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John sat on the bed in the motel room, anxiously waiting for the man from the agency to arrive. He had come directly from the office, having already told his wife that he was going to be working late, possibly all night. Such things weren’t terribly out of the ordinary so she had grudgingly accepted it. He just hoped he could still face her in the morning.

John was a normal guy, or at least he had always regarded himself that way until recently, until the dreams. He had been a star on his high school’s football team. He had graduated from college with honors. He had been a successful advertising executive for most of his adult life.

He had always loved women; he was extremely attractive, with dark curly hair, a sweetly dimpled smile, and light fur covering his chest, forearms, ass, and legs, and he had had a reputation as something of a womanizer until he finally settled down with his wife, whom he had always been faithful to her ever since. They had two kids together. And now in his early thirties, he had what could only be described as a healthy family life, a successful career, and an active social life to boot. He had never thought he might be attracted to men…

Beads of sweat popped out on his brow. He had never done anything like this before; never imagined that he even needed something like this. But he did. He needed it bad.

It had started with the dreams. They aren’t always exactly the same; sometimes they take place in a dark alley, sometimes a field; once it was at the old running track where he had gone to high school. The important thing is that he is by himself, or thinks he is by himself, until his assailant, his tormenter, arrives.

John can never remember his tormenter’s face; just that it’s hard, and that grin. That grin as he shoves him to the ground. That grin as he forces John to his knees, and opens his fly, and pulls down his pants to reveal the hairiest, beefiest legs John has ever seen, and then takes out his cock…

Oh God, the cock. It’s huge. John got hard, üsküdar escort just sitting there on the motel bed thinking about it. But it’s never like that in the dream itself. There is no pleasure for John. His assailant grabs him by the hair, and forces his mouth down on that… that monster. It is a monster cock. At least ten inches and as wide as John’s wrist.

“You like that, don’t you, sissyboy?” his assailant mocks as he forces John further and further down his shaft. “Why don’t you take it all, sissyboy?” John moans almost inaudibly as he feels the giant cock slide down past the edge of his throat, and down, down… it must be stretching his throat so much, it’s so fucking huge… how doesn’t it tear it?

His assailant is moaning too, with pleasure. He holds John down as far as he can go (it’s never very far, the first time) for what feels like forever before withdrawing his cock; he grunts a bit as John’s mouth slowly comes off it… and John opens his eyes, looking it straight in the slit. His assailant slaps him in the face with it a few times. This goes on for a few minutes, and each time his assailant’s cock is forced down his throat, it manages a little more, a little more… until, incredibly, John’s nose is right in his tormenter’s copious bush. “You like the smell, don’t you? I bet you do, you faggot.” Does he? John can never remember the smell when he wakes up, but he’s curious. He holds John down for so long, holding his nose, not letting him release that mammoth cock even an inch from John’s sore and aching throat, that John feels like he’s going to pass out… “Choke on it, bitch,” his assailant teases, that grin on his face… then he is allowed a breath. Then he takes it again… and again… and again… John’s muffled cries of anguish more than matched by his tormenter’s moans of pleasure.

“Yeah, your hot mouth feels so good on my cock, sissyboy. Why don’t you turn around and we’ll see how your ass feels?”

“Please, no,” John gaziemir escort says, feebly. He doesn’t think he can handle it; that cock will split him in two. But is there not a certain excitement, a certain curiosity there, as well?

“Oh, yes. Fuck yes!” his tormenter says, flipping John around like a ragdoll and thrusting his tongue in John’s hairy crack. At first, John thinks it feels a little good (to his eternal shame), but then his tormenter jabs a thumb straight up, causing sharp pain and making John grunt.

“Yeah, pig, grunt. You have a fine bubblebutt, sissyboy, and a nice tight asshole. I can’t wait to feel that virgin asshole clinging to my cock.”

John tries to object again but he has no strength to fight, and his assailant teases his ass a bit more with his tongue and fingers before grabbing him by the waist… and then he feels the fleshy knob as it’s about to enter his tight asshole.

“Don’t worry, you’re good and lubed,” his assailant says with a chuckle. “You’ll need to be to take this.” And then he thrusts, fast and hard, and the pain is unbearable. John screams.

“Please, you know you like how this feels sissyboy,” John’s tormenter says from behind as he fucks John fast and hard. “Oh yeah, that’s real good, boy.”

John moans. Tears are in his eyes. “Please..” he manages through moans.

“Please fuck you harder? Okay, but I don’t know how much longer I’m gong to be able to manage. Your fucking ass feels so good!” John moans… it’s all in pain, right? Surely there’s no pleasure… the man is raping him, for God’s sake.

But…

“Oh, fuck yeah,” his assailant says. “Oh God, I love fucking a tight ass for the first time. Do you know how sore you’re going to be after we’re done, pig?”

“Oh, please… please…” and John doesn’t know whether he wants to say “stop”, or just keep saying “please”…

His assailant laughs. “I knew you wanted it, sissyboy,” he says. And now I’m going to give you sancaktepe escort every ounce of what you want. Oh… I’m… oh yeah… I’m about to come…”

John feels it, like a torrent rushing deep up his rectum. And his tormenter holds his position. “Oh, YEAH!” he screams. There’s another gush of cum, and another. The waves of cum stop coming out, and he withdraws his cock. John can feel the slimy liquid oozing out of his aching crack.

“Oh yeah, boy, wanna see what my cock tastes like after it’s shot a creamy hot load up your bunghole? Ever wondered what a cock tastes like after something like that?”

John does not know what he wants. He stares at his assailant’s cock, withering and waving in front of his nose.

“Here, taste it,” his tormenter says as he shoves the half-flaccid dick into John’s mouth. And does John enjoy it? Does he like the taste?

His assailant quivers as John licks the cum from his cock, and pulls out. He takes a couple deep breaths; they are both covered with sweat. Then he looks down and laughs. “Well, well, well, I told you you wanted it,” he says, that grin still planted on his face. John looks down at the ground, and sees his own puddle of splooge, some of it still dribbling from the head of his own hard cock, slowly mixing with the pool …

Now, while thinking about it in the motel room, John realized that he was stroking his cock. He didn’t want to get off thinking about it. He wanted to save his load for the man from the agency.

John remembered waking up shouting, drenched in sweat… and with something oily, slimy lathering the sheet by his genitals. That was troubling; he hadn’t had nocturnal emissions since not long after he had first learned to jerk off.

The dreams had come maybe once a week at first, but recently they’ve been more regular. Every time there’s that curious mix of fear and pleasure involved. John realized he had to do something about it. He had to try to experience it for real, or at least a simulation of it. So he had called the agency.

He heard a knock on the door. A feeling of excitement ran through him like an electric shock.

“Coming,” he said. He got up and answered the door.

“Hello,” he said to the burly, leather-clad man standing outside the door.

“Hello, I’m Rod, from the agency, you John?” the man asked.

“Yes. Why don’t you come in?”

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“Where are we going?” Lonnie asked as Brandon missed their turn. Ricky squirmed in his lap, trying to look out the window. “And why did you bring Ricky?”

Brandon cut his eyes over at his little man, before turning his attention back to the road. “It’s a surprise.”

“Oh. I like surprises,” Lonnie grinned as he looked up and down the street, trying to figure out their destination.

“Good.”

Brandon seemed a little nervous to Lonnie, which made him wonder all the more what the surprise was about.

When Brandon stopped in front of the pizzeria and parked the truck, Lonnie frowned. “Pizza is the surprise?”

“No, smart ass. I’ll be right back.” Brandon leaned over and gave Lonnie a quick peck on the lips. He left the truck’s diesel engine idling and hopped out. Ricky bounced up Lonnie’s lap and put his paws up on the window and watched his big daddy walk around the front of the truck.

Lonnie watched his sexy bear of a man get out of the truck and hurry into the restaurant. Brandon returned a few minutes later with a large pizza box, breadsticks, and a plastic bag with bottles of soda.

When Ricky saw Brandon, he bounced off Lonnie’s lap into Brandon’s seat. The little dog’s tail was wagging a mile a minute.

Brandon managed to get the door open before Lonnie could reach over and help.

“Scoot, pest,” Brandon growled at Ricky.

Brandon handed the items to Lonnie as he got into the truck, then scooped Ricky up, gave him a quick kiss on top of his head, and then put him on the floor in front of Lonnie’s feet. Lonnie turned around and carefully put the pizza on the back seat. He put the bag of breadsticks into the bag with the sodas and set it on the floor, next to a big duffel bag. Lonnie poked at the bag, wondering what was in it and if it was related to the surprise.

Brandon put the F-250 into gear and turned and looked out the window towards the street. The engine rumbled loudly as he pulled into traffic.

Lonnie turned back around and put his seat belt back on. He looked out the window, trying to get his bearings on their secret destination.

They drove for about fifteen minutes before things started looking familiar.

When Brandon turned down onto the dead-end road, Lonnie’s heart began to race. He had been dying to see the old flip house ever since the construction was finished just two days ago. He was especially excited to see the inside, since Brandon asked for his advice on paint colors and other decorating choices. That really made him feel good, like he was really part of the company. He couldn’t wait to see how it all turned out.

Brandon pulled into the driveway of the small ranch home, parking the truck in the driveway, in front of the garage.

Lonnie’s mouth fell open at the sight in front of him. “Oh my god, Brandon! This is fabulous!”

Lonnie unbuckled his seat belt, pushed the door open and stepped down onto the running board. He hopped down onto the driveway, scooped up Ricky and set him down on the ground, and walked around to the other side of the truck to look at the house.

The flip house had been repaired and completely repainted on the outside, a really pretty shade of pale green, exactly the color he suggested. Brand new shutters framed the windows. A new application of sod on all sides made it look like a real home. The walkway from the sidewalk to the rebuilt front porch was lined with stones and flower beds. It was way more deluxe than he imagined it would be.

Brandon fished into his pocket and handed Lonnie a keyring with a single key on it. “Here, cupcake.”

Brandon watched Lonnie’s face light up. Those dimples he loved so much made an appearance and he couldn’t help but smile. He grabbed the pizza, drinks, and the duffel bag he had stashed earlier in the day. He followed Lonnie up the sidewalk to the front porch.

Lonnie put the key into the deadbolt lock and turned around and looked back at Brandon. “I’ve never come in this way before. I can’t wait to see how it turned out.”

They both chuckled as Lonnie pushed open the door. As soon as he stepped into the living room, Lonnie couldn’t help but gasp.

The inside of the house had been gutted and remodeled. Long gone was the cold, dark abandoned house that he took refuge in when he became homeless. The inside was almost unrecognizable.

The dirty carpeting had been torn out and replaced with beautiful bamboo floors throughout the home. The living room was painted the earthy, warm sage green color he had chosen. The fireplace had been refinished with a gorgeous stone work. Lonnie ran his hand along the fireplace mantle, wishing that he could have enjoyed such gorgeous craftsmanship in the short time that he lived here. He flipped the switch next to the fireplace and the gas ignited, bathing the fireplace logs in bright, warm flames. He watched the flickering flames longingly for a moment. How sexy would it be to make love with Brandon in front of the fire on a cold winter night? He shut the switch off and moved on.

The living room flowed right into the dining room, which had a simple chandelier and white bahçelievler escort wainscoting on the walls to differentiate it from the living room space. Lonnie leaned on the new counter that separated the brand new kitchen from the dining room. New stainless steel appliances, custom cabinets, and granite countertops gave it a fresh, contemporary look.

Brandon set the pizza box and bags on the breakfast bar and they continued their tour. Off the kitchen was a pantry and a utility room that had a new washer and dryer. Moving down the hallway to the bedrooms was the newly remodeled bathroom, the two smaller bedrooms and finally the master bedroom.

It was the master bathroom that made Lonnie want to cry from envy. A new bathtub with jets sat in the corner. There was a separate glass shower stall big enough for two, complete with dual shower heads. A huge mirror took up the wall above the double sink vanity. The tile work was simply amazing.

Ricky’s nails clicked on the tiled floor as he walked around the bathroom, sniffing all of the new fixtures. Brandon snapped his fingers. “Boy, if you lift your leg in here, I’m gonna drop kick your ugly little ass.”

As they walked back to the kitchen, Lonnie shook his head. “Brandon, this is just amazing. I can’t believe the work you guys put into it. I thought you were going to go cheap and quick?”

“Well, it started out that way, but this place is special to me.”

Lonnie squeezed Brandon’s hand, touched that he thought of the house where they first met as special. “Yeah. It’s nice to see it like this, the way it should be.”

“Let’s go out back.”

They walked into the kitchen towards the back door. Lonnie smiled when he saw that the doggie door was still there.

Ricky darted between their legs, heading right for the doggie door. He hit the doggie door and then fell back onto his butt when it didn’t swing open.

“Aw, poor baby,” Lonnie said.

Ricky yipped at the door.

Brandon laughed and tapped it with his steel-toed boot and it didn’t swing open.

“It’s remote controlled, like Toby’s,” he explained. “It only opens with the right sensor on the dog collar. Don’t want any ugly stray mutts to come in and squat.”

Lonnie laughed. “You’re so mean. Don’t talk about our baby that way.”

Brandon lifted an eyebrow and looked down at Ricky. “That is not my baby. That is a dog.”

“Mm-hmm. Whatever you say.” Lonnie knew damn well how much Brandon loved Ricky, no matter what he said.

Lonnie opened the door and walked past a protesting Brandon.

Stepping through the back door, the back yard was unrecognizable. In place of the crumbling concrete steps was a brand new wooden deck. The deck wasn’t too large, but it would be plenty big enough to hold a patio table set and a barbecue grill.

Three little steps led down to a completely sodded back yard that was now enclosed in with a wood-slat privacy fence. A row of saplings along the back fence would give the yard a little more privacy once they grew up and out.

Lonnie leaned against the deck railing and looked out at the yard, watching Ricky running around the yard looking for the perfect spot to lift his leg on.

“You like it, cupcake?” Brandon asked as he slid next to Lonnie and put his arm around his shoulders. He leaned down and pressed his lips to the top of his cupcake’s head.

“I love it. It’s perfect, Brandon,” he replied quietly. “Whoever buys this place will be really happy.”

While he was overjoyed that the house had been renovated so lovingly and so beautifully, the thought of someone else living in the house hurt his heart. Lonnie blinked away the tears that started to form. He was just being stupid. It was just a house. He pulled the key out of his pocket and held it out to Brandon.

Brandon closed Lonnie’s fist around the key. “That’s yours, cupcake.” He unclipped the keychain connected to his belt and held it up, jingling the many keys there. “I already got one.”

Lonnie opened his palm and looked at the key. The sound of Brandon’s keys snapped him out of his trance. He looked up and stared open-mouthed at Brandon as he reclipped his keys to his belt. What was Brandon saying? Did he mean… Surely not!

Brandon leaned against the railing and pulled Lonnie to his chest and bent down and kissed the top of his head. Lonnie tilted his head back and looked up at the big bear who was holding him so tight.

“This is our place now, baby,” Brandon spoke quietly. “I want to start new with you. Me, you, and Ricky… We’re a little family now, hmm?”

Lonnie buried his face in Brandon’s chest and wrapped his arms around him. He couldn’t help the emotions that bubbled over and his shoulders shook as he silently cried tears of happiness.

Brandon held him tighter when he felt Lonnie trembling in his arms while hiding his face in his chest. He rubbed his hand down Lonnie’s back, trying to calm him. He rubbed his nose in Lonnie’s hair and gave him a kiss on top of his head. “So, what do you say, cupcake? You wanna move here bağcılar escort with me?”

Lonnie nodded against Brandon’s chest. He lifted his head and nodded again as he looked into Brandon’s eyes. He sniffled and swallowed, finally getting his emotions under control. “Yes, Brandon. I would love to.”

Brandon wiped Lonnie’s face dry, then kissed him. Lonnie opened for Brandon’s tongue, sucking it into his mouth. He didn’t pull away until he was close to passing out from lack of oxygen.

Brandon held Lonnie’s chin in his hand and stroked his thumb over Lonnie’s bottom lip. “You know I love you, don’t you?” Brandon asked.

“Yes. And I love you, too.”

“You make me so damn happy.” Brandon’s voice cracked a little at the end. His eyes started to itch a little and he had to blink a few times.

Brandon’s reaction melted Lonnie into a puddle. It was very rare that Brandon let his emotions show. “You make me happy too.” Lonnie sniffled and wiped his nose. “So what are you gonna do with your old place?” Lonnie asked as he stroked his hands over the soft flannel covering Brandon’s chest. He rubbed at the wet spot that might have come from his eyes or, yikes, from his nose. He found the tufts of auburn hair peeking out at the hollow of Brandon’s neck and twirled his finger around them.

“The company’s gonna fix it up and sell it. Trade this flip for that one.”

“It doesn’t bother you… selling your home?”

“Nah. That place never really held any sentimental meaning. I mean, I lived there with my ex-wife, but I’m moving on. I’m starting over with you. It only makes sense that we start with a new home. And what better place than right here, huh?”

Lonnie nodded and snuggled closer to Brandon. “When I first saw your house, it made me sad for you. It was so empty, just a shell… Kinda like you were when I first met you,” he said. He ran his fingers over Brandon’s beard and looked up at him lovingly. “But look at this place now… It’s been totally transformed. It just needed love and care. Just like you, Brandon.”

Brandon drew in a ragged breath and blinked, trying to soothe the burning behind his eyes. “Being here with you, baby… It’s like coming home. And I’m never gonna leave.”

Brandon captured Lonnie’s mouth in a soul-searing kiss. “I love you, cupcake,” he whispered against Lonnie’s lips, then pressed one more kiss.

Lonnie clutched at the key in his fist and returned Brandon’s kiss.

***

Brandon watched Lonnie set the pizza box on the counter and pull the sodas out of the bag. Lonnie pulled out the big stack of napkins and started to get ready for the pair to eat dinner.

But Brandon wasn’t in the mood for food. He was hungry for something else. He licked his lips as he stared down at the round cheeks of Lonnie’s rocking ass. So damn tight and perky. He moved behind Lonnie and leaned in close, letting him feel the heat of his bigger body. Lonnie froze and drew in a puff of air.

Brandon let his hand slide down Lonnie’s right arm. He took Lonnie’s hand and pressed it against his groin, letting the little man feel his erection.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” Brandon whispered into his ear.

Lonnie closed his eyes and shuddered. The sensation of Brandon’s beard and the warmness of his breath tickling his ear was just too hot. He squeezed the large bulge in his hand, stroking his fingers back and forth over the denim-encased flesh.

Lonnie turned around and lifted his head up for a kiss. When Brandon leaned down, Lonnie opened his mouth for his slick tongue. His hands moved to Brandon’s belt and quickly unbuckled and then unzipped his jeans. Since Brandon never wore underwear, his dick came free and slapped against his belly. Lonnie couldn’t help the moan that slipped past his lips. Brandon had the most perfect dick. It was so big, so hard.

“Suck it, boy,” Brandon growled as he pushed Lonnie onto his knees.

Lonnie willingly dropped to his knees in front of his bear. The hardwood floor was cold and hard against his knees, but he didn’t care. He ran his tongue up the underside of that magnificent cock, tracing along the largest of the veins. He could feel the hot hardness pulse with each of Brandon’s heartbeats. When he got to the underside of the head, he flicked his tongue back and forth across that ultra-sensitive little piece of flesh where his foreskin connected below the head. Brandon groaned and tightened his hands in Lonnie’s hair.

Lonnie gripped the base and aimed it down. He took the head into his mouth and started to suck. He knew exactly how Brandon liked his blowjobs. He relaxed his throat and took Brandon deep. When he pulled back, he sucked down all the slobber with a slurp and swallowed. He took another breath as he slid back down. When the head bumped the back of his throat, he swallowed and took in another inch.

He felt like he barely got started when Brandon reached down and pulled him back to his feet. He looked at Brandon questioningly.

“You’re gonna make me come too quick,” Brandon explained. “Your mouth ümraniye escort is just too fucking good, and I’m gonna be inside your ass when I come.”

Brandon kissed Lonnie slow and deep, stroking his tongue with his own. Lonnie sucked Brandon’s tongue into his mouth, and Brandon pushed his throbbing cock into Lonnie’s belly.

While they kissed, Brandon began unbuttoning Lonnie’s shirt. He needed his boy naked. He tossed the shirt aside, then started on his pants. Lonnie held himself steady on Brandon’s big frame and toed off his shoes.

Brandon reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a thick comforter. He spread it on the wood floor, hoping that it would be enough padding. He dug around the bag and pulled out a brand new bottle of lube.

“Lay down on your back,” Brandon commanded.

Lonnie instantly obeyed, laying down, spreading his legs with his arms at his sides. Brandon could see his boy was trembling with desire and need. His cheeks were flushed and his breathing was already quickening. His dick was rock hard, laying rigid against his stomach, pointing towards his belly button. Redness crept down the dusky shaft, and the crown glistened with slick pre-come.

“You’re so obedient,” Brandon told him. “Such a good boy. I think you deserve a reward.”

Brandon stroked his hands down Lonnie’s body, caressing his perfect skin. “Your skin is so soft, baby. So smooth and creamy…” When his hands reached his boy’s waist, he rubbed his thumb over Lonnie’s clover tattoo.

Lonnie let out a little moan as Brandon touched him, letting Brandon know how good he was making him feel. Brandon grabbed his boy’s legs behind the knees and pushed them up and out, spreading him wide. He dipped his head down and licked Lonnie’s delicate sack, pulling his balls into his mouth one at a time until they pulled up tight against his body.

Brandon grabbed Lonnie’s dripping dick and slid his fingers around, smearing the copious pre-come all over. He pulled the stiff dick away from Lonnie’s belly and slid his fingers over the sensitive head and watched a pearly drop ooze out of the slit. He swiped his tongue over the tip and Lonnie’s breathing hitched.

Lonnie panted and arched his hips up just a bit before dropping back down. “Daddy, please,” he moaned, his voice tight and needy.

Brandon knew what Lonnie was asking for. In the two months they’d been together, Brandon still hadn’t taken Lonnie into his mouth. Lonnie gave him head nearly every morning and they fucked nearly every night. Brandon regularly ate Lonnie’s ass, but for some reason, he couldn’t get himself to suck his dick. Lonnie had never asked him to do it, but who wouldn’t want a hot mouth on their dick?

Lonnie lifted his hand, and paused hesitantly, then moved the shaking hand to the back of Brandon’s head. His delicate fingers lightly rubbed the stubble of Brandon’s high and tight cut. Brandon looked up and his eyes met Lonnie’s. The depth of emotion in the boy’s expressive brown eyes never failed to amaze him. Those eyes were begging. Lonnie’s hand on his head gave the gentlest of nudges while his hips pushed up slightly.

How could Brandon possibly resist his gorgeous boy? With his fingers tight around the base of Lonnie’s cock, Brandon pulled it up so that it was pointing upwards. He never took his eyes off Lonnie’s as he took him into his mouth.

As he closed his lips around the shaft and began sliding his mouth down, he watched Lonnie’s facial expression. Lonnie’s mouth dropped open and he drew in a deep breath. Brandon had never done this before, but he found it wasn’t so bad. He knew Lonnie liked a more gentle touch since he was so sensitive, so he sucked softly while his mouth slid up and down. He kept a tight seal with his lips and made sure to keep his teeth covered. No one liked their cock scraped. He must have been doing it right, judging from the sexy whimpers and moans spilling from Lonnie’s mouth.

Brandon was surprised to find that he enjoyed having Lonnie in his mouth like this. Lonnie’s dick didn’t really have a taste, but the leaking pre-come was sweet and salty and slippery. Brandon managed to wet his middle finger, while still working Lonnie with his mouth. His finger slid into Lonnie’s crease, searching for the hairless target hidden there. Lonnie moaned and spread his legs wider, encouraging Brandon. A gentle push and Brandon’s thick digit was buried inside his boy’s tight heat. A flick forward and he rubbed the rough, calloused pad of that finger against Lonnie’s walls, pressing against his sensitive gland on the other side.

Lonnie bucked up, pressing his dick deeper into Brandon’s mouth. “Oh god, daddy!” he cried. He grabbed a handful of the comforter in his fist while the other hand tensed on Brandon’s head.

Brandon moaned around Lonnie’s dick, bobbing his mouth up and down. His boy’s dick wasn’t big, but he was just right for sucking as far as Brandon was concerned. Brandon found he could easily take him from tip to root with each stroke of his mouth. His finger moved inside his ass in a counterpoint rhythm. When he replaced the single finger with both his index and middle fingers, Lonnie started to shake. Brandon knew that Lonnie was about to come, but he was so into what he was doing, so into Lonnie’s responses, that there was no way in hell he was going to pull off. Brandon increased his head speed and moved his fingers with increasing pressure, wanting to make sure Lonnie was stretched for what was going to happen next.

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The following is another true encounter from my past. It took place during the 1970’s, and the names have been changed for the privacy of my friends. My sincere thanks to Susurrus for encouragement and help in editing this.

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Chip and I had worked together for several years. He had a great smile and sharp wit and having been a surfer in his younger years, a really tight muscled body. He knew my sexual preferences, but he was what I would call an enlightened straight man. Little did I know how enlightened he was.

Chip was an artist, specifically a set designer and painter, and he had worked for a small production company. I was a director and writer and he had designed sets for many of my shows. We shared a common interest in not only theatre but also art, and when the museum sent me an invitation to the gala opening of a new exhibit, I decided to invite him to go along.

It was a pretty big event and we both rented tuxedos for the occasion. After work on Friday, I offered to pick the tuxes up and Chip suggested he meet at my apartment to change for the gala. That idea certainly appealed to me! Any chance to see a hot man undress would not be turned down, besides, Chip still lived with his parents in the suburbs and driving back and forth would waste a lot of time.

I had just hung up the two bags containing the formalwear when his knock came at the front door. I welcomed him in and offered him the bathroom so he could shower before changing. Meanwhile, I mixed up a pitcher of dry Boodle’s martinis; we were both partial to gin.

When he emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, he gratefully took one of the drinks. We had about 45 minutes before the start of the event, so I told Chip to relax while I cleaned up and then I’d help him with his tux.

After I emerged from a hot shower, my cock was already stirring at the thought of being nearly naked in the same room as Chip. I wrapped a big fluffy towel around myself, hoping to hide the growing bulge and walked into the living room. Chip was sipping his martini and smoking one of my cigars.

“Hope you don’t mind,” he smiled, puffing on the cigar.

“Not at all,” I replied. “That’s why I keep the humidor out. Once I get dressed I’m going to join you.”

This banter continued as we unpacked the tuxes. Chip dropped his towel and stepped into a pair of white briefs. I caught myself staring at his tight, muscled butt and then came to my senses. We were just friends and colleagues. I tried to keep my mind on that. We helped each other into our “monkey suits”, I got another cigar from the humidor and we were off.

Arriving at the museum, we were greeted by valets. They took my car and we headed inside to see the exhibit and rub elbows with the upper class crowd. The exhibition was wonderful, but the event itself was stuffy, and before long both of us had had our fill of vapid small talk and snobbery.

Chip came up behind me and leaned over my shoulder. His hot breath in my ear gave me a shiver. “You about ready to blow this joint?” he whispered.

I turned to face him, feeling uncomfortable at the closeness, yet very turned on by the intimacy. “I was afraid you/d never ask,” I said.

With that we turned in unison and headed out the door.

Once in the car I looked at my watch. It was still very early. “Seems a waste to have rented these outfits and use them only once,” I said.

He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, who would have imagined that party would be so dull?”

It was then I remembered that a new bathhouse was having their grand opening that same night. It was a real long shot but I decided to run the idea by Chip and see his reaction. The worst he could say was “no”.

“I know çeşme escort this isn’t really your thing, ” I said as we drove out of the museum parking lot. “But there’s a new club having a grand opening gala tonight if you’d like to go.”

He looked interested. “What kind of club?”

I hesitated, but then just decided to blurt it out. “It’s a men’s bathhouse. They’re having a big open house tonight and I got an invite a few weeks ago and forgot all about it.”

“Sounds interesting, I’ve never been to anything like that before.”

I was speechless. My hot hunk straight friend had just agreed to go with me to the opening of a new gay bathhouse!

“Well, we can drop by and check it out,” I stammered. “We don’t have to stay, of course.” I was trying to offer him a way out so he wouldn’t feel pressured.

“When you say men’s bath, you mean gay, don’t you?” he asked.

As I nodded my head, I expected him to back out, but instead he leaned back in the seat and said, “That’s what I figured… Sure, let’s go for it.”

And with that we were off.

Nearing the baths, I could see the searchlights tracing across the sky. When these guys did a grand opening, they did it very grandly. There were valets there and the place looked more like a Hollywood movie premier than a gay bath opening. There were photographers, a couple of reporters for the local gay newspapers, and as we walked in: lots of people, both men and women chatting, drinking and dancing. I even saw a city councilwoman from my neighborhood there. This was a big deal.

There was no sex going on, since the doors were open and the crowd was very mixed. I was somewhat relieved, because I figured Chip really didn’t know what went on in places like these. Surprisingly, we were not the only people dressed in formal wear. It was quite an odd scene. Men and women, dressed to the nines, touring a place that would soon be filled with horny men, cruising for sex.

Both Chip and I were having a great time. The group here was anything but stuffy and the catered food was great. Around 10:00 PM the crowd started to thin out. An attendant came through and told us that the event was ending, but any men who wanted to stay could return to the lobby and reenter once the club opened again at 10:30, as guests of the house.

I was feeling pretty gutsy, so I looked at Chip and popped the question. “So you want to stay and see what really goes on here?”

He finished off the last of his drink and shrugged his shoulders. “Sure, sounds interesting.”

I almost fainted from lack of blood as it all rushed to my cock. This tight hunk had just agreed to join me at the baths. This was turning out to be a very interesting night.

Once we had signed the releases that made us temporary members of the club and checked in at the front desk, we were handed towels and locker keys and were buzzed into the inner doors.

We walked to the locker room and found a couple of lockers. I must have looked like an idiot as I just stood there and watched Chip as he undressed from his tux. As he hung his pants up in the locker, he glanced over his broad shoulders at me and chuckled.

“You gonna go into the steam room wearing that?”

I looked down at my tux and said something inane, then hurriedly began stripping. Now, I am no Adonis by any means, but when I had the courage to glance back at Chip, I swear I caught him checking me out. Of course, I was checking him out, too.

Chip tugged his white briefs down over his hips and tossed them into the locker. He wrapped himself in the skimpy gym towel he had been given, and walked toward the locker door.

“I’ll meet you outside in the TV room.”

As başakşehir escort the door swung closed, I realized I was standing there, buck-naked, just staring at the door. I wrapped my towel around my waist and headed toward the door.

Outside there was a darkened corridor that led to the main part of the club. To the right was a large lounge with a big TV in the corner and a couple of big comfortable sofas. Chip was alone in the room, nestled into one of these, watching the screen when I came in. It wasn’t until I sat down on the other sofa and looked at the screen that I realized what was playing.

Splashed across the screen was a close-up of a large erect cock being energetically sucked by a handsome, moustached man. When I turned to Chip, he was watching, transfixed.

“Well, I guess you no longer have any doubts about what kind of place this is,” I said, trying to keep things light.

Chip looked at me and smiled. “I never had any doubts about that. And don’t worry, I’m not offended.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Besides,” Chip added, “I’m always open to new experiences.”

I guess I sat there without moving for a few moments, and finally managed to form a word. “Cool.”

Chip made the next move. “So, let’s not sit here watching porn, when we can explore this place.” He stood and turned toward the hallway. I stood to follow and then realized I had a full-fledged boner tenting the front of my towel. As I was looking down trying to figure how to hide it, he spoke again.

“Well… looks like you like it here.” He smiled another of his charming smiles and somehow that put me at ease. I sheepishly grinned and followed him out into the dark corridor.

We wandered the hallways of the club for a few minutes, finally heading into the “wet” area where the spa and steam room were. Chip suggested we sit in the steam for a while and I agreed. Maybe the heat would help my throbbing hard-on to subside.

Entering the misty room, we found a spot on the tile-covered benches that lined the room. These were more like steps that climbed up three levels to accommodate a good number of men. For opening night it wasn’t too busy. In fact, the only other person in the room was on the top tier in the corner. Through the steam I could barely make out his shape. He looked about average height and build, probably somewhere in his mid-twenties.

Chip sat on the second tier, somewhere in the middle of the bench. I followed and sat nearby, but not too close. I settled back and looked over at Chip. He had pulled his towel open and was sitting there, leaning back with his eyes closed, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. As my eyes moved down his body, I was startled to see that between his legs, just peeking up over his thigh was a growing hard cock.

My hard-on was never going down now.

Just then the guy on the upper tier began to move. He wrapped himself in his towel and moved down to the bottom tier, directly beneath Chip. When he sat down and leaned back, his face was almost touching Chip’s knee.

While watching, my hand had gone subconsciously to my crotch, and I was stroking my swollen dick slowly under my towel. I froze when I saw Chip begin to move. I guess I was expecting him to move away from the visitor, but he did the exact opposite, he spread his legs slowly so that his knee was actually touching the guy’s cheek.

That was the signal he was waiting for, and in no time he had turned to face Chip’s fully erect dick. His hungry tongue licked the length of it, lingering at the head, teasing and making it jump. Chip had leaned back with his eyes closed. He let out a slight moan as the anonymous man began küçükçekmece escort to suck his cock in earnest.

I slid a little closer, so I could get a better view through the steam. My hard cock leaked pre-cum as I continued stroking.

The man sucking Chip’s cock was pretty good looking. Blond and a bit sinewy, but still muscled enough. His blond head bobbed up and down on Chip’s stiff cock like a piston. Chip was lost in the sensation, occasionally writhing or letting out soft moans.

I was transfixed, watching the blond guy as he moved to his knees and held Chip’s legs as he greedily sucked the sweaty cock. That’s when I felt a touch on my arm. It was Chip, his hand stroking my arm. He pulled at me softly, then looked into my eyes. His trademark grin returned as he motioned with his head toward the upper tier. I took the message wordlessly and moved to the bench above him.

As I sat down he leaned forward so I could sit directly behind him. Then he leaned his head back directly between my legs. The view was much better here. I was looking down Chip’s wet, glistening body at the hot blond giving him the blowjob of his life. It couldn’t get much better than this. At least, that’s what I thought before Chip reached up and pulled my towel away, exposing my dripping hard cock. His hand then reached back and wrapped around my throbbing shaft. He pulled my cock, not trying to masturbate me but really pulling it forward. I finally got the message. He wanted it nearer his face.

I stood, turning to face him and straddling him, careful not to disturb the blonde hunk sucking on his rod. My own cock now pointed directly at Chip’s mouth and he wasted no time gobbling it down. His hot lips surrounded the swollen head, and his tongue began to swirl around the tip. My knees almost buckled as he sucked my cock deeper into his mouth. I put my hands on his head to steady myself and before I knew it was fucking his face full force.

Suddenly I heard him moan on my dick and his body shuddered. I knew he was shooting his hot load down the blond guy’s throat. I slowed my thrusting, giving him a chance to savor the orgasm. Chip didn’t pause for long. Soon he was sucking away at my cock, bringing me past the point of no return. I knew I couldn’t hold off for long, so I pulled out of his mouth.

“Keep that up and you’ll get a mouthful,” I said in a hoarse whisper.

“That is the idea, isn’t it?” he said and then dove back onto my dick.

At the same time the blond guy reached between my legs and began toying with my cum-swollen nuts. That did the trick! I bucked into Chip’s mouth one last time and began to pump stream after stream of my hot sperm into his mouth. The feelings were overwhelming, and I don’t remember how many times I shot, but Chip unsuccessfully tried to swallow it all. When I finally stopped shooting, I slid my slippery cock from his mouth. He looked up and smiled, a few drops of cum on his chin.

I collapsed beside him on the wet tile bench and threw my arm around his shoulder. Leaning over I kissed him on his cum-soaked lips. We both looked up and found the blond guy standing before us, eagerly jerking his cock. Chip and I shared the duties this time, both of us licking and sucking his huge cock. We ended up with our lips meeting, wrapped around his shaft as he fucked between us. When he did reach his orgasm, Chip and I shared the reward, getting both our faces drenched in hot cum.

The rest of the night was a blur. We stayed at the baths until early morning, and ended up having breakfast in our tuxedos at a local diner. Chip and I never had sex again after that night, and luckily it didn’t change our relationship at work either. I still see him and his wife occasionally nowadays on a social level and I value their friendship. We never discussed that night at the baths afterward. I suppose it was just an experiment for Chip. I am just glad I was there to assist. The memory has given me many enjoyable nights since then, and I can never get into a tuxedo that I don’t get a twinge of sexual energy from what was really a grand opening for us both.

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If you haven’t read the first part to this I’d recommend a quick run through to get caught up to speed on the events up to this point. See “Had to Improvise – prelude”.

*****

Finally, we’re back to the current day and the events that shook me one more time, even more this time than before:

Months have gone by since we started down this road. I’ve performed in front of Steve countless times both with and without the camera, probably more times without at this point. Since we started we’ve mixed in other action to the scenes but they’ve still all been focused on me getting off for the camera.

Here we are again, meeting up in a hotel room to shoot another video. We’ve been doing this for more than a few years now, ever since the summer after my 1st year in college, but it’s been a while since we last met up like this. The nerves that used to come at these times have long since ceased to be a problem.

I’ve grown to like getting off with some variety and Steve sucks cock better than any girl I’ve known. As time has gone on I’ve come to believe that he isn’t in this just for the money. I’m almost positive that he craves my cock and my creamy loads, maybe even as much as the viewers must envision.

The nerves may be gone but there is definitely still something else there. We haven’t met up to film one of these for quite awhile so the anticipation and accompanying excitement are at a high.

After hanging out and catching up for a little while we put together a “script”. The plan is for Steve to lay on the bed on his back. I’ll strip and then approach the bed before climbing on and straddling his chest, then inching forward to start the show. That was about the gist of it so we just jumped in. We’ve done enough of these that we know where to take it from there.

Once I’m on the bed and in place I begin my move forward. I stay up tall on my knees as I move to hover over his face, my cock still soft pointing down enticingly above his mouth.

Rather than lowering it to his mouth I move slightly further forward before dropping down slowly until my balls meet his lips. Steve kisses first the right, then the left, before pushing his head down to lick from me perineum back up to the space between my balls. He repeats this, working his tongue from side to side as he journeys back up to my balls

I’m straining to focus on anything but what he is doing to me. I want this to last so I exert as much control as I can in order to continue to keep my cock laying softly on his cheek, wanting to hold off the coming erection.

My desire is building with each pass but I am still able to keep some control. Finally I let myself move again. I’m almost ready for this to really move forward so I decide to help things along, encouraging him to continue, and move my hips back as he licks forward then forward as he moves back.

My movements are small but he can tell that he is on the right track. I’m still soft but he can feel more pressure as my cock swells and weighs heavier on his cheek as it reaches further and covers more of his face.

As this keeps up my thoughts go back and forth from focusing on keeping from growing too hard and focusing on encouraging him to continue pleasuring me the way he is doing so well. I continue to slowly rock my hips back and forth in time with his movements. His neck and jaw are working as he pushes his tongue down between my legs and snakes it back up to the base of my cock.

The pumping of my hips is starting to get more desperate as his tongue continues to caress me from below. I’m thrusting my hips more in time with his movements, losing myself to the pleasure.

Steve is almost stationary now as I have mostly taken over the back and forth movement, my lust beginning to build for real. I’m starting to harden slightly as I continue to rock my hips. He can sense it and begins to get into it more as well.

He resumes his movements but my forward travel doesn’t change and suddenly I feel his tongue pass across my tight back door and I flinch. But, oddly, the flinch was due to a new kind of pleasure. Steve senses my surprise so he holds still for a moment to see what I will do next, tongue still pressed up against me.

Rather than holding still I continue to work myself across his tongue. With him now frozen in place I have to continue the work. Now curious, I thrust my hips further forward, placing his tongue delightfully against my hole again before moving them back and gliding his tongue back up between my balls.

Once again I thrust forward until I can feel his tongue on my rosebud but this time I hold still, enjoying the feeling of his wet tongue pressed against me. Before I have a chance to move again he starts to lick side to side and in circles around my tight pucker. I’ve never felt this before and I soon realize that this is an amazing new sensation.

I continue to hold in place, reveling in this new experience. When I look down I realize that my member is no longer laying softly on his face. Instead it göztepe escort is rock solid and jutting out in the air, begging for attention.

I can’t hold back any longer. I want to shoot and I want to shoot soon so with some disappointment I move back, taking his tongue away from my pucker, driving it back up between and past my balls.

My hips continue their journey back and Steve lifts his head to trace his tongue hungrily up the bottom of my shaft before circling it around my head and then sucking it into his waiting mouth. With the buildup I’ve already had, the feeling of his warm mouth around my rock hard cock is almost too much and it takes all of my focus and control to not flood his mouth my seed.

I hold still for a moment and he can tell that I’m close to blowing so he isn’t moving anymore either. Finally, I feel like I’ve regained my composure enough so I start to thrust deeper into his mouth again. Feeling my shallow strokes, it’s an obvious cue to Steve that he can resume so he quickly joins in once again.

I had forgotten how amazing Steve’s blowjobs are but it only took about 5 seconds in his mouth for it all to come rushing back. The sensations from his skills are enough alone but the hunger that he shows while devouring my rod gets me going even more. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure and I lean back to rest my weight on my arms behind me as I stare blankly up at the ceiling.

My movements are somewhat clumsy as I arch back, which shouldn’t come as a surprise given my current situation. On my way back my hand briefly finds Steve’s crotch before I correct my aim and guide it back onto his leg. My long time suspicions have finally be confirmed. I’m now positive that he is in this for more than just the easy money. The straining front of his pants is a clear sign that he is really enjoying my cock filling his mouth.

Having someone so obviously into sucking my cock is a huge turn-on that I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before. In fact, it’s too much of a turn-on in this moment. Before I can give it a second thought the climax that I’ve been so successfully holding off pushes its way forward full force.

The building orgasm has taken over and I can’t think of anything. Until looking back after my pleasure overload has subsided, I don’t even notice the little voice in the back of my head reminding me that we are actually filming right now. This moment has become all about my pleasure and it is not leaving me disappointed.

My balls pull up tight to my body and my engorged cock is as swollen as it’s ever been. Finally, I lose all self-control and my cock starts to throb and pulse right before the creamy cum erupts into Steve’s expert mouth. I can tell immediately that this is going to be one of my biggest loads that I’ve ever let loose.

As I flood Steve’s mouth he swallows frantically to take it all down. He has pulled back so that only the first couple of inches of my turgid rod are in his mouth in order to make more room for my creamy deposits. He takes gulp after gulp as I pour more into him, never losing a drop.

As the eruptions finally start to subside the pistoning up and down of Steve’s Adam’s apple slows as well. Finally, after slowing to a dribble Steve finishes milking the last drops, then he is able to pull back and release my now slowly softening cock from his warm mouth. Rather than completely finishing the task he takes a moment to show me the last mouthful before closing his eyes, moaning with apparent delight and slowly swallowing it down.

Steve starts to stir so I shuffle backwards, making my way back off of his chest so he can sit or at least prop himself up. As I get to his stomach he finally speaks, breaking the silence that to this point had only been disturbed by slurping and moaning. “Well, so much for the money shot.”

I continue to slide backwards as he props himself up on his elbows. I decide to make my way all of the way to his thighs before lifting a leg over to completely dismount. On my way, I pause while hovering over his lap and I respond in a mock defensive tone, “Sorry, I got too caught up in the pleasure and completely lost track of everything beyond my building orgasm.”

I let me weight settle down onto his lap briefly. With a smirk and a raised eyebrow I follow up, “Apparently someone else got caught up in it too!” before dragging myself back the rest of the way to his thighs and then off to his side to sit on the edge of the bed.

He seems slightly embarrassed about his obvious arousal but he just blushes and looks quickly away, unsure of how to respond.

Finally Steve recovers enough to speak, “It’s too bad man. I know you were looking forward to getting a little quick cash but we kind of blew that didn’t we?”

Shaking my head in mock exasperation, I respond, “Yes we did, both in our own way.” and we both laugh at the juvenile joke. I’m pretty sure that kind of humor will never stop being funny to me, and he seems to be in the çorlu escort same boat.

I get up and walk over to stop the recording. While behind the camera, “We could still salvage this and at least get a little spending money” I announce, but it comes out as a mix between a statement and a question.

Steve looks at me a little wide eyed, “Damn! Are you ready to go again already?!”

“No, but I can work the camera while you get yourself off. Let’s be honest…you’re clearly horny and it’ll be a nice change of pace to see how you feel about shooting a load for who knows how many people will watch this video.”

He doesn’t immediately respond. He puts on a show of debating whether he’ll do it but I’m pretty sure it’s already a done deal. I gently prod one more time, “I’ll just be over here casually working the camera while you’re over there working your rod. What do you say? It’s only fair!”

“Alright, fine. Just let me hit the bathroom first, make sure I’m not a hot mess.” Climbing off the bed he mutters, voice shaking slightly, “Be right back.”

I hear the water turn on and water splashing in the sink. It sounds like he’s probably splashing some water on his face, trying to get up the nerve to be the focus on the other side of the camera for a change. After a couple more minutes the door opens slowly so I start the camera rolling and point it in his direction. He strolls back into the room, shoes and shirt off, pants unbuttoned and zipper down showing the top half of the front of the briefs that are hugging his package. The only thing I can’t tell as I watch through the camera lens is how long they are in the front…briefs, boxer briefs, bikini briefs?

I can see the nerves as he approaches the foot of the bed. His pants are starting to slide down a little from the movement and it’s playing out perfectly for the camera. He reaches his hand forward and I’m assuming he’s going to pull his pants back up, but instead he slides it inside and cups his package with his hand. It’s no longer jutting out like before but it’s a decent size nonetheless.

Steve’s hands are still a little shaky as he pulls his hand back and then uses them both to push his pants off of his hips and then let them fall to the floor, quickly answering my previous silent question…He’s got on a seriously skimpy pair of bikini briefs that barely cover everything in front, holding up and accentuating what appears to be a decent sized package. He makes to hook his thumbs into his waistband, likely anxious to get this over with but as he looks up I just shake my hide and then mouth “slow down”.

He complies and slides his thumbs forward, still inside his waistband and proceeds to tease the camera, pulling the front down until you can almost see the base of his manhood and the silky smooth skin above before pulling it back up. I nod my head and give him a thumbs up. This is actually some pretty good stuff. If this was a girl playing these games in front of me I’d be dying to see what comes next. Instead, I’m just impressed with how well he is working it right now. Apparently all of the time he’s spent behind the camera has paid off, helped him to pick up on what sells, what keeps people intrigued.

With one thumb still hooked in his briefs he moves his right hand up to tweak one of his nipples before caressing his chest. As he slides it down his stomach back toward his waste he starts to pull the front of his briefs down dangerously close to putting on more of a display. Before I can motion for him to slow down again his right hand slides down the rest of the way, slipping in to barely block the camera’s view just in time. As the left hand moves to give a show the right hand moves to hide, just barely winning out.

Satisfied that his tease was successful he pulls the cover back up, leaving his right hand enveloped with the package inside. The movement of his hand as it caresses himself is obvious underneath the thin fabric stretched out on top. After a few moments of this display a nod my approval, giving him permission to continue on.

He pulls his hand free again and I can’t help but notice that even with all of the excitement of the exhibitionism for the camera and the erotic caressing of his bare skin he hasn’t grown any further. He’s showing great control to this point, better than I ever did early on. I take my hands from the camera and motion a recommendation of what to do next and he (eagerly?) complies. Hooking his thumbs back into his waistband he begins to pull down but as he does he slides his hands around until they are behind him. He only stretches the sides and uncovers his backside which is still hidden from view.

No longer shaky, Steve looks like he is actually enjoying himself, but I still have more directing to do. I motion to him one more time and again he follows my lead. He pushes down once more and uncovers his backside, this time starting to turn as if to finally show himself to the camera. Instead while continuing ümraniye escort to turn he simultaneously pulls back up so that the waistband finds its home again by the time he is facing away.

Even with the tease complete the camera is still met with a surprise. Where I assumed to see the seat of his briefs I can only see the skin of Steve’s ass, an inch-wide strip of fabric trailing away from the waistband to disappear in between his smooth mounds. As he looks seductively over his shoulder back to the camera I nod once again, tilting my head down toward the floor. He doesn’t need any more coaching beyond that.

Turning back away he looks down as if to study what he is going to do next. His hands haven’t moved from their positions at his waist. With thumbs still hooked inside he pushes down one last time, ever so slowly pulling the buried cloth from between his cheeks as the attached band slides past. He bends forward further and further in order to lower the thong all of the way to the floor. In unison with his movements I crouch, zooming the camera slightly on his ass as a lower down to get a shot angled up from below.

When Steve finally steps free of his thong his feet settle about shoulder width apart. He rests the weight of his upper body on his right hand which he has placed on the end of the bed. Reaching forward and down he places his thong on the floor back toward the far side of the bed. When he reaches forward his back arches slightly as he pushes his hips back to maintain his balance. It’s in this moment that the camera finally catches what it has been waiting for, what viewers must now be salivating for.

With my current angle I am able to peer through his legs and zoom the camera in, recording a great closeup view of his balls and what is visible of the meat hanging between his legs. It’s only a quick shot though as I’m forced to zoom back out as he stands back up and turns slightly to climb onto the bed. Following the action I stand back up as well and pan over as he crawls up onto the bed. On all fours for a short moment, the camera is presented with a treat, a full unobstructed view of his ass as he makes his way forward to grab the pillows and pile them up before resting on them as he finally rolls over onto his side.

The camera is finally presented with a full frontal view of all of his glory. I guide the camera from his toes, which are closest to where I stand, all of the way up to his face. I take my time, letting the camera soak it all in as I take everyone on this visual journey.

As I’m making my way up I realize for the first time that he is completely smooth, not a hair to be seen from his toes all of the way up to his now confident, smiling face. I’m starting to realize that what I thought was great direction early on was probably nothing more than a little reminder of what he already knew, a little boost that helped get him going. Well, now that he’s in control I can just focus on working the camera and let him take over the performance.

And take over he did. His hands worked over his chest, his abs, between his legs before finally cupping his balls and beginning to stroke his now semi-hard cock. Not even fully hard it has easily passed six inches, maybe seven, with good thickness, nicely filling his hand as it slides slowly from base to tip and back again. While stroking he continues to cup and caress his balls, working them like only a man knows how.

Knowing what I like in a video I decide to improvise a little. I place the camera back onto the tripod and make sure it is angled just right and zoomed in at a good level. Once satisfied with my setup I grab my phone so I can continue filming freehand with it, giving us some different angles to play with when we edit. With it being small and light I can get into more positions with ease, capturing all different points of view.

Initially I try to stay out of view of the main camera in order to not ruin the shots, but then something dawned on me. As comfortable as we’ve gotten over the years I hadn’t even realized up until now that I had never gotten dressed after my scene earlier. It might make for some even better shots having me so blatantly filming him, looking as if we are making a home video.

I continue to make the rounds, now moving freely about on the bed on all sides of him. I get some video of him from laying on my stomach between his legs looking up the action from underneath. I even got some standing above, straddling him to get a good shot pointing straight down onto the action from up above. Getting more bold, I start moving him slightly here and there. Still standing over him facing down toward his feet with my feet on either side of his chest I bend down to move his arms slightly. I want just the right shot without too much of his arms getting in the way so I carefully place one hand back on his balls and the other gripped around his cock. Perfect!

This has gone on for what must seem like forever to Steve so I decide that there is just one more angle that I want to get. I really wanted a closeup shot showing what it would look like from Steve’s eyes as he looks down to watch himself stroke and caress. I bend down slightly and hold the phone below me close to his chest, pointing toward the action from the angle that I think I want, only I can’t tell for sure because I can’t see the screen from this angle.

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I used to go out with Joanne a few years back but as with my previous other relationships it tapered off to the point where we were more or less fuck buddies. Joanne is about 5’7″ tall with smallish breasts that have dark thick nipples that jut out and seemingly always want to be sucked, licked and stroked. Her stomach is flat but has the hallmarks of childbirth with a gradual bulge down towards her pubic hair.

Lying back on the bed with her legs open she looks beautiful. Her pussy lips are long and stick out about an inch when she is lubricated and aroused. Her body is almost hairless except for her cunt, which is very hairy and extends all the back up the crack of her pear shaped arse.

Normally Joanne is, if anything, a bit quiet but once in bed turned into a slut whose language gets more and more primitive the more she gets excited. It degenerates into series of words screamed out at the top of her lungs like “yes”, “fuck me”, “harder”, “cock”, “please fuck me up my arse”, “ohhh”, “aaaarrgh”. She is a real slut who needs to be fucked — and doesn’t care what hole my cock is in as long as it is in. Sometimes I would arrive home and find her in the kitchen. Without saying anything I would pull off her pants and bend her over the bench and slop cooking oil all over her arse so I could slip in her bottom more easily. There would be bent over the kitchen bench heaving and straining, yelling out for me to fuck tuzla escort her up the arse harder.

Like I said earlier, things tapered off until we were just fuck buddies. This suited both of us in a lot of ways. She was bi sexual anyway and had a girlfriend who she would visit and lick the juice out her cunt.

Although I didn’t have sex with men I had always had gay tendencies and would sometimes drop I at public toilets to catch a glimpse of a nice fat cock being played with.

There are some toilets not too far from where Joanne lives that I stop off at some times. Through the small hole between the cubicles you often get to see someone playing with themselves or being sucked off.

About twelve months ago I looked through the hole and got the shock of my life when I saw Joanne’s son Ben who turned eighteen last year. I knew it was Ben because of his watch and also the recent cut on his left hand. I stayed there studying his cock, which was nice and thick and had a very large purple head like a mushroom. All of a sudden he started jerking and his muscles started straining. I had forgotten how cum spurts out when you are young but there it was jetting out in long pulses splatting noisily onto the floor.

Ben had always been a bit of a handful for Joanne and was often very moody and difficult to get on with. Over the next week I got to pendik escort thinking, I wonder if Ben would like to go away for a weekend of camping and fishing. After having a word to his Mum I asked Ben who surprisingly said yes.

We set out on the Friday night the following weekend and after some early awkwardness were chatting away about whatever sprang to mind. It was getting late by the time we reached our destination, had something to eat and set up the tent. After talking for a while we both went to sleep. The following day was spent walking through the bush and across the river to a quiet spot where we threw our fishing rods in to the water and relaxed in the warm sun.

We had finished out dinner early that day and sat for a while by the fire looking at the flames and glowing embers. Eventually I sprang up to announce that I was going down to the stream for a cleansing swim. I had been in the water for a while before Ben came down to do the same. He started slowly stripping off down to his jocks which he kept on. By the time he entered the water my cock was very hard which he noticed straight away. The fact that he stayed there was a good sign. After a few minutes I could see that his jocks were tenting out and I could clearly see the outline of his knob.

I just smiled at him and reached out for his cock. I rolled his knob around through maltepe escort his jocks and he got stiffer and stiffer. I reached out with the other hand and gently pulled his jocks down and off. He nodded obediently when I suggested we go back to the tent where it would be more comfortable.

Once inside the tent I took his hand and pulled him towards me where I could run my hands up and down his body, feeling the curves of his bum and the flat tight muscles of his stomach. He was breathing deeply by the time I reached his cock. It was just over six inches long but very thick and uncircumcised. Like his mother he had almost no body hair except his dense, thick, pubic hair.

I knelt down in front of him a lovingly licked his cock, up and down, up and down the shaft. Down a bit further, a bit further until I am licking his balls which are hanging a long way down. I suck one up into my mouth and roll it around and then the other one. At the same time I am stroking the globes of his bum both hands and gently running my fingers down his crack.

He is moaning and panting and is gripping my shoulders by the time I start licking the head of his penis around and around with my tongue. When I think he is ready I slowly start sucking the rest of his penis into my mouth until it is right down my throat. He is very worked up by this time and I can feel his body becoming rigid and his breathing becoming deeper and deeper when all of a sudden I start to feel his cock throbbing and squirting warm cum down the back of my throat. His body is shaking violently as he keeps on squirting into my mouth hanging onto my shoulders tighter and tighter until the waves of pleasure start subsiding. Slowly his penis starts becoming soft until it is swollen and half hard.

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I know I am not a very good writer. This is just a way for me to get my fantasies out. If you enjoy then wonderful.

Players:

Me: Brian

Roommate: Sam

Girl: Kelly

I was going into my senior year in college. One last year to party and have fun before buckling down, and getting a job. Over the summer, when I received my housing form asking for preference of roommates, I selected no preference. I was hoping to be assigned with a much more liberal roommate that could help open me up and show me how to have fun. I was paired up with Same, and he more than changed my life forever.

Since it was my senior year, I got a much nicer dorm room. It was more like a studio apartment, small kitchen, and our own bathroom. When I arrive to settle in, my roommate had already done so. At first I thought I was in the wrong room, there was pink everywhere.

“Hey there, you must be Brian.”

I turned around, out he came from the bathroom, wrapped in a pink towel, walking towards his desk.

“Hey Sam?” He smiled. “Very nice to meet you, looking forward to a fun year together.”

I got set up and got to know Sam. He was a good guy. He let me know he was gay, and let him know it didn’t bother me one bit. He was relieved as he felt he was finally ready to unleash himself. We got to know each other really well over the first month, and I felt myself opening up to him more and more as well. I told him my struggles finding a girl, types of porn I watched. We started to get naked together in the room, just feeling free with one another. It was never a problem to walk in on each other masturbating to porn. We would just check out what each other were watching and move on.

Then, after the first month, Sam came home with the most stunning beauty I have ever seen. She was tall, had long legs, straight back hair. I was more than smitten. She was a bit of a goth, and it turned me on to no end. She was in a short black skirt, ripped stockings, black boots, and various dark tops. All complimented by her black eyeliner and dark lipstick. She had pert B cup breasts, and was skinny. Everything was perfect for me.

She never so much as shot me look though. She followed Sam around everywhere. On the laptop, in the kitchen, when he went out, and even to the bathroom. She would follow him when he showered, and followed him out in his pink towel. I tried to join in on their conversations, and while Sam included me, she just went to her phone.

When she finally left at night, and we got naked, I asked about her. I told him I was smitten and would love to find a way to take her out.

“Don’t waste your time with Kelly, she only goes for gay guys.”

“So are you with her?” A look of disappointment over my face.

He laughed “No no, you are more my type.”

My dick pulsed when he said that, and I know he saw it to, as he stared right down at it. I am not sure why I got excited, maybe just thinking he was into me turned me on. I remembered why I selected no preference in the roommate form. A wicked idea began to form. Time to have some fun.

“Well, I think I am willing to do whatever it takes to have a shot with Kelly.” Smirking as I gripped my cock.

“What do you have in mind Brian.” Gripping his own cock now as well.

“What if I show her I am willing to go gay for her?” Slowing raising my hand up and down my shaft. Starting to breath heavier.

“She would know it is just an act, you would really have to get into it, and show her you know how to please a man.” Equally breathing heavier and stroking up and down.

“Well, I am willing to learn, if you are willing to teach me.” I winked at Sam and opened my legs wider, working my tool harder.

“If we are going to do this Brian, time to lay down some rules.”

Over the next hour, we outlined a plan on how to turn me gay in the next month. Rule one, was we will always be naked in our room. Second was that, we will always shower together, to help clean each other and learn each others bodies. Third, I will do what he says, no matter what. Fourth, I will learn to love cock and cum. Over the next month, he will train me to kiss a man, stroke a man, blow a man, and take a cock like a man.

I agreed with his terms.

“To seal this deal, we are going cum together, on each others cocks.”

Why was I so turned on by this?! I nodded in agreement.

“Come sit on the bed with your legs spread and hold the base of your cock.”

I hopped up and awaited further instruction. He maltepe escort got on the bed with me, placed his legs over mine and scooted in real close. So close that cocks met, and pointed straight up together. When our cocks connected, electricity shot through my body. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. I almost came right there. Pre-cum oozed out down our cocks, covering his and mine, which set off his as well. He gripped both our cocks together and stroked us together.

“OH MY GOD!” I started thrusting up into him. My eyes were in the back of my head, my whole body was vibrating with pleasure. “I cant hold it, I am going to cum!!” I was screaming.

“Let go Brian, cum on me, cum on me!” I couldn’t hold it. Cum erupted between us, and landed on myself and Sam. I fell back on the bed in utter pleasure, panting like I had just ran a mile. Sam, leaned over me and stroked his cock on top of mine till he came as well. I was laying there covered in his cum and mine.

“Sleep well tonight Brian, our training starts tomorrow!”

———-

Over the next month we began our routine. After Kelly left, we would immediately strip naked and he begin to train me. No matter what we do, I will be eating all the cum. I have to get used to the taste. The first week we will practice kissing, and each week build on it. First kissing, then kissing and hand jobs, then kissing and hand jobs and blow jobs. Then finally kissing, hand jobs, blow jobs and anal training with toys. The first time you take a cock will be in front of Kelly he said.

Kissing Sam was weird at first. He is not as soft as a female, but he was definitely more intense. Our make out sessions every night would get very heated. I learned where to touch his body to get him more excited. Sliding my hands up and down his back, his legs, and always pulling him into me. We make out all over the place, in bed, standing, on our small couch. Our cocks always mashed together. Once we would separate, there would always be a string of pre-cum connecting us together. It would take one stroke for me to cum in my hand and slurp it up. Followed by him cumming on me somewhere, after which I would scoop up and share in a kiss with him.

The next week, once we started making out, I would slide my hand down his body to his luscious cock. I would slide back and forth, while I tickled his tongue. We got on his bed, and I would cuddle up right next to him. I would then lean over and lick his lips as my hand would gently cup his balls. I would feel the weight in my hands as I nudged his mouth open with my tongue. Sliding my fingers up and down, while I looked into his eyes. I would grind my cock along his hip, leaving a trail of pre-cum on his waist. I felt him tighten up and felt his cum rise through his balls and erupt all over his chest, setting off my own explosion. The final day of that week, Sam gave me a hand job. We started making out and as my hand drifted down, he spun me around, and nestled up right behind me. I titled my head to the side as we resumed kissing. His hand traced down my chest to my cock, standing straight up. Wiggling his hips, his cock resting atop my cheeks, he started to grind into me while he massaged my cock. I was sooooo turned on. Feeling the heat of his cock between my cheeks, the side kiss, I did not last long. Luckily after I came all over the floor this time, he did not make me clean it up with my tongue. Though while I was down there cleaning up, he did cum on my very welcoming face. I was starting to really become his personal slut, and I was loving it.

In the third week, I found myself staring at his beautiful erect cock, between his spread thighs. I was on my knees, in front of him, drooling at the pillar above me. I crawled over, pulling his cock to one side, I slowly tickled his anus with my tongue. Feeling his balls resting on my nose. I Eskimo kissed his balls, then dragged my tongue up his long shaft. After slapping my face with his thick cock a few times, I popped my head over his, slurping and sucking his amazing cock. My hand stroked my own, as my other squeezed his balls while my head bobbed up and down. This was by far my favorite activity with Sam. I loved being between his legs, me on all fours, my back arched, butt waving in the air, with a hot piece of meat in my mouth. I fed off his moans which made my own cock throb harder. I could almost cum without touching myself while I sucked his cock.

The final week before I came out manavgat escort to Kelly, was my anal training. I was nervous by very excited. I loved when Sam rested his cock between my cheeks, and now we were almost there. Once naked, he laid out a series of butt plugs on the bed along with some lubes. I was instructed to wear them all day and night to start to stretch my anus for him. Then he pulled out another box of dildos, which all had suction cups on them. When we play I would remove my butt plug and sit on these progressively larger dildos while I sucked his cock. We stuck one on the toilet and I would bounce up and down on it as he stood over me, sliding his head over my lips. We put one on the shower wall, and I would fuck myself against it while feasting on his glorious cock. Bouncing on that dildo and his cock started to make me wonder if I could ever go back to girls after this. The feeling of being full on both ends was too exciting for me to ignore. But as the next night came, and Kelly swung by, I knew I couldn’t be fully swayed to the mighty penis 🙂

———-

Today was the day. Today I was going to ask out Kelly one last time before I showed her how kinky I can be for her. I was so excited and nervous I decided to skip classes and stay home. Gave myself an extra chance to practice with the dildo to loosen me up for Sam. I had a feeling she would turn me down yet again. But this time I was prepared!

They came in together as usual, and again I was just awestruck by her beauty. Its not for everyone, but I just love a goth chick. Today she had on her normal black boots, with black and white knee high socks. She had a crumpled black skirt, and a black denim jacket over a white tank top cut at the midriff. Her black hair was straight and just past her shoulders. Black eyeliner and she was wearing a choker. I had a hard on for this girl with her clothes on!

Once we all settled on the couch to watch some TV, had Futurama playing, I spoke to Kelly.

“I know I have asked you out before, but I would love to take you out. I would love to show you the kind of guy I can be.”

“I am sorry Brian, its nothing against you, your just not my type of guy.”

“Allrighty, its OK. Sam I am going to hit the shower, care to join?”

“Sure 🙂 “

Kelly looked confused, but none the less followed Sam into the bathroom like she normally does.

She sat on the toilet and pulled out her phone. Once we we all together in the bathroom, I pulled Sam in for a kiss, rolling my hands down his body as he did the same. We made a slurping sound during our kiss, and we heard a drop. We both looked at her, her jaw wide open, legs spread arms to her side. She was in shock and dropped her phone. Sam resumed kissing my neck as he started to unbutton my pants.

“Well Kelly, if you wont go out with me, I guess I will have to play with Sam.”

My pants hit the floor and I lifted my arms as Sam raised my shirt above my head. I devoured his face again, while I lifted his shirt off only separating for a moment to pull it off. I sucked his tongue as my hands went to his pants and slid them down. When they fell, I stepped back for two reasons, for Kelly to see us fully and to admire him. I licked my lips and stepped back to him, rotating my hips, sliding my hard cock on his. He slapped my ass, then pulled me into him. I reached over to turn on the hot water and felt Kelly’s hand there already. I turned to her, still had shock all over her face and her legs were trembling. Sam stepped in and pulled me by my cock in to follow. Closing the clear curtain, all she could see now was our blurred silhouettes. I smiled at Sam, he smiled back.

I pointed my cock to his, and we rubbed our heads together, I let out a guttural moan in my excitement. From the outside it looked like we were connected through our cocks. I grabbed the body wash and dripped it down between us, coating our cocks together. We pulled each other close and began humping each other, sliding our cocks together. A steady stream of moans came from us both as we frot our cocks together. Continuing to hump his cock, I pull him into me so I can kiss him hard, rolling my tongue along his as did our cocks. He flipped me around and spread my legs. I pushed my hands against the shower wall, as he humped his cock along my cheeks. It looked liked he was fucking me good. And I made sure to groan extra loud.

After a little bit, we stood up to rinse the soap off while making şişli escort out. I turned off the water and pulled the curtain aside, cock pointing straight out with Sams. Kelly was sitting there, in her boots and knee high socks and nothing else. Her legs completely spread while she fingered her bald pussy with one hand and gripping her tits with the other. Her head was back and her eyes closed in ecstasy.

I gripped Sam’s cock, “If you want to continue to watch the show you can follow us”. I pulled him along, still wet from our shower. No need to dry off, I needed his cock now. Back in our sitting area, Kelly rushed along and plopped back on the couch and immediately went back to working her pussy. She bit her lower lip and her eyeliner had streaked down her face with her sweat. I gave Same a quick kiss, then slid down his body, nibbling his neck, then down his chest to his nipple, tickling his belly button till his cock was right in front of me. I slapped my face with it a couple of times before I devoured it. No more soft and sensual, I wanted to slurp his dick up. I grabbed his hips and bobbed up and down rapidly. My cock still pointing straight up as he fucked my face.

I pulled his cock all the way out, holding just the tip on my turn and turned my head to her and smiled. Kelly just paused and shook, an orgasm over took her. I smiled and went back to work. I shifted Sam around so that he was facing her and my back was to Kelly. I bobbed up and down and snuck one hand around to tickle my ass. I started to slide a finger in my ass while Kelly watched. I was getting ready to have my ass taken.

Sam pushed me off and told me to bend over the table. I slowly complied, stepping up to the table, spreading my legs wide and resting my chest down. I looked over at Kelly and pulled my cheeks apart. Sam came back dripping lube down my cheeks and slowly fingering it in. Looking directly at Kelly I moaned and contorted my face for her. Sam lubed up his cock and slowly pressed the head in. Once it popped in, he rested there while I got used to it. I was semi broken in from the dildos but still nothing compares to the real thing. He slowly slid forward every minute till his balls tickled my ass. I stroked my cock while he started to slowly thrust in and out. I close my eyes, I am to lost in pleasure now to see what Kelly is doing. I lean back up and turn my head so I can kiss Sam as he starts to thrust faster. He reaches around and pulls on me as we kiss. I cover my hand with his to slow him down or else I will cum to soon.

I whisper into Sam’s ear and he smiles. He slows down and pulls me around so I am facing Kelly, still stroking her clit. We walk forward to her, still connected. I lean forward and put my arms against the couch on either side of her head. I am directly facing her, bent over her. Looking her right in the eyes, Sam starts thrusting again. My cock is bouncing inches from her pussy as Sam slams into me. He is fucking me directly over her while I look her in the eyes. Her eyes stare back at me with pure lust. I am so turned on looking at her I cant hold it much longer.

“I am going to cum soon, I cant hold it…”

“Kelly, put your hand under his cock, catch all of his cum. I want you to feed it to him after he unloads.”

She just nods her head and cups her hand.

“Here I… CUMMMMMM… UGGNNNNNHHPHHHH!!”

Kelly catches spurt after spurt in her hand, trying to make sure not to lose a drop. With me cumming, my anus tightens around Sams cock and he cums hard in my ass, screaming in the process. We just stand there panting, his cock still in my ass as Kelly slowly raises her hand to my mouth. I lick her hand clean as she wipes it across my face. After she pulls her hand back and licks up whatever is left over. I lean forward and kiss her, slowly at first, but grows with intensity. A little cum spills out between us on her belly. I pull back and smile, I lower my head to her slit, and slowly lick up. She couldn’t hold it and immediately cums on my face.

Sam pulls back out and collapses on the bed. Still leaning over her, I ask her:

“So, can I take you out on a date 🙂 “

She smiles and we kiss.

———-

After that day, Kelly no longer followed Sam around. She followed me around. We were regularly naked in our studio and would have lots of sex. She got a strap-on and would fuck me with it. I would fuck her. She would watch me get fucked by Sam. Sam would watch us fuck. Sam found another friends with benefits and eventually I got spit roasted while Kelly watched. She would fuck me with the strap-on while Sam fucked his friend. Kelly brought one of her friends over to fuck me with a strap-on together while Sam watched. There were many couplings ahead. Me and Kelly stayed together for a very long time and had some amazing sexcapades. And it all started by going gay with my roommate.

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Hello guys and welcome to the third chapter this amazing love story, “Game of Love.” I love you guys a lot and I thank you for the support and love you’ve shown me. Let’s hop on this journey together to make it interesting and fun.

Don’t forget to drop your comments and rate this chapter. I am definitely looking forward to your comments, whether negative or positive because they inspire me a lot. I love you once again.

Raging love, feel the passion…

***

Sergio’s world was rocking even as he wrapped his arms tightly around the boy, their lips dancing in rhythm. But suddenly, Eric opened his eyes and realized what was really going on. He furiously hit Sergio on the chest as hard as he could and then pushed him, ending their passionate kiss.

Before Sergio even came back to his senses, he was given a really terrible slap that sent him about three steps backwards. He dropped his eyes to the ground without even looking at the boy. He was feeling really nervous and he had no idea why he instantly got confused.

“How dare you!” Eric roared, tears welling up in his eyes. “Who do you think you are? How dare you force your stupid lips on me?”

He raised his finger. “How dare you!” He didn’t even realize that tears were rolling down his cheeks. But for the rain, his entire face would have been flooded by tears. “You stupid, ugly disgusting man. Do you think that you can do whatever you want and whenever you want? Do you think you can have whomever you want? Disgusting!” He furiously rubbed his lips, feeling like something was crawling up his body. “How dare you kiss me!”

Sergio raised his face to stare into the boy’s face and what he saw was a whole lot of anger. He had meant to kiss him but what he saw scared him.

“I am sorry!”

“Sorry!” Eric roared. “What the fuck are you sorry for? Now you listen to me…” He warned. “…stay away from me. Do you understand? Stay the fuck away from me.”

He quickly turned and started rushing out of there without even looking behind him. He didn’t want to see Sergio’s face.

Sergio on the other hand remained standing in the rain like a statue, watching as the boy went further and further away from him. He was supposed to be happy… he was supposed to smile because everything had gone so well. But why did he feel the way he felt. He had kissed several guys before for fun but this one was very different and it got him so confused.

“Shit!” He groaned, furiously rushing to his car. He reached his car and drove off like a maniac.

***

Eric locked the door behind him, leaned towards it and slowly slid down. He was in so much pain and the tears were now visible on his face. He was rubbing his fingers on his lips as images of the incredible kiss that he had just received slowly formed in his mind.

He remembered the passion with which Sergio had kissed him, the moans, the cologne from the man and those powerful arms locked around his waist. It had been incredible but at that moment, all he got was pain and fear. He’d never been kissed in such a long time and it brought nothing but fear and pain to him.

“You bastard.” He sobbed softly. “You stupid bastard. How dare you kiss me! How dare you!”

Eric was experiencing really bad flashbacks, something that he really didn’t wanna remember.

“Why?” He screamed, gripping his hair. He was wet but he didn’t care about that.

***

2 years ago

*

Eric happily rushed upstairs to the gorgeous room, taking in a deep breath when he reached it. He was really, really happy because he had a great surprise for his boyfriend.

“Baby!” He hollered as he opened the door.

But Eric got the shock of his life when he was welcomed by sensual moans that filled the entire room. The two guys that were fucking their brains out on the bed were probably too busy fucking to notice or hear his voice.

Eric didn’t know when his face got covered in tears or when he began trembling. Pain, anger, fear and resentment swept him off his feet like a storm. His heart got broken to pieces right there and his entire strength left him.

Tristan, his Tristan was busy fucking someone else on that same bed were they usually laid together. They were busy fucking in doggy style, crying and moaning like they were in bliss. They didn’t have anything on and his boyfriend had his hands tightly on someone’s waist, hitting his ass cheeks and… God, it hurt so much.

Although he didn’t wanna believe that wasn’t his boyfriend, he could tell from the huge rose tattoo on his back that it was him.

“Tris… Tristan!” He quivered.

That was when his boyfriend and the guy he was fucking heard him. Tristan quickly took a glance behind him and once his eyes locked with the boy standing at the door, he cursed and quickly rose from the bed. He wanted to say something but it was too late, the boy was already rushing out of the room.

Eric was crying… he had his mouth covered and he felt like his heart had died. He was rushing şişli escort downstairs as fast as he could because he needed to get out of there. He loved Tristan too much and now this was happening. This was his first fucking relationship for goodness sake.

“Eric!” He heard a voice behind. “Please, my love wait!”

But Eric just increased his pace. He came downstairs and started rushing to the entrance before he was pulled back. He was staring into those beautiful green eyes, the very eyes that had made him to fall in love with the hunk standing in front him. He was sweat and he leaked of sex.

“Baby, please, I am so sorry!” Tristan pleaded, putting his hands together. “I… I don’t know what happened. He seduced me!”

“Sorry!” Eric yelled. “That’s all you can say to me. I just caught you fucking someone else and that’s all you can say to me. How could you do this to me? I trusted you… Didn’t you ever consider my feelings before you decided to cheat on me?”

Tristan shook his head. “Babe… I… I…” He was breathless. “…I didn’t know what came over me. I love you so much. I swear…”

“If you love me, you wouldn’t have done what you did.” Eric sobbed. “You’ve shuttered me. You’ve broken me and you’ve made a fool out of me. I have given you everything, everything that I am and everything that I cared for. But you’ve thrown them right in my face. You’ve totally broken me.”

“Please!” Tristan knelt down, holding Eric’s hand. “Forgive me. I’ll never do this again. You’re the one I love.”

“Don’t touch me!” Eric withdrew his hand. “If you truly love me then you wouldn’t have done this. You can go back. Your guest is waiting but please, stay away from me. I don’t wanna see you.”

With those words, he turned and rushed to the door. But he had only touched the knob when suddenly, he heard something, something that really made him stop and broke him completely.

“Go then!” Tristan said harshly. “Get the fuck out! You think you’re special but you’re not. After all, you’re just a mistress’ child, a bastard.”

Eric’s heart was completely destroyed by those words. He just stood still without even turning.

“Like mother, like son.” Tristan added.

Eric sobbed uncontrollably, taking a glance at the man that he had learned to love so much. He knew everything about Eric and he had accepted him like that. Tristan was three years older than Eric and they’d met in high school. They had been dating for almost 7 months. Tristan’s parents did not about their relationship. In their mind, they were only good friends. His mother did not know because he was at a boarding school away from home.

“Do you think anyone will love you?” He laughed, getting off his knees. “No one will love you aside from me when they realize you’re just a bastard. Me on the other hand, I can have whoever I want so whether you go away or not, it doesn’t make any difference to me.”

Eric closed his eyes, feeling tears rolling down his cheeks.

“You’re not even that good anyway. You’re only good for one thing. You might think guys like you but they only want one thing from you.” He laughed manically, getting closer. “Your best choice is to turn back and come back to me. We can forget about what has happened and start anew. You know I love you so much. Come back.”

Eric opened his eyes, slowly rubbing his tears. He then turned and went back to Tristan, staring right into his face. The guy was smiling.

“You’ve made the right decision now why…”

Before the guy finished his sentence, he was given a really huge blow to the head that sent him flying to the floor. He hit his head terribly and he had a cut on the forehead. He groaned in pain, trying to get up but he couldn’t it.

“Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought you’d do this, that you’re this kind of person.” Eric chuckled in his pain. “Not even if the devil had told me himself would I have believed. But thank you!” He sniveled. “Thank you very much for what you’ve done to me. I’ll never forget it.

You can have your fake love, your fake pride and your care to your heart’s content.”

He slowly turned, glanced at the guy that was looking at him with a blank face and stormed out of the house. That had been really terrible for him and as he was leaving that house, he promised himself not to get into another relationship again. He promised to try by all means to remain single.

***

Present Day

*

Eric rose from the floor and slowly walked to his bathroom. He had a really terrible headache and all the bad memories were back. Tristan was no longer a part of his life. His family had moved abroad like a year ago and he was a closed chapter of his life. This was that stupid Sergio’s fault. Tristan had been the last man to kiss him or get intimate with. Now that stupid Sergio had kissed him.

Eric looked into the mirror as he rubbed on his lips. He could still taste Sergio on them and those images of them kissing couldn’t just go away.

His eyes were red from tuzla escort crying and he was feeling a little bit cold. When he looked at himself in the mirror, he froze and just stared at the mirror.

“What are you doing, Eric!” He muttered, slowly starting to rub his tears. “Why are you letting him make you cry like this? You’re stronger than this and you’re smarter than this. It was just a kiss and it meant nothing to you. It’s not like he’s coming into your life.”

He opened the tap and washed his face clean. He looked much better and he knew what else had to be done to be completely fine. He needed to take a really hot shower. And that was what he was gonna do.

‘I’ll not let you get any closer, Sergio.’ He vowed, clenching his fist. ‘I will push you away, far away. You’ll be sorry for that kiss.’

That was a promise.

***

Sergio kept on turning on his comfy bed, failing to sleep no matter what he did. His heart was racing and his breaths were a bit harsh. He kept on thinking about what had happened that afternoon under the rain.

He could remember the kiss, the moans, the embrace and the way that kiss had taken him by surprise. He hadn’t really planned on it and honestly, he was supposed to be happy. But the effect that it had on him was something he hadn’t expected.

He lay on his back with his head on his palms, staring at the ceiling while images of them kissing played at the back of his mind. At one point, he got so lost that he didn’t even realize that he was smiling and licking his lips.

‘I don’t know what is making you resist me, Eric.’ He thought as he took in a deep breath. ‘But that kiss we had shared was really wonderful. In fact, the way you responded to my kiss has even motivated me to continue pursuing you. It will only be a matter of time before you give in to my charms. And then you’ll be in my bed.’

He didn’t even realize that he was chuckling to himself.

‘If a kiss can feel that way…’ He paused and moaned, rubbing on his lips sensually. His hormones were slowly taking over and he was getting horny. ‘…I wonder how sex with you will feel like. I can already imagine you moaning my name while I drive you insane. It’s a pity you had to be a part of this little bet. But when Sergio is challenged, he always has to prove them wrong.

I am so sorry for this. But like they say, don’t hate the player. Hate the game. Surely, all of us will go our separate ways after this.’

He took a deep breath and continued imagining and planning on how he was now gonna take his plan further. He needed to do it quick because the semester was only like two weeks from being over. He had to act fast.

***

“Okay like seriously, you guys my boyfriend is the best boyfriend ever.” Riya said, literally moaning. “What he did yesterday was absolutely amazing. I had no idea that when I went to his place, he’d give me such a gorgeous surprise. Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked as she extended her hand to show an expensive looking diamond bracelet.

“Wow!” Eric gasped, holding Riya’s hand sweetly. “This is so beautiful. I can’t even begin to imagine how much this must have cost.”

“That’s what happens when you’re in love.” Smith added, staring at the bracelet. “You’re willing to go miles just to see the one you love happy. That’s what love is about.”

The three friends continued going inside the building. They’d just come from having their lectures and they were a bit hungry. They just wanted to have some food in their tummies . Eric was dressed in a beautiful pure white shirt that was halfway buttoned up and tucked in a sexy skinny trouser with black shoes on his feet. He had his hair tied in a high fashion ponytail that made him look sexy as hell. So many eyes were on him that morning. His friends too were gorgeously dressed but of course, he was the best.

The three were almost exiting the building when suddenly a guard came rushing towards them.

“Excuse me, Sir…” He said, making them stop. “…sir Eric.”

Eric wondered why the guard was calling him. But that was when he saw that he was holding a beautiful red bouquet of flowers and a small expensive looking box.

“Sir, this was left for you by Mr. Alvarado.” The guard said with a smile, handing the small box. “Chocolates and flowers.”

He got the small box and he looked at it. It was truly chocolate, one of his favorite things on earth. And it had a note with it.

“What does it say?” Riya said happily, literally jumping.

‘I hope these flowers remind you of how much I like you and how sweet you are, like chocolates.’ The note read. ‘I am not sorry for kissing you the other day because it was the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me.’

Eric felt his anger slowly rising deep within him as images of their kiss flooded him. He looked at the guard and handed him back the chocolates, giving him a stern face.

“I don’t want them.” He said harshly.

“But sir…” The guard gulped. “…what am I supposed to do with pendik escort them? He specifically instructed…”

“Throw them in the trash.”

Without even hearing what the guard had to say to him, he started going away from him.

“Eric, hey…”

“Riya if you’re about to talk about Sergio then drop it.” He stopped and frowned. “I don’t wanna hear anything that has to do with that sick who is totally obsessed with me. Do you understand?”

Riya raised her hands like she was surrendering. “Yes, boss.” She teased, chuckling softly. “That is a no go topic.”

Eric smiled at her and just as they were about to turn, he got another surprise when he saw Diego rushing to him with a tall dark guy. God! Why couldn’t people just leave him alone?

“Hi, Eric!”

“Hey!” Eric smiled softly. “What’s up?”

“Well, remember my friend, Paul?” He said.

Eric smiled. “Yes, I remember.”

“Well,” Diego chuckled nervously. “Since it’s lunch time, we just decided to invite you for lunch. Are you free?”

Eric gave a smile. “Well, I can’t join you. You should have called first so that you shouldn’t have wasted your time coming here.” He looked at Paul and nodded. “It was nice seeing you again. Bye!”

Diego felt like an idiot when Eric just walked past him and left together with his friends rudely.

“Excuse me man…” Paul said with a frown on his face. “…I am so sorry for saying this but it just seems to me that he just gave you a cold shoulder right now.”

Diego chuckled, shaking his head. “No man. Me, a cold shoulder? He’s the kind that plays hard to get. I have got it under control.”

“Are you sure about what you’re about to do?” Paul asked. “He’s really beautiful and popular and you two are kinda friends but are you sure it’s going to work?”

“Why not?” He frowned and then burst into laughter. “Just take a very good look at me. I am classy, sexy, rich and also popular. And you also know me, I like it when a boy gives me such a hard time. It actually adds to my excitement. Let’s go and have lunch.”

The two men left happily.

***

Eric was seated at the edge of the pool with his legs in the water, busy smiling at his friends. He was holding a glass of pineapple juice, his favorite. He was only dressed in a sexy swimming trunks boxer that was really tight on him. His friends were in the pool and he was happy seeing them swim.

“Hey, what are you doing?” He giggled when Riya pulled on his legs.

“Trying to get you into the pool. It’s been almost thirty minutes since we arrived here and you haven’t even gotten wet. Let me remind you that you were the one that suggested this.”

“I know but…”

“No buts!” Riya swung her finger in the air. “You just have to come inside the pool. And besides, those guys over there have been checking you out since your arrival.”

Eric glanced at a group of guys that were staring at him with horny looks on their faces. He simply rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Alright, fine!”

He got up from where he sat and dived into the pool. He loved swimming because it always made him so happy. He had learnt how to swim after his maternal grandfather had taken him on a trip six years back at a resort, before he died. Although his grandfather had been mad at his mother for decisions that she had taken in her life, he loved him so very much and had even left a lot of money for his education after his death. Well, he didn’t have to worry about payments.

“Wanna race?” Smith yelled, pointing at his two friends. “Let’s see who’ll reach the other side fast.”

“You’re going down, Smith!” Eric hollered. “You too Riya.”

The three friends laughed and then they started racing in the water. Unfortunately, Riya beat the two of them and she was really happy. They didn’t really get surprised since Riya was great at swimming. Back in high school, she was the best swimmer in school.

After a long time being in the pool, Eric decided to get out and go and get a drink. But the moment he got out, it was to look into the face of Sergio who was standing right in front of him. He had a smile on his face, his hands on his hips and he was wearing a really tight swimsuit and Eric saw the outline of his cock but he looked away.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Eric snarled, staring at the guy. “I thought I told you to stay away from me.”

Sergio chuckled happily. “And hello to you too.” He was so excited seeing that face after almost two whole days. “And I didn’t follow you here. I came here to relax.” And of course, it was a lie. “But now that I have seen you here, perhaps we can swim together. I have missed you.”

Eric gripped his hair, trying to make himself calm. “I can’t deal with this shit!”

He quickly turned to leave but he bumped into someone really hard and was sent flying into the pool.

When Sergio saw that, he didn’t know how he reacted fast but he quickly jumped into the pool and held Eric, gripping his waist tighter. He was swimming with the boy to the edge.

“I got you.” He whispered. “I won’t let you go.”

“Will you get your hands off me?” Eric snarled but the guy was still holding him.

Sergio carefully took him to the edge and Eric got out before Sergio got out. Eric could have sworn Sergio had been checking him out when he was getting out. And he had placed that stupid cock of his directly on his ass.

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It hurt. It hurt a LOT!! Every thrust was painful, even with plenty of lube. There was no numbing, no getting used to the feel. It was just painful. Yet, I let him keep going, it had to feel good at some point.

An hour ago I was buzzed chatting online, horny as always when I drank. I loved drinking and chatting online, it was harmless fun, playing a role while drinking. Living out harmless gay fantasies. I took it too far this time.

We had chatted for a twenty minutes or so. I was sitting in my nylons, loving the way they felt, my cock was hard. Everything he typed, every word, just fed into what I needed, wanted. I slipped right int my role as a willing cocksucker.

The exchange got heated. He proved he was the dominant top I craved, in my mind at least. It didn’t take him long to get my real name. In my semi-drunken state, I was giving him everything he wanted.

He asked for my address. I willingly gave it to him. I was drunk, he had to have known, typos alone would have given that away.

“I’ll be there in ten, be showered and ready when I get there…”, that was the last thing he typed.

Without hesitation the water was drawn and the shower was going. I was shampooed, conditioned, and lathered up in less than 5 minutes, rinsed in 7. I had just finished drying myself off and slipped back into a fresh pair f hose when I heard the knock at the door.

I ran to open it. I didn’t even think to see if it was him before I opened the door. At that point I don’t think I cared. I was in pantyhose and I was horny. I opened the door, my cock hard and tenting my izmir escort pantyhose.

“Good boy, now get on your knees.” he said as he walked through the door.

I was on my knees, my hand already reaching for his crotch as the door shut behind him. I unzipped his pants. His cock sprang out, no underwear and half hard.

“Suck it fag.”

I had no choice, the authority in his voice, I was compelled. I licked my lips, then his shaft. His cock twitched at my tongue’s touch. my hand wrapped around his girth, my lips parted. His cock entered my mouth. I did the best I could to keep my teeth off of his dick. I was salivating, my first cock. I took him as deep as I could, gagging right away. I couldn’t get past my gag reflex. Every story I read was a lie, I couldn’t power through it, take it and breath through my nose.

I choked going back down, I tried to take it all. Coughing, choking, spitting… it was all too much. I wrapped my fingers around the base and started stroking. Only taking in as much of his cock as I could, stroking the rest.

“That’s it faggot, do your best. Prove your mouth is worth my cum.”

His words hurt, I was determined though. I was going to make him cum. I was going to swallow what he shot in my mouth. I continued my sucking and stroking. My jaw was getting tired. I regretted boasting my oral skills in our chat earlier.

“Enough of this, you’re wasting my time. I knew you were lying the second you started talking about sucking cock. I wanted to see how far you would go before giving kahramanmaraş escort up. You tried like a champ, I’ll give you that.”

“Since you lied about the cocksucking, I’m guessing you also lied about getting fucked. Right?”

His cock still in my mouth, I could only nod a yes.

“I can’t say I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.” he said, pulling his cock from my lips.

“Get up,” he said. “Bend over the couch. Tonight is the night your ass gets taken. It will hurt.”

I panicked, what could I do.

“I’ll make this easy for you. You have lube right?”

“Vaseline.” I answered.

“That’ll have to do. Get it.” he demanded.

I brought it to him. He dipped his finger in it and bent me over the couch. One finger pushed at my hole and slid in, it wasn’t so bad. He added the second, my hole stretched, the first feeling of discomfort. His third finger went in, I clenched and tried to stop it. He pushed harder, it went in. I yelped, the pain was there now. So was the sobriety.

He worked his fingers in and out of me. I resisted as best as I could, it didn’t work. I tried to relax and take it, like every story I had ever read.

“Relax, it’ll feel so much better.” Every word I had ever read about getting fucked was a lie.

“You should try to relax.” It was like he was reading my mind.

I felt him lining up his cock to my asshole. Felt his head push in.

“NO STOP.” I begged.

“Shut up and take it. It is what you wanted, you were so eager in our chat.”

He manavgat escort was right. I told him getting fucked was my favorite thing. I lied, never thinking it would go this far. It was, and I had to take it. It would have to get better, there would be some pay off for me. He pushed deeper.

Oh FUCK, this hurt. His hands on my hips, pulling me back onto his cock. I forced myself to relax, how is that possible. He pulled me back more, his cock filling me, stretching me.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH… That’s it, take it all. Such a nice virgin cunt. Been a long time since I took a guy’s cherry. Glad you accepted my chat request.” He laughed as he buried the rest of his cock in me.

He withdrew a little, before pushing back in. I winced with every movement. He pulled me on and off his cock and found a rhythm. It was pain all the way for me, but at least I could take it, getting a feel for his movement, breathing through the pain.

At least I thought I could. When he felt me relax more, he pounded away. Everything hurt, there was no getting past this now. He was going until he finished, and i just had to take it. His strokes were furious, banging in and out. It hurt even more, but I was getting used to it. It wasn’t feeling great by any means, but I could see this turning into something that could feel good. There were brief sensations, glimpses of pleasure that could be had as he took me.

“Take it slut”

He rammed his cock deep inside, bucking as he did. He held me firmly. He stiffened as he erupted inside me.

“Yeah, That’s it… Take it all.”

He held himself in me, his cock softening. He slipped out. My hole stretched, I felt his cum drip from me, seeping down my leg.

With that he zipped up and walked out the door. I slid into my couch, not caring about the stain I would leave as more of his seed leaked out of me. The only though in my head was… “That was it? Guess I’ll have to try out a few more.”

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So, on Saturday night I was pretty exhausted from all the sex with two very exciting men. First it had been Dili, otherwise known as Professor Homo, who was the organizer of this bank holiday weekend event at his house in the country. Then I had encountered the orgasmically thrilling experience that was Ivan, with whom I had shared some robust sex play – which is another way of saying that he had done exactly what he wanted with me, which was exactly what I wanted him to do. Licking the guy’s arse and having him shoot his spunk into my mouth are just highlights of a session that had changed my life even more than the 69 with Dili and his hairy Asian body.

Everyone had gone out for the evening but Dili and me, so we sat together drinking wine and watching TV.

“So how’s it going so far?” Dili asked.

“Great,” I said. “You could tell I enjoyed the induction with you, and the afternoon was… quite something too.”

“Yes, what happened with Ivan?” Dili said with concern.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s not here. Disappeared,” Dili explained.

“We had a great time,” I said. “He’s a wonderful guy. Doesn’t say much, but…”

“He said the same about you,” Dili said. “Told me how much he liked you and shook his head and left. He can speak English, actually. He’s just a bit hesitant with it.”

I was very disappointed. I had been hoping to get together with Ivan again and if he didn’t show up on Sunday I would have to ask Dili for his contact details.

“Anyway, so tomorrow you’ve got rimming with the BC’s and also the little guy, and the watersports. And the gang in the evening. Just as well Monday’s a holiday too. You’re going to need a rest.”

In bed that night, in a small but nice room up in the attic, I was sorely tempted to to have a wank, but managed to summon the common sense and willpower to save it I had to banish the dirty thoughts from my mind just to get to sleep.

I woke early and went down for breakfast, a big plate of scrambled eggs which something subconscious told me was what I needed.

At 10, Dili took me to a chalet in the grounds, where two men in overalls were working in the garden.

“Come on, guys, you’ve got an appointment,” Dili chided them, and they quickly went into the chalet. Dili and I followed and sat in the living area making small talk until two men came out of the bathroom, wearing the standard white bathrobes. The same men. Fat black men. My morning class. Dili introduced us and left.

“You want to get undressed?” Phil said to me as zonguldak escort he and Jay eyed me up. He had an American accent.

In a way, this was the most thrilling part for me: the shedding of clothes and being naked with another naked man, or in this case two men wearing nothing under their bathrobes. By the time my socks were off, my cock was advertising my desire.

As if co-ordinated, Phil and Jay both opened their robes. Hairy chests. Big bellies. Half-erect cocks below.

“This is rimming, right?” said Phil. “You going to rim some black ass today.” I smiled bashfully.

“Down here,” said Phil, pointing to the carpet in front of him. I knelt obediently.

“Touch our cocks,” Phil ordered. “You ever been skiing with black poles?” I took a black cock in each hand and wanked them a little, before Jay put his in my face. I sucked it. I sucked a black man’s cock while my left hand was holding another black man’s erect penis.

I felt like a slut, which was obviously the intention. Phil climbed onto the bed. The two of them were built like sumo wrestlers and their cocks weren’t actually huge, but you do hear that they don’t get longer, just fatter and harder as they get excited.

Phil knelt on the bed and pulled his cheeks apart.

“I want you to lick my ass,” he said, in that slightly threatening way that people do when they think you’re reluctant to perform this most taboo of acts. I left Jay’s cock swaying in the air as I mounted the bed and licked Phil’s anus. There was something about his skin,, the smooth texture and a firmness, that made it extra exciting. Was his ethnicity part of it? Was I atoning for the sins of my fathers by serving him in this way?

I don’t know. All I know is that I loved it. I licked him happily, joyfully, drawing pleasure from what was supposed to be my humiliation.

Jay was filming it on his phone – I had signed a permission for that in advance, on the condition that I could have a copy, and I was glad that I would be able to watch myself abased and primitive in this way.

After a few minutes, with Phil’s cock now rock hard and his wicked dark grey ball sack swinging, he grunted, “Okay. Now I want you to lick my friend’s black ass.”

Jay got into doggy position and passed Phil the phone. Jay’s skin was even darker than Phil’s. He knelt there like a smooth black bear. It was his arsehole that was exposed, but in his mind, and in his friend’s mind, I was the servant and they were the masters.

Before fethiye escort I got to Jay’s anus I licked his big black balls and felt all the way up his cock to the tip, where a film of precum told me how happy he was to be there. Then I once again committed what is widely regarded as the most shameful act in the human sexual repertoire: a white man licking a black man’s arse.

I loved it loved it loved it. I had two men’s ass smells all over my face, smeared there with my own saliva.

“You getting ganged tomorrow?” Phil said, his breath on the back of my thigh as he licked it.

“Yeah,” I said. “That’s the plan.”

“I’ll be there,” Phil said with the unspoken promise of further degradation.

After a quick shower with my two big friends, during which I licked them both as they bent over, I found my way to the big shower room in the main house. In the wet room sat a young, skinny man, drinking bottled water.

“Hi,” he said. “You must be my 11 o’clock.”

I wasn’t into younger men, but this one, who said his name was Carl, was less cocky than some.

I undressed and awaited instructions.

“Lie down,” Carl said, so I lay on my back on the non-slip floor. He stood above me, one leg either side of my hips so I was looking at his cock, his scrotum and the beginning of his arse. He adjusted his feet and his urine flowed from his tip. Into my navel, up my chest and onto my face. I think he expected me to open my mouth, but I didn’t really want to do that, not for him.

I turned over and said, “In my crack.”

Carl knelt behind me and gave me the rest of his piss as requested, tickling my anus and running down all over my balls. Just when I thought he was finished he stood up again and released a stream onto my back and then my shoulders until he was soaking my hair and squeezing out with the last drops there. Then he turned on the shower and I cleansed myself of him.

“Maxi,” he called as he opened the door. “He’s coming,” he told me as he left.

I was drying myself with a towel when the door opened again and a brown-skinned dwarf walked in. Normal head, small body and legs, big bush of pubic hair and a large cock. He stood on the wooden bench and looked at me.

“I’m Maxi,” he said. “Busy this afternoon but I’ve got half an hour now if that’s okay.” I nodded and he nodded back. “Come here.”

He was smiling and had a twinkle in his eye. I walked towards him and he said “Come on.” I walked forwards until alanya escort I was right in front of him and his head was slightly above mine. He took my head in his hands and kissed me on the lips.

“It’s your lucky day,” Maxi said. “You’re going to suck, lick and be pissed on by a physical specimen most of your friends will never know.”

With that I became aware of a stream of hot water on my cock. Maxi kissed me and I found myself putting my arms around him. He lifted his penis and pissed up my body and then pulled us together again so our adjacent bodies squeezed his urine.

“Kneel down,” he said. I got on my knees and he finished his business aiming at my face. I opened my mouth and accepted his stream, spitting some back into his pubes.

When his flow stopped he had another idea. “Suck my midget’s mixed-race cock,” he said with a happy sigh. He was becoming hard as I obliged. He had a nice cock and I liked sucking it. He stroked my hair.

“And another thing,” he said. “You can lick my arse. You can lick a dwarf’s arse. That will be something to tell your grandchildren”.

He turned around, placed his hands against the wall and pushed his bottom out. I licked him briefly but I was uncomfortable.

“Is there a bedroom next door?’ I asked.

We dried quickly and headed through the door. Carl lay down, confident that I was going to suck him. And he was right. I took his full-size cock in my mouth and sucked it happily.

Then he lifted his legs right over his head and said, “Rim me.” I got my tongue into his crack and found an affectionate feeling creeping over me as I licked his arse.

“I think you’re enjoying that,” he said. “You can do it some more tonight. I’m looking forward to fucking you. Sorry this is a bit rushed but Dili kind of sprang it on me and I’ve got stuff to do.”

With that, he headed in for quick shower and left.

I got myself decent and went into the kitchen, where Dili was making a sandwich.

“Everything okay?” he asked casually. He made me a sandwich too and we sat and talked.

“So is it what you expected?” Dili asked.

“I’m enjoying it,” I said. “Just a bit confused about the cast of characters. I thought gay sex was all about slim guys and physical perfection.”

“That’s the general truth,” Dili said. “But real life is full of unexpected things. I want you to be a credit to the Academy of Professor Homo. From tomorrow onwards you can have all the pretty boys and muscle hunks you like. But you will also be aware that men of all shapes, sizes and colours are worthy of your attention too. So you’re not going to be high and mighty. You’ve 69ed with and been buggered by an Indian guy, you’ve done fuck knows what with a middle-aged Latvian slob, you’ve licked a black guy’s arse – three in fact, and one of them was a dwarf. That makes you a pretty rounded character. And after tonight, well…”

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I stepped back from the sidewalk, hugging my arms close to my sides, and leaned back on the wall at the corner into the alley, raising one leg, knee bent, and my cowboy booted foot flat against the wall. The hole in the sole of that boot was worn clean through and the cold of the wall wasn’t as cold as that of the sidewalk pavement. Besides, it was a good pose for the purpose.

While still watching up the conveniently one-way street for slowing cars, I cupped my hands over my mouth and blew. The breath came out in steam and, I’m sure, made it look like I was smoking a cigarette. I decided that was rather cool for the pose I was taking.

I needed a heavier jacket than this leather vest. It was almost Christmas and once again I had failed to migrate to Florida for the winter. I must remember to berate my social secretary for failing to schedule that. A bulky jacket wouldn’t work as well, but if I froze to death, it wouldn’t matter what I was wearing. The worst of winter was coming on. I definitely needed a warmer jacket than this.

I heard the slamming of a door back in the alley, and in a few moments I heard his lumbering steps. Just like clockwork at this time. I’d decided a long time ago that the guy must work someplace back there that stayed open late. Wherever he worked, it fronted on the street behind me and I hadn’t had the curiosity yet to check it out.

“Hi,” he said, as he hit the head of the alley. A big-boned guy somewhere in his thirties. Always looking hangdog when he came out of the alley. But it was after 1:00 a.m., so that was understandable. A big lug. Clumping feet, big hands, a head with hair that had a mind of its own. Cauliflower ears and a bent nose. He looked like he’d been in a lot of fights—but not fights of his choosing because he had sort of a teddy bear demeanor. But not fights that he’d lost either.

I said “Hi” back as he passed and huddled my arms into my chest again, looking up the street, not at him.

I’d been staked out here since late summer and we’d only gotten to the “hi” stage. Of course, I only saw him here once a day, if even that. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I was someplace else when he came out of the alley. I did look forward to the “hi,” though. It’s about the only thing anyone said to me that wasn’t just demanding something they wanted.

I watched him lumber up the street, and I had turned my head, looking for slowing cars coming from the other direction, before realizing that he had turned and come back at me.

“You look cold,” he said.

I turned my head, surprised. “My fur coat’s in a storage vault in Boca Raton,” I said. “I’d meant to be down there for Christmas, but you know how it is when business gets crazy.”

“Mine is too,” he answered with a little laugh. “In a storage vault somewhere. Just can’t remember where the storage vault is. But seriously, you look cold and like you need to warm up someplace. You got a place?”

“Yeah, my mansion’s back there in the alley. The second cardboard box on the right.”

I wasn’t being snotty on purpose. I couldn’t be seen standing and talking with someone who liked like he might be a john but wasn’t while a real one might be just about to cruise by.

“You hungry?”

“I’m always hungry.”

He stood there for a moment, in silence, like he was thinking something over. I desperately wanted him to move on, but he was the only guy who said “hi” to me, so I reined myself in. There weren’t any cars moving on the street anyway.

“What the hell,” he said. “I had a good night. Thursdays are always light. And I’m not feeling like eating alone. My place isn’t far from here. It’s warm and I don’t feel like eating alone. Come on up and I’ll fix you something to eat and you can warm up before coming out on the street again.”

“Well . . .” I couldn’t think of a way to say no without hurting his feelings and I’d gotten used to hearing that “hi.” He looked like such a teddy bear. And there weren’t any cars cruising down the street.

“You look like you could use a shower too. When was the last time you had a shower? You got any clean clothes back there in that cardboard box mansion? And I could throw these in the washer and dryer while you have a meal. Come on. Winter’s coming on is a lonely time, especially in this season if you don’t have someone special to spend it with, and there’s nothing on the television late Thursday nights I like to watch.”

“Well . . . . OK, thanks. Give me a minute.” Still looking frantically down the street for the hint of a john promising a better opportunity, I backed into the alley and headed for my stash. Someone special to spend Christmas with, I thought. Yeah, I wish. I’ll bet this guy wishes too.

We were walking the couple of blocks to where he said his apartment was and he was slowing down while we walked and not saying anything when he abruptly stopped by the door of an all-night bodega.

“Just a minute,” he said, his voice a little nervous. “I remembered I needed something gümüşhane escort in here. I’ll be just a sec. You can wait out here.”

I watched him out of the corner of my eye as he entered the mom and pop store. He was acting nervous enough that I half thought he was going to hold up the place. But he went down an aisle and stopped right where I sometimes stopped in this store. With a knowing little sigh, I turned and propped my back on the support column next to the bodega window, lifted my cowboy boot with the biggest hole to the wall behind me, hooked my thumbs in my jean pockets, and looked up the street while he picked out what brand of condom and lube he wanted.

I knew how I was going to pay for the shower and dinner. I had gone naturally into “the pose,” because there always was a chance that something more promising would be cruising by in a flashy car.

At the street door to his apartment building, not much more than a tenement, he stopped and turned to me and, in an earnest voice, said, “My name’s Art.”

That put us past the “hi” stage. “I’m Jimmy,” I answered. I’m not Jimmy, of course, but it’s a good enough name for johns—more often than not more than enough—and a lot easier for them to remember than my own name.

His place was small, but clean, and actually had a separate bedroom, with a brass head-boarded double bed, and bath, in addition to the room that served as living room, dining room, and kitchen. The poor excuse for a Christmas tree he had propped up in a corner was pathetic looking, and made me feel sorry for him—which may have been the tone he had been going for when he leaned it into that corner. The apartment was toasty warm, though, which made all of the difference. And he had a compact washer-dryer unit and was washing the clothes I had been wearing and fixing some dinner as I showered.

He’d shyly looked away as I’d taken my clothes off, and I had to clear my throat for him to reach out a hand to take them. I made no effort to cover myself. I knew he intended to fuck me—that he was just slow in working up to it.

After the time I’d spent out on the street, the apartment was actually a bit more than toasty warm, and when I came out of the bedroom after my shower, I was just wearing low-rise jeans and a flannel shirt over my shoulders that I didn’t bother to button. I hadn’t put on any briefs or socks and shoes, either. I knew the score here.

His eyes went big when he saw me pad out into the living room, and the skillet he held in his hand wavered for a moment. But then he smiled and said, “Spaghetti OK? From a can? I’m not much of a cook. Got some store-bought Christmas cookies we can have for dessert, though.”

“Spaghetti’s fine,” I said.

“I do have some Chianti to go with it,” he continued. “If you . . .”

“Yeah, that would be good. I’m old enough.”

He smiled a little smile and I saw him relax noticeably. I knew what he’d actually been asking. The way he was playing this he couldn’t very well come right out and ask for ID. The johns rarely did, although with me they probably should. One of my “come ons” was that I looked so young.

We didn’t talk much over dinner. We both sat at the table with the chairs reversed and our arms reaching over the backs like we were in some sort of macho man mode—denying what we both knew we were going to do afterward. I wasn’t much for chit chat, and I could tell that he was nervous. Probably had never picked a rent boy up off the street before. Half way through his meal, he looked up and saw that I had wolfed my food down and, without asking, got up and opened another can of spaghetti. He was walking on eggs and doing everything he could to be nice to me. Very much the teddy bear. Big and lumbering and looking like a bouncer in a club, but a shyness and gentleness in him as well.

Time to put him out of his misery.

“So, are you going to fuck me now?” I asked after my plate was clean and my Chianti glass empty, doing my best to keep anything out of the tone of my voice that would be hurtful to him.

“I . . . I . . .” He looked almost frightened. “The dessert . . . Christmas cookies.”

“It’s OK. I saw what you bought in that bodega. I expected it. Unless, of course, you don’t like men.”

“Uh . . . I don’t know what . . . what you get for . . .”

“You’re giving me more than enough,” I answered. “You’re being very nice to me. I’m good with a fuck . . . if you’re interested. So, are you going to fuck me now?”

“Yes,” he said in a small voice as if it was a revelation to himself, “I’m going to fuck you now. Shall we . . . should we . . .?”

“On the bed’s fine with me. Or the floor if you don’t want to use your bed that way.”

He sat on the side of the bed, his thighs spread, and I was standing, facing him, between his legs. Before he had collapsed on the bed, we’d both been standing there, plastered against each other and rocking back and hatay escort forth while he kissed all over my face and neck and brushed my shirt off my back. I pulled his T over his head and took the measure of his bulging, hairy pecs, and then ran my hands down his torso and unzipped him and fished his cock out. He was horse hung. God, maybe more than horse hung. What’s bigger than a horse’s dick? An elephants? The bigger-than-life proportions of the rest of him held true with his equipment. I held him, needing two hands to make the effort worthwhile, as he engorged and went into a frenzy of kissing down my neck and mouthing and sucking on my nipples as his butt slowly descended to the mattress and his lips went down to my belly.

I had let loose of his dick on his way down, and just placed my hands on his head and ran my fingers into his hair.

He tongued and sucked on my belly, making little guttural sounds deep inside him, with one hairy arm encircling my waist and the hand of the other one working hard on the buttons of my jeans fly. That open and spread, his mouth went lower and swallowed my cock and started to give me slow head, while I worked my fingers in his coarse, mussy hair and arched my back.

I wasn’t used to a john taking this much time with me. Of course a lot of this was him working himself up to doing something he’d probably rarely done before.

I let him suck me for a good ten minutes until I felt I couldn’t take any more without coming—he seemed content to continue working the cock in his mouth and he seemed to be gaining expertise there with each passing minute—and then, slipping out of his mouth, I went down on my knees on the floor between his thighs, took his cock in my mouth, and started showing him what an expert blow job was like.

I was more interested now. The guy’s cock was huge. I’d become jaded with the homeless rent boy stuff to the point that it took a really thick and long cock to impress me, and this was one that I knew would stretch me to the limit and let me know I’d been fucked.

I placed a palm on his belly and gently encouraged him to lay back on the bed, wanting to convey that we were going to be doing this for a while, and then I gripped both of his wrists in my hands, to give him the symbolic sensation that he was mine and under my control now, and I sucked on. He lay docilely back on the bed and shuddered and moaned.

When I stood up, deciding he was engorged and throbbing enough, I held our cocks together for a few minutes, stroking them lightly and looking down into his face. His expression was one of lust and wonder and more than a touch of fear. I knew that, at that moment, he wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. Was I going to push my cock into his hole? It was right there. He was in position. I could tell that he wasn’t sure who was going to get fucked—and that he was so far gone that he would have taken it if I’d nailed him.

But then I reached over for the plastic bag on top of his night stand and took out the box of condoms and opened it. He had gotten Magnums. At least he knew what he needed. I wondered, though, for a second or two whether there was a size larger than that.

When I was rolling the condom down on his cock and spraying it with lube, I could see any fear in his eyes was being pushed out by the look of arousal and anticipation.

He groaned and grunted and reached for my waist with his big hands as I straddled his torso with my knees right there next to his thighs and with his legs over the side of the bed, and, holding the root of his cock in a hand, working my channel down on the staff.

Once he was bottomed—which was one hell of a job for me to accomplish—he seemed to begin thinking in terms of him being the big man and me being not much more than a boy. He also showed that he had stamina. I started the rise and fall rhythm, but increasingly he was using his hands to lift and lower me on the cock. Slow at first, and he murmured, almost apologetically, “Am I hurting you? Should I—?”

“Do it. Fuck me harder, fucker,” I hissed through clinched teeth. “Make me feel it. Give me a Christmas present.”

He answered by jerking me up and slamming me down on the cock, harder and harder, faster and faster. With me flopping around on top of him, letting him control the frenzy of the fuck.

It was a monster cock, filling and stretching me, and I came quickly, spouting up his belly.

Taking that as a signal to take full control, he turned and moved both of our bodies up onto the bed, placing me on all fours, crouching over my hips, and fucking me hard, deep, and fast in a doggy fuck, until spasming and jerking his cock out of me and ripping the condom off, he ejaculated up my back.

He collapsed to the side on the bed, turning me as well and pulling me into his belly. We lay there, both panting, him nuzzling his scratchy chin into the hollow of my neck.

“I’m sorry. I lost control. ısparta escort I’m—”

“Do it again,” I growled. And I meant it. I hadn’t been touched like this for some time. It really was a good Christmas present. I liked being fucked, but I’d done it so often, so routinely, that it took a fuck like this to remind me that I wanted it. He’d been a pleasant surprise.

I remember being aware that light was coming in the bedroom window. It was daylight already. We had been fucking for how long? But not that long if you took into account that it had been after one thirty when he picked me up and we’d messed around a lot before getting to the bed. I didn’t normally overnight with johns. We usually fucked where that wasn’t possible, and it was usually wham bang good-bye. This wasn’t really overnight, though. The guy worked someplace where it was practically the night shift. It probably almost always was getting light before he went to bed.

This wasn’t anything like overnight. Nothing special at all, I thought, wanting to denigrate it so that I wouldn’t miss not having it when it was over, as I drifted off to sleep. Nothing special here at all. Warmth for a few hours, a nice big cock, and a nice guy really, but nothing . . .

When I woke we were both still stretched out on the bed, on our backs. But not touching. Art was sitting up against the headboard, a couple of pillows propping up his back. He was smoking a cigarette and looking at me. His cock was in full erection.

“What time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.

“Ten in the morning—but still early for me . . . for us. Go back to sleep.”

“What is this?” I asked, reaching for and enclosing his erect cock. “This isn’t sleeping.”

“I was thinking of you. How sweet you are and what a great fuck. But I brought you up here . . . not thinking to . . . at first . . . well, when I first asked you if you wanted to come up. What are you doing?”

What I was doing was turning over on top of his thighs, my face next to the erect cock, my arms running up his torso, palms laying on his hairy pecs, the pad of my index fingers on his nipples.

“I’m going to give Willy what he wants and then I’m going to put him—and you back to sleep. You need your sleep.”

His voice was thick and low. “I can’t let you . . . you’re not just giving it away, I know. I can’t expect . . .”

“You’re going to let me shower again and you’re going to feed me breakfast, aren’t you? Even if it’s in the afternoon. You aren’t going to throw me out on the street again right away, are you?”

“No, I’d never throw you out,” he murmured, and then, in a guttural voice, “Oh, shit. Oh, fuck.”

I had swallowed his cock and was giving him slow head. He writhed a bit under me and told me it was time for me to pull off him so he could fuck me, but I held him there and sucked on him until he’d ejaculated in my throat. Then I laid my cheek on his stomach, with his cock under my chin, and we both found sleep.

The next time I woke, the clock on the nightstand showed 1:15 in the afternoon. He’d said his shift started at 4:00 p.m. He worked in a music club called the House of Blues as the bartender and the manager most of the time. He’d be the bouncer too, he said, but it wasn’t usually that sort of club. He’d worked those clubs—which I could tell from his battered face—but, he said, had gotten tired of that sort of stuff.

He wasn’t in the bed. The shower was going. I leaned over to the nightstand and fished for the box of Magnums. There were fewer left than I would have thought.

He had his back to me, standing in the shower, when I entered the bathroom. I wrapped my arms around him. He gave a jerk and a low, guttural sound when he realized I was rolling a condom on his cock. I’d encased his staff in both hands—it took both of them—and had started slow stroking. He’d gone hard immediately. While, still standing behind him, helping the cock fill out inside the condom with one hand, I soaped up every surface of his skin with the other one.

After that he took charge, turning me in the small shower and lifting me and settling my channel on his cock. With my shoulder blades against one wall and my knees bent and my feet flat on the opposite wall, he palmed and squeezed and separated my buttocks cheeks with those big hands of his, crouched between my thighs, and fucked me under the stream of hot water, to a mutual ejaculation.

At breakfast, after a silence during which I put away three fried eggs and a mess of bacon, he said, “I want you to stay here, with me, not out in that alley. At least until you can find something better. It’s getting too cold for you to be out there.”

“You’d let me turn tricks during the day and stay here at night?” I asked, looking up at him and raising my eyebrows.

“If that’s what you want. But it would be OK if you stayed here—just with me. I know I’m not—”

“You’re just fine. And your cock and your fucking are more than fine. Your eggs could stand a bit longer on the grill and more salt, though.”

We both laughed; he nervously.

“What do you say? You stay with me, and I’ll take good care of you.”

“You wouldn’t ever say anything if I just didn’t show up for a while?”

“No, I wouldn’t. Whatever it took to get you warm and dry and well fed.”

“And riding your cock?”

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