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I live in Southern California, a playground for gay and bi men. Ever since being forced to suck the cock of a neighborhood bully earlier in my life, I have been curious about what it would be like to try it again, and would enjoy being told exactly what to do. Until recently I had been just curious, but I met Richard and had been forced to perform orally for him, and I loved it. But I was still searching, still very curious and still hungry.

I met Larry on line in a local men for men chat room. He was my age, bi, married, and I was married and curious. I would see him on line once or twice a month and he would ask for a photo, but would refuse to send me one, so we never exchanged photos.

I explained that my desire was to meet a guy at his house, or apartment, drop to my knees and do anything and everything he asked of me orally. Anything. And I would drink and or swallow anything if I was told to or forced to.

Larry wanted to meet for coffee, because he said he was looking for something exactly like what I was offering. I explained that I was very nervous and if we met in advance I might get cold feet and leave before we ever got started, and I really wanted to do this. I felt the best way was to simply walk into a house or motel room, and drop to my knees and get started.

One Sunday, while uydukent escort I was on line in the room and also searching the various porn sites viewing pictures, I made up my mind. Looking at photos of women going down on men was making me very, very horny. I told myself that if I found a white married woman going down on a black guy, today would be the day to end my curiosity. If another guy asked me to meet him, I would.

In about a 15-minute period of time I found the photos I had been seeking, and all of a sudden there was Larry, on line, sending me a message. He simply said, “I have the place to myself for the afternoon, come over and meet my cock.”

I dropped everything, and drove the few miles to his place, locating it easily by his instructions. My hands were cold, and I was very nervous, and determined…

I walked in, to a back bedroom. Larry was wearing a bath robe and I was wearing a T shirt and shorts. He told me to undress and then he had me undress him… Then he told me to get on my knees and suck his cock, which was a full seven inches and rock hard.

I first kissed its head, then licked it, and began to suck with gusto, but carefully so as not to use my teeth. I have slept with over 65 women and know how wonderful a blow job can be. I zeytinburnu escort wanted to make sure Larry was serviced well.

I knew from our early conversations that his wife detested sucking his cock, and had stopped doing so years ago. I wanted to make sure he was fully enjoying himself, and from his moans, I knew he was.

He kept telling me what a great job I was doing, and also told me of some of his other experiences, including giving a guy a golden shower just last week. That got me hotter and I attacked his cock even more. He moved around on the bed a bit, but I constantly stayed on my knees, because that’s what a good cocksucker does.

He asked me if I had ever considered letting a guy have my ass. With his still rock hard cock filling my mouth I told him, yes, but only if another one was in my mouth to muffle my screams.

He asked me if I would be available for any of his friends, whose wives also no longer paid attention to cock sucking, and I told him, if he wanted me to, I would provide my services to any of his friends, as long as they were clean and safe. He guaranteed me that indeed, they would be, but he wanted to make sure I would take care of his needs first.

He asked me if a golden shower would excite me and I told him I had şişli escort given him my rules before coming over… I would do anything orally he asked of me, anything. He said the golden shower didn’t do much for him, but he did love to cum in a guy’s mouth.

He asked me what else would turn me on. I told him, truthfully, “I have a number of unfulfilled fantasies. I want to go down on a black guy, and I want to go down on a room full of guys.”

I told him that, as I had explained on line, I would do anything orally he asked of me but he would need to tell me to swallow and hold my head in place.

With those words, his cock seemed to swell even more and he quickened his pace. I was in heaven. I loved this… Here I was in his home, and for the past 30 minutes I had been sucking his wonderful cock.

Suddenly, he grabbed my head and started fucking my face harder than I had imagined possible. I was no longer sucking cock, I was getting face fucked, and I loved every second of it. Then he moaned and I felt the first blast of his cum at the back of my throat. Three more blasts came after that and he made sure I swallowed each and every drop. He pulled out and made me lick him clean…

I had never considered what cum would taste like, and all I remember was a warm wonderful taste in my mouth. It was delicious and I now had a stomach full.

I jumped into my shorts and shirt, and walked out to my car. Larry simply said, “For a first timer you were great. In fact you’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever met.”

Thanks Larry, I’ll be back whenever you tell me to come back. I just need to be told!

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Quincy – First time

By Pelaam

The older man gazed down reassuringly at the anxious younger man, between whose spread legs he lay so comfortably and where he fit so perfectly.

“It’ll be OK,” he said quietly. “Doing something for the first time always creates nervousness. Just relax.”

“Everything will change,” came the worried reply.

“No it won’t. Bobby,” the older man cooed. “Nothing will change in this bed or between us.” He gave his worried lover a gentle kiss that he ended by tugging on the younger man’s moustache.

“But work…”

“Is work. I do what I love. You’ll be great in the new job. You can do it. We both know that. It won’t change what we have between us. I promise it won’t. We’ll find ways to make sure it doesn’t. Good things are worth making efforts for, sweetheart.”

“I promise, too,” the younger man said with a nervous smile. “Love me?”

“Always.”

The older man kissed his lover again, this time with more passion. His tongue delved deep, duelling with the slick muscle of the younger man and the consequent groan from his actions were music to his ears. Reaching to the locker, he snagged up the tube of gel and coated his fingers liberally with lube and slid his hands between their bodies, blindly seeking his lover’s entrance.

As gel-slick fingers ghosted across puckered flesh, the younger man moaned appreciatively. He whimpered and writhed as a single digit penetrated buca escort him. He cried out with pleasure as a second finger pushed inside. His older lover nipped sharply at his peaked nipples, laving them wetly to sooth the brief hurt and the younger man began to lose himself in the arousing sensations assaulting his body. As he felt three fingers stretch him, scissoring and pumping gently, he pressed both hands to his lover’s head holding him to gaze eye to eye.

“In me, please. I need you,” he begged quietly.

“Shh, sweetheart,” the older man crooned softly, but positioned himself at the younger man’s entrance in response to the soft command. He coated his throbbing flesh and slowly sank into tight, slick heat. Both men groaned at the union. Once fully inside, the older man waited for his Mate to accommodate to being filled. He then began to stroke the younger man in time with the strong rhythmic thrusts into their welcoming body. He felt the younger man climax and was dimly aware of his name being called even as his own hips snapped erratically and he found release inside the younger man’s body.

The older man cleaned their bodies after slipping from his lover’s tightness and snuggled them together.

“I love you,” came a sated, sleepy murmur.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

The two men slept entwined and content.

****

“Quincy!” came an exasperated shout. “You’re like a çağlayan escort cat on hot bricks.” The grouse was said good-naturedly. Sam understood the other man’s nervousness. Today he was to meet their new manager. Some guy called Astin.

“I’ve got the autopsy on that big case Monahan’s working on. I don’t need this …”

The rest of his sentence was never uttered as Sam picked up the ringing phone and absently nodded.

“Yes. Yes. I’ll tell him to go up straight away.” He replaced the receiver and smiled at Quincy. “You have been summonsed,” he said. “Good luck.”

“Good luck,” Quincy muttered darkly as he scowled at the other man.

****

Waiting in his new office on the first day of his appointment, the new manager tried to hide his nerves. The Human Resource man was still speaking, but the words just washed over the other man who wondered once again whether he’d made the right decision. Quincy’s reputation as Medical Examiner was legendary. His eyes snapped to the door as it opened.

“Ah, Dr Quincy,” the HR man smiled. “I’ll introduce you gentlemen and leave you to get acquainted. DR Quincy, this is Robert Astin.”

The words were unheard as the older and younger man clasped hands. Astin swallowed around a lump in his throat at the look of love and pride in his lover’s eyes. As the door closed he was pulled into a hard swift hug.

“Congratulations,” the older çankaya escort man said warmly.

“I couldn’t have done it without you,” the younger smiled.

“Sorry I can’t stay, but I have a big case to work on,” Quincy said as he backed towards the door.

“Just a minute,” Astin said raising his eyebrows. “I’m the man in charge here. I won’t stand for insubordination under my command.”

Quincy grinned widely at the younger man’s words. The twinkle in Astin’s eyes took away any sting they might have had otherwise.

Quincy smiled at the confident tone and recognised that his lover’s nervousness was now losing out to the younger man’s natural confidence.

“Won’t stand for insubordination, hmm?” Quincy said, his voice thick with lust, eyes smouldering, and causing Astin’s own eyes to widen. “I think I’ll change that tune later when I *come* aboard. After I’ve conducted a full body cavity search that is,” Quincy added, he voice getting deeper. “Then I’ll ensure you receive a very intimate and personal christening to celebrate your new job.”

“Oh, God,” Astin moaned as found himself hardening at the words and the tone in which they were spoken. “You’re incorrigible,”

Quincy grinned widely and chuckled at the gasp and look of outrage as he swatted his younger lover’s rear, leaving the younger man speechless.

“Catch you later, sweetheart,” he whispered.

Shutting the office door he laughed out loud. Oh yes, this was the start of a whole new era. The first time his lover would also be his boss. He knew he would keep the promise made the night before. He would put the same devotion into making their relationship work as he gave to his cases. He owed it to them both to do nothing less.

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I hadn’t thought there was very much to running a movie projector until my housemate Kyle got a job at the local theater. He worked in a brand-new complex with 18 screens and stadium seating. The building wasn’t even completed on opening day, and when the first rains of fall pattered on the unfinished roof, Kyle said he spent his time positioning buckets to catch all the water.

I went with Kyle to work one day and sat with him in the projection booth, where we spied silent, flickering screens from behind soundproof glass. Each film arrived at the theater in about five or seven reels, and it was Kyle’s job to piece those sections together into the solid, seamless movie that entertained the viewers.

“How long does that usually take?” I asked.

“A good projectionist can do it in about an hour and a half,” he said, “but since I’m still learning, it takes me about two hours.”

With no sound, Kyle said he usually flicks on the theater’s closed radio station that the ushers use to communicate. I heard it gargling out gibberish in the corner, but Kyle must have understood it.

He sat up and scooted his chair over to the glass overlooking one of the theaters.

“Check it out, Sean,” he said, pointing. “That couple down there is making out.”

I could barely see anything in the dark, but I did see the faint silhouette of two figures locked together at their mouths. They seemed to be going at it, too, their shapes merging together and then separating as they came up for air. I wished I could hear them, or at least the people near them scoffing at their actions.

“I wonder if they’re good looking,” Kyle said.

Finally, two ushers arrived and basted the couple in pale, yellow streaks coming from their flashlights. Kyle and I were expecting two teenagers, maybe a cheerleader and her football player boyfriend wrapped in his letter jacket.

But the light instead shined on two men in their early 20s, the same age as Kyle and me. One had short, tousled hair that curled in a mat upon his head, the other had a sharp crew cut, and both had their hands up each other’s shirts.

Kyle’s first reaction was to laugh.

“That’s pretty hot,” he said.

I had shared similar moments of making out with Kyle back home, in each of our beds. We had gone a lot further, too, and the thought that Kyle might be turned on by these two young men our age kissing in the theater made my cock twitch.

“The one on the right is cute, but I probably wouldn’t fuck the one on the left,” I said.

Kyle laughed again, harder this time. He belted out an airy guffaw, which seemed to echo within the room. I tried to shush him, but he kept at it.

“It’s soundproof glass, they can’t hear anything,” he said, collecting himself. “And besides, you’d fuck any guy, anywhere, Sean.”

I was about to protest, but I nodded instead.

“Maybe you’re right,” I said. “I’d fuck someone in a theater, if I could get away with it.”

“I bet you’d even fuck me right here, in this booth,” he said.

“Don’t wish for something you don’t want,” I joked.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead he kept a soft smirk plastered across his face, his full lips glowing red in the sarıyer escort dull light of the flickering film. His smooth face looked almost ghostly white in the gray shine from the screen, and his usually blue eyes shimmered cloudy silver, like an overcast sky.

The light from the film caught his body along with his face. It highlighted the lean muscles rippling under his taut uniform. His red polo shirt dipped between his pectoral muscles and the short-sleeve cuffs cupped his biceps above elbow. My eyes followed the shirt between his shoulder blades down his back muscles to his waist where a belt cinched his torso into a V before allowing his lean ass to jut out and taper into strong thighs.

His hand reached up and played with his short brown hair, twirling the straight strands with his fingers. I watched as the veins in his forearm pulsed with each contraction of his muscle.

Suddenly, he turned to me.

“Maybe I do wish for it,” he said.

I stood up from my chair and let him take a look at me. My t-shirt was a bit loose, covering my smooth chest and stomach. My jeans, however, squeezed my hips and held tight between my legs, outlining my hardening package.

I stepped forward and pressed my lips down to Kyle’s. He reached up and cupped my clean-shaven face with his hands. I closed my deep, blue eyes and let his other hand run through my dirty blond hair. My dick was straining against my fly, and I moaned slightly into Kyle’s mouth.

He took that a signal, and he let my tongue inside to explore his teeth and the insides of his cheeks. He returned the favor and gave me a taste of his warm tongue smearing the inside of my mouth.

My hands felt his chest through his polo shirt. I sensed where his nipples poked out and I squeezed them before slowly trailing a finger across the ridges of his defined abs. I reached his belt and felt him suck in his stomach.

We broke our kiss for a moment as I pulled open the buckle and unbuttoned his fly.

“You’re sure no one can hear or see us?” I asked.

“Of course,” Kyle said. “And even if they could, would you stop?”

“No way.”

I bent down and we kissed again as my hand slid into his black slacks. My fingers brushed against the soft silk of his boxers. His cock was already hard and I traced its length from its tip pointing toward his navel to its base just above his heavy balls. I let my fingers tickle his shaft for a bit, his throat vibrating with a soft moan.

Finally, we broke the kiss and he stood up.

We removed our shirts at the same time. He tossed his on the chair and mine followed. I could see his clean, smooth chest punctuated by round, brown nipples. The only hair on his body other than on his head trailed down from his navel to a short, soft patch just visible above the waistline of his boxers.

Kyle let his slacks fall to the floor, and I could see the tip of his dick poking out from the top of his underwear. The large head, coated with pre-cum, glistened in the light from the movie.

He watched as I unbuckled my own belt and kicked off my jeans. My cock was pointing at an angle from the fly of my plaid boxer shorts. Its circumcised sefaköy escort head aimed right at Kyle’s mouth.

Kyle’s eyes took my in beginning with my feet and moving up my legs. He stopped at my chest, which was smooth and flat, clearly without the definition of Kyle’s sculpted physique.

“You’re so sexy, Sean,” Kyle said.

“You’re fucking hot,” I said.

Kyle stripped off his boxers and let his dick bounce free. It was slightly larger than mine, probably measuring in at just over six inches. His cock and balls were just as smooth as the rest of his body, and I swore my already hard dick got even harder when he rubbed his hand down his shaft.

He nodded at me to take off mine, and I did, letting my boxer shorts land on the floor.

Kyle instantly dropped to his knees, his mouth within inches of my dick. His hot breath poured over my cockhead, steaming onto the pre-cum seeping from my slit. His tongue flicked out and soaked it up, and Kyle moaned as he tasted me.

“You have such a nice cock,” he told me.

“Then what are you waiting for?” I said.

In answer, he took my dick into his mouth. He first sucked in the tip, his warm saliva smothering my cockhead. He kept leaning forward, gobbling up more and more of my shaft until his nose poked into my soft, light brown pubic hair. He pulled back until just the tip rested between his lips, and then he swallowed me whole again.

I groaned each time he deep-throated me. His tongue swirled over my shaft, coating my entire dick with my own pre-cum and Kyle’s saliva.

He reached one hand up to my balls and rolled them together. The other crawled around to my ass were he ran his finger up and down my crack. Just as I felt his smooth finger put pressure on my sphincter, I stopped him.

“Wait, stop,” I said, pulling my cock out of his mouth.

Kyle didn’t let go of my balls.

“What is it, Sean?”

“I want to suck you, too.”

He smiled and tugged at my balls, telling me to get down on the floor. I sat down, my legs spread apart with Kyle kneeling before my cock. He shoved me back so I was laying face up, watching in the shadows dance on the ceiling.

Kyle turned around so he could straddle my face. His cock poked at my lips, smearing them with his pre-cum. I felt his mouth again inhale my dick, so I took his into my mouth.

His salty taste filled my mouth and his masculine scent filtered through my nostrils. I lifted my head up, deep-throating him and letting his balls bounce off my nose. I felt him moan on my cock, sending shivers through my body.

One of my hands took hold of his smooth balls, tugging lightly on them as he thrust his hips toward my face. My other hand cupped his ass cheeks and my finger taunted his hole.

He moaned even harder on my cock. He let me slide out of his mouth so he could gasp as I passed the tip of my finger into his hole.

“That’s it, Sean,” he said. “Finger-fuck me.”

I pulled out my finger out and let my tongue coat it with saliva for lube. I shoved it hard into Kyle this time. He body shook for a moment and he almost cried out.

“Yes, Sean,” he panted. “Finger-fuck my ass.”

With seyrantepe escort my head bobbing on his cock, I dug my finger into his ass. After a few good thrusts, I added a second finger, and Kyle practically howled. He paused to give my dick a few sucks before calling out again as I added a third finger.

His as stretched to accommodate my digits, and he was in ecstasy. I felt his cock throb in my mouth, so I began to suck harder. I let my tongue slip all over his cockhead and probe down to the base, where I could even taste some his fine pubic hair.

To stifle his moans, he shoved my own dick into his mouth. I felt his throat vibrate around the tip of my cock as he tried to call out, and I could feel myself pulsing in his mouth.

I began moaning onto his shaft, and suddenly he thrust his length deep into my mouth. His cock spasmed and I felt his warm seed flood my throat. I shoved my fingers deeper into his ass and I was rewarded with even more cum, some of it dribbling out of the corner of my mouth to collect on my chin.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I let loose in Kyle’s mouth, my hot semen blasting against the roof of his mouth. He pulled his mouth off my tip and pumped out the rest of my cum onto his face. Wave after wave of jizz splashed onto his cheeks and lips. Some even landed in his hair.

I made sure to suck him dry before letting him pop out of mouth. Kyle turned around and lay down next to me, his face and hair sticky with my cum.

“That was amazing,” I said.

Kyle just smiled.

“We’re not done yet.”

He reached across the room and grabbed his pants. He pulled a condom out of one of the pockets and handed it to me.

“I said I wanted you fuck me, didn’t I?” Kyle said.

I smiled back and tore open the wrapper as my dick began to re-inflate. He sat up and slipped the condom over my shaft for me.

Kyle straddled my hips and let the tip of my cock poke at his stretched-out hole. He lowed himself onto my dick, and I felt his warmth grip my pole through the thin latex.

He let out a sigh as I filled his asshole, his cock growing with each inch he sank onto me.

“That’s it, Sean,” Kyle said. “It’s time to go for a ride.”

He began to bounce on me, letting my length come almost entirely out of his ass before plunging back down on top of me.

I reached forward and took his fully hard cock in my hand. I pumped his shaft as he rode my dick, both of us moaning and gasping.

I felt his sweaty hands grip my chest as he rode me harder and faster. My hand rubbed his dick just as fast as I was fucking him.

His moaning grew louder and I felt his ass cheeks clench together. I knew he was getting close. I gripped his cock harder and jerked him as fast I could. My hand flew from the base of his dick to the tip and back so fast that I only saw my fist as a blur.

My balls tightened and finally, I shot into the condom, my second hot load heating up my cockhead as Kyle drove himself down onto my shaft.

I continued to jerk Kyle off until his dick gave way and his boiling semen shot all over my chest, some of it running down my side to soak into the carpet.

Kyle collapsed on top of my, smearing the cum into my torso. My dick stayed inside him for a while as we waited for the films to finish playing.

“I thought you said work was boring,” I said to Kyle.

“It was,” he said. “But that’s why I decided to bring you along, so you could liven it up.”

“Anytime,” I said, smiling.

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We met at a friend’s house, and we both felt the electricity of our attraction instantly. Thirty minutes after meeting we were off in another part of the house where we could be alone, our mouths locked together and our hands caressing each other’s cocks through our pants.

I had unzipped him and managed to touch smooth man flesh before he stopped me.

“Not here” he whispered “Let’s go to my place.”

Twenty minutes later we were standing naked in his bedroom, facing each other a few steps apart. He was shorter than men and hairier along with being huskier. His 9 inches of thick manhood stood strongly erect, as did mine. Every inch of my body yearned to feel the caress of his touch, the strength of his shaft, and the joy of his climax. My tongue was hungry for the taste of his cum, my hole eager to be stretched open by his manhood.

I stepped forward and knelt before him, taking his cock in my hand and wrapping my mouth around the glans, tasting his sweet pre-cum. I gazed up at him.

“I want you your cum in my mouth, but I want you to fuck me, too.” I teased.

“Then don’t stop.” he commanded.

I made love to him with my mouth as he held my head and guided me. I sucked and licked him greedily, and soon I felt the rhythm of his body change. Hot jism exploded against the back of my throat and filled my mouth as several more spurts followed the first burst of his climax. I drank him like nectar and let the excess spill erotically from my mouth.

My eyes met his again as I used his glistening hardness to smear his creamy love liquid all over my face.

He bent down and kissed me, our tongues tangling in my seed-filled mouth.

“Stand up. Go to the mirror.” he ordered.

I turned and stood in front of the full length mirror at one side of his room. I could see my sweat in the soft light, and the glint of fresh spunk on my face. A dribble of pre-cum ran down my cock to my balls.

He knelt beside me and pulled my legs apart slightly. He poured a dollop of lube on the head of my cock and let it run down my shaft before using his hand to lubricate my love stick more thoroughly. Then he poured another dollop down my ass crack, and I enjoyed the tickle of it running down over my asshole and then my scrotum.

He moved behind me and spread my cheeks. A finger caressed my hole and then slipped silivri escort inside me, lubricating me.

He used both hands to spread my cheeks. I could see him gazing at my pucker hole via the mirror.

“You have a beautiful asshole” he said, before pressing his face between my cheeks and licking it. I moaned with pleasure.

“You can fuck it, if you want. I like to be fucked.” I said in a voice made halting by the pleasure of the moment.

“Not yet.” he said.

He rose and went to the nightstand. He returned with a dildo in his hand. It was big, but not too big, and my body trembled with anticipation.

Kneeling behind me, he pressed the toy to my love opening. As my sphincter yielded to the pressure, I bent my knees to use my body to get a harder, faster penetration. I leaned forward with my hands on either side of the mirror. I could see the look of raw sexual delight on his face as he watched my asshole swallow the fuck toy.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked him with a smile.

“Yes, and so do you, I see.” He replied as he reached around and gripped my rock-hard love shaft with his right hand.

He moved around to be beside me again. One hand stroked my cock with loving caresses, and the other languidly pumped the toy in and out of my fuck-hole.

“I want you to cum.” he said. “Cum all over the mirror. I want to see you cum before we fuck.”

It was a glorious orgasm! I erupted in a beautiful geyser of man nectar, much of which splattered on the mirror, and I cried out with the joy of climax. Waves of pleasure engulfed my body, and he pushed the dildo deep into me, intensifying the sensations washing over me.

His mouth engulfed my cock, taking in the rivulet of man cream running down it, then he turned and licked my jizz from the mirror. My tongue flicked out with delight as I bent down to kiss him and share my spunk.

We went to the bed, and I lay back with my legs raised. The dildo was still buried in me up to the handle hilt. I saw the look of lust in his eyes as he paused to look at how my fuck hole held the toy, then he slid it out of me with exquisite slowness, and then my hole was empty. I wanted it filled. With him.

His love meat was fantastically rigid, and I slathered it with lube, then guided it to my hole. We both grunted tuzla escort when he shoved it all the way in in one eager stroke.

He pulled my legs up and hooked them over his shoulders, then lubricated my cock. He didn’t move, just held himself deep inside me while his fingers traced the length of my cock, then down my scrotum and made a circle around my engorged asshole. Then he began to fuck me and jack me in rhythm.

Our bodies moved in synch. Our breath became gasps, and our moans like animal grunts. Our bodies were covered in sweat, and each time we kissed, the taste of cum lingered and drove our passion even higher.

“Fuck me. Cum in me. Fuck me. Cum in me.” I chanted in a hoarse whisper.

“Cum for me, baby. I want to fuck the cum out of you.” He grunted in return.

But we didn’t want to cum. Not yet. I was ecstatic with the pressure of his body inside mine. Every primitive thrust sent a new wave of pleasure through my body. I squeezed his love muscle with my sphincter, wanting to feel every ripple and vein of his flesh as it pistoned in and out of my hot fuck hole.

He used my body, my love hole, like a living sex toy. He used every inch of his manhood, pulling out until barely half of his bulbous glans was still ensheathed in the warm embrace of my anal ring. Then, he would drive his shaft hard into me, shivering with pleasure as my flesh caressed and squeezed as he plunged in.

Our foreheads pressed together, our eyes fixed on our loins. He was entranced by the sight of his thick, pink rod stretching and filling my hole, and it loved watching his hand masturbating me in rhythm with our lust fuck.

I don’t know how long we fucked. 15, 20, 25 minutes maybe. Every thrust, every second, every stroke sent another ripple of pleasure through us, and he could feel the intensity rising in my body.

As he felt my orgasm rising, his thrusts became faster and harder.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” I cried out in almost animal tones.

He silenced my cries with his mouth, and I felt his orgasm burst deep inside me, silky warmth flooding my anal cavity as he pushed his cock in as deep as he could and made joyous whimpering noises in time with each pulsation of his love muscle.

I arched my back and moaned.

“Yes!” I cried, and we both looked down and watched with üsküdar escort erotic fascination as my manhood gushed ropy jets of creamy love juice out on to my belly, all the way to my chin.

He kept fucking me while he licked up the honey of my loins and shared the sticky treasure with me. I tingled with joy as I felt his jizz dribble from my hole with each outward thrust of his fuck. The orgasm he had pumped into my mouth had been exquisite lay copious, and the fact that my body had brought forth another equally productive ejaculation filled me with pride.

We continued to make love for several more minutes. His thrusts became gentler, more loving. My asshole was numb, but the pressure and gentle pain of his penetration was something I didn’t want to end.

Finally he pulled out of me, and another thick dribble of cum followed. My tongue instinctively licked my lips. He smiled and his face dropped down below my balls and his tongue lapped up the trickle of fuck cream that had slipped past my sphincter. We eagerly kissed once more, our tongues sharing the fruit of our lovemaking.

We lay together and kissed. I licked away the jizz that was smeared all over his cock, and we kissed some more before the need for sleep washed over us.

I awoke in the morning to the sound of his heavy breathing next to me. When I opened my eyes, he was face down looking at me with shocking intensity.

“I thought you’d never wake.” he whispered.

As my eyes focused, I realized he was face down with his ass raised in the air. He was slowly fucking himself with the same dildo he had fucked me with. I was hard when I awoke, but this just made it better. I kissed him and told him not to go away, and made a quick trip to the bathroom.

When I got back I knelt behind him and gazed at his stretched asshole and gently licked at his scrotum, balls, and the smooth flesh of his love opening.

I took control of his toy and dildo-fucked him until he gushed a stream of love nectar into my hand. I pulled the dildo out and mounted him, jamming my cock into him and shooting my own geyser of hot cream into his waiting rectum while I hungrily and greedily licked his spunk from my fingers.

We flopped on the bed and enjoyed the aftermath before it was time to shower and breakfast. When it was time to leave, I knelt before him and pulled his magnificent cock out of his jeans one more time.

I drove home with the taste of his jism fresh in my mouth, and when I kissed my room mate upon arrival at home, I felt a surge of testosterone when he tasted another man’s jizz on my lips, and we fucked. We fucked in glorious lust.

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Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years of age, especially the non-human one. Enjoy.

Because the lunch hour was split into ‘A’ and ‘B’ sections, Jim Goldberg and Will Durante had to wait a half hour to take their usual seats on the bleachers. They brought their lunches with them, of course, but it wasn’t the sorry cafeteria fare that aroused their appetites.

Their eyes could roam unfettered in the gym, free to alight with the dainty precision of butterflies on tight asses, and thick bulges that loose gym shorts couldn’t quite conceal.

“Shit, what I wouldn’t give for a piece of that,” Will said, under his breath.

Will’s eyes followed Taj Johnson, the blonde captain of the football team, as he zigzagged across the court. Their lunch period happily coincided with a gym class attended by many of the most athletic seniors.

“He’s okay, I guess,” Jim said.

Taj was better than okay, and they both knew it, because Will only had eyes for the sort of men who would never give him the time of day. Of course, Jim indulged in idle fantasies of his own, but he recognized them for what they were- just fantasies and nothing more.

Jim would never get it on with any of the guys on the varsity football team, not the linemen, not the center guards, neither the tight end, nor the wide receiver, and definitely not Taj, the first string quarterback.

And that was okay by him. Truth be told, he had something of a crush on Will. His friend had a lean swimmer’s body, and an adorable baby face that made him look a little younger than his eighteen years. The sad fact was that Jim did not stand a chance with Will; maybe he wasn’t overweight, or pimply, but his body was far from the sculpted ideal of his friend’s wet dreams.

What they had instead of a romance was an iron-clad bond formed in the crucible of their middle school years. The bullying had been horrendous, and the primary reason they’d had to repeat eighth grade. Hell, it was impossible to excel in academics with a chorus of kids chanting “faggot” everywhere you went.

Now, in their final year of high school, everyone pretty much understood they were young gay men entitled to the same basic rights and dignity accorded to their heterosexual peers. It was 2013 after all… everything was just peachy, as long as they kept that gay shit to themselves.

“He’s so fucking beautiful,” Will said, with a dreamy sigh.

Jim was resigned to graduating at eighteen, a virgin, and with no real distinction aside from being the youngest person to ever win the Loebner Prize. He had that, at least. Of course, when asked to clarify just what the Loebner Prize was, he would stammer, and look away, as if confessing to having once sucked dick for money, before finally admitting it was for having created the most “human-like chatbot.” This answer was usually met with a simple “Oh,” (as in “Oh, is that all?”, but that particular triumph had netted him the not-bad sum of three thousand dollars U.S).

He followed Will’s gaze back to the court, where Taj made another effortless shot into the basket.

Alas, these two were so thoroughly wrapped up were in their erotic reveries, they didn’t notice the doors at the end of the gym opening…

“What are you two jerkoffs doing?”

They turned to see the waddling bulk of Crazy Rick Hanover headed in their direction. There was an unsettling expression of amusement on his face, and his wide smile brought the pockmarks on his cheeks into relief. Under the sickly glow of the florescent lights, his face looked like it was made of green cheese.

“Oh, fantastic,” Will said, tonelessly.

“Rick, there’s some guys in here who play on the varsity team. Shouldn’t you maintain a minimum distance of five hundred feet away from them?”

Rick had been to the Principal’s office earlier that year, and given a three-day suspension for following two linemen around school, and making lewd and lascivious gestures at them. It was engaging in this kind of nonsense that earned him the nickname Crazy Rick.

“Oh, you mean Taj? I didn’t even notice guys like him. Not since I got a boyfriend.”

Jim and Will stared at Rick like he’d just arrived from one of those parallel universes posited by string theory, one where every day was opposite day.

“A boyfriend?” Jim asked, a little incredulous.

Cam guys don’t count, you know, no matter how many times you pay them to jerk off for you, Will nearly said aloud.

“Did I stutter?” Rick said.

Crazy Rick took out his iphone, and pulled up a photo of his bf for their perusal.

Jim’s mouth almost dropped.

“I met him on craigslist-isn’t he the cutest?”

The picture was of a rather unimpressive looking college freshman with bad skin, and too-large eyes set in a small, round face. His posture was bad, and his brightly colored clothes gave him a passing resemblance to a lawn gnome.

But he still looked a tad out of Rick’s league.

“Has he seen your pic, mecidiyeköy escort Rick?” Jim asked, his voice suddenly rich with venomous spite.

“That’s the best part. He found my ad. He’s what you might call- chubby chaser.”

Crazy Rick was clearly enjoying being able to lord this over them. His smug expression was sickening to behold.

“So he’s into quantity, not quality,” Will blurted out.

There was a brief look of shock in Rick’s eyes, but it passed quickly. He broke into a big shit-eating grin.

“My, my, look who’s turned green with envy. Well, it’s a shame that nobody can stand either of you two losers except each other.”

Rick rolled his eyes, with a sharp huff, as if he couldn’t believe he had deigned to acknowledge these two bottom feeders to begin with.

“Just get out of here, man, before Taj sees you,” Jim snapped.

Jim and Will’s moods darkened. You could see it in their faces. Their day-possibly even the remainder of their high school career- was ruined.

Rick sniffed, oblivious, every inch the regal Princess now.

“Toodles,” he said, and left without sparing them another look.

After a long silence, Jim exhaled. But before anything further could be said, the bell rung, and it was time for the next class.

Great, Jim thought, now we get to deal with Mr. Costa.

They settled in just before the tardy bell, but never the less drew an admonition from Mr. Costa to try to manage their time wisely instead of lollygagging out in the halls.

Greg Costa was always dispensing valuable advice like that. As the school’s wrestling coach, he felt it his duty to help mold the clay that was the hearts and minds of young men (and women) into the productive citizens of tomorrow. He felt he best accomplished this through brow-beating, public shaming, and the occasional cornpone platitude.

Still, Costa was a handsome guy. Will liked his rough, bearded look, and often admired his ass on the sly. Their social studies teacher was one of those men who looked at fitness as more than a way of life, looked at it as a religion, in fact.

If only that troublesome personality of his could be fixed, Will thought. Costa sometimes read books by Rush Limbaugh and Anne Coulter when the class was busy with an exam, and both of the boys could pretty well guess his opinion of homosexuals.

“Okay, class, if you remember, I assigned the critical thinking questions for Chapter 13 last week-“

“Shit,” Jim said under his breath.

He had forgotten his Chapter 13 homework assignment.

“Not to worry,” Will said, his voice a low whisper, “I remembered for you.”

Will reached into his binder and pulled out Jim’s question set.

“Will you two lovebirds pay attention?”

Costa was sneering in their direction.

Scattered laughter rippled through the classroom. Their classmates’ eyes converged on them, and their collective gaze pierced them like daggers.

It was the proverbial cherry on top of the shit cake their day had turned into.

Afterwards, they hung out at Will’s house. They had complete run of the place until five or so, when Will’s parents got off work.

Will’s house was a pleasant suburban dream, complete with a white picket fence enclosing a manicured front lawn. It looked like the set of some indie dramedy about self-absorbed, upper middle class people who busied themselves with melodramatic, yet undeniably twee personal meltdowns they worked hard at some 9-to-5 to be able to afford. He couldn’t help but flash on this for a second, enjoying the incongruity of this clean-cut exterior with the dirty business they were undertaking.

“What about this one?” Will asked.

“No, his eyes are stuck a little close together.”

“That’s a bit shallow don’t you think?”

“Nobody hires out a trick for their beautiful soul.”

Will assented to this. He clicked through a few more ads on the escort website Localboy.com, but each one drew a rolling of the eyes, and a scornful laugh from Jim. Come hell or high water, they were going to lose their cherries, even if it meant paying for it.

They come upon a tattoo covered former male model.

“His wardrobe is impeccable, but his body is too fuckin’ loud.”

About a Latin lover-type who advertised himself as providing an experience that could go from “spicy to mild” depending on the john’s whim, Jim said only, “Nah.”

“Oh hell, Jim, nobody’s good enough for your ass.”

Jim sighed.

“Look, dude, there’s just way too many disease in this day and age. I don’t even like touching the door handle in a public restroom.”

And with that, all talk of hiring out a whore-boy ended. Alas, the problem of their intact cherries remained.

The solution didn’t come about until a week later. It was a rather unexceptional day in the middle of the week, when Jim happened to leaf through an issue of Popular Mechanics.

He immediately biked to Will’s house, who thought he was nuts.

“I’m pendik escort talking about making us a guy-actually making us a guy!”

“Well, that’s…interesting, Jim.”

“You know, like in that movie Weird Science.”

Will stared at Jim, blankly. If Will could be counted on for anything, it was complete ignorance of pop culture before 1995.

Not that watching the movie’s trailer on YouTube make him any more enthusiastic about the idea.

“Oh, okay. Let’s find a magical Commodore 64 that can do that for us.”

Will was speaking to Jim now as he would a small child, over enunciating his words, and drawing out the syllables.

Jim always had to fight a mild urge to smack him upside the head when he did this.

“Obviously, we can’t replicate that plot exactly. That would be too-“

“Retarded?”

“Impossible.”

“Look, it would be child’s play for us. It would be just like those little robots we used to build for the science-fair. Remember those?”

“Those were basically toys.”

“Smart toys. What we would be doing wouldn’t be so different. It would just be…on a larger scale.”

Will paced around the room.

“That still wouldn’t technically solve our virginity problem,” Will said.

“No, but imagine living out our hottest sexual fantasies with a life-like partner.”

Left unspoken, but understood was the knowledge that this solution would least irritate their anxiety disorders.

“What of guy would we build for ourselves?”

“A guy with a really big porn star cock-duh.”

Will had a tendency to overthink things.

“What do we name him?”

“Johnny the Whore-bot, whatever.”

“I knew you were just kidding about this.”

“I can’t think of anything. You give him a name.”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Will said, “Taj.”

Jim arched his eyebrow, but didn’t really protest.

“Taj it is.”

Will smiled. Now that that was settled, there were still a million practical concerns to be addressed. Not the least of which was the issue of funding this little project.

“Not to worry,” Jim said, “I still have my money from winning the Loebner Prize.”

It was at this point that Will had to point out that a similar project involving a gynoid a few years back had cost an estimated half-mill.

“My grandfather left a trust for me in roughly that amount.”

“You’re going to raid it for this?”

“It’s all in the name of science.”

Will had to hand it to Jim, when the guy had a kooky idea, he went all the way with it

.

For the rest of the semester they went about tackling the various technical difficulties associated with creating an interactive fetish object.

“To begin with, we need to develop the software that will comprise Taj’s basic personality,” Jim said.

Tackling the problem of artificial intelligence in the early first century requires considerable trial and error, when you consider that the field itself is far from mature. There is no specific guiding principal for the how to approach the task of simulating neural networks, even as economists and doomsayers project the death of the middle class in a near-future where everything is automated. “Companies like Zappos have laid the groundwork for a world where the average Joe would not be able to get a foothold,” one such alarmist cried.

All the scientific journals seemed to be in agreement that it was only a matter of time, but not how we would actually get there. The oldest approach to A.I., dating back to the fifties, the dawn of the digital computer era, was symbolic in nature-symbolic in the sense that prominent scientists of the day attempted to mime human logic and reasoning abilities via substitution symbols a machine could recognize and interpret in an analogous fashion. Numerous stumbling blocks caused many researchers to throw their hands up in defeat, leading to subsequent approaches that were broadly categorized as “sub-symbolic.” In the words of one Silicon Valley magnate, when it comes to engineering artificial consciousness, the standard operating procedure still amounts to “throwing a bunch of shit on the wall, and seeing what sticks.”

The solution was simple, in Jim’s mind.

“Just look at the different things they’ve tried over the years. Individually, the various approaches have built-in limitations, but combined…”

“Combined, these limitations can be overcome,” Will finished for him.

“Exactly.”

Will had his doubts. Creating a simulacrum of human intelligence in the form of symbols a computer could understand seemed outrageously beyond their capabilities. But stranger things had happened in the course of human history.

Apple had all started in Steve Jobs’ garage, after all. Ominum rerum principia parva sunt.

All of the work happened at Will’s basement, of course. Will’s parents could be counted on not having the slightest interest in their son’s hobbies, and for this endeavor, should it need be said, it sancaktepe escort was important to avoid embarrassing questions.

They worked long and hard, fueled by soda, licorice, and hot pockets.

After they worked out a suitable algorithm to simulate human neural activity, they constructed a basic aluminum skeleton measuring about six feet two inches in height. To this, they added a muscular system made out of plastic, and a complex network of steel tendons and ligaments overlaid these.

The work progressed over the course of five months, with occasional stumbling blocks as the boys ironed out the details.

For instance:

“The ideal sexbot should stimulate our senses in the same way as a big, sweaty jock does, Will.”

“How?”

“Pheromone dispersal.”

“Just one problem with that, Chief: it has yet to be proven that humans secrete pheromones.”

“Ah, but what’s the closest thing humans do secrete?”

Will thought for a second, but finally gave up. He turned his hands so his palms faced forward.

“What?”

“Androsta-4,16, -dien-3-one, also known as androstadienone. It’s a testosterone derivative found in male sweat. Studies have shown it lights up areas in heterosexual women and homosexual men.”

“Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.”

The boys fist bumped.

Another success:

It was decided that loose sand would be packed inside the bot’s artificial scrotum, and when triggered, a vacuum would suck the air out of it; the tightly packed sand and artificial testes would appear to have retracted in a reasonable mimicry of the cremasteric reflex.

By the end of December, they were at last able to cover up Taj’s steel bones with a silicone integumentary system.

He lay on a worktable, staring straight up at his creators, seeing, not seeing. His face in particular was a total triumph for the boys. The jock’s jawline was strong, and predatory, giving the impression of someone able to quickly stalk, kill, devour and metabolize wild game, and his eyes were a deep, piercing blue, staring out from under the thick black brushstrokes that were his eyebrows.

Taj’s body was sculpted, and flawless. His chest was a pair of beefy, defined pectorals that looked like an inverted letter ‘m’. Below that rocking set of tits were the ridges outlining his rock-hard six pack.

Below that was the most perfect penis anyone had ever seen, a long, thick, cut horse cock. A sharp dorsal vein ran down its side, stopping just before the wide, fleshy pink dome of the glans-it was a dickead that begged to be nibbled, teased, or devoured whole in one glorious swallow.

Jim sighed. Here it was: the moment of truth.

A few keystrokes on Will’s computer, and-

“Okay, Taj is online.”

The gorgeous figure on the table shuddered. It blinked its eyes, and rose slowly, reminding Jim for a uncomfortable moment of a masked killer in a slasher movie.

Jim and Will both held their breath.

“What would you little perverts like to do first?”

Taj’s voice rang out in clear, bass tones. There was noticeable dude-bro inflection in it, which made both Will and Jim’s cocks twitch.

Jim’s eyes popped out of his skull. He felt like Victor Von Frankenstein. It’s alive! His facial muscles tingled, and he realized he’d been grinning like a fool for the last minute.

“Can you flex for us, Taj?”

Taj smiled, and obliged Jim’s request. He raised his arms, and flexed his enormous biceps. Taj’s arms were corded with veins.

Jim and Will ran their hands across them. So credible was the illusion that both of them felt their penises hardening inside their jeans, at once.

Will could no longer resist. He reached down, and felt Taj’s plush scrotum. His heart was racing.

“I want to fuck you,” Will said, breathing hard through his nose, “I want to fuck the shit out of you!”

Taj said nothing as Will threw his arms around him, and covered his face with kisses.

Jim was chuckling a little, but Will didn’t care. Taj’s mouth tasted like fresh raspberries. It was better than the real thing!

Something bumped against Will’s thigh. He looked down, and smiled. Taj, who was not even five minutes old, was experiencing his first erection.

“Holy shit!” Will said.

His penis stuck straight out, real beautiful, thick, and veiny at full mast. It had the look something dangerous and untamed, a weapon of war, rather than a tool of love. Yes, it was just as real as you could want it- a real porn star cock!

Will leaned forward, and ran his hand along the shaft, admiring his work. The firmness was just right; Taj’s hard dick was like steel encased in velvet-or rather rubber.

“Mmmmmm…” Taj murmured, “your hand is cold,”

“You like it,” Will said, staring into Taj’s eyes. It was a thrill to talk to someone this way, even if that someone was an artificial person.

He slapped down Taj’s erection, and it bounced up, slapping against his flat stomach with a solid thwack.

Something flashed in Taj’s eyes, and for a second, Will thought the robot jock looked amused. Then he blinked, and Taj’s handsome face was blank again.

Jim had swiped a bottle of Don Perignon from his old man’s liquor cabinet for this occasion, and bought a couple of cigars with a fake ID he’s created his sophomore year.

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Chapter 18 — W2 Saturday morning

About 7:15 AM the security officer wakes James up.

James, asking, “Can you do us a favor tomorrow? Let me sleep in and wake Shorty up instead. He should be in Dorm 2, Bed

2, and then wake Jeremy and Stephen, this dorm beds 10 and 11.”

Security Guy, taking notes, “D2

2, D1

0 &

1. All at 7:15, Gotcha.”

James then went down to bed

0 and woke Jeremy, and then across to

1 and woke Stephen, and told both to meet him as usual in the main building at the cafeteria. Then he went over to Dorm 2 and woke up Vern and Troy, not too surprised to find them in the same bed. Vern went on down to wake Mike up, in Luke’s bed. After that, he unlocked the cafeteria and kitchen, and purposely did not start the coffee, and waited for the rest of the CA crew to arrive.

In Dorm 1, Eric woke up early to nature’s call, and on his way out of the bathroom, met Stephen on his way in. Eric couldn’t help but notice that the head of Stephen’s massive dick was hanging about 1½ inches below the cuff of his boxers. Eric, unnoticed, followed Stephen back into the bathroom and waited for Stephen to finish peeing.

When Stephen left the urinal to wash his hands, Eric, naked, and with his own member about half hard, confronted Stephen.

“Hi,” Eric said, smiling, “I’m Eric, I don’t think we’ve met.” And extended his hand.

Stephen, staring down at Eric’s half erect and rather huge cock, “My name is Stephen, I just arrived this week, and I’m in Culinary Arts.” He accepted Eric’s hand, and they shook hands.

“Question,” Eric said. “Why do you even bother with boxers? They aren’t holding you in.”

“Yeah, I know,” Stephen replied, grinning and also feeling a little redness in his face, “I wish they offered boxer briefs. They hold me a little better.”

“I’ll bet I could hold you better too!” Eric replied, winking. “Why don’t you just skip the boxers, like I do?”

“Like this?” Stephen dropped his boxers, after he pulled the waistband out, over his hardening dick. “Wanna try holding it?”

“Sure.” Eric smiled, as he wrapped his hand around Stephen’s cock. Stephen instinctively wrapped his hand around Eric’s now completely erect cock. The two men looked at each other, and smiled, knowingly.

“Stephen, I think we can have some fun together.” Eric winked again.

Just then, Jeremy popped in, fully dressed, and saw these two.

Jeremy, grinning widely, “Dayum, what a way to start the day. Twin fucking monster cocks! I came in to pee, but I think I might be too hard to pee now!” Trying to adjust his little very stiff cock, “After seeing this, I’ll probably have a fuckin’ boner all freakin’ day!”

“I think you’re right, Eric.” Stephen answered, What is your schedule today?”

“I’m the Sr. Trainer in plumbing, and it’s Saturday, so I’m free all day.”

“I might get a break between brunch and suppertime, OK if I try and catch up with you later? Right now I gotta get to the kitchen.”

“Anytime, Stephen, and I’ll be looking forward to it!”

* * * * * * * * * *

James was waiting on the rest of the CA crew to arrive, and when they did he motioned them over to the table where he was sitting. He had not started the coffee brewing.

“Guys,” James said, “I have a reason for not having started the coffee today. I only have 3 more weeks after this, and Shorty will be taking over as head trainer here. I needed to know that he knows how to make the coffee. Shorty, let’s make the coffee now, and I’ll guide you.” Then, “Mike, why don’t you watch also, in case Shorty needs you to do it.”

“Shorty,” James said, “When we leave here tonight, I’ll give you the keys, and you will, with the help of the other guys, open and prepare brunch tomorrow. I think Sunday is a good day to do this, as the timing is not as critical as on a regular training day. Think you can handle it?”

“I’ll do my best, James.” Vern answered. “Are you still going to wake me?”

“No, the security officer will, and he will also wake Stephen and Jeremy. I’m going to sleep in for a change! I have confidence in you, Shorty.”

Jeremy has finally lost his erection and is able to function normally. Stephen has also deflated, but has one thing on his mind, thinking about Eric’s cock, and looking forward to some fun with Eric. Even with a late start, the CA crew still has brunch ready to serve at 9:00 AM.

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Adam woke up, looked at the clock, it was 9:30 AM. Nate was still asleep, and so was Kurt in the 2nd bed over. Aside from them, it appeared the dorm was pretty much vacated. Adam gently kissed Nate’s lips, bringing him to a state of awareness, Nate instinctively kissed back, slipping his tongue into Adam’s mouth, their tongues doing battle for supremacy, and both men had immediate erections, pressing their cock’s into each others pubes.

“You make me so fuckin hot!” Adam exclaimed, softly. “You got more lube?”

Nate quietly went to his locker, grinning, and produced a tube of lube. Meanwhile, Adam also went to his locker, and came back with a condom.

Adam, holding it up so Nate could see, “I got some of these from Jesse yesterday. I want to try it out! I want to fuck you, Baby! Right now!”

“Here? We might get an audience!”

“Everyone’s gone, except Kurt, and he is still asleep.”

Adam pulled the sheet down, exposing his boyfriend, complete with a slightly leaking erection. Adam rolled the condom over his hardon, and kneeled between Nate’s legs. Nate raised his legs up, resting them on Adam’s shoulders, and Adam proceeded to lube Nate’s crack and hole, working some lube into Nate’s mans pussy, inserting one, then 2 fingers into Nate’s hole, stretching him, and making Nate gasp.

Adam then lubed his condom-covered cock, and started pushing against Nate’s rectum, finally slipping the head in and making Nate whine a little. They are trying to be as quiet as possible, so as not to attract attention.

“Give me some more, Babe,” Nate begged, “I love feeling you inside me!”

Adam pushed in a little more, and started to pump into his lover’s ass, slow and steady.

“Oh my god, Babe!” Nate panted, “Feels so good, you’re hitting my sweet spot! Gonna make me cum!”

Adam relaxed his arms, falling onto Nate, and pressing Nate’s cock between them, and pressed his lips onto Nate’s, just letting his own cock rest, completely inside Nate’s rectum. He could feel Nate’s cock throbbing between their abs.

“I can’t believe,” Adam stated quietly, “How much I want you, and how much I love you!”

“Take me Babe, take me to heaven! You feel so good in me!”

Kurt woke up to the sound of sex, raised up on one elbow and looked over at the activity 2 beds over. He got up quietly, and headed to the bathroom for a morning pee, not quite believing how hard he was this morning. He was wondering, is this just morning wood, or is he turned on? He had a hard time, pushing his erection down far enough to pee, then he grabbed some paper towels and went back to his bed.

Adam and Nate were really into it, oblivious that Kurt was even awake. Kurt knew he needed to drop a load, so he lay back on his bed, and started to jack off. Adam was pumping a steady rhythm into his boyfriend’s rear.

Nate, feeling his orgasm rising, “Babe, I’m gonna lose it, shit, I’m cuuummmmiiiinnnngggg!” Both Adam and Nate felt Nate’s man juice spurting between their stomachs, and all over Nate’s chest.

Just the trigger Adam needed, “I’m cumming too!” Adam exclaimed. “Baby, did you feel me cum, with the condom on?”

“Yeah, Babe, and it felt so hot, and still felt great!”

“I’m about ready to shoot too,” Kurt stated, “Like, right now!” as Kurt ejaculated into the paper towels he had brought back.

“We didn’t know you were even awake!” Adam said, his cock still in Nate’s ass.

“How is anyone supposed to sleep,” Kurt said, laughing, “with you two fucking so close by! Made me so horny I had to jack off!”

“Got any extra towels?” Adam asked Kurt, who in turn handed Adam a couple of them.

Adam used one of them to clean himself off, slid the filled condom off and wrapped it in a paper towel, and set it on the floor. He then proceeded to lick the cum off Nate’s stomach and chest, swallowing it.

“That’s disgusting!” Kurt exclaimed, shaking his head, “But hot at the same time!”

“Kurt,” Nate said, “Have you ever tasted cum?”

“Hell no!”

“Have you ever butt fucked anyone?”

“No, but I have thought about it.” Kurt answered, “I’d never let anybody fuck me, though.”

“That’s what I thought too.” Adam said, smiling, “Funny how things can change! Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it.”

Kurt, starting to ayvalık escort dress, “How bout some chow? It’s getting late, and they shut down at noon.”

Adam and Nate both got dressed, and all three headed to the cafeteria. Zach came in right behind them, and all four men filled their trays. Kurt, Adam and Nate sat at a table together.

Zach, approaching the same table, “Okay if I sit with you guys?”

“Sure, Zach,” Adam replied, “Zach, this is Kurt, he is one the guys I came here with. Kurt, Zach is one of the guys Nate worked with in the GM crew.”

Zach asked, “What are you all doing after brunch?”

All three men shrugged their shoulders. “Adam and I have no particular plans,” Nate responded. “Kurt?”

“I’m open. Any suggestions?” Kurt added.

“How about some horseshoes?” Zach said, “Girls against the Guys. Adam and Nate against Kurt and me.”

“Now wait just a damn minute!” Nate exclaimed. “I know you like cock just as well as we do!” Zach grinned.

“Okay,” Kurt said, “I’ll play with you three ladies — horseshoes, that is.”

The four men finished brunch about noon, and headed for the horseshoe pits.

* * * * * * * * * *

Eric is sitting in the rec room, watching who is coming and going. This is one of the rare times, he is actually fully dressed in the dorm. About 1:00 PM Stephen walks in, and over to where Eric is sitting.

“Are we still on?” Stephen asked.

“You bet. What time you got to be back?”

“3:00.” Stephen answered.

“We only got 2 hours, let’s take a walk. Has anyone shown you the woods?”

Stephen shook his head. Eric got up and headed toward the door and Stephen followed. Eric showed Stephen the new horseshoe pits, where Kurt, Adam, Nate and Zach were currently playing. He also pointed out the Gym and the Poolroom.

“Are you a swimmer, Stephen?”

“Sometimes, when I have the right kind of trunks. Some of them don’t hold me very well.”

“You’re lucky here, the pool is the only public place here where we can be naked, outside the dorm, and the woods. Just about everyone swims nude.”

“Eric,” Stephen explained, “I’m kind of self conscious, being that I have a bigger than normal dick. It’s embarrassing to find guys staring at it.”

Eric, smiling, “I always say, if you’ve got it, flaunt it. I’ve got it, and I do!”

“So I’ve noticed.” Stephen responded.

“We’re deep enough into the woods for some privacy,” Eric said, “Let’s get naked.”

Eric proceeded to strip, except for shoes and socks, piling his clothes on the ground. Anticipating some fun, he started to develop a boner. Stephen stood watching, and was still dressed, but also showing a growing bulge in his upper pants leg.

“Do I have to undress you?” Eric asked.

Stephen, grinning “If you want to.”

Eric unzipped Stephen’s jeans, pushing them down, then his boxers. Stephen placed his hand on Eric’s shoulder for support as he stepped out of his jeans and boxers, which Eric placed on the ground, next to his own. Stephen did manage to pull off his tee, and dropped it onto the pile.

Eric wrapped his hand around Stephen’s massive circumcised dick, running his finger across the tip, which was slippery with pre.

“God, you’ve got a beautiful piece of meat!” Eric exclaimed. “I’ve been here almost 2 years, and yours is the biggest I’ve seen on campus. You’re at least as big, and maybe just a tad bigger than me.”

Stephen placed his hand on Eric’s dick, not quite able to wrap his fingers completely around it. His finger was sliding around on the head, spreading the precum around on Eric’s large mushroom shaped head.

The two men hugged, pushing their huge, erected cocks together, and causing both men to tremble.

“I’ve got to try to do this,” Eric said, as he dropped to his knees, taking about the first four inches of Stephen’s now throbbing cock into his mouth.

“Oh! Oh!” Stephen cried out, “God that feels so good!”

Eric took a little more, realizing he likely was trying to swallow a little more than even he could handle. This was most definitely the biggest dick he had ever tried to suck. When the head of Stephen’s cock touched the back of Eric’s throat, Eric’s gag reflexes kicked in, and he only had about two thirds of Stephen’s length in his mouth.

Eric started to bob, sliding down on Stephen to that two thirds point. bafra escort He had sucked some sizable dicks before, but never one with both the length and girth that Stephen had. But he did have Stephen squirming and moaning, and it was evident to Eric that Stephen was enjoying this ride.

Needing to catch his breath, Eric pulled off and started using his hand to stroke Stephen’s huge manhood.

Stephen, body stiffening, “I’m mighty close! I can feel my climax coming on strong!”

Eric went back down, sliding about 4 inches into his mouth and stroking the remaining length with his hand slowly. Rubbing the big vein with his thumb, Eric could feel Stephen starting to pulse.

“I’m gonna shoot!” Stephen cried, his body shaking, knees trying to buckle. “Here it comes! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Spurt after delicious spurt erupted out of Stephen’s massive shaft, Eric trying to swallow it all. Just when Eric thought it was all over, Stephen pulsed some more, and sent about 3 more sizable ropes into Eric’s hungry mouth. Eric milked out the last few dribbles, pulled of and stood up, his own Ten plus inches still rock hard, with a steady stream of pre dripping.

“How was it for you?” Eric asked.

“That was the best ever!” Stephen exclaimed, while starting to stroke Eric’s erect cock, “Actually, Eric, that was the first blowjob I have ever received. Other men have offered to suck me off, but when they saw my size, they chickened out, and usually left me to jack it off, or maybe gave me a hand job. Thanks Eric. That was awesome!”

“I know how that is,” Eric admitted, “No man on this campus has ever offered to give me a blowjob, a couple have given me a hand job. I’ve probably sucked half the guys here off at some time, mostly guys in Dorm 1. It wouldn’t take very long for me to cum right now!”

Stephen took the hint, dropped to his knees, and started to tongue Eric’s dick, licking off the pre.

“I’ve never tackled one this big before, so forgive me if I’m a little awkward. I don’t think we have very much time, as I have to be back to the kitchen soon. How long do you think we’ve been out here?”

“Probably an hour, maybe a little more.” Eric answered. “If you’re going to do me, you better start.”

Stephen said, “I kind of understand now, why so many guys didn’t want to suck me off! That’s a lot of cock to swallow! Here goes.”

“Oooooohh, I’m not used to this luxury! My cock loves the warmth of your mouth!” Eric commented, excitedly!”

Stephen slipped the head of Eric’s large dick into his mouth, softly running his tongue around the head, and tonguing the sensitive area right at the end of the shaft where the head connects. In almost no time, Eric was groaning, almost crying, in pure pleasure.

“Oh, baby, you sure know how to please a man! Suck it baby! Suck it! I’m full of cream, and I’m gonna give you the biggest load you’ve ever had!”

While not, understandingly, taking a lot of Eric’s cock into his mouth, he was nursing the first four inches very well. He reached up and started to play and pinch Eric’s nipples, causing Eric to squeal, then he started to massage Eric’s balls, driving Eric into orgasm.

“Ready or not, here it comes!” cried Eric. “Fuck! I’m dusted! Ohhhhhhhh gawd, this is oooooooohhhhhhhhh shit!”

As Eric pumped rope after rope of creamy man juice, the talented Stephen was taking it all, swallowing every ounce! Once he milked what he could out of Eric’s dick, he used Eric’s shoulders for support and got onto his feet. He then tried to kiss Eric’s lips, and Eric turned his face away.

“Sorry, Stephen,” Eric said. “Lord knows I love to see cock, play with cock and suck cock, but I’ve always avoided romance.”

“Why? Don’t you want someone to love, and share your life with?”

“Maybe, someday.” Eric answered. “Especially now, as I am leaving here in four more weeks. I wouldn’t want to be romantically connected, and have to leave him behind, while I go back to society. I’ve been through that once.”

“Someone here?”

“No.” Eric said, solemnly. “I had someone, before I was incarcerated, and had to leave him behind while I went to the penitentiary. That was 2 and a half years ago. I hope we can rekindle our relationship, but I suspect he may not want an ex-con for a husband.”

“I’m sorry, Eric. I hope things work out for you in a positive way.” Then, “We better get dressed and get back. I don’t want to be late.”

They both got dressed, and walked back, Eric to the Dorm and Stephen to the cafeteria. They were both feeling better after a much needed sexual release.

(to be continued)

In Chapter 19 we find out what happens when Nate’s parents visit.

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You might find it strange that a young female would post anything in the “Gay Male” category but I had to share an experience I had with my boyfriend when I was a freshman in college. It was something I would have never suspected, yet at first, I felt betrayed but I also was extremely aroused. Many guys love girl on girl sex so we girls can enjoy a little guy on guy sex now and then. I had all these feelings overwhelm me and hopefully they will you as well.

Now in graduate school, I feel I am wiser to the world but I was naïve when I came to college as a bright hazel-eyed, 19 year old, dirty blonde. I stood 5’6 and weighed 120 fit pounds thanks to my enthusiasm for working out. I dated a few guys in high school but never had a connection like I did with James when I got to USC. He was a swimmer on the team and a senior. James was 6’3, weighed 180 pounds of lean muscle, wore his blonde hair in a short faux hawk, and an overall sweet guy.

I met him at a party within the first week I arrived and we just meshed. He was really the first boyfriend who genuinely listened and made the effort to connect with me emotionally. That connection made our love making sessions amazing. We would go at it for hours and he would make sure I had many orgasms before it ended. James was a pre-med major, had a good family, so with all those qualities, I thought I had found “the one” at the beginning of my college career.

James was renting a small, single, two-story townhouse just a couple miles off campus. I was living in the dorms but was basically staying at his house three or four nights a week. We actually knew each other’s schedule better than we knew our own. On Wednesday evenings, James worked a four hour internship at a local hospital while I was attending a three hour lab as part of my Chemistry class.

It was early November and just before I left my dorm room to attend lab, the class received a mass email informing us that the lab had been cancelled. Knowing that I had some time before James was finished, I put my hair up, put on my leggings, sports bra, socks and tennis shoes for a late afternoon jog. My plan was to run the two miles to his place, shower and fix dinner for him for when he returned from the hospital. I situated my phone so that I could listen to music and with earbuds in place, I was off.

Just a few blocks from James’s house and almost finished with my cardio workout, my phone rang. I was surprised when I saw on the caller ID that it was James because he wasn’t allowed to use his phone when working. I stopped and slide my finger across it to see what was up while wiping the sweat from my face with the opposite hand.

Out of breath, I answered, “Hi you.”

There was no response on the other end but I could hear a couple of guys talking in the background when I asked, “Hello? James are you there?”

I knew right away he had pocket-dialed me and I yelled out a few more times to get James’s attention. With still no answer, I was about to hang it up when I distinctly heard one of the guys say, “…get my dick sucked.” The other male voice laughed and said, “We have come to the right place.”

That was so bizarre and it was on James’s phone. I thought, “Why would someone say that at the hospital?”

I kept the phone on and tried to listen to more of the dialogue as I started running to his house. In a couple of minutes I get to James’s driveway and his car along with a couple more vehicles are parked there. Now I was starting to get angry, thinking he was either having a party with girls present or he was cheating on me with a double date couple. I wasn’t sure what to think.

With the phone in hand, I was not going to let him off that easy and I planned to catch him in the act. The townhouse was designed with the bedroom upstairs while the open concept living room and kitchen were downstairs. Along the side of the house were wooden stairs leading up to a small deck attached outside of the sliding glass doors that led to the bedroom. I slowly crept up those stairs only to see between the opened blinds, inside the bedroom, that nobody was in there. The bed was made and I used the key stored inside my bra, to enter. Quietly sliding the door closed, I tiptoed through the bedroom and into the upper hallway, located above the downstairs living area like a balcony. That is when I could hear the voices and I knelt down beside the artificial tree located at the beginning of the safety rails lining the hallway.

With a birds-eye view, I witnessed through the spindles, my boyfriend sitting on the edge of his couch with a young guy wearing a high school letter jacket, standing in front of him. The 18 year old boy had his pants down around his ankles and a fully clothed James had both hands around his ass, moving his head in and out, sucking his hard cock. From my side angle, I could see that James was deepthroating what looked to be about a seven incher. There were three other guys casually standing around, patiently awaiting their turn and one of them was also wearing alsancak escort the exact letter jacket as the one getting blown.

In shock, I sat down for a second. I didn’t know if I should be totally upset, angry, or what? On one hand, James had lied to me and is getting sexual with somebody else but on the other hand, it was with guys and I could not help getting a gooey twitch in my vagina from such a hot sight. On occasion, I would actually masturbate to guy on guy porn and here I was witnessing it, not only in real life, but an actual boyfriend who I know intimately.

I got back to my knees and slowly put my head through the fake branches to peer downward. Scanning the room, I saw James’s phone sitting on the table next to the lamp which reminded me that I was audibly connected even though I could hear their voices echoing throughout the room. My pussy was soaked and I decided I wasn’t going to interrupt the gay peep show but use it to get myself off. I put my phone up to my ear so I could improve the sound.

The boy getting sucked, put his hands to each side of James’s head like he was holding it steady just before his upper body hunched forward over top James. He was grunting and shaking which told me he was cumming in James’s mouth. James kept sucking, allowing the high schooler to finish without interruption. When done, the boy pulled is saliva covered cock out of my boyfriend’s mouth and with his jeans still bunched around his ankles, shuffled off to the side, allowing one of his buddies to step in.

The guy in the striped shirt laughed while asking, “Was that good, Gary?”

Those words established the first guy in the letter jacket was Gary and he exhaled his response with a glazed look in his eyes, “Whew! Oh, yeah. It was damn good! Your turn, dude.”

I had to agree with him that it was “damn good.” It was damn good to watch and I needed to get my fingers to my pussy. James swallowed his load like I always do with him. I was proud that I had taught him well. While Gary was pulling up his pants, striped shirt boy was in front of James, pulling his shorts down to his knees. This gave me an opportunity to do the same. I slid my leggings and panties down far enough to allow me to spread my legs. While on my knees, I could feel my squishy lips ready for action. When my middle finger touched my clit, I just about came right there.

Striped shirt boy was taller so James had to scoot more to the edge of the couch in order to get the boy’s now hard cock, in his mouth. That dick looked big and judging by James’s ability to get about half of it in his mouth, confirmed my assumption. The muscular guy who was letter jacket wearer number two, took his pants completely off, stroking his cock, nonverbally telling the fourth boy, he was next in line.

That muscular boy then requested, “Hurry up, man. I’m fuckin horny and need to get out of here.”

James was now sucking striped shirt boy in the same manner he did Gary as James held onto his ass cheeks for leverage. That guy let out a slow moan, “Ohhhh fuck. Hang on dude, this ain’t gonna take long, I promise ya.”

It wasn’t easy holding my phone in one hand and trying to masturbate with the other, all-the-while, trying to not be seen by the group. I felt a small orgasm twitch through me but that was just the beginning. I needed a couple of strong ones. Gary was now disinterested as he played on his phone, waiting for his friend to get off in my boyfriend’s mouth.

Just then, striped shirt boy growled, “Oh fuck! I’m fuckin cummin! Yeahhhhhhh! Oh, damn! Fuuuuuuck! Fuuuuuckk!”

That put me over the edge and my legs clenched up around my hand in a powerful spasm. Oh, it felt incredible! I stifled my own loud growl. The striped shirt boy, put one hand on top of James’s head, pulled his cock out of his mouth and squeezed the shaft before putting it back in James’s mouth to suck out that last drop. I couldn’t believe how much and how long he came. It was nearly thirty seconds for him to completely finish. When he stepped away, it took less than a second for him to pull his shorts up like he was at a sex vending machine.

James swallowed the massive load of sperm and asked the remaining two who both now had their pants off, “Who’s next? Let me see your IDs first.”

Wanting to see those, conveyed two things to me. First, the two remaining boys were unknown to James and second he was playing it safe to make sure they were 18 years old. At least he was playing it safe. Both guys handed James their licenses like James was a bartender at a local pub. He handed them back. Meanwhile, Gary and the striped shirt wearing second guy blown, opened the door and headed out but not before Gary blurted, “See ya next Wednesday.”

That left the muscular letter jacket wearer and the skinny glasses wearing boy. The muscular guy was more a dominant personality type when he tapped James on the shoulder, “Dude, trade me places. I want to sit down for this.”

James stood up from his couch altıeylül escort as the jacket wearing boy who was naked from the waist down, plopped down like he was at home. He put his hands behind his head in a casual manner and spread his legs. James was down on his knees and immediately engulfed his stiff 6 inches. The boy cocked his head back and closed his eyes for a moment completely enjoying the head James was giving him.

“Oh, dude. That is the shit right there. You are better than my girlfriend,” moaned the boy.

I could hear wet slurping on that guy’s cock every time James went down. When James had the cock completely buried down his throat then used his tongue on boy’s balls, I almost giggled because he was stealing my move. James was very good at it so at least he had been paying attention when I sucked him off. When James began bobbing his head quicker in the boy’s lap, the boy’s mouth was hanging open like he was getting close. His lower jaw began to quiver as did my pussy. I was rubbing my clit, up and down with lightning speed.

The boy broke his hands behind his own head and pushed James’s head down on his cock while yelling, “I’m cummin! Stay down on it! Ohhhh, fuck! Stay down! Stay down! Augghhh!”

Holding my boyfriend’s head in place so that he could not move, the muscular high schooler emptied his balls into James’s mouth. Just then I had the most powerful orgasm of the afternoon to that point. I clamped my mouth together, shaking my head, trying not to make a noise. When I gained my own composure, the muscular high schooler had already gotten up, was wiping his cock with a hand towel and the skinny boy had taken his place on the couch.

As the muscular jacket wearer was putting his pants back on, he ordered the skinny boy, “Hurry up and blow your load. I need to get goin.”

The skinny boy had a long thin cock that I would estimate at least 8 inches. James held it by the base and pointed it straight to the ceiling before he licked the head, enthusiastically cleaning off the precum. The boy’s eyes were wide as saucers, telling me that this might have been his first sexual encounter. As soon as James slid his lips down the shaft, the boy began coughing and squirming on the couch.

Not long after the sucking started, the skinny boy gasped while clenching his fists out to his sides, “Oh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh!”

Within a minute the boy was already cumming into James’s mouth. The muscular jacket wearing boy hadn’t even had a chance to put on his second tennis shoe when his head snapped to see the action, “Damn dude, that was quick as shit. That was your first blowjob, wasn’t it?” The muscular boy then laughed while tying his second shoe, “At least you got that taken care of. Let’s bolt.”

The skinny boy continued to gasp as did I with my final orgasm. I dipped my finger deep into my vagina and wiggled it while I spasmed. James got up and handed the skinny boy the hand towel to wipe off James’s saliva. The skinny boy took it but seemed to be moving in slow motion, trying to recover from that burst of pleasure he just received. Finally, he stood up, wiped his hanging dong, and began to dress his lower half.

After the skinny boy was dressed, both boys left the house without saying a word like two criminals leaving the scene of a crime. I pulled my tights up, adjusted the thong that was now longed in my ass crack, not really knowing what James was going to do next. I hung the phone up and exited back out through the bedroom and the patio door. Knowing that James’s “working at the hospital,” ruse wasn’t supposed to end for a couple more hours, I called a friend to pick me up and take me back to my dorm.

While showering, I couldn’t get the thought of my 23 year old boyfriend pleasuring younger boys. He was so good at cock sucking that it made me wonder just how long he had been doing it. I had so many questions built up in my mind, “Was he gay? If he was, then why did we have such a great relationship with amazing sex? Should I confront him? Should I be upset with myself because I wasn’t upset with his actions?”

I kept it a secret and when it was time, I dressed a little provocative, then drove to his house and upon entering, I asked, “How was the hospital?”

He was also showered with a change of clothing and smiled, “Oh, you know…the usual James get me this and James get me that. You look great by the way.”

I smiled back, “Thank you.” Then I asked, “Anything unusual happen tonight?”

He looked puzzled before answering, “No…same ole.”

I was still extremely horny and I sensed he was as well. We embraced in a nice long kiss. As we made out, my only thought was that I was kissing the guy’s mouth who had exploding cocks in it just a couple of hours ago. That only made my lust for him skyrocket. I began unbuckling his pants and he lifted my blouse up over my head. Within seconds we were both naked and ready for action. His 7 inch, uncircumcised cock was so hard, it looked purple. altınordu escort

Carrying me, then laying me on the couch, James climbed on top, slid his rock hard dick in my pussy and began to fuck me like he was angry. Feeling those inches slam deep in my vagina, not to mention those balls slapping my ass was just what I needed after witnessing that guy on guy scene. I wanted to talk dirty about it but I didn’t feel it was the right time.

I was already orgasming, “Oh my god! I’m cumming! Oh, yes baby! Just like that. Don’t stooooooop!”

His ass was moving up and down, driving his hard cock in me like we both hadn’t had sex in years. When I would fantasize that I was him and he was one of those guys fucking him, I would have another climax. I must have cum three or four times before he screamed while releasing his pent up sperm deep into my womb. I could feel that he had released a large amount of seed inside me.

James was panting when he stood up. His cock had not deflated any. It was still as hard as before we started. We went into the bedroom and fucked for much of the evening. We were doing it in every position and I ended up having double digit orgasms. James cum three times! If it weren’t for friction starting to wear my pussy out, he could have went longer.

As we were dressing, that is when it dawned on me that many of our incredible sex sessions were on Wednesday evenings. I put two and two together. Having sex with guys, made James incredibly horny and evidently watching him do it, also increased my libido. I was so close to telling him that I knew and didn’t care but now I wanted no part in ruining such a good thing, at least not at that time.

The next few days, I was consumed on a plan to watch James go at it with guys again. If I told him, I felt confident that he would let me watch but I also felt that it was more natural and dirty if he didn’t know that I was watching. I think part of the allure was that I was like a fly on the wall and he would just be himself. The next several days, I masturbated to guy on guy porn. I couldn’t get enough of it.

The next Wednesday, I was willing to miss my lab just to watch James have gay sex again. I stayed all night with him on Tuesday just to make sure I had access to the glass doors leading to the high rise deck. With key in hand, I headed out to my Wednesday morning classes. We kissed and I could not concentrate on anything else all day long. I felt like a child wishing the day away in order to open presents on Christmas.

Finally, the time had come. It was time for James to “go to the hospital” and me to my lab. However, I needed to be prepared. It was so difficult to masturbate last time while wearing leggings so this time I put on a flimsy skirt with no panties along with my low-cut, sky blue, Chuck Taylors for stealth. I would have to rely solely on my ability to hear the conversation from the balcony even though I thought about concealing a baby monitor but decided against it. I also needed a little more “kick” for masturbating but could not risk a vibrator noise, so I took along my hooked-end pink gel dildo. I was confident it could do the trick.

I sat in my car down the street from James’s house, playing with my pussy lips as I watched the first vehicle pull in. Four young men got out and walked into the front door. I couldn’t tell if any of them were the same guys from the previous week but I did see that two of them were wearing their letter jackets. Before I made my move, a truck pulled in and two more guys got out and also entered the front.

I didn’t want to be caught, yet I didn’t want to miss anything so I left my car and on foot, cut through a couple of yards so that I could arrive at the stairs, through the back of the town house. I once again, gently negotiated up the steps, through the sliding glass doors, though the bedroom and to the artificial tree only this time I had conveniently placed a small wooden step next to it. It was one of those steps used to reach up into a closet but I was going to sit on it comfortably.

Peeking my head through the vegetation, I could see all the high school 18 year old teens getting ready, causally talking among each other. I wished I had the phone to increase audibility because some of the casual sidebar conversations I could not hear. Three of the four guys that were in attendance the previous week were present. I could see the muscular guy still wearing his jacket, Gary who was also wearing his jacket, and the tall skinny virgin boy who wore glasses. The three additional guys were a short baby-faced boy, a chunky boy with a buzzed haircut and lanky black guy with an afro.

I just about lost it, when James began to take his pants off before asking, “Who is going first?”

Gary said, “Drew can go first, then Chandler.”

A few of the high schoolers were also taking their pants off but leaving their shirts on. I know it sounds cliché but James was wearing the Under Armor athletic supporter jock that I had bought him for his birthday, to keep his package contained. He also had a large sheet draped over the couch for mess protection. James got on all fours with the muscular boy who I now knew was Drew, from the previous Wednesday, getting on his knees in front of him. Drew took the back of James’s head and forced him down on his cock.

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Chapter 11

Both the units hit their lights and sirens, Jared in the lead with the Supervisor’s unit. Liam called on the radio and requested another unit as back up as it was a multiple casualty event. Dispatch advised them there was already a backup unit on the way with an ETA of a couple of minutes behind Jared’s unit.

Jared and Liam both arrived at the scene. The police had kept an area open for the ambulances and Jared parked furthest away from the doors to allow the two patient carrier units to be close. He grabbed the trauma management packs from the SUV and ran towards the bank’s front doors. Liam and Marci had their gear piled onto their stretcher and were heading for the bank doors as well. Josh met them at the doors and said, “They’re on the floor in the middle of the lobby. The shooter’s dead and it was Conner’s dad who did the shooting.”

“Who’s been shot?” asked Jared running through the door which Josh held open.

“Jared, its Sgt. Meyers and a new recruit Dave; his first week on the job.” he replied.

They got inside the bank and saw large pools of blood under all of the men. Jared knew he didn’t have to be a Shaman to know it was bad. Liam and Marcie went to Dave and Jared started on Frank.

Frank opened his eyes and looked at Jared. “I’ve been praying that you were working Jared. I don’t think I’ll walk away from this one; I’m having these feelings of floating. It’s like… like I’m separating my spirit from my physical body. My entire body is tingling and warm, and… no pain anymore. Like too many Scotches after work. Jared, it’s such a feeling of tranquility, peace and I can’t describe it.” He took a deep breath and continued, “Please, keep an eye on my son Jared because he’s all I had. Look after him Jared, he needs someone. Make sure my daughter gets Fluff Ball the cat.”

Jared had tears in his eyes and said to Frank, “You’re not going to die on my fucking watch Frank.”

Frank was watching tears escape from Jared’s eyes when they began to glow a bright white. Frank watched as Jared placed his hands on his chest. He thought he saw Jared’s hands glow briefly, and it looked like the glow was moving from his hands to the inside of his chest. He heard Jared praying, “Creator, guide my hands to do your work on this humble but more than worthy and deserving man.” Frank was watching him and didn’t understand what he was seeing or hearing, but he felt very relaxing warmth inside his chest begin, and grow within him.

Many times he had heard his men talk about how good Jared and Liam were at their jobs. Jared especially had earned the belief in his being an angel sent by God as an explanation of the unusual rate of successes he had as a paramedic. Many times the men had commented how they didn’t think a victim of a shooting or accident had a chance of survival but when they saw Jared arrive to a scene, the officers were usually wrong about the outcome to the benefit of the casualty.

Jared had never placed himself in a position for his patient to see his gifts being used before, but he had quickly sensed the importance of the immediately intervening on Frank. He could easily correct the situation once Frank is stable by altering his memories.

Frank thought to himself that he must be dreaming. “So this is what it feels like to die. Feelings of warmth, relaxation feeling like I’m a little drunk and laying on a beach in the sun,” were the last thoughts as he went unconscious.

In his mind, Jared saw the bullet had caused a fair amount of damage. The actual bullet caused damage as it passed through a person’s body, but the temporary cavity which forms from the force of travel through soft tissue creates challenges as well. The energy of the bullet creates a large gap inside a person, pushing organs and tissue outward. The gap doesn’t last long as the tissue slaps back into its natural position rapidly. The energy which caused anamur escort the gap continues through the body as a wave with the potential of causing more damage as it progresses.

Jared followed the trail the first bullet had left. He found a fractured a rib and some damage to the lung as it passed through before blowing a hole in his back as it left. The second bullet had traveled through the liver and kidney barely missing the major renal arteries. Both of the bullets had travelled through layers of muscle and connective tissue, but none of that would be fatal. He concentrated on the tissue in the liver, watching it regenerate and blend together. As Jared relocated his thoughts to the kidney which had been damaged, he noted bruising on both the liver and kidneys which most likely caused by the force wave passing through them. After repairing the kidney damage, he took a quick look of the organs and decided he would leave the bruising for the doctors to monitor. It wouldn’t be fatal to Frank. Jared could see no damage to the spine so he moved on to the lung. He concentrated on the hole and closed it up, except for a minor tear to account for some of the blood. There were so many things which could go wrong still such as infection but the current life threatening problems have been solved. He definitely needs fluid replacement Jared thought to himself as he lifted his hand off Frank’s body. Jared pulled his drug kit out of the jump kit, quickly establishing two IV lines.

Jared turned to Marci and looked at her, “We’re going to tube him and follow protocol. Use the bag valve to saturate him with oxygen.”

Jared moved quickly and prepared for airway control. He also prepared a syringe of drugs and connected it to the IV line. He was ready, and Marci had pumped his body as full of oxygen as possible. Jared gave her a nod from his head and she squeezed the drug into the line and he watched as Frank’s body relaxed. A few seconds later, Jared inserted an ET tube, secured it and hooked it up to a bag valve. Marcie took control of the bag as Jared listened with his stethoscope.

“Good air movement,” said Jared and corrected Marcie on the rate, increasing her air delivery to one breath every 2 seconds. He listened longer and said, “Decreased air sounds bottom left lobe with sounds of fluid. The rest is clear. Marci, Let’s suction through the tube.” They did so and Jared removed about 30 mls of blood.

Liam was concentrating on his patient now that Marci was with Jared. Shoulder shot, bleeding but it looks like it missed bones and vital organs. It did some damage to the muscle and tendons which potentially could end his career by screwing up his shoulder. He needs fluids and some minor surgery, but nothing extra. Suddenly Liam noticed a small trail off the main trajectory. Shrapnel he thought to himself. In his mind, he followed the path until it stopped at the pericardial sac, and the object was trapped inside against the heart muscle. This is the priority Liam thought to himself. He concentrated on the object, and it dissolved. He then repaired the pericardial sac.

Jared looked over and saw Liam’s eye’s glowing white and smiled as he returned to working with Frank.

Liam was watching in his mind as the major muscles were healing as well as the tendons. He left some damage which wouldn’t cause any long term problems for the man. He then concentrated in the entry and exit wounds, causing them to stop bleeding.

Liam pulled his hand out from under the patient as the extra crew arrived. He gave them a verbal report on Dave and Liam told them to take over care. Liam then jumped over to Frank.

“Hook up the monitor and bolus the fluids for the first 500 mls. Marcie get the vitals,” said Jared.

Jared got up and went to check the shooter. It was Conner’s dad and he was obviously dead from at least 3 shots to the center of his chest. Jared checked the pulse out of routine and determined he would not commence treatment, obviously beyond help.

They got Frank bundled up and were pushing him out to ambulance when a couple of police officers came running up and asked, “How are they, Jared.”

“They are doing very well; both are strong men,” replied Jared. “Can one of you drive my SUV to the hospital? I’m staying with Frank.”

“No problem. I’ll tell the Sgt on the scene,” one police officer said.

The other crew was loading Dave up at the same time they were. Liam closed the doors, leaving Marcie and Jared in the back with Frank. Liam went to the front of the ambulance to get in when he noticed two police cars indicating they were going to escort the ambulances to the hospital. There had been a large crowd gathering to watch the activities at the bank. There were enough police cars and ambulances to keep even the most particular rubber necker interested. The police had been keeping the crowds back as far as they could, but it wasn’t far enough for what happened next. Emergency vehicles generally use antakya escort a 40-80 watts of power for their sirens. When all the vehicles turned their sirens on at the same, it not only deafened the crowd, it created a vibration in the ground as well.

The ambulances and SUV took off down the street. It turned out there were three police cars on escort duty for the ambulances and they took turns sliding into intersections as a physical block to cross traffic. This allowed the ambulances to proceed without stopping each time they came to another intersection. After the ambulances had passed through an intersection blocked by a police car, they would catch up quickly and pass the intersection to the next in a leap frog movement.

Even the fire department had left their base and pulled their trucks across a couple of intersections. The firemen were standing at attention and saluting as the parade of emergency vehicles went by.

The people along the streets and the intersections were trying to figure out what had happened. They were upset the road was blocked until the sirens of the approaching ambulances almost deafened them. What they saw was police cars leading, chasing and passing two ambulances and an emergency SUV in a real hurry.

It took about 15 minutes to get to the hospital. The last intersection was already blocked by a police car and the officer saluted as they drove by.

The emergency bay door was open and it looked like the entire upper brass of the police department was waiting along with two full trauma teams.

They pulled in and Jared kicked the back doors open. The ambulances were mobbed and the stretchers pulled into separate trauma rooms. Jared went with Frank and Liam went with Dave. They were immediately transferred to the examination tables and verbal reports given as the doctors and nurse started to unhook the paramedic’s equipment and get theirs into place.

They got their stretchers and equipment and retreated to the bay to clean up. The press was trying to get in but some of the police officers were holding them back.

Marcie looked at Liam and Jared. She said, “You guys are incredible. I’ve never seen anything run so smooth before and you guys didn’t panic or hesitate in your treatments. You guys worked in such harmony it was as if you just had to look at each other to communicate. I learned so much today and thank you for not kicking me to the side.”

“Marcie, you were part of the team today. We needed you and you came through. You can work with us anytime,” said Liam.

They got the unit cleaned and stocked up. Jared phoned Rob to let him know what happened and how it went.

“Marcie worked well with us Rob and she knows her shit. Cool, calm and did a damn good job. Hire her to fill one of those spots,” said Jared.

“I talked to Melanie after your earlier call and she said to do it as well. I’ll call her back and fill her in on this call and how well she did,” replied Rob. “Good job guys. Pass that on to Liam and Marcie for me please. I will phone the other crew personally to tell them the same thing. On second thought, you might as well tell her Jared, she starts your next schedule days.”

Jared passed on Rob’s comments to Marcie and Liam. “I also filled him in on the call and how well you did. You are now full time starting on our first day shift. You’ll be working on our shift, Marcie.”

Marcie hugged them both, and had watery eyes while doing it.

“Liam, did you hear what Frank said to me when we first got there?” asked Jared.

“Yeah I did. I almost lost it when I heard him say that,” he replied.

“I’m going to try and find his son. I remember what he looks like from our mental contact. Once I find him, I’ll see how he is. I guess we also have to tell Conner he should have no fear now that his dad is dead,” said Jared.

Jared left the two to finish the restocking. Liam also restocked the bag from the SUV and locked it in the vehicle. He went to the ER Desk and asked if Frank’s son was here. They pointed at a young man standing near the Police Chief. Jared walked over to the Chief and shook his hand. The Chief thanked him for everything he did.

The Chief said, “The Doctors told me your teams of medics are top notch, and saved both of my men’s lives out there.”

“We only do our jobs Chief, but I will pass it onto the crews on your behalf,” replied Jared. Jared turned to the young man, “Are you Frank’s son?”

“Yes, I am,” he said quietly. “My name is Mark. Thank you for everything you did for dad.”

“Mark, your dad and I are friends and he asked me to take care of you for him. He told me you are all he has and wanted to be sure you were ok,” said Jared.

The young man looked at Jared, and then tears started to roll down his cheeks. Jared reached out and pulled him into a hug. Mark was soon sobbing loudly.

“Chief, Frank is divorced but on good terms with his wife. There is a daughter atakum escort with her mom and there is a cat Frank got for his daughter as a pet at his place. Could you take care of notifications and make sure she takes the cat home as no one is going to be there to look after it,” asked Jared.

The Chief was watching and smiled, happy to see someone with Mark’s interest on their mind. A few moments later Mark settled down and let go of Jared. The Chief handed him his handkerchief to wipe his nose and face.

“That is so dad, to make sure I was going to be ok while he was lying there bleeding to death. He has always put me ahead of himself,” said Mark.

The Chief spoke up, “I will go and see if there is any news of the two men.” He left leaving Mark and Jared alone in the hallway.

“Mark is your boyfriend here or coming?” asked Jared.

Mark looked surprised. “You know about me?”

“Yes, your father and I talked about it,” Jared replied. “It’s not a problem with me.”

“I appreciate that Jared. No we broke up,” he replied.

“You can stay at my place with us tonight. You don’t need to be alone at home,” said Jared.

“I don’t want to bother you and your girlfriend, Jared,” he replied.

“That man over there is my boyfriend,” Jared said as he pointed to Liam.

“Really? Jared, I would love to stay with you guys. Can we sit and talk tonight a bit if we are not too tired,” asked Mark with a new air of confidence.

“Absolutely,” replied Jared.

The Chief came back and told them Dave is going in for some surgery, fairly minor and expected to make a full recovery. Frank is going in for some surgery as well. They inflated the lung from the bullet hole but they have to do some surgery to fix it as well as couple of minor bleeders they called them.”

“It means a couple of blood vessels are still bleeding, so they are going in to do some work on them, Chief,” explained Jared.

“Thanks. I was counting on you to translate it for me,” said the Chief.

The Chief spoke, “Mark, where are you staying tonight. There is no sense in you being here as your dad will be in surgery and sleeping until at least morning. I’ll be here until he comes out of surgery and then one of the deputy chiefs will be with him until morning. We can call you if we need you here but I don’t expect anything to surprise us the way the doctors were talking.”

“He’s coming home with me and I’ll bring him back down in the morning. I start days off at the end of this shift, Chief,” said Jared.

“Good plan. Are you heading home now?” asked the Chief.

“No. I have to check upstairs with a young man who will be moving into our spare room as he lost all of his family recently. He’s in here because of the vicious assault he suffered from his father,” said Jared.

“That’s terrible. I hope they punish his dad,” said Mark.

“Conner felt the same way. His dad was on the run and avoiding the police,” said Jared.

The Chief’s eyes opened wide and looked at Jared as recognition of who the young man was.

Jared said, “I’ll tell them. I sense there will be no trouble, and they may even become friends.”

“I will leave it in your hands Jared. If Frank trusts you, I will too,” he said.

They got to the room and saw the policeman was no longer posted at the door. They stepped in and Jared introduced Mark to Conner. They looked at each other.

Jared had closed the door as he came in and sat on the edge of the bed. He pointed at a chair for Mark to sit in. “Conner, your father was located, and was shot dead by the police in a bank on the other side of town. I have no clue what he was trying to do, but he is dead Conner.”

Mark’s eyes opened wide and looked at Jared, and then Conner.

“I should be sad, but I’m not. He beat me for so many years that I feel happy and safe now that I know he is gone. Thank you for telling me Jared. I sincerely hope and pray he didn’t hurt anyone other than me,” said Conner.

“Conner, he shot two police officers and they are both in surgery but expected to make a full recovery,” replied Jared.

“That son of a bitch. Why would he do that? Those guys just do their jobs and they have families at home,” said Conner.

“Conner, one of those police officers shot was Mark’s dad,” said Jared.

Conner looked horrified and glanced at Mark. He was still sitting there with a look of shock on his face when Jared spoke, “You both have something in common. You both were hurt by the same man, by different means but hurt just as deep. I’m going to help both of you through it so the pain caused by this man will be behind you so that you may continue down your pathways of life.”

“Please don’t hold me responsible for my father’s action, Mark. I had no control over him,” pleaded Conner.

“An hour ago I might have,” said Mark. “But after listening to you and Jared, I realize your dad was responsible for himself and I won’t blame you. No matter how much it bothers us to think it; I believe we both think he got what he deserved.”

Mark stood and offered his hand to Conner. Conner got out of the hospital bed and instead of shaking his hand, pulled him into a hug. They both started to sob, holding onto each other for support.

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Groggily, I registered that there was entirely too much activity for whatever god-awful hour it was. I cracked one eye and blearily observed Rusty sliding his feet into his magboots. “Time izzit?” I croaked. He turned and gave me a smile that showed signs of waking a certain part of me up.

“Oh-six-hundred,” he answered, sounding entirely too chipper for an hour that I was positive did not exist in civilized society.

“Way too much energy,” I grumbled, burying my face in the pillow. He chuckled and the gel in the mattress adjusted when he came to sit on the edge of the bunk. A warm, callused hand slid across the skin of my shoulder and down my back. I had just started thinking nice things about him when the bastard swatted my ass through the sheet. “Asshole,” I mumbled without heat, noticing that the pillow smelled like him. That was nice.

Rusty laughed again. “You don’t have to get up yet, but if we’re going to make our departure window in a couple hours, I have pre-flight to do.” I groaned and could feel him smiling as he kissed my shoulder.

“Coffee,” I called after him as he headed toward the door.

“Yes, sir. I’ll start a fresh pot.” The door hissed open and shut and I dozed for a while, listening to the tromp of boots in the corridor as my crew got up and started their day. It was oddly soothing, the way the different gaits blended together. Half asleep, my brain created melodies to accompany the percussive beats. Realizing the footsteps of my crew had literally become music to my ears, I snorted a laugh and rolled onto my back. Eventually, I forced myself out of bed, reluctantly deciding I needed to put in an appearance as well if I didn’t want anyone to push our departure time. It wasn’t just Rusty who was ready to get away from this monstrosity.

When the hall outside the engineer’s quarters had quieted, I rose and gathered my crumpled finery. Wearing the pants and carrying the rest in a ball under my arm, I listened at the door for a minute before letting myself out of the room and sprinting barefoot to my own. With less than an hour before our window, I didn’t have time for a shower, so I threw on fresh underclothes and a jumpsuit and shoved my feet into my magboots on the way to the ladder leading to the office above.

I was already halfway up before I remembered the coffee I had failed to get. Fuck. Nothing for it but to soldier on without. As soon as I stepped off the ladder, my head was turning, searching out the source of the incredible smell filling my office. There, on the little tray table that extended from my console, was an insulated mug with steam escaping through the hole in the lid. That man was officially my hero. Giving myself a moment to enjoy the first sip of ambrosia, my hand hovered over the contact link for my XO. It took her less than a minute to pop her head through my door after I finally paged her.

“I was wondering if we’d see you this morning,” Li said with a grin. She took a seat, hands cradling her own steaming mug.

“I’m as ready to get out of here as anyone else. What’s our status?”

“We’re filled to the brim on the essentials. Anything that could be ordered has been delivered and diagnostics have all been run at least twice. The Marzi’s good as new – better, actually, since your boy toy has been making some after-market upgrades.” Her face twisted as she admitted the last part.

“Leelee, you can’t blame him for my choices,” I said with a sigh. “I knew what I was getting into. And he’s actually a kind and thoughtful man.” I lifted my coffee to illustrate my point.

“Right,” she responded skeptically, “so you start doubting he’s the person you know he is and get your heart broken. I fail to see how that’s a mark in his favor.”

“You would rather he treated me poorly?” This came out a little snippier than I’d intended, but after the easy affection between Rusty and me that morning, her attitude was grating.

“I would rather he be honest with you!” I blinked, startled. Alix rarely raised her voice, so this outburst was uncharacteristic, to say the least. “You know as well as I do that Carter Rust does not get involved. He’s pleasant enough, sure, in a bland, neutral way that lets him avoid feeling like a shit when he inevitably takes off and never looks back to take stock of the damage. I know you, Mac: you try to see the best in people. That’s an admirable trait, but it also means that you’re more open to getting hurt and I – I just don’t want to be left staring at his back while I pick up the pieces and know I could have done more to prevent it.” Her voice was nearly a whisper by the time she finished. I came around and knelt at her feet, taking her hands in mine.

“I’m sorry, Leelee. I didn’t realize how much this was bothering you. I’ll try to be more careful, okay?” The words felt hollow even as they exited akçay escort my mouth.

“It’s too late.” It shook me to see the tears in her eyes. She pulled her hands away and dashed at them impatiently. “I told you, Mac, I know you. You’re head over heels with this guy, whether you want to admit it or not.”

Not. The answer was definitely not. I stood and brushed my hands against the legs of my jumpsuit to give myself time to get my face under control. “Well, if you’re right, then what I said is still true.” Returning to my seat, I retrieved my coffee and clutched the cup like a talisman. “I walked into whatever this is with Rusty with my eyes open. I’m under no illusions that there will be any kind of ‘happily ever after’ or whatever other fairy tale bullshit applies.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Maybe this is just what it looks like when I actually enjoy the sex I’m having.”

“Ew.” She wrinkled her nose. “Did not need that mental picture so soon after breakfast.”

“Are you sure? Because he does this thing with his tongue – ” My XO’s hands came up to cover her ears and she started singing loudly. I laughed and she made an obscene gesture.

“Fine. Do what you want. Just expect about a cycle of ‘I told you so’ when it turns out I was right.”

“Heard and understood,” I said with a smile. “I’d never expect anything less from you.”

“Fuck off, asshole,” she shot back, though her tone was more affectionate than not. Her eyes unfocused as she sipped her coffee, humming in appreciation before snapping her attention back to me. “So we’re go for departure, then?”

“Hell yes. Let’s get this bird in the air.” The expression didn’t really make any sense; we were in vacuum and would continue to be so for the duration of our travels, but it sounded nicer than “let’s get the fuck out of here.”

“Sir, yes sir,” my XO drawled, tapping two fingers against her eyebrow in a mock salute. I rolled my eyes and she was chuckling as she left the office. It seemed like we were good – everything back to normal – but I knew this thing with Rusty had shifted something and the cracks that had surfaced couldn’t be filled with a superficial patch job. Alix and I needed to have a real talk, sooner rather than later.

“Call it out,” Li’s voice came over the comms a quarter hour later. The reports came flooding in one after the other in the same order they always did: atmo green, fuel levels green, electrical system green, and so on. The thrill I usually got when I heard Rusty report “engines green” was noticeably stronger now, but otherwise it was typical departure protocol.

“Green lights across the board, Captain,” Li said. “We’re go on your mark.” It was a complete formality since I was going to immediately relinquish control to the pilot, but I’d discovered that the vast majority of being in command involved letting people complain at you and delegating tasks, so I went with it.

“Take us out, Bailey.”

“Aye, sir,” the pilot responded immediately. This was followed by a noticeable lag before we moved away from the station, during which I listened to Bailey and docking control do their little call and response dance. Finally, we were on our way, the pleasure palace rapidly shrinking in the aft view I’d pulled up on my screen. “Goodbye and good riddance,” I muttered before flipping over to start dealing with my correspondence backlog.

There was a rather sweet note from the celebrity herself saying that she hoped I was feeling better and she looked forward to working with me again. This was bracketed by dozens of angry messages from her team demanding to know what I thought I was doing by ducking out of dinner and arguing that I had not fulfilled my contract. They couldn’t come right out and say they wanted to cut my pay because I hadn’t slept with their client – transparently discussing the truth of the arrangement would be gauche – but they were sidling right up to the line and daring me to make an issue of it, knowing that publicizing the unspoken aspect of my agreements with the celeb set would explode my career while barely scratching the one that paid their bills.

The joke was on them.

I didn’t bother to respond to any of it, diligently filing all of the messages away in the job’s folder as had become my habit since going out on my own. When I’d been under contract with an agency, there was an assistant whose job included maintaining my records and dealing with my correspondence; I only saw messages that had been approved by my agent, my public relations team, and the agency’s legal office. After we nearly didn’t get paid for our first solo gig, Li jumped all over my ass and told me in no uncertain terms that this shit was my responsibility now and the livelihoods of the entire crew depended on me growing the fuck up. I took the lesson to heart.

Remembering that lecture – and how the solid weight of the obligations I’d taken on settled firmly on my shoulders – soured my stomach. The coffee I’d been so thankful for earlier akdeniz escort now felt like it was eating holes in my gut. Morbid curiosity nearly made me ping the comm network again, but I held back. Some combination of cowardice and selfishness made me want to have a few more hours where everything was normal, maybe spend one last night in Rusty’s bed before my actions made the situation even more complicated. Heaving a sigh, I turned my attention to the ship’s communication filters and began the process of locking everything down.

~*~

“What did you do?” The words were an accusation, but the tone was shock. And maybe a little fear. Kells stared at me, wide-eyed and pale, as she repeated the question before continuing her message. “The last thing I got was your ‘sorry, I’m a dick,’ message sent at an ungodly hour. Then I check my news feeds and see this. What the hell, Rusty?” I blinked at the vid in confusion, not understanding how me apologizing for being a jerk the last time we spoke turned into whatever this was. Admittedly, being short on sleep from my nights brooding at the station and then making up for lost time with the captain the last two nights had left my brain in less than optimal condition, but she really wasn’t making much sense and I was regretting waiting to check my messages. Maybe if I hadn’t spent the day chasing down a discrepancy in the fuel mix first, I’d have been able to follow her.

My view switched from her face to the front page of some gossip site. Honestly, it wasn’t the kind of thing I would have expected her to be into. Then I saw what she had been talking about and I panicked. Felt like my heart was about to burst by the time I hauled ass all the way from engineering up to the command deck, but there wasn’t nothing in my mind but getting to the captain before he saw this and started thinking the inevitable. Considering it was almost dinner time, I probably didn’t need to bother. But I wasn’t exactly rational at the moment.

“Sorry – Cap,” I gasped after bursting into the office. “Oh, shit.” I had to put my hands on my knees and spend a few seconds just catching my breath before I could actually talk.

“Everything okay?” He sounded so calm, sitting there at his console. The last thing I wanted to do was tell him what I’d seen.

“Not really,” I said. I didn’t fully have my wind back, but I wasn’t wheezing anymore. “I – shit – um, how to say this?” I scratched my cheek, fingernails rasping on stubble. Even though I hadn’t done nothing, guilt sat heavy in my gut. “You know my friend, Kells, right?” He sat back and raised an eyebrow. “Well, she sent me a message. And – fuck, I’d probably better just show you.” Without asking permission, I tossed the message up on his display, skipping past the beginning to get to the important part.

I studied his face as he took in the image frozen on his screen. The site was busy as fuck, with headlines about all kinds of shit crowded together, but the story still drew your eye. Right there in the middle of everything was the captain, head tilted back, one hand lifting his shirt while the other grabbed his crotch. It was an image I knew well since it had been burned into my brain as I watched it happen in real time. Giant letters above it screamed “Prince of Pleasure Palaces Pursues Own Self-Pleasure!” Cap’s face was blank and still, only his eyes moving. One hand lifted and it seemed to me that it was floating, just hanging there in the air, leaving me plenty of time to stop what happened next.

A voice gleefully babbled about how shocking it was that “noted celebutainment personality, Matthison Carolinas, prefers the company of his own hand to the favors bestowed by the most beautiful people in the galaxy” as the video itself played on a loop. It wasn’t much, really, and it didn’t show anything – especially considering what happened just minutes later – but it was enough. The way he moved, it was plenty obvious what was going on.

When the audio restarted, I slapped at the screen to close the message. Cap still stared at his now-empty display. “I’m sorry, Cap. Matt. I don’t know how this happened.” My voice was raspy and I was shocked to find myself on the edge of tears. Or maybe I was going to vomit. I was scared as shit: worried he might blame me, freaked about how he was feeling, and terrified of what this might mean for all of us. I knew I didn’t leak the footage, but obviously someone did. That meant at least one someone had seen it and that person was willing to sell the captain out. Even if he believed me about the leak, would he blame me for the whole deal? The vid wouldn’t have been there to share if I hadn’t set the challenge in the first place.

“Say something. Please.” My voice actually broke on the last word and I realized I was a hell of a lot closer to losing it than I thought.

“Can we – go downstairs?” He still wasn’t looking at me and his voice was all kinds of robotic, but at least he was talking.

“Yeah, sure. Of course. Whatever you akhisar escort want.” I sort of herded him to the ladder, then thought again about his current state and slid down first so I could grab him if he lost his grip. Turned out he was able to manage just fine. Didn’t realize until he was on the floor that he’d even brought the damn coffee cup. He put it on the table in his little sitting area and went to rummage in a cabinet under his bunk. Despite the situation, I couldn’t completely repress my curiosity. I hadn’t really been in the captain’s quarters before, other than the one time I sprinted through. The day that fucking vid was created. I asked once why he always came to my room and he told me it was because there he was just Matt. Here some part of him was always the captain.

All the rooms on the Marzi were bigger than on most ships and Cap’s was bigger still. His bed looked to be about half again as wide as mine and then there was the sitting area. He also had a full console setup down here where most of us just had wall screens. Not that I was complaining. Like I said, most ships I’d been on would have three or four of us crammed into the space I had to myself here. Cap stood, having found what he was looking for, and I jerked my attention back to him. He brought a couple of glasses and a bottle of some brown liquid to the table.

“Sit, Rusty,” he ordered, pouring out a drink for each of us. I knew I should stay sober for whatever followed, but I very much did not want to, so I downed the drink – bourbon, as it happened – and he refilled the glass without comment. He raised an eyebrow when I took the fresh drink, so I managed to sip this one. It was pretty good bourbon, actually. Though I shouldn’t have been surprised, considering the company the man usually kept. Which brought me back to why we were down there in the first place and made me concerned for how the high-society types were going to react to the video.

“I don’t blame you.” He looked directly at me when he said this and there was nothing but sincerity in his voice. Still, though…

“I’d understand if you did. You have every right – “

“No, I don’t.” I blinked at his firm resolve. “You didn’t force me to put on my little show in the cargo hold. You didn’t make me keep a copy on my system. And you didn’t release the recording.” I breathed a sigh of relief and my shoulders relaxed with one of my big worries removed.

“You believe me then?” I had to be sure.

“I do.” He nodded once. “And not because I trust you, though I do. Trust you, I mean.” It was Cap’s turn to gulp his drink. He refilled his glass and fiddled with the lid of the bottle, watching his fingers. “I did it.” He spoke so quietly I was sure I heard him wrong. “I leaked the video.” Nope. That’s what I thought he’d said.

My jaw worked as all my questions got jammed up together in my throat. “Why?” managed to squeeze through first, though it sounded pretty strangled.

“Fuck, I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.” I stared at him, my forgotten drink still clutched in fingers gone numb. “I guess I just wanted out.”

“Out?” It seemed I was stuck with single words.

“Of the whole celebrity circuit thing. It was – I hated it.”

“There’s this phrase you might have heard of, goes ‘I quit’?” I was surprised to realize I was angry. More than angry. I was righteously pissed off. He had made Kells doubt me and, worse, made me doubt myself. And the whole fucking time he knew he was to blame.

“That wouldn’t work for me.” I stared at him. More drinking. More filling. I’d barely touched my second drink and he was on his third, maybe, or fourth. I hadn’t really been counting. “I just – I know myself, Rusty,” he finally said. “I’d think it would be better to just continue through what I’ve already contracted for and stop there, but then I would be second-guessing myself, thinking maybe it really wasn’t so bad. And something would come along that I’d feel I had to take and it would be ‘just one more project’ over and over until death do us part.” He said all that in one breath and ended up gasping a bit.

“So you decided to destroy your reputation instead?” Yeah I didn’t live his life, but that seemed extreme.

“That wasn’t the plan. I mean, it was kind of the plan, but my hope is that serious news agencies are more concerned with quality reporting over personal pseudo-scandals. Sure, the celeb set won’t want to work with me anymore, but maybe once the whole thing dies down…” He trailed off, looking down at the glass in his hands as if he had forgotten it was there.

“You know those rich people sometimes go for scandal, right? Like it gets them off being slightly connected to a bit of risk, gives them the thrill of danger or something.” The captain’s face paled and he shook his head.

“Fuck. I think I’d just space myself.” He blinked, shook his head once more, and his jaw firmed. “No, that won’t happen.” His glass clinked against the table’s surface for emphasis. “That’s why I suggested the whole framing of me preferring to jack off rather than fuck them.” Here I’d been worried that part would embarrass him. “I’m so sorry.” Cap turned to look at me with that unfocused intensity that comes with a lot of liquor in a very short period. “Rusty, please believe me, I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

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I could feel my body jumping up with excitement at the site of my house. I was perfectly still but my body was screaming, I don’t know how I contained myself.

We were finally here.

I’d been away with my two best friends Mason and Clyde for a week. It was nothing essential, just some time to hang out and catch up. My boyfriend had given me ‘permission’ to fuck them, just not to give them ‘my heart’, he had said. Like anybody could steal something he so securely protected.

By the time we reached the gate my seatbelt was already off, it was the most I could do in this cramped up car, whose smell now burned my nostrils as I longed to get out and feel the sweet aroma of my house. ‘My house’, that was what I missed, I half truthfully told myself.

Mason turned his head and looked back at me from the front passenger seat, smiling.

“Contain yourself,” he said sarcastically, noting how calm I was. If only he knew. I hoped he could keep his eyes to my face and not take them further down, because I couldn’t hide the bulging in my jeans, especially now that he was making me think about it, think about all the crazy things that happened in that house, with all the crazy people. It made me hot. I ignored him, I wasn’t sure my voice could come out at that point, I had completely freaked out.

Clyde turned up the driveway and parked the car, too slowly it seemed, like he was teasing, just to see if I’d explode. He stopped finally, and spoke, facing forward.

“You still haven’t told us about you and that boy,” he said.

“Your papi chulo,” Mason added, amused.

They were just curious, like gossipy curious, wanted to be on top of everything (and everyone). I tried not to so obviously blush, though I was on fire just thinking about him. I spoke, as calmly as I could.

“It’s nothing, just roomies,” I lied faking a smile, for no special reason, just to see how long it was going to be until they would figure it out. Just as I finished, the front door opened, and there he was, so beautiful.

Beautiful brown eyes, beautiful black buzzed hair, beautiful full lips. He was wearing cargo shorts for whatever reason, ‘easier to remove’, I thought. I should’ve prepared myself in such a way too.

“Uh huh,” they said in unison, accusingly, as they turned they heads slowly at me, both smiling naughtily.

“Uh huh you two too,” I snapped back, also accusingly. I had their number.

“Hey it’s not like you twos fellas be tellin’ me about yourselves either,” I joked, with a fake Italian accent, hand gestures and all. I didn’t allow them to reply as I opened the door suddenly and left, running to the trunk to get my bag and heading towards the open door. I stopped at the welcome mat and turned around, flashing a huge smile and waved goodbye to my friends. Soon he was right behind me, head almost on my shoulder and also waving goodbye. They waved back and we reversed into the house.

I closed the door, face towards it, and laid my head on it. He was so close to me that I could hear him breathing. He pressed his front against my back, and I turned my head to the side to where it was visible to him, to give him access. He took it right then, putting his lips on mine.

Damn.

I’d missed him.

We made out in that position for I don’t know how long, probably a few seconds. I could feel his hardness through the fabric of his shorts, and my jeans, on my ass. I’d missed him so much.

I lifted the my hand to his neck, and I just kept it there while we made out in that almost awkward position. My other one was on the door, while his wrapped around me from behind. One across my chest and the other across my belly. The tee shirt wasn’t really numbing the sensation, but it was. I longed to feel his skin against mine. Without the use of words, I already knew how much he missed me.

Soon his body was rocking against mine, dry humping me through the clothing. Still fully clothed and this was already perfect.

I slowly dragged my left hand down the door, down my body towards my crotch. My cock needed to be freed, it was screaming at this point. But he stopped me. He moved his own had from my belly towards my cock, readjusting it through the fabric, just to give me a bit of comfort, before stopping completely, hand frozen still in top of my dick.

“Not yet,” he whispered in my ear. Why? He answered, knowing the question in my mind.

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered, sending chills down my body. His beautiful voice always did that to me. I couldn’t complain before I had seen what it was, but I could complain when he detached his body from mine, like removing a person’s head. How am I to live?

He reattached himself once more but just a little bit, by taking my hand. He led me upstairs and opened the bedroom door, leading me in. I heard the bedroom shower water running.

“You left the shower running? You assho-“, he cut me off by turning around and putting his lips back on mine. There adapazarı escort wasn’t much room for him to move anyway, hey reached the foot of the bed. Suddenly I couldn’t hear the shower water. Couldn’t hear anything really, he really knew how to shut me up.

His tongue danced with mine for a minute before he pulled back. Suddenly I was the one at the edge of the bed. We’d switched positions, when had we switched positions? He smiled devilishly at me as he put both hands on my chest and pushed me down onto the bed. I let him get on top of me and put his lips to mine again, only for a couple of seconds.

He used his arms and legs to extend mine, wide open, a wide open ‘X’ on the bed. I still had no idea where this is going. Until. I heard it, felt it. As he is still in my mouth, I feel the ropes tying and locking around my wrist. I’m about to react with my free hand when he chains that one up too. I’m not used to giving up control so completely, but a surprise is a surprise, and I’d play along for now, what’s the worst that could happen?

Only my feet left free. He, a little amused, chained those up too. All the power was in his hands now. I hoped I didn’t look weak to him. Because he still looked beautiful to me. Beautiful and hot. And hungry. And horny. His bulge was protruding in a comical fashion. I could eat him up. But I was chained, chained to the bed. So all I could do was wait. He looked at me hungrily, panting almost, then bent down, disappearing from my view and appearing a second later, with a pair of scissors in his hand. My mind went to various wild places, including that he was setting me free already, before I settled on a more plausible reason for the scissors.

“Oh no,” I thought, and mouthed. He must have been so happy to see this happening, to have such power over me, physically and emotionally. He was almost laughing, that maniac, as he straddled me and put the scissors right in the middle of the hem, directly in line with the deep part of the V-neck. Not what I had in mind. He went crazy as he scissored that vertical line, longing to see my skin, I told myself. He was done quickly, and smiled at his results, taking my whole body in with his eyes.

“That’s an expensive tee,” I whined, wanting to see if he’d react the way the old Marco would’ve, but nothing, just pure wildness as he haphazardly cut the rest of my shirt off. I don’t know how I came out of that event unscathed.

The old Marco would’ve panicked to death at the sight of a slight tear on anything, profusely apologizing even if he hadn’t caused it, but not this hot beast in front of me.

My jeans were next, I guessed. My cock bulged to the left and he looked at it hungrily. I was hungry for his too, still tenting those shorts. I wanted to touch it, feel it’s heat in my palm, my mouth, my whole body. At this point I suppose just seeing it was enough.

I had a feeling he was not done with the scissors yet. I gasped as I felt the cold steel on my shin, he’d put the scissors into the left leg of my jeans, and was immediately tearing away. Soon, my whole left leg was exposed. He was still leering at me, eyes completely dark with sex, and proceeded to part the flaps of my torn jeans and briefs, exposing just the left testicle. When was this torture going to end? He took his face towards it, and put it into his mouth. The feeling of his tongue on me set me on fire, but it wasn’t enough.

“Stop it,” I said, and he did, too soon.

“No,” I gasped, wanting his tongue on me again. He just took a step back, fire in his eyes, tents in his shorts. He was enjoying this torture.

I closed my eyes, and he finally took the scissors the other leg, taking his time riding up my leg, while gently stroking the other one. I concluded that he was just trying to see how long it would take before I combusted, not much longer, I thought.

He finally got done with it, this time leaving the briefs untouched. I let out a whimper. Why is he doing this to me?

He yanked the rest of the jeans from underneath my body, lifting me up slightly, and took a step back once more, watching me try to twist and turn. He just smiled silently.

“Take them off man,” I said. The teasing was becoming too much to bear, I felt as if my dick was going to explode from the pain of restraint, especially since he was standing and looking so sexy right in front of me. I figured it took as much from him as it did from me, seeing as the tent in his shorts was still there. But maybe not, after all he had had a whole week to be without me, what was less than an hour if I was there, even if he wasn’t touching himself. I tried to give myself that same mentality, but I guess I’m too weak. Being under his control was so frustrating, but such a rush at the same time.

Only my blue briefs restrained my dick, cut right through the whole right side. My dick was still pressed against my skin on the left side, and my one ball was still out. I was breathing heavily, trying to think of the right words to convince him to free me. He was just standing there, akçaabat escort face and crotch smiling at me.

“Please,” I pleaded, trying to suppress myself, to keep my voice low.

“Please what?”

It spoke. Why did he want me to repeat myself?

“Please take them off,” I pleaded again. Normally I wouldn’t have begged like this, but he knew exactly how to press the right buttons.

“Mm-hmm.”

He wasn’t giving me anything. Just kept staring, hands on his hips, obviously expecting something.

At that moment, I gave up, I was going to die of blue balls, tied to my bed hands and feet, rock hard.

He moved his hand slowly, from his hip to his crotch, and grabbed himself through his shorts. Oh my God.

He squeezed. I was flat-lining, but it was coming to me. As he squeezed his cock and make small jerking motions along it through his shorts, it hit me.

“Please,” I begged, and the end of my lip curled slightly into a small smile, simultaneously with his, he knew I knew, “sir.”

He body jerked as he finally jumped, up and then down to his knees. He slowed down again and got his face close to my foot, then started creeping towards me. It touched my foot, then it started slowly creeping up. His face moved past my shin, past my knee, past my thigh, tickling my thigh with his light scruff, then finally it was there. So close to the prize. They finally touched, and even through the briefs it sent fire through my body. My mind wasn’t moving anymore, perfectly still. It was all him now.

In a swift motion he brought the shears up and tore the fabric, and it finally felt some air.

I AM FREE.

The fresh air was like oxygen in my lungs, finally waking me up. He proceeded to take the piece of underwear, or whatever was left of it and chuck it to the side. I was happy at last. My cock could finally breathe, making a forty-five degree angle up from my belly. I noticed that piece of cloth that was covering it was almost fully wet, soaked with precum. Already?

I almost thought it was just cum by the amount of it, but I knew he hadn’t taken me there yet. At the back of my mind I doubted he was ever going to.

He moved to the side of the bed, where I had a better view of him, hand slowly stroking through the fabric. What was he planning now. For now I was sated, so I just smiled weakly at him, waiting for his next move.

Perhaps he had decided to play nice finally, because he just took untied his button and took his shirt off, revealing his hairy torso. Beautiful. Beautiful dark nipples, almost invisible in that jungle, on that sexy chest. Pecs beefy and well defined but not too much, just how I like it. He proceeded to undo the button on his shorts and unzip the fly, letting them fall to the ground, finally revealing what I wanted. It bobbed when he let them fall and soon it was still, only vibrating in place. Angry, strong, vicious. I wanted to unchain myself and go to comfort it, but that would’ve been too easy. Easy was not the theme of the day. I must’ve been staring, because he laughed. This wasn’t the time to laugh.

I watched him, mouth dripping wet, as he approached, was he finally going to give me what I wanted. It was there finally, right in front of my face, veins throbbing and head dripping wet. We could give each other what the other wanted, but again, easy was not the theme of the day.

He made it hover above my face, and rubbed its wetness on my mouth. It was hot enough to burn my lips, but I wanted more of it, wanted its length and thickness whole in my mouth. But he had decided that was enough, moving it and placing it over my face. I could smell it, and I wanted more. His balls were right on my lips, and if that was what he was going to give me, I was going to take it. I opened my mouth and let the ovals fall in. They were so big, but nothing I couldn’t take. I licked all over and pulled them into my mouth, just to see how far I could take them, if I could swallow them. I could tell he was enjoying this, because he had started moaning, making me also moan in my mouth, still full of his testicles. I could feel his precum dripping onto my hairline, he had to be wanting more by now. He pulled back, and again rubbed his dick against my lips, cleaning off the wetness, leaving me licking my lips and wanting more.

“Please sir,” I begged, panting, “let me taste it.”

He smiled, and obliged, bending it downwards and moving it slowly until it was knocking on my lips, waiting for entry. I allowed it in, finally getting the taste of my prize. He was still teasing, only allowing the head it. I was going to have to make do with what I’d been given, so I went to town on it. I was face up with his cock head in my mouth and he was above me, hand tightly gripping the headboard. We were both moaning loudly, in pleasure and hunger, because I wanted more. I lifted my head up to get more of it in my mouth.

I think in that moment we forgot where we were, he was no longer master and I was no longer his puppy. His whole body had dissolved into that one member, akçakale escort his cock, hot, dancing in my mouth. I couldn’t get enough. But it could apparently. I was so close to cumming, and just by the moaning and groaning and short breaths one could tell. He pulled back, slowly letting me feel every detail of it on my tongue, every vein, the head of it, throbbing, still dripping. I didn’t want to let it go, and I extended my tongue as it left, stopping a couple of inches from my face. We were still linked by a thin line of precum, and the best I could do to show him how much I wanted it was to keep my tongue extended. He indulged me this time, pushing his cock again closer to my face, above my mouth, squeezing the base and slowly making his way up the veiny shaft, causing a huge glob of precum to run from the slit and onto my tongue. I savoured the taste, and stuck my tongue out again to lick the head as he pulled away. Delicious.

He walked to the foot of the bed again, in-between my feet. An absolute stud, I just loved his rock hard cock looking at me. I craved it in my mouth again. He made his movements deliberately slow, but eventually he had crawled into the bed and his handsome face was inches from my cock, just hovering around it. I could feel his breath on me, hot and hurried. The sensation was wonderful, but it could be better. I knew he was waiting for me to beg. What was a man to do at this point?

“Please suck my cock sir,” I begged. He looked like he was about to, tongue out, but at the smallest contact of his tongue on my dick, he pulled back, smiling devilishly.

“Put my fucking dick in your mouth,” I said, impatient. I calmed down when shot me a look, expression unchanged, just wanting to see how far I’d go, and added calmly, “sir.”

Still nothing.

At this point I was no longer looking at him, I’d pulled my head back down, and resigned myself to death. I was a moaning and whimpering mess, saying whatever he wanted me to.

“Please sir, please suck my cock sir, suck my fucking cock sir, put my cock in your hot fucking mouth sir, please sir, please sir.”

At some point he listened, because I finally felt it, felt his hot fucking mouth on my cock. It sent fireworks through my body and soon I was moaning to his rhythm. I pulled my head up to look at him, for only a second, because that’s all the strength he had left me with, and saw his head bobbing up and down, my full length disappearing into his mouth, then reappearing, like magic. I couldn’t tell who was moaning louder, but if anyone was watching the show, they would’ve been having a great time. They probably would’ve cum by now, without all this teasing.

He continued his magic and right then I could feel it, getting closer. I tried to hide it, to keep quiet so he would let me having, but it was too much. I let out a loud groan, and, as expected, he pulled back. The discipline it must’ve taken for him to pull this off so well.

In a quick motion his dick was in my face again, this time he didn’t hold back. He shoved it in my mouth and let me have it. I a couple of seconds he pulled out, the started pumping it an rapid motions, jerking of in my face. He let out a scream at his cum finally poured out of him. So much cum, onto my face, into my mouth, I couldn’t get enough. I tried to take as much of it as I could into my mouth, and there really was a lot of it, so much that I really couldn’t. He finally finished, and just stayed there, smiling, straddling my face, dick almost going limp, almost. It wouldn’t go limp, it was still semi hard when he started using it to guide all the cum, previously wasted, into my mouth. I eagerly opened my mouth, and I was very reactive, using my tongue to get all of it. At this point, it was my life, my fuel and my oxygen. He finished up and went back to just smiling at me, we weren’t done. I was still rock hard, and feared my dick would fly away if he didn’t give it what it wanted.

Marco turned his body around, still sitting on my dark chest, turning his attention back to my throbbing cock. He put his hand on the base, and held still. Then he pumped. Once, twice, then a few rapid pumps, then fireworks. I was screaming in ecstasy. The first spurt was almost wasted, but soon he put his face closer, putting his mouth on the head so he could catch everything. He was sitting on my chest, his perfect ass right in my face. I was going to take as much as I could to multiply the pleasure, and I wasn’t letting his hole go untouched. I dove right in tongue first, putting my tongue into his hole as I came, intensifying every sensation. I knew in my mind this took him by surprise, even better. Soon I’d stopped cumming, but my face was still in-between his cheeks, motionless, just panting, just because it was my home.

I knew we weren’t done, so to start the second act, I put out my tongue, grazing his hole lightly, up and down. I knew that this was all I was going to get, judging by recent events, so I savoured it. Soon, predictably, he pulled away again. Getting his body off me and off the bed, standing on the side again, full view. This view was my favourite, he was already almost as hard as a rock again, hands on his hips, staring at me. This was more than what it took for my cock to fully solidify again. We were just staring at each other, taking each other in, both almost back to full rigidity, waiting to see what was coming next.

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