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The drive back to the Crockett seemed hella-long to Marshall. But he didn’t dare fidget and reveal his impatience to Lee. And he definitely knew better than to touch himself, although the temptation to do so was great. He cast surreptitious glances at Lee, in the guise of taking in the scenery like any visitor to San Antonio. Instead, he secretly admired his handsome profile, the curl of Lee’s dark lashes over his blue eyes, the curve of the lush lips he longed to kiss.

Damn, he was one fine man.

Marshall swallowed a moan.

Lee turned his head, fixing Marshall with that all-seeing gaze of his, the one that pierced Marshall’s very soul. He didn’t have to say a word, and Marshall knew he knew. Had the temperature in the car just shot up twenty degrees?

All Lee said was, “You can shower first. Then assume the position and wait for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” Marshall replied throatily.

Back in their room, Marshall hastily stripped. He stuffed his dirty clothes with the other laundry, then stepped into the shower. Quick but thorough. He didn’t bother to wash his hair, since Carlisle had just done that, but he did manage to get rid of the tiny pieces of hair that had found their way beneath his shirt and begun to itch.

After he’d toweled off, he knelt on the floor at the end of their bed, head down, hands palms up against the small of his back. He heard the rustle of Lee’s clothes as he removed them, the clunk kırklareli escort of his belt buckle when he tossed it onto a chair.

Don’t look, don’t look…

But he looked anyway, against his better judgment. Lee stood in the doorway to the bathroom, bare-ass naked and looking like a god.

“That’ll cost you,” Lee commented before he disappeared from view. Marshall couldn’t help but smile, as he resumed his former position. Listening to the sound of running water, Marshall couldn’t help but think about Lee, and what was to come, and his cock twitched in anticipation.

A short while later, Marshall heard Lee return, but he never raised his head, keeping his eyes focused on the beige carpet beneath him. He had no idea what Lee was doing, but he caught glimpses of his bare feet as he moved about the room, accompanied by strange sounds—mysterious rustlings and metallic jangling.

“On the bed,” Lee directed at last. “On your back.”

Marshall obeyed without hesitation. He lay full-length upon the bed, awaiting further instructions. Lee approached him wearing nothing but a grin. In his hand was one of the sleep masks that had been in a drawer of the room when they checked in. Marshall gave him an inquisitive look. “Yep, for you.” Lee nodded. “Lean up a bit.”

He slid the mask over Marshall’s head, and blackness filled Marshall’s vision. This was something afyon escort new. They’d never used any sort of blindfold before. Marshall shifted a little nervously. The darkness made him uncomfortable, too much a reminder of things best forgotten. Lee placed a soothing hand upon his arm.

“It’s all right,” he assured him. “I’m here, I’m right here.” The words were comforting, but still Marshall was a little leery.

He felt Lee’s warm breath against his ear. “If you don’t like it, use your safe word and I’ll stop. I promise.”

Marshall believed him, and he trusted him. “Okay,” he agreed, and was rewarded by a trail of warm kisses along his jaw.

“I’m going to let go of you now, but just for a second.”

Marshall felt an absence when Lee moved away, and for a moment he seemed to be ungrounded. But then as the bed shifted under Lee’s weight andhe knew he’d returned, and Marshall relaxed again. Lee’s hand stroked his hip, down along his leg, stilling the slight tremors there. Then Lee touched his half-hard cock and placed something around it.

The cock ring. That meant Marshall was not to come until Lee allowed it. What else did his lover have in store for him, he wondered?

He received his answer as he felt something metallic ring first one wrist, and then the other. Both arms were then stretched, one at a time, toward the head of the bed.

The amasya escort handcuffs, Marshall realized. Lee’d promised they’d use them tonight, didn’t he? Lee was nothing if not a man of his word.

Once Marshall’s arms were in place, Lee spread his legs apart. Marshall felt exposed, even if he couldn’t see.

“First the punishment.” Lee was whispering in his ear once more. “Just like I promised.”

Somehow, Lee managed to make punishment sound sexy and exciting. Marshall relaxed a little more.

The next moment, he almost jumped out of his skin as something very cold was pressed against one of his nipples. What in the world? He quickly realized Lee had an ice cube in his hand. Compliments of the hotel, no doubt. If they only knew to what purpose it was being utilized…

Marshall felt his nipple harden from the ice. Damn, that was cold, but he didn’t dare complain. The next moment he didn’t mind so much as Lee engulfed the cold nipple in his warm mouth, and the sudden change in temperate was simply exquisite.

Marshall couldn’t help himself. He moaned in delight.

“Like that, do you, boy?” Lee murmured, even as he applied the ice cube to Marshall’s other nipple.

“Mmhmmm/” Marshall’s only coherent thought was if this was to be his punishment, then bring it on, baby, bring it on.

Marshall felt Lee take his other nipple into his mouth, warming it as well. But he obviously wasn’t done. He slid the ice cube down Marshall’s chest, heading south. Marshall knew what lay that way, and pleasurable though the sensation on his nipples was, he had his doubts how his cock would feel about such treatment. Without thinking, he squirmed, and for that he received a swat against his leg.

“Want more punishment?” Lee drawled.

“Sir, yes Sir!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I was sucking Cal’s cock when it happened.

Cal is my friend, mentor and now lover. He’s taught me many things. He encouraged me explore parts of my sexuality I wasn’t aware of.

I find him irresistibly sexy in every way. Cal is more than a decade older than I am. He’s powerfully built and very masculine. He’s moderately hairy and this contrasts with my relative smoothness. I’m taller and our cocks are of similar size, although Cal is much thicker.

We were together in person for the first time in his high rise apartment after more than a year of correspondence and phone calls.

I was naked on my knees. Cal was standing with his pants around his ankles and still wearing his shirt. I had one hand on his thigh and with the other I was caressing his testicles.

His penis was in my mouth… of course.

I was trying to do everything I had ever learned about blowjobs. I licked his fat cock, and french kissed the head of him while gently tonguing his slit.

I wanted to express my affection, respect, and gratitude in a loving and eager manner through this act of submission.

The more I sucked, the more I wanted to suck. I was wanton, hungry for Cal’s sex. I slobbered over his dick and rubbed his hardness all over my face. I pushed deeper onto his pole, discovering a delightful twinge of pleasure as he slid farther down my throat.

Silly me, I had assumed that oral sex was was only for the receiver.

I gave myself over to the naughtiness, the ‘gayness’ of the act.

Cal sensed the change. He began to encourage me by speaking in his whispery low sexy voice.

“Oh baby,” he said. “You are a sweet cocksucker. You’re making love to my cock.”

I looked up at him. Cal was smiling disarmingly. He reached down and ran his hand through my hair and cupped the back of my head. He pulled me to him gently forcing his rod even deeper.

This scared me at first, but I made myself relax.

“Look at me.” Cal said.

I opened my eyes and looked up. Cal was smiling.

He pulled my head toward him again, and again he filled gullet. This time, he held me there.

I panicked, pushed back to take a breath. Panting, I looked up at him again. Cal’s expression was mischievous.

“You’re my cocksucker,” he said, emphasizing ‘my’.

We had spoken often about that word. Cal insisted that there’s nothing insulting or demeaning about it . It’s a statement of fact. A reality that I should revel in, a compliment.

I was complimented. I was a cocksucker now. Happy to be a cocksucker for him. Proud to be his cocksucker.

Cal pulled back and coaxed me to my feet. My mouth was wet with spittle and precum. He licked my lips, and ran his tongue over my face. He took my head in both of his hands and kissed me deeply. Cal possessed my mouth with his thrusting tongue. I yielded to this intrusion, embracing it. Sucking on his tongue as I had sucked his penis.

Cal told me that I “taste like cock,” and that he found that “very, very, nice.”

Cal kicked his pants away, but left his shirt on. He took a couple steps to the island that separated the living room from the kitchen where we had left our drinks. He poured us both a couple more fingers of single malt. I joined him as we leaned there and sipped the whiskey.

Cal said, “I told you I could be stern at times. This only works for me if I know I have your consent,” he added. “I will never hurt you. I want you to trust me. This kind of thing is not uncommon among gay men.”

“Yes,” I said. “We have spoken of this at length.”

Cal continued: “I’m dominant, and you are submissive. If you trust me, I can take you places you’ve never imagined.”

Cal ran a big hand down my back. He cupped my ass possessively and continued, “So… you agree? You will submit to me? You will let me guide you?”

Cal loved to talk, and I loved to play along. He could be serious or silly. Before this evening, talk was all we had. Being here with him, in his home, was strange and yet familiar. I was determined to go through with this. I had artvin escort promised him I would. I was nervous, but I did trust him.

Cal pulled me closer. His hands roamed my body, gently petting my ass and softly pinching my nipples. He nibbled my neck and slowly thrust his hard cock against mine. The hand he had placed on my ass probed into the cleft. He touched my pucker.

“There’s no going back from this,” Cal said suddenly, very seriously and intently. “I want you to be very sure you’re ready to accept what is going to happen.”

My voice was husky and quavery when I replied, “I have come a long way to be here with you. I have masturbated every day for a year dreaming of this night. I have sucked your cock. I am naked in your arms.”

Cal gathered both of our erections and held them together in his strong hands. He smiled, and we kissed deeply again.

He released our cocks then took me by the hand and said,

“Come with me boy.”

It was dreamy and surreal as he led me down the hall to the open door at the end. His bedroom looked a bit like a film set. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room. It was lit from above by a half dozen miniature spot lights turned very low. They seemed not so much lit, as glowing softly. There were pillows on the bed but no covers. A dove gray fitted sheet stretched over the mattress which rested on a dark recessed pedestal. It seemed to float above the floor.

“Here is your love bed. Lay on your side in the center,” Cal directed.

I did as he asked, on my right side with my head propped on my hand. Cal moved about in shadows, just out of the throw of the lights.

“Perfect,” Cal purred. “Let me look at you.”

I felt a little silly then, posed for him that way. My left hand slid down to cover my hard penis.

“Oh baby, you look ripe for the taking.” I heard a drawer open and close and Cal appeared by the side of the bed with a small white box. “I got you something,” he whispered.

He left the box within my reach and stepped back.

“Open it.”

Wrapped in tissue paper was something deep red and silky looking. It was a pair of women’s underwear. Almost a thong, with a generous band of lace around the top.

“Put them on darling.”

I actually felt a little faint. My head was swimming. I had not expected this.

Cal’s voice was very deep. “Go ahead boy.”

I was shaking as I wiggled into the panties. I felt supremely silly. I’m not a small guy. My impossibly hard cock got even harder though, as I pulled them up. My penis strained obscenely up over the lace.

Still mostly in the dark Cal started speaking in a low soft voice.

“I know you’re embarrassed. I want you to feel that. I want you to feel vulnerable and unsure.

“I’m going to take your manhood, and you are going to freely offer it to me. I don’t want a woman. I want a man, I want you. You are however the feminine part of our union. You are going to receive me into your body.”

My heart was thundering in my ears. I couldn’t speak.

“You’re going to take my cock, and my cum. This is your destiny. This is who you are. I’m going to set you free.”

Cal knelt by the side of the bed. He reached over and grasped my cock, sliding the panties down just bit. He pulled me to him.

“Watch me, don’t close your eyes,” Cal directed.

He pulled my penis into his mouth. And when he closed his lips around me, I came immediately and explosively. There were at least four strong orgasmic convulsions. Cal’s lips were pursed around the head of my cock. He moved quickly up and with one hand squeezed my cheeks and I reflexively opened my mouth. He dribbled my cum from his mouth to mine. I opened wider, not wanting to miss any. Cal’s lips were coated with my sperm. He began kissing my face… my eyes, my lips. He forced his tongue into my mouth stirring the shared semen.

I returned his kiss with a passion I’d never before experienced. When he pulled back I stared at him with open astonishment.

Cal aydın escort smiled down at me. He caressed my face with his hand. I was still panting breathlessly. He climbed all the way up on to the bed, and insinuated himself between my legs.

Cal reached down and began fingering my anus. His fingers were wet and slippery.

My heart was pounding. I could hear it in ears and feel my face flushing red.

Cal held my eyes with his, and kept speaking.

“Now you must give me your pussy. This is what we will call your sex. You must open your tight warm pussy for your man. I want it so badly. I want to feel you caress my cock with your pussy.”

Cal stripped my panties off aggressively. He parked between my parted thighs and let a huge amount of saliva drip down onto his cock. He moved his slick member between the cheeks of my ass.

“What do you want baby” Cal asked. “Do you want my cock?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Yes what?” Cal questioned.

“I want your cock,” I said foolishly.

“More,” Cal said. “Tell me more, say more.”

“I wwwwant your ccccock in my ppppussy,” I stuttered breathlessly.

Cal wouldn’t stop this dialog, he continued. “Do you want me to make love to your pussy?”

“Oh god… ppplease make love to my pussy… I need your cock inside me… in my pussy… please, oh please take me, I need this.”

I had never imagined saying such things. I had always been a timid lover, inhibited and vanilla. Everything had changed in an instant. Nothing in the universe mattered except the mating between Cal and I. I wanted to please him and to that end, I would do anything.

“Oh yesssss darling,” Cal said. “I know what you need.”

My lover continued to slide his cock over my opening. I had never known such desire.

Cal rolled me half way over on my stomach. He hitched my right leg up, leaving my left straight. He nestled between my legs, straddling my outstretched left leg. Cal put his hands on my ass, kneading it. He spread my cheeks, then pushed them together and spread them again.

“Relax,” he said. “You have a very nice ass, so sexy. Tilt your pretty bottom up toward me.”

I felt his cock slide in my cleft again. “Am I your first, baby?” Cal asked.

I replied, “Yes Cal, you know you are.”

Cal chuckled and said, “That pleases me very much.”

I tilted my hips and wiggled a little, snuggling into his closeness. Cal continued the his gentle thrusting. It was slow and wet. I was pinned down by his weight. I felt that our joining was inevitable. I was resigned to it and excited at the same time.

I was embarrassed to ask, “Do you have lube?” I didn’t want to break the spell with such a base concern.

“I’ve never needed it,” Cal said quietly, and began to massage my opening with the head of his cock.

In his low, hypnotic voice Cal said:

“We’ve waited a long time for this. I’m so glad you’re here.”

Cal balanced on one knee, freeing my leg so that he could flip me over on my back.

“I want to see your face when I make you mine. I want us both to remember this moment.”

He leaned forward, took my face in his hands and continued speaking with soft and earnest intensity.

“What we are about to do is profoundly homosexual. I believe you’re a gay man, and you always have been. This sharing is our destiny. I’m so proud that trust me to show you who you truly are.”

My lover pulled back, slid his hands up the back of my thighs and hooked them behind my knees. He rocked me back, then took his penis in hand and entered me.

I gasped.

Cal slid in smoothly. There was no pain, no fumbling just a smooth inexorable penetration.

My eyes and mouth were wide open.

Cal smiled down at me. He adjusted himself tilted my hips up a bit more, and leaned in to kiss me.

His lips brushed my lips. He rubbed his nose against mine.

“Yessssssss,” he whispered. “Feel me inside you. Feel my cock, feel my love. This is where you belong. Open yourself to balıkesir escort me, open your pussy to my cock.”

I took a deep breath our faces close. I willed myself to relax and open, and that’s exactly what happened.

I panted and whimpered a bit. Cal kissed my face, my eyes.

“Oh Cal, ohmigod, so good, this is so good, I had no idea, your cock, so full, oh yes, fuck me. love me take me.” I was babbling.

Cal’s hands found mine, and our fingers interlaced. He began to thrust and withdraw, so slowly.

I mirrored his speed and movement, a slow careful lovefuck dance. I stared at him, compelling myself to look into his eyes. Following his lead, I allowed myself to submerge into our lust. This was unexplored territory. The world had fallen away. All that existed was this intercourse.

Tenderness morphed into something other. Our coupling became harder, more animalistic. Nothing was quite deep enough nor hard enough nor intense enough. Cal grunted as he pushed harder. He slammed into me as if yearning to ramp up the sensation.

I took it, wanting more and more as well. I absorbed his passion. I echoed his growls with softer exclamations, the contrast of our sounds seeming so right and natural. I pushed my hips up to meet his charge.

We were wet with sweat. Our bodies slid together deliciously. We were mating. Cal buried his head in my neck. He licked and bit me. I wrapped my arms around him, my legs around him. We pushed and ground into and around each other.

My body received his cock. I was full of him. Cal roared and began to climax. He shuddered and pushed his length into me. I wanted it, wanted him, wanted all of him. I was insatiable.

Cal’s climax was my climax. I knew what he was feeling, and was proud to be the cause of it. I was entirely sex.

Cal raised up holding himself deeply in my ass. He pumped, and I felt him pump.

Panting, he chanted through clenched teeth: “Take it. Take my cum. I’m filling you with my sperm, my seed. It’s part of you now. Your pussy is full of my cum. Your pussy is mine, You are mine.” His body jerked a couple of times.

Cal pulled out just a little bit. He opened my thighs farther so that he could see his penis in my ass.

“I wish you could see this,” he said. “It’s a beautiful sight. Your pussy is leaking sperm around my dick. So pretty.”

This made me smile. We were both breathing hard. Cal smiled back. He pulled back a bit more, leaving only the head of his penis inside. My thighs were shaking, this made Cal smile even more broadly. He pushed his cock back into my ass, then withdrew.

Cal ran his hand across my opening from back to front, gathering his issue. Once, twice, three times he did this.

He exited from his place between my legs and laid on his side next to me. He began jack my impossibly hard cock with our wetness. He put his mouth on my closest nipple and began roughly work it with his lips, tongue and teeth. I squealed like a girl. He was not gentle with cock either. He corkscrew stroked my penis.

I came quickly, again. My cockhead and nipples became very sensitive and I tried to wiggle away, but I couldn’t escape. I begged him to stop, but he ignored me. He took mercy on my nipple and brought his mouth to mine in a dominating kiss. I kept begging as we kissed. I had lost count of how many new experiences he had given me. They just kept coming.

Cal abruptly stopped the sweet torture. He rolled onto his back. He gathered me to him, me on my side now. His arm around my neck, my head on his chest my shoulder nestled into his armpit. I threw my leg across his body, as so many women had done with me in the afterglow.

I reached back to feel the wetness that was expanding onto the sheets behind and under me. With amusement I accepted that I would be the partner who slept in the wetspot… yet another role reversal.

I also put my fingers between the cheeks of my ass. I felt the abundance of my lover’s cum. I touched the lips of my ass. I was still sensitive there, but it felt good to the touch.

It felt like… it’s still embarrassing to say this… but it felt like a pussy.

I brought my wet fingers to my nose. I told myself that this is the smell of sex for me now.

Cal’s breathing had deepened. I reached down his body and gently grasped his limp but still engorged cock. My man’s cock.

This was how I fell asleep.

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“It’s not going to cure you, Salt. It’s just going to take the edge off. We can’t give you anything stronger without compromising your effectiveness as a field agent.”

Guy was perched on the edge of his chair in a small sitting room at EERIE headquarters. He was too keyed up to relax. He wanted to pace back and forth, but the room was so tiny it precluded that. He stared at the miniscule pink pill in his hand. “I don’t like doing drugs,” he grumbled.

“It’s your choice, of course. My recommendation is that we move Melvin to a different safe house.”

“No!” Guy’s voice was louder than he expected. He wanted to glare at Ed, but as always, his elusive boss was not physically present. “He needs to stay with me.” He popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed. I hope to hell this works.

He had called Ed shortly after his retreat from Mel and begged him for help with the overwhelming feelings of lust he was having toward the young man. He didn’t trust himself to not to do something disastrous.

His obsession with Mel was taking its toll. He couldn’t focus on work; perhaps it was a blessing that the vampire seemed to have dropped off the face of the earth. He was so strung out on Mel pheromones, he was afraid that if he did run into Valjevo, he wouldn’t be able to fight. He wasn’t sleeping well, and there was a constant gnawing in his gut that had never been there before. The only time his skin wasn’t crawling was when he was with Mel, but perhaps that was because when he was with the beautiful young man, the only thoughts in his head were, “Mine, mine, mine!” and “Fuck him NOW!”

“We also made a tracker for Mel,” Ed continued.

“It won’t work in the house,” Guy reminded him.

“Yes, I know that.” Ed had no patience with stupidity, and it was apparent in his voice that Guy was being obtuse. “This is just in case something happens and we need to get him out of your house. Or if Valjevo figures out where he’s at and kidnaps him, we’ll at least have a way to find him.”

Of course. I should have thought of that. My brain is scrambled. That boy has me every which way but right-side-up.

“It’s on the table to your left,” Ed was saying.

Guy looked on the indicated end table and saw two things, a gold crucifix on a sturdy chain and a thumb drive. He picked up the crucifix, turning it over in his hands. There was no sign of the miniature tracking device that Guy knew must be hidden in it. “Very funny, Ed. What if he doesn’t want to wear it? I have no idea if he’s even Christian.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Ed said dryly.

Guy picked up the thumb drive. “I’m assuming that this is the contents of his hard drive?” Mel’s computer had been snapped in half by Valjevo during his rampage but not completely destroyed.

“Yes, Bobby managed to get everything off of it, so he’s got his files back at least. That boy is a serious geek.”

Guy felt a throbbing in his temple and knew that the bulging vein there would indicate to Ed that he was intensely irritated with him for going through Mel’s files. Even remote, Ed missed nothing. “He doesn’t work for you, you know. You don’t have the right to paw through his personal stuff.”

“Since when have I followed the rules? I’ll use every piece of information I can get if it gives me an edge in fighting these demons. You know that, Salt. You signed up anyway.”

“Yes, I signed up. Mel has not. Leave him and his stuff alone.”

“He’s actually quite brilliant, you know. He could make a great addition to our team.”

“No! Absolutely not!”

“It’s his decision, not yours.”

Guy had no idea what Ed actually looked like, but he’d talked to him so much over the past twelve years he’d developed a firm picture in his mind of a small man in his forties who was thin but wiry. At Ed’s words, Guy’s vision went red. If his boss had been standing in the room with him, Guy was sure his big hands would be around Ed’s scrawny neck, squeezing.

“Christ, Guy! Your blood pressure just went off the charts. You need to calm down.”

“How do you know about my blood pressure?” Guy asked taking a deep breath to calm himself.

“We’re doing amazing things with technology these days. You’d be surprised what I can find out about a person.”

“Well, leave Mel out of it. I don’t want you recruiting him. I don’t want you talking to him. I don’t even want you looking at him—or at any of his stuff.”

“Sheesh! Possessive much?”

He’s mine! Guy almost growled that out loud. It was luck more than anything that allowed him to bite his tongue. He scowled fiercely.

“Don’t worry. I won’t say anything to Mel just yet,” Ed assured him. “He can’t help us while Valjevo is so bent on getting to him anyway.”

This time a growl did come out, from deep in Guy’s throat. “Valjevo!” He said the vampire’s name like a cuss word. “Haven’t you found anything I can go on yet? I know he’s still here in the area.”

“We’re working kütahya escort on it, Salt.”

*****

Tigger ran the silk of Guy’s briefs through his fingers. Heat washed through his body and he felt his cock start to plump.

Shit! I have to get these back to Guy before they need to be washed again. It had been two days since he had christened Guy’s underwear in the aftermath of that unbelievable kiss, and now they were fresh from the dryer. It was late in the evening; Guy was out vampire-hunting, and Consuela had long since gone home—he hoped.

He tiptoed across the hall to the door of Guy’s room, wondering why he was bothering to be quiet. He managed to keep himself from knocking. Instead he cracked the door slightly, fumbled for the light switch, and peeked inside.

Guy’s room was restful. The furniture was sleek and black with clean lines. One wall was turquoise, a color that was picked up by the pillows on the bed and a couple of wing-back chairs. Stepping into the room, he saw that there was a beautifully painted mural of a sunset over a tropical beach on one wall. The opposite wall was all window with a view of the dark lake, and another wall was almost entirely mirrored.

The bed was made and everything seemed to be in its place. Tigger wondered if that was Consuela’s doing or if Guy was naturally neat. He eyed the bureau. One of the drawers should hold Guy’s underwear; he needed to the get the pair in his hand back to its mates. His hands shook slightly as he opened the top drawer on the left-hand side.

Holy shit! Tigger stared at the contents of the drawer, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. The first thing he noticed was the handcuffs. They were standard, metal, police-issued cuffs and were nestled next to some leather cuffs and lengths of soft-looking rope. His wide eyes wandered to the butt plugs, all lined up neatly in order of size. The largest several looked huge. There were a couple of colorful vibrators, an assortment of cock rings and nipple clamps, and an odd-looking contraption that Tigger guessed was a cock cage. His hand reached out and hovered over the device. As soon as he realized that he was about to pick it up and examine it, he jerked his hand away as if he’d been burned and slammed the drawer shut.

He stood for a moment panting, his body flushed with heat. His cock had become instantly stone hard. Damn! He could not keep his imagination from running wild with thoughts of what Guy could do to him with all that stuff.

In a daze, he quickly pulled open the next drawer down. The contents of that drawer caused him to sink to his knees, gasping. Several whips lay on top of some coiled chains. On one side was a tall stack of magazines. The cover of the top one depicted a huge man dressed all in leather, brandishing a long whip. He was standing in front of a smaller naked man who was chained to large wooden structure. Tigger stared at the picture. Do people really do that?

His eyes wandered to the whips. He could not stop himself from reaching out and fingering the cat-o-nine-tails. It was surprisingly soft, the falls being made of a velvety fabric instead of leather or rope. Tigger wondered if it would even hurt. Some of the other implements in the drawer looked like they would definitely hurt. There was a paddle off to one side, and in the back Tigger spotted what looked like a riding crop. His cock was making puddles of precum in his underwear.

With a whimper he yanked his sweats down, dropped the silk briefs off to the side, and grabbed his leaking staff. Using the clear flow as a lubricant, he started a quick rhythm. From his position on his knees on the floor of Guy’s bedroom, he looked at the bed through lust-slit eyes and noticed that there were large eyehooks screwed into the wooden frame of both the head and footboards. His brain immediately supplied a vision of himself chained spread-eagled on the bed while Guy attached nipple clamps.

A wail of need came out of his mouth. His whole body shuddered as stars shimmered at the edge of his vision. Ecstasy washed over him, starting in his balls and spreading out, flowing down his limbs and taking away awareness of everything except intense pleasure.

When his orgasm finally faded, he found himself sitting on the floor of Guy’s bedroom, fighting to get air into his lungs. The polished oak was liberally spattered with his cooling jism. Oh God! He had been so turned on by the things he’d seen in the drawers that it had taken less than thirty seconds for him to beat himself off. I can’t believe I jacked myself in Guy’s bedroom. How pathetic is that?

He climbed to wobbly feet, closed the drawer with the whips and chains, and tucked his cock back into his sopping underwear. His sweats weren’t much drier. Staggering into the bathroom, he wet a washcloth and returned to quickly wipe up the evidence of his transgression. He felt panic setting in, sure malatya escort that Guy would come home any minute and catch him, even though he wasn’t due home until dawn. Maybe he’d tie me up and punish me. His spent cock twitched and he stifled a groan. You can’t think about that right now. You need to put those underwear away and get the hell out of here, he told himself sternly.

Leaving the washcloth on the floor, he grabbed the briefs and contemplated the dresser warily. Most people keep underwear in a top drawer, he reasoned. Cautiously he opened the middle top drawer to find it was full of socks. He started to giggle. Okay. Yes. Of course he owns socks. It just seemed too mundane for the larger-than-life dom.

Just before he closed the drawer, he spotted a black eye patch sitting in the front corner. He had never looked closely at Guy’s eye patch. When the man was there in person, he was too intimidating for Tigger to study. Something about the fabric of the eye patch caught his eye, and he picked it up curiously.

Light shown through the black material. What the hell? Tigger held it up in front of one of his eyes and looked around the room. He could see clearly through the covered eye. A chill went up his spine. Why would Guy cover up an eye that he can see out of? What is he hiding? His active imagination immediately began to furnish him with a series of grotesque images. He dropped the eye patch back into the drawer and slammed it shut with trembling hands.

He considered making a quick retreat, but he still held the black briefs in his hand. Steeling his nerves, he opened the third top drawer and found an assortment of underwear, all neatly folded. With a small sigh of relief, and trying not to look through Guy’s underwear stash lest he find something else shocking, he carefully folded the black briefs to match the others in the drawer and laid them where they seemed to belong.

Mission accomplished. Go now!

He snatched up the soiled washcloth and was almost to the door when something stopped him. He did not contemplate the merits of the idea that occurred to him, but rather acted on it right away. Returning to the drawer with the magazines, he pulled one out at random from the middle of the stack and tucked it under his arm. After one last glance around the room showed him that everything was where it should be, he fled to the safety of his own bedroom.

Even after a long relaxing shower, which included another Guy-inspired jack-off session, he had trouble falling asleep. His mind whirled with the things he had seen in Guy’s bedroom. Every time he found something else out about the vampire hunter, it led to more questions than answers. He is obviously totally into the BDSM scene, but who does he play with? What could he be hiding behind that eye patch? Why does he have supernatural abilities? What the hell is he?

Tigger fingered the crucifix that lay warm against his bare chest. Guy obviously wasn’t a demon. When he had given Tigger the cross, he had handled it reverently and admitted to being catholic. No, he admitted to having been raised catholic, Tigger corrected himself. He could not help but feel a warm glow at the memory of Guy’s face when he’d handed him the crucifix. It felt as if Guy was giving him present—that maybe Guy cared for him.

Tigger let out a snort of frustration. If he likes me, why won’t he spend time with me? The crucifix probably meant nothing more than what Guy had said it meant. It was not a gift but simply a device to help protect him from demons. Tigger’s failure to seduce Guy, failure to even engage him in meaningful conversation, was extremely discouraging. The man was impossible to pin down, more slippery than an eel. Tigger realized that even though he’d been living in Guy’s house for three weeks now, he really knew almost nothing about him.

*****

As Guy stepped into the elevator that took him to his home, he didn’t think he could get more discouraged. Night after night he waited in the shadows of the most likely places for vampires to frequent: dimly-lit night clubs, city parks, alleyways, and dark, quiet lanes. He had gone over every piece of evidence from the murders until he had them all memorized. Other members of EERIE’s elite staff had looked as well. There was no pattern, no clue to where Valjevo might be hiding or where he would choose his next victim. Time was running out. The demon was surely getting hungry; vampires typically killed about once a month. Like snakes, one big feeding would last them awhile. Sometimes they had other means of getting blood, such as keeping human captives and feeding off them slowly over time. Guy did not let himself think about that.

He had looked through all the missing persons reports, trying to determine whether any of them had been taken by the vampire or if they were missing for other reasons. It was impossible to tell for sure. Even those with batman escort a history of going missing or running away could still be victims. The bodies might never be found, although Valjevo seemed to like to show off his kills—they were particularly gruesome.

Guy desperately wanted to take out Valjevo before he killed again. Once he had his sites on a vampire, he was riddled with guilt over all subsequent victims, sure that if he’d been smarter or more dedicated he could have prevented the murders. Ed always assured him that that was not the case, that he’d tried his best and that was all he could do, but he still couldn’t help his feelings of remorse.

The elevator slid open with a soft swish. He took a deep breath of Mel-scented air and immediately felt his mood lighten. His heart rate sped up as he detected the young man moving around in his kitchen. Once I take out Valjevo, I won’t have a reason to keep him with me.

Mel can’t stay here anyway, he told himself sternly. There is no future for us, and the sooner we forget about each other, the better it will for both of us. He knew he didn’t really believe this, for himself anyway. His angel was the light of his life, the only positive thing to happen to him in a long, long time, and when he thought about Mel walking out his door for good, it brought a stabbing pain to his chest.

Mel’s smiling face appeared in the kitchen doorway, and happiness washed over him. He grinned back at the young man. His cock also responded to Mel’s presence, and once more he found himself fighting his libido for control. Mel’s lips were so succulent—redder than usual, as if he’d been biting them. He couldn’t help but stare. His jeans became uncomfortably tight. Those damn pink pills didn’t seem to do much of anything.

“I made pancakes and sausage,” Mel said.

“It smells good,” Guy replied, although in truth he hadn’t noticed anything other than Mel. He smelled like sex.

Wide aqua eyes searched his face as Mel stepped closer and reached for his arm. “You’ll eat breakfast with me?”

The beast inside Guy roared with desire. He took several quick steps backward, avoiding the touch that he knew would do him in. “I told you not to touch me,” he growled.

Mel’s smile disappeared and the twinkle in his eyes gave way to hurt. His face was so expressive, every emotion was apparent.

Damn! Guy’s insides twisted at the pain he had caused his angel. He felt like he had kicked a puppy. The poor kid was probably desperately lonely, but Guy knew he couldn’t stay in the same room with Mel—not when he smelled like that. “I’ve already eaten,” he lied as he turned and took the stairs two at a time to the lower floor.

As he descended the staircase, the scent of Mel’s cum hit him like a tidal wave. He could tell Mel jacked off a lot, two or three times a day at least. And he understood this. Mel was only twenty-one and he was probably bored out of his skull. Hell, he himself was jacking off at least that much, and it didn’t even seem to take the edge off his lust. He hurried to his bedroom. Usually the scent was strongest by Mel’s bedroom door, but today as he opened the door to his own room, the scent enveloped him. Clearly Mel had jacked off in his bedroom.

Right here on the floor in front of my dresser, about ten hours ago, his senses told him. With a groan of need, Guy’s fingers flew to his fly, letting his fully engorged cock out of his jeans. He made short work of his own erection, imagining what Mel had looked like on the floor of his bedroom pleasuring himself. As his own cum splashed out to mingle with the scent of Mel’s, he let out a low guttural cry and grabbed the edge of the dresser to keep from going down.

As he recovered from his orgasm, he realized that Mel had been in his drawers. The lighter scent of his hands was on the drawer handles. Guy investigated with his nose and discovered that Mel had been in his paraphernalia drawers, his sock drawer, and his underwear drawer. He opened each drawer and determined that Mel had touched a few things.

He’d taken a magazine. Interesting. He’d picked up one of his eye patches. He has no doubt figured out that I can see out them. Guy groaned inwardly. The irrepressible young man would be full of questions he wasn’t at liberty to answer, of that he was sure. And lastly, Mel had fingered a pair of his underwear. No, more than fingered. Guy brought the underwear up to nose. Mel had cum on his underwear and then washed them. Guy’s cock exploded into rock-hard readiness again.

*****

Tigger was miserable. He’d been at Guy’s house for exactly a month now. He had nothing to do except moon over his unrequited love and jack off. He spent much of his time on the Internet, playing games or surfing. He did some research on vampires but didn’t find anything that he felt was believable or reliable. He longed to ask Guy questions, but not only was his host almost never there, he was taciturn. He answered all of Tigger’s questions as briefly as possible and sometimes not at all. Although Guy often seemed happy to see him at first, he would quickly become brusque, bordering on rude. He wondered if Guy was schizophrenic; even Tigger’s bipolar friend, David, didn’t have such rapid mood swings. One thing Tigger was sure of: Guy was as unhappy as he was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He looked interested. “What kind of club?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

And with that we were off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I breathed a sigh of relief.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My hard-on was never going down now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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High school was a good time for me. I did o.k. on grades and I had a girl friend and some buddies. My girlfriend’s name was Lana. She wanted to be a journalist. She wrote for the school newspaper and she was on the school annual staff. She and I became friends when we both joined the Camera Club late in our Freshman year. She wanted to learn about photography because she thought it would be useful in her journalism career. I joined because I wanted a hobby and it was one way of meeting some girls who were not hot for the jocks and who, like me, were on the edges of the school groups and cliques. Lana had a girl friend, Gayle, who was also on the annual staff. We had some good times together.

But more about Lana and Gayle later. I had three good buddies – Chuck, Kenny and Gene. We all met each other in study hall. All of us were new to the school. My folks and Gene’s folks had moved here because of better jobs. Kenny’s family had been living and working overseas and his dad had been transferred to his company’s local office. Chuck transferred from a different school.

We had another thing in common. We were all a year behind our classmates. I’m not the smartest person in the world and I had been held back in grade school. The same thing for Chuck. Gene had missed a year because of a horse riding accident and the constant moving around that Kenny’s family did because of his dad’s job had set him back a year too. We all turned eighteen during the summer before our senior year.

Kenny and I went out for basketball. Neither of us made the first team but we stayed with it all through high school because it was fun. Gene went out for the wrestling team and did really well in his weight class. He had done a lot of weight lifting when he was recovering from his injuries and he had stayed with it. Chuck was tall and skinny. He tried out for basketball but he liked track better and he became a fairly high rated cross country runner.

Anyway, the four of us hung out together through out high school. There’s a picture in our senior annual showing the four of us – Chuck, Gene, Kenny, and Gary (That’s me) – The Four Musketeers, Always Inseparable. We did almost everything together. We even got summer jobs with the same construction company.

Kenny’s folks built a pool in their back yard. When Kenny’s folks were away we all skinny dipped together. We’d seen each other naked in the school showers lots of times, so being naked and swimming together was no big deal. We thought it would be great fun if our girlfriends would skinny dip too, but we knew that would never happen.

Skinny dipping and being naked with other guys was no big deal until one afternoon when we started playing grab ass with each other. Gene and Kenny started wrestling. Chuck and I cheered them on. Kenny held his own for a long time but Gene finally pinned him. Gene was lying on top of Kenny when he pinned him. Gene rolled off Kenny and they lay there on their backs, laughing and panting.

Both of them had big hard erections. I looked over at Chuck. He was staring at their hard dicks and stroking his own. Gene pushed himself up on his elbows. He saw Chuck then he looked down at his own hard dick. He immediately rolled over onto his stomach. Kenny watched Chuck then he began to rub his own hard-on.

Chuck got on his knees beside Kenny. They got into a serious jack off session. Chuck starting panting and grunting. Kenny laughed as Chuck blew his load onto Kenny’s stomach. Chuck sat back on his heels as Kenny beat his meat and blew his load. Gene crawled over next to Kenny. He began to jerk his dick and soon his cum joined Kenny’s and Chuck’s on Kenny’s stomach.

The three of them looked at me. I was standing by Kenny’s feet. “Come on, Gary, let’s see you jack off.” Kenny spread his feet apart. I got on my knees between his legs and began to stroke my cock. The three of them watched as I jacked off and shot a stream of cum that landed on Kenny’s chest. He had pushed himself up on his elbows. He still had a hard-on. All three watched as I pumped the rest of my load onto it.

I took my hand off my dick. All of us were silent. I think we were all embarrassed. I know I was. Beating your meat and jacking off was done in private. Kenny was still reclining on his elbows. He looked at the cum spattered all over his stomach and chest and he started laughing. “Jeez, that was great!” Then he got and ran over and jumped into the pool. We all followed him. The cool water took care of the hard-ons.

Several days later when we were leaving work, Kenny asked me if I would stop by his house on my way home. I said “Sure,” and followed him across town.

Once we were in the house, Kenny offered me a brew. We sat at the kitchen table as we popped the tabs. Kenny took a sip then he turned the can in his hands. He looked at me. He looked a little uncomfortable. “Could I ask you a really big favor?”

“How big?” I thought he might want me to set him up with Gayle or one bayburt escort of Lana’s other girl friends.

“Uhh, I, uhh, er, I uhh.” Kenny swallowed a big gulp of beer. “Uhh, I really liked it when you dropped your load on my dick and nuts. Would you do it again?”

I stared at him then I thought about all of us watching each other jack off. I had to admit to myself that I liked watching each of my buddies beat their meat. And I got a nasty thrill when they watched as I beat mine. Kenny was staring back at me. I took a long drink from the can, “Sure.”

Kenny grinned and drained his beer. “On. wow! Great!” He set his empty can on the table and stood up. I followed him through the house to his room. He closed and locked the door as soon as we were inside. Kenny started undressing. He was naked before I could get all my clothes off. He spread a towel on the carpet then lay on it on his back. He spread his feet apart.

I stepped between them and looked down at him. His soft dick flopped over on his thigh. His dick and nuts rested in a mass of sandy brown curls. We worked without shirts a lot and the tan on his chest and shoulders contrasted with his white crotch, thighs and legs.

I got on my knees between his legs. I took my soft dick in my hand and began to roll it and pump it. It began to fill my hand. Kenny never touched his dick but he was getting a hard-on as he watched me jerk my meat. It didn’t take long. “Here it comes, buddy.”

Kenny was panting as hard as I was, “O.K.”

I pointed my cock down at the root of his dick and shot a big wad onto his nuts. Kenny gasped, “Oh, yeah!” as I painted the underbelly of his erect dick with cum. I squeezed the last drops onto his dick then, for what ever reason, I wiped my dick head with the fingers on my other hand and then I licked them clean. I stood up and began to get dressed.

Kenny grinned at me, “Thanks, buddy.” He had smeared my cum all over his dick shaft and he was jacking off as I left the room.

Dumping my load on Kenny became a fairly regular thing. Several times we changed positions. After I painted his dick and nuts, I’d lay down and he would jack off over me and paint mine. The warm cum dropping on my skin did feel pretty good.

One afternoon Kenny wanted to compare dicks. We stroked ourselves until we were both fully erect then we faced each other while standing in front of the mirror on the dresser in Kenny’s room. Kenny looked longer. He slid his dick next to mine until his dick head touched my pubic hair. He pressed our dicks together. His looked to be about two inches longer than mine, but mine looked thicker.

He released our dicks. I was sort of shaky. I’d never let anyone touch my dick before. Lana and I had never gotten that far on any of our dates. Kenny opened a drawer in the dresser and took out a cloth tape measure. “Let me measure you dick.” He got down on his knees in front of me. “Hold your dick straight up.” I held it straight up while he put on end of the tape against the cock root at my nut sac. He stretched the tape to the tip. “Looks like seven and a half inches or a tad more.” Kenny moved the tape and I dropped my dick. He looked at it as it flopped and swung in front of his face. Kenny stood up and handed me the tape, “Measure mine.”

He was holding his dick upright as I got on my knees. I’d never touched another guy’s dick and nuts before. I put the end of the tape against the skin of his nut sac at the root of his hard dick. I pressed the end of the tape against his skin and stretched it up to the tip, “Nine solid inches, Kenny.” He grinned down at me as he dropped his dick. I rolled up the tape as his dick swung in front of my face. I looked at it and wondered what a dick would taste like. I wondered if I could even suck a dick. I handed the tape to Kenny as I stood up.

“Boy, Gary, we’ve got a couple of nice dicks that could give some girls some fun.”

“Yeah, if we had some girls right now.”

Kenny put his arm around my shoulders and he took my dick in his other hand. “Let me jack you off.” He steered me back to his bed and I sat down on the edge. He sat beside me and began to stroke me off. It did feel good. His hand felt much different then mine. I lay back. It didn’t take long before I was shooting cum onto my stomach. “How was that?”

I sat up, “Pretty good. Lay down and I’ll do you.” Kenny lay back and I put my hand on his dick. It felt warm and smooth. I closed my fingers around the shaft and began to gently pump. I used some of his pre-cum to lube my fingers. His dick felt good in my hand. Kenny came as quickly as I had cum. I held his dick until he stopped shooting his load. I used tissue to clean of my hand and wipe my cum off my stomach and dick.

Every time we got together after work we gave each other a hand job.

One afternoon a severe storm blew in. The lightning and wind were so bad that the construction job was bartın escort shut down. We went to Kenny’s house. His folks worked late almost every day so we were pretty sure we’d have the place to ourselves all afternoon.

Kenny got out the usual two beers. “Want to watch a porn flick?”

“Sure.”

I followed him into the den. “I’ll be right back.” He returned in a couple of minutes with a tape cassette that he pushed into the VCR. We got comfortable on the couch as the tape began to play. It was three guys and two girls on a bed. One girl was getting fucked as she sucked a dick. The other girl was sucking the third guy’s dick as he ate her pussy.

We watched as they changed partners and positions several times in various combinations of sucking and fucking. Kenny opened his fly and began to stroke his dick. Mine was so hard it ached in the confines of my shorts and pants. I unbuttoned the waistband and unzipped the fly. Soon I was matching Kenny stroke for stroke.

“I wonder what pussy tastes like?”

Kenny looked at me, “You haven’t finger fucked Lana and licked your fingers?”

“Nah, her parents hardly let her out of their sight when we’re together. We don’t even get a chance to neck, let alone really make out.” I was getting warm so I pulled my shirt tails out and unbuttoned my shirt. I wasn’t wearing a t-shirt underneath.

Kenny nodded towards the TV screen. “She knows what her pussy tastes like.” The one girl was sucking the dick of the guy who had been fucking her. The other girl was alternating between the two guys as she sucked their dicks. Kenny was staring at the screen, “I wonder what it’s like to suck a hard dick.”

He was rubbing his thumb over his dick head as he smeared pre-cum around. I looked at him as I was leaning back and enjoying stroking my dick. I had my hand slid down my dick shaft when Kenny leaned over and pushed his mouth down over my dick. His move surprised me so much that I let loose.. He continued to stroke his own dick as his lips closed around mine. I didn’t know what to do. I thought about pushing Kenny away but I also liked the feel of his mouth on my dick.

He sucked for a couple of minutes. “Let’s go to my room.” Kenny jumped up, pulled up his pants and headed for the hall then he returned and shut off the TV and VCR and popped out the cartridge. “Can’t forget this. Let’s go and get naked!” As soon as we got into his bedroom, he threw his clothes off after he locked the door. “Get your clothes off and sit on that chair!”

I quickly undressed and sat on the chair. Kenny got on his knees in front of me. He gripped my dick and jacked it several times before he put it in his mouth. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as he tightened his lips around the shaft. I thought about the two girls in the video, but when I opened my eyes, it was my best buddy who was sucking my dick.

Kenny bobbed his head up and down and he played with my nuts. He continued to jack me as he sucked and it wasn’t long before I told him I was going to cum. He held my dick straight up as my load shot into the air then fell back on his hand and my thighs.

Kenny stood up and wiped his hand on his stomach. He walked over to the dresser and leaned against it. He stroked his hard-on. He would look at his hard dick, then at me, then he would stroke it some more. I knew what Kenny wanted. He wanted me to suck his dick.

I got on my knees in front of him. I thought back to when we measured each other. I wondered then what a dick would taste like and I wondered if I would even be able to suck one. Well, I could stop wondering. I was going to taste my first dick and I could stop wondering if I would even be able to suck one. I was more than able. I really wanted to suck Kenny’s hard dick.

My hand only covered half of his nine inch dick. I thought about the girls in the video again. I remembered one of them licking the guy’s dick head and licking the shaft. I held Kenny’s dick still as I looked at the head. It was wet with pre-cum. There was a big drop right at the pee hole. I hadn’t thought about swallowing anything because I wasn’t going to let him cum in my mouth.

It was now or never. Kenny gasped as the tip on my tongue touched the head of his dick. I licked off the drop of pre-cum. It had a sort of bitter salty taste. I ran my tongue around and over the smooth skin of the head. I remembered the girl licked the bottom of the guy’s shaft so I did that before returning to the dick head.

I held Kenny’s dick in front of my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head. I looked up at Kenny. His mouth was open, his nostrils were flared and he was staring hard at me. “I’m sucking your big dick, Kenny.” He just grinned as I put his dick head in my mouth and closed my lips around it.

I held myself still as I savored the taste and feel of having another guy’s dick in my mouth. It was warm and tasted good. The head was smooth ığdır escort and sort of spongy feeling. I took it out of my mouth and ran the tip of my tongue around the rim of the head. Then I put it back in and slid my lips down the shaft until they touched the hand wrapped around his dick.

The top of the head rubbed against the roof of my mouth as it slid towards my throat. I had half of my best buddy’s dick in my mouth. It was a mouthful. A nice tasty mouthful. As I bobbed my head up and down Kenny’s dick shaft, I alternately loosened and tightened the pressure of my lips. I’d stop when I felt the rim of his dick head touch the inside of my lips, then I’d swirl my tongue around.

When I’d take his dick deep back into my mouth, I’d run the head along the inside of my cheek. I switched hands on the shaft and used my free hand to fondle his nuts. Occasionally , I’d reach down and touch my own dick, which was a hard as a rock. Kenny was wiggling and groaning and mouthing cuss words. I smiled to myself. I must be doing something right as I sucked his dick.

I thought to myself, “Gary, you ‘re naked and on your knees with a dick in your mouth and a pair of nuts in one hand. You know what that makes you, don’t you? That makes you a cocksucker. If you have a dick in your mouth and you are enjoying sucking it, you are a cocksucker, Gary.”

Well, I had a dick in my mouth and I was enjoying sucking it. I was really enjoying it. I was probably enjoying it more than Kenny who was really twitching by now. Another thought, “Your folks don’t know it, Gary, but they’ve raised a cocksucker.”

“Yes,” I thought to myself, “You’re a cocksucker, Gary, you’re now a real cocksucker.

Kenny was panting and his cock was getting harder and more rigid in my hand and mouth. I knew from my own experience that he was about to blow his load. I took him out of my mouth. Kenny grabbed his dick and pumped it two or three times, then he let out a yell as he shot a stream of cum towards the ceiling.

I sat back on my heels and watched. My neck ached and my jaw was tired but it was worth it. I’d given Kenny a pretty good blowjob and I’d enjoyed myself while doing it. Kenny was laughing, “Gawd, that was great!. Let’s do it again!”

I stood up, “Nah, I’d better get home.” I got dressed. Kenny was still leaning against the dresser with his dick in his hand and a grin on his face when I left the room.

Needless to say, hand jobs were replaced by blowjobs whenever we got together after work or on weekends. I had to tell Kenny that we had to ease off, Lana was getting touchy about all the time Kenny and I spent together. Don’t get me wrong, we ate each other’s dicks every chance we got.

And we were both becoming better at sucking cock. I liked to lick and nibble my way up and down the sides of Kenny’s nine inch dick shaft. It was better than eating corn on the cob. Kenny discovered that he liked to suck my nuts. He was very gentle and I enjoyed it. Kenny also became somewhat of a cum freak. He liked for me to stand in front of him and shoot my load onto his extended tongue. When I sucked him off, he’d shoot his load onto my chest or shoulders. Although, I let him paint my face a number of times.

We had a lot of fun 69ing. Kenny liked being on the bottom where he could easily alternate between sucking my dick and sucking my nuts. I tried to swallow as much of his dick as I could. I liked lying on our sides when we 69ed. It was comfortable and easier on the neck and shoulders. It really does get tiring kneeling over a hot dick.

The first time I let Kenny cum in my mouth was in a side 69. Usually when I felt him get ready to shoot, I’d take his dick out of my mouth and hold it. But this time, when I felt his dick become more rigid I tightened my lips around the shaft just below Kenny’s dick head. He shot his wads deep into my mouth. I could feel his cum pulsing through his dick. That was neat! After that I very rarely missed swallowing Kenny’s loads of cum. “Gary,” I thought, “You’re not only becoming a pretty good cocksucker, you’re beginning to like eating cum.”

Kenny liked the kneeling 69 better than the side by side. When I was on my knees over him, he sucked my dick and nuts and he began to play with my ass. Pretty soon he had my dick stuffed in his mouth and two or three fingers stuffed up my ass. I didn’t mind it. As a matter of fact, I sort of liked the feel of his fingers twisting and pushing into me.

I knew what was coming next as we continued our exploration into man-to-man sex. One evening after work I told Kenny I couldn’t hang out (literally), but that I had an errand to run. I drove across town to a n adult arcade. I had to show my ID to get through the front door. The place was pretty busy. Lots of men and two or three women browsing the magazines and video tapes.

I looked at the posters and pictures for the video arcade. There was something for everyone. It was the same with the rental and sale videos and the magazines. Several men brushed against me as I looked at the videos. I didn’t react and they excused themselves and moved on. One of the women asked if she could help me find a particular video. I told her, “No, thanks. I’m just browsing.” She smiled and moved away. She looked liked she had a little five o’clock shadow under her makeup.

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Scoot, pest,” Brandon growled at Ricky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go out back.”

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

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

“Aw, poor baby,” Lonnie said.

Ricky yipped at the door.

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

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

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

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

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

Lonnie opened the door and walked past a protesting Brandon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. And I love you, too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lay down on your back,” Brandon commanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The chilly air rolled off of Lake Michigan into my quiet Chicago suburb and threatened us with yet another blizzard. I could see my breath materialize before me into faint wisps of steam, yet my body was still on fire. Our track coach told us that all distance runners were required to compete in a half-marathon later that month. I had just finished a seven mile a run, and couldn’t wait to take off these sweats, despite the freezing temperatures. I told myself I hated running, and would never do it in college next year, but I actually loved the mental fight. And since I received a scholarship to run at a university in downtown Chicago, I would take advantage of it. I had wanted to move out since last September when I turned 18. I dreamed of going to Boston, far away from home, but at least my parents hate downtown Chicago, so I wouldn’t have to see them everyday.

My high school’s athletic hallway is typically packed for most of the evening, yet it was empty today; basketball season had just finished, and spring sports hadn’t started yet. I walked into the locker room and was greeted by a similar emptiness. The only sound was of one shower running in the back.

I took off my sweats, and my jockstrap and t shirt were predictably soaked with sweat. I pulled them off and sat on a bench to wrestle my wet socks off my feet. I was confident that nobody would walk in anytime soon, so I went about my business in the buff. And what if they did? I wouldn’t have cared anyway. I worked out twice a day these last two years, and was in the best shape of my life. I walked in front of a sink and looked at the sweat glistening on my washboard abdomen. “This body deserves to be shown off!” I thought sarcastically. I grabbed a towel and headed to the showers. I noticed a pile of clothes sitting at the other end of the bench, along with a familiar pair of neon green Adidas gym shoes. I smiled faintly: Parker.

The showers were divided into twenty separate stalls with curtains, and only one at the very back was running. I slowly walked towards it and crouched down. Based on the skin tone, I could tell that those feet probably belonged to Parker. Just to be sure, I asked.

“Parker?”.

“Yeah? Who’s that?” replied Parker’s voice.

I didn’t respond but instead dropped my towel, and charged through the curtain. When Parker saw this, he jumped back in the corner of the shower stall shouting obscenities… until he realized it was me. He then grabbed me by the hips and gave a dirty smile. I grabbed his firm ass and pulled myself up against his body. I was 6’4″, and he was only about 5’7″, so my hard cock rest between our abdomens, and his still soft cock slide beneath my balls.

I gave his lips a quick peck and pulled away. He leaned forward towards my face and kissed me passionately. As he pulled away, I bit his lower lip, pulled him back in and met his tongue with mine. He forced his tongue in to my mouth, and mine in his. It was a fight. Aggression turned me on, and made him go crazy.

This whole time, I could feel his cock getting hard beneath my balls. Our embrace remained close, and his dick pushed my balls up towards my body, and curved up around my ass. I had never noticed that there was a curve to his cock, but I sure felt it now. It was thicker than I remembered, too. I would guess he was about 8″ long, and proportional in width. He was half black, and it showed both in his light, caramel color, and thick, veiny cock.

I pushed my hips on his and forced him against the cool, tiled wall of the shower stall. I could tell the tile was cold. He shuddered and his back arched off the wall, pushing his hips back against mine. I savored the felling of his thick penis rubbing between my balls and against the start of my anus. He pushed me back against the wall of the shower. I hit my head against the shower head, and it hurt quite badly. We let go for a second. He could tell I was pissed and his face looked apologetic. Not apologizing for hurting me, but for potentially ruining the moment.

I stared him down for a split second: he was shorter than me, yet bulkier and more muscular. His abs, bilecik escort legs and ass weren’t quite as tone as mine, yet he was definitely stronger than me. I was lanky and tall, yet well toned with lean muscle. He was stockier and stronger. I found him incredibly sexy.

“I’m sorry,” he quickly said.

“I’m not,” I replied.

My expression of anger was subtly morphed into one of aggressive, devious lust. Parker saw this, and his frown changed similarly. I grabbed his back and he grabbed my ass. I forced myself on him with a kiss more intense, fiery, and forceful than anything I had every experienced with another person. So much energy, drive and passion were flowing between us that I truly believed we were forced together by some unspoken, physical law of intimate gravity. It was like an electric field. We tried to fight, to pull ourselves away from each other, but that only made the force stronger. Parker let out an exhausted moan. I never noticed until now how much I loved his voice. Hearing that imperfect, vulnerable sound of love and lust drove me absolutely mad for him.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. The foreplay changed from a tantalizing, forbidden dance to a prison of anticipation. I took one last look into his light brown eyes. I could never have spoken a word to Parker in my life, and still know every single secret, memory, desire and fear he has ever known, just from this one glance. I kissed the side of his muscular neck and spun him around. He hesitated. I knew he wanted to fuck me this time. But he didn’t object. Was it because he was beginning to love me, or did he simply not care enough?

I began running my 7″ cock up and down the crack on his ass. I let the hot water from the shower serve as our lubricant. Just in case, I leaned down, put a finger in ass and spit on it. I stood up and placed the tip of my throbbing head on his tight asshole. I heard him take in a deep breath, and I pushed in. My cock has never been this thick or veiny. It was so hard, that I probably could’ve smashed a diamond with it.

Parker let out a restrained shout that fell into a moan. I could tell by the quiver in his voice that he was trying to stay silent, but he couldn’t help it. I let out a groan of intense pleasure and pulled my dick back out. I put it back in and began to thrust slowly and passionately. Parker’s back arched and he pushed against the wall. I started to pump my hips vigorously and my balls slapped up against hips as our hips grinded together. He leaned his head back towards me. I had to slow, because he was bending my dick. I grabbed the side of his head and kissed him.

It was a short kiss that lasted for hours in my mind. Everything was so primal. So natural. So perfect. He put his face up against the wall and held on. I pumped my cock into his ass with a vengeance. Parker moaned a cry of part pain, part pleasure, part shear emotions. I thought I was hurting him, but then he whispered “yes!” so decisively that I continued at full force.

I could feel every ribbed inch of his anus on the head of my cock. I was overcome by the pleasure. I looked up at the fluorescent light and saw the face of God. Then I saw nothing. I moaned a noise I had never made before, and Parker did the same. I came into him with such force that I was sure he could feel the power of it through his whole body. I couldn’t move after that. I simply pulled out and leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulders as we listened to each other pant.

After a minute Parker said “your turn.”

I kissed him once softly and began to work my tongue down his muscular, wet body. I lingered for a second on his hard nipples, and glided my hands down his obliques. His cock was hard again, and I grabbed his muscular ass and licked from the bottom of his balls, up to the tip of his shaft. God, he was so big! I think I may have previously underestimated him. I put my lips around his throbbing head. I could feel his pulse on my tongue. I began to suck, making the slurping noises I hoped he enjoyed as much I did. I moved my head back and manisa escort then put his cock down into my throat. I didn’t come close to swallowing his whole cock, but he still moaned regardless. I then started to trace out little circles around the hole of his cock with my tongue. I went in for the kill, and stuck the tip of my tongue down the hole of his cock. He instantly cummed. It was almost too much to handle. I tried to swallow, and it took at least five tries to get it down. I fondled his wet balls to try and coax every last ounce out.

I was exhausted, and sat down against the wall of the shower and let the hot water run over me. Parker slid down the opposite side and we just stared at each other. With the passion out of my body, I tried to convince myself I didn’t love him. We agreed to keep the relationship purely physical when it started that weekend. I knew that wouldn’t work, but I didn’t know I would fall for him so quickly. I stared into his eyes for a minute straight. He crawled to me, put his legs over my hips and behind me as I moved forward. We hugged, and he put his head on my shoulder. I put my head on his and we sat there. And we sat. And we sat.

“Jared! Stop! Come back inside!” screamed Emily from her doorstep.

“Fuck you!” I screamed back. I saw the light in her parent’s room come on.

“Go to hell you tactless cunt!” I added, then turned around and ran down

her driveway in a drunken gait. I don’t know where I got that insult, but I do enjoy creative cursing, especially when I’m drunk. I started down the street in what I hoped was the right direction back to Sarah McLean’s party. I had texted Emily when I was at the party, and she told me to come over. She didn’t like when I partied without her, but I was so horny, I didn’t care if she found out I was drunk. So I walked the three blocks to her house and hoped to get it in without any complications. Of course, I was wrong.

A fight quickly broke out, and our three year long relationship was over. It seems like every high schooler expects to get married to their girlfriend, but I truly believed I would. Her parents even loved me! They were both born in Italy, and they loved that I was of full-blooded, Italian descent. Everything seemed perfect, but it all ended that night.

I walked down a side street in Evanston, Illinois in 40 degree weather in nothing but my dry-fit t shirt and gym shorts. I left my jacket and sweatpants in Emily’s bedroom, and wasn’t about to go back. My phone rang. The screen showed Emily’s name and a photo of her beautiful, soft, olive-skinned face and soft black hair. God, she was beautiful, and I already missed her. But I declined the call, and started crying. Maybe it was the booze, or the biting cold, but I was emotional, and I had never been an emotional or sensitive guy. It was then that I realized I was lost. It was three AM, and if a police officer found me, I would surely be arrested for underage drinking, and lose all of my scholarship offers.

That’s why I jumped in the bushes when a silver Cadillac pulled up beside me.

“Jared! It’s me, Derek. Emily called me and said you just ran off. Get in here before the cops come!”

I stumbled in the car, and Derek drove me back to Sarah’s house, where the party was starting to die down as people passed out on the floor. When I walked in, Kid Cudi was playing and I heard inebriated laughter coming from the kitchen. “Fuck everybody,” I thought to myself and walked downstairs to take a shot or two at Sarah’s basement bar. The black lights and strobes were still going as was the music, but nobody was down there except some whore from my math class who was wearing a dress that was inches from falling off. And there was this guy wearing a White Sox jersey, jeans and some stupid, neon shoes that looked radioactive under the black light. He was gaming her hardcore, and I ignored them and poured a shot of Kamchatka vodka. The whore (whose name was Kaleigh) got off the couch and puked in a trashcan. She apologized to the guy and crawled upstairs.

“Fuck it!” said mersin escort the guy. He walked over to the bar and poured himself a shot of Kamchatka. “What’s up Jared? Can you tell me why it’s so fucking hard to get some pussy tonight? Unbelievable,” said the kid before he took a double shot.

“Tell me about it. I just tried to get with my girl, and she broke up with me because I was… drunk. And sorry, I know I know you… But I can’t, uhhh… remember your name… cause drunk,” I slurred.

“Parker Thompson. We used to have study hall together.” He said.

“Ahh fuck! I remember you!” I threw my arm around his shoulder and told him how he was my best friend, because everyone else is fake as hell. None of this is true, but I didn’t know half of what I was saying. Parker laughed and agreed. “Especially girls,” I added, “They’re fake..est.”

“Amen to that!” said Parker, as we both took another shot.

We sat down on the couch and talked about how girls have been fucking us over lately. I learned that Parker just broke up with his girlfriend a few weeks ago, and has slept around with her friends to piss her off. I told him about my situation with Emily. I didn’t realize that I was laying down across the couch with my head on his lap, until he started playing with my hair. I just let it happen and continued to talk. I let my arm go to my side, and it brushed his bare ankles. I could feel his dick getting slightly hard beneath my head. I sat up and stared at him. I wanted to cuss him out and call him a pervert, but I couldn’t really think of what I wanted to say.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he blushed.

I don’t know what I was thinking, but I replied, “I’m not.”

Parker smiled and I smiled back. He advanced on me and I leaned back onto the couch. His body was lying on top of mine, and I started to get hard when I felt his chest rise and fall against mine. It was so solid, so strong. He brought his face close to mine and hesitated. He had a sharp, angular jawline, masculine features, and was very sexy, yet there was something about him that made him appear young (though I knew he was a few months older than me). We waited there, feeling each other’s breath. I stared into his eyes for a few seconds, and leaned up to kiss him.

We leaned on each other so we could walk up the two flights of stairs to Sarah’s parent’s room. Parker locked the door behind us and we started to make out, undressing each other as we worked out way to the bed. I knew her parents were out of town, but I didn’t even stop to check if anyone else was in the room. I didn’t care. We left the lights off as we climbed on their bed. We both stood on our knees on the bed, kissing each other in the dark. I felt his thick biceps, his strong abs and his smooth, muscular back, and I loved every inch of it. We hopped off the bed and I bent him over the mattress. I knelt down and began to lick his asshole. I started with one finger, and heard him wince. Once he got comfortable I put in two, then three fingers. I could tell it was weird for him, but he was starting to enjoy it. Finally, I spit on my dick and slowly, carefully slide it in. I heard Parker sob a little. Maybe it was from the pain, or maybe from all of the emotions he was experiencing now. I could tell this was uncharted territory for us both, but I pushed on.

I grunted, and he moaned. I kept working my dick back and forth. I was starting to get used to it. We changed position and I sat on the bed; he sat on my dick. He took control and moved himself up and down with my help. I cried out ‘yes!’, and he reached his hand back and grabbed my shoulder. I could feel my climax coming on. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the adventure of something completely different than anything I’ve ever experienced, but I have never experienced an orgasm like it in my life, not even with Emily.

I loved Emily. I truly did, and I knew I would for a long time. At this point I felt nothing for Parker. He was just breakup sex; a rebound, albeit my first gay experience. I still considered myself straight. I justified it because I was drunk, and he was the only man I had ever had any attraction to. But when I saw Parker laying next to me naked in the morning, I knew I couldn’t let this be a one time ordeal. I would have to tell him when he woke up that we couldn’t let this relationship get emotional; it was only about the sex, not the love. Until then, I put my arm over his pecs, and fell asleep again on his chest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. Why don’t you come in?”

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