relief. This was not to be.

I arrived at home to find my 18-year-old son with several of his friends, all in a state of excitement over their team’s wrestling match the next day. My quiet home was filled with grappling 18 and 19-year-old boys, their grunts and shouts filling the air. “Hey, Mr. Warren,” one of the boys shouted on my arrival, his head buried underneath the arm of another boy. Both boys had their legs locked together in a scissors hold struggling for leverage.

“Coming to the match tomorrow, Mr. Warren?” another boy spoke as he stepped from the kitchen into our living room with a Coke in one hand and sandwich in the other. The boys were all seniors on the school wrestling team. I remembered them all as children, but now they were all 18-year-old young men about to graduate from high school and enter adulthood. I could scarcely recall where the years had gone.

My son was arm wrestling with another boy, using the coffee table as a brace. I was pulled from my self-absorption. “You boys break anything in this room and you’re all dead,” I heard myself say. However, what my eyes took in was the tight, round ass of my son’s best friend straining against the fabric of gym shorts as his legs flayed against those of the boy he had pinned on the floor. I thought of Mike’s firm ass and felt my cock lunge forward against my pants. Pinned with his back to the floor, the boy’s legs flung apart revealing a large bulge beneath the straining fabric. My own cock strained as if to greet it.

Abruptly turning from the room, I hurried up the stairs towards the second floor as my son called out, “Hey Dad, I ordered pizza for us. It’s on the way. Can I use your card to pay for it?”

Calling a hasty affirmative, I hurried into my bedroom, slamming the door behind me in fear that one of the boys had noticed the erection pressing against my pants leg. Falling backward onto the bed, in one swift motion, I unclasped my belt buckle and unzipped my pants; just as swiftly my swollen cock was in my hands. I was already close ejaculating.

My breathing accompanied the rapid strokes of my right hand on my prick. Suppressing a moan, I felt my engorged balls become tighter. Suddenly hot cum squirted violently from me. My head fell backward as my hips lurched with each squirt. “Mike,” I whispered, “Oh Mike, what have you done?”

My passion spent, I covered my eyes and laid on the bed writhing in my shame. I hadn’t controlled my urges. I could have been caught by one of the boys. What kind of immoral creature was I becoming?

Later that evening, when the house was silent and all of the boys had gone, I emerged from the bedroom and went downstairs. I finished two cold pizza slices left behind by the boys. My son wouldn’t return, he would spend the night with one of the other wrestlers. I didn’t know when my kadıköy escort wife would return. I was alone.

Several beers later I sat staring at a television screen mindlessly, numb to all feelings. It was after ten and still my wife wasn’t home. I didn’t know which I hated the thought of more, the shame of disappointment and betrayal that I would feel in her presence or my loneliness in her absence.

I turned off the television and returned upstairs.

I undressed and stepped into the bathroom, bending at the tub to turn on the water. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I was shocked at my condition. The excess poundage of middle age stared back at me, an accusation of lost years. My eyes were more deeply set than I remembered. They were surrounded by darkening circles and deepening lines. Where had it all gone?

Later, in bed, I attempted to pray. But exhaustion and escape overcame me at once, and all was quickly blankness.

The next morning the high school gymnasium was ablaze with color. More people than I had expected streamed into the stands. Cheers rang out as our team as our young warriors filed out from the door to the lockers and onto the gym floor. Two large wrestling mats waited for them on the floor. Amid the cheers, our high school team took their places side by side the down the length of one mat. Each well-conditioned young man stood proudly in his tight yellow wrestling singlet. My own son was near the middle of the line. I was shocked when, seeing him amidst his teammates, I realized that his body had developed muscles I hadn’t even noticed. Then I felt shame from the way I was staring at the young wrestlers.

As the opposition team filed in through another door, boos and jeers rose from the local crowd, along with a small smattering of applause from the few visitors. I tried to appear casual to all this display of burgeoning masculinity but I felt my cock begin to twinge.

The visitors wore dark blue singlets in contrast to the bright yellow of those worn by our home team. The yellow seemed obscene. Its brightness clung to every shape of the boy’s bodies. “What was that coach thinking?” I found myself thinking. “Those singlets show every bulge they have.

Indeed they did. Once the matches began, I couldn’t take my eyes off

the shape of the muscular young men. As each began his match, his ass crack became filled and defined with the spandex fabric. The bulges of their cocks and balls were pronounced under the material of their suits. With every stretch of their bodies, muscles strained against the fabric. The home team’s yellow singlets became semi-transparent when wet with with sweat. I could see the straps from the boy’s jocks lined across their asses. One young man’s straps hung exposed beneath the fabric of his singlet.

The action continued and seemed to become fiercer with each contest. Cheers and shouts of encouragement filled the gym. Young muscled gods lunged glistening from sweat, then strained and twisted with the violence of their contact.

My concentration wavered and I felt slightly dizzy. I hardly knew which boy won and which lost. Even my own son became just another wet body in this expanse of young manhood. Cheers and cries and applause rose and fell around me. I began feeling closed in and felt I could barely breathe. I needed air.

Standing, I made my way from the stands and hurried towards the first exit I saw. The door opened and I was in a hallway. I walked forward hoping to find an exit from the building, but I only found door after door down a seemingly endless hallway. I reached the end but there was nowhere to go except through the last closed door. Pushing forward I entered into what was obviously a locker room. I was sweating and near to panic.

I stepped into a room which appeared empty, the walls covered with gray metal lockers. Ahead I saw a passage leading into another room with the gleam of white tile. Turning to leave, I was met by the glaze of a large, muscular teenage boy, one of those boys at my home yesterday. He was staring at me, questions were in his eyes. One shoulder strap of his sweaty singlet was removed and dangled at his side. He had obviously been in the process of undressing and I had startled him.

Waiting for an explanation, or some word from either of us, the dank air of the locker room hung with anticipation. Neither of us moved, except I lowered my eyes to the front of his singlet. Pressing against the fabric, and rising up his stomach, was an obviously hard cock.

“I,” he muttered, “I…uh…don’t know what happened, Mr. Warren. I’m sorry,” his voice trailed off with his apology as he turned his head away. Deep, red splotches covered his cheeks.

Silence stood between us. The room echoed breathing; was it mine or was it his? Looking at the shape of a large erection pressing outward on the yellow fabric I heard a distant voice calmly say, “It’s all right. Nothing’s wrong. All of that wrestling just got you excited, that’s all.” It was my voice I had heard. I also felt a bulge running down my leg, pressing outward on my trousers.

Slowly his right arm, the one extending from his naked shoulder, began moving slightly against his side. His hand opened and the tips of his fingers lightly stroked his swollen cock through the thin, yellow spandex.

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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*****

My shrink tells me I’ve been searching my entire life for the father I barely knew. He says that come adulthood this often takes a sexual turn. “Instead of just wanting a hug or to throw the ball around after dad gets home from a hard day’s work—simple forms of platonic love in other words—after a certain age the need for recognition becomes sexual. You begin to seek out other men’s sexual love, their attention at any rate, often in either an exhibitionist way or as a submissive partner, or both.”

And so, intermittently for decades now, I have sought “love” and attention and recognition from mostly cold, opportunistic fellow males looking for a quick, onetime blowjob or, on occasion, a hole to plug. And while I did these things voluntarily, and gladly, there has always been just one recurring problem: these encounters never led to the one thing above all others I was seeking.

But why am I telling you this? All you wanted to know was what moment, what small portion of my life I wanted to revisit while hooked up to your time-travel thingy. And yes I know—I love your ‘do by the way—I know you don’t call it time travel you call it mind travel. Or, as your website calls it, Regressive Emotive Memory Identification and Targeting. REMIT. Sounds so…I must say, militaristic. I almost feel like I’ll be going off on a secret mission behind enemy lines, ha-ha.

It’s a tossup, frankly. Going back to a surrogate father’s love I could have had, once, or, about a year before that and about thirteen-hundred miles to the chilly north, to the girl I met while sunbathing late one summer. We only went out once—one date. But that’s all it takes isn’t it? Her name was [deleted], and I’ve always considered her, despite the briefness of it all—is that a word, briefness? Despite the brevity of it all, I’ve always considered [deleted] the one true love of my life. That coming from someone who was twice married, ha-ha, with kids.

Life is crazy isn’t it? Human feelings? And priorities? But no, in the final analysis I’m gonna go with the flip side of my sexuality—the older man I had a brief relationship with when I was about 25, the one man who expressed his love for me, as I recall, and just might have filled the everpresent void in my life both physically and, well, yes, emotionally, certainly. Spiritually.

That’s the moment I want to go back to, the buried memory trace. I know you can’t make any guarantees. I know it’s hit and miss: I could relive the whole series of events fully, as if watching a movie, or it could be fragmented. Or nothing at all. Let’s do this. I’ll gladly sign the waiver. Pass it over. Can I give you my credit card?

—walking along the beach, the surf, the morning sun on your left starting to bead sweat. You’re naked, self-conscious, heading east-southeast.

The older man has come down the sloping strand from the north, kicking dry white sand. You recognize him. You recognize him from the previous Saturday—your only other visit to this secluded, narrow and curving, “gay” ataşehir escort end of the beach. The “straight” end is at your back and out of sight, curving sharply northward. That’s where you and your college buddies used to go to drink beer and jug wine and swim—and pick up girls. Now it’s six or seven years later and you’re back home after your sojourn north and you’re slender and naked and modestly hung and walking in the surf along the sparsely populated beach. There are no girls. But there are men in bikinis—Speedos—and there are others naked like you, including the older man who has turned left and is now approaching you, smiling.

“I know you,” he says. Shouts it almost, from a short distance.

You falter a step. “You do?”

“I saw you here last week.”

“Oh, right.” You’re relieved. For a second there you thought he might know you from another life. A professor? Your undergraduate days? On the other hand, what would it matter?

“But I haven’t seen you around here before.”

“No, this is…” You’ve come to a halt, the sudsy white surf washing over your slender feet. “It’s only my second time.”

“Welcome back! Sorry I didn’t get to say hello last week.”

“No…that’s OK.”

“I had my eye on you, however…

The man wastes no time. He extends a hand—but it’s not in the usual greeting. His fingers fall to your frightened little balls which he fondles, gently.

“Nice,” he grins.

Your face is tan—tanned brown almost. But you feel yourself blushing. Your new admirer looks to be in his early forties. He has a thick head of dark-brown hair which is salt-water wet and brushed back. Either he hasn’t shaved in a few days or he keeps his beard, flecked grey, close-cropped like that. He’s about the same height as you, but thicker bodied from middle age, and when he leans over suddenly to kiss you, directly on the mouth, his whiskers sting your lips’ surround. Your tongue slides in alongside his—it’s a reflex action. Just as your right hand, sliding under to take hold of his balls, a meaty pair much larger than yours, is pure reflex.

“You’re a good kisser,” the man declares, pulling back.

“Well, I…” You’re not exactly bashfully toeing the wet, grey sand but you might as well be. You watch as the incoming white foam washes over, obliterates the metaphorical line you’ve never drawn. You look up. Say tritely, ask the obvious, for lack of something better: “You come here often?”

The man is now facing in your direction—west. He’s come alongside you, hips bumping. He puts an arm around your waist. This is all happening so fast: a fondle, a passionate kiss…now an embrace. Again, a reflex: your slender arm circles his meatier back. You walk, the two of you. You adjust your gait, try to keep in step, hips again bumping now and then, surf washing over your double pair of competing feet.

“Every weekend I can. I travel a lot. Have a little beach house not far from here. A cottage more like it.” He gives you a sideways hug: “You should visit me there sometime.”

“Sounds…”

Another avcılar escort hug. “Like today.”

The two of you walk on, the sun rising on your left. Soon it will be brutal, like fire on the skin. You picture the cool confines of a beach cottage. Rattan furniture, ceiling fans whirring, jalousie windows admitting a cooling ocean breeze, a striped cat on the sill…

You’re getting an erection. It shows.

“So it’s not a long drive for me. You?”

The man’s question jolts you out of your fantasy. “Oh. No. I live quite a ways from here. Other side of the causeway. I ride my bike.”

Another hug. “You rode it today?”

You nod.

“Then you could follow me on your bike to my house. It’s just a little ways down the road, about two miles. Then we could—” The older man’s body has parted from yours. He’s laughing, looking down. “Look at you! Someone’s happy!”

You’re beyond self-conscious now. You’re humiliated. Your erection, your uncontrollable passion is pointing above the treeline, the distant whispering pines, the bridge. Christ!

“Sorry,” you finally say.

“About what?” the man’s left hand returning to your hip.

“I—”

“I’m flattered.”

You look over at him, your grinning companion. Your astonishment sincere; naïve. “Why?”

“Why do you think, darling? I usually have to work a lot harder to get a guy hard.”

Darling? Had he just called you darling?

“They’re all looking at me…”

“Who?”

You gesture forward, up the beach.

“They’re looking at you, yes. But they’re also looking at me. They’re jealous, the fucks. Let’s lose ’em,” the older man says, steering you, veering you left into the water, the gentle waves. “You’re all mine today, right?”

“Right,” you nod, the blistering sun in your eyes, wondering about rocks underfoot, half-buried stingrays…

He—

He pulls his tongue from your mouth. Pulls—

Says—

He’s stroking your cock. You’re on your knees in the sand, the water up to your chests. He’s stroking your cock, you’re stroking his much thicker one. You’re so impressed…

“I think I’m in love.”

“Don’t.”

“What?” whiskered, smiling face wet. Salt-wet.

“We just met.”

“So? Love is love.”

“Stop!”

“Why?”

You make another attempt to push his stroking hand away. “Cause if I cum I’ll…lose interest.”

“I’m impressed.”

“About what?”

“Well, lots of things. But once again you seem to be most concerned about…about pleasing me.”

You’ve succeeded. His hand has given way—though yours has continued its rhythmic stroke of his under-water cock, beneath mildly buffeting waves.

“I’d like to please you,” you say, brushing wet hair from your eyes with your free hand.

“You mean that? I think you do, darling.” His hand may’ve conceded stroking your cock but it has circled back around to your ass, your cheeks, and having parted them, found your hole. He whispers: “Would you like me to fuck you?”

You swallow. Taste of salt. “I’m a virgin. alanya escort Back there.”

“No shit. I never would’ve known.”

The man professes surprise. Although you are unsure if he’s mocking you or not. His middle finger, meanwhile, has wormed its way inside you a little ways, no lube.

“You’re tight, that’s for sure.”

“Too tight.”

“No one is ever too tight, with a little practice. I’d be gentle. You’re not my first virgin, believe me.” The sun was beating down. Heads, shoulders. A small crowd had assembled on the shore, watching you. The two of you.

“Do you like gin?” he asks, non sequitur.

“Gin, sir?”

“Why’re you calling me sir?” the man asks. “Am I that old?”

His middle finger is now in nearly to the knuckle. Raw.

“No, I…”

He laughs. Whispers over the waves:

“Relax, dear. I’m fucking with you. True, I’d rather FUCK you but—”

Gin—

A martini—

“I’ll show you how to…how to make the perfect martini. For me

Jalousies filtering light, ocean breezes

“For me For me For me when I come home from work.”

“What type of work do you do?”

Whiskered grin: “I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you. Did anyone ever tell you you’re a natural-born cocksucker? Goddamn! You could live here, y’know. Share yourself with me. Your life. This isn’t just about sex. I have a spare bedroom. You’re, for me, a dream come true. I could—”

“Where do you live again?” He sounds strangled.

“With my mother. Across the causeway. It’s just temporary. I moved back here after grad school.”

“What was your major? I mean…your area of study? Is she your…real mother?”

“Same as yours. Of course she is!”

“How do you know about me?”

“Philosophy. A waste. Then polysci. You know.”

“I don’t know. I’m beginning to worry about you, sweetie…”

“I make a mean martini, though, don’t I? Three olives? First try.”

“Doubt it. I’m feeling…What pud you did in it?”

Your mother, emerging from the shower…you meet her with a towel, broad like the flag but white. A large surrender. She wraps her wet, naked body in it. Turns. Drys off, partly.

“Where have you been all day?”

“The beach,” you say.

“The beach? You’d burn up.”

“I went over to dad’s house.”

“Oh. Shit! He’s back in town?”

“He’s, I take it, rented a little bungalow on the beach.”

“What did you do with him?”

“Talked. Had drinks. It was OK. He’s…mysterious.”

“Tell me about it!”

Your mom tosses her towel aside, her body dry for the most part. She struts to the bed. She’s like a featherless peacock, her body pale, slender, slight, smooth, nearly perfect. Small tits, though. Her legs are spread. Her feet slide back, knees rising, opening herself to you. Her sex. Her need. Your need.

You climb between her legs. The cock the man in the water pulled back from is still poised, potent, oh-so-erect. You penetrate your mother. She wraps her slender legs around you. You fuck her. Fuck her! You cum. Cries ring out like church bells in England. It’s glorious. The sheets are wet.

You say to the REMIT woman, their rep with the nice ‘do, as you come out of it, in the tilted chair, like at a barber shop, electrodes being removed: “I can’t say. Something happened. Something got…fucked up.”

“I’m surprised. How so?”

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Carson melted into the crook of Mr. Armisen’s arm, the light of the TV flickering over his face as some action movie played out on the screen. But he wasn’t focused on the film. His eyes were glued to the man beside him.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” Carson wondered aloud.

Armisen looked down at him and smiled. “I could ask you the same thing.”

It was two o’clock in the morning and the two were nuzzled on the couch, Carson’s head leaning against the man’s chest. Neither of them wanted to go back to sleep, so Armisen decided they should order in and watch a movie. They had a towel laid out beneath them, as Armisen had suggested. Carson’s ass was still raw from the pounding, and he was afraid he might bleed. Having a dick the size of a Pringles can stuffed up your butt could have that effect on a guy.

But he didn’t care. In fact, he craved the feeling of Mr. Armisen inside him. He had never felt so full as Armisen bore into his hole, and now he felt hollow, emptier than before. He wondered if he’d ever feel whole again.

“So where did you learn to do that, huh?”

Armisen looked down. “Do what?”

Carson snorted. “Where did you learn to fuck like that?”

Armisen laughed, his deep, belly-shaking laugh. He took a long drag on his cigar. “Yeeears of practice.”

“I wanna be a stud like you,” Carson said, coiling Armisen’s chest hairs through his fingers absent-mindedly, counting the grey ones. It sounded stupid when he said it, childlike, but he wasn’t afraid to be honest with the guy.

“Shut up. You are a stud.”

“I mean, like you…”

“It’s just confidence,” Armisen said, shrugging.

“Well I’m still working on that,” Carson said, rubbing his knee nervously.

“It’ll come to you. With time. And experience.”

Carson sighed. “So you fuck a lot, huh?”

Armisen shrugged. “If I’m lucky. I travel a lot, so I meet a lot of people.”

Carson remembered the sound of one of his “people” back at the Bravard, big-boobed and screaming.

“But you prefer women?” he asked, picking a handful of chips and crunching down.

“No, I wouldn’t say that,” said Armisen, looking down. “I just have more experience with women.”

“You bayrampaşa escort told me you don’t like most guys,” Carson recalled.

Armisen turned to look at him. “I don’t trust most guys.”

Carson’s heart fluttered. “But you trust me?”

“Sure I do,” said the man, running his fingers through Carson’s curly hair.

“Why?”

“You seem like a sweet kid,” he said, shrugging, tapping his cigar against an ashtray.

“You’re a six foot hunk of steel,” said Carson, almost laughing, unconvinced. “Why do you need to trust anyone at all? What are you afraid of?”

“Listen,” Armisen said, turning to face him. “When you’re my age and you’ve been in this game long enough, you have a lot to lose. I didn’t grow up like you kids-Grindr and all that shit. I never got to have that experience. I fooled around a little in college, but most guys like me were scared to take it any further. We went to business school, made a lot of money as fast as possible. We dated girls, got hitched young…”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Carson said, sitting up. “You’re married?”

Armisen set down his cigar. “I didn’t tell you that?”

“No,” Carson said, certain he would remember. He looked down at Armisen’s hand. No ring.

“Is that a problem?”

Carson considered it. He knew adultery was wrong, but technically he wasn’t the adulterer here. And he wasn’t really in a position to judge-after all, he was the one who cheated on his boyfriend two years into their relationship. That was the beginning of the end for them.

“Do you love her?”

“Yes,” said Armisen, irritation in his voice.

“So…why do you cheat on her so much?”

“What kind of fucking question is that?”

Carson fell silent, feeling he had crossed a line. He was prepared to drop it, when Mr. Armisen began to take a deep breath and answer, gently.

“At first, I just was trying to convince myself I still liked girls, you know? I wasn’t attracted to her anymore… And I figured, maybe I’m just not that into her. So I fucked around, got to know other women. And… it was nice. It made me feel secure. And I liked them. Just not as much as…”

His voice beykoz escort broke off.

Carson leaned in. “What? Guys?”

Armisen gave the boy a look. “Look, I’m forty-five years old here. I have a lifetime to psychoanalyze. We’re not gonna make any breakthroughs in one night.”

“So why am I here, then?” said Carson. “If I’m not convincing you that you’re straight?”

Armisen bit his lip, a rare look of vulnerability flickering across his face. “I guess…” he said, sighing heavily. “I guess I just didn’t want to die… Without knowing what it was like.”

“Like…?”

“I mean,” Armisen raised his hands, exasperated, letting them thud back on the couch. “No one’s ever eaten my ass before.”

Carson’s eyes almost popped out of his head. “Really?”

“Yeah,” said Armisen, shrugging. “Not too many girls are willing to go for it. They think it’s gross, or emasculating.”

Carson almost laughed out loud. He’d had his butt eaten out plenty of times, by multiple people. It was so strange to be in this position, across this man who intimidated him so immensely, whom he so respected-and know that he had more sexual experience in that particular department.

“Well, I promise you, it’s usually a little better than that,” Carson said. “No cliff-diving. Most of the time.”

Armisen leaned back and laughed. He pulled Carson close, kissing him, tussling his hair, his lips rich and smokey.

“Well, what other kind of stuff?” Carson asked, eager to offer his services.

“I don’t… nah…”

“Tell me.”

Armisen looked at his feet. “I’m always the dominant, you know? I’ve never been… dominated.”

Carson was numb with shock. “But you want that?”

“I don’t know,” Armisen said, shrugging. “I never tried it. I guess I never felt secure enough to… hand someone the reins.”

Carson had never thought of it that way. He always assumed Armisen was the strong one, bossing him around. But it was true-there was a bravery to doing what you’re told, to trusting in your partner, your own sense of judgement. Carson started to smile, his heart warming with pride.

“Well, that would be hard to do,” Carson said, tracing beyşehir escort a delicate finger along the man’s powerful shoulder. “I don’t know if you’ll find a bigger, beefier guy than you to be your daddy.”

Armisen chuckled, lifting his smoking cigar off the ashtray to his lips. “That’s okay. I like being daddy. I’m just… talking.”

Carson ran his fingers through the man’s thick arm hair. “Listen,” he said. “I have to fly back tomorrow. But… maybe we could do this again sometime?”

Armisen looked over at him and lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Carson shrugged. “Sure. I mean, if you ever want some more… experience.”

He couldn’t believe his own voice as he said it. Was he proposing some sort of long-term affair with a closeted, married Boomer? He supposed he was.

“Well, I have your number,” said Armisen, smiling. “I’ll give you a call.”

Carson smiled, leaning in to kiss the man, breathing in his smokey musk.

“Hey, can I have a drag?”

“Hell no,” he said, bringing the cigar to his lips. “Daddies only.”

Carson rolled his eyes and fell back on the giant’s chest, rubbing his face into his manly fur. He pulled out his phone and looked at his Instagram. All his friends were cheering him on or rolling their eyes, but he was proud of those pictures-he looked confident, sexy as he posed in front of the beach, his toned arms shining in the sunlight.

He looked over at the giant above him, but his eyes had returned to the screen. A twisted idea developed in Carson’s mind.

Hoping he wouldn’t notice, Carson started to stalk the man behind him. He found his LinkedIn and scrolled through his profile. He looked so adorable in his little grey suit, smiling for the camera. A shadow of the man he knew, the beast that could make his heart stop with a single word, make his eyes roll back into his head with a single touch. The stud. The king.

He probed further, careful not to reveal his prying. He stumbled across his Facebook page and scrolled down.

Carson frowned, sitting up, flipping through his photos.

No.

There was Mr. Armisen with his arm around a woman he supposed was his wife. She was surprisingly familiar. And between them, a handsome young man around Carson’s age, whom he immediately recognized. He couldn’t believe it.

His ex’s smiling face.

Carson looked between them, his pulse racing, hoping to find an answer, anything to explain this away. But it was no use.

The family resemblance was unmistakable.

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Everyone experiments in college. Girls get with girls, guys get with guys, everyone has a bit of fun. Or so I’d been told. So by the time I got into my second year, I was itching to try it out.

There was sexual tension between me and my roommates from the beginning of the year. I’m Josh, and I shared the hallway with four other guys (Jack, Aiden, Guy and Robbie), each of whom had never done anything with another guy. But the tension was definitely there. We’d make jokes about it. We wouldn’t hide our boners, even stroke them sometimes, if only for a laugh. We’d talk in great detail about sex with girls we’d had.

Our five rooms shared a kitchen and a living space, with three sofas and a chair. We hung out there every night that we weren’t out at a party. We’d watch films, chat, and drink.

About two and a half months in to the school year, we were doing just that, when Jack spoke up. “Let’s play a game!”

“I’ll get the cards,” Robbie said, but Jack pulled him down again. “Not a game like that, dumbo.”

Robbie went red. “Well what kind of game then?” He had always been the quietest of the group.

“How about truth or dare? Something like that? Oh!” He seemed suddenly struck by inspiration. “I was at Carol’s place the other day and she told me about this game, Blindfolded Body Touch!”

I laughed. “Is that exactly how it sounds?”

“All the girls in the room put on a blindfold, each girl is then touched up by a guy, and they have to guess who touched them up. If they’re right, the guy drinks, if they’re wrong, the girl drinks.”

“Problem is,” Guy pointed out, “we have no girls.” He put on a sad face. “Oh, what we could do if we had a girl.”

“We could have a gang bang.” This came from Aiden, and was so unexpected I burst out laughing. Robbie spat his drink all over himself.

Jack put on a thoughtful face. “We could, we could. We’d have to have some ground rules though.”

“Like what?” Aiden too looked thoughtful, as if they were discussing philosophy.

“Well, we wouldn’t want disputes over who goes where.”

“So would we each be assigned a body part, would we go with the flow or would we mix and match?”

“Well it would be partially the girl’s decision, obviously,” came Guy’s response. He had stopped laughing, and had now taken part in all seriousness. “But I personally think a rotation would be too confusing. We’d have to pick body parts out of a hat or something.”

“Two hands, one mouth, an ass and a pussy. That makes five of us,” Jack mused. Aiden and Guy nodded in agreement. Jack grabbed a sheet of paper, tore it into five and picked up a pen. He read aloud as he wrote them down. “Hand… Hand… Mouth… Ass… Pussy.” He picked up the five pieces of paper, folded them in half and put them in the bowl. He shook them up, covering the top with his hand.

“I’ll deal them out like a pack of cards.” He gave one to each of us. I grinned – this was ridiculous.

“Ass! Score!” Jack yelled, unfolding his. I opened mine – the word Pussy was scrawled across it. Guy and Aiden got hand, which left the mouth for Robbie. “Most action he’s ever gonna get,” sniggered Guy.

“Well there you go. Perfect, let’s have a gang bang!”

I snorted with laughter. “Except we still don’t have a girl.”

“One of us will have to be the girl.” Again, we all laughed at Aiden’s comment.

“Yeah, who’s the most girly out of us?” Guy laughed, and pointed at Robbie, who blushed bright red.

But before he could say anything, Jack came in again. “Except there’s only one true test of how manly someone is.”

“What’s that?” I asked, knowing I’d regret it.

“The size of his package.” Again, we all snorted with laughter. “Whoever has the smallest dick is our girl.”

Aiden rolled his eyes. “They still wouldn’t have a pussy though. So there’d only be four places to fuck.”

“Ah, but if one of us is the girl, then there’d only be four of us anyway.” Jack rolled his eyes back. Guy nodded thoughtfully.

As I realised that they weren’t entirely joking, I also realised that I really wanted this to happen. I wanted to fuck one çekmeköy escort of them, be it their hand, mouth or ass. I felt my erect dick strain against my jeans. “Okay, so who goes first then?”

“First for what?” Robbie asked.

“First for getting out their dick. Whoever has the smallest dick loses, right? So we need to test that. We need to compare.” I reached into my bag, and pulled out a ruler. “Who’s up first?”

“Well you’ve got the ruler,” Guy pointed out. “Why don’t you go first?”

I looked around, before shrugging. “Sure, why not?” I undid my flies, slowly, in case one of them yelled out that it was gross. But I got my flies open and none of them said a word. I pulled my trousers down off my legs, revealing my bulge. I slowly pulled down my boxers, revealing my dick. As I uncovered the head, it sprung upright.

I was proud of my dick, and pretty sure of my victory. It stood tall, thick and powerful. I leant back so to extend it to it’s full length, before sliding the ruler alongside it. I measured it closely. “6.9 inches,” I proudly announced. “Who’s next?”

The others snapped their stare away from my dick and looked at each other. “I’ll go next!” said Jack eagerly. He wasted no time in getting his trousers off, and it turned out he wasn’t wearing any boxers. But his dick was notably larger than mine. He grabbed the ruler, leant it up against his dick. “7.2 inches, pussy boy,” he sniggered at me.

I gave a crooked smile. “Okay, you beat me. Someone else now!” I was eager to find out who the girl was going to be, even though part of me knew it would be Robbie.

Guy shrugged casually and undid his zipper. He was wearing boxers, but they were soon off too. As he was doing this, Aiden began to take his off too. Robbie watched, shocked into stillness.

“7.7!” Came the response, followed by “8.1” from Aiden. I had been sniggering at Robbie and so hadn’t been paying attention. It took a second to register what they’d said.

My head snapped round. There they were, three massive cocks. They towered above mine, and were as thick or thicker too. Aiden grinned smugly. “So it’s down to Josh and Robbie. How are your butts feeling?” I flipped him the finger, laughing to myself. Poor Robbie.

Robbie slowly pulled down his trousers and his boxers at the same time, revealing his dick from the shaft to the head like a loading bar. But this loading bar went on forever. When his dick finally sprung upright, it was massive. It towered above everyone else’s. He took the ruler, put it alongside. “9.6 inches. I win.” Even then, his voice was quiet and shy.

I was in a state of shock. No way was Robbie’s dick that big. I slowly became aware of everyone looking at me. After a few moments I realised why.

“Hey there baby.” Jack grinned at me. “I guess you’re the girl.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was frozen, uncomprehending. Jack came over and pulled me to my feet.

“Well it’s lucky Josh got pussy. Now we’ve each got our place,” Jack continued. “Everyone into positions!”

Before I knew it, Jack was behind me, and Guy and Aiden on either side. Robbie hesitated, before pulling himself up and standing in front of me. There was a pause, as all four dicks pointed inwards at me. They were all shaved, and they were all hard. I heard Jack sit down on the sofa behind me. “Come and sit on my dick, then.”

I still didn’t know what to do. Guy interrupted. “C’mon, let’s not be mean.” I felt relief, but it didn’t last long. “At least give the guy some lube!” He continued with a laugh.

Aiden produced a squeezey bottle of lube from out of his back, much to the amusement of the others. Jack began to massage his dick behind me, lubing it up from the bottle.

This time it was Robbie that spoke up. “You know you would’ve done it to me, Josh. And you know you want this. C’mon, let’s do this.” He grinned at me, for once not blushing. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me backwards, slowly.

Before I realised what was happening, I had been pushed down far enough for the head of Jack’s dick to be pressing against çeşme escort my hole. I gave a gasp of shock, trying to steady myself, but Robbie keep slowly pushing. After a few seconds, my ass gave way, and I began to sink onto Jack’s dick.

I was about to struggle and jump away, but as soon as he was even a little bit in me I stopped. I felt myself fill up, not just with his dick but with pleasure like I’d never felt. It was completely different to pleasure from my dick, but it made my dick stand bolt upright. It hurt too, quite a lot, but Robbie was pushing slowly, and Jack had enough lube on his dick for my ass to expand to fit it. I sunk further and further, burying his cock deeper into my ass.

Jack, horny beyond patience, suddenly sprung his hips up and thrust the remainder of his dick into my ass. I cried out, first from pain but soon enough from pleasure. He moaned with me as I enveloped his dick in my ass. He sat back down, taking me with him so that I was completely impaled on his dick.

I was now at face height with the three other dicks pointed at me. Without thinking, driven by my arousal, I raised my hands and grabbed Guy and Aiden’s dicks firmly around the shaft. I began to stroke them up and down. They felt huge in my hands, and meaty. Both twitched erratically as I began to pleasure them, which only made me stroke faster.

As I stroked them, Jack began to rock back and forth, pulling his dick in and out of my ass. I closed my eyes in pain, and then moaned with pleasure. His dick seemed to apply a deep, throbbing pressure to some pleasure centre inside me that I didn’t even know existed. I forced myself to relax my ass, and to stop clenching. Jack felt this and instantly started pumping harder. Now that I was relaxed, it was able to slide in smoothly. I began to jerk Guy and Aiden off in time to Jack’s pumps, so that the four of us were rocking together.

Jack reached around and curled his hand around my dick. It ached for pleasure, standing more erect in his hand than it had ever done before. He soon began to wank me off in time with everyone else.

Once I was in the rhythm, I opened my eyes. My field of vision was dominated by Robbie’s massive cock, stiff and pointing directly at me. I slowly leaned forward, moving my head towards it. I parted my mouth, wet my lips, touched my mouth on the head of his dick and pushed forwards. Slowly, little by little, his dick pushed into my mouth, until his head was completely in. The feeling of a huge cock in my mouth made me feel like a slut, but was more of a turn-on than any of the stuff before. I stopped pushing forwards, and ran my tongue along the underside of the head. It tasted slightly salty, slightly sweaty. I ran my tongue over the top of the head, before flicking the end gently.

Robbie’s moans of pleasure joined the rest of ours, until you couldn’t tell who was making which sound. I moaned into Robbie’s dick, accompanying it by a stroke of the tongue. After a few more licks, I decided to press on. I began to once again press my lips over his dick, sliding them down his shaft and filling up my mouth. As I slid into it, I ran my tongue over the base, tracing veins on the shaft.

I had read somewhere that squeezing your thumb overrides your gag reflex, but seeing as my hands were both busy I just had to do it without help. I tried as best as I could to relax my throat, trying to imitate my ass which was being steadily pounded. I pushed forwards, feeling the head of Robbie’s massive cock press into the back of my mouth. My uvula was pushed backwards and his cock entered my throat. My eyes watered as I desperately tried not to gag. I pressed my lips over his shaft, pressed my tongue upwards into him and gave one last push. The whole head of his dick slid into my throat. I held it there for a couple of seconds before pulling back and moaning in triumph.

He was quivering with pleasure as I pulled back, but I didn’t give him much rest. I pulled back until only the head was in my mouth, before plunging forwards again and taking him into my mouth, although not into my throat this time. I did this cihangir escort again and again, slowly speeding up my motion. His moans became more urgent and high pitched.

I moved my hands from Guy and Aiden’s dicks, and began to massage their balls. From Guy I got nothing, so I soon moved my hand back to his dick, but from Aiden I got a sharp gasp of pleasure. I smiled inwardly, and cradles his balls in my hand. They were hot, and dangled down loosely so that I could easily focus on just the balls inside. I used one finger to rub the area between the ass and the balls, something I’d learnt from wanting a few months earlier. Aiden responded even better to this, occasionally jerking and shaking with pleasure.

I flipped back to his dick, keeping my finger rubbing that area. But after about five pumps, he twitched with a spurt of pleasure and came. Thick wads of cum pumped out, splattering the side of my face and neck and even some of Robbie’s dick, which I licked off on my next pump. This too was salty, and surprisingly warm.

Jack laughed. “You came early! You’re even more of a girl than Josh!” I thought this was unfair, as I knew only two well how good that particular method was (although I was still going, even with a dick in my ass).

Robbie let out a half laugh, half moan. “Maybe you should be sucking me instead.”

“Or better still,” Jack came in again, “you should be sucking Josh. “

To Aiden’s credit, he didn’t even hesitate. In seconds he was on all fours, pushing his head between me and Robbie. Jack removed his hand as Aiden lowered his head onto my dick. The soft warmth of his lips on my cock was ecstasy, especially combined with the bulging dick in my ass. I saw his squeeze his thumb out of the corner of my eye, and he plunged his head forwards. I felt his throat give way and my dick slowly pushed down inside him. My moans increased.

I was only vaguely aware of Guy stepping backwards, moving his dick out of range of my hand. He grabbed the bottle of lube, and began slathering his cock with it. I prepared myself to continue wanking him, but instead he walked around and knelt behind Aiden. Jack laughed and Aiden squealed with surprise as Guy slowly pushed his dick into Aiden’s ass. After a few seconds, Aiden’s squeals became moans of pleasure and Guy pushed further and further into him.

I now had two spare hands. One of them went to Aiden’s head, rhythmically pressing it down onto my cock. The other went to the base of Robbie’s cock. I withdrew my mouth, instead grabbing his dick with my hand. I sensed his disappointment, until I lowered my head and took his balls in my mouth. These were warm and sweaty, with a tangy taste that for some reason really excited me. I sucked gently on one of his balls, before using my tongue to cradle the other. His moans became more erratic.

It wasn’t til Robbie said, “I’m gonna cum” that I realised how close I was. Guy and Jack grunted in agreement. By now, both were pumping quite fast into me and Aiden. I began to grind down onto Jack’s dick, pushing him as far into me as he could go with each deep thrust. I took Robbie’s bulging cock back into my mouth, now using my hands to play with his balls. All of our moans built up in intensity, each of us getting closer to finishing.

Jack and Guy, now pumping in unison, seemed to cum at exactly the same time. I felt hot cum pump deep into my ass, filling me up and swirling over my G-spot. They both let out a deep, loud moan as they emptied themselves into our asses. It felt so good that I grabbed Aiden’s head, pumped hard into his throat twice and came, hard. He spluttered as my cum filled his mouth and throat, and cum dripped out his mouth as he desperately tried to swallow what he could.

As I twitched and moaned in pleasure, I felt an equal desperation to finish Robbie. I pumped my mouth over him hard and fast, squeezing his balls and pressing into the area just behind them. After around ten pumps, he grabbed my head and shoved his cock deep into me, slamming my nose against his stomach. His dick forced itself into my throat, and was spurting out cum before I could even start choking. I tried to control it and swallow what I could, and managed some before the rest dribbled out of my mouth as I spluttered for air.

I sat there, impaled on my friend’s cock, drenched in my other friends’ cum. I felt like a slut, like their whore, their plaything.

And I loved it.

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I stopped caring the moment the divorce became final. She divorced me when I came out to her as bisexual, leaning gay. Fact was, I had not known had any leaning, other than being straight, until about three years after our marriage.

I had married her after she told me the baby was hers. I stayed with her after a DNA test proved that the child was not mine. I wasn’t intending to have what relationship we had destroyed by anything that I did. In fact, other than what little sex I’d had with her, I was practically a virgin.

Then, about three years into our marriage, I started getting some strange and scary desires. I wanted nothing more than a hard male body pressed against mine, and the musky taste of man on my lips. This was exacerbated by the fact that I was now working with what I considered to be the single hottest individual, man or woman, that I had ever encountered, or had seen in any picture, and this person was male. VERY male.

His name was, I found out quickly, Dr. Kailen Erik Moran, and yes, he was a Doctor. Not a medical doctor, he made clear to everyone, but a Doctor of Divinity, and Ancient Religions. One would think that the fact of his learning would make him a stuck-up, over-moral ponce, but nothing could be further from the truth. He was a worldly-wise, honest, forthright man, with not a hint of religion-inflicted stiffness.

He could easily laugh, and was quick with a snarky retort whenever he was teased, or when the jokes flew at high rates. Often, his way with words would have his fellow workers practically paralyzed with laughter. To be frank, I was quickly becoming infatuated with this vibrant personality.

Perhaps I should introduce myself. My name, for what it’s worth, is Sean Leigh Cleburn, and I am a professional recording engineer, one that owns a small recording studio. But that is not my regular job. During the day, I am the purchasing and logistics agent for a major musical instrument dealer in my city.

I’m a bit tall, at 200 centimeters, and 95 Kilograms. I do my best to keep myself healthy, so what little fat is there, is kept somewhat in check. I have to admit, though, I do enjoy the occasional beer and pizza. I also love to cook.

But enough about me.

About five years after the marriage, it ended in me losing everything I owned EXCEPT the studio and my car. I was reduced to sleeping, eating, showering, and practically spending all spare time at the studio. At least, because of not actually being the child’s father, I was not subject to child support. What little alimony would usually be paid, was waived by the judge, bless him.

Now, I said earlier that I stopped caring the moment the divorce became final. That’s true in everything except my studio and my job. Into those I put every ounce of energy I could muster.

After about two years of this, I had an apartment built off the back of the studio, one that was large enough to do a small amount of entertaining. I was elevated to my current position as logistics agent of the Dealer, in addition to my purchasing agent position, something that really was not a change, as I was already doing the job. They just gave me the extra title, and recognized this with additional pay, almost double what I had started the position.

Through all this, I had one small (read that as fucking huge) thorn in my side. I still was infatuated with one person. And that person was Kailen. Beautiful man, he was. He was still vibrant, and almost too handsome. I got to where I feared every time he and I met, as I would almost certainly develop a massive hard-on, and doing so was not a good thing, to my mind. I feared he would see, and it would jeopardize what little friendship I had with him.

To this end, I poured myself deeper into my work. But this really did not help at all. I would wake up early in the morning, with the darkness surrounding me, realizing I had just had a wet dream of Kailen. This was all the sexual activity I could be said to be getting, and it really did nothing but make it worse.

One afternoon, I was running some figures through the inventory computer’s lists, when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. I looked up, and there was Kailen. He smiled at me, and said in his beautiful singer’s voice, “Hey, Sean. What are you doing tonight?”

I really had only one answer, because I had no work in the studio. I was all caught up. So, being an honest individual, I said, “Nothing. I had been planning to go get a six pack, and a pizza, and chill in front of a space movie.”

Then, Kailen threw a wrench into that plan that had me sweating underneath my t-shirt. “Why don’t you join me and my band at the ‘Salty Dog Saloon’ tonight? There’s a jam, and we host it. You and your keyboard talent would be welcome.” He then said something that had my heart racing a bit. “Besides, when we aren’t playing, it’ll give me a chance to get to know you. I’ve worked with you for eight years now, and I know next to nothing about you.”

I sighed, and looked at him, bahçelievler escort forlornly, I am sure. “That was a bit of the point, Kailen. But, yeah, I suppose. Do I meet you here? And when?”

“Yeah. Meet here, and we pack into the trailer. Bring your keyboard and amp, and be ready to jam. Rock and blues, mostly. Meet us here at about six. You get off at four, right?”

“Yeah. What dress code?”

“We usually dress in black. I’ll get a t-shirt for you. And, by the way, what size do you wear?”

I told him. Then, writing it down, he smiled, patted my shoulder, and said quietly, “Thanks, hun. See you at six.” Then he walked away.

I was really sweating now. I knew it wasn’t really a date, but the man of my dreams had just asked me to go to an event with him. That alone was a bit more than I could handle.

Four O’clock couldn’t come sooner.

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I got home and as soon as I stepped into the apartment, had my clothes off. I went directly to the shower and began to wash up. As I did, a rather powerful image of what I believed was my dream man, Kailen, naked, rubbing up against me, entered my mind. I couldn’t stand it, and for the first time in years, I reached down and grasped my hardened shaft. I began to slowly fist it.

The sensations were stronger than what I had ever experienced. I imagined his hand on my member, and his lips on mine. I imagined his voice in my ears, his breath on my skin. My eyes were closed, but I am sure if they were open, one could have seen them rolled back into my head.

The heat in my body climbed, and I began to stroke faster. I braced myself against the wall, and panted with need. It was as if electricity had been applied to every sensitive spot, and I was shaking and stiff.

Then, stiffening further, I came hard, with Kailen’s name on my lips. Great ropes of cum hit the wall of the shower, and I shuddered as the intense pleasure rippled through my wet body. Never had I cum so hard. It was then that I knew what I wanted more than anything in the world. I wanted Kailen.

Cleaning myself up, I finished my shower, trimmed my goatee, and shaved the rest of my face. I clothed myself, and checked the clock. Surprisingly, it was only 4:45. I packed my two keyboards, a Roland RD-700, and Hammond XK33c with my two amps, a Roland KC-500, and a Leslie 3300 (Look them up if you are curious, those of you who are into music). I had paid dearly for them, saving up for several years, and finally getting what I wanted. I also packed my double stand, my bench, and my small suitcase full of cables.

When done packing, I checked the time. It took only fifteen minutes to pack, because this was my gig rig. I had a similar rig set up in the studio as well. So, I ate a quick snack, and headed for the store, a simple 20 minute ride.

I must have looked a bit scared, because when Kailen saw me, he asked, “Something wrong, hun?”

-Yeah, there is. I’m going out with you,- I thought, but instead I said, “Not really. Just a bit nervous, is all.”

Then, he did something which threw me completely off balance. He leaned down, stuck his head into my car window, and very gently kissed me on the lips. Then, while I tried to get my breath from that slight touch, he whispered. “Hun, you do not need to be nervous around me.” Then he walked back to his truck, and opened the doors of the trailer.

In order to calm my now frazzled nerves, I jumped out, and began to unload my gear from my car. My encased keyboards and amps found places in the trailer, which was partially loaded with sound gear, a drum kit, and several guitar and bass cases.

Once my gear was strapped in, I stepped out of the trailer to see a site that imprinted itself on my mind. Kailen had stripped his shirt off, and was unfolding a t-shirt. And, in response, I stumbled. He looked better than my dreams and imaginings had been. Luckily, I got my footing, and my shirt was long enough to hide my “tent”.

Kailen pulled the shirt on, and looked up to see me staring, and smiled. He threw me a shirt, and said, “Get that shirt off, and put this one on.”

I did, conscious of his eyes on me. He smiled at my blush. He then said, “Sean, what ever you do, please don’t hide from me, even behind your work. I want to know you. I already know you exercise at least three times a week.” Then he leaned in, and grazed my exposed midriff with a finger. “Nice.” I nearly came from that touch. I made sure to put my shirt down, and went to lock the door of my car.

The “Salty Dog Saloon” was an amazing place. I’d not been there up until that evening. I really knew nothing about the place. But what I found out had me in a deep quandry, when combined with Kailen’s words, and his touch. On several walls, I saw rainbow flags of varying sizes, and some of the neon had rainbow elements as well. The Salty Dog was a Gay Friendly establishment.

-Oh my… Is Kailen gay?- I thought, and that thought didn’t fit with bakırköy escort the perception of the “typical” gay guy, as governed by what a lot of men considered to be a sign of gayness in my town. This is a sign of how much knowledge I really lacked. I had seen the effeminate types of men before, and that was the only picture of a gay man I had, despite my own preferences.

Kailen explained it this way, “This club is owned by a gay man and a straight man, and their spouses. It caters to everyone, and makes sure that no one is hurt by being gay. Also, it’s the only blues club within sixty miles, so it gets a lot of business.”

I nodded, and looked around, somehow feeling amazingly comfortable with him. I asked for and received instructions on where to set my gear, and helped the band-mates empty the trailer. I set up and warmed up, limbering my fingers using my ever-present headphones, so as not to interrupt anyone’s conversations. Once that was done, I went to the bar and ordered a Guinness and headed for an empty table to wait.

I was soon joined by a happy Kailen. We fell into easy conversation for the next hour, while waiting for time to start playing. My beer was cool and wet, and it helped somewhat to calm my nerves, as did the conversation with my friend.

As we talked, I took occasional glances around the club, and saw that more and more people of every walk of life poured into the place. I became more and more at ease, and was ready to play. I rose, and headed for my rig, and began sound-check with the band.

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The night was incredibly fun. It was about the most fun I’d ever had. Music pumped through an amazing sound system. I had so much fun playing songs I’d never played before.

I had long and rambling conversations with Kailen, as well as with other members of the band, and with other musicians in the jam-session. There were many different musicians there, and the random bands that were created by selecting different musicians, made it possible to hear many different sounds and styles.

At the end of the night, I had drunk only two total beers, as well as coca-cola. I was quite sober. Kailen, as sober as I, walked up to me, as I sat at a table, outside, resting my ears, a strained look on his beautiful face. He sat down, and said, “I just got a call from my sister. I can’t go home tonight. Their house, which I share with them, just burned down. I have no bed.”

This was not good news, as you can imagine. So, I did the only thing I could. “You can stay at my house. I have plenty of room, and an extra bed.”

“You’d do that?” He looked up at me with red-rimmed eyes.

“Absolutely, and you can stay as long as you like. And, it would make it possible for us to carpool to work.”

He looked at me with a new tenderness in his eyes and smiled, then nodded. “Can we stop by and see what got damaged? And perhaps see my sis?”

“Of course, baby.” That affectionate word simply slipped from my lips unbidden, and the second I said it, I knew my face was very red.

“Thanks. And, you can always call me baby.”

When the night was through, we helped take down the system and pack it all away. We got our pay, and headed out. We delivered the band-mates and their gear to their vehicles, and I packed my gear into my car.

When the band members had gone, Kailen stood in front of me, and looked into my eyes. “Thank you, Sean. For all you are doing.” He leaned in, and kissed me tenderly. I could not help but kiss him back.

We pulled away, and I slipped into my car, and started it up. I watched him go to his car, and then followed him to his sister’s house. After talking with his sister, I led him to my home, and indicated that he should park next to my car. I led him inside, and showed him around.

He looked with rapt attention at everything that my house had in it, and at every little detail of its build. I stayed still for a while, silently watching him take in everything in the property. As he looked at a painting, I finally yielded to the temptation, and slipped up behind him, wrapping my arms around him. I hugged him to me gently, but firmly.

I said quietly, “I’m glad you are here, Kailen. I can’t stop thinking of you. I hope I’m not scaring you off.”

Kailen turned in my arms, and wrapped his own around my neck. “No, you aren’t. And you aren’t the only one in this room that feels that way about someone in this room.” With that, he kissed me again, and this time, I was ready.

The feeling of his body against mine was a heady thing. I loved the taste of his tongue and lips, and savored his musky scent. I was getting more and more aroused by his touch. There was no fighting for dominance. There was just an equal yielding and pressing forward by both of us.

We both came up for air, and Kailen said, gruffly, “One thing… I need to get new clothes, Sean. I don’t work tomorrow, and neither do you. Care to shop tomorrow?”

“With you, I would love başakşehir escort it.” I was sincere, and he could tell. He kissed me on the nose.

“Then, lets get these clothes off, and make use of your bed. I think we both need the same thing.”

That offer sounded like the most attractive offer I’d ever heard. I led him into the room, and began to gently strip the clothes off of him. I lifted his shirt, slowly exposing his naked chest, and followed my fingers with my lips and tongue, tasting his skin, and the fine hair on his chest and stomach. I gently nipped and sucked on his nipples, eliciting a deep moan from him, a moan that made me moan as well.

Once his shirt was off, he did the same for me, but did not stop there. He knelt, and pulled my pants down. I wore some boxer-briefs made of silk, since I love the feel. He leaned in, and kissed my hard, clothed member, and began to mouth the shaft, through the thin material.

Sensations filled my body. Like waves of energy, the feeling of his mouth on me rolled through me and made me shiver and moan. I could not take my eyes off of him. He had me in his power, and he seemed to know this.

He pulled my shorts off of me, as well as my pants and socks, and leaned back in to gently lick my shaft. He took it slowly between his lips and began to suck tenderly on it. I was his, as far as I was concerned. I yielded to the feeling. I moaned deeply, and stroked his head as he moved slowly on my shaft. I saw his free arm moving, and saw that he was stroking his own member.

Seeing this, I pulled out of his mouth, and lifted him up, silently, and pushed him to back to lay on the bed. He gasped a bit, then smiled. I kissed that smiling face, then began to trail kisses and nibbles down my beautiful man’s chest. I licked and kissed his stomach, then, giving his cock a miss, trailed kisses down one leg and foot, then up the other.

I took his hard, leaking shaft in one hand, and licked the length of it slowly. He let out a mewl of pleasure, and arched his back a bit. I, for the first time in my life, took his member into my wanton mouth. I gently wrapped my lips around him, and began to suck him, taking into account everything I wanted done on my own cock. I sucked and licked every inch of his shaft and balls. He tasted so damned good, I wanted to savor the taste of his salty, sweet precum, and eventually his cum.

But he would not have any of that. “S-Sean… feels good, but it isn’t what I want, babe.” I got the point, I think.

I pulled off of his cock, and lowered my mouth, while lifting his legs, and began to lick his musky hole. He involuntarily let out a loud yelp, and then moaned deeply, his body alternately stiffening, and relaxing, his voice coming out in hitches. I slipped my tongue into his hole gently, and began to slowly tongue-fuck the tight hole. As I did so, I felt his body move a bit. Then I felt him press a bottle into my hand. I raised up, and saw that he’d found my jacking lube, the one I’d never opened, but had in case I’d need it. So, I poured some on my fingers, and squirted some on his hole, its chill causing a bit of a flinch in his body.

I slowly grazed his hole with my finger, and massaged the oil in, careful not to hurt him. After a moment of this, I slowly pressed my digit into the palpitating rosette, and began to move my finger in short strokes. He gasped and moaned in rhythm with my finger’s movements, and I could hardly bear it. I wanted to dive into him and deeply explore him long and slow.

He let out another deep moan, and taking a deep breath, and said, “Sean, I need you. I need you in me.”

“You know I love you, don’t you?” I had to make sure.

“Yes, and I love you back.” He smiled, and stroked my face. “Now, babe. Please fuck me.”

I almost couldn’t speak. So, I did not. I lined up my cock with his hole, and gently pushed in. While the hole was tight, I had no issues entering my baby. The warmth and tightness were almost more than I could stand. I forced myself not to explode, and simply slowly pushed forward.

Kailen pushed back, and we soon were fully seated against each other. He wrapped arms and legs around me, and I began to slowly fuck him with long, full strokes. His breath came in gasps, and with each gasp, he spoke my name. His name on my lips made me harder and harder, and I began to move faster.

Shorter firmer strokes seemed to cause him to leak more, and so I kept doing that. I was becoming more and more animalistic in my movements, and I began to lose control.

I heard a cry, and looking at my love, I saw his cock spurting hard and repeatedly. His evident pleasure, and the repeated calling of my name set me off, and with a scream of my own, I came hard and long, filling him up.

I could not move for a while after, and when I began to get my strength back, I slowly pulled out. But, Kailen stopped me, so without fully pulling out, I rearranged our bodies so that we were on our sides. We told each other we loved each other, and then slept.

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I dreamed of a feeling of tightness moving on me, a tight warmness that was beyond any other feeling. I woke, and realized it was no dream. Kailen had started riding me while I was asleep. I smiled and let him continue, stroking his cock and his chest and stomach as he moved.

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