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I want to say thank you to everyone who submitted that great feedback for the first chapter. I’d never written erotica before for anyone other than myself so it was great to read that you all loved my story. I’m planning on doing a few more chapters for you all so please be patient but in the meantime, here you are…

Chapter 2

I help the boy stand, remove his handcuffs and hold him close to me as he steadies himself. I look down into his eyes and watch as he swallows what’s left of my cum still coating the inside of his mouth. I can smell my cum on his breath and its making me so horny I can’t stand it.

I continue to look deeply into his eyes and again place the jar under his nose.

“You need to be really gooned out for this.” I tell him as he inhales again and again.

I hold his hand and escort him down the hallway to the sunroom, which is fully illuminated despite being twilight outside, evident through the wide open floor-to-ceiling windows. The ceiling and three walls are glass and open to the fenced in backyard.

I look back over my shoulder at him, hes so cute! Short brown hair framing a freckled face and blue eyes. A cute little up-turned nose and those beautiful lips. I think I’m in love.

I lay the boy down on his back on the padded bench, adorned with various leather straps, restraints and stirrups and there’s even a portion between where the legs are secured that drops down so you can really get in close and pound away. Where the head rests also drops down for easy access to a subs throat.

I begin,

“We are going to begin your deepthroat training now. Quite honestly it’s my favorite position. I absolutely love the feel of my cock deep inside a throat as the body thrashes around, pleading for oxygen. Don’t worry though, I won’t harm you in any way.”

“yes, Daddy, I trust you,” the boy replies in a haze.

I tighten various straps across his upper and lower arms, which are secured on padded boards straight down toward the ground behind him. I then place additional straps across his chest and abdomen, effectively holding him down to the bench.

‘Goddamn, that’s a sexy sight.’ I think to myself as I gaze at the contrasting black leather straps and his pale istanbul travesti white skin. This boy let himself be tied down willingly to my bench and I’m hardly able to contain my enthusiasm. My cock was back to full hardness, where it needed to be for this next part.

I then go to a corner cabinet by one of the multiple leather Lay-Z-Boy viewing loungers and retrieve his next attachment. I move back to this adorable boy and wrap a mask over his nose which has two tubes that go around each side of his head. I then take his jar of poppers, insert a cotton ball then screw the bottle into the fitting on the back where the two tubes meet.

Checking the jar fittings and placement of the tubes in his nose and satisfied he’s breathing in a nice strong dose, I move to secure both of his legs into the stirrups at the ankle, calf and above the knee. I position the stirrups as wide as the boy can take, fully exposing his young hard cock and balls nestled inside a trimmed bush.

‘I’ll have to shave him later, I want my boy hairless’ I thought as I again take in the sight of this little straight cocksucker, truly amazed that he has been hard this long with little stimulation.

I walk back to the living room to retrieve his phone and head back to the sunroom. Setting the phone up on the corner cabinet, I open the camera app and begin recording again.

‘A little something that he and Brooke can watch later’ I think with a little chuckle.

Approaching the boy, I continue,

“I’m going to drop your head down now into a position that allows me the easiest angle to get into your throat. We will go slow at first then build up to a faster pace.”

Continuing to breathe through his nose, the boy opens his mouth as my cock approaches which pleases me greatly. He sucks me in and begins to tongue my cockhead and the top of my shaft. I slide in a little deeper to the entrance to his throat and the boy gags a little, thrashing his head to the side in an effort to get away from my intruder.

“It’s okay, just relax,” I tell the boy with my cock still in his mouth. “Relax your jaw and drop it down a little. Think of it like a python trying to swallow a groundhog. Stay calm as it approaches your throat istanbul travestileri and swallow when it gets there, here we go again…”

I begin again sliding my cock along his tongue, letting him worship it again. I lean forward and place my hands on his ribs to brace myself and thrust a little deeper into his throat. He immediately gags and thrashes again but I stroke and lightly tickle his chest and he relaxes.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re fine.” I continue tracing his chest and stomach, getting closer to his pulsing erection with each pass of my fingers.

“Remember to relax. Keep thinking that this cock is not going to choke you. It’s firmly affixed to my body, it’s not going to come off and lodge itself in your throat. I’m not going to intentionally hurt you, you won’t be without oxygen for long. Okay?”

“yes, Daddy. I’m sorry, this is hard for me. It’s scary for me to have something in my throat. Please let me try again, Daddy.”

Beaming inside that we’re developing a bond here, I reply “Here we go, let’s go again.”

I skip the “foreplay” and go right for the throat. Gently, I slide in and he slightly gags as I pass the entrance of his throat and as I stop he controls it. I back off so he can get his breath and immediately go back in. Again he gags but immediately swallows and all of a sudden my cock is balls deep down his throat with my stubble on his chin.

A low guttural moan escapes my lips at the sudden sensation of this tight, wet velvet and my knees nearly buckle. I remember to pull out so he can breathe and as my cock passes his lips I lean down and shove my tongue down his throat and kiss him for a good minute, hard.

As I break the kiss with him, I squeal out excitedly, “You did it!!! I’m so proud of you!

Let’s do it again, here we go.”

My cock is again at his open mouth and sliding in slowly but there’s no stopping it this time. I pass his throat, he again swallows and I slide right down. I hold it for a few seconds and withdraw.

“Excellent! Now, I want you to take a deep breath, I’m going deep for 10 seconds.”

I hear the boy inhale deeply through his nose, taking in a large dose of poppers as I thrust in and down his throat in travesti istanbul one go.

“Oh fuck that feels incredible.

Okay, 10…9…8…”

I count down to zero as I ever so slightly fuck in and out of this boys throat. On zero, I withdraw and he exhales and takes in a breath.

“That was incredible, youre doing great. I’m going to fuck your throat this time, deep breath in, here we go.”

I bottom out again in one go and as he fights back a minor gag, I begin to fuck his throat. I’m in heaven on cloud-9, surrounded by kittens and rainbows, getting a throat-job from this adorable little twink. I can’t help but moan and want this to continue but he needs air and I’m pulling my cock out and he exhales again and inhales for a few breaths.

“We’re going to keep this up until I cum again. Next time I’m not going to pull out of your mouth. When I’m not in your throat, remember to breathe.”

He inhales deeply through his nose, nods his head with my cock in his mouth and I thrust back in and again place my hands on the boys chest. I brace myself and begin to fuck this boys face in earnest. I can hear him suck in lungfuls of popper-laced oxygen every time I pull out and we get into a rhythm. The feeling of his throat gripping my iron is unbelievable. I can literally feel the cum in my balls, boiling and churning away at the thought of giving this boy his very first throatpie.

As a reward for being such a good sub, I reach down and begin to toy with the boys cock, alternating between lightly slapping it from side to side and tracing my fingers around the head and down the underside of his shaft. He moans and whimpers as I play with him, which only fuels my lust.

I continue thrusting in at the same pace, not wanting him to panic. I look down at him, admiring his body all tied down, horny and glistening with sweat…

Several hours later in the early hours of the morning, a young woman was out running her dog on the sidewalk beside the house when she suddenly stopped and looked around trying to locate what caught her attention. She paused and listened to the sounds of a young man’s lustful muffled moaning. Feeling particularly curious, she located a break in the fence and looked into the fully lit sunroom where a small, young man was bound and naked face-up on a bench as a hung older man stood ahead of him, playing with the boys cock while straddling the younger mans face and fucking in and out of it at an impressive pace…

Ch. 3 on its way…

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Gay male sex with a BDSM theme is not something I’ve tried to write about before. But if one can think of something, one can probably write about it too. The dominant man here admits to being bi-sexual while the younger one is developing inclinations in that direction.

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

In the summer of 1974, I was a nineteen-year-old virgin just finishing my freshman year at Lehman College in New York. During my high school years, I had no luck in approaching any of the girls at that place. In truth, I hadn’t even tried approaching them. I wasn’t exactly an assertive person, even though I didn’t want to admit that even to myself.

My friends tried to encourage me to just talk to girls and ask them out for casual dates to start with. I hemmed and hawed, but I never actually did it. I claimed that I was looking for the “right” girl, but I was just fooling myself. Underneath, I was simply afraid of rejection.

Objectively I guess I wasn’t that bad looking, although neither was I an imposing male specimen. I was about five-eight and quite slender, verging almost on skinny. My eyes and hair were dark, and I had a sort of olive complexion that came from my father’s Italian side of the family. As was usual for guys at that time, I was usually way overdue for a haircut. My somewhat curly hair didn’t fall straight down, but it was often sticking out from my head in a messy tangle.

Overall, I’m sure that some girl, maybe several, would have gone for me if I had put any effort into it. I could have had some dates and, given the sexual mores of the time, maybe I could have finally gotten my cherry busted with some willing chick.

Not all of them were beauties, but that would have made it all the more likely perhaps. They were young and nubile, and that’s what counted. Besides, they were in college with me, so they must have been brighter than average and I would have had something in common with them. But I dithered throughout my entire freshmen term at Lehman, just like I had done in high school.

That first summer break, through a neighbor, I got a job with a construction contractor’s office on the East Side of Manhattan. If it worked out, I might be able to continue part-time into the fall. It was better paying than the foot messenger job I had the previous summer.

I did have to buy a few extra clothes, like dress pants and a few ties. For a jacket, I still had a polyester blue sports coat I had owned for several years. It was rather awful, with its fake gold buttons, but I didn’t want to invest in more garments to start with. I already had a pair of black loafers, so I didn’t have to worry about footgear either at the beginning. I did get my hair cut to a more reasonable length, but it was still on the bushy side.

It was assigned to be the assistant to the assistant bookkeeper, and man was that a boring job. Much of the work involved going through and sorting reams of receipts from various subcontractors.

The company mostly handled office renovations along with some new construction. It did most of the carpentry itself, and thus they had several carpenters on the payroll.

For a lot of my time there I had to work on an adding machine totaling up long lists of figures. All of that would be a snap today, but that was long before spreadsheets had been invented. The irony was, with that level of computerization, I might not have had that job at all.

The bookkeeper and his assistant, an officious young man named Klaus, seemed to be constantly in some crisis or another. Maybe they needed more help than they had, which was why I was hired. Perhaps they were just naturally disorganized. In any case, a constant air of anxiety hung over their little department.

I was sometimes in their small office sorting receipts, sitting at the same table that my two colleagues were using. When I was on the adding machine, I sat at a desk outside their cramped room.

Very quickly I grew to hate the job. I was stupid enough to sometimes complain about it to my two co-workers. Klaus (who didn’t have a German accent, by the way) was about five years older than I was. Sometimes he would commiserate with me, at other times he scoffed. If he had an issue with me, he would call me “Tom, baby,” which struck me as a bit odd.

That situation went on for the first three weeks. I was constantly making errors on the adding machine, which Klaus would catch and which greatly annoyed him. I grew to envy the carpenters who would always be in and out of the place for various reasons. My grandfather, who had been in the tile setting trade, had warned me that construction work was very physically demanding and often resulted in injuries. Being young and naive, I discounted whatever he had to say about the business.

The two guys who owned my firm, John and Charlie, had been carpenters themselves. By their early forties, they had gotten tired of swinging hammers and tried their hand with their own business. The company istanbul travesti was making money even though the two owners had probably been better carpenters than they were managers. They were gruff, and they were always handling some problem, including the ones that Raymond, the bookkeeper, brought to their attention.

One day a secretary came up to me and told me that Charlie Hanley wanted to see me in his office — at 6:00 PM after the office was technically closed. She told me to just knock on this door at the appointed time. I was certain that he wasn’t going to praise my work or offer me a raise.

I didn’t know what to do with myself during that last hour, so I went out to a nearby sandwich shop for a light dinner. When I came back ten minutes early, Charlie’s door was closed. The office was rapidly emptying out, and I sat in my usual chair by the adding machine.

Exactly on time, I went over and knocked on his door. I heard him say, “Just come on in.” I opened the door and said, “You wanted to see me, Mister Hanley?” Back then last names were commonly used for superiors, although I called Raymond by his first name.

“Yes, come in and close the door. In fact, lock it. Then stand over here in front of my desk.” When I got in place, I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I folded them in front of me.

Charlie wasn’t that tall, but he was quite muscular from his years working construction. On that day he had taken his jacket off, and he was just wearing a dress shirt with a tie.

He leaned back in his chair and assessed me for a moment. Then he moved forward and put his hands on the desktop. “Let me get right to the point. Raymond and Klaus have been complaining about you to me. You’ve been both sloppy and lazy in your work habits.”

I could feel my face warming up. “I’m sorry, Mister Hanley, I’ll try to do better.”

“You are going to do more than try; you are going to do much, much better assuming we keep you on.”

That was the first indication that I might be fired. The only thing I liked about the job was the money I was earning. It would probably be considered a pittance by an adult, but for a young college student, it seemed pretty good indeed. I was already considering how by the next semester I would have the cash to take girls on proper dates, with dinner and movies and so forth. That would be much better than the school cafeterias. I wouldn’t look like such a loser to my dates, and maybe I’d finally get laid.

I figured he’d have more to say, and he did, “Tom, I’m going to offer you two options. The first is that I fire you, right here and now. I’m sure we could get another skinny liberal-arts fuck-off in here by the day after tomorrow.”

Gee, thanks for letting me know how you really feel about me.

“The second option is that you accept a punishment from me and then I’ll give you a second chance.”

I assumed that he was expecting a question from me. “May I ask, what kind of punishment would that be?” I didn’t have the slightest idea of what he was talking about.

“Sure, it’s only fair that you know what each choice entails before you make the decision. It’s going to be a corporal punishment. Do you know what that is?”

It sounded familiar, but I wanted him to confirm it for me. “I’m not sure, Mister Hanley. Could you explain it to me?”

“Of course, you should know all the details first. I’m going to raise the arms of my chair and lock the wheels. Then you’re going to come over here and lie across my knees. After that, I’ll give you a good, sound spanking on your narrow little behind.”

I rather stupidly said, “Okay, I see.” His comment about the shape of my backside struck me as odd. It took another moment for me to realize he intended to beat me on that very same behind. By the way, I didn’t ask for a safe word because I had never heard the term before. I think Charlie would have scoffed at me if I had brought up the topic.

He was leaning back and looking more relaxed now. “Let me fill you in on the details, just so you know what to expect. I’m going to start by using my hand on you. But this is going to be a serious spanking. It’s going to be long and hard; you’re going to really feel it on your ass.” That doesn’t sound too bad. Then I noticed how big and strong his hands were from his years using hand tools.

He went on, “First, I’m going to whack you on the seat of your trousers for a bit.” He smirked. “I don’t think those thin pants are going to give you much protection. Anyway, after that, you’ll take down your pants and drawers, get over my lap again, and I’ll tan your bare little tail but good.”

I had heard female behinds described as tails, but never male ones. Probably he had intended it as an insult to my manhood, but I also detected a distinct sexual implication from him. In any case, I felt a twitching in my buttocks. It seemed to be a combination of fear and anticipation.

I was also aware of the first tingles istanbul travestileri in my crotch. It was surprising, but I was starting to feel sexually aroused. I could imagine his big hand coming down on my bare “tail,” as he had described it.

Charlie picked up a ruler from his desk, an eighteen-inch one made of thick hardwood. “To finish you off, I’ll give you some strokes with this. ‘Six of the best,’ as they say in England. Or surely a few more, depending on how sore your bottom is getting. By the way, have you ever been spanked before, say by your parents?”

“No sir, I have not.” Yet I remembered my father threatening me with a spanking when I was about thirteen. He never actually did it, but it was true that I had wished he had.

“Maybe they should have done it, it would have instilled some discipline into an arrogant little twerp like you.” Why did he find it necessary to insult me? “Thus it will be a new experience for you. So Tom, which is it going to be? Do you want to get canned, or do you want it hard on your own can?” Hah, what a clever pun.

I thought again about the money, but I also was aware of other emotions, including fear and excitement. I always had some interest in spanking, going back years to when I had seen Joan Collins get whipped in an old film on TV, Land of the Pharaohs. Back then, before the Internet, it was difficult to get any info or images about BDSM activities.

But I did want to experience it for myself. I liked that my crotch would be pressed down against his body when I was over his lap. It was also appealing to imagine him whacking my bare flesh with one hand as he held me in position with his other one.

I heard myself say, “All right, I accept the spanking punishment.”

“Wow that was fast; I thought you might request another day to think it over. Not that I would have allowed that.”

“No sir, I want to take it right now.” I hoped I didn’t sound too eager.

“You probably saved your job — for at least a week!” He chuckled at his attempt at wit. “Take that crummy sports coat off and get over here.”

Charlie immediately rolled up the right sleeve of his shirt, perhaps to symbolically show me that he meant business. He then got his chair set up as he had told me he would. “All right, sonny, I’m right-handed, so go to that side.”

As soon as I stood next to him, he grabbed my arm and yanked me across his knees. “Try to keep your feet on the floor, but get your ass up good and high so that I have a proper target. You may hold on to the desk with your right hand if you want to steady yourself.”

He didn’t start beating me right away. Instead, he stroked me, fondled me in fact. He would squeeze one butt cheek and run his hand down the back of my thigh. Then he would switch sides and run his hand along my other thigh.

It was obvious that Charlie was looking forward to spanking me. He confirmed that by saying, “Such smooth pants over a taut little rear end.” It was as if he had a girl over his lap, not a guy. “It’s too bad that I have to punish it so severely.”

The tingling in my crotch had turned into a full-fledged erection. I could also feel that Charlie had an erection poking up inside his own pants too. This whole punishment is a pretext to indulge his sexual fetishes, but I suppose that I’m doing the same thing.

Charlie said, “All right, are you ready for your spanking now?”

“I suppose so.” What else was there to say?

“You had better be ready because you agreed to get it. By the way, I’m not giving you any warm-up.”

He held me around my waist, then he started smacking me, hard but not too fast. That’s what he meant by no warm-up.

His big hand had a more serious impact on me than I had expected, and the sound of the beating on my gray trousers seemed quite loud in the room. With each blow, I couldn’t help but say “oomph,” “oomph.” It hurt yet I liked it anyway. My cock stayed up, hard and ready for penetration — of who or what I couldn’t say yet. Overall, I would say I liked the punishment and yet didn’t like it at the same time. But I didn’t want it to stop.

Charlie did stop after some hits and then he rubbed me again, “Just as I expected, you’re warming up very nicely under there. As I said, these are such thin trousers. I’m getting through to you, that’s for sure.”

He gave me a few strikes of the backs of my thighs too. His comment was, “I need to mix it up a bit, make sure I get to all of you back here. Anyway, it’s time you got it on the bare. Get up, drop your pants and your drawers too. Then get back over me.”

I stood up and rubbed my behind. I thought he might stop me from trying to comfort myself, but he didn’t. He was right; I could feel the heat radiating off me through the cloth of the pants just before I unbuckled them.

I wasn’t happy about dropping my clothes because I knew my erect cock would then be unmistakably jutting out, but I had no choice. When Charlie saw travesti istanbul my stiff dick, he seemed quite amused. “Hah, you’re a sick little motherfucker. You’re actually enjoying this.” I thought, your cock went up too, so you must like it as well. I think both of us were well aware of the sexual connotations of that session.

I said, “I can’t help it.”

Charlie snickered, “I know, it happens to a lot of guys. I’ve seen it before.” Wow, how many times has he spanked males already? Maybe it had been with other employees? “Did you ever slip that prick into the snatch of some willing girl?”

I was too rattled by his crudeness to come up with a plausible answer and I didn’t want to admit that I was a virgin. He saw the expression of doubt on my face. “All right, kid, never mind about your experiences — or should I say lack of them — with the chicks.” How did he guess that? It certainly wasn’t a very flattering comment. “Let’s get back to the business at hand.” That seemed to be another attempt at a pun.

I went back across his knees, and his left hand held me again, but on the bare skin just under my shirt. “I’m going to pull those pants all the way down below your knees.” I knew that he could now see my balls as well as my exposed ass. Then he rubbed my hindquarters again. “You’re nicely done already, pink verging on red.”

Then he was back to sex talk. “I changed my mind about my question. Do you mean to tell me you haven’t yet banged any of those coed sluts up at your school?”

I was a bit offended by his slander of the women at Lehman, but I kept it to myself. Again, I tried to delay my answer, but he had more to say about the topic.

“You may be thin, but if you show that big shaft to the ladies, I think you’ll get some action from them. I for one have had my share of women in my time.” Then he laughed, “But I’ve also had a few guys too. But the latter, of course, is my little secret.” It’s not so secret with me now, is it?

As he continued stroking me, he said, “I do like how warm your backside has become. As I said, this is a harsh discipline but not as bad as an English headmaster’s cane. This is nothing compared to how that would feel. You don’t have a lot of meat back here, but you’ll survive.”

Being the dominant male seemed to bring out his garrulous side. “So Tom, do you know why they call this a tanning?”

That one I was willing to answer, “No sir, I don’t.”

“I would say the redness looks more like a sunburn. But your rear will definitely be darker when I’m done with it. I’m going to try to bruise it, bring out some purple marks — especially when I use the ruler. But I can do the same thing with just my hand if I put some effort into it.”

He pondered the situation for a moment. “Okay, let’s see how much damage I can inflict on you.”

He lifted his big hand a long way back and brought it crashing down onto my naked ass. At that point, I began to wonder if my job was really worth going through the punishment. As he continued to beat me, I was saying something like, “ow,” “ow,” “ow.” My feet came off the floor and my legs swung around.

“Come on, keep those legs down.” He swatted at them, “Take your licking like a man, not like the pussy you seem to aspire to be.” He said a moment later, “My hand is making quite an impact on your behind. Your butt is bouncing around very dramatically, I’d say.”

My whole body was squirming by then, and my hips were moving up and down in tandem with his hand hitting me. I was also sliding along on top of his pants, which felt wonderful on my cock.

At one point he stopped long enough for me to catch my breath. “No girlfriend, huh? I bet you masturbate all of the time.”

I managed to say, “I suppose so.”

He began to rub me again. I gasped at his touch.

“A little tender; I’m not surprised. Your ass feels scorching now. I see it’s time to put some more handprints on top of my existing ones.” With that, he went back to slamming me. I tried to control myself, but at each stroke, I clenched my buttocks, brought my legs up, and cried out something. My right hand scrabbled on the desktop.

“Your bottom is getting good and red now. Let’s see if we can bring out some of that purple as I proposed.” With that, he seemed to redouble his efforts. He landed more slaps on the backs of my thighs too. Yet my cock was erect through the entire session, and I could feel his stiff shaft pushing up through the lap of his pants.

Finally, he said, “Well, Tommy boy, it’s time for some ruler action. You want some wood on that backside of yours?”

I had hoped that he might skip that stage. “Ah, yeah, I guess so.”

“Ah, guess what?”

“Yes, sir!”

“Then stand up and bend over the desk. Push your behind up and out. That’s how you’re going to take the ruler.”

When I got up, I again put my hands on my sore rear. It didn’t seem that I could control my reaction, but again Charlie had no complaints about it.

As I bent over the desk, he said, “I do like your smooth, taut backside. As I said, it’s too bad I have to hit it so severely.” His admiration of my body gave me plenty of information about his sexual proclivities. He continued, “Now ask for your discipline.”

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Author’s notes:

● Content Warning: Description of historic sexual assault (character was 18 at the time)

***

Chapter 3: “Do You Mind If I take This Off?”

I woke up in his arms a few times during the night. Just a few brief lapses into consciousness while I remained mostly asleep. I remember feeling his plump, firm dick pressed up against me. It lay along my lower spine, almost burning with heat. When I pushed my back further into it, I felt it pulse.

Thump…thump…thump…

At one point I woke to find it perfectly wedged in my asscrack, the heat of it even more intense there. As I arched my back I felt his shaft rub along the sensitive skin of my hole. As I recall in that sleepy haze, he pushed even deeper. Not inside my hole, but he pressed his shaft along it so tight that it felt like it formed a seal. Once my anus connected with his shaft, the skin from each clung to one another. With most of the little movements we made, they would stick together. Every now and then one of us would shift enough that his rod would move along the skin, tightly pressed, and I’d feel a tingle all over.

***

When I woke up for real, the blinds were still closed but the slivers of daylight breaking through were enough to illuminate the room. Danny was gone. I was really hoping he’d be there.

I sat up in bed. Eric was also gone. Josh was still in bed, on the pullout; on his stomach; head to the side; hair covering one of his eyes; the other eye open, looking at me.

“Aaaah!” I cried, alarmed by his stare.

“Sorry,” he said, rousing himself, “I just woke up, too.”

My head ached, but not intolerably. I tried to orient myself. I was still naked. I remembered last night.

I had brought my clothes up to the bedroom, but they were nowhere to be seen. My phone, keys, and wallet were all on the bedside table, next to a full glass of water–from which I took a big gulp. I had left all those things in my pockets, I thought.

I reached for my phone. “11:30 AM”, it read, along with, “4 missed calls.”

It could be worse, I thought. It also could have been better and they could have texted, so I could just text back, but whatever.

I called the house line. My mom answered. I got the usual reminders and tiny guilt trips about how I need to call them and blah, blah. I indulged them–I usually did.

“Yes, I know, I’m sorry I was just having fun with friends,”

Josh nodded knowingly and smiled as I expertly deflected the parental guilt-trip with an implicit appeal to my social well-being. I got an ‘all right, son’ (in Urdu) in response, which means I had won. I told her I’d be home in a few hours.

Being the youngest of three children–by a whopping nine years–my parents tended to be pretty permissive with me. They weren’t with my older sister and brother–as those two were keen to remind me–but I think they got the chance to see that their strict, hands-on parenting didn’t really work out the way they wanted. It tended to just make everyone unhappy; perhaps them most of all. So they took a light touch with me.

They didn’t know I was gay. Not officially, though, I sometimes wondered how they could not. Especially my mom. I was good about covering my tracks, porn-wise, but there were other tells. I used to mess around with one of my few close (and gay) friends, Latif, in our house. I was constantly in my room singing and dancing to pop divas. I went through a Taylor Lautner/Twilight phase. Part of me wonders if it was just wilful ignorance.

After hanging up the phone I turned to Josh, who was now sitting up in bed. He was shirtless. He had a nice chest.

“Eric and Danny are probably in the kitchen,” Josh mumbled, “They usually get up a bit before me.”

Josh was stumbling out of bed, rubbing his head.

“You coming downstairs?” He asked me.

“In a minute; just gonna have a quick shower,” I said.

***

I came down the stairs wrapped in the towel, my skin all fresh and tingly from the shower. Eric and Josh were chatting at the dining table with empty bowls of cereal in front of them. Danny was at the sink, filling what looked like a plastic tub with water.

“Good morning, fellas,” I said, cheerfully, walking past the table towards Danny.

He was wearing a gleaming white tank top and a pair of light blue mesh shorts. A little tuft and a few wisps of dark hair poked out from his underarm, just above the curve of his bicep. He looked good, as always.

“There he is!” Danny shouted, spotting me as he carried the tub over to the espresso machine on the counter. “You want a cappuccino? Some cereal?”

“Sure, cappuccino, in a second,” I said, “I was actually just looking for my clothes first.”

As I began speaking Danny fired up the coffee grinder, its screeching buzz drowning out most of what I was saying.

“Sorry, what was that?” Danny asked.

I fixed a disapproving stare on Danny and said nothing, knowing full well that he’d spin up the grinder the moment I opened istanbul travesti my mouth.

“I didn’t hear what you said,” he continued, leaning towards me a bit.

I shook my head, contorting my mouth as I tried to not smile.

“C’mon, what did you say?”

“Wheresmyclo–“

*WHIRRRRRR*

He grinned as I simply continued to shake my head until he released the grinder. I waited until his hands were off it. Rather than say anything I just gestured at myself, wearing only a towel, and gave him a questioning look.

“Yeah, you look good,” he said, grinning like the mischievous, sexy, demon that he was, and slotting the espresso machine together.

“Gee thanks,” I gushed, sarcastically.

He finished assembling my fancy coffee. He placed the cappuccino on a saucer, and reached into an earthen jar, producing a small plastic-wrapped biscotti that he laid next to the cup.

He slid the whole thing over to me.

“Sugar?” He asked.

“No, thank you,” I said, lifting the cup to my lips.

It started as an affectation to feel more adult and sophisticated. My parents didn’t drink coffee, only tea. My older siblings drank their drip black and their lattes without sugar. So, I did too. It didn’t take long for me to develop a real taste for it. I now specifically enjoyed coffee for its bitter sting.

This cappuccino delivered, the espresso shocking my tongue awake and a subtle, natural sweetness from the frothed milk to smooth it out.

“This is really good, thank you,” I said.

“I’ve been making one for Ma’ every morning since I was, like, 10,” Danny said, stepping a little closer to me, and casually pinching my left nipple; a little jolt of pain and pleasure.

From the table, Eric interrupted his chatter with Josh to yell something vaguely Italian-sounding–almost certainly not real words–in an affected feminine voice that I assume was meant to be Danny’s mother.

“Close, you’re getting much better,” Danny said. “Soon I won’t be able to tell you apart.”

The reminder of all the history they shared no longer felt alienating, only endearing.

“So, about my clothes–“

“Oh, you don’t need those,” he said, putting his right hand on my upper chest and tracing his thumb down.

“Pretty sure your neighbours will disagree.”

“Wait, you’re not leaving yet, are you? We were gonna go swimming; you don’t need clothes for that. Yours are in the wash and won’t be ready for another hour.”

I appreciated the effort he was putting into keeping me naked. I was also a bit annoyed. I had worn those clothes for maybe three hours before removing them for the night. There’s no way they actually needed washing. At this point he could have just asked me to strip and I would have!

“An hour-and-a-half, max,” he added, sounding almost contrite. “Maybe I should have asked. But then I might have missed all this,” he said, slowly slipping his thumb under my towel.

He looked at me and I met his gaze. His thumb was tickling my pubes. Trying to remain as expressionless as possible, I took a sip of my cappuccino.

It wasn’t a surprise when he tugged and the towel fell to the floor. He continued running his thumb down, along my soft penis, which he took a gentle hold of. Josh and Eric perked up in their seats, but couldn’t quite see. The kitchen counter was in the way.

Danny stroked my cock a bit, but he mostly just fondled it; caressing, inspecting. I felt myself chub-up in his rough hand.

“Fuck!” Josh yelled, capturing all our attentions, “I’m supposed to be at my dad’s place, like, 25 minutes ago. I completely forgot.”

Josh, panicking, looked from Eric to Danny. Eric offered to take him. He had driven Josh last night and he was only planning on staying for an hour or two anyway, he said. They hurriedly packed their things and were almost out the door.

“Moh, nice to finally hang out with you for real,” Josh said, giving me a hug, unfazed by my nudity. As he broke off from me he gave my cock a few tugs before backing away.

“What he said,” Eric said, giving me a fist bump.

Then they were both gone and it was just Danny and me.

“So, are we going for a swim?” I asked.

“Why don’t we skip swimming,” Danny said, looming over me and running his finger in circles over my nipples.

He kissed me. We kissed. It felt so natural to feel his mouth on mine, the little pricks of stubble on his upper lip, his hot breath. My dick stiffened against his shorts. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and he lifted his arms. I pulled the shirt off of him as he swiftly removed his shorts and underwear.

We embraced again, our legs and arms moving to entwine each other, our naked bodies and plumping cocks pressing together, and our wet lips still smacking away. My hands travelled up his sides, caressing his obliques and his lats, until reaching his pits.

I lifted up his right arm and nestled my face in the dewy pocket of dark fur. His little armpit hairs tickled my nose. I took istanbul travestileri in a deep breath, inhaling his rich, earthy aroma, like leather and moss and oil. My nose clung to his sweaty pit as I dragged it around, salivating.

“You,” Danny whispered, “are a dirty boy.”

I let my tongue out and licked his musky pit. The hairs in my mouth weren’t terribly pleasant, but the rest was; the heat, the moisture, and of course the smell. I was so turned on, and so was he. Our dicks were rising together. I long held a fascination with armpits, but I had never felt comfortable enough with someone to indulge it. I always thought they would think it was gross. (I mean Danny had just called me a ‘dirty boy’, but in-context and coming from him, that was certainly a compliment.)

I brought my mouth down to his nipple and licked it, then kissed it, then gently nibbled it. Danny’s breath quickened and I took his growing cock in my hand, stroking it as I teased his little hard nipple and burrowed my face in his firm chest. In a few moments, we were both fully hard, dicks thwacking against one another as we swayed our hips.

“Get on the sofa. Kneel on it,” I said, adding, “with your back facing out.”

Danny grinned and ran over to the couch. He arched his back and bent over, letting his big muscled cheeks part, revealing his tight, little, pink hole. I wasted no time; I swooped down and plunged my tongue in. Ever since Danny had mentioned that he wanted to get rimmed more, I had been eager to help him out.

The hot, sweaty skin enveloped the front of my face like a mask, his musk sealed in with my nose and mouth. My tongue lapped at his smooth, puckered skin, the tip swirling around to feel every little groove, the taste of salt, skin and metal on it as it flexed inside Danny’s juicy ass.

We both moaned as my wet mouth slicked about his butthole. He started slamming the couch headrest with his hand. He bit into it and let out a muffled scream. I slapped his muscled ass as I continued feasting on it, admiring the sight of his rippled back. His body broke out in sweat, my nose and lips sliding along the moisture beading on his supple, creamy skin.

He gripped the headrest with both hands, tightly, the veins bulging in his red fists. His body spasmed–a sort of twerking motion, his back arching, his butt undulating–but I kept his sweet, smooth hole firmly pressed against my slobbery face.

I slapped his ass with both my hands, the sound clapping in my ears, the skin under my hands turning red. I kept tonguing him as he moaned, and couldn’t help but let my teeth scratch his sensitive skin, making him yelp and shiver. I wanted to devour him like his butt was devouring my face.

We took tiny breaks, only a few seconds at a time, as things got too intense for him. Then he’d shout for me to keep going. We switched position; my head resting on the couch seat while he sat his big ass on my face.

He gyrated and screamed expletives, without the muffling of a mouthful of sofa. His butt was smothering my face like two firm pillows, covering my nose and mouth. I became lightheaded; I could barely breathe–I couldn’t breathe, for the most part–only taking in little gasps of air as the seal momentarily broke.

I rimmed for a long time. He was insatiable. Every time I thought he was done he’d just keep squashing my face, his puckered, wet hole and my puckered wet lips trying to swallow each other.

Eventually he ground to a halt and breathlessly unseated himself from my face. He was sweating, his broad chest heaving. I could have kept going. I loved feeling him twitch and spasm, seeing the muscles ripple across his body like a wave, the feeling that I could make this adonis quiver with delight.

He took me by the face and kissed me, slowly and passionately, no doubt tasting the lingering musk of his ass. He gently stroked my cheek with his fingers and gazed into my eyes.

He kissed me again, more chastely this time, using only his lips, before saying, “I wanna fuck you.”

He swallowed a lump in his throat. Gone was his usual silliness; just a smouldering intensity. He seemed almost sad or distressed compared to his usual upbeat self, but he was really just fixated.

As I was nodding my head, whispering “Yes,” he kissed and delicately licked my ear.

“I need to fuck you,” he whispered, nibbling my ear.

We headed up to his room. My heart raced as I watched those sculpted haunches flex their way up the steps. I was about to get pounded by a very strong, very affectionate stud; I was excited and terrified.

As we got into the bedroom I was struck by the lingering boy-smell in the air. He threw open the drapes, flooding the room in bright daylight. The light gleamed off his beautiful, sweaty body. His thick, hard dick cast a massive shadow on his leg.

He hoisted me up in his arms and slammed my back down on the mattress, his mouth locked on mine. He grabbed a bottle of lube from the bedside table. He lifted travesti istanbul my legs and started licking my hole, plying it with his lubed up fingers.

He got two fingers in real quick, his tongue zipping around them as he kept pleasuring my ass. He applied more and more lube. I whimpered as he breached me with a third finger, still passionately slobbering on my hole.

He slapped the fat head of his dick on my anus.

“Ahh,” I moaned, swallowing and gasping. My body was tingling with pleasure feeling his bare dick against my anus, but I finally managed to spit out, “Condom?”

“Oh,” he said, with an unmistakable look of surprise and disappointment, “Um, yeah sure.”

Most of my straight friends didn’t really use condoms. All my gay friends did. I had heard of a new anti-retroviral: a pill, supposedly taken prophylactically every day, which more or less completely prevented the transmission of HIV. Truvida or something? I should have known, I was going to major in Biochem. Regardless, until I was on it, raw sex was just too risky.

I had only had bareback sex once in my life. And it wasn’t my choice.

Brett was his name. He fucked me doggy style, outside the school at night, in the cold grass. He was using a condom, one that I had put on him. And then, at some point, he wasn’t. He didn’t tell me, much less ask me, about taking it off. When I realized, I told him I had another one in my pocket and that he should put it on. He ignored me and kept pounding. I asked him to stop. He ignored me and kept pounding. I froze. And then I just tried to pretend I wasn’t there.

I felt a brief wave of dizziness and exhaustion. Thinking about it always made me tired.

Danny reached over to his bedside cabinet and retrieved a gold foil wrapped condom. Magnums, obviously.

I unwrapped the condom and rolled it all the way down his fat, hard cock. I laid back down and lifted my legs, which he gripped onto. A thin layer of latex now pressed against my hole. He pushed gently and slowly and once again penetrated me.

I felt a sting and a surge of pleasure as my hole stretched around the girth of Danny’s manhood. He pushed in a couple inches and I struggled to take him any further. Flanked by my legs, I saw him fix a smouldering gaze directly at me, making precise and intense eye contact while he gently hammered his way into me. I met his stare, but then quickly looked away, intimidated perhaps by looking him in the eye.

He brought his face down to mine.

“Look at me,” he said.

My heart raced and I turned my head to face his, our noses tapping together as he thrusted. I directly met his stare this time and didn’t look away. His piercing gaze was at once frightening and inspiring. It made me feel both vulnerable and powerful.

He put one hand on my cheek and kissed me. I moaned as he pushed, his huge dick had to have been more than halfway inside me now. I could feel him stretching my insides. A dull ache and a warm sensation travelled through my abdomen.

“Oh fuuuuuck,” I panted, directly in his face.

He kissed me aggressively, biting my lip and licking me savagely, like a predator, his tongue sweeping through my mouth and occasionally along my face. He bit my cheek; as I felt the sharp sting of his pearly white teeth, he thrusted even more–now he was all the way in.

My entire upper body seized with pain and pleasure as I felt his big cock filling me, the firm meat pressing against my prostate and stretching my anus. His kisses became more tender as he started thrusting. He moved slowly at first, but within seconds my ass had learned to take him fully, and he was pounding me.

He started jackhammering. His body clapped against my ass with stinging force. I felt the shockwaves of his cock charging through my rectum, travelling throughout my body with every pump. It was bliss, I grappled him as tightly as I could with my legs and arms as he pounded away at me.

I was sweating ferociously, my body slippery to the touch. We kissed again. As our tongues twirled together, I couldn’t help but feel a kind of restraint on his part. Restraint may not have been the best word, but there was something.

Even in this short time, I felt I had gotten to know Danny’s body language. With every touch he gave so much attention and passion, and right now, some minuscule part of that was absent and I could tell. I had a pretty good idea why, too. And I wasn’t sure if I should ask him. I had a feeling I knew where this road led.

“What’s wrong?” I finally asked him, while he was diligently pumping me full of cock.

“What?” He looked genuinely confused and concerned. “What do you mean? Nothing’s wrong?”

I lifted my head to kiss him.

“I just get the feeling that you’re liking it, but you’re not loving it,” I said.

He chuckled, recognizing that I was quoting his words from last night. He kept thrusting, but slower.

“I don’t want to be an asshole or anything,” he said, looking a little embarrassed, adding, “but, do you mind if I take this off?” Referring to the condom (the only thing he was wearing). “I don’t have to! I’m kind of a fuck machine; I can fuck all sorts of ways,” he quickly added, making a show of thrusting harder and flashing me his pearly whites.

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I climb in the back of his black suburban, the windows tinted so dark that it looks as though no one is in the car. I adjust in the heated leather seat, which feels nice. It’s January in Chicago and this is a particularly harsh winter. The temp on the nearby bank sign reads -4 degrees outside.

“Good morning James, hope you slept well,” he said as I close the door.

“Good morning, I slept okay, more nervous than not, but I’ll adjust,” I reply, avoiding eye contact.

“Okay, let’s get moving then,” an order to his driver. His apartment was about 40 minutes away, which meant plenty of time for small talk in the back of this very nice SUV, something I couldn’t afford.

“Okay, James. Do you have what I asked you to bring?”

“Yes, I have it,” as I fish the paper out of my pocket and hand it to him.

“Good, did you sign it yet,” he asks?

“Yes, I have.”

“Let’s review verbally, and with my driver as a witness. I hope you understand, I always need to protect myself. Many boys have tried lawsuits and failed.”

“I understand.”

He begins reading the contract out loud and I am required to verbally agree to each one, or the driver will turn around and drop me off. I’ve already signed a NDA, so this never happened if it should come about.

“I, James Griffin, agree to submit as a leather gimp beginning the date of 12th of January at 8:00am through the 14th of January at 7:00pm and will agree to the following activities;

To be clothed in any outfits decided by the Master, including, but not limited to Leather, Rubber, Latex, and Lace.

To be locked in a metal chastity cage, provided by the Master, for the entire duration of service, and only the Master may unlock and remove the cage after locking it.

To be subjected to bondage, oral sex, anal sex, household chores, and serving in houseboy capacity as the Master requires.

Any anal penetration will be bare, as both parties have been recently tested and abstained from sex for a period of at least fourteen days prior to dates of service.

To service any and all guests that the Master has during the dates of service as the Master requires. Any identities of guests will be kept confidential by both the Master and the gimp. If anal penetration occurs from a guest, it will be done with LambSkyn condoms. The Master also agrees to be present for any and all service with guests to ensure safety of the gimp.

Any additional requirements during the dates of service must be discussed between the Master and the gimp, the gimp will be allowed to agree or refuse any additional services once the time of service begins, with no negative repercussions.

Signed below by gimp and the Master on this date, the 12th of January.”

“Good boy, now you’re my gimp as the clock just struck 8:00am, so strip gimp.”

“What? Here? In the car? But what if someone sees me?”

Master reaches over, unbuckles my seat belt, grabs my hair, and pulls me over his lap so quickly, I didn’t have time to react. He swats each ass cheek, hard, three times each, my groans of pain quite loud in the back of the moving car.

“Listen to me gimp, you do not disobey me. When I give you a command, you are strictly to obey. You may say, yes Master or thank you Master, but that is all. Now, get these fucking clothes off before I punish you further.”

He sits me back up, my ass cheeks on fire, and I remove my shirt, handing it to him. I then slide my sweat pants and underwear off together, also handing them to him. He fishes my phone, wallet, and keys from the pockets.

“Socks and shoes gimp. Let’s go.”

I istanbul travesti remove both my socks and sneakers, handing them to him, as I am now stark naked in the back of this SUV, thank goodness the heat is on.

He grabs the box that was sitting to his right that I hadn’t noticed, throwing all my objects in it. He turns off my phone before tossing it in. He removes my driver’s license from the wallet, handing it to his driver, then putting it in the box as well. He replaces the lid on the box, and holds in front of me, “look gimp.”

He locks the box closed, with a timer lock on it. It reads just short of 59 hours on it.

“This box will not unlock until 6:55pm on Sunday, which means all of your belongings are now secure and you are truly MY gimp. Your driver’s license will be held by my driver in the case of law enforcement, as well as the contract we both have signed.”

“Yes Master,” was all I responded with. The sting of my previous punishment kept me in line as I did not want to experience that again.

I was looking at Master as he was fidgeting in another leather bag, and he pulls out a pair of leather gloves, sliding them over each hand. He was a leather Master who enjoyed using leather gimps, as his profile read. When I messaged him I didn’t know who he was, but we’ve gotten to this point, and I’ve fantasized about being a gimp for years, and now I get to do it.

I had been in between jobs, and while this wasn’t a paid gig, it gave me something to do on this cold weekend in January.

I was watching Master intently, when he looked over, grabbed my hair again, “Why are you looking at me Gimp? Objects don’t look at their Master, just the floor. You are only to be used for my pleasure, and have no reason to watch what I am doing.”

I drop my gaze to the floor, “yes Master.”

I hear some more rummaging, but do not dare to look in his direction, “Gimp, on your knees in the seat, facing the window, your hands on the door.”

I immediately follow directions, and I feel his leather fingers pushing against my hole. The cold lube on his fingers makes it easier for his two fingers to push past the ring. I remember to try and push out, easing the pressure. It doesn’t take long for me to relax the ring, and begin to enjoy the sensation of his fingers pushing against my prostate, and a stream of precum drips from my cock.

“Gimp likes his hole played with. Good. I’m going to be using this hole quite a bit this weekend. Now, I’m going to push the plug in, take a deep breath gimp.”

I do so and he pushes a medium to large size plug inside me. Just as the largest part of the plug gets through, the pressure begins to settle as I get used to the size of it.

He grabs my hair, pulling me down to the floor in front of the seat, “you made a mess of my seat gimp, clean it up.”

He pushes my head down to where the small pool of precum gathered, I stick my tongue and lap up the precum, tasting the wet leather. Once the seat is clean, Master grabs my hair and pulls me up to the seat.

“We may have to put you in a jockstrap gimp, you’re making a mess in my car, and I do not want you ruining the upholstery. Here, put this on,” as he hands me a leather jockstrap.

I slide the jockstrap up over my legs and it’s just big enough to contain my erections, but also catching my precum as I’ve never been more turned on.

“Give me your hands gimp,” he commands.

I turn slightly and present my hands, “make a fist,” and he slides two leather mitts over my hands, rendering them useless as he locks both of them on with little gold locks. Both of the istanbul travestileri locks have been engraved with his initials, ensuring that I remember I belong to him this weekend.

He reaches into his bag one more time, pulling out something that I can’t see because I’m intently staring at the floor. He puts the thick leather collar around my neck, and with the click of another gold lock, it’s secure.

“Good gimp, now, sit back, and let me put your seat belt back on. We will be at my parking garage in ten minutes, I need to check some emails.”

I lean back into the seat, he reaches over me, his cologne invading my nostrils, causing a drop of precum to escape into my pouch. The seatbelt clicks, and I’m secure in the seat. I leave my mitted hands on my thighs and continue watching the floor.

Ten minutes go by like a flash and we are pulling into an underground tunnel of a large building in Chicago.

“We have arrived Sir,” his driver announces as he steps out of the vehicle.

The door next to me swings open and the driver reaches in and removes the seat belt, “get out gimp,” Master commands.

I look around and see that there’s no one else here, so I step out of the car, stumbling to the pavement as his driver steadies me. Master soon climbs out behind me and attaches a leash to my collar, pulling me behind him. I follow him, looking at the cars in the lot, hoping that his neighbors don’t stumble out and see me.

He pulls the leash tighter and now I’m closer to him. As he changes positions behind me, his body against mine, his leather gloved hand wraps around my face, “these cars are all mine. This is my own private section of the garage, and the elevator is also privately mine. When we get in, you are to get on your knees while we ride up to the top floor. I own this building, so we have complete privacy.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master.”

The elevator doors open, and Master walks in, pulling my leash with him, and once I step into the doors, I drop to my knees, kneeling next to him.

“Okay gimp, you are to position yourself next to me, on your knees, with your mitts behind your back, head facing downwards. When I need you, I will call for you. Otherwise, gimps are there, but not heard. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“Good gimp, and if you’re lucky, you may be rewarded for your good service.”

The elevator zooms up the floors, and very quickly the doors are opening again, Master steps out of the doors, pulling my leash with him. I have not been told to get up, so I’m guessing I crawl behind him.

I begin to crawl, my mitts making it a little easier, as I attempt to keep up with his long strides, and we reach his door which is then opened for him, and we pass through to his luxurious penthouse apartment.

He pulls my leash until I’m in the middle of the living room, between the large black leather sofas, “When I’m not using my gimp, you are to be right here. You will either be sitting on your feet, with your mitts behind you, or wherever I may lock them, or you will be on all fours, whichever I decide. Again, you are not to make any noise, I will call for you when I need you.”

“Yes Master, thank you Master,” I push out of my mouth.

“Good gimp, now, we need to get you into proper uniform, let’s go into the closet.”

I follow him as he pulls the leash, crawling on the nice lush carpet, making my knees hurt a lot less than wood floors would have.

“Get up on this ottoman gimp,” he commands, and I climb up. It’s just tall enough and large enough for me to be on all fours, my ass exposed and out.

“Damn travesti istanbul gimp, that hole does look inviting, I think I may fuck my new toy now. Give it my first load, which is just the first of many loads. Deep breath gimp.”

I do as he says, and he pulls the plug from my hole, which makes a suction noise as it lets it go. I hear him fidgeting with a belt and I feel his cock plunge inside my hole, all the way to the base.

“Oh fuck, damn,” escapes from my mouth before I can stop it.

He grabs my hair, his 8 inches firmly inside me, “What did I say gimp? You are not to be heard unless I tell you to, now you’ll be punished for your lack of control.”

He pulls his cock from my hole, and I feel the sting of a leather belt hitting my ass.

He hits my ass five times, and stands in front of me. His leather glove grabbing my hair again, “what did we learn from that gimp?”

“Gimps are only to speak when commanded to Master. My sincerest apologies Master, thank you Master for reminding me how to behave Master.”

“Good gimp,” as he drops my hair, returning behind me.

He pushes his cock deep inside me again, without much warning, but the plug has loosened me up.

He begins his thrusting, holding my leash, pulling my collar back towards him, forcing my head up, and my ass down.

His moaning is increasingly fast, he doesn’t talk much, but he’s focused on one thing. His thrusting feels so good, filling me up with his thick cock, and I’m in heaven.

He pulls out from me, leaving me empty and wanting more, but I dare not speak for it. I do not like the punishment. He reaches under me, putting his leather gloved hand inside my pouch, “damn gimp, there’s a bottle of lube in this jock. Perfect, now I’m going to breed my gimp.”

“Thank you Master,” is all I say before he thrusts deep inside me once more, his cock now buried once again inside me, but covered in my own precum.

“Fuck gimp, that feels so good, I’m going to cum,” he says as he grabs my leash and his thrusts becoming long and deep, until I feel him push once more against me, pushing as far into my hole as he can get, grunting as he unloads his cum inside my hole.

He stands behind me, his dick still inside me, breathing heavily while I feel his cock twitching inside me.

He finally pulls from me, and pushes the plug back inside me, keeping me open, as I’m assuming it will be all weekend long.

He walks around me, standing in front of me, “clean my dick gimp, get those ass juices and cum off it.”

I open my mouth and he pushes his cock forwards in my mouth, tasting the lube, precum, and his cum, sucking hard to get every drop off.

He seems satisfied as he pulls his cock from my mouth, then walks away from me for a moment. When he returns, he pushes a ball gag in my mouth, “get off your knees, and just put your stomach and chest against the ottoman,and your mitts and feet on the floor.”

I do so, and the ottoman is the perfect height as he begins tying the mitts to each leg of the ottoman. Once the ropes are secure, he walks behind me and ties my ankles to the back legs. He swats my ass a bit, not hard, but enough to make a mild sting.

He walks in front of me, and holds a little black object in front of my face for me to see. “See here gimp, this is a remote, it controls the plug in your hole. I’m going to take a shower, and my driver here is going to make sure you don’t get into trouble while I’m away. You don’t need your sight for this.”

He places a thick leather blindfold over my eyes, and now I’m left with very few of my senses.

I suddenly feel the sharp intense vibrations of the plug in my hole as it roars to life, and then begins to thrust inside me, pushing right against my prostate. I begin moaning into my gag, and Master slaps my ass again, “Good gimp, enjoy that, I’ll be back in a bit.”

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All Rights Reserved © 2021, Rick Haydn Horst

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER THREE

Having opened the glass wall to the terrace during the night, at about eight o’clock that morning, to the faint sound of seagulls and ocean waves, Felix played his final encore after several overnight performances of the song Adrianus loved so much. Only then had he allowed himself an orgasm during his final bow.

Adrianus laid there for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation he felt both inside and out, wishing Felix could provide a series of performances for the rest of his life, keeping his body aflame with the stimulation of every thrust like a bellows blowing coals to keep them hot. He made him feel alive and close to another human being for the first time in a long while, and with every intimate moment, it drew him closer to the place inside him where the ability to feel care, love, and concern for another human being had lain fusty and fallow.

He rested his head on Felix’s chest and wrapped an arm over him, holding onto him as though he might leave, and said to him, “Sexually speaking, you are a giant among men. Did you know that?”

“Am I?” asked Felix.

“Oh yes. You are out-of-this-world, as some might say.”

Felix smiled.

“Now that you’re no longer in me, though, I’m unsure that I’ve ever felt so empty.” The moment he said those words, he sensed the depth of their truth, in more ways than the one that prompted it.

The sound of his voice spoke to Felix as much as the words. He had heard it before. He knew he could fulfill a need that people seemed incapable of satisfying any other way. He gave them an experience that made them feel alive, and for some, it was not much different from those who bungee jump or casually steal from a department store, but for others like Adrianus, Felix fulfilled their need for a human connection, but also something even less tangible, something akin to a state of well-being, something to tip the scales back to an otherwise inaccessible okayness, even if only for a moment.

Felix asked him, “May I speak with you about you? One human being to another.”

“Sure.”

“How long have you felt empty?”

Adrianus thought about it for a moment, hesitated to answer, and sighed. “A long time.”

“The emptiness inside you…it cannot be filled from the outside. There is an external component to it, but there’s only so much that someone outside you can do. Do you want to feel whole?”

“I don’t know that I can; it’s been so long. How old do you think I am?”

“28, maybe.”

“I am far older, and if I told you how old, you would think I was crazy.”

Felix shrugged. “Maybe, I already think you’re crazy.”

Adrianus laughed. “I probably am.”

“So, how old are you? I promise to believe you.”

“Out of fear, I’ve never told anyone this, but after my nine-hundred and seventy years, I feel as empty as a dry well. I don’t know how to live my life anymore, and I just want it to stop.”

Felix tipped Adrianus’s head back to look him in the face to see if he were joking, and in the morning light, his eyes conveyed nothing but an unfathomable pain. “Okay,” he said. “Well…I made a promise, and I will stick to it. You already know how unbelievable that is, but let’s suggest for a moment that it isn’t. After all these years, what’s your biggest problem?”

“Being alone and watching everyone I care about die one day.”

“So, you have needed some interpersonal consistency in your life. At the very least, you need a friend like you. Do you know of no one who is as long-lived as you?”

Adrianus thought about it for a moment. It never occurred to him that he could befriend Ronan as an alternative to killing him. The stability of a consistent friend could be what he needed to make life more tolerable. He must admit, he had never had that, but he wasn’t sure. He felt he had lived too long, and Ronan’s death may be his only means out of life itself. Either now or later, Ronan would have to die if Adrianus wanted to die. He would have to think about it.

“You told me you were only nineteen,” said Adrianus, “how did you get so wise?”

“I’ve been told I have a young body and an old soul.”

“I know that feeling, but I think you’re a wiser man than me.”

“Usually,” said Felix, “when it comes to problem-solving, someone’s objectivity is inversely proportional to their emotional proximity to the problem.”

Adrianus stared at him for a moment with a raised brow. “You’re obviously more than just a high-priced call-boy. How about we clean up, dress, have breakfast (on me), and we drop by a bank, so I can pay you? I’m not exactly poor; how does one hundred thousand dollars sound? In my opinion, you’ve more than earned it.”

“A hundred thousand?”

“Someone could easily pay an in-demand violin virtuoso ninety thousand for a one-night performance for a group of people who istanbul travesti collectively paid more than that to hear them. You gave me six performances over about nine hours and proffered some invaluable advice. I think one hundred thousand is fitting considering your skill level. You’ve given me a transcendental experience and spoiled me for anyone else. That’s the problem with starting at the top, you know; anyone else will pale in comparison. How much do you usually charge for an overnight?”

“Just a thousand,” he said. “A hundred thousand is so outrageous, I don’t know that I should believe you, but I think you would pay too much if you did.”

“You must not have heard of me, but I insist. For the first time in my life, I would pay someone what they’re actually worth. You’ve helped me more than you can imagine. Besides, I suspect you waste that brain of yours. Think about going back to school.”

As Felix showered first, Adrianus set a code to the room’s safe, built into the cabinet that held the television. Not that he felt he couldn’t trust Felix, but he had to hide the dagger, and just so there would be no question, he tossed his wallet in while he had it open. He saw it as taking a reasonable precaution, given the circumstances.

He joined Felix in the bathroom and entered the oversized stand-up shower. He stood at the end watching Felix rinse off.

The young man smiled. “I enjoy the hotel’s water pressure.”

“Sometimes, it’s the simple things in life.” Adrianus eyed him as the rivulets streamed down his sinewy body. “You are beautiful, Felix.”

“So are you, especially for a 970-year-old. Why have you not aged?”

“That’s a long story. I’ll tell you over breakfast.”

“I look forward to it.” He kissed him as they swapped places, and Felix left the shower to dry off.

As Adrianus showered, he fantasized a crazy notion of taking Felix with him and giving him a better life than the one he had. But he wouldn’t have wanted him to feel beholden to him; a healthy relationship of any kind needs a better foundation than that.

Over the sound of the water, he thought he heard voices, and at first, he figured it was the television, but then came the deep resonant metallic sound of something heavy ripping apart, and Felix yelled, “Elias!” He turned off the water and grabbed a towel as he ran into the room.

The only one there was the woman who inappropriately called herself Happiness wearing a red minidress, and Adrianus held his breath as he scanned the room. She stood at the dining table digging into his wallet. The wooden cabinet door and the door to the metal safe lay across the room, and the unsheathed dagger lay on the floor behind her. Felix’s bellhop uniform remained draped across the chair where he laid it the night before, but he saw no sign of him. The pall of a terrible truth fell over him, and a weight settled into the pit of his stomach like concrete. She had destroyed that beautiful young man, the first person with whom he had made a connection in over a century, and with swelling anger, he shook as he asked, “Why did you kill him?” She said nothing as she pulled the pink card from his wallet. “WHY?” His voice could express no more than a fraction of the rage he felt.

“You need to remember why you’re here,” she said with a calm innocence, which only served to further infuriate Adrianus.

He moved toward her. “He was good; he didn’t deserve it!” He picked up the dagger from the floor.

“He was of no consequence. Where did you get this card?”

He came up behind her and looked over her shoulder. “I don’t know,” he said containing the rage that drove him to act. He snatched his wallet from the table in front of her. “I thought the card came from you.”

He gripped the dagger as hard as he could and drew back his right arm. It seemed fitting that she should receive what she meant for Ronan. The woman was manipulating Adrianus, but she wasn’t just the enemy, she was pure evil, and you don’t give evil a fighting chance. He thought to himself, “For Felix.” He gave her one sharp jab in the lower back, and the blade’s tip pierced her skin. In the moment of her destruction, time slowed, and a spherical shockwave punched him in the gut as it pushed his body away. As it expanded, it shattered like glass everything else in its path as the leading edge propelled him backward through the wall. Small chunks of metal and concrete accompanied him as he cannonballed through the open air, away from the hotel, and over the beach. As it all receded, he watched the wave eject part of the building upward and outward, but also, as the sphere of destruction continued to expand, a concave depression broadened and deepened, compacting entire floors of the structure, crunching downward and away from him as the invisible wave demolished the building from the top down. As the wave lost energy, his momentum took over, carrying him a bit further, but eventually, he dropped into the water ten yards from the shore.

He awoke naked on the beach with someone trying to resuscitate him, blowing air into his lungs, and for a moment, he thought it was Felix kissing him. He coughed istanbul travestileri and gasped trying to catch his breath from the gut punch.

The man who rescued him from the water had jogged the beach that morning. He removed the wet zip hoodie he wore and covered his naked body with it. “Are you okay?” he asked. Adrianus heard his muffled voice through the high pitch note in his ears from the percussive blast. “I saw you land in the water.”

Within a few minutes, Adrianus’s body would simply return to its previous state, just as it had whenever he had faked his own death. With stiff muscles, he struggled to turn onto his hands and knees, gasping for air, trying to comprehend what had happened. He could see building debris scattered around the beach and several floors of the hotel had disappeared from the detonation that he knew began when and where he stabbed the woman. The wind from the sea moved the dust cloud further onto the island. He gazed downward. One fist gripped his waterlogged wallet, but the fingers of the other still strangled the remains of the dagger, the blade either broken off or destroyed. He sat with his feet beneath him. Shaking, he threw his soggy wallet onto the sand and made a slow, painful effort to peel the fingers from the metal hilt in his hand.

“You are incredibly lucky,” said the man. “You look like you don’t have a scratch on you, but you probably should go to the hospital anyway.”

In breathless gasps, he said to the man, “Thank you, for your help.”

Knowing that not only was Felix gone, but his actions had killed many innocent people that morning. It caused him to look at himself and his life through the tears running down his cheeks. He had no idea who or what that woman was, but surely, she wasn’t alone, and he swore in the name of Felix Raposo and all those innocents who died that morning, that he would oppose them. “I need to find Stallion,” he whispered to himself.

——-

Dolos had tricked Ronan. Zipping and unzipping the bag would change the contents of the clothing, but no matter how many times he tried, he always had light-colored pants. With considerable aplomb, Ronan accepted that he couldn’t do much to rein in his Centaurian appendage, and apparently, Dolos insisted that it remain noticeable. As they dressed in far more stylish clothing, their pants fit a tad tight, but acceptable—Ronan’s in light gray and Liam’s in faded, distressed indigo. And like Liam’s light blue shirt, the white fabric of Ronan’s properly sized button-up gave a subtle display in the broadness of his armor-like pectorals, thick shoulders, and bulging biceps with a tapered fit at the waist.

In the bedroom, and nearly ready to go, Liam watched Ronan finish slipping the belt through the loops in his pants. “So, why do you think Chiron increased your size by forty pounds?”

“I’m uncertain. He must have believed we needed the extra strength for some reason.”

“Just how strong are you?”

Ronan pointed to the kitchen in the other room. “Do you have a case knife you can spare?”

“Sure.” He went to the drawer, retrieved one, and handed it to him.

He watched Ronan, thinking he would just bend the knife as though it were rubber, but instead, he took the stainless-steel knife and began to reform it as though it were nothing more than sculpting putty. He flattened the handle and spread it out to make it roughly uniform in width and thickness to the blade. He folded the metal over on the short side, turning it into a slender and relatively flat bar. He then began to roll it up into the spiral shape of a snail shell or nautilus. When he finished, he tossed it in the air and said, “Here you go. Catch.”

Liam caught it but bounced it back and forth between his hands. “It’s hot!” He rushed it to the sink and cooled it under the faucet while looking it over. “That’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I watched Henri do that, and he wasn’t even half my size. So, I don’t know how strong I am. I hope that doesn’t scare you.”

Liam dried off the bent hunk of metal with a dish towel, and he thought about it for a moment. He slipped it into his pocket, opened the refrigerator, and took out an egg. “Now it’s your turn to catch.”

Ronan caught the egg firmly but never broke the shell. He held it up. “What’s this for?”

“Well, you’re no Lennie Small, so that’s good.” Liam retrieved the egg from Ronan. “I figure, if you have the control necessary to catch an egg without breaking it, then I have no reason to fear you.”

“Chiron has had several lifetimes of great strength to grow accustomed to handling delicate objects, so I have no problem with that.”

“I see.” He returned the egg to the refrigerator. “Let’s get out of here.”

They stepped outside to the breezeway with their bags, and Liam inserted his key into the deadbolt to lock up. They descended the staircase, and Liam unlocked his Jeep when a sudden noise like an enormous nearby sonic boom shook the ground and vibrated through the air. A strong gust of wind sent dust and sand through the breezeway in front of the vehicle.

“What the hell was that?” asked Liam.

And travesti istanbul then came the falling debris. Dust, detritus, and larger fragments of building material rained from the sky, up to six blocks from the epicenter of the explosion, and all around them, they could hear the bits fall on every surface. Liam noticed Mrs. Novak gazing out her window. He spoke across the top of the Jeep’s hood. “Didn’t Dolos say that Adrianus stayed at the Cerulean Sea Hotel?”

“Yeah.”

Liam pointed. “The boom came from that direction; the hotel’s maybe three blocks away.”

The air grew hazier. “Quick, get in,” said Ronan, “this air is dangerous.” He laid his bag into the floorboard of the passenger side and tapped the vent control on the air conditioner. “Keep the vent closed until you get away from here; don’t breathe this air.”

“Where are you going?”

“I will assume that people need my help, and I’m going to give it to them.” He flashed a momentary smile. “The wind is blowing our direction, so go north. I will meet you at the bench shaped like a mooring cleat at the Haulover rescue station.”

“Do you think this has anything to do with Adrianus?”

“It could, but the meaning behind it is unclear.”

“Be careful.”

“As careful as I can be. See you soon.”

As Liam drove to the right out of the parking lot, Ronan turned left and sprinted around the block toward the source of the mayhem. People were racing away from the Cerulean Sea Hotel, either on foot or in their vehicles. The sound of sirens told of the imminent arrival of police, but the fire department, rescue workers, and ambulances would soon follow. One officer had already stopped to set up temporary roadblocks and direct traffic away from the building.

Ronan had to circumnavigate a mound of fallen debris and wrecked vehicles that lay on the road along the front. As people trickled from the entrance, he rushed inside. The air held a haze of powder, the ceiling had cracked, plaster had fallen, and the incident left the lobby in disarray. He could hear someone crying and calling for help. The stone check-in desk had cracked from the vibration of the explosion and had fallen onto the foot of the clerk. One of her coworkers, who happened to be her husband, tried to shift it enough to free her, but it weighed two tons, and it wouldn’t budge. He had already tied his belt around her lower leg, above the crush point.

They coughed from the bad air. “My wife is stuck. We need a jack.”

Ronan shook his head. “When I lift, you pull.”

“You can’t move it.”

To the man’s astonishment, Ronan slipped the fingers of his right hand beneath the granite slab and lifted it with little effort.

As the man picked up his wife, he asked Ronan, “Who are you?”

“My name is Stallion,” he said. “Are you okay to carry her out?”

Once he indicated he could, Ronan hurried off to help someone else without waiting for or expecting any thanks.

Meanwhile, in their desperate need to get away from the scene of the explosion, Liam had to contend with drivers speeding and blowing through stop signs and red lights. By the time he reached Fifth Street, the air had cleared, and the panicked drivers took the causeway to leave the island. The farther north he drove, the day seemed less eventful for most everyone on the road and the sidewalks.

He hadn’t eaten breakfast, so as he waited in the drive-through of his favorite smoothie joint for his mixture of yogurt, whey, berries, fruit, and beef liver, he tuned his radio to a local station, and they had stopped playing music to cover the events happening at the scene. As Liam expected, it was the same hotel. The discussion had the inevitable mention of a possible terrorist attack, but they had no evidence for that and admitted as much.

Back out on the road, he continued north, and at the Haulover Beach car park, he picked a spot in the mostly empty lot. He used his phone to livestream a local television channel’s coverage of the scene while he waited for over an hour before carrying Ronan’s bag to the rescue station. He rushed through the tunnel when it disrupted his cell connection while watching the livestream on the way.

——-

Trace Hawkins knew that he got his job as the Chief of Operations at the Haulover Rescue Station because people found him attractive. At 32 years of age, with his fit body, dark blond hair (that would lighten from the sun), tan skin, and a classically handsome face, it wouldn’t matter who else wanted the job with equal education and experience, they always seemed to pick him. He considered his striking appearance as almost a superpower. It drew people’s attention, seemed to overshadow those around him, and he had never met anyone like himself. Looks alone hadn’t gotten him the job, of course. His curriculum vitae had him perfectly qualified for it, and the fact that he had more than a few brain cells to rub together, natural leadership abilities, and an affable temperament hadn’t hurt any. But for all that Trace had going for him, he had a serious problem. Trace lived in quiet desperation as a gay man trapped in a straight man’s life. He grew up with a check mark beside every box for the common causes of Closet-Life. The top three, close-minded parents, raised in a Pentecostal church, and the prevalence of toxic masculinity in his childhood home and surrounding culture, exampled the worst of them.

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Maybe if he ran faster he wouldn’t think about her.

It had been a year since Lisa passed, and even now, the memories came back sharp, sudden, a knife to in his chest. The smell of citrus, the sound of a stream, he’d turn to tell her something, and she wasn’t there.

Damnit. Jack blinked the moisture from his eyes and ran harder. He’d managed a few weeks of unthinking relief since he’d gone back to running in Myler Park. True, the park wasn’t exactly the safest, and there was no chance he’d run there when it got dark. But, further back on the gravel trails where it was lush and green, he could almost escape. Escape the sad looks, the empty house, and the memories.

Instead of his usual left, he took a right, up the hill. Damn, even a few weeks back into a routine, the incline left him winded. He passed a gravel parking lot, with a lone Subaru station wagon parked under a tree, and pushed on.

Up and up he went, past scrubby pines and faded wildflowers. Abruptly, the path died in a clearing. Shit. He’d been here before.What was it, twenty three years ago? Not long after they got the house, they’d gone exploring. And when a young couple finds a clearing…

Jack’s running shorts began to tent. Despite their painful edge, the memories of her on all fours in the sun, the heat as he pushed into her, his hips gave an involuntary roll. Christ, that ass. They had fucked until they had collapsed into the soft grass and clover, holding each other as the sun dropped below the trees.

Damnit, while his body ached to feel her against him, his cock stood at full attention. Jack had only fucked once since the funeral, and it had been a disaster. Pam was nice enough, and those tits had been fantastic, but having another woman beside him reminded him too much of Lisa. It was cold comfort. He hadn’t even been able to come.

But, his erection wasn’t going away. For a brief moment, Jack considered beating off in the clearing but, instead he made his way back down the hill. Maybe a cool down and a cold shower were what he needed.

As he crunched past the parking lot, the station wagon was still sitting beneath the tree. But now the back door was cracked open. The driver’s seat looked empty, and Jack couldn’t see anyone around. Shit. Had someone forgotten to shut their door before going on a hike?

While part of him, the tired sweaty part, told him to leave it be, he couldn’t. What kind of asshole would he be if he didn’t shut the door? Myler park wasn’t crime-central, but this was basically asking for your car to be robbed. And, after all, what would Lisa say?

Mind lost to memories of good-hearted jabs and grumpy replies, Jack jogged over to the subaru. Rounding the back past tinted windows, he grabbed for the door, and… Oh shit.

A young man was sprawled on his front across the back seat, absentmindedly swiping through pictures on his phone. While he wasn’t tall by any means, he had his legs bent and ankles crossed, to keep him from sticking too far out of the station wagon. It gave Jack a perfect view of his ass.

A very bare ass, lifted slightly into the air, framed with strips of blue elastic.

“Uhh..” Jack took an involuntary step back.

“Took you long enou–” the young man rolled over, and yelped. “Jesus fucking Christ!”

“Shit. Sorry. Shit. I didn’t mean…” Jack was stammering, who the hell lays around in the back seat with their ass pointed to an open door?

The young man seemed to relax and pull himself up, “Hey… it’s no problem. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Uhhh…” istanbul travesti Jack was at a loss for words.

The young man grinned, Jack couldn’t help but notice the dimples, “So my friend kind of bailed on me… You wanna…”

“Uh… I’m not… I’m not gay.”

The young man rolled sky blue eyes, “Yeah neither are most of the guys around here. Besides,” he nodded, eyes going to Jack’s crotch. “Looks like you can use some help.” Despite everything, Jack’s cock twitched at the attention, it only made the young man grin wider. In a smooth motion, the young man pushed himself across the backseat to slide to the edge. He reached out and gave Jack’s cock a squeeze, which made Jack’s knees go a little weak. The young man sighed and ran his fingers across the length of him through the netted running shorts, “You’re pretty thick. Gotta give me a little time to work up to that, ok?”

Jack’s mouth went dry. This was insane. He didn’t like men that way, and even if he did, he wasn’t the sort to fool around with a stranger in public. Was he? For a moment he tried to think of Lisa, she always knew the right thing to do, but she was silent between his ears. The young man gave Jack’s cock a gentle squeeze, and continued to stare up at him. Jack swallowed and nodded.

The young man gave one last look around to check if the coast was clear, before he slowly pulled Jack’s shorts down, boxer briefs and all. Jack’s cock sprung outward from a thicket of dark hair (with more gray than he remembered). When was the last time he trimmed? Before he could form an apology, the young man tilted forward and ran his lips around his cock head. Jack shuddered, and the young man slowly leaned his head down, soft lips working their way down the underside of his shaft. The young man reached up and rolled Jack’s balls with one hand, while his other hand’s fingers ran through his pubes.

Kissing his way back up Jack’s cock, the young man took his head between his lips, and began slowly, almost delicately, to work Jack’s cock into this mouth, inch by inch. Jack let out an involuntary groan, as his hand instinctively began to work through the young man’s shaggy gold hair.

The young man let out a soft sound, before he finished making his way to the base. Just as slowly he pulled himself back, all the while giving Jack’s balls a gentle pull. He pulled himself off for a moment, sighed, flashed Jack another perfect grin, before sliding down his cock again, this time getting into regular strokes.

Jack groaned and felt his fingers tighten around the hair above the young man’s ear. Which earned him a view of bright blue eyes. He could practically see the shit-eating-grin in the young man’s expression, as he continued to rhythmically take him up and down.

Christ this kid is beautiful. Jack blinked, and shook his head. Why not admit the truth? Slim, golden blonde hair, blue eyes, and wide smile. He looked like he had rolled right out of a catalog. Jack ran a second hand through the young man’s hair, feeling his head bobbing up and down. The young man’s eyes had closed, and oh… there it was. His tongue was sliding up and down his cock as he worked, swirling his head on the way up and the way down.

“FUCK.” Jack groaned, and let his hips push toward the man’s face. The young man placed his hands on Jack’s and pressed them to frame his face. He stopped moving with as much purpose, and Jack–taking the hint–began to fuck him in the mouth. While the young man couldn’t help but gag a little, nobody had ever been able istanbul travestileri to suck Jack’s cock so well. Jack could feel himself knocking against the man’s throat, and the tightening was almost unbearably good. He felt a familiar sensation rise, and not wanting to end things too quickly, pulled himself from the young man’s mouth, leaving a line of pre-cum stretching from his lips. The young man gasped.

“Was getting close.” Jack rumbled.

“If you want to finish that way but,” the young man bit his still shiny lip, “I was hoping you could fuck me.”

Jack could only nod, which earned him another perfect grin. “Hey uh…” the young man ventured, “You ok with taking off your shirt?”

Jack answered only by peeling off the now sweat-soaked gray shirt and tossing it to the ground.

“Damn,” the young man whispered, “You are definitely hardcore daddy material.” With an almost hesitant hand, the young man splayed a hand across Jack’s chest. Jack wasn’t exactly cut anymore. Hadn’t been since his early thirties. But, he was definitely burly, and as the young man ran fingers through salt and pepper chest hair, Jack tensed his pecs, which earned him a little giggle. “Fuuuck. Man, you are hot.”

Jack chuckled, “Ok now your turn.”

Obediently the young man pulled off his tight red shirt. He had a dancer’s build, slight but all lean muscle. There was very little hair, save for some fuzz falling from his belly button to the wide-strapped blue jockstrap. Jack’s cock twitched again, to the notice of the young man, “So… how do you want me?”

“On all fours.” Jack’s voice was thick.

He nodded and turned back into the car falling to an all fours position in the station wagon. With its low seats, his ass was practically already at cock-height.

Jack just stared. The young man’s ass was round, soft, but Jack could see the muscle beneath as the young man gave a little wiggle. Jack stepped forward, and ran his hand over it. Fingers tracing the shape of him, and gingerly pulling the young man apart. For a moment all he could do was stare at the contrast between his rough hands, and the soft pale skin.

“Lube’s on the floor next to the seat.” The young man’s voice was thin with breath.

Jack wasn’t ready for that just yet. Instead he leaned forward and placed his lips on the young man’s ass, he kissed his way to the cleft and ran a tongue across the sensitive skin. The young man moaned, and jerked away.

“Want me to stop?”

“Nope.” Jack could see the young man’s toes flexing, “Just wasn’t expecting—OH God!”

Jack prodded with his tongue and kneaded with his lips, his fingers gripping the young man’s ass as he practically shook. For long minutes he was lost to it. He worked, feeling the heat and pressure as the young man shook and shivered. If anyone had approached the parking lot, it would be obvious what was going on, from all the noise he was making. When Jack finally pulled away the young man was panting.

“Wow, you sure you aren’t?”

Jack only bit him on the ass, which produced a soft giggle. Now, he finally grabbed the lube, and with a heavy dollop, he began to work his finger into the young man’s hole. After that rimming, he slid in easily, and even a second finger went in without too much resistance. He felt so soft, and so damn warm. When he pressed a finger down, the young man shook and rose to meet him. Jack fingered him slowly but as he picked up speed, the young man’s hips began to buck.

“Condoms?”

“If you want, condoms are by the lube. travesti istanbul But I’m ddf and on Prep.”

“What?”

“Uh, never mind, bare or not, up to you.”

Jack placed his cock against the young man’s hole. Despite already being slick with pre-cum, he gave himself a few strokes with a handful of lube. He’d done anal enough times in his life to know the drill. Hands holding the young man’s hips, he slowly pushed forward. It took a moment for the tense and release, but soon he was moving in by inches. The young man dropped slightly onto his elbows, and moaned into the seat cushions.

After hitting the root, he stopped for a moment, letting the young man acclimate. When he felt a soft tap on his fingers, he began to move. Out, almost to the tip before moving back in. Long slow strokes. Jack couldn’t help but stare as his cock appeared and disappeared between the curves of that beautiful ass.

In minutes the young man was panting, “You can… go… harder…if… you…”

Jack needed no further invitation, a hand pressed onto the small of the young man’s back curving his ass up, giving him a perfect angle. He didn’t go directly to pounding, but instead built up speed. Soon enough, the parking lot was filled with the sound of slapping skin, and punctuated moans.

As Jack began to roll his hips, the heat of the young man was nearly overwhelming. It wouldn’t be much longer now. After giving a series of hard thrusts he pulled all the way out, plunged all the way in, and pulled out again, causing the young man to collapse into the seat. Beads of sweat ran down the taught muscles of his back.

“Flip over.” Jack said, giving a slight pull on the young man’s ankle.

The young man flipped, exposing a flushed face, and a strained jock bulge spotted with precum. Jack grabbed him by the thighs, and pulled him back to the edge of the Subaru. With flexibility Jack had lost more than a decade ago (if he ever had it all), the young man splayed his legs out, feet going past Jack’s ears.

While he was tempted to go in hard, he slid himself back in, and watched as the young man squirmed. Holding him by the calves, spread open, Jack began to fuck him again, building up speed, enjoying the sweet ‘Oh’ the young man’s mouth made every time he rammed home. While the young man had tried to move his hips, he eventually abandoned the attempt instead just trying to hold on.

Jack leaned in, pressing their chests together. The young man had begun a hot-breathed litany into Jack’s ear, “Oh-God-that-feels-so-good. Please-don’t-stop. Please-don’t-stop.”

Jack’s hands moved up to slickly trace across the young man’s chest. On instinct he grabbed up for the young man’s nipples and gave them a tug. In response, the young man gasped before biting into Jack’s shoulder.

Jack shuddered. He kept up the hammering pace, couldn’t stop if he wanted to. Soon, sparks were exploding behind his eyes, and he was coming harder than he could remember doing in a long long time.

“OH GOD I CAN FEEL IT, I’M–” the young man shouted, and Jack felt a tell-tale heat against his belly. The sensation set his skin on fire, and with a final juddering shake, he collapsed on top of the young man.

The pair of them lay like that for a long while, partially hanging out of the car, panting. Eventually Jack pulled up feeling dazed. The young man, whose pale skin had gone pink, slowly pulled himself up. He stared at Jack for a long moment, before placing a soft kiss on his lips. Warm joy bubbled up in Jack’s chest.

“Damn man. That was…” he giggled, still feeling the afterglow, “If you want to do this again, I’m usually up here on Thursdays.”

Jack smiled, nodded, found his pants and shirt, and made his way down the path for home, relaxed and lost in thoughts of the future.

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The wagon soon makes it back to Summers Ranch. The boys hop off and down from the ride and stretch their legs once the horses made it to their designated spot. “Heh heh heh… Boy, mah butt is still sore from town” Cody rubs his bare cheeks and struts a bit, arching his back and cracking it a bit.

“How about you, José?” Milo chuckles at his dumbified friend “You’ve had that face the entire ride.”

“Mmmmmhh…” José purrs as he lingers on the side. “Estoy enamorada, amigo.”

“What now?” Nate asked.

“He says he’s in love.” Milo smiles “I had a talking to with someone José’s been feeling for and… Let’s just say my tongue is both skilled AND silver.”

“Right right…” Nate sighs. He turns and opens his mouth to once again apologize to Cody “Cuh…” after he looks, Milo’s voice echoes in his as his eyes gloss over for a moment before he starts staring at Cody objectively. A grin curls from his mouth before his hand finds itself upon Cody’s butt.

“Ooh, huh?” Cody double looks and sees his best friend groping him.

“Mmmm you got one heck of an ass, Cody.” Nate charms as he thoroughly grabs and manhandles Cody’s crack.

“A-Ahh! E-Easy there, Nate. Heh heh” Cody chuckles awkwardly before his hands go to a fence post “If you’re gonna be grabbin’ me down there, at least massage mah back?”

“Sure think, pretty boy~” Nate coos as his thumbs start digging into the small of Cody’s back.

“Oh! Ooh! Oh wow, heh” Cody smiles as he looks over his shoulder and presents himself naturally to Nate “Okay, that’s feelin great.”

“Good boy~” Nate growls and his other hand starts to also knead upon Cody’s shoulder… And then slowly to his pec, while still massaging his lower back.

“Gosh dang, what’you doin to me Nate~ Hah hah hah” Cody giggles cutely as he rises up and lets Nate’s busy hands roam his physique “Mmmhhh this feels real nice…”

“Wait, what?” Milo raies a brow as Nate dry humps Cody and grabs him around.

“Huh? Why is Nate acting like that?” José asked curiously — this is so unlike him. Nate’s NEVER been the touchy-feely type, let alone molesting a fellow cowboy like he is now.

“I don’t get it either. I thought I lifted… Ohhhhhh. That’s right. I did it wrong.” Milo observed.

“What do you mean?” José asked.

“O-Oh! Right there, Nate” Cody mews as those strong fingers dig into his inner thigh. “Oh gooooosh”

“Yeah, purr for me, baby” Nate grins as he woos Cody and playing with him like an instrument. Cody turns his head and starts kissing Nate’s cheek.

“Back in town, I had an errand to run” Milo says, covering up his story for rewriting Zachery “And… Have you ever heard of hypnosis before?”

“Si.”

“Well, I MIGHT have made Nate treat Cody like a whore while I was busy, but I didn’t think it through. It was a mistake on my part.” He gestured to the wagon’s extravagant cargo “Hence why Nate procured a lot top quality stuff that Arthur’s been wanting.”

“So why is he acting like this now?” José asked as Nate fondles Cody in all the right spaces “I thought he was sad on the way home.”

“I undid my trick wrong. Now that I think about it, I told him ‘save it for the ranch’. I should’ve said something like ‘that’s enough’ or something.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“I was in a rush.” Milo conjectured defensively “We were falling behind schedule, and it drives me very crazy when I’m not punctual.”

“Is there a way to change him back?” José asks as they just casually watch Cody practically throw himself at Nate, his back pressing to the other while Nate’s hands knead and massage at Cody’s pecs. “It’s strange seeing this when he’s always been a ladies man.”

“Oh yeah, easily.” Milo nods. “Buuuut… His girlfriend’s not due to come back until next month. Wouldn’t him to get pent up; men who don’t get to blow their load get angered easily in this era.”

“I… Guess?” José shrugs.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” Milo chuckles as he goes up to the black and white cowboys.

“N-Nate, what a sec- a-ahh!” Cody winces and Nate’s thick hard manhood hotdog’s Cody’s crack “Stop, it still hurts!”

“Hmmm yeeaahhh…” Nate says as he licks his lips as the whore-mongering side of the behavior spell feeds him further “I’m about to make it…”

Just then, Milo’s istanbul travesti hand clasps his shoulder and Milo mutters to his ear with his ghost words “~Remember you have a girlfriend. The only hole your cock goes into his Talia’s~” The words echo and seep through his ear and Nate’s eyes gloss over again. He closes them and shakes his head from the shudder going up his spine.

His rigid meat slides down from Cody’s butt and he kneels down…

“Nate? What? Where… O-Ohh!” Cody moans and gasps as a tongue swipes up his crack!

Nate growls hungrily as he nurses and slurps into Cody’s plush cheeks. José’s eyes bug out as he witnesses the straightest man he knows start to bury his face deep into Cody’s booty! “MMmrrrmmmrrrmmmhh” Nate shakes his head and motorboats Cody’s ass and playfully bounce those buns up and down.

“Ay Dios mio” José chuckles as he watches the show.

“Hoooooot DAYUM” Nate says as he admires Cody’s butt “Now ya got me all horned up.” He gives a lovebite on that ass before standing up “Now I need to git milked. Care to take care’a me, pretty boy?” Nate says as he feels up his friend again.

“Ah Nate… But we got work ta do.” Cody whines.

“You’ve worked enough in town.” Milo waves off. “Me and José got this.”

“You okay with that, amigo?” Cody asks.

“Si. I’ve had MY fun in town.” José dismisses. “Go on and get milking”

“Alrighty! You comin’ with me then, boy.” Nate says as he takes Cody’s hand and leads him back to his place.

“So, Milo?” José tells him as both of them start unloading the wagon.

“Hm?”

“I uh… I need to talk to you.”

“What’s up?”

“Well… Back in town, something happened to my uh…” José blushes uncomfortably “Palo de carne…”

“Your meaty what?” Milo looks down and sees José’s oversized cock weighing down heavily in José’s thong! “Oh yeah, that’s right! What about it?”

“It… It was NEVER this big before.” José shakes his head “I remember back in town, you touched it, and then it just… Grew. It’s too-“

Tcchhhpp

“A-AHh!” Finally José’s thong gives in and it rips, letting his huge 15-inch meat bounce out and slap his thighs!

“Ho boy.” Milo laughs as José bends over and cups it, even having a hard time hiding it in his hands.

“Milo, just what happened to it??”

“Call it another one of my magic tricks. I can’t even begin to explain.”

“Well, c-can you turn it back??” José whines “I can’t walk around with a big thick buffalo between my legs!”

“Alright alright, I see the problem.” Milo claps his hands together and rubs them together, generating a white and blue static before reaching and grabbing José’s cock like a hose.

“H-Haahh…” José flinches as his penis feels a harsh shocking sensation throughout.

“You know, most guys ask for the exact opposite.” Milo strokes his long flaccid dong and slowly steal its girth and size. José continues to grunt and pant as his thick member reduces and shortens until it’s a fairly whopping 9 inches and a good thickness. Milo irks and winces until his hands start to ache and he pulls away “I can’t make it go back to its original size without turning it micro, but this is as close as I can get it.”

“No no, that’s fine” José says with a bright smile “Is bigger than Nate’s now!”

“Yet still smaller than Arthur’s” Milo chuckles as he stores the stolen size safely in his palm before they got back to work.

“So how DO You do that stuff, anyway?” José asks as he takes his handkerchief and tucks it onto his belt so it acts as a sort of loincloth over his crotch.

“Apples and oranges, José.” Milo dismisses.

—

Nate escorts Cody to his shack and closes the door behind them. Nate immediately grabs Cody’s ass and latches his mouth onto Cody’s left nipple, shoving aside his vest and pinching his nipple with his teeth.

“A-Ahhoohh!” Cody moans and staggers as he’s manhandled by his friend. His boner pushes firmly against his jockstrap pouch as his Nate’s wet lips squelch on Cody’s teat. “W-Wow, hmmmMFF!” Cody holds onto him to keep from toppling over as Nate switches to the other pec.

“Hooo, mercy” Cody huffs as Nate’s mouth really sucks harshly at his areola. “Ah! H-Haah, whoa boy, heh heh…” Cody flinches and pants hard, looking at his istanbul travestileri friend “GoOOoosh, Nate, you really like mah nipples.”

“Heh, yeah” Nate growls as his hands go up and squeeze both of Cody’s bouncy square-shaped bosoms. “I love me some big ol tiddies, Cody.” Tucking his hands onto Cody’s furry armpits, Nate buries his face into Cody’s chest.

“Heh heh heh, how’d you git so silly, Nate?” Cody giggles as the tips of their hardons boop into teach other as Nate’s strong hands knead and dig his fingers into those juicy manly tits. His tongue coils around one of those nipples and starts to loudly suck on the meaty teat, almost as if he’s trying to draw milk out of Cody.

“FFFFHHHHSSSS… MMMRRRMMMHhhhh” Cody’s hands firmly grip onto Nate as that tongue presses and tickles that nub while his thick lips pulls and grips onto Cody’s teat before leaving with a wet pop and go to the other one. “A-Awwww… Haaaave mercy… This is makin me wish you had two mouths, heh heh”

“Wait…” Nate says as he goes away from the blonde cowboy and goes to one of his drawers. He comes back to retrieves two clear plastic domes “Milo gave me these to put on my nipples. I wanna see what they’re like on you.”

“Heh heh heh” Cody chuckles as he takes one and seals it over his left nipple. “Ya know, I know you were into boobies, Nate. But this is weird for you.” He takes the other one and puts it over his opposite nub. He looks at his pecs and has to stop himself from laughing “Nate gosh dangit, I look ridiculous. Next thing you’re gonna want me ta- HHhHAaaaAHH!” The twin small orbs sink onto his pecs and his nipples push forward, then are pushed down into themselves, and again “Hahh! HaaH! HHAaaAAHH!”

“Feel good, don’t it?” Nate grins as Cody holds his pecs.

“O-Ohhh, THIS is different, MMHH!”

“Right. Now…” Nate goes and gets two other things from his secret stash — the fleshlight and the prostate milker. “I’mma need you to milk me now.”

Cody looks to the toys, then at Nate, and then at the bed. Grinning, Cody takes the prostate milker and puts it aside. “I got a better idea.”

Before they knew it, Nate is sitting on Cody’s lap, with Cody’s 5-inch dong throbbing between those chocolate cheeks. Nate puts his hands on either side of Cody’s head is about to kiss him on the mouth, but they both stop. “Uuhhh… This is usually when Talia and I… Uh…”

“… On the neck?”

“Works for me.” Nate grins as he ducks down and starts to give a lovebite on Cody’s neck.

“A-Aaahh” Cody moans as those teeth graze tenderly on his flesh before “Haayaaaavvee mercy~” Cody moans as he legs cuddle closer to his ‘straight’ friend. The nibbles on his neck makes him giggle and squirm under him before Nate drives a long delicious lick across the Adam’s apple “M-Mah ear? Chew mah ear”

“Hhrrmm” Nate goes in and smooches one of those earlobes before his teeth starts pulling and gnawing on him.

“A-Awwwwoooo… Hooohh… NNhhhnn!” Cody moans as both men get hot and sweaty just from this alone.

“When you gonna milk mah ass, boy” Nate growls as he yanks that ear with his teeth.

“Shoot, almost forgot, hohh” Cody reaches to the side where one of his boots is located. The spur clinks as he gets it up and turns it over, all the while Nate still grinding up on him. A small vial falls out of his boot and he pops it open.

“What’s that now?”

“Little thing Milo gave me. It makes it easy to go in the butthole.” Cody reaches around and pours the lube onto his erect member.

“Does it work?”

“Oh yeah” Cody grins eagerly “Makes meat slide in easier than a greasy gopher in honeytree.” He even puts the neck of the vial up to Nate’s buttcrack and pour.

“OoOOOoooooOO!” Nate’s back erects and he spazzes bigtime as he feels the very chilly liquid cascade in his divide. “That’s freaking cold!”

“Yeah, I know, just give it a minute.” Cody says as he rubs his cock into Nate’s soaked and lubed crack and even into his hidden taint.

“… Wait waitwaitWAITWAIT!” Nate stops him “Are you about to…”

“Oh yeah.” Cody licks his lips with a grin.

“Cody, I dunno, I never had a man do this-“

“This is better’n the milker, trust me.” Cody says as he gets his cock into position. “Oh, forgot.” He then takes his travesti istanbul hat from his own head, and reaches up to put his cowboy hat onto Nate’s head.

“Uhhhh… Your hat?” Nate points as he looks at Cody’s frumpy blonde hair.

“Cause you’re the cowboy, and you’re riding me like a bronco.” Cody pushes his dick inward until the glands squishes against Nate’s pucker.

“F-Fhh!” Nate braces himself as Cody angles his hips and ‘bucks’ his pelvis in. “Awwww! HOHH!” Nate’s body arches as his hole opens up around Cody’s member. “AaaAAAAHhhhh!” That meat just about dives right into him as his buttcheeks nestle right on top of Cody’s bush.

“Ohhhhhh mercy” Cody moans out as that hole is hot and moist around his dick. His toes curl as he just barely keeps himself from blowing just from entry.

“Haawwww, nnhhhh! Hoooooomamaaaaa” Nate bounces up and down on instinct, swimming that cock up and down, then he suddenly shoots up and his asscheeks CLENCH On Cody’s cock! “AHH! There it is! THERE it is!” Nate yelps as his anus sucks Cody’s penis like a vacuum.

“Uh yeah, ride me, Nate!” Cody seeths through tense lips as his hands grip Nate’s hips “Buckin RIDE me! MMNNHH!” His manhood humps and ripples Nate’s cheeks and with each thrust, the head of his dick almost magnetized to Nate’s G-spot!

“Guh-huhh! Uhh! Nnnhh! OOohh!” Nate’s boot-wearing feet clink as he adjusts his hat while his haunches roll and smush his rump down on Cody’s lap “T-ThIs iS different! UHH!”

“You’re not telling me to stop” Cody smirks as his hairy muscles wobble and from his horny veracity, noting how Nate’s huge black monster is absolutely rock hard and spews a dab of precum each time his prostate is JAMMED!

Cody reaches for Nate’s dick, but Nate grabs his wrist “NO!” His ass anchors down onto Cody’s cock as he rides him on his own rhythm “Hhh hhh hhh hhh” Nate growls and pants as he fucks himself with Cody’s meat “That dick’s for Talia… Ain’t no man gonna touch mah dick.”

“Heh… Whatever you say, cowboy” Cody giggles as he continues to hump upwards into Nate’s ass while his wrists are pinned by Nate’s hands.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! There, there, there, there” Nate jerks and irks as his G-Spot gets pummelled repeatedly “Hohhh! Hoohh! HHhhooOOOooHH!”

“Here,” Cody takes Nate’s hand and puts it on his hairy pec “Ya like these?” He says as he makes Nate fondle his chest “Think Talia’s still got them titties on her?”

“Hawwwyeeaah” Nate growls as he grabs Cody’s pecs with both hands and starts digging his fingers into both. With the magic suction cups still pulling and yanking on Cody’s teats, Nate really rides his way on Cody’s lap, his anus pulling that cock with each time he rolls up. “Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, YEAH! YEAH!” His hands squeeze and grabbed Cody’s furry chest while rampng his asshole harder and harder until his fat cock starts shooting his orgasm hands-free! “AWWW! HAAAWW! OHHHhhh! Hoohhh!”

“WOO! Yeehaw, Nate!” Cody whoops as that black dick shoots rope after rope of cum across Cody’s hairy muscles, “Yeah, huh-huh” Cody seizes Nate’s hips and start railing up into Nate’s ass!

“OHOHOHOHOHOH!” Nate growls loudly as he winces, his anus getting wrecked “Too hard! Too hard!”

“Aw ball-up, Nate, mah Pa rams me harder’n that every morning” Cody laughs. He starts harshly diving his short cock hard and slow “And he… Is… Ten times… Bigger… N’me” He bites his lip as he digs the back of his head onto Nate’s bed as he penetrates deep into that prostate. “FFFFFFFFUuuuuuuuuuck!”

Nate’s eyes widen as his insides suddenly feel hot and wet, even the rim of his asshole is leaking as he feels every inch of Cody’s cock throb inside him. “Cuh… Cody… Did you just…”

“Bust mah nut?” Cody grins as pats at Nate’s butt. “Don’t it feel great?”

“Gengh… Not for me.” Nate grunts as he gets up, his crack sore as hell before he flops next to Cody. Both of them pant out before Nate takes Cody’s hat and lazily put it onto Cody’s head.

“Heh heh… This is usually when me’n Milo kiss each other…”

“Hegghhh… Cody. Your ass may be made of sugar, but I ain’t kissing no man.”

“Okay then.” Cody smirks as he playfully rolls himself on top of Nate “You just lay there and take it.” Cody starts to kiss Nate’s cheek, his neck, even chewing on his ear.

“Hahahahaha, you’re such a fruitcake, Cody.” Nate says as he just starts playfully slapping Cody’s ass while Cody just wiggles his bum as he keeps kissing and lovebiting Nate on the neck and smooching along his Adam’s Apple.

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Robert paused the video, picking up his pencil again and began sketching out the curves of hip to thigh, pausing to trace out the firm fingers digging into hip. He focused on adding weight there, so you could really feel the grip, the need of those fingers, rocking him, keeping him steady. The man was riding, gripping the other’s chest to be held steady, looking back only slightly so the smallest sliver of a confident, panting grin could be seen: the hint of eyeballs rolled upward in pleasure. The man being ridden looked…

Robert stopped. The man was lying on his back and looked – snarky? Lustful? He began unconventionally, tracing out the eyebrow, and then stopped. It didn’t look right. Was it something about the jawline? Was it -?

He turned the page and started over, looking at the clock. It was already eight in the morning. Damn, had he really not slept? He just wanted to do a quick sketch, maybe add color. He looked over at the other failed drawings of flowers, cars, a landscape. Normal stuff. Pretty stuff. His eyes wearily turned back to the paused porn video, which now had an ad promising to make his dick bigger.

He closed his laptop. Started to pack up. He hadn’t even showered, and he imagined he still felt Mason’s sweat on him.

~~~

He went to work a bit early, grabbed himself a coffee and a muffin, and picked at it, sketching expressions until he looked up and saw Mason walking through the door. He stood up. “Hey.”

Mason turned. Looked at him. Smiled. “Hello.”

“I, uh, I’m sorry for leaving, last night, I just – “

“No worries.” Mason turned and continued to walk up the steps. He was wearing a purple suit today, complete with a yellow tie, white collared shirt, and black shoes. Robert took that in, then realized he was still wearing the same outfit from last night. He hadn’t even thought about it.

He started walking up the steps, trying to keep pace. Wordlessly Mason opened the door, and Robert stepped inside, sat at his desk, and started to work on the cat from last night. Mason was clacking away at his computer.

There was no good morning, how are you, or acknowledgement. Just the sound of a keyboard clicking and sharpened graphite on textured paper. Mason usually played music, to the distaste of Joseph – top 40, jazz, indie, something – but today it was quiet.

Robert heard himself swallow loudly. His heart throbbed in his ears.

The door flew open. Joseph blinked, groggily. Mason brightened up, eyes unshining, smile a little too wide. “Good morning!”

“Yea.” Joseph said, shuffling over to his table.

“The client sent your last illustration back. They have edits.”

“They always do.” Joseph said it flatly. Robert peeked over at Mason, who was still smiling harshly.

“Well, I’ll forward you the email so you can get started on that.”

“Fine.” And Joseph pulled out his phone. He looked over at Robert, who was staring at him. Robert tensed and looked away, but not before seeing the annoyed look on Joseph’s face.

Meanwhile, the cat was not popping out at him. It didn’t look solid enough to Robert. He made a small stroke with his dark pencil, then thought it looked too dark, and started to erase softly. This was due by the end of the day, but maybe he could start over if he worked hard enough…

No. No, the cat didn’t look right. And Mason was mad at him. Maybe Joseph was, too. Maybe Mason had told Joseph something? This cat was horrible. He wasn’t istanbul travesti a very good artist. What was he doing here? He was nothing but a pervert who’d slept with his boss. And all he ever did was draw porn anymore. The fuck?

The cat gazed away from him, shunning him somehow. The fur was all wrong. He’d gotten the style wrong. He squinted, and started to see the texture of the graphite, the grays and blacks between small freckles of white. The image had no movement. The whiskers were too thick. Mason was mad at him. He was wearing yesterday’s clothes and he hadn’t showered. Joseph was pissed. His heart was still pounding away at his chest and he could feel himself breathing in and out, and –

He stood up.

Walked in heavy movements down the stairs.

He should leave. He should leave right now. This was all wrong because of him. He had fucked everything up. It was all him. He had to go back to his mom now. That wouldn’t be so bad…

He walked out the door and the sunlight stung his skin and eyes. He looked around. Nothing felt real anymore. He had to go home. Why was he around people? What was he even –

“Hey.”

He shuddered and looked back. Joseph was standing there, arms crossed together.

“Come on. Let’s sit down.” He motioned to the door. Robert blinked at him several times before snapping out of his daze.

“Yeah. Ok.”

He followed him inside.

~~~

He sipped some water from the plastic bottle, watching as Joseph flipped through his personal sketchbook. Joseph snickered, and Robert took another thirsty gulp.

“Is this you and Mason?”

Robert finished his bottle quickly. He shivered, the water cooling his hot body from the inside. “…yeah.”

“These suck.” Joseph pursed his lips. “The bodies don’t even look like they’re linked together. See, you don’t look like you have any weight against the bed, and Mason doesn’t look… are you about to cry again?”

Robert looked up, trying to soothe the anxiety out of his face. “Hm? No. I… I wasn’t crying the first time.”

Joseph raised his eyebrows, looked as if he was about to say something, then thought better of it. He looked at the sketches again. “What happened?”

Robert shifted. “I… I felt like I had fucked everything up, sleeping with my boss, and I… I left, in the middle of the night…”

Joseph gave a short nod. “Ah. So that’s why he looks pissed.”

Robert felt his face grow warm.

Joseph sighed. “Can I ask you something? Who initiated? Who wanted it first?”

Robert blinked, apparently taken aback by the question. His tired mind wheeled. “I… he invited me over to his apartment after we got dinner…”

“So he did. And by the looks of it,” Joseph tapped the sketchbook, “he was on top of you. And you felt like you had fucked it up?”

Robert looked at the wall, feeling guiltier than he’d ever had. “…I mean… just cuz he asked doesn’t mean… um… I didn’t have to… uh…”

“Did you want it, too?”

The question was so simple that Robert stopped babbling and shut his mouth. Finally: “Yeah.”

Joseph looked at the sketchbook, then at Robert, then snickered. He closed the sketchbook and handed it back to Robert. “Come on. Let’s go back upstairs.”

Robert blinked several times as Joseph stood up, waiting for him. Feeling rushed under Joseph’s glare he grabbed his stuff, packed it up, and followed behind Joseph to the office. Joseph opened the door istanbul travestileri for him, and Robert stepped in as Joseph locked the door behind them, locking it.

Mason looked up. He was still smiling, too broadly, too tightly. “Good to see my employees back.”

Joseph said nothing. He walked up to Mason, grabbed his office chair, and turned him around. Mason’s shoulders stiffened.

Robert watched as Joseph gazed down at their boss, the two of them making intense eye contact. Mason swallowed and shifted uncomfortably. Quietly Joseph reached his hand out, took his thumb, and rubbed it lightly against Mason’s lower lip. Mason trembled slightly, his jaw relaxing as Joseph sunk his thumb into his mouth. Mason wrapped his lips around tightly and sucked: his eyes slightly glazed over, his face turned docile in an instant.

“Robert was just telling me how slutty you were for him last night.”

Mason hummed around Joseph’s thumb. Joseph cocked his head.

“You can’t help but fuck all your employees, can you? Cock whore.”

Mason closed his eyes and moaned. Robert watched as Joseph pushed in two more fingers, sinking them in deep, and Mason gagged, a bit of drool dripping from the corner of his lips. Still, he took it.

Joseph twisted his fingers slightly, then pulled them out. He sat down on the futon, and without really thinking about it, Robert followed after him, sat down beside him. He watched as the tent in Joseph’s pants twitched slightly, and tried to keep from palming at his own covered cock.

“On your knees.” Joseph said.

Mason nodded, walked up to them, and did as he was told–sitting right in front of Robert. Their eyes met. Mason looked so submissive and so full of need, so attentive, so eager to please. Without further instruction Mason unzipped Robert and fished out his cock.

Robert moaned as Mason’s hot tongue hit the base of his shaft, then rolled upward, twisting around the head, and flicking the sensitive underside. Robert’s cock twitched as Mason grabbed hold of it, stroking him, his hand barely reaching all the way around it. His tongue flicked Robert’s slit, and Robert hummed, watching Mason eat his precum, watching Mason’s jaw unhinge, lips roll back to protect from teeth, as his boss took the head of his cock into his mouth.

“There you go.” Joseph reached over, grabbed a fistful of Mason’s hair. Robert’s eyes went wide as Joseph pushed Mason further down, only stopping as the man began to gag and splutter. “Good fucking cocksucker. There you go.” Robert watched as Mason moaned, closed his eyes, tears forming, growing red in the face.

Then Joseph pulled him off. Mason gasped for air. Robert almost apologized.

Mason gave a hazy smile.

Took Robert’s cock and pushed himself back on it, going as deep as he could until he was gagging again, and tentatively, Robert put his hand on the back of Mason’s head, and held him still. He groaned as Mason gagged, his throat constricting tightly on his cockhead. He slowly pulled him off slightly, until just the head was between his lips, then pushed back in – testing Mason by going a little deeper. Mason groaned and took it.

“That’s it.” Joseph took his own cock out, and started to slowly stroke it, apparently enjoying the show. “Fuck his face. Fuck it like it’s made for that.”

Robert continued to tug Mason’s head up and down along his cock, pulling him by the hair, going slightly deeper, until finally Mason travesti istanbul buried himself in all the way. He gagged, spluttered, choked, and Robert took his hand off his hair, but he remained there, grabbing Robert’s thighs, his nose buried in Robert’s pubic hair. He went just a little deeper, his lips wrapping around as much as he could.

Finally he pulled out and gasped for air. Robert watched as a bridge of drool connected from his cock to Mason’s lips before breaking.

“Keep your mouth open.”

Joseph grabbed Mason by the hair, pulled him down, and Robert watched him spit in his mouth. Mason swallowed gleefully as Joseph pushed him down again, taking his cock and pushing it against his face – his eyelids, his lips, his cheek and nose and forehead. Mason kept his mouth open, wanting it, wanting to be face fucked, to be used.

Finally Joseph pushed him down, and did just as Robert had – pushing Mason up and down by the hair. Robert slowly stroked himself, watching them. Joseph moaned slightly as Mason went all the way down, then looked over at Robert.

“Don’t get anxious and worked up over this cock sleeve, okay? Use him however you want. He likes it.”

Robert nodded slowly, listening as Mason continued to choke and gag as Joseph slid in and out of his throat. Finally he pushed Mason off, and sat closer to Robert, their cocks close together.

Mason grinned, albeit weakly, and took both their cocks in his hands, stroking them, taking first one cockhead into his mouth, then the other. Robert shifted, getting just closer to Joseph, as Mason started to alternate between licking and sucking on them. Joseph scooted closer still, and then their cocks were touching, and Mason’s hot, wet tongue licked where their skin met.

Then he opened his mouth wide. Joseph grabbed his head and pushed him down.

Both cockheads barely fit into his mouth. He groaned, drooled, looked up at them with pleading and with longing, and sucked, hallowing out his cheeks as if he knew nothing better to do.

He pulled them out. Joseph grabbed hold of his cock and started stroking. Robert followed suit, aiming right where Joseph was. Mason smiled, and opened his mouth, tongue sticking out.

Robert lost it first.

He came all over Mason’s face: coating his lips, chin, and chest. He pulled up, another shot getting him right on the eyelid, and Mason closed it, licking his lips, eating Robert’s cum. Joseph stroked harder, and then pushed himself right into Mason’s open mouth, and Robert watched as Mason swallowed the first few shots before Joseph pulled out. He coated Mason’s forehead and hair, then as he leaked he pushed his cock against Mason’s cheek.

Finally they pulled away. Mason sat there, still dazed, his cock hard in his pants still, as he took some of the cum that had gotten on his suit and licked it off his fingers.

Joseph sat there for just a moment more, then zipped up, and, as if nothing interesting had occurred, sat down at his table, gathering his art supplies for the day. Robert continued to watch Mason, who stood up slowly, shaking slightly, before walking to the restroom.

Robert wanted to ask if Mason would be ok, but had the feeling he knew the answer. Quietly he sat down in front of his graphite cat.

It looked good with fresh eyes. It took him half an hour to add the details. Mason came back, sat at his desk, opened his laptop, and scrolled through. Robert handed him the finished illustration.

Mason smiled. Bright. Alert. Easily excitable. “This is great.” He nodded. “Spray it with finish and I’ll scan it and email it to them right away.”

Robert smiled. Looked over at Joseph, who gave the smallest, easiest smile back at him.

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Tuesday was perhaps the longest work day of my entire life. As much as I tried to put my head down and work, I was inevitably distracted by how anxious I was to go back to the gym that evening. My boss had been breathing down my neck for weeks, and for good reason. I was way behind on the code for the website I was due to deliver to the customer in less than a month. Nonetheless, as much as I tried to focus on debugging, the images of the previous night kept flashing through my mind. Admittedly, I was doing little to resist it. I repeatedly fell into daydreams about the feeling I had when my newfound friend at the gym dropped his towel and revealed his manhood to me for the first time.

I couldn’t help but think about the warmth, the size, the feeling of his delicious cock on my lips. The taste of his precum as it leaked onto my tongue. Without fail, I’d find myself zoning out and drooling, my cock getting impossibly hard in my work pants. By noon, I was itching to get out to my car so I could rub myself and get some form of release. It only took a few seconds of stroking and thinking about that big beautiful appendage in my mouth before I came as hard as I’ve ever cum, into some napkins I had stored in the glove box. Breathing heavily with the images from the previous evening rushing through my mind, I looked into my backseat to make sure my gym bag was there. I didn’t want to take the time to go home to get my workout clothes. I had to get to the gym on time to make sure I don’t miss saying hello to my new friend.

Even though I had managed to calm down a little by jerking off in my car, the rest of the work day wasn’t much easier. 4 and a half more hours of fading in and out of a stupor as I thought about my first experience as a cocksucker. My mind was fixed on the rush it gave me to be on my knees in front of such an impressive piece of masculinity. The feeling of being so in control, but also so willing to do whatever I needed to do to please it. I was hooked.

By the time the clock hit 5pm, I was practically running out of the door. It was finally time to get to go get a good workout after a long day.

—-

15 mins of driving went by in a heartbeat, and before I knew it I was walking through the front door of the gym, still in my work clothes with my duffle bag under my arm. As I made my way towards the locker rooms to change, I took a cursory glance around the gym, but didn’t see my friend from last night. A hint of disappointment pinged in the back of my mind. I pushed open the door to the locker room and walked a straight line to the back to change and put my stuff in a free locker.

I typically kept my vision forward so as to not give the impression I was checking other guys out in the locker room, but today was a little different. I found myself stealing glances at every guy I passed, hoping to see my favorite stranger. With each passing glance came disappointment, but also other interesting thoughts about each guy I walked by. I was paying more attention to their bodies. Evaluating them in ways I had never done for the male form before. I passed a muscular guy in a tight blue spandex shirt, and realized I was wondering what he looked like shirtless. I made brief eye contact with a guy who was dressed in only a towel. Normally I would feel awkward addressing a guy who was nearly naked in front of me, but this time was different. Instead of embarrassment, the first thing that came to mind was “Huh, I wonder what he’d look like without that towel… Was it big? Small? Circumcised?” In the back of my head there was a fleeting curiosity that had never been there before. It was interesting, even slightly exciting.

Erotic thoughts aside, I was also feeling a bit let down. Nobody I passed resembled the one person I was hoping to see. By the time I had made it to the door of the changing area, I wasn’t sure if we’d get the chance to have another run-in. As soon as I walked through the door though, I let out a shallow breathe of relief when I looked to the left and saw a familiar face. A familiar body. There he stood, wrapped in only orange spandex underwear. He held a white shirt and a pair of green shorts in his hand as he arranged things in his locker. I froze in place as my eyes made their way slowly down his body from his strong-featured face, well-built chest, firm abs, all the way to his midsection. From this angle, I had a clear side view of the beautiful package that had for the last day been the object of my affection. It caught my gaze in an almost mesmerizing way, hugged up against his left leg by the aforementioned orange underwear. I couldn’t help but stare. I had been thinking about it all day, and now here it was only a few feet from me. Only when I heard a “Hey bud!” did I snap out of the daze I was in.

Looking back up to his eyes, and realizing my jaw was hanging slightly open, I stumbled over my words.

“He- uh hi! Good to… um… good to see you again.”

“So you decided to come back! I thought maybe I had scared you away!” he said with a quick laugh.

“No, o- of course not!” I said anxiously but enthusiastically. “I um… almanbahis you know. I figured I should make an effort to make health a bigger priority in my life.”

As I said this, I disappointedly watched as he put his shorts and shirt on. No more peep show for my wanting eyes, unfortunately.

“Oh, that’s awesome! I’m proud of you man. Keep up the good work. I wanna see you in here every day!” he said with a smile as he sat down and put on his shoes.

“Thanks!” I said. I felt genuinely excited to hear that he was proud of me. That he wanted to see me every day. I wanted to see him every day too!

“Well, have a good workout!” he said, standing up quickly.

“Wait! uh…” I said, caught off guard by how quick he was leaving the changing room. I was hoping he would stick around for a little more conversation. I was wondering how I could steer the conversation towards a possible plan to meet up in the showers, much like we did yesterday. Honestly I was feeling desperate to just see him naked again at that point. I had been thinking about it all day. I just didn’t know how to put it into words.

“You’re uh… going to work out now?” I said nervously, nothing else coherent coming to mind.

“Um. Yes” he responded, looking around and making a small gesture with his hands as if to say “We’re at a gym, aren’t we?”

I felt like an idiot. He started to turn and put in his headphones.

“Oh! Um… I never got your name.” I blurted out, trying to at least get some form of confirmation that he was still interested.

At this point I felt like I was getting mixed signals. Was he trying to act like nothing happened yesterday? I had been looking forward to seeing him all day, and hoped in the back of my mind that he would be excited to see me too. Now I wasn’t so sure I got the right impression after having his cock in my mouth only 24 hours ago. I was starting to feel rejected.

“My name’s Ryan.” he said with a smile as he put in his second headphone.

“I’m Chris.” I said in response, but it didn’t seem like he heard me. He had already turned and made his way out the door towards the gym floor. I stood there for a minute feeling confused. I felt like a high school girl with a crush, unable to get his attention. I walked over to a locker, stripped down to my underwear, and put my work clothes in. Pulling my gym clothes out of my duffle bag and putting them on, I thought about what I could have said or done differently. Should I have just gone up to him and said “I want to suck your cock in the shower again”? It is what I wanted after all, but I was so new to all of this, I didn’t know if I’d come off as being too easy, or vulgar, or whatever. I didn’t want him to lose interest, but here I was feeling just as rejected as I did when my girlfriend broke up with me. I shook my head and locked my locker, turned and made my way out to the weight room. At the very least I could get a decent workout this evening. That is what I came here for, after all, right?

—-

It turns out getting a good workout is difficult when you’re so focused on trying to get someone’s attention. I found myself going to machines I didn’t know how to use, just to get a clear view of Ryan while he was going about his own routine. He caught me staring a couple of times, obviously either being confused about how a machine works or not trying to use it at all. Each time he shot me a small, knowing smile, but nothing more. He didn’t come up to me and offer to show me how to use a machine, or to talk about what I was working on. It’s almost as if he knew I wanted him to talk to me, but he wanted me to initiate it. I was just too shy. I was having trouble admitting I had a crush on another man, and he knew it. He wasn’t going to let me off easy.

Almost an hour went by like this. I would stop working out to stare at him from afar and he would glance over to acknowledge it, nothing more. At that point, I was about ready to finish my workout. I decided to hit the treadmill to run at least a mile or so to get some final cardio in before hitting the showers.

I began jogging as I adjusted the speed a little to suit my pace. Every minute or so, I would glance over to the other side of the room towards Ryan, seeing what he was working on. He was sitting facing directly towards me on a bench press machine, focused on his repetitions. I subconsciously counted the reps as I watched his strong arms push the handles out, and his chest bulge in his tight white shirt. On his last rep he huffed as he let the handles slam back into the arms of the machine before abruptly looking up, directly at me.

Our eyes stayed locked for a few seconds as I continued to run, and he continued to breathe heavily from his last set. He broke the gaze and looked over to the right side of the room toward the locker rooms. I looked in that direction quickly before returning my eyes to his, which were now looking directly back at me again. With nothing more than a quick nod of his head, once more towards the locker room, he got up and walked in that direction. I ran for a few more seconds thinking to myself whether or not almanbahis giriş that was a message meant for me. Did he want me to meet him back in the locker room? Was it actually going to happen? The mixed signals he had sent earlier held some reservations in the back of my mind as I continued to jog. Pushing down my doubts, I reached out to hit the stop button on the treadmill and stepped down to follow him.

During my walk to the locker room, my head was swimming. I was nervous, but I was excited. I was eager to get into that warm shower. I wondered whether he’d already be there waiting for me, cock hard and ready to be pleased. Would he be in a towel, beckoning me to follow him, or was I going to have to do a little searching t find which shower he chose? Each door I walked through, the anticipation built. When I got through the door to the changing room though, my heart sank slightly. Ryan was standing there with his gym bag over his shoulder. He didn’t have a towel on, and it appeared he had no intention of taking a shower.

“Hey, uh…” I started before he cut me off.

“Have a good one!” he said, walking towards the door.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I’m headed home. I ‘m beat!” he smiled, seemingly oblivious to why I followed him back here.

“But I thought you… uh…” I managed to get out before the correct words stopped coming to my brain. We both stood there for a few seconds in silence.

“You…?” he said expectantly.

“Well, I was thinking about um… yesterday. And I… uh… well” I mumbled as he stared at me, clearly getting impatient.

“Is there something you wanted to talk about?” he said with an inquisitive look on his face. I couldn’t tell if he was being sincere, or if he just wanted to make me squirm. I realized he was not going to give me what I clearly wanted at this point, without me admitting I wanted him. I just needed to suck it up and tell him. No pun intended. It was now or never.

“I was thinking you were going to take a shower.” I said frankly, with a hopeful look on my face.

“Oh, you were?” he replied with a smile growing on his face.

“Well, yeah. And I was thinking, maybe that I could… you know… join you?”

There. I said it. The ball was in his court now.

“Ohhh, so you wanted a repeat of yesterday?” he laughed knowingly.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Ryan knew he had me now. He was just enjoying hearing it out loud.

“I was actually planning on heading back to shower at my place. It’s only about 5 minutes from here.”

“Oh, ok then. Cool…” I wasn’t sure whether or not it was an invitation at this point. Luckily he didn’t make me ask.

“…Do you wanna come over? You can follow me if you have a car, or I can give you a ride, or…”

I stood there nervously for a minute, thinking about the proposition. He was still basically a stranger at this point. Was I really going to follow a stranger to his house where he could have his way with me? I felt like such a slut.

But he had taken such good care of me only yesterday. He made me feel sexy in ways I had never felt before. The prospect of feeling those sensations again, and maybe more, made the decision much easier.

“Yeah, I would be up for that.” I said, trying to sound casual as I walked over to my locker to grab my things. On the inside I was a nervous mess, but on the outside I did all I could to remain calm and collected despite the affirmation I felt knowing this beautiful man wanted me to explore his body again. With my gym bag under my arm, I followed him out to the parking lot where he walked over to a black Mercedes-Benz sedan and tossed his bag in the back seat.

“Follow me” was all he said as he stepped into his car, shut the door and turned on the engine. So that’s what I did. With a right turn out of the parking lot, a left at the next light, and a right turn off the main road we quickly arrived at a gated community with some impressive sized houses in it. He rolled down his window, punched in a code, and waved with his hand to let me know to follow him through the gate. Another minute or two on the winding roads through the neigheborhood and we pulled into the driveway of a beautiful, modern one-story house.

While parking my own car I watched him step out of his, walk up to his front door and enter, leaving it open behind him. I stepped out of mine, got my gym bag out of the trunk, and followed behind him.

“So, welcome to my home.” he said in your typical unenthusiastic homeowner’s voice.

“It’s not much, but it’s comfy.”

He had nothing to be unenthusiastic about though. His home was beautiful inside, with modern decor and open spacing. He continued to talk as I looked around at the decorations and marveled at how clean he kept it.

“The guest bathroom is just down that hall and around the corner. There should be some shower gel and shampoo in there for you.”

I looked at him in confusion when I heard him say that, as I was under the impression he was looking for more of a group shower scenario.

“Oh.” I said with a hint of confusion in my voice.

“I almanbahis yeni giriş thought we were going to-“

“Let me get you a towel.” he cut me off, and disappeared into what I assume was the master bedroom.

There he went with the mixed signals again. I was sure that now that I had admitted I wanted to pleasure him, he would be a little more direct and we could enjoy ourselves. I stood in the living room scratching my head for a while, wondering whether or not I had communicated clearly enough what I was interested in. Did he not want me to shower with him? What more did I have to say to him to get him to want me? Was there someth-

“Here you go.” I heard over my shoulder. When I turned around, I froze in surprise. I was caught completely off guard.

Ryan was standing there completely naked. As my eyes adjusted to the image before me, they scanned his nude body. His bulging chest and arms were still glistening with sweat from the gym, and his abs looked even more ripped in the soft white living room light.

And then I saw his cock. There it was hanging between his legs, soft and swaying as he reached out to hand me my towel. I absent-mindedly reached out and grabbed the towel with a feeble “Thanks” as I stood there slack-jawed, my eyes locked onto his hanging member. It hung almost halfway to his knees. The foreskin covered most of it, only a tiny sliver of his cock head was exposed. For a good few seconds, it was completely silent as I stood there in a trance. I wanted so badly to just reach out and grab it.

“I also got this for you.” he said, breaking the silence. I looked up as he extended out a set of what appeared to be lingerie. I was confused to say the least.

“Are those for… me?” I asked, unsure of whether or not he was mistaken about my size, or build, or gender for that matter.

“Of course they are!” he replied with a smile.

“Oh… I don’t um…”

“Ok, look.” He interrupted.

“I’m going to stop playing games with you. We’re both adults, and we both know what we want. You went back to the gym today because you loved what happened in the shower there yesterday. You loved discovering a new side of yourself, and you loved having my cock in your mouth.” he said matter-of-factly, gesturing at the cock that still hung between his legs. My eyes followed the gesture, finding their way again down to his soft but impressively large member once again. I was completely fixated on it. I wanted to reach out and touch it again, just to feel its warmth in my hands again.

“What I would love is to have a cute little sissy like you get all dressed up nice for me.” he continued.

“A nice what?” I asked, still focusing the majority of my attention on the cock in front of me.

“A sissy.” he reiterated. “That’s what you want to be right? You want to be a good little sissy who pleases daddy in all the right ways?”

As he said that, he began slowly moving his hips from side to side, making his cock swing back and forth ever so slightly in a beautifully hypnotic rhythm. My eyes followed its every movement.

“I’m afraid I only let good little sissies play with it. A good sissy is the only thing that can get me nice and hard…”

When he put it that way, it seemed to be an easy decision. I wanted to see his big cock get nice and hard. How could I deny him that? How could I deny myself that? The thought alone was enough to make my own cock twitch. Before long, the thought of his cock getting rock hard before my eyes had caused a full-blown tent to form in my pants as I stood there in a daze, hypnotized by his big swinging manhood. Without a word, I reached out my hand and grabbed the skimpy clothes he was offering me.

“Good sissy. Now I want you to get to the guest bathroom and get yourself cleaned up in the shower. Once you’re nice and sparkly, I want you to get dressed in your new outfit and meet me in my bedroom. I’ll be waiting.” He made a motion with his hand as if to shoo me away, and like a good sissy I complied by walking down the hall to find the bathroom.

“Oh and one more thing… Dont even think about touching that sissy cock of yours in the shower. That’s mine now.”

“Oh uh… ok.” I replied feebly.

“You’ll address me as daddy now, understand my adorable little sissy?” he said in a sweet, yet insistent tone.

“Oh um… Yes… daddy.” I replied feebly before making my way down the hall. He smiled and shooed me away once again.

—-

I walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and stood there still for a second looking at myself in the mirror. My attention then turned to the outfit I was holding. It was comprised of a green bra and panties, and a matching green and white skirt. The bra looked like you didn’t need boobs at all to fit into it comfortably. The panties were clearly intended to be skimpy. They were a few sizes too small, and were definitely intended to show off my ass cheeks. They were completely back-less besides a g-string. The skirt was quite skimpy as well. I held it up to my waist, and it became clear that it would hardly reach past the bottom of my ass. Nonetheless I put them down on the sink and turned on the shower. I had come this far, and daddy was clearly proud of what I did for him the first time we met. If this outfit was going to make him want me more, I was all for that.

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This is a follow up to “How it Was” Ch.1-5 so it might make a bit more sense if you read those ones first, as it makes references to characters and situations in the earlier chapters, but I think you can stroke to it without that information.

This story is pure fiction written to explore sexual fantasies without the moral and ethical constraints of real life. It purposefully ignores real world consequences of unprotected sex with multiple random partners. In your non-fiction life, you should obviously take suitable precautions and treat people with respect.

CW: This story contains some depictions of rough sex.

If you are not legal age to read erotic fiction, please leave now and do not continue reading. For everyone else, I hope that you enjoy it and have fun. Constructive feedback is welcome.

All materials presented herein copyright the author.

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Friday had finally arrived. I stood at the bus stop in front of my high school in the sultry evening air waiting for Mr. Walters to pick me up. In the gym bag next to me I had a change of clothes and a six pack of beer that I had bought from Trent, the college age dude who hung out at all the high school parties, selling alcohol and weed and pills. I usually didn’t go in for that kind of stuff, but this was going to be a special night and I wanted to be relaxed. Two empty Miller cans lay crumpled on the curb beside me, glinting faintly in the golden light.

Mr. Walters pulled up in a tan Mazda 626, the tape deck blaring AC/DC’s “Sink the Pink”. My normally stern biology teacher leaned over and popped the door open, smiling up at me, and I admired the way his arms and shoulders filled out the tight black t-shirt he was wearing. He looked me over as I slid into the passenger seat, his large hand running over my arm and down my leg.

“Looking sexy,” he said in his deep voice, and he waggled his eyebrows at me. I bit my lip and fluttered my eyelashes at him, my hand on his acid washed jeans.

“You too,” I replied, moving to cup his bulge. He pulled away from the bus stop with squealing tires and soon we were flying down the highway heading south. The sun was setting on my right and I watched the highway signs pass, thinking about my trip down this same road yesterday, and whether I should risk going down on Mr. Walters, since the traffic was so much heavier than the day before.

As I was coming to the decision that I should definitely risk it, I read a sign that said “Rest Stop — Closed”, and I briefly glimpsed what looked like headlights flashing behind the trees. The cruising spot that my gentleman friend had introduced me to yesterday morning seemed to be gearing up already. The thought sent a jolt through me and I let out a little whimper, shivering.

I looked over at Mr. Walters and he was looking back at me quizzically. I leaned closer to him, stroking his growing cock through his jeans.

“Have you ever gone cruising?” I asked him, slowly pulling down his fly. He cocked his head and shuffled in his seat to give me better access.

“You mean, like at the rest stop? How do you know about that?” I popped open his button and saw the base of his thick cock stuffed down the leg of his pants. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his pubic hair was neatly trimmed. A Ford Escort station wagon passed slowly on our left. I caught the eye of the driver, a tired looking middle aged man wearing wire-rimmed glasses. I leaned over into Mr. Walters’s lap, kissing the shaft of his cock as I gently worked to tug it free.

It flopped out, semi-hard and pulsing in my hand, the head half sheathed in a cowl of foreskin. Unable to resist, I took it between my lips and he let out a hiss of satisfaction, his member plumping in my mouth. I ran my tongue over it, drooling saliva, pushing gently at the hood, sucking the head, easing it to the back of my throat, then slipping the rim just past the seal of my lips and back in again. His breathing quickened and his hips pushed up into me, slowly fucking my wet mouth.

I came up for air, a string of spit running down my chin, and I glanced over to see our neighboring motorist still keeping pace, his head pivoting from the road ahead of him to the show in the next lane. I winked at him and began stroking Mr. Walters with a slightly exaggerated movement, wanting to be sure our voyeur knew what I was doing.

“Well, I happened to get a ride out there yesterday, had a pretty fun time too,” I finally replied. My hand played over Mr. Walters’s slick meat, jacking him with a backhand stroke, then slipping down and rolling his balls in my hand. I nuzzled into his neck, kissing his ear, eliciting a soft moan. “This older guy picked me up at Bean Around the World and we drove out here, I was busy sucking his fat cock so I didn’t notice where we were going. He parked in this gravel parking lot and he fucked me so good in the back of his Lincoln.”

Mr. Walters moaned louder as I went down on him again, trying to concentrate on steering the car over my bobbing head, his almanbahis hardness enveloped in my warm mouth. I sucked him smoothly, coating him with spit, charting the veiny surface of his shaft with my tongue, tasting his leaking pre-cum, savoring the throbbing flesh of his hot cock. Finally I pulled off him, saliva webbing my mouth and chin to the member I had just been worshipping.

“He wasn’t the only one that fucked me either,” I continued, “some random hiker showed up and watched us, then he took a turn after the first guy blew his load. It was so hot, I felt like such a slut. If there had been another ten guys I would have fucked them too.” My cock was painfully hard now and I wanted nothing more than for Mr. Walters to pull the car over and ravage me in the back seat, or bent over the trunk, or laying in the dirt at the side of the highway, I didn’t care as long as he fucked me hard.

“Billy,” he said sternly, turning his head to look directly in my eyes, “you have to be more careful. I know it’s exciting, strangers wanting you. It feels so freeing. At first. But listen to me,” he said holding up his hand to forestall my protest, “not everyone is going to be nice about it. Not everyone can be trusted. Didn’t you learn anything after that run-in with Wayne?” he turned back to look at the highway.

“How did you know about that?” I blurted. He looked at me from the corner of his eye and shook his head slightly, like he couldn’t believe how dumb I was.

“I live with Felicia,” he stated, as if that was supposed to mean something to me. Seeing my incomprehension he continued, “Ms. Jones, the school secretary? She came home the other day with Craig and Wayne and had a long talk with both of them.”

I was still trying to get my head around Mr. Walters and Ms. Jones living together. Were they roommates? A couple? Wasn’t he gay? I didn’t get it and I told him so.

“Look, we’re friends… and a bit more. We share rent, we make meals together and we fuck a few times a week. I love to fuck, Billy, you know what that’s like. It doesn’t much matter to me who it is, man or woman, I want both, I get different things from each.” He could see that I was still confused. “Are you telling me you never once did it with a girl? Jacked off thinking about Lucy Porter’s ass, or… Ms. Jones’s tits after seeing her in one of those blouses she wears? “

Lucy Porter had graduated last year and was widely held to have the most perfectly shaped ass in the school, a reputation enhanced by her strict wardrobe of skin-tight jeans. I had definitely jacked off thinking of Ms. Jones’s tits – every guy I knew had done that. But thinking back, there weren’t too many girls that really got me excited.

And, if I was being honest, Mr. Robinson wasn’t the first time I’d had the inkling I was into guys, it was just the first time I’d really acted on it. There was Sam Holt that I used to play soccer with, and that time behind the grounds shed at the out of town tournament when he convinced me to suck him off. I had knelt in front of him and grasped his hard-on, but he blew his wad before I could get him in my mouth.

There was jerking off to stolen skin mags with Andy Williamson, and the last time before he moved away, when he reached over and started stroking me, then took me in his mouth as I sat paralyzed, receiving my first blow job. I had spent many days afterward trying to recreate the startlingly pleasureable sensation of him wriggling his finger into my asshole as I came in his mouth.

But, like I said before, the town I lived in didn’t seem to have space for that kind of thing. You grew up, you did a bit of fooling around, you got a job, got married, got a house, got kids, got old, got dead. Everybody knew that. Nobody was gay; that only happened in the big city where life was so decadent and frivolous that any kind of debauchery was tolerated.

That’s what I had thought, anyway. But if I looked at what I had experienced in the last few days, I could see that wasn’t really true, it was just what I had been taught and had accepted without question. Now, Mr. Walters was telling me he had sex with men and women and I couldn’t make sense of it — if you let men fuck you, you were gay, a pansy; if you fucked women you were a real man, it was just common sense. I wondered if Mr. Walters just pretended to like women, to make himself feel better.

“Anyway, Billy,” he interrupted my spiraling thoughts, “you should be cautious of the rest stop. I’ve been in that scene before, when I was like you – young, dumb and full of cum. But there are weirdos lurking around, trawling for stuff that you wouldn’t like. The cops show up sometimes too, when they’re bored, and trust me, you don’t want a couple of deputies catching you getting double teamed in the back seat of your car.” My cock surged at the sudden image of young Mr. Walters doing the things I had been doing, and getting caught. I bit my lip at the thought of being at their mercy.

“I feel like this is going over your head,” he sighed, “but you need to understand almanbahis giriş this.” Mr. Walters looked me in the eye. “Where we’re going tonight is going to be safe, you’ll have fun, but you need to ask yourself how you ended up here, at this moment. You’ve followed your boner from one thing to the next, without thinking once of how it might go wrong, and even when it did, with Wayne, you kept going mindlessly anyway.” He turned back to watching traffic for a moment, gathering his thoughts. “I’ve been there, Billy, I know how good it feels to step away from what the world wants and just be who and what you are. But that euphoria doesn’t last forever, and believe me when I say that just fucking random strangers isn’t enough to really be happy.”

I mulled his words over for a moment, then glanced at our road mate, who was now swiveling his head back and forth constantly. I could see his right shoulder moving rhythmically. I glanced down at Mr. Walters’s slightly deflated member filling my hand and tried to remember the last time I had been as happy as I had been the past week. I couldn’t.

The driver’s eyes met mine and I licked my lips, looked at Mr. Walters’s lap, then back. He looked so pitiful, driving that shitty station wagon, thinning hair, rumpled office wear, the look of need in his eyes. I didn’t want to end up like that, like my parents, like so many other people I knew. Maybe Mr. Walters was right, and I would get tired of acting like a slut some day. But not today.

I opened my mouth and slowly slid my wet tongue over my bottom lip, flicking it up and down. The driver seemed to groan in response, his shoulder moving faster. I dove into Mr. Walters’s crotch and began sucking him like a maniac, drooling, working his shaft and balls, taking him to the back of my throat. I couldn’t see the driver, but I knew he knew what I was doing; I wanted him to know, I wanted him to go home tonight and replay what he saw over and over, I wanted him to wonder what it would be like to get his cock sucked by some random guy, or to take a thick cock in his own mouth.

Mr. Walters stiffened in his seat and I felt the car swerve slightly, then the first volley sprayed the roof of my mouth. I backed off, sliding and twisting my hand over the bulbous head of his cock, receiving four more splattering ropes of semen across my face. I sat up and looked directly at the driver, certain that the mess was visible. His head was thrown back and his arm moved urgently. Mr. Walters flicked the right hand turn signal and pulled onto an off-ramp. The station wagon continued on its way, and I gingerly dabbed at my face with a paper napkin from the glove compartment, unconcerned with how successful I was in cleaning up.

“I’m glad we had this talk, Billy,” Mr. Walters said, catching his breath. He made a left hand turn from the narrow side road into a tree-lined drive paved with cut stone.

We eased to a stop near a two story modernist house, all boxy volumes, rugged concrete walls, and floor to ceiling windows. A tall cedar fence ran from the side of the house around to the back yard. There were several other cars parked in front of us. He tucked his cock away and stepped out, re-buttoning his jeans.

We had only taken a few steps from the car when red and blue lights flashed behind us, accompanied by a short siren squelch. Mr. Walters froze, head slowly turning back over his shoulder, his hands open and held out slightly from his waist. Had a cop seen what I was doing on the highway, I wondered, panic welling up in my chest. I had been aware of the car drifting a bit when I was taking Mr. Walters’s load – was that enough to call the attention of the highway patrol?

I turned around a saw a large man approaching from the parked patrol car. He was wearing a t-shirt and jeans with polished cowboy boots. This was definitely a cop, but he didn’t look like he was on duty. He stopped a few feet away and I could see that Mr. Walters recognized him and had relaxed, but only slightly.

“This some fresh meat, Jakey?” the cop chuckled as he looked me over. I had the distinct feeling that meat wasn’t entirely metaphorical to this beast. I felt like a piece of tender veal as he circled around me, his huge hand running down my shoulder and flank, across my haunches, up my brisket, coming to rest with his thumb firmly on my jaw and fingers gently caressing my hair. My eyes were level with his clavicle, his bulging pectoral muscles rippling beneath the thin cotton of his white shirt. Whisky and cigars and musky sweat rolled off him and I could feel my lips trembling as he tilted my head up to meet his flat brown eyes. His smile was thick lipped and cheerless, his cheeks were ruddy beneath the blonde stubble that ran across his square jaw and chin.

Mr. Walters took a step back. I could hear his feet shuffling on the pavement as he cleared his throat and finally spoke.

“Larry,” he said with a mixture of fear and contempt, “I didn’t know you were coming tonight.” The cop didn’t take his eyes off me, but his lip curled slyly almanbahis yeni giriş as he answered in a drawling bass.

“Nobody told me it was happening but I know what night it is, and Gordon is a creature of habit. I was on my way out here when I spotted your car on the highway and followed you. This little piece put on quite a show,” his thumb trailed across my lips. I realized that I had stepped closer to him, my head clouded by the sheer power of his presence. I opened my mouth slightly and pushed my tongue softly against his callused digit. His nostrils flared.

The firm hold on my head became implacable downward pressure as he pushed me to my knees, my face dragging roughly down his belly, his belt buckle, the zipper of his jeans.

“You know what to do,” he grunted, crushing my face against his crotch. My mouth formed over the warmth swelling in his jeans as I deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled open the snap. Looking up into his leering face, I took the zipper in my teeth and pulled it down, revealing white y-fronts with a growing wet spot at the peak of the tenting cotton. I reached for him and he batted my hand away with his big paw. “No hands, Meat,” he huffed.

A shiver ran down my back and I swirled my tongue over his tip, then grasped his waistband firmly between my teeth and eased it down, moving from one hip to the other, until he flopped out onto my forehead. He was thicker than any one I’d had yet, the bell shaped head flaring to just the same size as the shaft, fat veins forking down its length, about half erect and resting on my eyebrows. Even though he wasn’t as long as Mr. Robinson or Mr. Walters, I doubted I could get more than a few inches into my mouth before being stretched to the limit.

He tipped my head back with his thumb on my jaw, and I felt the front fender of Mr. Walters’s Mazda give way a bit. He slapped my nose with the flat of his cock, swinging it like a rubber baton, dragging his leaking member over my face with occasional swats to my cheeks, and mouth and chin. He forced his thumb into my mouth and pulled my jaw open and I could feel the drool gathering. I was hungry for him, this big, rough man, pushing his fat dick in my face. And he knew it. His eyes burned into me with feral intensity.

I whimpered and tried to slip my wet lips over him. He chuckled and pushed my face back, not gently, following up with a backhand cuff across my temple. I could feel my own cock dripping and throbbing in response to his dominance, and my mind briefly flashed to Wayne and the locker room, at his sudden outburst of violence. I hadn’t liked that part much, but up to that point I had kind of gotten off on his rough treatment.

Was this going to end the same way? At that moment, I didn’t really care. All I knew was that I wanted this towering man’s thick dick and I wasn’t too proud to beg for it. Like he could read my mind, the man in front of me rested the tip of his cock on my lips.

“Beg me for it,” he growled, “beg to suck this dick, boy. I know you want this in your mouth, down your throat,.” His pre-cum oozed and I flicked it with my tongue. I looked up and gave him my most innocent, wide-eyed expression.

“Please,” I moaned, the need welling up from my chest, “feed me your fat prick, let me suck you so good…ram it into my dirty whore mouth… fuck my face with that juicy, thick dong…”

Suddenly he was slamming his dick in my mouth, his right hand pulling my hair, his left locked on my neck. My jaw cracked open as he jammed his member over my tongue and into the back of my throat, my nose was crushed against his pubic bone, the blond hair curling into my nostrils, tickling and scratching until I thought I might sneeze.

Then my head lashed back for a moment, his cock pulling back until my lips caught on the rim of his head, my breath coming in sharp wheezes as his hand tightened on my throat. He started a mechanical rhythm, sawing me back and forth as he used my mouth, his hands in absolute control of my movement, the power in his body overwhelming any feeble attempt I might make to resist.

But I wasn’t resisting. My chin was drenched with a torrent of drool as my mouth ran up and down his pounding tool over and over again. The musky scent of his slapping balls, the damp sweat of his hairy belly, the pungent cigar smoke on his yellowed fingers filling my senses. I barely noticed the gagging croaks forced out of my windpipe each time I was slammed against his crotch. I was beginning to see stars and a red-black cloud crept around the edges of my vision. I vaguely heard the sound of retreating footsteps. As his ballooning cock lodged itself in my throat yet again, I briefly wondered if I was going to cum in my pants.

I was floating in my own mind, my body limp, passively accepting my role as the deputy’s fuck hole. It was so dirty, kneeling on a driveway and taking the cock of some dude I’d seen for the first time less than five minutes prior. I realized my hands were clinging to his ass, holding me upright, his muscles flexing in time with his invading thrusts. Nothing mattered to me except his cock in my mouth, my aching jaw forgotten and burning lips ignored in the blind moment when it seemed my whole world glowed in that shaft of gristle and vein and sloppy heat.

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