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*****Connor******

I’ve always been average. Since the day I was born that is all I’ve ever known. But I guess I should explain and why I stated that about myself.

My name is Connor Riddly. I am 5’9″ and barely 150 pounds. I have slim shoulders and wiry muscles so I’m not exactly a toad, just average. I have a slimmer waist at the top of sleek muscled legs and sandy blonde hair tops my head in waves, with olive green eyes to contrast. And I am finally at the age to be free of my family, 18.

In my family, every male on my father’s side, has a gift of sorts. I have cousins who can put thoughts into people’s heads, take the thoughts out, and some who can only hear what they are thinking.

They all seem to involve the mind, no one in the family knows why. Just that when the boys of the family reach the age of six they develop the gift automatically at the time of their birth.

But I have lived through quite a bit considering I am the first male to never develop a gift. And gifts cannot be used against those who are descendants of the line either, so I didn’t have to worry about thinking anything I wasn’t supposed to, which is a relief considering some of the more powerful talents of the family.

I live with the knowledge that my father is disappointed. When your about to turn six and surrounded by all your family and nothing happens, nothing at all, what else are you suppose to do but stuff your face with cake.

Everyone stared at me, but I didn’t want to see their faces, especially the look on my father’s face. I am the oldest of four siblings. I guess my father wanted to have at least one offspring with something to show for it.

Unfortunately the next two were girls, Briette and Germaine. Finally there is my baby brother, Markl. Markl will have his sixth birthday in two years and my dad actually has a count down clock.

I never thought I’d see someone that obsessed. But according to my mother, my grandfather wouldn’t let any of his son’s even attend school, fearing they’d be contaminated. Which explains my father never letting Markl out of his sights, since I was taught in school and I have no gift.

But I don’t have to worry about any of my family’s drama any longer. I will be on my way to college and I made sure to pick a college so far from my father that not even God will be able to find me. I can’t even imagine it.

The only let down in this whole thing is I will miss my mother. She never made me feel like a freak because she knew what it was like to be surrounded by so many gifted people and not be one of them. She actually chose to marry into that!

She said she was going to be ok, so I had to believe her. “I have lived with this family longer than you have, so don’t worry honey. Enjoy your flight” she said as I was loading the last of my luggage into the taxicab. And of course I had to promise to call when I landed and when I made it to my dorm room. With a final hug for my sisters and brother, and a small kiss for my mother, I got into the cab.

It took three changeovers, but I made it to my college of choice. I did steal myself away enough time between flights to call home to reassure my mother, as well as getting a bite to eat. And all that time I never once had to worry about any stray internal monologues entering my brain.

My cousin Vin can’t even go on subways anymore. Every time he rides in one he has every rider’s thoughts instantly. My uncle had to pick him up because he couldn’t stay upright after the onslaught. I felt bad for him. I rode with my uncle to get him, I was only ten but I still knew to be grateful for what I didn’t have.

Making it to my dorm room at last, I unceremoniously plopped on the bottom bunk. Closing my eyes for just a second, I then heard the most amazing voice ever. “That is my bed” said the stranger’s voice.

I bolted upright and had a sense of dizziness sweep over me and luckily didn’t bang my head on the frame. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know anyone claimed it yet.”

The guy actually had the nerve to laugh at my embarrassment. “What’s funny about that?”

“I was only kidding man. Didn’t think you’d get so riled up over that. I just got here too. My name bolu escort bayan is Avery.”

He seemed to look remorseful enough, so I believed him. With that cleared up I finally relented.

I stood up and offered my hand, but saw he was holding a box. “Let me help you with that. Where do you want it? Sorry again I guess. My name is Connor. Connor Riddly.”

“Thanks a lot. But you don’t have to keep apologizing for everything you know, I understand” pointing to an open floor space for the box.

He moved throughout the room glancing over everything. It wasn’t a big space, just enough room for two people to fit comfortably. In one corner by the only window, there was another desk accompanied by a dresser. Likewise where I had just vacated.

The beds were bunked up so there was some floor space, as well, in case we wanted to fit an entertainment stand, especially for the huge tv he seemed to bring out of nowhere. I realized that neither one of us had anyone helping us to unload, so I volunteered to help him. It seems he had to bring his whole life with him with as much stuff we carried to our room.

“Sheesh dude, why do you have so much stuff? Can’t you just visit home sometime?” I chuckled slightly because I know I definitely wouldn’t want to go home, even for a single pair of underwear.

He didn’t seem ashamed of the fact he had a lifetime’s worth of clutter now stacked in the middle of our very limited floor space.

“No man, I just hate the fact that I always forget something important so I bring everything.”

“Good plan. But I think we are gonna have a problem walking around. And I don’t want to fall over anything when I gotta pee in the morning. I’ll probably end up breaking my dick off.”

After we both got done laughing, we both had tears in our eyes and sore rib cages, but he didn’t relent, “No way would I want to hear you wailing that early in the morning about your penis. I would just hope you didn’t pass out without me knowing and I fall over you with my own morning woody.”

I couldn’t help it after that; I fell on the bed to get the stitch out of my side and he fell next to me. I think I actually stopped breathing for a moment, when I could that is, because the way he smelled was making me plump up in a very bad way.

I definitely didn’t want him to see me like this while we were so close, so rolling over fast, I prayed he wouldn’t notice why.

He never said a word so I let out the breathe I had been holding. With me looking away from him, trying to calm myself, I didn’t notice that he was sporting a slight hard on too. It wouldn’t be until later that we found that we had a mutual understanding of the world.

I never thought of myself as gay until I was in tenth grade. Yes, I had thoughts of other boys my age before that, but I thought it was a phase. It wasn’t until my best friend asked me to the dance that I was not looking forward to the event.

My best friend was, and still is a girl by the name of Bethany. Bethany was so sweet to me, that I regret not telling her sooner that I was jealous of another girl.

But as the world works, Bethany was the one who told me she already knew I was gay, that that was why she asked me to the dance. She knew I had a crush on Mason and I would never be able to go with him anyway.

For one thing, Mason was a senior and very straight considering all the girl conquests he babbled about in the hallways. For another reason, who was I, the freak of my year, to even be noticed by the hottest sports star of any year.

Most people only guessed that my family was off. They just didn’t know about what, so I got plastered with nicknames about sideshow freaks and mutations. So wrong were they about me, considering I ended up just like them, average.

Once we got ourselves under control, me still oblivious to his problem, we went about rearranging the room. And I don’t know how we managed, but everything fit perfectly. We still had plenty of floor space to move around.

We ended up moving the dressers to the corner, leaving enough room that we could bring in a couch or something and turn it into a living room set-up. We already escort bolu had the TV set up. He had also brought a dvd/vcr and plenty of movies, which he said I could watch anytime.

This is going to be awesome. As long as I can keep my dick in my pants and under control. Good luck with that I told myself while catching the fact that I was staring at his backside. But it was so beautiful, sticking out a little bit from his back and thighs that I could probably cup it perfectly in my hands.

Even the rest of him was astonishing. His silky looking hair was the color of the most beautiful midnight sky. A dark black with hints of blue and white when hit with the light at the right angle.

His face was chiseled with high cheekbones and slightly slanting eyes the color of honey. He was taller than me at over 6’2″ and probably outweighed me by thirty pounds; no doubt all muscle, worked for diligently. But his ass was the main attraction for me there even with other options coming in close second.

Continuing to think to myself about his ass, I was glad he couldn’t hear my thoughts. I don’t know where these stray thoughts were coming from, but I wanted to totally ravage him right now on the newly empty dorm floor.

“Calm down Connor, you can pull this off. Stop thinking about and staring at Avery. You are on your own now and you can’t afford distractions. You don’t want to be an even bigger failure to father if you can’t survive even one day in college.” I just kept repeating that inside my head while I too unpacked my clothes.

But he was standing so close; I could smell his delectable scent. It was like a mixture of vanilla and something musky. Was it wrong to want to roll all over him so I smelled the same way?

It seemed to take forever for us to put our clothes away. He stood at his dresser folding then rearranging his drawers over and over. I didn’t want to fool myself into thinking he was just as distracted by me as I was of him.

Maybe he just had OCD; I don’t think I really cared that much as long as he was there. The funny thing is he kept looking at me every time I bent over to get more clothes from my duffle.

*****Avery*****

What is up with me! Stop staring at him or he is gonna see you looking at his ass. Ahhh!! He keeps bending over every time I think I got myself under control. I think I’ve folded and unfolded the same pair of boxers ten times already. Just breathe and get something else to put away. What am I gonna do?

I moved here to get away from all the distractions of boys and the University has the nerve to stick me with the hottest guy here.

If I had known I would’ve brought looser clothing. How am I gonna hide my bulge when he is closer to my escape. If I could just get to the bathroom without him noticing I could take care of my problem easily.

Okay, calm down and breathe again. Nothing can be done now. Just don’t turn and he won’t see. Or, think about really old ladies with their tits hanging past their stomachs and giant hairy nipples stretched to their wrinkly pussy lips. Yeessss!! It’s working, my dick is soft.

Who knew women were so unattractive to me. Well I guess I did since I’ve been gay since I can remember.

NINE YEARS AGO:

“My best friend and I won’t possibly be separated. And he is so cute, I can’t believe that I think he is really cute. What am I gonna do?” I had no idea then that you couldn’t ask out a boy if you were a boy too. I learned my lesson fast.

After he punched me in the jaw and kicked me after I fell to the ground I knew something was wrong with me. He told me that if I ever came near him again he was going to kill me.

I ran home, the sobs barely stifled by my hands, and ran right into my mother. She took one look at the bruise forming on my cheek and gasped. She made me sit down and explain while she got an ice pack. I didn’t know whether to tell her the truth or not. My brain was so fuddled.

When I finally was calmed down enough, I told her I liked someone and they didn’t like me back. It was the closest to the truth I could make myself say. She was my mother, I didn’t want her to hate me forever when I had bolu escort no idea what was wrong with me in the first place. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking, I was just glad when she finally leaned down and kissed my head. We moved to the living room where we would start the best and worst conversation of my life.

“Avery, you know I love you, but you need to tell me what happened. I know something is wrong. I am your mother after all.” She spoke so calmly that I swallowed a few times to work up the courage and told her the story of what I had been feeling toward….Tommy.

I took a moment to peek at her from behind my hair. She wasn’t moving, she just had this glazed look on her face as if she were solving a puzzle and didn’t know how to answer it. We sat there on the couch for nearly ten minutes before I heard her sigh. When I turned and looked at her for the first time, she was smiling at me. “What! Smiling, why is she smiling at me for? Maybe she knows what’s wrong with me and it’s not serious? That has to be the reason.”

After a couple of seconds I couldn’t stand it any longer. “What have you figured out that I don’t know about? What is wrong with me? Please help me.”

I burst into another set of agonized sobs. I couldn’t quite stop myself from throwing myself at my mother who put her arms around me and gently rubbed my back. That made me cry even harder.

“Avery. Shhh. It’s alright. Nothing is wrong with you. You just get to experience the world from a different perspective. Don’t for one second think you are bad.” She rocked me slowly and hummed to calm me down. It took me nearly twice as long as it took her to accept that.

“But why do I feel this way? Can I stop it?” I pulled away from her when I thought I was under control of my feelings. She was still smiling at me so I took that as a sign of something good. I felt more relaxed looking at her smile. “Can you tell me why you are smiling?” I ask as a smile spreads over my face.

“I am smiling because I still love you no matter what and you don’t have to be afraid. About the other questions, you cannot stop who you are Avery. Every person is different. You are too. Remember your Uncle Michael? He was gay. You are a lot like him.”

“But why do I like boys better than girls. I know all the other boys are starting to look at girls really funny and I just want Tommy.”

“That is fine, as long as the other boy is like you. Tommy may not like boys so you will have to let that love go. I am sorry sweetheart that this will hurt you. Just be yourself, okay? I will always love you.”

PRESENT DAY

If only I could talk to my mother right now. She would know what to do about my major infatuation over Connor. Who I just met! I really need to get a hold of myself. Okay breathe. See nothing wrong with breathing.

Oh my God!! Is that his smell? It smells sort of like cinnamon and right before it rains. Okay breathing is not helping matters. Why did I have to breathe? Now I definitely have a hard-on, again. No way old ladies are gonna make this bad boy go down.

I shift from foot to foot hoping he doesn’t look this way anytime soon. And he has the nerve to start dancing. That is not helping. Well at least he is done unpacking his clothes maybe he will move to the other side of the room so I can sneak past him to the door.

But I guess the fates really hate me. For what do you know, he starts bumping into me every so often while picking up his now empty bags. And he doesn’t realize it either.

Whose idea was it to put the dressers next to one another, oh, MINE. How lovely.

I didn’t even think of when we have to get dressed the days to come. He’s gonna want to get dressed in the same room. Moaning under my breathe my dick gets even harder, if that’s possible, thinking about him naked. Why me?

*****Connor*****

Did he just moan? Surely I was imagining that. I hope he doesn’t mind, I was bumping into him while I got caught up in the beat in my head while unpacking.

I got all my bags picked up and stowed under our beds. Because they’re bunked, we decided to put the excess underneath.

I sit down on the bottom bunk to rest a bit and out of the corner of my eye I see Avery inching towards the door sideways. Of all the times to be average, I have to be when wondering what the most gorgeous guy ever is thinking about.

If I even had the slightest clue what he was thinking then, we would have saved ourselves a lot of torture later on.

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This story is ALMOST entirely fictional, but maybe if I had acted upon the circumstances, it could’ve resulted in something like the story that I’m presenting here. Names have been changed to preserve anonymity.

*****

When i was in tech school back in the summer of ’04, I was 28 years old and doing my clinical training at Lewis Memorial Hospital. I became very friendly with this tech there named Fred Vargas, who was much older at around 50, but took good care of himself. He was very effeminate though, but I didn’t care because he was very intelligent guy and when we weren’t busy with patients, we had alot of great conversations about all sorts of topics ranging from movies to music.

By mid July, people (my fellow students and the other techs) began to catch on that Fred and I spent alot of time together and teased me about the fact that he had some kind of crush on me, but I ignored that because we are adults and what does it matter what sexual orientation we are if we can have good conversations together? Anyway, right before the end of my clinical time there at the end of August, he took me aside into one of the rooms and told me that I was “like a son to him” and that he wanted to give me his number so that we could keep in touch and hang out together one day. People saw and whispered things but I didn’t care and took the number, not thinking much into it.

One day late in September though, I got a call from him while I was eating lunch with a friend and watching the Jets game at a bar on the West side asking me if I wanted to meet up and hang out. I told him where I was and that we could meet up for a drink after the game. He agreed and I met him at a quiet local bar near his apartment on the Upper West Side. We had a drink and chatted for a bit until we got on the topic of music and he asked me if I wanted to come up to his place to see his collection. At that moment I began to have my suspicions about his motives but agreed anyway, and we went up to his apartment which faced other buildings uptown.

His place was spotless as I figured it would be due to his fastidious nature, and I sat on his couch while he went to get us a couple of more drinks. Then he put on some old showtunes records and showed me his impressive display of records, tapes, and CDs.

He stood close behind me while i looked, and when i bent over to read the labels on the lower shelf, i could feel the heat from his body as he stood right behind me, the crotch of his pants almost touching my ass. This made me think back to an incident when I was in a hurry and I had to get by him and I practically bumped into him. He was startled and as I passed him, he slapped my ass. At the time, I was shocked, but now I felt something different, I felt somewhat submissive to him because he was older and wiser than me, and also because he was beginning to show desire for me. We were alone and nobody had to know what happened, we were both grown men, and besides, I’ve always had a deep rooted desire to be dominated and even fucked in the ass like a woman. However, I had no interest in kissing or oral sex, as I felt that those acts were just too sensual. Fred was stronger than me and could take me that way, and the alcohol was loosening my mind up to the point where I was beginning to consider the possibilities here.

I began to feel a flutteriness in my stomach as I realized what could happen, and I felt my face get hot when I felt the heat of his body as he stood behind me. Then he made like he was reaching for something above my head and he pressed his crotch into my ass and I could feel his semierection rest right in between my cheeks. I reflexively stood up quickly just because the heterosexual alarms went off in my head, but then I felt him standing right behind me and he put his hands on my hips for a second before moving me over to reach at the thing again. I thought I heard him chuckle softly, but forgot about it a minute later when I saw some music that I wanted to look at more closely.

He walked by and asked me if i wanted another drink, resting his hand on my ass as he did so which made my cock throb slightly as my stomach continued fluttering. By this point I knew what was potentially coming depending upon how far I was willing to take this. I stood there terrified but also excited, staring at the music but not paying attention to it. I felt like my knees were shaking when he came back and sure enough, when he stood behind me asking what i was looking at, he wrapped his arms around my body, pressing his crotch into the seat of my pants and resting his chin on my shoulder. Then he asked me softly in my ear “well? You’re here, how about we give it a try?”

At first I didn’t respond, frozen with apprehension and conflicted feelings, but then I steeled myself, turned around and looked him in the eye. Then I made him swear that this was completely confidential and nobody could ever know. He rolled his eyes and nodded saying “of course, you big tough straight guys gümüşhane escort have a rep to uphold” We shook on it and he smiled and nodded his head towards the bedroom, but i nervously pointed to the bathroom first and he shrugged and went in to the bedroom to wait for me. When I got to the bathroom I stared at my reflection in the mirror and convinced myself that this was what i wanted to do, submitting to Fred and letting him penetrate me was something that would fulfill a deep dark need, but I wasn’t gay. I wasn’t attracted to him or any man, I just wanted to bottom with a man who was stronger and smarter than me. Then I tried to clean up as much as I could, scrubbing my asshole with soap and water as much as possible, even pushing a finger up my ass to make sure there wasnt any mess. There was nothing and my asshole felt soft and relaxed after the thorough cleansing, and I figured that would help me later on. I took the rest of my clothes off, shaking my head in disbelief that I was even going along with this, and left them in the bathroom.

Then I walked naked through the apartment to his bedroom door which was closed. I knocked and when he said “come in” I slowly opened the door and there he was, laying on his bed naked on his side smirking at me. I felt very awkward and rolled my eyes at him, but he chuckled and raised his eyebrows at me, telling me to come over to the bed. He had a small bottle of Astroglide and a condom on the night table and just knowing what he was going to do with them made my stomach churn with apprehension.

It was warm in the room though, and the shades were closed so it felt very private and that was comforting at least. He told me to sit down on the edge of the bed and patted it, and when I did, he smiled at me and told me “I’ve wanted this to happen for a long time because I feel a connection with you. You didn’t turn your back on me or treat me differently just because of my sexual orientation…aaaannndd because you’re smart and attractive.”. He then chuckled and said “although, you don’t have much of an ass but I won’t hold that against you.” Then he asked me why I had agreed to do this with him, and I just shrugged and told him that I had always been curious but until then never had the courage to act on my fantasies. I also made sure that he understood that I wasn’t gay, just alittle bicurious and that this was going to be an isolated occurrence. Then I told him that I wouldn’t kiss him or suck his dick or get mine sucked, I just wanted receptive anal intercourse. he rolled his eyes and shook his head but sighed and nodded in agreement.

Then he asked me if I was ready to get started so I just shrugged and said “I guess so” but I felt like I could barely talk from being so nervous. He told me to follow his directions and he would do everything he could to make it pleasurable for me. Then he sat up and reached for the lube before telling me to lay down on my stomach. I took a deep breath and began to lay prone, but not before noticing his cock for the first time; it was medium sized, maybe six inches long and the same color as his skin. It was also circumcized and protruded out from a dark nest of long pubic hair which I thought look unattractive, but I just figured that he came from an era when people didn’t groom their pubes the way people did today.

Then I brought my arms above my head and rested my face away from him while I heard him crack open the Astroglide. He ran his big warm hand over my lower back and cheeks, remarking that I was kind of hairy between my balls and my asshole but they were soft hairs so it would be fine. Then I felt him grasp my asscheeks and spread them apart which made me feel so vulnerable when my asshole got it’s first exposure to the air. He softly commented that I had a nice looking anus which made me blush and mutter “thanks”. Then I felt him touch it with the pad of his finger. That made my asshole clench reflexively which got him chuckling softly and he told me to relax. He ran his finger down the crack of my ass which felt soft and pleasant and I felt my scrotum contract while my cock twitched underneath me.

I realized that I was breathing alittle more deeply because his touching and examining were actually turning me on, which was a little shocking because I never thought that as a straight man, that I could be aroused by another man. I guess the circumstances and the fact that it was Fred were the right combination. He seemed to notice and patted my ass saying “good..see?” I just nodded as he moved away and then came back with the Astroglide and he warned me that it was going to be cold and sure enough, I gasped softly as I felt the cool gooey lube splash against my asshole. My cheeks clenched for a second before relaxing and I felt the lube pool in the pit of my anus and run down around my balls. Then he took the pad of his finger and gently rubbed the lube up and down my asscrack and around the outside of my asshole before letting escort gümüşhane his finger rest in the sensitive pucker. His finger felt warm and soothing after the shock of the cool lube and he asked me if I was ok so far to which I nodded again. Then I felt him press his finger against my asshole and I held my breath as it slipped easily past the soft outer ring and stopped at the tighter inner one.

He told me to relax and exhale and as I did, he pushed against the inner ring until he pierced it’s resistance which made me gasp and grunt from the initial burning discomfort. He quietly shushed me soothingly while pushing in firmly until I felt that he was submerged in to the palm. I was breathing deeply from the intensity and he stopped moving his hand for a minute until my body began to relax. He quietly asked me if I was ok and when I nodded, he told me that he was going to “work me open” and began turning his finger around inside me which burned the walls of my asshole and I grimaced but tried to keep quiet and still. He mentioned that he was surprised that my asshole wasn’t as tight as he expected it to be, but I just shrugged and kept still. He began sawing his finger in and out which made me grunt from the friction and I could hear the wet sounds of the lube, but then he turned his palm downward and I gasped softly from the odd sensation of his finger rubbing my prostate.

It felt strange at first, but then my cock got hard underneath me because it began to feel pleasant and I couldn’t help but groan softly and thrust my hips out. He chuckled softly and kept massaging my prostate and pressing against the walls of my asshole to loosen them up. My mind was reeling from a combination of the sensations and the understanding of the present situation in that I was letting Fred Vargas finger my asshole in preparation for actual intercourse. I began to unconsciously raise and lower my hips as he fingered my ass while spreading my knees apart slightly.

I had never felt so submissive before was moaning softly and breathing deeply, and sure enough, I began to feel very relaxed from the alcohol and warm privacy of the room.

He must have noticed also because he said that I was ready for the next step. He pulled his lubed finger out of my asshole with a wet slurp and it clenched reflexively for a second before relaxing again. I took the moment to reach back and touch it just to see what felt like. It was soft, sticky, and loose and i could slip my fingertip into my anal canal with hardly any resistance. He told me not to worry, that it was fine and that we were ready to go if that was ok with me. I nodded and took a deep breath before telling him to take it easy to which he responded “ok ok” before placing a cylindrical throw-pillow under my hips. This tilted them upward which also made me feel even more exposed and vulnerable because it had the added effect of making my cheeks spread apart naturally, like I was silently presenting and offering my ass to him. Then I heard him rip open the condom followed by a pause which I assumed to be the time it took for him to roll it on his cock. Finally, I heard the sound of him slathering lube all over his shaft.

Then the bed shifted as he straddled my thighs with his knees spaced far apart so that my legs were together but not touching. I felt the warmth of his inner thighs against the back of mine and my stomach churned with apprehensive anxiety. After this moment, there was no turning back; Fred was mounting me to fuck me in the ass. Sure enough, I felt his thumb pull one of my cheeks apart and then the warm blunt glans as it nestled into the pit of my asshole. It felt huge as I held my breath and stared at the bed with the sheets in my fists. I felt him increase the pressure and within seconds, felt my outer sphincter spread open around his cockhead without much difficulty. Then he leaned forward and let go of my cheek to plant that hand on the bed so he could use the leverage. The bed shifted again as he did so and in a couple of seconds, my inner sphincter dilated which made me jolt and grunt and clench my asscheeks together for a second. He muttered through clenched teeth “ok ok almost there hold on..” and his penis finally slid past the bottleneck of my asshole and up into my rectum.

I gasped and stiffened from the initial fullness inside my rectum like I had to take a huge shit, but he just kept steady and quietly said “ok it’s ok, im in now”. My back was straight and I gripped the sheet in my trembling fists while breathing heavily and gritting my teeth from the intense pressure in my butt. He then moved his other hand to the mattress so that he was planted above me and began to push in with his hips to sink his cock deeper into my ass. I gasped and grunted and cursed softly from the fullness and stretching, but this was it, Fred was inside me now and about to have actual anal sex with me.

He pulled his hips back slowly which burned, but then plunged back gümüşhane escort bayan in all the way to the hilt because I felt his pubes tickle my asscheeks, and it forced my hips down into the cushion. Then he pulled back again and began fucking my ass in slow steady strokes which made me gasp and pant in time with his thrusts.

Getting fucked in the ass like this seemed very intimate and I felt very close to Fred then, like he was forever a part of me because we would always have this between us.

I heard him groan softly as he stroked in and out of my asshole, and now the friction was subsiding in favor of that pleasant rubbing against my prostate which sent fluttery waves of sensation through the inside of my body and tingles throughout my extremities. I raised my head and rested my weight on my shoulders while I kept my eyes closed to concentrate on the sensations. He breathlessly asked me if I was ok, and all I could do was nod and say “…oh yeah!..uh..uh..oh yeah!..uh..”

Up to this point, he was just raising and lowering his hips slowly to get me used to it, but then I guess he wanted more sensation so he started to increase the pace which meant that now he began bouncing off of my upturned ass, and I began to groan and gasp from the intensity. I felt his pubes brushing against my cheeks and his balls smack against the back of mine a few times, and he kept up the steady pace for a few moments which was impressive to me. because I would’ve been tired but i knew he was in good shape so I was in for a good hard fucking. I let my belly sag against the bed and cushion and my back arched naturally as I got pushed back and forth underneath his thrusting body, and I began to hear to moist churning sound of his cock as it plunged in and out of my asshole.

After a couple of minutes, I began to move my knees apart just to shift my position alittle, and he took the hint and sat back, pushing my knees out far apart and then placing his in between, then grabbed my hips. I felt like a woman as he began to pull me against his thrusting hips, banging against my upturned ass and fucking me deeply while I just rocked back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts and stared off into space with an unfocused gaze, letting him have his way with my ass. My asshole felt completely loose now, and he plunged in and out of it easily, grunting in his efforts, which was actually somewhat arousing due to the fact that he was enjoying taking my ass like this. For me, the submissive naughtiness and prostate stimulation were making me moan and groan like a girl, my voice jumping as he banged in and out of me. My balls dangled freely between my spread legs, and my anus was coated with the creamy mix of lube and my own rectal secretions.

The fucking he was giving me was intense, and I turned my gaze down at the bed while gasping openmouthed and gripping the comforter in my fists. He just kept his hands on my hips and pounded in and out of my ass, breathing through his nose and occasionally saying “that’s it..that’s it..” while all that i could utter was “fuck…shit…oh my god yeah!!…” through clenched teeth.

I felt sweat dripping onto my asscheeks from his face and heard them smacking against his groin, and my anus ached a bit from the intense fucking, but I still felt that pleasant sensation of his penis rubbing against my prostate and I concentrated on that. I arched my back as much as I could just because it felt nasty to do it, and in so doing, my gut sagged against the sheet and cushion.

Meanwhile, he kept up his pace, occasionally pulling my cheeks apart with his thumbs which I assumed was so that he could watch himself plunge in and out of my asshole. As he did this, I thought about how the women in my past must have felt as I did the same thing to them. Now I was playing the part of the woman, taking a cock up my ass and enjoying it. My head bobbed up and down slightly as he bounced me back and forth, and I tilted my head back and closed my eyes, hearing myself whimper from submissive pleasure.

He noticed and asked “so you this eh???” I nodded with my eyes closed and said “oh fuck yeah!!” between gasping pants, and he chuckled and moved his hands to my shoulders and began bucking into me hard which caused me to let out a barking grunt each time he buried himself to the hair. It was really intense and I let my head bob up and down while keeping my eyes shut tight and panting openmouthed. I surprised myself by blurting out “Oh yeah!…FUCK MY ASS, FRED!! FUCK MY ASS…FUCK IT!!” which got him breathlessly chuckling again.

The bed began to creak slightly, but otherwise the room was still warm and quiet except for the sounds of two grown men having sex with each other.

I had never felt such intense sensations all over my body from being penetrated; my limbs were tingling, my skin alternated between hot and cool and it had a light sheen of sweat, I felt the heat from his thighs on the back of my legs, his fingers firmly gripping my hips… and of course, his cock pistoning in and out of my rectum and anus.

I was glad that I gave in to temptation and surrendered to his advances, I just had to hopef that he knew how to keep a secret. At that moment though, my mind was focused entirely on the sounds and sensations of Frank fucking me in the ass.

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I looked in the mirror as I adjusted the knot of my tie. My light brown eyes and scruffy, college-kid beard flashed back at me. I couldn’t believe my life had really reached this point⁠– getting ready for church on a Sunday morning? Voluntarily? I’d never have imagined it back in high school.

But recently I had been feeling… confused. About my sexuality, if I was being honest, though I could barely admit it to myself. Religion seemed like the answer, a way to nip things in the bud and get back on the right path.

And I’d kind of been looking forward to going to church. It was a quiet, contemplative way to spend the morning, and the idea of hearing a thought-provoking sermon was appealing.

Intellectually I knew that religion was for chumps, but sometimes it’s nice to be a chump.

I was already wearing a tie, so all I had to do was throw on a blazer and I was set. The blazer was a little warm for the early May morning, but it felt good to look nice. I was a little concerned that it made me look younger than my 19 years, but I figured I would try to dress up a little while I was at it.

I made it out of my dorm room and jogged down the stairs before I had a chance to change my mind. I was going to church. For the first time in my life, I was a little excited about it.

—

I arrived at the church a few minutes early. It was a small parish on the edge of town, and the building was more of a sanctuary than a church. I had to walk down a few steps to get inside. There was a small podium and a large crucifix at the back of the room. On the walls were the standard tacky and useless religious posters and paintings. The whole room was dim and quiet and smelled like cinnamon and pine.

I was still early, and the place was empty. I took a seat on one of the pews and waited for the mass to start.

Not long after, I heard the faint sound of footsteps. I turned to see a young man coming down the stairs. He was wearing a black cassock with a purple stole around his neck.

I watched him get closer. He was very handsome, with dark hair and deep, brooding eyes. Everything about him was intense, from his intense gaze to his intense body. His shoulders were broad, his waist trim, his hair short and messy.

He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked around, a benign smile on his face. He was a little older than me, maybe not more than a few years, but there was no doubt that he was in charge. His entire demeanor was confident and imposing.

“Good morning!” he called out. “Welcome to Mass!”

I smiled as he approached. He was wearing a thin gold chain around his neck, with a tiny cross hanging from it.

“Thank you,” I said with a little bow of my head. “I hope I’m not too early.”

“Not at all,” he said. “You’re a little early, but I’m glad you’re here. What’s your name?”

“My name is… Marcus.”

“Marcus?” the priest said.

“Yes, sir.” I looked at him, suddenly feeling nervous. His eyes were unnerving.

“I’m Father Brennan,” he said. “It’s very nice to meet you, Marcus.”

He held out his hand, and I shook it. It was strong, but his grip wasn’t too tight. He was in control, but in a way that was gentle and kind. I liked that about him.

“So, Marcus,” he said. “You’re new to church?”

“Yes, sir,” I replied. “But I’ve been meaning to get to church more than ever lately. I… uh… I think I’m dealing with some things.”

“I understand,” Father Brennan said. “I’m here to help in any way I can.”

“Well, I don’t know if you can or not,” I said, laughing nervously.

“If you need someone to talk to, I’m here,” he said.

“I… I don’t think I want to talk about it,” I said.

Father Brennan smiled and shrugged.

“That’s fine,” he said. “But I’m sitting right there by the podium, and this is my church. If you need anything, just let me know.”

There was a pause as we looked at each other for a moment.

“Alright,” I said.

“Good.” He smiled. “I’m glad you’re here.”

He turned around and walked back to the podium, sitting on one of the stools that were behind it. He picked up his bible and began to read. It was a good sign that he was so engrossed in the book. It showed that he was interested in the service more than in making small talk or trying to get me to open up.

I looked at him for a moment more, then I turned back towards the front of the room. I felt a little more confident now that the handsome priest was around. I was here for a reason, and I wanted to hear what he had to say.

I didn’t have to wait long before the doors of the church opened. A few more parishioners walked into the room, all of them dressed up in their Sunday finest. I turned around to look at them, but they all were too busy greeting Father Brennan to notice me.

When the door was finally closed, everyone turned to face the front of the sanctuary. Father Brennan cleared his throat and began to speak.

“Good morning, brothers and sisters,” he said. “Today, we are learning more about God’s manisa escort word. We are studying the book of John. For those of you who are new, welcome to Christ Tabernacle. It’s a pleasure to have you here with us today. Let us pray.”

I knelt down and crossed myself. I couldn’t help but notice that the priest’s cassock made him look like he had a huge bulge running down the length of his leg.

I kept my eyes on the floor as the priest began the prayers. There was something about his voice that was oddly soothing, and I could feel the stress leaving my body as it entered his.

After the prayer, Father Brennan began to preach. The words were like music, like a song I’d never heard before. I’d always heard sermons, but this was different. He spoke directly to me, and I felt that he was speaking directly to me.

“John’s gospel tells us that Jesus was God’s perfect love made flesh,” he said. “And the only reason that Jesus could be God’s perfect love was because he was born of God’s perfect love. God’s love cannot be divided. It is infinite. And so, if Jesus was born of God’s perfect love, it means that he was not born of a mere man. He was also born of a woman.

“We tend to think that the birth of Jesus to Mary is an insignificant part of the gospel,” he continued. “After all, it is not a story of sex and seduction. It’s just a story of a mother and a son. But there is something very ancient and very powerful in this story. There is a kind of magic in this story.”

I leaned forward and listened closely. I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes off the bulge in the priest’s cassock. I looked at it, and I felt like I didn’t want to look away.

“The story of the birth of Jesus is not a story about a man and a woman,” Father Brennan said. “It is the story of a man and a goddess. What we know as the birth of Jesus was really the birth of Jehovah to a woman named Mary. Jesus was not a man. Jesus was a god, and he was born of a woman, by a goddess.”

The congregation nodded as he spoke. I stared at the priest as he lectured, as his eyes were ablaze with a heavenly fire. He was a prophet, a holy man, a messenger from the divine.

“God came to earth as a man, and that is because we are nothing but men,” Father Brennan said. “God is perfect, and so the only way that we could ever know God is if God were to come to us in human form. But when God came to us in human form, it was not an equal exchange. There was still a difference in power and status. God was still in control. God was still in charge.

“This is an important and often overlooked fact,” he continued. “When God came to earth in human form, we were in no way equal to him. He was an infinitely powerful god. We were little more than ants. In any true sense of the word, Jesus was never a man. He was always a god, and he has been a god for thousands of years before coming to the Earth. Only in human form was he one of us. So, when we stand in front of Jesus, we are not standing in front of a man, but a god. It is only right that we kneel.”

Father Brennan started to kneel, and everyone in the congregation followed suit. I was kneeling, too.

“We are not equal to our savior,” he said. “We are not equal to God. We are nothing more than ants in the magnificence of the universe. We are nothing but dirt in the eyes of God. And so, it is right that we kneel. For the only thing that we can do is lie prostrate before the divine. For the only thing that we can do is fall prostrate before the king. For the only thing that we can do is fall prostrate before god.”

Everyone started to fall to the floor, and it didn’t take me long to do the same. I felt something building inside of me, something that was bigger than me, something that was bigger than everything.

I was kneeling towards the front of the sanctuary, and I looked up at the priest. He was holding his bible up in front of him like a shield in front of a warrior. He was staring down the congregation, and he almost looked like he was in a trance.

Father Brennan closed his eyes tightly, and he began to recite the Lord’s Prayer in Aramaic. I didn’t know what he was doing, but I just wanted to lie there on the floor and listen to him speak. I could feel myself slipping into a trance, into a waking dream.

I could feel the slightest bit of drool coming out of my mouth. It was running down my cheek towards the floor, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be there with Father Brennan. I wanted to be with him forever.

“Our Father in heaven,” he said, reciting the prayer in Aramaic. “Holy is your name. Your kingdom comes. Your will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.”

The words were like magic, like a spell, like a fairy tale. And I believed them, even though I didn’t understand them. I believed in the magic of the Lord’s prayer.

“Give us this day our daily bread,” Father Brennan said. “And forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors.”

The words were washing over my body, and I was feeling relaxed escort manisa and relaxed and relaxed. I wanted to stay in that position for the rest of my life. I wanted to feel that trance forever.

“And lead us not into temptation,” the priest said. “But deliver us from evil. For yours is the kingdom and the power and the glory, forever and ever. Amen.”

“Amen,” we said.

I opened my eyes and looked in front of me. Father Brennan was standing up in his cassock, and he was smiling. Everyone else in the room was getting back to their feet.

“And now, I want to introduce a new member of the congregation,” Father Brennan said. “It is good to have him here with us, and it is good to have him among us.”

My stomach dropped, and my entire body froze. I was going to have to stand up in front of the entire church. I was going to have to introduce myself to everybody.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. I began to panic.

“Please help us welcome Marcus,” the priest said, pointing directly at me. “Please welcome our brother Marcus.”

I walked slowly to the front of the sanctuary, feeling like I was walking on eggshells. I was shaking, and my entire body was vibrating. I walked past the pews, and I could feel the eyes of the entire congregation on me. I felt like I was going to pass out.

I walked up to the priest, and he looked me in the eyes.

“Tell us a bit about yourself,” he smiled. “We want to learn more about you.”

I glanced at the congregation, and then I looked back at Father Brennan. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had to talk. I had to say something. I had no idea what I was going to say, but I knew that I had to say something.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m nineteen, and I go to college here in town. I’m working at a coffee shop. I like to read and write, and I like to play the guitar.”

I stopped talking, and I felt like I had nothing more to say. I wanted to keep talking, and I wanted to keep explaining myself. But I couldn’t remember anything else. And I didn’t know what else to say.

“There is nothing else?” Father Brennan asked. “There is no other form of self-expression? No other part of you that you have to offer?”

I paused, but I didn’t have an answer. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t think of anything to say.

“There is something else,” Father Brennan said. “There is something more. And you will find it. You will find it in time. And when it comes, you will be able to stand in front of this congregation.”

I nodded, and then I stared at the floor. I didn’t know what else to say.

“And I know that you will be able to stand in front of this congregation,” the priest continued. “Because the right thing will happen.”

I nodded again, and then I walked back to my seat. nobody was watching me. Everyone was facing forward, and everyone was looking forward. I was still shaking, and I was still vibrating, but it didn’t matter. I had done it. Everyone had immersed themselves in the mass, and I had been accepted for who I was.

When the mass was over, I waited for everyone to exit the church, and then I walked out of the sanctuary. I was excited and felt every moment deeply. I felt like I was sleeping and dreaming, but everything around me was real, and I could feel it. I was breathing in life, and I was breathing to the fullest. The dialects of English and the songs of the church were all running through my mind. I was a part of it all, and I was a new member of the congregation.

I walked down the steps, and I left the church without saying anything. And that was okay. I didn’t need to say anything. The doors were wide open, and the sunlight was bright outside.

—

After church, I went back to my dorm and took a long nap. Far from being exhausted from having gotten up early, I was feeling rejuvenated, and I wanted to lie in bed for a while. I was still thinking about the mass, and I was still thinking about Father Brennan. I wanted to think about him more. I wanted to think about him forever.

I woke up a few hours later, and I felt a twinge of hunger in my stomach. I wasn’t hungry for food. I was hungry for something else. I got out of bed and looked in the mirror. A burning desire, a confusing desire, was inside of me. I couldn’t articulate it but I felt its power. I needed to see Father Brennan, and I needed to see him now. I googled the phone number for the church office and called, not sure exactly what I was doing. I was just following my instinct and feeling the burning desire inside of me.

After a few rings, a woman picked up the phone. She sounded friendly and professional.

“This is Father Brennan’s office,” she said. “This is Sister Ann. How can I help you?”

I paused, and I swallowed hard. I took a deep breath, and then I closed my eyes.

“I’m Marcus,” I said. “Marcus Walker. I was at the mass this morning.”

“Yes, I remember you,” Sister Ann said. “Nice to talk to you again. Father Brennan and I were wondering if you manisa escort bayan would like to come by and chat. If you like, we can make you lunch, and we can catch up.”

“That sounds great,” I said. “That sounds amazing. I would love to come over. When should I come over?”

“How does right now sound?” Sister Ann asked. “You’re only a few minutes away, aren’t you?”

“I live on campus, but I can come over now,” I said. “I can walk over now.”

“That sounds great,” Sister Ann said. “Father Brennan will be so happy to see you again. He’s so happy to have you here at the church. This is a happy time for everybody.”

I walked over to the church, and it didn’t even feel like I was walking. I felt like I was flying. My feet were barely touching the ground, and I was feeling light as a feather. I didn’t understand what was happening, but I understood that it was all okay.

I knocked on the door to the rectory. The door was made of dark wood with old carved designs. I saw the doorknob turn, and then the door opened. Sister Ann looked into my eyes, and then she smiled.

“Come on in, Marcus,” she said. “Father Brennan is upstairs, and he’ll be pleased to see you. He’s very happy that you’re here.”

I walked into the rectory, and I gave a smile back to Sister Ann. I wasn’t sure what to do next. I was standing in a small foyer, and there were a few pictures of Jesus on the walls. I took a deep breath and walked up the stairs. I was clearly in a beautiful old building that had a lot of history.

I walked down a hallway with a gorgeous pattern of wallpaper. It looked kind of like a water color, and I felt a sense of peace. I knew that Father Brennan was waiting for me, and I knew that everything was going to be okay. I knew that Father Brennan knew exactly what to do, and I knew that I would be happy with him.

I knocked on the door to his private room, and I heard footsteps on the other side. He opened the door and welcomed me in with a smile.

“Marcus,” he said. “How wonderful to see you again. I’m glad that you were able to come over.”

“I’m glad to be here,” I said. “I’m glad that Sister Ann invited me. I didn’t know if you’d be free or not.”

“I’m always free for you,” he said. “I’m always happy to see you.”

I walked into the living room, and Sister Ann was already setting up a tray with a few slices of bread and some cheese. She smiled, and she started pouring me a glass of wine. I could see tiny particles floating in the wine, shimmering in the light like tiny red diamonds.

“You can sit down,” Sister Ann said. “You can help yourself to a glass of wine, and we’ll all eat together. I think we’re going to have a very nice visit.”

I took a bite of bread and cheese, and I looked at Father Brennan across the table. I didn’t know exactly what to say, but I knew that everything was going to be okay. There was still a burning desire inside of me, and I didn’t think I would ever feel completely satisfied, but I knew that Father Brennan was right. It would come to me, and it would happen in the right way.

“You were so inspiring this morning,” I said. “I was so glad to see you up there. I went up to you afterwards and talked to you, but I didn’t know what to do. I don’t really know what to say to you.”

“Nothing needs to be said,” Father Brennan said. “Witches have been burned for telling the truth, and here we are telling the world the truth. And the truth will set us free. The truth will release us from all of our burdens.”

“It’s so confusing,” I said. “I don’t know how it all works, but I want to know more. I want to know everything. I didn’t think I would ever feel this way.”

“You’re a brave fellow,” Father Brennan said. “You’re a good person, and you’re a good man. You’re a strong man, Marcus.”

Sister Ann handed me a glass of wine, and I took a sip from the glass. I looked at the wine, and it was a deep color with a rich taste. I felt a slight buzz in my head, and I felt a slight warmth in my body. I felt a connection to Father Brennan, and I felt a connection to Sister Ann. I suddenly loved them both with everything that was inside of me.

“I’m feeling it,” I said. “I’m feeling a connection to everything. I’m feeling a connection to you two.”

“That’s a good feeling, isn’t it?” Father Brennan asked. “And it comes from a good place.”

“It feels so good,” I said.

“Father Brennan is a great teacher,” Sister Ann said. “He’s a great teacher of the mysteries, and of the spirit. He’s been my teacher, and he’s been my friend. I couldn’t have done it without him.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I came here last year,” Sister Ann said. “to learn how to be a nun. I’m a nun now, and I’m going to start teaching next year. This is my home. This is my family. I couldn’t say it better than that.”

“Everybody has to start somewhere,” Father Brennan said. “Everybody has to learn how to take care of our temple. Our bodies are sacred. We need to be nice to our bodies, and we need to love our bodies.”

“I want to learn more,” I said. “I want to learn everything.”

“You’re the type of person who is meant to be here,” Sister Ann said. “Vehicle of light. I can tell when I see you. You’re a good man with a good heart. You’re a good soul. You’re here because you’re supposed to be here, Marcus.”

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Hi I’m Karen, and this is the story of one of the wildest nights of my life.

I was having a night in with a couple of friends, Lauren and Kelli; we had had a couple of glasses of wine and were having a girly chat.

Kelli was telling us that her brother had left a DVD in the machine at the flat they shared, she had played it and it was a film of two women wrestling. We giggled, as Kelli expanded that when one wrestler had clearly won she then proceeded to use the other woman as a sex toy, sitting on her face and riding her beaten opponent into complete submission.

“Now that’s my kind of wrestling!” I said; my two best friends knew that I was a lesbian but were still a little surprised to hear me say that.

“So have you ever wrestled then?” Lauren asked inquisitively.

“No but I’ve always liked the idea.” I said, to my two amazed friends.

“Really? And when you say that’s your kind of wrestling is that sitting or being sat on?” Kelli enquired.

“Either really but I think I would rather win, it would hurt less and would have other fringe benefits.” I said winking.

“Would you like to try wrestling with me?” Lauren asked.

This proposal stunned me slightly; I looked into her eyes to see if she meant it and she certainly seemed on the level.

“You really want to?” I asked.

“Why not, it sounds like fun.” Lauren responded.

“Does that include the forfeit at the end?” Kelli asked of Lauren, giggling as she said it.

“Let’s see when we get there.” Lauren smiled back.

Lauren stood, kicked off her shoes and looked at me beckoning me with her eyes. There was this beautiful woman in front of me, waiting to roll around on the floor with me and who was I to argue.

Lauren has short blond hair, light blue eyes, soft skin and features, all in all, very pretty. She is about 5’3″ tall and around 115 pounds. She was wearing a short black skirt, white t-shirt and black pantyhose. I just love her legs in pantyhose — my pantyhose fetish was one of my biggest weaknesses and she has the most gorgeous legs. In fact, it had been all I could to keep my hands van escort off her tonight anyway but now I was going to get the chance to paw her legitimately.

I have a size advantage over Lauren, being 5’6″ and 130 pounds. I am feminine, with shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes and whilst I am not pretty in the way that Lauren is, although I have been described on many occasions as sexy. I too was wearing a skirt, a short denim one, with a black jumper and of course black pantyhose — as always.

I rose, as soon as I did Lauren lunged at me, we struggled and fell to the floor in a heap. We tussled on the floor for a couple of minutes I had an obvious advantage but she resisted and I found it difficult to get control. Finally I managed to pin her on her back; I sat astride her pinning her to the rug with all of my weight. I motioned as if to move forward to sit on her face, stopping before I got there.

“Do you submit?” I asked mockingly. Before she could answer and again to my huge surprise, Kelli leaned forward and said to Lauren.

“Tag me!”

My two friends touched hands and before I could react, Kelli had jumped on my back, knocking me off Lauren and wrapping her legs around me in a scissor hold, grabbing two hands full of my hair pulling my head back at the same time. I winced in pain, as Kelli caught me off guard. She had a tight grip on my hair and squeezed as hard as she could with her legs. I was in a fair amount of pain and it was clear that Kelli was taking this quite seriously.

Kelli is again smaller than me; a similar size to Lauren, the most obvious difference in their stature is that whilst Lauren has small pert breasts, Kelli is much better endowed. She has long black hair, dark brown eyes and tanned skin. If Lauren is described as pretty and I as sexy, then Kelli would be described as stunning, she really does have stand out good looks. She was wearing, a tight fitting dark grey vest top, a short grey plaid skirt and black pantyhose.

I struggled to get out of the hold that I was in but after a short time my strength advantage told escort van and I managed to get on top of Kelli, my relief was short lived because as soon as I got the upper hand they girls tagged again. With Lauren pouncing on me and I was again the captive of fresh, energetic and keen adversary. This cycle went on for about 20 minutes, as the girls tag-teamed me, with it becoming harder to fight my way free each time. Eventually they gave up any pretence that this was still a contest and started tagging in and out whilst they had control. The wrestling was sane and we were not out to hurt one another but in over 30 minutes of wrestling all I had succeeding in doing was pinning the girls to the mat for a few seconds at a time, whilst I had been on the receiving end of masses of headlocks, I had my arms and legs pulled every which way and legs wrapped round my head or body squeezing the life out of me. I was sitting on the carpet, exhausted with Lauren’s legs scissored around my waist, constricting the remaining energy out of me, with he arm pushed up behind my back, it was uncomfortable to say the least. Lauren reached out and tagged Kelli again. If I thought I was in trouble now then things would get worse, as Kelli had been the more brutal of the two throughout and I was past the point of resistance.

Before Kelli could get to me I yelled my submission, imploring my two friends that I couldn’t go on.

“OK, but you know what happens to losers in this game.” Kelli said.

I though for a moment she was joking, in a matter of seconds I realised she wasn’t. As Lauren released me Kelli grabbed my hair forced me to the floor and dropped on top of me, quickly scooting up to come to rest seated on my face. If I thought she had been rough whilst we wrestled that’s nothing compared to her assault when it came to getting herself laid.

None of us wore panties when wearing pantyhose, so the only thing between her pussy and me was the covering of sheer nylon. I did what came naturally to me at this point and started to lick. Between me licking her clit through the rough material of her pantyhose van escort bayan and her movement back and forth as she rode my face she was starting to get hot. It took only a couple of minutes for her to reach a juddering climax although as she did so I though she was going to break my nose or jaw, such was her voracity.

Kelli rolled off and as I had expected and become only too familiar with during the wrestling I immediately had Lauren on top of me; the victim of a tag-team to the end. Lauren was a lot more delicate in her approach but no less demanding, there was no bucking but instead her thighs gripped tightly around my head keeping me face pressed hard into her pussy, as she orgasmed she grabbed my hair tightly, which hurt like hell but I wasn’t about to stop at this point, she came and once more rolled away. I was beat but at least it had come to a conclusion.

Wrong!

Once again Kelli grabbed me, she rolled me over, so I was face down and pulled my head into her crotch. Wrapping her thighs tightly around my head, I was once more in pain as she scissored my skull and the judging by the way she was gyrating her hips she was clearly up for it again, so I once again started to lick her pussy.

This time took a little longer and Lauren was obvious horny and feeling left out, she dived on my back, took my arms, folding them behind my back and sat down on my hands, I took the hint and awkward as it was I began to stroke her.

I couldn’t believe this, my two straight friends, neither of whom had never had sex with another woman had me pinned to the floor using me as a sex object. I could think of better ways of being double teamed but I wasn’t complaining.

Kelli climaxed first, releasing me as she collapsed into a quivering heap; as soon as she did Lauren took her place and within 60 seconds she had finished also.

I lay there for a few seconds not knowing what to expect but it seemed that my two friends had run out of energy. I raised my head to see Lauren flop down on the sofa next to Kelli.

“So do I get a happy ending to all of this?” I asked.

“Sorry sweetie, that’s for winners!” Kelli said.

“You’ll just have to try harder next time.” Lauren added.

Next time??? I was exhausted, fatigued, in pain and most of all utterly aroused and unfulfilled but the thought of winning and having both of them at my will…. I needed a plan!

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Note: I posted quite a short last chapter because I felt this bit needed to be on its own. I’m not quite sure why the story took this turn but I think it works so I’ve left it as first written.

This chapter features fairly mild and consensual D/s with spanking and anal plugs. If that isn’t your thing then you can skip to chapter 5 (the last one) which should be up tomorrow, and you can pick the story up there – this chapter is pretty much all play.

* * * * * *

Steve

As I finished my dinner I became aware of Dave looking at me intently. I raised my eyes to his and tried to work out what his strange expression was about. It was lust, but something else too. Nerves? Anticipation?

‘What’s up with you.’

‘I was just thinking about something.’ His expression softened a bit. ‘Babe, I need to know, before later, how virgin is your ass?’ I probably went red and looked confused at the same time. ‘I mean, you had my finger and tongue there earlier, but have you ever used anything on yourself?’

I stared at my plate before answering. I might be getting more experienced by the moment, but it still had serious attacks of embarrassment. ‘My finger.’

‘You’ve never used a dildo or plug?’

Okay, I must have been glowing by now, it certainly felt that way. ‘No.’ I answered quietly.

He took a deep breath, seeming to steady himself. ‘You can absolutely say no to me you know, I won’t mind if you aren’t comfortable with doing something.’

He stopped talking and I looked at him puzzled. ‘I thought we’d established I want you to take me. Don’t back out on me now.’

He smiled a little nervously. ‘Not that. It’s just I’ve been having an idea while we’ve been eating. You’ll need to be opened up carefully the first time else it will be uncomfortable, and I had this thought that really turns me on, and would probably do it for you too, but, well… it’s a bit kinky.’

‘As in whips and chains kinky?’ I asked, unsure what he was on about but if it involved some more playing I might well be open to his suggestions. Not anything that involved pain, but I’d had some thoughts along the bondage and submission lines when I’d pictured being on the receiving end of his cock. I just needed to find out exactly what I might be letting myself in for before I agreed.

‘No.’ he said hurriedly. ‘Well, perhaps a little, but way down the scale from that.’

I was amused by his comment. ‘I didn’t realise there was a scale. Starting at light spanking and ending up at total painslut?’

He coughed up his tea for the second time that day, and looked at me shocked. ‘You know, a half virgin really shouldn’t be saying things like that.’

I laughed. ‘I’m glad I can keep surprising you. Are you going to tell me your slightly kinky idea then?’

‘You can say no. Honestly, I won’t mind.’

I rolled my eyes. ‘Dave, I know. And if I don’t think I’ll like it or the idea scares me I will. But I won’t be able to say yes or no if you don’t tell me what you have been thinking about. I won’t think any less of you even if you do have a few kinks.’

He still looked worried, but at least he started to tell me. ‘I do use dildos and plugs, sometimes. And I have a few, in various sizes.’ He stopped for a moment to gauge my reaction. This news did not worry me, I just wished I’d known, I’d probably have tried one before now. ‘I was thinking that to get you open for later, I could use them on you. Start with the smallest and work our way up through the afternoon. I haven’t got one quite my size, but it would be less of a leap for you.’

Okay, my cock liked this idea. I failed to see what was remotely kinky about it though, really. I was starting to get hard thinking about it, and what Dave said made sense. I’d have time to get used to having something there before he took me. ‘Yes.’

‘Really?’ He looked so excited about me agreeing I wondered if I was missing something.

‘It sounds like a good idea. I’m just not getting what’s kinky, or what you get out of it.’

He went red. ‘I like the idea of having you bent over and putting them in you for starters. But you’re not getting what it will do to you, especially if you’re not used to it. You’ll be turned on all afternoon, probably hard as a rock. And I’ll be making you wait an hour before you can have the next one, and believe me you will want it well before then. And all the time I’ll know what’s up your ass and what else will be there later.’

I went to full staff when he started talking me through my afternoon. Pleasurable torture, all the time waiting for his cock to finally enter me and give me the release I will need. ‘So there’s a little bit of a control freak in you then?!’ I teased.

He looked a bit ashamed. ‘I guess so.’

I smiled. ‘That’s okay, there’s a little bit of someone who likes to be controlled in me. And what you just said gave me a massive hard-on, so it’s still a yes from me.’

He beamed. ‘You don’t think it’s weird?’

‘Probably, but it’s my kind of weird. When do we start?’

‘Oh, right afyon escort now lover. Follow me.’

It was actually hard to walk thinking about what was going to happen, given that I was so turned on right now, and he had basically told me I wasn’t going to get off for hours. And when I got to his room he started giving orders, and I wondered if it was possible to come just from a voice.

‘Strip.’ I obeyed instantly, and it didn’t exactly take long given that I was only wearing my boxers anyway. ‘Good. Now bend over and grab hold of the end of the bed. Spread your legs. No, wider.’

Maybe there was a rather larger part of me that liked being controlled than I thought, because being in that position, totally open and available to him was really doing it for me. I heard him rummaging in a drawer behind him, but when I turned my head slightly he saw me. ‘Keep your head down and eyes shut. You’re not going to see what I put in you, just feel it.’

I moaned out loud. Dear god, would I actually last an afternoon of him doing this? He hadn’t even got as far as putting anything in me yet. I flinched when I felt the cold gel against me. At least he wasn’t going to go for dry. Now that I probably would object to. I moaned when I felt his finger enter me, but it was far from unpleasant. It was a fairly quick in and out, just getting me lubricated I guessed. The next thing that pressed against me was harder, and certainly wider. Oh shit, and longer too.

I gave out one long moan as the plug entered me. It felt good though, I’d never had anything that large in me. I wasn’t expecting him to pull it out again, and fuck me with it a few times. That feeling had my dick twitching and leaking, but he didn’t keep it up for long enough that I could come.

There was a moment of silence afterwards, and I wondered what he was doing, but I wanted to obey his orders and I wasn’t going to move until he told me to. I heard him moan softly, perhaps he was just appreciating the view. ‘That should do it for now.’ he said, and gave a quick swat to my backside. I surprised myself when I moaned at that, but I kept my hands firmly holding onto the bed. I don’t know what he thought, but another slap soon sounded out around the room, quickly followed by another moan from me.

‘Oh my God.’ I heard him say, in a voice I’d never heard before. It wasn’t his controlling voice, it was just thick with lust. And I guessed he enjoyed my reaction because he started spanking me and I couldn’t control the sounds I made, and I had no idea I would like this at all, let alone so much. It probably helped that the motion of his hand against me hit the base of the plug sometimes and I felt it move inside me, and I was wriggling a little too. He must have kept the spanking up for a couple of minutes, alternating between cheeks, and me moaning the whole time. Well, I just kept on discovering things about myself today.

When he stopped it had just started to get a bit much. Maybe he knew by the sounds I was making. He gave a totally unnecessary order. ‘Stay there.’

I just waited with my head down, wondering what else he was going to do to me. I heard a click and then beeping on his phone. ‘I’ve set the alarm for one hour. When it goes off you come straight back in here and assume the position, understand.’

I nodded. I’m not sure what I could say at that point. I knew my ass cheeks were red, and my face was probably worse. I felt his hands on me, and this time they were gentle, kneading and stroking my sore ass, massaging them. He started speaking to me, and he was back closer to his normal voice.

‘You have no idea how hot you look like this, my handprints on your red ass, and that plug in you. This afternoon is going to be very frustrating for both of us, but I’m going to stick to my plan. Well, spanking you wasn’t in my plan, but I’m happy to adapt there. Come on, we’ve got films to watch. Oh, and you won’t be needing your boxers. I want you naked the rest of the day.’

As I stood up I moaned yet again. My spanked ass was a pleasant kind of sore, but as I moved the plug hit parts of my insides and sent jolts of pleasure through my body. And that was before I tried walking. I nearly fell over as I followed him through to the lounge, the feelings were so good. He just turned and grinned at me.

‘And that’s the smallest one I have. You just wait.’

When I sat down on the sofa I moaned again. I became convinced I would not last the afternoon. Dave grinned at me, and as soon as I got comfortable he said I’d need to get up and put the DVD in the machine. I glared at him, mock annoyed.

‘You just want to see my ass again.’

‘Too right. Now get over there.’ I heard him groan as I bent down to sort it out. At least I knew he was going to find this afternoon tough as well. He really enjoyed teasing me. Every time I got used to the plug and my dick started to relax he made me get up to get us drinks, or pick up the remote he had ‘accidentally’ dropped on the floor, or he’d put his hand on my cock and give afyon escort bayan it a few soft strokes until I moaned and was back at full staff. I started praying for the alarm to go off, and wondering if he’d actually set it for an hour, but the DVD player showed the time we had been watching too, and that wasn’t yet an hour.

When his phone finally started beeping, I was up off the sofa and into his room so fast he just laughed at me. By the time he wandered through, clearly still amused, I was in position and waiting eagerly. The sight of me like that though made him groan again. I couldn’t stop myself from trembling as I heard him opening the drawer again, wondering what something even larger would feel like. He came back to me and fucked me in and out with the existing plug a few times before he removed it.

I suddenly felt cold and empty, and when he pressed the new plug to my ass I pushed back, desperate to be filled again. This one he took slower, working it into me with care. And it certainly felt bigger, and better, and again, when he fucked me with it for a moment I moaned and writhed. How good was his dick going to feel?

I focussed on his words when he started talking to me. ‘You know, I was going to do you face to face like you did me, but I think this will be much better. When I get the last plug out of you I’m just going to replace it with my dick and fuck you hard and fast. You’ll be gagging for it by then. Now, I think before we go back, I should redden that ass of yours again.’

So he did, spanking me again until my moans diminished and turned more to cries. He let up after a moment, knowing it had started to move from pleasure to pain. I heard his phone beeping again and waited for the instruction to get up and join him for more of the film. He was tormenting me with his words, his plugs and the spankings, but I was hard as a rock still and the submissive side I didn’t really know was there kept coming to the fore.

And again, for the next hour, he kept me hot and bothered but didn’t let me have a release. He seemed to know exactly when I was getting relaxed and comfortable and each time made me do something to have the plug moving inside me again. And sometimes he told me to do things that were clearly for his benefit, so he could see me and keep himself turned on. He’d order me to my hands and knees in front of him so he could look at and caress my ass, and even put the occasional hand print back on it. Then it would be back to the sofa, me desperate for his next touch or word.

Towards the end of the next hour he got me on my hands and knees again, while he stroked my cheeks gently. ‘You know, the red goes pretty quick, but it looks really hot while it still is. I think I need to find my paddle.’ My head shot round to look at him, checking what he had said. ‘Would you like to try that?’ he asked. He might be in control but he was making sure I had pleasure and he didn’t push me too far or hurt me, and it made my heart swell that he would take such good care of me. I just blushed and nodded.

The alarm went off again, and I was back in his room waiting for my next treatment immediately. He still found this amusing, but was obviously enjoying it too. This time his rummaging took longer, and I heard him cross the room to look in his wardrobe. He sounded pleased and I guessed he had found the paddle. I wasn’t sure if I would like it, but I had every intention of finding out. If he’d told me he had a whip lying around I probably would have run a mile, but this idea sounded good. He ran it over my ass, not striking me but still making both of us groan.

‘First things first,’ he said, putting the paddle down in front of me. I couldn’t take my eyes off it for a moment, until I felt him loosening the plug off with a few quick motions and then removing it. I stayed with my head bowed waiting for the larger one, for a moment realising that he hadn’t told me how many of these things he had, and wondering how many hours I would be doing this for. I heard the click that I now knew was the top of the bottle of lube, and waited impatiently to feel this new torture. This time I know I winced when the plug first entered me, because he soothed my back with a hand. He went back into his caring voice.

‘It will only hurt for a moment. Relax and it will start to feel just as good as the others did. And all the time remember, you are getting more and more ready for the real thing.’

I groaned. And whether it was his soothing tones or just my body accepting, it started to feel good again as he slipped the plug inside me. It seemed to keep coming. I had no idea of the lengths or thickness of these things because he had refused to show me, but he again worked it in and out slowly, and when he finally had it all the way in and left it there I missed the movement. I knew I would be able to feel it when I moved around myself, but that wasn’t the same as having something fucking me. I guess he knew that, which was why the idea of this little game had turned him on in the escort afyon first place.

I took a deep breath as he reached back around me for the paddle, my dick still hard and me starting to accept I was moving up that mysterious scale by the moment. The first strike made me jump. It wasn’t the same as Dave’s hand on me, but it wasn’t causing me lots of pain, it was just the surprise of a new sensation. And the larger plug in my ass made the feeling a lot more intense.

‘Stay still.’ came the order. ‘Hold on tight to that bed and take your punishment.’

I wished I didn’t moan so wantonly just to the sound of his voice. It made it very clear to him how much I loved this, and perhaps when we were out of this moment the submissive in me would freak one, or both, of us out. I felt the next stroke and was more prepared, only flinching a little as the plug seemed to work its way deeper inside me. I don’t know how many times he hit me, I lost count because I was enjoying it too much. Like before, he kept going for a little while after the sounds I made changed from total pleasure to some pain. Was he just testing my boundaries, or did it do something for him too?

Again, I waited for his instruction before I moved. I’d been holding onto the bed so tight this time that I had marks in my hands from where my nails met my palm. Before he let me up he was sorting out the alarm on his phone again. I knew I had another hour, would it be two? Or three? I looked down at my hands as I stood up and noted that they weren’t that bad. He came to look at what I was and took my hands in his, gently kissing each palm before telling me to join him back in the living room. It was a really loving gesture, but his face was flushed and his eyes showed his emotion. Just what he was doing to me was obviously having one hell of an effect. I smiled at the knowledge.

This hour seemed even longer than before. I didn’t once forget that the plug was in me, but he still teased me to make sure I knew, or for his own amusement, I wasn’t quite sure. Probably after about half an hour he had me on my hands and knees in front of him again, but rather than just stroke my ass, he started to remove the plug, then pushed it back in all the way quickly. I was gasping and moaning while he continued. When I started to beg him to fuck me properly the plug was suddenly pushed back in and he sat back on the sofa, leaving me there still hoping and begging for more.

‘No.’ he said, firmly. ‘I’m not going to fuck you until you are ready. And there’s another plug to come first. And since you’re getting so demanding, I’m going to leave that one for two hours.’

I know I groaned. I didn’t want there to be something even bigger, unless it was him. Still, it did bring me up a bit sharp. He’d said he didn’t have any as big as him, so if there was still another size to come how much was he going to fill me up?

‘I will also paddle that ass of yours every half hour. Keep it nice and red and remind you who’s in charge here.’

Oh god, I moaned again. I didn’t dare look him in the eyes because my arousal at what he was doing was far too obvious as it was. His games were really exciting me, and I still had that half of my virginity to go. And over two hours before it would be either. The thought of him getting me into that position and actually taking me, I had to keep stopping myself thinking about it because it was too much of a turn on with all the other sensations going through me.

* * * * * * *

Dave

I had no idea when I had my kinky plan what it would lead to. The sight of Steve bent over waiting for me to open his virgin asshole was unbelievably erotic. I could barely concentrate on what I was doing and control the urge I had just to take him. His responses to the plugs were amazing, but the discovery he enjoyed spanking was almost too much for me to keep myself calm. I thought this afternoon would be tense and teasing but I figured it would be worse for him than for me.

Now I wasn’t sure which one of us was getting the most torment out of this. His reactions to what I was doing to him, moaning and trembling with passion, drove me nearly to the edge, and when he turned to me and begged me to fuck him, lust burning bright in his eyes, I’m not sure how I didn’t leap off the sofa and just do it.

I couldn’t quite believe how we had ended up here either. Yesterday I was waiting for him to come home so we could go out for some birthday drinks. Now he was on his hands and knees in front of me, naked and hard with one of my toys in him and his asscheeks pink from my hand and my paddle, and he was loving every moment of it. My Steve, and I really could consider him that now, was making so many of my fantasies come true I would have needed to keep pinching myself if the constant reactions in my body and dick weren’t making me very sure I was awake.

When the alarm went off for the last plug, I followed Steve closely as he rushed to my room. As every time before he was very keen to get this done, and I wasn’t exactly unwilling either. I groaned as I turned the corner and saw him gripping the end of my bed with his legs spread wide. He was beautiful, and I liked his submissive side more than I wanted to think about right now. I couldn’t imagine us playing like this every time we had sex, but it wouldn’t hurt to have some variety.

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Chapter 14: In Plain Sight

Rob had practice every morning starting the day after Christmas. The state championship match would be held at the University of Richmond on New Year’s Day. My parents surprised us by saying they wanted to come to the game to support Rob. Rob was touched and happily gave them hugs upon hearing the news.

Three days before the championship game, Rob and I went out to lunch at the deli. The deli was quiet with just a couple other people drinking coffee and eating at the counter. We sat in a booth by the window. We were eating our sandwiches talking happily. I realized that this was the first time we were out in public after people knew we were a couple, though I doubted anyone in the deli knew. We weren’t overtly sexual, and there weren’t any public displays of affection, but it felt good.

“I was thinking we’d go visit grandma on the 2nd; that is if you wanna come along…” I mentioned, putting down my sandwich. Rob put down his sandwich and grabbed the top of my hand with his.

“Of course I want to go with you Bobby.” Rob said as he gazed into my eyes. Our gaze was broken when we heard a throat clear. One of the old men at the counter got up to leave and saw Rob holding my hand and gave us a scolding look as he headed to the door. He was older, in his seventies or eighties. His brow was furrowed as he put on an old green trucker hat that had an emblem of a brand of fertilizer. Rob patted my hand a couple of times before he returned to his sandwich.

“Don’t worry about him Bobby.” Rob said after taking a sip from his drink.

“I know. I just wish people wouldn’t judge us like that.” I said before wiping my hands on a napkin. “Let’s go home Rob.”

“Let’s get some pie before we go babe.” Rob suggested and I reluctantly agreed.

We were finishing our last bites of pecan pie when the waitress came to retrieve our plates. She appeared to be in her fifties with dark hair in large curls that had a tint of gray. She was petite, maybe five foot four inches tall.

“Don’t worry about that ol’ coot. I think you two make a very handsome couple.” The waitress’ grey eyes conveyed her honesty, I read ‘Shirley’ on her name tag and we smiled and thanked her as she walked away. Rob went up to the counter and was talking to Shirley. He came back with a piece of paper and we headed to the truck.

“I’m going to try to get a part time job after football, save some money for college.” Rob said as I buckled my seat belt.

“Rob, I’m sure my dad will help you out.”

“I know Bobby, I just feel bad being dependant on your parents. It’ll be good for me anyway.” I understood how Rob felt, but couldn’t help feeling bad, maybe I’d try to get a part-time job too.

Rob wanted to rent a movie, so we headed to the store. There were quite a few people waiting in line at the vending kiosk. I missed the stores with racks of DVDs on the walls, where you could take your time and peruse in peace. I started to shiver as it seemed to take forever for everyone to pick out the movie they wanted to see. Rob unconsciously pulled me into a sideways hug and held me against his larger, warmer frame. There was a twenty-something year old guy in front of us. He had longer blonde hair down to his ears, and an earring in each ear. After he picked out his movie he smiled at us and winked as he headed off. I was still huddled against Rob as he went through the selection of movies before finally settling on an action flick. We hopped in Rob’s truck and quickly headed home to warm up and watch the movie. I was snug on the couch with my head resting on Rob’s shoulder watching the movie. I must have fallen asleep because Rob nudged me awake and we both headed to our room to go to sleep.

The following day Rob was cheery after practice.

“Coach said we had a great practice today Bobby.” Rob spoke as he closed the door behind him. “Coach gave us vouchers for the movie theater in Onancock, wanna go?”

“Sure, should be fun Rob.” I replied. I got ready to go as Rob looked on the internet to see what was playing.

“It’s only a single screen theater, but this movie looks good and starts in 45 minutes. If we leave now we should make it. In the driveway Rob quickly opened the passenger door for me before jumping in the drivers’ seat and pulling onto the road.

I bought a large popcorn and Cherry Coke for us to share before we headed into the theater. It was a matinee so it was mostly empty, just a handful of people scattered around the back of the old movie theater. We got a seat in the middle of the third row as the last preview ended. We scooted the arm rest between us up and I leaned against Rob. We shared the popcorn and drink as we watched the movie. Halfway through the movie I felt Rob rest his hand on my thigh. I put the dregs of the popcorn and soda on the ground below our seats as he started rubbing my thigh. I looked at him and saw my lust reflected in his glistening, gorgeous, green eyes as I placed my hand on his thigh.

Our bursa escort hands got more intimate and we were soon groping each other through our jeans. I was hard and leaking in my tight underwear. I felt Rob’s hardness under my grasping fingers. “Let’s get out of here.” I whispered in Rob’s ear.

“Thought you’d never ask.” He said as he eagerly jumped up and we rushed out of the theater, throwing our trash out on the way. We were in the truck driving back towards home. I was still occasionally groping him, just enough to keep him aroused, not enough to cause a wreck. I knew where we were going when he turned down a dirt road and pulled into the empty gravel parking lot of the wildlife refuge. Rob parked and turned his truck off.

Rob scooted from behind the steering wheel and was beside me on the middle of the bench seat. His lips were instantly on mine and his hand was checking my arousal through my jeans. With the heat off in the truck it was starting to get cold, but I knew Rob would keep me warm. I deepened the kiss as I fidgeted with the button and zipper on his jeans. He lifted up and I managed to get his jeans and boxers down to his knees before he sat back down. We were cramped and in awkward angles as he slid my jeans and boxer briefs down to my ankles. Our shoes were still on and kept our jeans trapped around our legs. I rubbed Rob’s beefy, hairy thighs before I was slowly stroking up and down Rob’s hard, long, thick, velvet-soft shaft as he moaned into my mouth. He was doing the same to me. I was so horny and needed to feel Rob deep inside me.

“Fuck me Rob.” I moaned when I broke our kiss.”

Rob shook his head before speaking. “Sorry babe, no lube. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I whimpered in disappointment until I got an idea. “Do what you did the first time.”

Rob pulled me back into a deep kiss. “God I love you so much Bobby.” He put one of his hands under my shirt and was tweaking my nipple which had me whimpering again before I felt his welcoming mouth on my dick.

“Oh Rob, suck it.” I moaned as he attacked my come-tube trying to quickly coax my release from me. He was twisting his other strong hand around the base of my manhood as he quickly bobbed up and down. I felt one of Rob’s fingers start tickling me around my puckered hole.

“Rob.” I groaned. “I’m gonna, you’re gonna.” I felt my seed gushing from me into Rob’s hot mouth. I was wedged against the cold fogged up window and panting. Rob tried to pull me up and shifted me into a position so he could get to my ass. I braced my arms against the window as he rubbed my release along his thick shaft before I felt a slick finger slide inside me.

I still hadn’t recovered from my orgasm and was trying to support myself as Rob slid another finger into my ass causing my dick to jump back into action. Rob was twisting and teasing my hole and had me moaning and panting pressed against the cold door of his truck.

“I need you Robbie.” I moaned as I turned my head to look at him.

“You’ve got me babe.” Rob answered as he reached for a deep kiss. I felt his large glans at my waiting hole. I held my breath and closed my eyes as he slowly pushed deep into my tight sheath. He licked my neck and began to suck on it until I started to relax.

“So hot, so tight.” Rob moaned into my skin.

“So big, so good,” came my breathy response. Rob kept sucking on my neck as he rocked long, strong strokes into me. His hand snaked back under my shirt and when he pinched my nipple I whimpered and my cock dribbled a blob of pre-come.

“Harder Rob.” I begged as I started rocking back to meet his trusts. He squeezed my torso tight to him and the only sounds that could be heard were our moans, pants, and the sloshing of my release around his jack hammering cock. Every window around the truck was completely fogged over and the truck was rich with sweat and pheromones. Rob’s strong hand engulfed my needy cock.

“Come for me Bobby.” Rob moaned into my ear before he started nibbling on my earlobe. With a few strong stokes down my shaft, my elbows gave out and I collapsed against the cold window. My face was smashed against the window as I lost it, shooting a thick white pool onto the seat below me. My sheath constricted and pulsed around Rob’s ample cock. He collapsed on top of me giving me an erratic final thrust before submerging completely. I felt his boiling hot release journey deep inside my gut. He squeezed me tight to his chest and panted in my ear.

The silence of our afterglow was broken abruptly with a solid knock on the drivers’ side window.

“Shit!” Rob exclaimed as he fumbled to pull up his pants. Adrenaline coursed through my system as I secured my own jeans. “Roll down your window Bobby.” Rob whispered. The scent of sex was rich in the truck and I knew Rob wanted it to air out a little before he rolled down his own window.

The face of a game warden came into view as Rob cranked his heavily fogged window down.

“What escort bursa brings you two here this afternoon?” The warden asked. I was nervous and shifted in my seat as I felt Rob’s juices seeping out of my ass. I also knew that the backside of my jeans was sitting in the pool I had created earlier. I started to shiver from a combination of my nerves and the cold air.

“We were going to go for a walk on the beach, just about to head home officer.” Rob said as calmly as he could.

“Looks like you never made it to the beach.” The warden spoke and Rob made an audible gulp.

“Uh, no sir, I guess we didn’t.” Rob answered, his nerves starting to show.

“Listen boys, you’re not the first couple that I’ve come across.” He chuckled before continuing. “Well it is the first time I’ve caught two guys.” He paused for a second before finishing. “I suggest you take it somewhere else next time. Now go on, get outta here.”

“Yes sir, thank you sir.” Rob said as he started the truck. When we pulled into the driveway we both looked at each other and started laughing.

“I love you Bobby.” Rob said before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

“I love you Rob.” I replied as we hopped out of the truck and headed inside.

Rob stood close behind me as we walked up the stairs. “Good thing no one saw your ass Bobby, it looks like you’ve had some fun back there.”

**

After Rob’s final practice he came home with a stack of newspapers and a DVD.

“What’s all that?” I asked as Rob plopped them on the desk.

“Coach gave us these newspapers to motivate us. Only the Eastern Shore News picked us to win, all of these others said we won’t be able to handle the speed of the other team. Coach gave me a DVD of some of their games this year and I’m going to study it.

I sat with Rob for a while. He was studying the other team’s offense. He would rewind and mutter to himself and make notes in a composition book. He was studying so intently that I decided to leave him alone. I kissed him on the top of his head and felt his short hairs on my lips and he made a grunting sound in acknowledgment before I headed downstairs.

The house was empty. Emily was at a friend’s and my parents went to celebrate the New Year with some neighbors. Rob didn’t want to go out because the big game was tomorrow, but I wanted to do something to get him to relax. He had been studying for hours. I went to the fridge and grabbed a couple of things before heading back up to drag Rob away from his studies.

“Take a break Robbie; you’ve been at it for hours.” I said as I sat on my bed letting the snack fall beside me on the bed.

“Just a couple more minutes Bobby.” Rob said. I opened up a cup of chocolate pudding, got a big spoon full and sat on the desk next to the TV. I sat there slowly eating and licking the chocolate pudding as seductively as I could. Rob’s eyes started paying more attention to me than the television. I picked up the remote and hit pause. He pushed his chair back and I sat on his lap facing him.

“Want some?” I asked as I held a spoonful of pudding in front of Rob’s mouth. He moved his head forward and slowly licked it clean.

“I’ve got whipped cream on the bed.” I drawled and got up before he could grab me and hold me. I quickly slipped out of my shirt and sweats and was standing by my bed in just my tight green boxer briefs. Rob almost tackled me on the bed and was kissing me with such passion that I lost my breath. He pulled away and slipped his shirt off before sticking his tongue back in my mouth. His tongue was ravishing my mouth, exploring every crevice. We moaned and twisted on the confines of the small bed. Rob got up to slide out of his sweats and underwear.

“Go sit back in the chair Robbie.” I suggested as I slid out of my underwear. Rob obeyed and I walked over to him shaking the can of whipped cream. I lifted his left arm and heard the can hiss as I sprayed a hefty amount of cream onto his hairy pit. I moaned as I lapped up the cream from his manly crevice. I continued my taste test and sprayed whipped cream on Rob’s nose, the hollow of his neck, both of his nipples, his belly button, before coating his hard-on with a healthy amount. I stood in front of Rob and bent down to lick the cream from his nose. I let my mouth trail down to meet his and I licked around his lips before he opened his mouth to me. I kissed him deeply letting our tongues tangle before sliding down his neck and sucking up the cream waiting in his collar bone.

“Oh Bobby.” Rob moaned as I engulfed a nipple and began teasing it with my tongue. He moaned and squirmed as I nibbled on the small hard nub with my teeth. I nibbled across his chest through his soft, curly hair until I found his other nipple. With a free hand I squeezed his freshly cleaned nipple while I licked and nibbled on the other one.

“I can’t take it any more Bobby, please.” Rob pleaded as he kept squirming in the chair. I quickly tongued the pool of whipped bursa escort bayan cream from his belly button and used my two hands to tease his nipples. I tongued the bottom of his rigid shaft and slowly worked my way to his tip. The cool whipped cream around his hot cock was a pleasant combination in my mouth. I decided I needed to taste one more area and he moaned when I pulled away. I crouched down on my knees and sprayed some cream between his luscious ass cheeks and right on to his tight pink hole. Rob groaned at the cool sensation, but quickly turned to moans when my tongue was at his door licking and nibbling my way towards my prize. The sweet cream smell mixed with Rob’s manly musk and I was lost as I stiffened my tongue and began gaining entry through the tight muscled ring.

“Bobby!” Rob panted and I pinched and squeezed his nipples. I let my tongue lick its way over Rob’s heavy sac. I opened my throat and swallowed Rob to his root, his thick pubes rested under my lips as I licked around the base of his erection. I removed my left hand from his nipple and fondled his meaty balls as I worked my way back up his cock.

“I’m going shoot in your mouth babe.” Rob moaned as I quickened my pace before Rob hardened further in my mouth. I felt the first blast shoot and ht the back of my throat. I pulled back almost gagging. The second and third spurts coated my cheek and chin as I was trying to catch my breath. I took him back in my mouth and his manly taste mixed with the remnants of the cream. I moaned as I swallowed every remaining drop. I stood up and sat back in Rob’s lap, straddling him, pulling him into a deep kiss as my hardness rubbed against his hard, furry stomach.

“Damn you’re sexy.” Rob proclaimed before he licked his release from my chin and cheek. After several minutes of passionately kissing Rob, he stood up with me still in his lap and placed me in the chair.

“Now I need some dessert.” Rob said as he sprayed whipped cream on my drooling cock. He didn’t tease; he knew exactly what he wanted. He quickly engulfed me and the sensation of his warm mouth combined with the cool cream was incredible. Rob moaned with me as his tongue circled around my head with every upstroke of his mouth. He took his warm palm and began rolling my balls in his hand.

“So good.” I moaned as his pace and suction increased. He was working his tongue around my needy dick. I bottomed out hitting his throat.

“Gonna shoot. Take it Robbie.” I tried to warn Rob of my impending undoing before my body tensed. My head fell back behind my shoulders and I unleashed my fury into Rob’s hungry moth. He swallowed quickly and I felt light kisses on my softening cock as it exited Rob’s oral embrace. Rob climbed on my lap and straddled me before giving me a slow passionate kiss.

“You are the best babe.” Rob sighed breaking our kiss. “Thanks for the study break.”

*

When Rob had finished scouting the opposing team we turned the TV to watch the ball drop. We sat and cuddled in the bottom bunk.

“I am so happy I found you Bobby. I love you so much.” Rob said at the stroke of midnight and gave me a slow sensual kiss.

“Happy New Year Robbie.” I sighed when the kiss ended. “You have my heart.”

Rob pulled me tighter to him and we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning Rob rolled over me early to get ready to meet the team and head off. I gave him a hug and wished him luck before he headed out the door. My family and I piled in my dad’s car and made the two hour drive to Robins Stadium on the campus of The University of Richmond. It was a pretty campus and I was surprised that this school was hidden, secluded from the busting of The River City. The game was a blowout and Rob was fantastic, forcing a fumble and returning it for a touchdown, having an interception, two sacks, and I lost count of the number of tackles. The Crabbers won 35-7.

We ran out on the field to celebrate. I saw Rob running up to me with his helmet in his hand. He was so handsome and I was lost in the intensity of his green eyes. His strong arms wrapped around me and he picked me up and spun around a couple times. I was dizzy, not from the spinning, but from a victorious Rob embracing me. I was engulfed in his aroma and when I felt his soft lips on mine; I was blown away, lost in the kiss. I was brought back to reality when I heard whistles, cheers, groans, and hisses and realized we were in the middle of the football field. Rob broke the embrace and gave me a nervous smile and shrugged. He slapped my ass as he ran off to the trophy presentation.

I was surprised that he had done that, but I think he was just lost in the moment. I couldn’t help but think that there wouldn’t have been any moans or hisses if Rob had been kissing a cheerleader. I walked over to the rest of the fans who were watching the trophy presentation. My dad came up to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder.

“I’m very proud of you Bobby. Don’t worry about what other people think of you. Just stay the good person you are and do what you feel is right.” I stood with my family and the fans as we watched our team claim the championship trophy. Rob was named MVP and our little section roared with approval. I couldn’t have been prouder of Rob, he deserved the MVP accolades.

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Karl held one arm wrapped around his waist, and Francesco had no choice but to keep him by the shoulders in turn. It was the only way for him to walk for now with that fucked up ankle. He ground his teeth, not wanting to let it show that it hurt.

“Mouse,” Karl called.

They were walking in front, so everyone was forced to move at their own pace. That was more reason for Francesco to feel like a useless piece of shit.

“What?” Mouse asked.

“You’ll have to take a look at Cesco’s ankle once we get to our new base.”

“Sure.” The redhead kept his voice even, not letting any emotion show, and Francesco couldn’t help wondering what he was thinking.

Most probably that he was a stupid retard who got fucked because couldn’t hold his own. Anything Mouse thought of him now, he deserved it.

“Does it hurt badly?” Karl asked in a much softer tone.

Francesco grimaced. “Stop pretending that you care, asshole.”

“Fine, if you’re such a bitch.”

Karl had to know by now how grating that word was for him.

“I’ll have to carry you again.”

Francesco wanted to protest but he could tell the others weren’t happy about moving so slowly. There were murmurs and looks back, and everyone feared another attack. So, he said nothing as Karl hiked him over one shoulder and patted his ass. When he had been unconscious, Karl must have done the same thing. Just how strong was that fucker? He still had room to grow, but he wasn’t some skinny fuck.

***

He was exempted from the duty of putting together their shelters, so Francesco wandered off to the river, where he found a ledge to rest on. He pulled off his sneaker and winced at the size of his swollen ankle.

“Hey,” someone called softly.

He raised his eyes to see Mouse coming toward him. He quickly looked away. “Keep your pity for someone who cares.”

The redhead came closer and sat by his side. “What happened?”

Francesco hanged his head low. “What do you think?” he spat. “Just what you warned me of. Karl fucked my ass.”

For a few moments, Mouse said nothing. Francesco whimpered when smooth hands rested on his injured ankle. He didn’t say a thing while Mouse examined it.

“Is it broken?” he asked, fearing the answer.

His eyes met Mouse’s magnetic gaze.

“Karl took nothing from you, okay?”

Francesco blinked. The last thing he needed was to cry in front of Mouse.

“You’re not less of a man or whatever.” Mouse leaned forward and pressed their lips together.

Francesco let himself drown into the kiss. Mouse’s mouth was as sweet as ever, and this time, he dared using his tongue, too. A sharp pain coursed through his leg and he let go of Mouse’s mouth to cry out.

Mouse laughed. Francesco blinked. His ankle hurt considerably less. kars escort He could even move it, so he began laughing, too. “What the hell, Ahab? What did you do?”

“Fixed you a little. Good thing it wasn’t broken.” His eyes shadowed. “Did Karl -“

“No,” Francesco said. “That was my own stupidity.”

“All right. It will heal.”

They sat like that in silence. Their eyes met again, and Mouse’s smile turned languid like his eyes. Francesco watched as Mouse licked his lips and then bit on the bottom fat one.

“I can fix you in other ways, too,” the redhead whispered.

Francesco gulped. “Like what?”

“Like this.” Mouse reached for his crotch and opened his fly.

Francesco said nothing. His breath caught, and his eyes rolled in his head as Mouse got between his legs and took his cock in like it was some lollipop. Those clients that the redhead had talked about had been lucky mofos. Mouse’s mouth was awesome on him, licking the glans and savoring it like it was a delicious desert.

He kept one hand on the ground for balance but used the other to caress Mouse’s hair. “Your mouth is wonderful, you beautiful cocksucker,” he said softly.

It looked like the praise was enough motivation for Mouse, because the next thing, Francesco felt his cock going all the way in. That was some awesome deepthroating. When he had been fucked before, Francesco had only taken it up the ass; he had never sucked off a dude, but looking at Mouse made him hungry for cock.

He slurped and swallowed Francesco’s sword like it was nothing. Time and time again, he pulled back until the cock head sat on his tongue, allowing Francesco to see. Then, he went at it once more, making Francesco grunt each time the tip of his cock met resistance in the back of Mouse’s throat. He couldn’t understand how the other boy wasn’t chocking or gagging. That made him an expert, and all the more reason to impress anyone who had the chance to have his cock polished and swallowed like that.

Francesco began bucking his hips slightly. “Sorry, man, I think I’m gonna jizz,” he said breathlessly.

It was a feeling like no other to shoot inside the guy’s throat. Girls had given him head, but it had never been like this. Although, all those times, while watching them, he had come while imagining he was the one sucking on a cock and milking it dry.

Mouse’s eyes were shiny and there was a bit of cum on his lips when he stood. “Does it feel better?” he asked with a smile.

Francesco looked up at him. The way Mouse stood in the sun like that, he looked like a beautiful savage, part of that place. “You have a little -” he gestured.

Mouse licked his lips. “Yours is fucking amazing, Kekko. And I know what I’m saying.”

Francesco chuckled. kars escort bayan “You’re such a fucking perv. But is it the best you ever had?”

Mouse shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ll need to taste it properly next time.”

“Taste it? Next time?”

Mouse leaned and brushed his hair away from his forehead. “Don’t pretend to be slow, Kekko. You know what I’m talking about.”

Francesco sighed. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to put Mouse in danger, too. “Karl, he might get funny if he learns about it.”

Mouse grinned. “Let me worry about that.”

Like it was enough to say that guy’s name to summon him, Karl walked toward them through the bushes. “How is Cesco’s ankle?” he asked curtly while eyeing both of them with suspicious eyes.

“Much better now,” Mouse replied.

“Cesco, go join the others. I need to have a word with Mouse.”

Karl didn’t take his eyes off Mouse for one moment as he talked, and that was enough to make him worry.

“What? Do you two have secrets?” He tried to play the brave.

“Cesco, don’t make me repeat myself,” Karl warned.

“Don’t worry,” Mouse intervened. “He needs me,” he added with a big smile and stared at Karl without blinking.

Mouse was a clever guy. He had said before that he wouldn’t go against Karl. But now he acted like he had balls of steel.

“I can bring Leon,” Francesco said in a wary voice.

Finally, Karl turned to look at him. “I’m your husband. Is this the way to treat me?”

Francesco clenched his jaw. The fucker liked to joke around. Too bad his face told him Karl wasn’t joking at all.

Mouse touched his shoulder. “I’ll be fine. We’ll talk later.”

“Like hell,” Karl protested. “You better stay away from Cesco or -“

“Or what?” Mouse challenged Karl.

Both boys had their fists tight and staring at each other like bulls in an arena. Karl was the first to back down, much to Francesco’s surprise.

“If you two are not back in ten, I’m sending Leon for you,” he said.

“Yeah, yeah.” Karl waved to make him go away.

He began walking, amazed at how considerably less his ankle hurt now. But, as soon as a large bush appeared in his way, he hid behind it so that he could listen to the conversation between Karl and Mouse.

“What the fuck, slut?” Karl hissed the moment he thought Francesco was out of earshot. “I sent you to take care of his ankle, not his dick.”

Mouse snorted and crossed his arms. “Someone has to. I doubt you know what to do with it.”

“Ha! For your information, I made Cesco cum like a hose from the first time.”

“Like I can believe that shit,” Mouse retorted. “Don’t tell me you touched his cock.”

“I didn’t have to. He liked having his ass pounded so much that he escort kars came without touching himself.”

Francesco bit his lips hard enough to draw blood. The fucker was right; he was an ass-slut. Good thing Mouse didn’t believe that asshole Karl. He would think a lot less of him if he knew the truth.

“Well, I don’t care, Karl,” Mouse said. “Cesco’s not yours.”

“What were you doing with him when I came? Making doe eyes at him?”

Mouse laughed. “Yeah, right.” He moved closer to Karl and breathed in his face. “This is how Francesco smells like. Do you like it?”

Karl took a step back. “Fucking whore,” he said through his teeth.

Francesco was in wonder that Mouse was still standing.

“Say whatever you want. I’ve heard much worse. So, you’re fucking Francesco’s ass. I don’t give a damn. He likes it better with me because he can be a man.”

Karl laughed. “Yeah, right. No. He likes to have his boy pussy pounded like there’s no tomorrow. I’m the guy who popped his cherry. He’s in love with me.”

Francesco could barely keep from jumping from his hiding place and punching the asshole in the face. He had never heard a more delusional thing in his life.

“You think you popped his cherry?” Mouse snorted. “Hmm, nope. Francesco got fucked before.”

“Are you hard in the head? Did all the cum you swallowed like a thirsty bitch drown your brain or something?”

“Oh, Karl, so creative with your insults. Francesco had more than one cock before coming here. I know it for a fact. And just like before, he doesn’t like it any better now.”

That was the only thing Mouse was wrong about. It meant that at least that secret was safe. How could the redhead know so much? He decided that he needed to hurry back if he didn’t want Karl to realize he had been eavesdropping.

***

Francesco watched with envy as Leon was all over Ollie, kissing him and humping against him slightly. Those two really didn’t care about having an audience, and Leon’s appetite for his petite boyfriend appeared to be insatiable.

They had just had dinner, mostly berries and a few roots that Mouse had roasted over the fire. So now they enjoyed the last bit of warmth before heading to bed. Even though the island was lush with greenery and the climate was mild, the nights could be a bit chillier than they were accustomed to.

“Stop staring at Leon and his wife,” Karl whispered at him through his teeth.

Francesco could tell the fucker was seething with rage and had a hunch why. Sooner or later, Karl would show his true colors. The only thing to hope for was to have Leon close so that he could escape from the asshole’s hands alive.

He moved toward their improvised tent. This time, the boys had worked hard to create better shelters, so they had something akin to walls on three sides. Francesco knew Karl was right behind him but walked as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“When was the first time you got fucked?” Karl spat the moment they were inside.

Francesco shrugged. “You should know. You were there.”

tbc

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My hometown’s bath house had a monthly black out party. A room totally devoid of light where anyone can walk in and play. It is the ultimate in anonymous sex. I had never attended, mostly because my schedule never aligned. So, my visit tonight was a first.

The Club has a dark room, or a few dark rooms, where the light was always dim but once your eyes adjusted you could see well. These dark rooms were my favorite places. Anybody in a dark room was there to hook up. Often no words were spoken and glance, a touch followed by body contact and within minutes somebody was sucking a cock.

The sounds in the room, usually heard over the loud dance music, were the sounds of hot sex. Slurping, slapping, hips against asses. The sound alone was enough to get me hard. I adored walking in, smelling and hearing men having an intensely good time. Lean against a wall, stand nest to a guy, reach a hand out under their towel and feel them respond was a super thrill. Sometimes they would lean in for a very hot, wet kiss. That always sent me into bottom slut mode.

But a black out is an absence of light. It was total anonymity, total chance to hook up without body type, age, size or racial stereotypes hindering who you met, who you sucked, who sucked you or who you bent over and got fucked by. It is the ultimate gay surrender to the most hedonistic impulses of men. Find a hole, fill a hole.

Craving this night for a long time, my nerves were on end. There are certain types I would never usually associate with. Heavily tattooed men, overly large men (thought I am no model of sculpted abs) and others. Tonight, all those self-imposed rules were laid aside. I was going to surrender to bodies and hard cocks.

I am a bottom, like most who visit bath houses. I adore being kissed and then feel his hands gently urge my face to their groin. His hands on my head as he guides me in the ways my mouth can please his cock is so much more exciting. Letting him know, without words, that I am eagerly going to try and please him in ways he prefers is what I enjoy. When I get a top who picks up on those signals and takes control — Oh my. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him.

I got my key, get naked in the locker room, wrapped my towel around me. The locker keys are on elastic loops so you can wear them, so you don’t loose them when your being used. I like to wear my key like a cock ring. If I am lucky enough to get fucked the key jingles a bit and its fun. I put my key on and headed out.

Normally the corridors are dim but not dark. Tonight, there is only one dim light for the entire hallway it is at the end farthest from the dark rooms, where the actual black out happens. I pulled my towel off as I walked down the hall, the sense of being nude in a public place never gets old. As I approach the room it is becoming increasingly difficult to make out any details. I began feeling the wall to be sure I don’t walk into anything. My hands brush over cloth. The bath house staff covered the glass block window into the dark room. It was going to be a true black out — no light.

I found the curtain covering the entrance and went in. It was warm, all the bodies niğde escort in the room were heating the space. It was utterly black. No hint of light at all. My hands reached out to feel, like a naked blind man, I had to work by feel and sound. I moved toward where I think the middle of the room is and where I heard the sounds of sex.

A few steps in my hand founds a shoulder. I run my hand down the arm. His hand finds me, runs down my torso and finds my hard cock. I do the same with him. Another body bumps into me from behind. I feel a hard cock brush my left ass cheek. My entire body is now alive, sensitive to any touch.

I turn to the man who is holding my cock and pull him into me and begin to kiss his neck as my hands explore him. He is a black man. I can smell and taste him, a scent and flavor I simply adore. He is about my height. He seems to be an average build, a bit of a guy but just normal for guys over 35. I leaned in hoping for a kiss his face but his face is gone. Then I feel wet lips engulf my cock. I moan at the surprising sensation. I push my hips out slightly. I can’t see the mouth sucking me. My senses seem heightened since I can’t see. I switch into top mode (which I can do with ease) and being to slowly fuck his face, long slow thrusts, making sure I don’t choke him.

A hand brushes my hip and stops. I started a bit when I felt the touch but enjoyed how it felt. That same hand then cupped my ass cheek, squeezed it a bit. Another hand cupped my other ass cheek, though I wasn’t sure, it felt like both hands were from one person. I pressed my hips back into his hands, hoping he would grope me further.

The mouth on my cock was becoming more intense, he wanted my cum. It was way to early for that. I put my hands on his shoulders and urged him to stand, which he did, reluctantly. I bent at the waist to take his cock in my mouth, and to indicate to the man fondling me he was free to use my ass if he wanted. I took the cock in front of me into my mouth. He was slightly larger than average, and he smelled intoxicating. The hands on my ass gripped me a few more time then gave them a parting pat and left.

Cool washes of air into the room told me people were coming and going but it felt like the room was getting busier. I was bumped into several times as I was sucking his cock. Nobody apologized, honestly, I don’t think I heard anybody speak at all. It seemed the protocol to not speak, adding to total anonymity of the room. If I were to meet the man whose cock was probing my throat tomorrow, I would not recognize him.

Other men’s hands ran down my back frequently. Petting me as it must have been apparent what I was doing. One hand ran down my back, to my hips. He second hand took my other hip and I feel his cock against me. I moaned at that sensation. I have no idea of the guy using my face even knew another cock was probing my ass. I doubt it. Only the motion of my body would hint at what was going on behind me. I stook still, letting the man in my mouth set his pace, slowly fucking my mouth, and occasionally gagging me. I never pulled off his cock though. I hope he knew that meant I niğde escort bayan was fine with being gagged by cocks.

The man behind me began to hump my ass. His cock sliding up and down my crack. It was such a tease. Having become a bottom slut the minute I put a cock in my mouth I craved that cock in my ass. I tried to move so his cock would be against my hole but the man behind me just refused to be captured. I began to suck that cock like only a real slut in heat can. My mind was shutting down. I was devolving into a total wanton cum whore that had no thoughts other than more than more cock and more cum. My mind went blank in pursuit of the most primal of urges.

I felt a body to my left, he was also bent over because we were bumping shoulders and hips. I feel his body rhythmically bouncing — he was being fucked. I reached behind me grabbed the cock and pointed it as my hole and pushed back on it. I needed it, like a junkie needs a fix. He obliged and rammed himself deep into me, I screamed into the cock in mouth. The burning pain in my ass began to subside quicky and I felt his hands on my hips about to take control. It was a long cock, not too thick but nice and long. He begin to pump into me. I put my hands on the hips of the guy in my mouth and let the fucking motion drive me onto his cock. Without warning the cock in my mouth was gone. He just pulled out. Maybe for the same reason I did. It didn’t matter why — it was gone. Bodies went by my face as I was bounced on the cock in my ass. I started moaning. With each trust I whimpered. A hand found my head, pushed it down slightly and a new cock filled my mouth, maybe just to shut me up.

I was being split roasted. It had only happened three other times, but this was by far the hottest. I slobbered and sucked while I ground and rotated my hips for the two men using me. I know I was dripping precum because I felt a string running down from my cock.

The man fucking me suddenly began to pound me hard — he was close. I grabbed his thighs pulling him into me. I wanted him to breed me, and my hands told him that.

It’s a simple fact that any trip into a bath house has risks. You can be safe, use condoms at every encounter and have some higher level of confidence you won’t pick up an STD. But a dark room, a true dark room, those rules go out the window. I am sure somewhere in here there was a bowl of condoms as I am equally sure they were untouched. This was a raw even. Everybody was bareback. I understood that before I even go there, and I accepted it.

I pulled his hips into me and with a sudden few hard thrust he began to grunt as he spewed his cum into me. I ground as deeply as I could on him, getting as much as deep as I could. He paused a bit then pulled out.

I stood, feeling wet cum on my ass. I had no cocks. I wandered toward where I assumed a wall was to rest a bit. My hands found a vertical surface and I leaned against it. I was breathing hard, sweat running down my body and face. I felt a hand coming from the same direction I had, most likely somebody seeking a bit of recovery. He slipped in next to me and I felt his body thump escort niğde into the wall.

We stood together for a bit when I felt his hands on my ass. It moved a bit and found the slick cum near my hole. He probed it a bit, then put his cum covered fingers to my lips. I took it in. This seemed to be all he needed to hear. His strong hands turned me to face the wall and he pushed his cock to my entrance. He gave me a couple of seconds to say no and when I didn’t move — he did. Deep into me.

Being fucked against a wall is, for some reason, what makes me feel the sluttiest. I feel like a cheap street hooker being a dirty and nasty cum dump, and it makes me vibrate with sexual energy. He was good. His cock was big, thick. He pressed my face into the wall, clearly making me a fuck doll for him. The only thing missing from this fantasy is people watching what a pathetic slut I am. It’s a dark room. A room full of horny men and not a soul to see me.

I began to bounce off the wall. Each hard thrust of his hips slamming into mine and I bounced into the wall. That created a bit of a steady rhythm that seemed to attract guys. I found myself being caressed and fondled by many hands. It was electric. Every hand a new point of stimulation. I wanted to fuck for all of them, that’s how slutty I felt.

He grunted, slammed into me and injected me with his cum. The cock in my pulled out, a stream of cum fell out with it. I paused, vibrating in place and another cock took its place. I pushed back he thrust forward. At this point my mind went blank and I was consumed by lust. I think of at least three men fucked me — but I am not sure. Cum ran down my legs.

Finally, I couldn’t take any more. I was exhausted and moved around the room to my left against the wall. I felt the opening and went through. My towel lost in the room. Cum was running down my leg and leaving small wet spots where I walked. I found my way to the showers and cleaned up. Across the hall from the showers was a room with tiered benches against one wall, normally a video room but tonight the monitors were all off.

I laid back to rest. My eyes closed. They opened a few minutes later when a mouth took my cock in. I closed them again and let the mouth do what he wanted. I was so crazy horny, but I had never thought of cumming myself. I could make him out dimly. A black guy. He might be the guy who started sucking me. I sat up and slid forward so it would be easier for him to suck me. I let him do what he did best — and he did it very well. I began to build to my orgasm and I told him. He simply kept sucking me. It began in my balls but it swept over me like a wave. I grabbed his head and thrust deeply into his mouth.

I erupted. Wave after shuddering wave washed over me. He buried his nose in my abdomen taking as much cock as I had to give. I felt his throat swallowing as I came. He continued to suck but I pushed his head away. I get very sensitive after I cum. He stood up, leaned over and kissed me, sharing some of my cum with me. It was him, the first guy I met.

“I knew I would get your cum,” he said, smiling as he walked away. I was completely drained. Went to my locker, dressed, checked out and went home. I collapsed into bed, felt cum still leaking out of me and wondered if I was infected.

Three months later I all my tests were negative. I will do it again. I won’t be able to say no. Being invisible and used like that was amazing — and I want more.

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My scheduled class with Dr.Willie was on Tuesdays and Fridays. It had been a few days since I had gone to her home for my private session with her and I was a bit curious as to how she and I would interact as I walked into the Liberal Arts complex for my Tuesday morning class.

Taking my usual seat on the front row (yeah, I was a suck-up), I opened my textbook, reviewing the notes I had made for the test that was scheduled that morning.

“Good morning class,” Dr.Willie said as she walked into the class and to her desk that was but a few feet from the first row, my row.

“Close the books, we’ll start the test when I say ‘begin’; Angela, Tess, would you mind handing out the test papers to your classmates, please,” handing Angela and I the papers.

“Begin,” Dr.Willie announced when all of the class had the test in hand.

The test was True/False and three pages long, containing fifty questions. I didn’t expect to have any difficulty with the test since I had studied for it the night before.

As we worked on our respective papers, Dr.Willie sat and appeared to be reading, then grading other papers from her other classes. She was dressed ‘business-casual’ with a simple A-line skirt and conservative blouse, her hair in an up-do coif. Not an unattractive look on her, I thought, when I raised my eyes from the test to quickly look at her while she worked at her tasks.

Her eyes caught mine when I had done so and I would have sworn that she flashed me a small smile of recognition but, I could be mistaken.

I had worn a skirt as well, not usual for me, preferring pants or shorts when the weather permitted. A loose-fitting, V-neck blouse completed my outfit; that, along with my bikini briefs that hugged my crotch, my ‘other’ lips showing against the snug, cotton, material.

Periodically, Dr.Willie would raise her eyes to check on the students, to check for any signs of cheating and the like. On one such scan of the class, as her eyes swept the front row last, I opened my legs just enough to give her a flash of my crotch, sure in my head that she would see the outline of my pussy when I did so.

She smiled ever-so-slightly when her eyes scanned my seat and put her head down again to read the papers on her desk, and I returned to the last ten questions of my test.

“Time!” She announced and asked that the papers be passed to the front of the respective rows for her to gather.

“Okay, class, you’re dismissed early today but be prepared on Friday to discuss chapter thirty-five and it’s importance to the NATO treaty after World War Two,” her announcement followed by the sound of students gathering their books and notes as they left the class.

“Tess?” She called to me, “Do you have another class next hour?”

“No, Dr.Willie, I have a free period,” I answered as I moved to stand before her desk.

“Would you care to join me in my office so that we can discuss those essays that I promised to re-evaluate?”

“Yes, of course,” I replied.

Walking along side of her, we made small talk as we snaked our way though the throng of students heading to their classes, arriving at her office a few moments later.

Unlocking her door, she flipped a sign that said ‘Out’ to display another message that read, ‘In Conference-Do Not Disturb’. Opening the door, she held it open for me to walk though, following me close behind, the snap of the lock sounding after she had closed the door.

Nodding towards a small divan that sat in front of a crammed bookcase, she checked her phone for messages, pressing a button to send all calls to a voice mailbox.

“There, we shouldn’t be disturbed now,” She said as she turned to face me as I sat on the couch.

“Okay, your essay work,” She said while taking a seat on the divan next to me.

“I re-read your essays, Tess. Upon reflection, I think I graded you a bit harshly the first time around. That being said, it appears that you’ll carry an A into the finals in two weeks. Do well on that, and you should end up with at least an A in my course and, possibly, an A+.”

“I can’t tell you how happy that makes me, Dr.Willie,” I gushed in reply, “You’ve made my day.” Pausing for a moment, I continued, “But, I thought we were going to discuss this on Wednesday night? I was going to come over to discuss this, remember?”

“Oh, I still want you to come over, sweetie, but now, we won’t waste any time with classroom matters,” saying this as she displayed a sly smile.

“That really works for me, Dr.Willie,” I replied with a sly smile of my own.

“I thought it might, Tess, I thought it might,” She answered as she, once again, fucked me with her eyes.

She wants me, I quickly thought, there could be no mistake about that ‘look’, she wants me, here and now.

“I’d really like to thank you for the good news, Dr.Willie,” moving ever so slightly towards her on the divan.

“Didn’t you already do that?” She replied, leaning back agains the back of the divan and folding one leg under the other as she settled trabzon escort into her new position.

“No, I mean, I want to really thank you,” I said again, placing my hand on her knee, under the edge of her skirt and moving my fingers slowly across her skin.

“Here? Now?” She replied but without making any attempt to stop my hand which had now slipped further up her skirt to the inside of her thigh.

I didn’t answer her right away, letting my look to her face speak for me, letting my fingers which had now started to rub her pussy through her silk panties say all that had to be said.

I leaned in and kissed her, her mouth opening and my tongue entering at the same time. She pulled me closer to her as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Slipping a finger under her panties, I started rubbing and teasing her clit, her dampness already beginning to wet her trimmed pubic hair.

Pulling my mouth from hers, I dropped to the floor while raising her skirt to her hips at the same time. Pulling her silk bikinis to the side, my mouth found her pussy and clit quickly, her hands now on my head holding me in place as she started to move her pussy against my mouth and tongue.

“Ohhhh sweetie, you do have a knack for this,” She softly whispered between gasps of breath, “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this here but don’t you dare stop, Tess, don’t stop.”

I reached above my head as it bobbed up and down and back and forth between her legs, taking both of her breasts in my hands to fondle through her blouse, softly, caressing softly as her nipples sprang to life against my palms.

“I love how you taste; I just want to taste you forever,” I cooed after I brought her to climax twice.

“Would that you could, sweetie,” She said as I resumed my seat on the divan after pulling her panties back into place and her skirt down from her hips.

She leaned towards me, kissing me, tasting her juices on my lips and tongue while softly caressing one of my breasts with her hand.

“Tess, you’d better go before I tear your clothes off,” Willie said with a heavy breath, the desire and lust in her eyes, evident, at least, to me it was so.

Standing, I stood next to her as she remained seated and taking one of her hands in mine, I pulled it under my skirt, and placed it on my damp pussy, under the edge of my damp panties.

Well, yeah, of course it was damp!

She slipped a finger into my slit as I parted my legs slightly, letting her do so until her finger was buried to the last knuckle. Holding her hand and finger in place, I moved up and down, fucking her finger for a few moments before pulling it out of me. Guiding her hand with my own, I led her finger to her lips, sliding it into her mouth so that she could now taste me, taste my wetness.

“My, my, but don’t you taste just as sweet as I remembered,” Willie said with eyes closed, her mouth sucking softly on her finger.

“See you Wednesday?” I said, breaking the moment and the mood, “Anything you want me to bring?”

“Just bring yourself,” She replied with a lustful look in her eye, “and I’ll have a surprise for you.”

Huh?

“See you Wednesday. Six would be fine, Tess,” Opening the door for me to exit her office.

Walking back to the dorm I hurt my head trying to ‘divine’ what ‘surprise’ Willie had planned for me. By the time I reached my (our) room, I had decided that I wouldn’t waste any more energy on this and would just be, well, ‘surprised’. The other thing I decided was that if Jean was back from classes, I’d get me some pussy…

“Hey, good-looking,” I said to her when I found her sitting at her desk upon entering our room, “What’s going on in Jean’s world?”, walking over to her and leaning down to give her a kiss.

“Nothing much, really,” She smilingly replied, her eyes clearly showing happiness at seeing me, “How about you?”

“Well, I just found out that Dr.Willie is going to revise my grade and that if I do well on the finals, I might just be able to pull off an A+ for the semester.”

“Wow! That’s great, Tess, who’d you have to kill to get her to change her mind?” She teasingly quipped.

“Nobody; I just let her eat me,” I answered truthfully, “And, of course, I returned the favor.”

Jean stared at me with open mouth, her eyes the size of saucers, it seemed. “Seriously?” She finally managed to sputter out.

“Seriously,” I calmly replied, then added, “Want to hear about it? Lock the door, then come join me in bed,” turning my back on her as I undid my skirt to drop to the floor. As I pulled my blouse over my head, I heard the snap sound as the door lock was engaged.

Flopping onto my bed with just my panties on, I lay watching as Jean pulled off her shorts and tee, the sight of her breasts sending fire to my crotch, and, she, joining me in bed after she stripped to her panties.

I told her the story of the other night in pornographic detail, leaving nothing out. The whole while, of course, I knew that hearing of it trabzon escort bayan was getting Jean excited and horny.

Of course, my hands fondling her gorgeous tits probably helped a bit, as well.

I had found out quickly after I first seduced Jean that she got turned on just talking about sex, which made her think about sex, about sex with me, which I knew she loved.

“So that’s why you were so crazy-horny when you got home the other night,” Jean said with a bit of excitement in her voice, “That was the reason we made love for so long that night.”

“That…plus the fact that I really like fucking you,” I said before dropping my mouth to feast on her tits as my hand slipped under her panties’ top to play with her pussy.

“I like it when you make love to me, Tess, I really do,” Jean cooed as my tongue snaked it’s way down her belly while I moved my body to lay between her legs.

“I want to do you first, baby, okay? Then you’re going to do me, okay?” I said softly as I pulled her panties down her legs and off of her feet.

“Whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want me to do,” Jean moaned as my tongue found her clit.

“Be careful what you say, baby, I might just take you up on that,” lifting my mouth from her clit to say that to her. That was the moment the thought of a threesome with Jean and, Willie? Someone else? entered my head. I pushed the thought around my brain as I returned my mouth to Jean’s very tasty snatch.

I like threesomes, though I’ve only a few. Good ol’ step-sis invited her BFF/lover over to spend the weekend when our parents had gone away to visit friends. Step-sis and her BFF had me naked and taking turns between their legs almost before the parents’ car was out of the driveway. That was the weekend that I found out what a ‘daisy-chain’ was.

Have to say, it was a lot of fun. I’ve had a couple of more with classmates, and one with one of the moms that I was fucking. She and her ‘friend’ from work, I seem to remember.

At any rate, I pushed the thought to the back of my mind so that I could concentrate on what I was doing to Jean. She tasted wonderful and deserved my full attention…

“You’re getting really good at this, baby,” I said to Jean as I sat on her face, rubbing my pussy against her mouth and tongue, “really, really good,” stifling a cry of joy when I orgasmed.

Rubbing faster, I stole another one before I rolled off of Jean to flop next to her on my bed..

“I like pleasing you, Tess, I can’t seem to get enough of you; you’ve cast a spell on me,” Jean said as she fondled my breasts, sucking on my nipples as she said it.

“Well, you do please me, sweetie; I can’t believe, though, that you haven’t tried anyone else.” dropping a seed of thought for me to use later.

“I’m not as out-going as you; approaching someone just to say hello is hard for me to do, much less approaching someone to have sex with,” Jean answered as she continued to fondle my tits.

“It’s a big old world out there, Jeannie m’girl; you might be surprised at what treats are there for the taking,” I replied as I returned her fondling of me by taking her breast in my hand.

“Yeah, I suppose…” Jean said, leaving the thought unspoken.

“I’m hungry. How ’bout we get dressed and go grab a burger at The Library?” I asked, rolling out of my bed to gather my clothes from the floor.

“Give me two minutes,” Jean replied with a smile.

Yeah, she’s clingy, I thought, but under it all, she’s really a sweet chick.

“Come in, sweetie,” Willie said in way of greeting when she opened the door to me that Wednesday night.

She was wearing a flowing robe, kimono-like, but not that, know what I mean? It was belted at the waist but loose enough to showcase her tanned, long legs, one of her best assets. Her hair was loose and like me, she had very little makeup on.

“Hungry? I could whip up something quick, if you’d like,” Willie asked while reaching for a bottle of wine.

“Actually, no; My roomie and I grabbed a late lunch and it was pretty filling,” I replied truthfully as I fetched a couple of stemmed glasses for us to use from her winerack.

“To us, Tess,” Willie toasted with a clink of her glass against mine, “To fun and adventure between two like-minded gals.”

Smiling, I took a large sip while we stared at each other. Taking my free hand in hers, she led us to her den/media room and the large overstuffed couch where she first made love to me last weekend.

“Like porn?” She asked from out of the blue.

It kinda’ caught me off-guard but recovering quickly, I replied that I’ve not seen a lot of it but what I have seen wasn’t distasteful to me in the least.

“I like Lesbian porn but that comes at no surprise to you, does it? Anyway, I like well-made Lesbian porn, especially when it involves an older woman with a younger girl…again, no surprise to you, I’m sure,” laughing after she said it.

“Would you like to watch some with me?” She asked when escort trabzon we settled in on the couch with our wine.”

“Sure, I’ll watch it with you.”

Hell, really wasn’t a big deal to me in all honesty. Then I wondered if that was the ‘surprise’ that she alluded to the other day.

She clicked on her media center and leaned back against the couch-back, putting her arm around me, pulling me tight against her body. Smiling at me, she gave me a sweet kiss just as the DVD started playing.

Two glasses of wine and a half-hour later, I was naked, my legs spread wide, and Willie on her knees eating me deliciously. I scooted my ass forward a bit more so that she could have easy access to my pussy. She-of-the-longest-tongue-in-the-world, tongue-fucked me to three mind-blowing orgasms while her fingers stroked my clit.

“Can we go to your bed, Willie, please?” I genuinely begged. I was hot. I wanted more. I wanted to eat her. I wanted to fuck her so bad.

“I was just going to suggest that, baby,” She cooed, “I was just thinking about your surprise,” She said as she stood, pulling me to my feet, afterwards.

“Lay down, Tess, lay on your back for me,” Willie asked as she led me to her bed. Doing as she asked, she walked to the foot of her bed and, grabbing my ankles, she spread my legs apart. I stared at her, stared at the smile of her lips, getting more turned on but not knowing why.

Rubbing one of my feet with her hands, she bent over and placed a kiss to one of my toes.

“Just relax, sweetie, you’re going to like this,” She said to me as I felt the soft silk material being wrapped around my ankle, then being tied. Lifting my upper body upright, leaning on my elbows, I saw that she had tied a scarf of some kind to my ankle was doing the same thing to the other leg/ankle.

“What…?” I stammered, nothing else able to come out of my mouth.

“Shhhh, sweetie, trust me; you do trust me don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.” I did, though I’m not sure why.

Pulling one of my arms over my head, then the other, she did the same thing, securing my arms above my head to the bedposts. Smiling down on me when she tied the last knot, she turned, saying as she walked way, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

“Funny, Willie. Real funny,” I called to the back of her head as she walked into a huge closet off to the side of her bedroom, laughing after I did it.

Well, this is interesting, I thought, wondering what was next on the agenda tonight.

I soon found out.

Willie reappeared from her walk-in closet, totally naked except for the strap-on harness around her hips/waist. Jutting out in front of the harness was a moderately thick dildo about eight inches in length.

“Just so you know, when I’m done fucking you with this, I’ll expect you to do the same to me, okay?”

She crawled onto the bed from the foot, between my legs. Leaning over me, she lowered her mouth to my breasts to suck and lick them as her fingers fucked my pussy.

“Feel good, baby?” She asked when she was moving her mouth from my right tit to start on my left tit.

“It does, it really does,” I answered truthfully as she fingered me with passion.

“Then, you’re going to love this,” She said as she guided the head of the dildo into my soaking-wet pussy.

No, I have never fucked a real cock. Yes, I’ve used toys, on myself and on others, so the feeling was not unknown to me and, truthfully?, it felt pretty fucking good!

She fucked me expertly, burying the dildo deep in my pussy, rubbing against my clit as she did so. The fact that I couldn’t wrap my legs around her or move very much was so frustrating that it added to the pleasure.

Weird. Yeah, I know.

I lost count of my orgasms after three. All I know is that it was probably the most I had ever had with a woman. And the night wasn’t over.

We took a break. We both needed to take a break. She untied me and we caught our breath while drinking another glass of wine. I was turned on, wet with sex-sweat, and anxious to get back to the bedroom so that I could fuck her. I so wanted to fuck her.

Finished with our wine and our break, Willie took me by the hand, leading me back to her bedroom. Once there, she quickly slipped the harness onto my body, all the while sucking on my tits as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“Climb onto the bed and get behind me,” she coaxed as she lay in the middle on the bed, on her stomach. With her head turned to the side and on a pillow, she raised her ass into the air by kneeling.

“Fuck me, Tess…Fuck me hard,” She ordered.

Guiding the head of the dildo to the lips of her pussy, I pushed, gently, sliding the dildo inside of her until it was all the way in her. Holding on to her hips with my hands, I closed my eyes and started moving back and forth, pulling until the strap-on’s cock was almost out of her before pushing it deeply into her, again. Getting into a rhythm, low growls and moans of pleasure seem to come from deep inside of her as she moved her ass and pussy in time with me.

Faster and faster, fucking her harder and harder, her moans were now loud, and getting louder. Reaching around to massage her clit with my fingers, she emitted a scream of unbridled pleasure when she exploded with her climax, whimpers of pleasure coming from her as it ebbed.

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Author’s note – I like reading and writing stories where there is some romance and build-up to the action, so there is no full-on sex in this chapter, sorry!

*

Simon

My name is Simon. I’m 29, but am often told I look younger. I’d like to think I have the perfect body but in reality I’m slim but not toned and could certainly use a few sit-ups now and again. I hate exercise unless it’s rampant sex and frankly I haven’t had any of that in months. My hair is long and dark brown, with annoying curls that can look great if I make some effort to style them but usually end up looking a mess so I just tie it back except on nights out. I haven’t had any of those in months either. I’m 5’10” or at least I claim that because I’m just over 5’9″ and deserve that extra three-quarters of an inch.

And this is the start of my new life. Standing outside my new flat as the removal van heads up the road, and not quite wanting to face the piles of boxes inside. I insisted nothing was to be unpacked because I need to know where it has all gone, and the only way is to do it myself. Also, since I hadn’t labelled all the boxes I wasn’t entirely sure where some things were. Like my porn collection and my dildos. I could just picture one of the burly removal men opening that box. ‘Where would you like these sir?’. The thought now made me smile, but in reality I would have gone bright red and prayed for the ground to open up and swallow me.

Back inside and looking around my living room it seemed like a daunting task, but at the same time I had been surprised at how few boxes were needed to move four years of my life to a new town. It helped that I hadn’t taken any of the furniture, especially not the bed even though I loved that bed when I bought it. Now all I associated with it was finding my boyfriend of those four years in a 69 with ‘our’ friend Pete. I should have guessed long before then that there was something going on, but it took coming back early from a business trip to make everything fall into place. I’d hoped to surprise Ken, but the surprise was on me, and it wasn’t a good one.

Anyhow, now was the time for my new life, and the thought of the two of them curled up together on my old sofa in my old house was not going to worry me. Much. New home, new town, new job, and I desperately hoped new friends soon and a new lover eventually. I wasn’t going to rush into things because I couldn’t kid myself I wasn’t still hurting. But at least now I wouldn’t have to worry about bumping into them while out shopping, or seeing them dance together in a club, hands all over each other just like Ken and I used to be.

Thankfully my trip down memory lane in the worst way was interrupted by the doorbell. And even more thankfully the box I tripped over on the way to answer the door, contents spilling everywhere, was full of kitchen utensils and not the porn. I would have to work out where that was sooner or later though.

I opened the door to a man probably a little older than me, smiling and holding a covered dish. The smell coming off it made my stomach rumble so loudly that we both heard it and he laughed.

‘Hello neighbour. I’m Mark, I live next door, and I thought I’d be the welcome wagon and bring you some lunch. Seems like I was just in time! I hope you like lasagne.’

‘That’s great, thank you so much. I haven’t found anything yet. There is space to sit down though, if you’d like to come in for a bit, and I have unpacked the kettle. I’m Simon, by the way.’ I shook his hand and backed away so he could pick his way through the corridor of boxes.

Mark entered the house carefully, which was probably a good idea since kitchen knives and spatulas were rolling around in the hallway. I grabbed some and started to get them back into the box.

‘Sorry about the mess, I managed to trip over this one already. God only knows what is in most of these boxes, I was way too disorganised to write on all of them.’

‘With any luck anything vital will come to hand fairly quickly.’ he replied, casting an eye around and finding pretty much the only place to sit. ‘We’ve all been through this at some point. I just hope it doesn’t happen to me again soon.’

‘I wasn’t planning on it.’ I said, with some bitterness clearly in my voice because he looked at me surprised. I felt the need to explain myself, although not too much. ‘Bad break-up. It was either move or end up slapping one of their smug faces, possibly worse than slapping.’

Mark looked at me with feeling. ‘Ah, that kind of bad break-up. Sorry.’

I smiled. ‘It was hardly your fault, I only met you five minutes ago!’

He laughed. ‘At least you have some sense of humour about it. Why here? Have you got friends and family locally?’

‘No. I am closer to my parents than I was; they are about an hour away. I just found a really good job here, or at least I hope it will be, so I figured this was the place I was meant to be for the time being. We’ll see if I made a adana escort huge mistake sooner or later!’

Mark laughed with me for a moment, but then started to look rather nervous. He put the lasagna down on the coffee table before speaking. ‘I’m happy to offer to be your first friend here and show you around, but it’s only fair to let you know up front, I live here with my partner Charlie, so if you aren’t comfortable round gay men we can leave it at the lasagna, and I promise there were no ulterior motives.’

He was saying this clearly and not quietly, but studying what could be seen of the carpet hard rather than look at me. When he finally glanced up to gauge my reaction I was grinning and he visibly relaxed. ‘That’s fantastic, you can fill me in on where the good gay bars are!’

His grin joined mine. ‘Excellent. I can’t wait to tell Charlie we have a gay neighbour. There are those two women up the road we’ve never been quite sure about, but I don’t reckon they’d be up for a night out clubbing! If you fancy it, come over this evening for dinner. I should probably admit that Charlie is the cook, not me. He’ll be pissed if I took the credit for making this.’

Mark left me to my boxes soon after, and I couldn’t stop smiling. It had to be fate, coming here and the first friend I meet I don’t have to be cautious around. I did want to check out the nightlife as soon as I could. Not for random sex, or at least I didn’t plan on it, but to get to know some people. Now I already had two gay men as friends, assuming Charlie was as nice as Mark. I’d just have to find out at dinner.

I felt guilty for bolting the lasagna as it barely touched the sides, but I was really hungry. It had been an early start and a hectic day so far. I was relieved I wouldn’t have to cook later either. I had found the utensils but there was no sign of the pans anywhere. I’d probably find that box in the spare bedroom, but once I had eaten I concentrated on the living room because I needed that space clear. Still no sign of the porn either, but I was sure if I needed to I could use my imagination. Gradually it did seem to be getting clearer, and there were books and cds on shelves where they needed to be. I could also see the tv from the sofa which would be handy.

As I cleared out one more box I found one of the most important things around; my letter from the new job with details I needed to look at before starting on Monday. I had three more days before then, but I needed a sit down for a bit so decided to open it. The thickness of the envelope had put me off when I was packing up and I’d just put it away for later.

Inside was a letter confirming what I already knew about the job and when they expected to see me, and a list of documents for me to have a look at. Health and safety stuff I put to one side immediately. I worked on a computer at a desk and was perfectly capable of adjusting my chair and monitor without detailed instructions. The rest of it would be common sense like not climbing on a wheely chair to reach stuff. The contract was pretty standard and I’d already seen a copy. I just had to take one with me on the first day to sign up for my personnel file. The only thing of interest was a document about the department and the work they did. I knew I would be coding and programming because that was what I was hired for and good at, but it would be handy to know a bit more about the specifics.

I skimmed through most of it to be honest. I was familiar with all the software they used and it would just be a question of gearing what I was doing to the firm. I was more intent when I saw the details of each team and their responsibilities, and got very interested when I got to the bit about my team. I’d met the management at the interview, but anything I knew about the others would be a bonus. I knew there were six in the team but not who or what they did exactly. A post-it note drew my attention, and scribbled on it was a note saying that there were photos and biogs of the team enclosed. I flicked through the rest of the document, not finding anything.

I checked the envelope again and it fell out. Grinning slightly at me from the front page was my new department manager. The photo looked rather staged, but I guess they often do that in large firms. Everyone has to look friendly and smile just so. His education and employment background were pretty impressive and it was clear how he had got his way into management. I flicked to the next page and saw the head of my team, a middle-aged woman called Sally, who I had also met. The next two pages revealed two guys, probably younger than me, and classic computer geeks. I could just picture them in their off hours wearing t-shirts with jokes on in binary and arguing about Star Trek. I couldn’t be overly critical of that, I was a major Doctor Who fan after all.

The older guy and young woman on the next pages were much less obvious as programmers, but also had good adana escort bayan experience and clearly knew their stuff. I was going to be working with some really good people and I was looking forward to the change and new experiences. I flicked to the last sheet to see the final member of the group and instantly the breath left my body. Oh my god, he was gorgeous. He had short dark hair and bright blue eyes and even in the picture they seemed to be staring straight into me. It was only a head and shoulders shot but I instantly wanted to see more of him. I don’t even know how long I looked at the photo, but I became aware that I was actually stroking his face. I dropped my hand and gave myself a mental slap. What the hell was I doing, it was a photograph for fucks sake.

Hot on the heels of my next thought, concentrating on his lips and what they would feel like on mine, was the one that hit me like a brick wall. I was practically creaming myself over a picture of this guy and I was going to have to work with the real him nearby all day. I realised I hadn’t even read his biog and read down to discover he was Greg Nichols, and he had another impressive background and skills. No, don’t think about what other skills he might have. There was no detail on marital status, but only the married ones had that down. This sheet wasn’t going to tell me if he had a partner, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to tell me if he liked boys.

‘Shit!’ I said out loud, and put the sheets down, although I somehow couldn’t turn from that page. What was I going to do? It might have been a long while since I’d had sex, but a picture should definitely not be doing this to me. I shook my head and managed to walk away far enough to get to my bedroom and make the bed ready for later, all the time trying to clear my mind of any unclean thoughts of Greg. It wasn’t working very well, either.

* * * * * * *

After a busy afternoon I was pleased with progress on the unpacking, but less impressed with myself for my regular glances back to that picture while I did it. Still, doing the work helped keep me occupied until it was time for dinner with my new neighbours. I managed to find a bottle of wine to take with me, and headed next door looking forward to the company and not having to cook. It turned out that Charlie was just as friendly as Mark and I instantly warmed to the pair of them. Mark was indeed a little older than me, and dark haired with a wicked sense of humour and ability to bring any conversation down to the lowest possible level. Charlie was blond and a bit younger, and also not only a fantastic cook but the far more mature and sensible one of the pair, although I got the distinct impression that his chiding of Mark for his risque jokes wasn’t all that serious.

The only downside I guess was their ease around each other and how happy they were. It reminded me of how that had been taken from me. They made every effort to include me and not be couply, but I couldn’t help remembering what had been and thinking how much I wanted that again. Of course then the picture of Greg floated back into my head and I had to stop myself drifting off yet again. The others noticed when I became distracted, and Mark finally asked me about it.

‘Sorry, I’m just thinking about work on Monday.’ Not a total lie, but it wasn’t the work itself that had my attention.

‘It must be a bit weird moving somewhere new then starting a new job straight away.’ replied Mark.

‘I don’t think I’ve got my head around it all yet. But I’m determined to have this as the start of my new life, no Ken and definitely no Pete, starting afresh. I just need to settle in and I’m going to need to empty all those boxes and get a few days at work under my belt before it will start feeling like home. I just hope I can cope with work.’

‘When you talked about it it sounded like you were doing something very similar to your old job, so I’m sure you’ll settle in fine. It’s more about meeting the new people than anything else.’

I went red without even realising. It was definitely the meeting new people bit, and the part of that (or possibly part of me) that was going to be hard was still weighing on my mind. Mark and Charlie looked at me puzzled. ‘I saw photos of my new colleagues earlier.’ I started to explain.

‘And they looked like some sort of swamp creatures?’ asked Charlie, laughing.

‘Most of them looked pretty normal, couple of obvious computer geeks. Only one really caught my attention. I think someone is playing a mean trick on me, because he looks like a living version of my best ever wet dream.’

They both started laughing at that, hopefully with me not at me. Mark chirped up first.

‘So you reckon working with the real thing is going to be pretty hard?!’ The emphasis on the word hard was not lost on me.

‘I appreciate your support! But seriously, yes, I am worried. If he looks that good in a photo I’m going to escort adana be drooling over the reality. I’m supposed to work with the guy, and all I’m gonna want to do is strip him naked. It doesn’t help that it’s been a while either.’

Charlie patted my back in a kindly gesture. ‘It will be okay once you meet him. You’re just working yourself up with nerves over the whole thing, and this is just one more idea your brain is putting out there to fuck you up.’

Mark spoke up then. ‘Why don’t we do what we said and go clubbing at the end of the week. Then you’ll have something to look forward to, and maybe ogling the guys there will help get your mind off anything else. And if you’re really desperate for a release I’m sure you’ll find someone there who takes your fancy.’

I pulled a face. ‘I’d love to go to the club, but random sex isn’t my bag any more. Been there, done that, and although looking would be good, I don’t want to get into something that isn’t going to at least be an attempt at a relationship. I must be getting old!’

We all smiled at that, the two of them sharing a look that again made me ache for the connection you have to someone you love. Christ, it had been months, what was I doing still getting worked up over Ken? I hoped it wasn’t Ken himself, it was just the companionship (and of course the rampant sex) that I missed. I guess I had lost that long before I even knew it because he was already sharing it with someone else.

* * * * * * *

I had had a lovely evening with my new neighbours and it could only be a good sign that I had made friends here so quickly, and that I had a night out clubbing to look forward to at the end of the week that I was pretty much dreading by this point. I really wanted the new job, it was a step up from what I had been doing, and I had no doubt it would challenge me and I would learn a lot. But ever since I saw that photo what I wanted to do was learn exactly how to make Greg moan. I didn’t understand how I could be getting this obsessed over someone I had never even met. Perhaps it really was fate screwing with me. In person he might be totally different and all would be fine, but I couldn’t shake the nagging doubt that he would be wonderful and probably straight. I could only figure I was really ready for a new relationship, no matter who that might be with.

I decided on my tactics for the weekend. I couldn’t clear my head of Greg no matter how hard I tried. I kept imagining meeting him and the variations on what could happen. Most of the time I managed to concentrate on how I would keep myself under control when I did meet the reality, but my mind did stray. I tried to imagine that he would be shorter than me, because I like my men taller, or that he would turn out to have a huge beer belly, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that the reality would be much more gorgeous than the picture, and just in case, I was gonna wear my dick out this weekend so there was no chance of any reaction. I managed to find the porn eventually, giving up on finding anything else useful in the boxes and just briefly opening them up to check their contents. The sense of relief when I finally saw the fit naked bodies on the front of my magazines was immense. I could jack off to these and not think of anyone else.

My only mistake was on Sunday when I was on round two for that morning. I was almost at climax when it suddenly struck me that the guy I was looking at had short dark hair and bright blue eyes, and before I could stop myself the face had changed in my mind and I shot so hard I saw lights behind my eyes. I groaned a mixture of the pleasure of the orgasm and my horror at replacing the nameless man in the porn with my soon to be co-worker.

I managed to make twice more that day before Mark and Charlie came round for the dinner I owed them. I had located most of the kitchen equipment despite prioritising the search for the porn. They brought a cheesecake that was clearly homemade and looked delicious. More evidence of Charlie’s expertise in the kitchen. I wasn’t up to his standard but at least I wasn’t going to poison anyone. I presented them with marinated chicken breasts with new potatoes, carrots and broccoli. They seemed to appreciate it, or were at least decent enough to lie that they liked it.

Mark broached the dreaded subject as we tucked into the cheesecake.

‘So, are you ready for tomorrow? First day and all that comes with it.’

I groaned, and they laughed. ‘Don’t tease me for god’s sake. I’m nervous as hell. I keep hoping that picture was a fluke and he’s actually 50 with a beer gut and a body odour problem. I guess even if he is really that pretty he could still have halitosis or a voice that could make me want to strangle him, or be the most boring man ever to walk this earth.’

Neither of the others could stop laughing through my speech. Mark pulled himself together quicker than Charlie. ‘You seem to have all the bases covered there. There is a good possibility he won’t make you horny the instant you see him.’

‘And just in case he does, I’m wanking for England the whole of this weekend. He’s not going to get little Simon to stir if he’s already got friction burns.’

This time they were actually crying with laughter, and I joined in.

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