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Author’s Note: Welcome to my latest story, which is my entry in the Literotica Nude Day contest. Before we get to the story, a big thank you to all who voted for me in The Earth Day Contest. “That’s What Friend’s are For” won first place! As always a disclaimer for those unfamiliar with my work. I feel a good build up to an erotic story is what foreplay is to sex, it makes things a lot hotter in the end. So if you are a fan of shorter stories, this one may not be for you. Okay enough yapping, on with the story.

I made the mistake of glancing at my watch and groaned; it was only four fifteen. Another forty five minutes before I could indulge in my weekly treat. Thinking about that treat; an hour long full body massage, was making this the longest day since, well, since last Friday! I fought to focus on the columns of numbers in front of me, but it was a losing battle. Instead my mind drifted to the thought of those soft, yet firm, hands rubbing my feet, taking away the discomfort a week in heels caused, and then moving up my calves.

Those long, slender, and oh so talented fingers would work their magic behind the tender backs of my knees before beginning their upward journey to my thighs. I shifted in my seat and felt the thong sticking between my legs. I’d been wet all day which was becoming the norm on these glorious days when I allowed myself to get as close to my fantasies as possible without crossing the line. Giving up on work altogether, I leaned back in my chair and removing my sensible black pump, put my stocking foot on my desk.

Pulling up knee length black skirt, I placed my hand on my inner thigh and squeezed it, mimicking the attention it would be getting later. Letting my hand wander upwards I teased myself by sliding it across the patch of lace covering my now sopping slit. The thong was a sexy contrast to the skirt, shoes and the red long sleeve blouse I was wearing. Sensible and professional, that was me for the majority of my thirty eight years.

Not that I still wasn’t on the surface, but the last few months my inner thoughts, dreams and fantasies had been far from what I was raised to consider proper. I rubbed my hand more firmly against the damp material and released a soft moan.

My fingers pressed harder, pushing the thong between the lips of my pussy and working them up to push against my aching clit. Jill, my receptionist, left at four on Friday’s along with most of my department and with no fear of getting caught I thought about giving myself some relief.

The past few hours had been filled with visions of soft hands and even softer tongues wandering over my yearning flesh and I’d been squirming in my seat all day. Normally I managed to abstain from masturbating during my special day, letting my sexual frustration build. I would then endure the deliciously excruciating tease of my nearly nude massage before racing home and hopping into bed. Then it was time to use the evening’s toy of choice to get off several times before collapsing into a deep sleep.

Saturday morning would feature a slower more sensual session with my fingers and a multi speed bullet while replaying the previous nights encounter. Not that a massage would be most people’s idea of an encounter, but when you secretly desired women an hour of being rubbed down by an attractive one was as close as I could get. No, that wasn’t true. The closest I would allow myself to get was more like it.

I had no doubt if I put myself out there, went to the right bars or clubs; I could get what I wanted. After all, my Sapphic obsession had begun when Jill and I had stopped in for a drink at a new club, The Pink Hat, not knowing it was specifically for women who enjoyed the company of other women. Teasing myself through the thin material of the thong I let my mind drift back to the day I discovered my latent desire to experience the softer sex.

It was just after work on a Friday and there were only a few women there so it didn’t hit us right away. However, once someone put some music on, Jill and I caught on pretty quick. A song I didn’t recognize, with a slow sensual beat began to play and to our surprise two women drifted onto the small dance floor and slipping their arms around each other’s waists began swaying seductively.

We glanced at each other and I noticed Jill looked uncomfortable. I’d shrugged and suggested they were probably just playing around. That idea went out the window when I looked back over to see them kissing.

And what a kiss it was! It wasn’t a playful peck, but a long deep passionate kiss that caused a strange sensation within me. The sensation itself shouldn’t have been strange; it wasn’t like I didn’t recognize arousal, but was shocked to feel it watching the scene before me. I could honestly say at that point I’d never thought about two women together. Even on the occasions I had watched some dirty movies with Rob, if a lesbian scene came on, I would ask to skip it.

I’d always thought why would I want bahis firmaları to watch what I already had? But that day, the way those two beautiful women had touched each other had gotten me hot in a way I hadn’t been in years. Perhaps it was the fact they were so open about it; that here they were kissing and touching in front of a room full of women and not caring.

Jill had excused herself to go to the bathroom and as she made her way across the room I noticed several women stare at her as she passed. Jill was a petite little brunette who although on the slender side had long shapely legs and what I had since come to realize was very fine ass.

One woman in particular, an older blonde wearing a dress far shorter and tighter than I would ever have the courage to wear, stared at Jill with a look of pure lust that sent another unexpected feeling of desire through me.

When Jill was with me I had focused on her, sneaking furtive glances at the women dancing whenever she would look away. I now took full advantage of her absence, turning on my stool to watch what I used to think was so wrong. The taller of the women, a stunning red head wearing a skirt that barely covered the cheeks of her ass was now behind her partner, her hands encircling her waist.

The other woman, a short curvy blonde whose ample breasts threatened to spill from the low cut sundress she was wearing, was working her hips, grinding her ass back into her girlfriend. The redhead responded by sliding the blondes hair to the side to kiss her neck.

She worked her lips along her creamy skin and my face grew hot despite the air conditioning in the club. The blonde sighed and reaching back ran her fingers through her lover’s hair, holding her face to her neck.

There were whistles from several of the women when the redhead’s hands worked their way up and my breath caught when she cupped her impressive breasts. She pushed them together, and fondled them, her hands sliding across them.

The blonde’s mouth opened as she released a moan that was drowned out by the music. What wasn’t drowned out were the cheers when her hand dropped to the hem of the blonde’s skirt and pulled it up, giving a quick flash of a black lace thong before pulling it back down.

Someone yelled not to tease and with a laugh she hiked the skirt up giving everyone there a full view of the black strings over her full hips. The blonde reached behind her, caught the hem of the redheads dress and returned the favor lifting it up to expose her…bare ass.

The women around laughed and clapped and I sat there transfixed by the sight of her shaking her bare ass. That ass was firm and tight and when she widened her legs and leaned forward, she flashed a quick peek of her pink pussy.

To my dismay she straightened, leaving me to struggle to focus on just the glimpse I had gotten. In front of me the blonde was now rubbing her hands across her lush thighs and the patch of lace over her pussy.

I watched her long slender fingers with their deep purple nails sliding across her inviting thighs and…inviting? Even now, sitting at work months later, I recalled how that word had jumped into my head and how shocked I’d been.

The redhead’s hands had gone back to her top and after several women began chanting “Flash, flash!” she laughed and pulled the top of the dress down. My eyes widened and I was sure my mouth had dropped open at the sight of her bare breasts. Her large milky white globes were well rounded and her nipples pink and swollen. The redhead gave them a quick pinch causing her to yelp, before pulling her top back up.

That yelp had sent a thrill through me and was quickly followed by another when the blonde playfully pulled her thong to the side showing off her pussy and the small patch of golden hair above it. Her fingers slid up and down her lips several times, much to the appreciation of the women watching, before she slipped the thong back into place.

The song wound down and turning in her lover’s embrace, the blonde wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into another deep kiss that included them putting on a show of their tongues sliding across each other.

There was a round of applause as they walked hand in hand back to their table and turning back to the bar I picked up my glass of wine and gulped it down in several long swallows. My hand was shaking and I had become aware of a growing wet patch between my legs. I stared down at the bar not making eye contact with anyone and trying to understand what I was feeling. How could watching two women have caused such arousal?

Jill came back and appeared upset. In an indignant tone she told me she had been lewdly hit on and said she wanted to leave. I agreed, but for the opposite reason. Whereas she was offended, I was hornier than I’d been in years and wasn’t sure I was comfortable with it. I probably should have just walked out with her, but instead I was curious to see if I would get any attention.

Telling kaçak iddaa Jill I had to use the bathroom I made my way across the club. I was moving slowly and admittedly putting some extra swing into my hips. I felt like a giddy young girl when I did see a couple of women look my way and flash me welcoming smiles. I was wearing my usual ensemble of a knee length gray skirt and a white button up blouse. Neither article of clothing did anything flattering for me and I found myself wishing I was dressed more provocatively.

That was another uncharacteristic thought and I felt as if I were just now discovering a part of myself that had lain dormant all these years. When I walked into the bathroom I was confronted by the sight of two women playing right there in front of me. One woman was sitting on the sink with her skirt up and her smallish tits propped out of the top of her shirt. The other woman was on her knees, her face buried between the thighs of the first woman.

Her feet were on her shoulders and I could see her lovers arm moving back and forth and could just imagine her fingers pumping her pussy. This was more amazing than the dance floor. Neither woman noticed me. The brunette on the counter had her head back and her eyes closed, moaning and running her fingers through the other woman’s light brown hair. I stopped in my tracks and even though everything in me said to turn and walk out the door I stood rooted to the spot.

My eyes moved wildly, trying to take in everything at once. The look of ecstasy on the face of the woman on the counter, her eyes closed, her cheeks flush and soft sighs of pleasure emanating from her parted lips. Her rosy nipples were erect and her small perky tits coated in sweat. Her thighs were wrapped around the head of the other woman, but I could hear her lips smacking as she sucked on her.

Her skirt was pulled up as well; her hand between her legs, playing with her pussy while she licked her girlfriends. Like the woman on the dance floor, she wasn’t wearing underwear and the way she was squatting showed her pussy off well from behind. I watched her rubbing her clit in circles with two fingers and could hear her moaning between her lover’s thighs.

“Oh, honey!” the woman called out, “Oh…oh just a little more!”

I’d taken a step back, hoping not to be noticed and stood there with my nipples aching and my pussy dripping while the other woman began smacking her lips even more loudly against the wet flesh she was sucking. The brunette released a loud squeal, then another before her girlfriend reached up and covered her mouth, muffling her cries. My pussy gushed watching her writhe on the counter, pulling her girlfriend’s hair and moaning into her hand as her orgasm tore through her.

Releasing her grip, she slumped back on her elbows her head resting against the mirror. Her girlfriend stood up and leaning forward gave her a deep kiss. When she pulled away she sighed, “Damn I taste good on you.”

“I think it’s your turn to taste,” The other woman giggled, “I…”

“Oh, shit!” The woman on the sink had turned her head and saw me standing there. “Jesus, Sandy I thought you locked the door!”

“I…I…I’m sorry,” I stammered, “I just came in and um, have to use the bathroom.” I sounded like an idiot, but had nothing else to say.

“Well that’s okay,” The woman hopped off the counter. Taking a second to pop her perky tits back into her top and smooth her shirt down, she laughed and added, “We just finished.”

“What about me?” The other woman, made a show of pouting.

“Guess you have to wait until we get home, sweetie!” she kissed her quickly and headed my way.

Realizing I was still in front of the door I stepped to the side, but she stopped next to me and smiled, “Haven’t seen you here before. First time?”

“Um, yes.” I nodded nervously.

“Well I hope you come back again.” She tilted her head as she looked me up and down quickly, “I love your eyes and your proper little outfit.” She giggled, “You come from work or your girl like the uptight professional look?”

“Oh, well…I…I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Really?” she shook her head, “With those big brown eyes and those pretty lips?” she gave me a slower loom up and down. “Tell you what honey, let your hair down and wear something that shows you off more. Looks like you have a nice little body under there.”

“Thanks.” I said for lack of anything better to come back with.

“You coming Sandy?”

“No, I didn’t get to, remember?” The woman said into the mirror as she fluffed her blonde hair and removed a tube of lipstick from her purse.

“Aww,” The brunette laughed, “Don’t worry baby, I’ll take good care of you at home. Right now I’m going to play some music so you get your pretty little self out to that dance floor when you’re done.” She glanced my way, “Seriously, hope to see you here again,” leaning closer she said softly, “I can tell you’re not just new here, but you’re kaçak bahis new. But don’t worry everyone here is fun and we’ve all been there. You let yourself relax you’ll have a lot of fun”

She turned and left the bathroom and trying to regain my composure I walked across the bathroom towards the stalls.

“Hey,” Sandy called out, just as I was ready to push the door open. I turned around to see her looking at me with a big smile on her face. “Did you like the show?”

“E…excuse me?”

“You didn’t just come in. I saw you just before Sheila put her legs on my shoulders.”

My only reply was for my face to somehow grow hotter. Laughing Sandy clapped her hands in delight.

“Aren’t you cute? You really are new aren’t you?”

“I…I’ve never been here before.”

“That’s not what I mean and you know it.” She sighed, “I remember the first time I realized what I wanted. Just relax and let it happen, you’ll be fine.” With a wink she looked me up and down, “You already are. Thanks again for the extra thrill!” with a little wave she left the bathroom.

As embarrassed as I was, I still found my eyes glued to her ass which was well defined in the skin tight dress. Her hips swung back and forth and all I could picture was how she had looked while squatting on the floor and her pussy visible as she’d leaned forward to suck her girlfriend off in the bathroom. I’d never done anything that bold with a man and had never once thought of a woman doing it.

Once I was alone my body took over my thoughts. My nipples were aching and my clit was throbbing between my thighs. Pushing the stall open and stepping into it I could feel the wetness between my legs. I closed the door and locking it hiked my skirt up and pulling my panties down moaned as they peeled away from my wet skin. I sat down, but rather than using the bathroom my mind exploded with a collage of images of all I had just seen.

Moving as if it had a will of its own, my hand dropped between my legs and I had to stifle a groan as my fingers explored my sopping wet pussy. I tried to tell myself to stop; I was closing in on forty, way past the age to be doing things like rubbing one out in a public stall. But my fingers remained where they were and with a resigned whimper, I slid them up through the soft folds of warm flesh.

I gasped when my fingers made contact with my yearning clit and rubbing in short hard circles I closed my eyes, thinking of Sandy sucking Sheila’s pussy. I put myself in her place, sitting on the sink, my legs wide open and a pair of soft sensual lips kissing my even softer, moist pair. I thought of long soft hair on my thighs and her slender fingers entering me. I imagined her touch to be so much softer than a man’s and her tongue slower and more patient.

The final image that went through my mind was Shelia toying with her nipples, her red nails teasing her swollen flesh, then throwing her head back and squealing as she came. I closed my legs and straightened them as my fingers brought me closer to the edge. My mind was still fixed on Shelia rocking back and forth and side to side, her body in the throes of her climax.

Her orgasm turned into mine and a loud cry escaped me. I covered my mouth and cried out into it as I came harder than I had in a long time. My feet kicked, my heels hitting the stall door and my back arched, shoving my quivering pussy into my fingers. I sat there moaning and squealing as to my surprise a second orgasm raced in behind the first and my body went into a fresh wave of convulsions.

When the last effects of my bodies release flowed through me, I slumped back, letting my head rest against the cool tile behind me and fought to catch my breath. I remained there for a couple of minutes, letting my body regroup as my mind tried to wrap around what had just happened. Forcing myself to move, I stood up and pulling my panties up marveled at the wet mess that began to ooze into them now that I was standing.

They were so wet, I slipped them all the way off and balling them up shoved them into the pocket of my skirt. Leaving the stall, I splashed my sweat soaked face and as I patted dry I heard a whistle behind me. I turned to see a young woman who couldn’t have been more than twenty at the other end of the counter. With a smile she said, “That sounded like a good one!”

Too embarrassed to reply I’d hurriedly left the bathroom and keeping my head down, made my way back to Jill who had asked me if I felt okay because I looked flush.

My cell ringing snapped me out of my reverie and grabbing it from the desk I saw it was Paula.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Linda, its Paula, just confirming you’re coming to see me at five thirty?”

Paula had a soft smoky voice that sounded damn good in my ear, especially when she spoke over me as her incredible hands worked my body.

“I wouldn’t miss it!” I answered and to myself added I probably wouldn’t be coming until about seven and it would be to her

“Glad to hear it.” She purred in my ear, “Always nice to finish the week with my favorite girl.”

“Aw, I bet you say that to all the girls!” I laughed even as I wished she meant it the way I would love her to.

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This is my very first submission to Literotica. Feel free to criticize the living shit out of it; there’s always room for improvement. This is a gay incest story. The homophobes might insist that it belongs in the “Gay Male” section, but I’m pretty sure incest is a little more shocking than homosexuality, so for that reason, I believe that any story involving incest belongs in the “Incest” category.

This story is a cheap thrill. It hardly qualifies as a “story”. However, I do plan on re-releasing it once I figure out a way to get the characters from point A to point Z. But for now, this starts out at point Z. There’s a lot of work to be done still. I just wanted to write some filthy smut, so for those of you looking for a quick fix…here ya go!

(ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE THE LEGAL AGE OF 18)

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“OH MY FUUUCKING GAAAAWD!” Jack howled, drinking in the delightfully perverse image of his son — his little boy! — down on his knees, sucking and slurping on his own father’s slick cock.

“OOOOH JESUS FUCK!” He persisted with the nastiest, filthiest obscenities he could think of. “FUUUCK YEAH, SUCK MY COCK, SON! SWALLOW YOUR OWN FATHER’S VEINY COCK YOU FILTHY BITCH! YOU LIKE THAT? YOU LIKE THE TASTE OF YOUR DADDY’S DICK?”

“Mmmpph, mm-hmmm!” was all Greg could manage with eight inches of cock meat lodged in his slutty little mouth. He savored the wrongness of what he was doing. He was rock hard with the knowledge that he was on his knees giving his own father the sloppiest blowjob of his life.

“Oh, shit, I’m gonna cum! Here it comes! Are you ready, son? READY FOR DADDY’S LOAD?” Jack growled as if possessed by some sex-crazed demon while he mercilessly fucked his little boy’s mouth, his head spinning with the forbidden taboo nature of their situation. “This is my son!” He thought, “I’m fucking my son’s mouth! I’M GONNA CUM IN MY SON’S MOUTH!”

Only moments after internalizing that last thought, he was done for…

“OH MY FUCKING GOD! OOOH SHIT, SWALLOW MY LOAD SON! THIS IS THE COCK THAT CREATED YOU! THIS IS THE CUM THAT GAVE YOU LIFE! NOW DRINK! DRINK IT DOWN SON! DADDY’S GONNA FUCK YOUR MOUTH EVERY SINGLE DAY FROM NOW ON!”

With that, his cock kicked, unleashing rope after rope of thick, white hot jizz into his son’s eager mouth, which was now dripping with long strands of mucus and bubbly spit while Greg coughed, almost puking while he struggled güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri to swallow, his shiny, sweat drenched face streaked with tears.

On fire with lust, he looked up, in total submission, locked eyes with his father and loudly moaned around his cock, aroused by the feeling of Jack’s sweaty, cum-filled balls slapping against his chin with every thrust, then smashing hard against him while his father — his very own father! — reached out to collect two fistfuls of his hair and forcefully pushed him all the way down on his angry, pistoning cock.

Greg gagged violently, coughing up rivulets of cum-filled spit while Jack completely bottomed out, pumping the last of his sticky load down his son’s spasming throat while holding him firmly in place. In that moment, Jack crossed a line he could never un-cross, slipping into a perverted trance, soaking up every last drop of incestuous sin…now catching his breath and whispering…

“Yes! Oh, fuck yes! I love fucking your mouth, baby! You made me cum so fucking hard! I hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did. Tell me son, do you like it when daddy fucks your mouth?”

At long last, Jack released his Vulcan death grip on the back of his son’s head as Greg came up for air and sputtered, “OH YES DADDY” …then sucked in yet another lungful of air… “I LOVE IT WHEN YOU FUCK MY MOUTH!” There were still long strands of his saliva that drooped from his chin to the tip of Jack’s slowly deflating cock.

Greg’s face was utterly destroyed. He felt like a total whore and he looked the part. He was especially turned on by the mere notion that his father had promised that this would be a daily routine. He imagined his father unbuckling his belt the second he walked through the front door after school, and falling to his knees like a good little slut while his own father ritually fed him his daily regimen of thick, hairy daddy dick.

“Alright son, now it’s your turn” Jack’s weary voice snapped him out of his dirty little daydream. “Why don’t you sit down on the edge of the bed while I suck you off? Would you like that, baby?”

Greg was surprised by his offer. He wasn’t expecting his father to return the favor! He was perfectly happy to be the submissive cum slut in their new incestuous relationship, but as he looked down at his throbbing cock and thought about his own father bobbing up and down on his swollen member, he güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri almost blew his load just thinking about it.

“Do you really want to?” he asked.

“Well, it’s only fair isn’t it? I mean, what kind of asshole gets triple-A service like that without having the common decency to return the favor? I’m not exaggerating son, that was the best goddamn blowjob I’ve EVER had! Besides, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to suck cock, and right now, I can’t think of anyone’s cock I’d rather have in my mouth than yours, son.”

With that, Jack leaned over and passionately kissed him. Minutes passed, their tongues greedily searching out every corner of each other’s mouths. Eventually, Jack realized that he could taste his own semen rolling around in his son’s freshly fucked mouth, and even though he never even thought to sample his own semen, he was incredibly turned on by the wickedness of licking his own spunk off his son’s cum-glazed tongue.

Now, there was no doubt in his mind. He suddenly wanted nothing more than to suck his son’s cock with every ounce of enthusiasm he could muster. He now desperately wanted to be on his knees between his son’s legs, with every last inch of his baby boy’s erect penis stuffed down his throat. He finally pulled his mouth off his son, looked deep into his eyes and whispered…

“I wanna suck your cock, son.”

Hearing those words made Greg’s cock leap with excitement. He couldn’t believe his ears.

“I want you to fuck my mouth just like I fucked yours, and I want you to empty your balls down my fuckin’ throat.” Jack hissed, the lust in his eyes burning with the heat of a thousand suns.

Suddenly, Greg shot to his feet and plopped onto the side of the bed like he was told, spreading his hairy legs and offering his straining cock to his horny father, who quickly dropped his knees, spit on his hand, and began furiously jerking him off.

“Oh, shit Dad, if you do that much longer, I’m gonna come right away!”

“That’s what I want baby!” Jack kept jerking, “Go ahead and cum. We can take a little break, and then I can suck you off again when you’re all soft…so I can feel your cock get hard in my mouth. After I’m done, you’ll have nothing left! I’M GONNA SUCK YOU DRY!”

With that, Jack gulped down his son’s raging cock and savagely sucked for all he was worth. Even though he’d never done this before, he was güvenilir bahis şirketleri now possessed with cock lust. On his way down, he would deepthroat as much as he possibly could before his gag reflex immediately kicked in, but he was desperate to please his son, so he pushed himself and took his son’s beautiful cock all the way down to the base until he buried his nose in pubic hairs.

On his way back up, he made a point to swirl his tongue along Greg’s sensitive frenulum, feeling all those tiny bumps along the ridge of his swollen, throbbing glans at his lips, sending a wicked thrill down his spine just before he plunged back down, swallowing his son whole, occasionally coughing up precum mixed in with what seemed like gallons of slimy spit, which ran down his son’s sinewy member and pooled in the dark, curly forest of pubic hairs.

“OH FUCK!” Greg cried out, trying his very best to hold off for as long as possible and enjoy the sloppy, incenstous blowjob. “I don’t think I’m gonna last much lo– OH, DADDY, FFFUUUUGH”

Greg erupted like a dormant volcano when he suddenly grabbed the back of Jacks head, thrusting his hips up, forcing his ejaculating cock all the way down his father’s slimy throat.

“JESUS CHRIST DADDY! SWALLOW MY CUM! FUCKIN’ SWALLOW IT! OOOOOH!”

Jack gagged and puked up a neverending river of cum. His eyes snapped open, filled with instinctive panic. Even though he wanted this to happen, he just wasn’t prepared for it. Deep down, he was enjoying this, but his throat muscles were on autopilot, trying their damndest to expel his son’s throbbing cock, emptying the contents of his balls directly into his stomach.

Greg cut him some slack and backed out of his throat so just the head was in his mouth. This was the part that Jack enjoyed the most: feeling his son’s salty mushroom head pulsing, warm bursts of thick cum painting his tongue and flooding his mouth. His eyelids were now hooded with intense arousal as a long, sultry moan rolled out of him. He fell in love with the creamy, buttery texture, and the mildly bittersweet taste that overwhelmed his senses.

In that very moment, Jack was addicted to cum. He knew this marked the first of many blowjobs he would thoroughly enjoy, not just with his son, but with any man he desired in the foreseeable future, even though he was certain he could never love anyone as much as he loved his boy.

The thrill of sucking his son’s cock was an experience he would never outgrow. He would fall to his knees and drain his balls anytime his son wanted. He only hoped that his son would allow him to suck his dick as frequently as HE wanted to.

He laughed to himself at the thought, “He’ll have to chase me off with a broom”.

THE END

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Jonathan stared out over the balcony railing into the garden below. His heart ached horrendously over the loss of his best friend. In his mind, he conjured memories of the past years with Peter that only proved to make his pain even colder and harder to bear.

It seemed the vast darkness that surrounded him would quickly swallow him up. He felt caught in a vacuum of utter solitude and aloneness, so isolated now, as if no one could ever understand the pain and hurt he felt. And his mind kept going back to that night at the hospital, the words the man had spoken riveted through his being like glaciers sliding, frigid and heavily over ridges of icy walls.

Without warning it effused from his being. He gripped the railing tight leaning forward as he began to wail. Pain issued from his being with gut wrenching sounds that permeated the night, cutting through the silence like so many double-edged swords. It seemed to hang in the air, surrounding him unrelenting and heavy, tormented where the cries he made. His body shook violently, sweat beaded over his brow and upper lip. Tightly his fingers gripped the railing that caused the knuckles to blanch.

All he knew was the pain he felt and that he was utterly consumed with it. Soon, it became all he could do to stand there, as his legs becoming weak and slowly went to his knees, then finally sat on the cold concrete floor of the balcony. Grasping the vertical bars of the structure he leaned his cheek against one of them weeping soundly for a long time.

***

Peter looked both ways at the airport, before crossing the street and disappearing inside among the throngs of people there coming and going, some waiting for flights, or family coming in from some other origination. His eyes constantly roamed the area around him in search for any suspicious characters standing around, someone he might have known from his organization, or some other that might have been sent to retrieve him.

But, so far, he had seen no one as he ducked into the men’s room to put on a disguise. Closing the door of a stall that he rushed into, he set up his little lab from the suitcase he was carrying. For a moment, he thought about Tony, one of the masters of disguise, a very talented man when it came to changing his looks. He had even fooled Maurice when that scoundrel had been arrested in Russia.

His challenge would be to hide his hair; it had always been the greatest problem to camouflage. Concealing it would mean either cutting the length, or affixing it some way on his head and wear a wig. Dying it now would take much too long, he thought to himself as he looked into his small round portable mirror. And Jonathan would be highly upset if I cut my hair at all.

Still, he emerged from the men’s room approximately fifteen minutes later, when he heard the final boarding call for his flight. He was now wearing wire-framed glasses, a thin mustache and goatee. His hair was shoulder length and dark brown that was tied back in a short ponytail. The suit he wore made him appear to be a businessman about to board a flight for some meeting with associates.

His gate was purposeful, determined, appearing to be someone of some importance. Possibly a CEO of some 500-club business that was sending him on a very crucial trip. It was well known among Peter’s peers that he detested having attention focussed on him, so when a few of the terminal employees converged upon him suddenly to assist him, those that had thought it might be him, turned away looking else where.

Stepping onto the plane, he quickly found his seat, after storing his carry-on luggage. He buckled himself in, then waited for the craft to take off, which was only five minutes later. As it did, he looked down through the small porthole window to silently say his good-byes to the ones he loved so dear.

***

Later that evening, Jonathan stood in the adjacent bathroom, of what once was his uncle’s bedroom, staring at the mirror. What he saw looking back at him seemed to him to be the ugliest sight he had ever seen. He hated himself purely, through and through, there was no denying that fact. It was as if all of the love he had once found inside, for himself, he had completely lost somewhere between the hospital and the mansion. Isolating himself in his uncle’s room and office, he refused to see anyone, or talk to anybody. He hadn’t eaten a bite since he had been home, everything that was brought to him left untouched.

Bruce, Tony and Greg had decided to give Jonathan his space to grieve and work this out for himself. Yet, they were becoming quite worried after several days had gone by that they had not seen him come out of that room. The only way they knew he was still alive was that the maid would make the effort to physically see Jonathan and converse with him each time she took his meal to him, and each day she went in to clean the office, bedroom and bathroom.

The three of them sat at dinner talking about the situation at hand, when canlı bahis şirketleri she returned from Jonathan’s room with yet another untouched tray of food.

“Did he eat anything?” Bruce asked holding his breath afterwards while he waited for her answer.

“No, sir. And I tried to get him to come out of the bathroom, but he wouldn’t. His voice didn’t sound normal, sir. I’m really worried about him now.” She had set the tray on the buffet table to talk to Bruce; her voice fluctuations spoke loudly of her concerns.

Tony was on his feet knowing what was happening now, by what she was describing. Much of what she hadn’t said was his greatest concern.

“Tony, where’re ya goin’?” Bruce asked pushing from the table as he did.

“I don’t have time to explain, Bruce,” he stated hurriedly as he rushed to the huge double doors of the dining room. “But, you’re welcome to join me, I might need your help with Peter not here to coax Jonathan out of the bathroom.” Not wasting another minute, he shoved the heavy door open and disappeared.

Bruce and Greg looked at each other silently for a second, both of them having the same thought at the same time. They stood together and headed for the door in a rush.

Jonathan’s hands trembled as he drew long and hard on the cigarette he had lit. Putting it in the ashtray, he took the butt of it, turning the cig to rid it of excess ash. When he was satisfied, he placed the now pointed cherry of his smoke on the small rounded ridge of the disposable shaver. No longer allowed to have the regular razors, he had quickly learned how to gain access to the tiny sharp edge inside the plastic casing of the shavers. There were two places that he would have to melt through to get the metal edge out of the casing. After melting the first ridge he pulled the edge up until it popped lose. Then, he proceeded to melt the other small ridge that was the only thing now holding the assembly together.

All of this took less than a minute to do and he quickly had the tiny metal razor in his fingers tossing the plastic handle and casing into the small receptacle nearby. Sitting on the edge of the toilet seat, he held his arm over the counter and sink, laying the sharp edge to the flesh of the outer edge of his wrist where he bore down with a vengeance.

“Jonathan…”

The sound of his name being called so close to his ear startled him causing him to drop the tiny razor that slid down the sink, into the drain.

“No!” He stood leaning over the sink to reach for the drain; his finger disappeared into it attempting to retrieve his weapon of choice.

“Jonathan…”

Now he stood straight feeling the rush of warm air wash over his ear as his name was called again. Turning he found himself face to face with his uncle again.

“Uncle Jim?” he felt his breath caught in his throat and could hear his excited heartbeat thrum in his own ears.

“You don’t need to do that. What would Peter think of you if he could see you now?” The man’s voice was so clear, frighteningly clear for Jon’s comfort. Mr. Bowman’s expression was full of obvious disappointment. The affect of it caused Jon’s heart to sink lower than it had been.

“Baby, answer me. What would Peter think of you, if he could see what you are doing to yourself?” the man reiterated his question clearly.

“I don’t want to live without him,” Jon’s voice quivered as the tears came again. He had thought he had cried all there was left in him to cry, but now, he knew differently.

“Baby, he’s not a dead man that you will join on the other side. In fact, he is very much alive and doing what must be done for your protection, as well as the same for your friends Bruce, Greg and Tony. If you do this, when he returns, he will be hurt so deeply. You know that. So, why? Why are you doing this to yourself? Answer me now.” The last Mr. Bowman spoke firmly as in a demand.

Jonathan trembled knowing that tone of voice all too well. What would follow if he didn’t comply would be painful and frightening. At least, that is how it was when Mr. Bowman was alive.

“I am not going to hurt you ever again, Jonathan!” The man’s voice boomed, filling the room hanging there like dead weight. “You still have not answered me!” He used the same tone again, firm, imposing, threatening, as he stepped closer to Jon who leaned back, bending over the counter and sink. Unconsciously, Jon felt the fear of God invading his being as he snatched air, and shook violently. But still he did not answer.

Clinching a fist the man brought it up, slamming it down onto the marble countertop. Jim’s wrath was always explosive when he allowed it to escape his control. “I told you to answer me, Jon!” He roared at him in apparent anger.

“I don’t know!” Jon yelled back courageously. “I don’t know why! All I know is it hurts so bad inside, that I have to find an outlet for it!”

“Then find a new one, Jon,” Mr. Bowman’s voice was so calm and serene it was scary. canlı kaçak iddaa “Find something less damaging and more positive to release that pain. Workout with Tony and Bruce, take a walk in the garden, paint, draw, write a book about your life, but stop hurting yourself and trying to kill yourself. Your time hasn’t come yet, boy. You have decades ahead of you to accomplish so much. Take what I’ve given you – what is yours to use for good – and do something constructive with it.”

“Uncle Jim,” Jon moved toward him embracing the man fully, resting his head on Jim’s shoulder. “Stay with me tonight. I really miss you so much.”

Silently the man pulled Jon closer to his body and planted a light kiss on the top of the young man’s head. It lingered there for a long moment, before it ended, then he rested his cheek there. “When will you finally become angry, Jon? When will you hate me for what I’ve done to you?” Jim almost whispered to him. “You have to stop this, boy. You have to let me go. You have to realize that you are so much better than the way I treated you and the things I did to you. You deserve none of it. In fact, you deserve so much better. You deserve the love and care that Tony wants to give you, that Bruce is trying so hard to show you, and Greg longs for you to know, let alone all the pampering Peter has given you. You are better than I am, always have been and always will be. I’m the one that never deserved you, your love, allegiance, or care, Jon,” he paused momentarily. “Are you listening to me?” He asked, as he started to pull away, but Jon latched onto him refusing to be moved.

“Yes, sir. I’m listening.” Jonathan returned softly.

“Then let me go, Jon. Go on with your life and forget me. Let me die. Let me go. I’m not worth your time, or the energy to keep me alive in your heart or soul. I don’t even deserve to be thought of again by you.

“Be happy, Jonathan. That’s what I want for you, to be happy. And I believe you have the makings for that, right there in the room with you. Embrace them and love them with your whole heart, they will give you all that you need.

“But forget me. And do not, for god’s sake, be like me. Don’t even give that a thought, boy. I forbid it. You will be so unhappy, so consistently bitter. It will destroy you – and that – I would become very displeased about. Don’t make me come back and punish you for doing this. I will, Jonathan! I mean it! You just take what I give you, now, and make a new life for yourself. You deserve that, my love. You actually deserve more, but I can only give you what I have. So, take it and go on with your life. Be a good boy and make yourself happy.”

Jon wept recalling those were the very words Mr. Bowman had said on the tape they viewed in the lawyer’s office not long ago. “I don’t want to let you go, Uncle Jim. I want you here with me now – Always – it can be different than before. I know it can,” he looked up into his uncle’s face, which was contorted with pain and frustration.

“No, Jon, that time is past, now. I am gone. I can not undo what has been done.”

“But, you don’t have to…”

“Jonathan!” Mr. Bowman cut him off, suddenly gripped Jon’s upper arms strongly and shook him vehemently. “Stop it! Listen to me! I – am – dead! Do you get that? I – am – dead! But, you are alive, boy! And everyday you are, you become more and more like me! I can’t have that! I will not have it! I told you I would come back to punish you, if you even thought about it, and I meant it, boy! Why do you think Peter is gone now? Why? Huh? Why, Jon? The most valuable treasure of your heart is gone, now. Why, Jon?”

Jonathan detached from Mr. Bowman stepping slowly back from him. His heart sank into the very pits of his belly, feeling as if someone had reached into him only to rip it from his body. Tears formed in his eyes spilling out onto his face.

Jim knew this would affect Jon’s emotions and his opinion of him, even though he knew he had nothing to do with Peter leaving, he used it to force Jonathan to the emotions he needed to feel. “Yes, Jon. Hate me. Be angry with me. You need to become angry, boy. Hate me. Let it fill your being, so you can heal and let me go,” the man was urgent as he spoke.

“You’re lying, Uncle Jim. I refuse to believe you,” Jon stubbornly quelled his emotions then.

“Am I? Then what other reason can you come up with, brat? Tell me, because I would love to hear them,” Jim folded his arms over his chest grinning at Jon wickedly.

“You only just said a few minutes ago that he left for my protection, Uncle Jim,” Jon protested boldly.

“Yes, so maybe I lied then,” the man’s smile broadened.

Jonathan giggled.

“You think this is funny, Jon? You’re pushing your friends away. You need them now, more than ever, boy. But you’ve shut yourself off from them. When is the last time you had a roll with Tony, or Bruce?”

Jonathan’s smile slowly faded.

“Well?” Mr. Bowman’s smile didn’t falter.

“In canlı kaçak bahis the motel. Bruce has been longer.”

“Mm, Hm…” Jim dropped his arms shifting a little. “And you expect me to stay and take what should be given to them.”

Now Jonathan looked confused.

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, Jon. I would love nothing more, but you’re neglecting them. Right is right, wrong is wrong, and in this case, right would be for me to say, ‘no’. Not until you start acting like you should. If you can’t put out to the ones you love, then you won’t put out for me. Not anymore.”

“Huh?” Jonathan rattled his head in complete confusion and shock.

“You heard me, Jon. Now, turn around.” Jim motioned with his hand, as he said the last.

“Why?”

“Just do it, boy. Turn – your – ass – around.”

And old familiar apprehension came over Jonathan, as he complied, but slowly. He gasped as he felt the man behind him brush against him.

“That feels good, Jon? I think you’ve forgotten how it feels, haven’t you?” Jim whispered into his ear.

“Maybe – a little,” Jonathan returned softly, snatching air again, as he felt his hair being moved and soft kisses applied to his neck. He turned his head away to give the man more room. When he did, he felt nothing more. Waiting a moment or two, he became a little confused.

“Jonathan! Get yer ass out here! Now! I won’t call you again, boy! I’ll break this damn door down!”

Startled, Jonathan jumped, hearing Tony, banging on the bathroom door shouting from the other side. “I’m coming!” he called back turning to see Jim had again, disappeared.

As soon as he pulled the door open Tony grabbed Jon’s upper arm, dragging him further into the room. Taking hold of one of the young man’s hands, he turned it and the arm this way and that, to inspect it for cuts all the way up to the shoulder joint. When he was satisfied, he took the second hand turning the palm up, immediately noticing the small cut on the outside of the wrist.

“I knew it, Jonathan!” He pushed the sleeve up inspecting the rest of Jon’s arm. “Where’s the rest of it?” He released the arm and hand, then placed his hands on his hips.

Jonathan stood silently watching Tony stare at him long and hard. He took in the man’s features as if for the very first time. He was tall. His hair was dark and long, which he tied into a ponytail with several thick black elastics at even intervals down his back. The eyes were large dark mysterious almonds, surrounded by thick dark lashes and thick trimmed eyebrows. His nose was average and rounded. The lips full and turned up in a wicked grin at the moment. The man’s jaw seemed squared. His chin curved gently. The cheeks were high suggesting he be of foreign origin.

His skin was darkly tanned, smooth and unblemished. His shoulders broad and strong, the arms and chest seemed to be sculpted with muscles. His waist was trim. The man thighs were as thick as Jonathan’s waist, bulging with strength and power.

“You finished undressing me?” Tony grinned wryly at Jon.

“No, actually,” Jonathan stepped closer, took his face in both hands laying one on those fine lips of Tony’s.

Right away the man embraced Jon literally surprised by his response. He pulled the young man closer to him, strongly keeping him there while every urge he had had for Jon in the past weeks surfaced uninhibited. Becoming lost in the powerful passion Jon was lavishing upon him, he couldn’t help but return it in like manner.

Heavy breathing soon drifted over the ears of Bruce and Greg, who then looked at each other again wondering what the hell had come over Jon suddenly. Then they began to think that maybe they should leave the two alone for a while, even though Bruce was already beside himself with need for the young man in Tony’s arms

Jon disconnected from Tony’s lips to move down over his chin to his throat where he took in a mouthful of flesh biting gradually until Tony finally sucked air through clinched teeth.

“Damn, baby,” he grasped the back of Jon’s head filling his fist with a handful of the young man’s hair. “What’s gotten into you?”

Jonathan chuckled though he felt like a fish out of water, being he wasn’t used to being the aggressor at all. But he was being very affective at getting his point across, so he didn’t worry too much about it.

“Hey, doc,” Tony said then gasped as Jon had moved to another spot on his neck doing the same as before. “Shit,” he tightened his hand that was still full of Jon’s hair producing a moan. “Why don’t you and Bruce help me do a cavity search? See where he’s hiding his razors?” A wicked grin played on his lips, suggesting much more than just looking for something harmful to the boy.

“I think we can accommodate you very well.” Greg agreed. “Maybe I should call down and ask for my box of gloves.”

“Oh, yeah,” Tony chuckled. “I think he would enjoy the feel of latex up his ass.”

Bruce laughed. “Now, that is wicked guys.”

“Well, I think he deserves it after all the crap he’s put us through!” Greg protested lightly with a chuckle in his voice.

“Well, far be it from me to stop the medical profession from its progress.” Bruce chimed with a laugh then.

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The night was black and silent engulfing the castle in a traitorous state of peace. As the royal family of the ancient city of Mamafé slept, a looming threat was at its gates. Near the small south entrance of the legendary, impenetrable Wall of Arms, there was a wishing well only used by superstitious merchants hoping to sell their goods to the rich citizens. A group of free fighters descended down the well and made their way into the sewers that ran under the city. Having traveled hundreds of miles from their mine worker village, the armed men knew the fragility of dirt and stone better than the elite who felt protected by it. With foreigners entering in the capital, so would begin a rebellion…

Danomas, his captain called him Dany, had just been selected to the prestigious Guard of Queens. A training that started when boys blew first seed and lasted until manhood had been achieved by killing someone in the Guard Games. It was the only way a low born like Dany could find himself in the great castle of the royal family. Dany wasn’t big or muscled like the other men that were selected. His shoulders didn’t fill his armour and he never had a maiden offer him her womanhood for free. But, he found, his thin sticks hit just as hard as thick ones. He even had the benefit of being swift and lean, flexible where others were stern and slow. Still, it was no surprise that he was assigned to guard the servant entrance of the castle instead of the guard duty of one of the members of the family. Oh, how Dany had longed to be one of Princess Setifia’s guards. He would protect that beauty like she was his and hold her close when danger loomed. Perhaps she would thank him by letting him underneath her silk dresses and touch her supple breasts, her presumably equally soft stomach and down her… No! Dany stopped his fantasy. The only thing more painful than longing for a love he would never feel, was to feel his member grow hard in his tight iron armourcup. He controlled his thoughts by focusing on his actual duty. Listening to the silent soothing summer night.

It was in that moment a swoosh, not louder than a gush of wind, drew Dany’s attention. He turned away from the gorgeous endless view over the city and into the dark hall. Had he imagined it? A splash of water. It wasn’t obvious but it was there, Dany was sure. He checked his surroundings and with the weight of punishment for abandoning one’s post crushing down on his conscience, Dany entered the long hallway.

The servant quarters had no night candles, leaving anyone blind. Dany relied solely on his excellent hearing, achieved over many nights guarding his father’s stock on their farm during his childhood. Unfortunately, the unavoidable rattle of his own armour betrayed his presence and clouded his hearing. Dany waited, perhaps it was all just a cat. Indeed, for a good ten minutes nothing happened and Dany thought it best to return to his post. With his turn, he heard the unmistakable choke of a man who’s throat is slit. Dany would never forget the sound since that day in the Guard Games. An enemy was near.

Without hesitation Dany, against all discipline, stripped himself of his breastplate and kneecaps. If he were to win this hunt in the dark, he needed to play into his strengths. This is how it came to be that when Dany neared the chamber of the servants dump, the unflattering stench more apparent than ever before, he managed to trick the intruders that had crawled out of the hole in the ground. He threw his armour to the other side of the hallway, with screeching clunks and scrapes that seemed to echo throughout the city, causing his prey to look the wrong way. Dressed in nothing but his linnen, Dany breathlessly sneaked up to every breathing person he could hear and slit their throats without hesitation. One, Dany ducked swiftly. Two, he rushed across the room. Three. Dany tripped over a body and fell beside it. In the darkness he could spot the empty eyes of Pennydal the cook. Distracted, Dany too late heard the unshielding of a sword, but soon enough felt the cold of the blade against his skin. When death didn’t come, he dropped his knife and surrendered. A husky, baritone voice filled the room.

“Show me the way to the princess.”

***

Dany pumped as much water into the bucket as he could, dreading the moment he’d return to his captor. If only he had a way to alarm his fellow guards upstairs. To escape, Dany hadn’t been in the castle long enough to know every route, and he was sure that his attacker would catch up to him, this time less merciful. He returned with the full bucket of water and found the man, buck naked, standing in the room. Reluctantly, Dany showered the bucket of water over the dirty man. When the man didn’t move and looked at the cloth, Dany squeezed it and started to clean off the dirt off the intruder. As water seeped through his fingers over the hard, muscled chest of his enemy, Dany plotted what to do next. But no thoughts came. Instead, he was distracted by the rounded hardness of the man’s body. illegal bahis His shoulders, bulged and steady, his arms wide and strong, his stomach ripped and smooth. In the darkness, cleaning this male body purely based on touch, Dany felt his member grow again, only this time it had the freedom to do so.

“If you’re on a mission it’s better to feel fresh and clean, don’t you think?” the man said to Dany with an inappropriate coolness. Dany nodded, only then realizing the man might not see his reaction.

“I had planned to kidnap the princess covered in shit, but this is way better.” Rubbing the water out of his eyes, the man casually walked towards Dany’s amor. They had already disposed the bodies down the sinkhole and washed away the blood. There was no trace of the infiltration. Dany looked at the sword, shimmering in the moonlight, which lay close enough to reach, especially now the man was occupied putting on Dany’s damn armour.

“Go ahead, you’d be quick enough, I bet”, the low voice said while barely fitting Dany’s skirt over his own broad hips. Dany waited for a trick, but the warrior in front of him seemed wholly unconcerned. Without hesitation, Dany reached for the sword and put it on the muscular neck of the man.

“Like I said, go ahead.” That casual smile Dany could see annoyed him. He wanted to cut off the man’s head, long wavy black hair and beard and all, but something in him resisted.

“You do not fear death?” is all Dany could think of.

“Of course I do, I’m not an idiot.” That damn smile again. “I just take life as it comes. I expected my men and I to kill every guard on the way up, and yet we are, them already slaughtered by the first slave we meet. Forcing me to carry out a suicide task with you as my prisoner. If you kill me now, it will save me quite the hassle.”

“I am not your prisoner or a slave”, Dany sneered, observing the man in front of him. His eyes were piercing blue and friendly. He put his long hair into a bun as Dany lowered his sword, revealing huge biceps and shoulders that filled the armour perfectly. Dany was in awe. This was exactly the kind of man that maidens would offer themselves to.

“I will not kill you. You will face the judgement of the king,” Dany said, remembering the City Law he learned by heart.

“Forgive me, but I’d rather not.” Dany had stared into the blue eyes too long and the man grabbed his wrist and twisted Dany around like a girl in a dance, putting his sword hand up in the air while Dany’s own knife was drawn against his throat from behind. Dany could feel the warm breath of the man in his neck, his cool iron plate against his naked back.

“You really have to be quicker if you want to surrender me to that bloated fool,” the man quipped. Dany felt challenged. He laid his head back on the man’s shoulder, creating space between his throat and the blade. He filled it with his wrist, pushing the knife away, ducking down quickly and swinging the sword like a stick.

“Quick enough?” he smiled triumphantly. The man’s smile suddenly turned impressive and Dany felt validated.

“I’m in awe, I admit. It only hurts to see my beautiful sword mishandled.” He pointed at Dany’s two hands holding the base. Dany coughed embarrassed.

“Young guards are not allowed swords,” he admitted painfully.

“Switch then?” the man offered back Dany’s knife and Dany strangely obliged.

“You’re not from the city. You have a country accent. Aseah?” the man asked.

“Kundor, by the river Dath,” Dany replied proudly.

“Ah yes, I should’ve noticed. Skinny, healthy farm and fisher folk,” the man said, but now his eyes were scanning Dany’s body. He felt the stare fall over his chest, down his stomach and linger on his linnen. Dany felt a tingling in his lower region again.

“My name is Boras. My mother, bless her heart, called me Bo until the day a slave merchant ended her and gave me a different name.” Dany found, the man… Bo’s, casual speech inappropriate. Yet now the rugged brute in front of him had earned some pity on his part. It reminded Dany of a beaten dog in need of a hug.

“What do they call you?” Bo said, in a demanding tone Dany felt obedient to.

“Dany”, he said softly. Before he came back to earth. “You will not take the princess!” Dany said, suddenly aware that Bo had been distracting him.

“I might and I might not. I’ll see how it goes. Have you ever met a slave merchant, Dany?” Bo stepped closer to Dany, his eyes piercing once more. Dany weakened.

“No,” he said, his voice frail again.

“Of course you have. They don’t care for much except trade. They do business in the capital. Do you know who buys the most slaves?” Bo asked, his casualness had been replaced with a worried, more captivating tone.

“No,” Dany said, almost uncertain. Bo was only a little bit taller than he was but his width and height impressed Dany enormously. He felt like such a boy, such a small weak boy, compared to the big man in front of him.

“The royal illegal bahis siteleri family. Or did you think that skinny cook was here by free will?” Bo looked angry at Dany, but he had a point. Pennydal had been a limp ageless man, never tasting the delicious meals he prepared. Dany didn’t think much of it, but now he realised all the servants were not nearly as dedicated or happy with their assigned position as he was.

Dany must have been lost in thoughts for a while because when he looked back into Bo’s eyes they were filled with pity themselves. Dany once more felt the tingling down stairs and now even in his stomach. For a second he wished Bo would always look at him like that. Until Dany reckoned he wasn’t a slave and didn’t need Bo’s pity. It was a great accomplishment to serve in the Guard of Queens. Bo must’ve seen the change in attitude because he lifted one of his hands, one of his enormous, strong hands, and rested it on the back of Dany’s neck, wrapped it in a warmth and comfort Dany had never felt.

“Are you really free?” Bo asked, pitiful once more. Dany felt aroused at the touch of his hand, he felt his cock harden underneath the linnen, but the freedom to do so felt so good Dany didn’t want to stop it, though he hardly understood why it happened. He looked at the broad body in front of him and rested his hands on the breast plate that never fitted him. While he looked, Bo’s big hand slides down to the small of his back and pulled him closer. Dany was surprised, being so close to his enemy and panicked when Bo closed his eyes and leaned forward.

Dany had never kissed anyone before. He had to try his best friend Ariannah before he left for the Games but she had averted his kiss and pecked his cheek. “Save it for someone you truly desire” she had said, confusing him because she had been all he had desired.

As the stubbles of the beard itched against his hairless chin, everything Dany had known about desire was blown to peaces. The wet lips and slime, the penetrating taste of his hard tongue, gross, yet soft and Dany let him in. When his mouth wrapped around his own, Dany melted. Every muscle in his body surrendered and he fell into the embrace of his attacker. He wrapped his arms around Bo’s neck and Bo wrapped his around his thin waist, resting his hands underneath the linnen on Dany’s buttocks. They kissed wild and passionately, and Dany imagined their tongues to be ships on crashing waves in a stormy sea. Bo started to walk, without interrupting their kiss, and coordinated Dany into the hall.

“Where can we be alone?” he said, Dany sort of dazed at what was going on. The answer was quite obvious; Pennydal’s room.

***

Dany doesn’t remember how they went through the sleeping quarters unnoticed, with his armour clinking to every wall he and Bo fell into, stumbling making out. Bo had picked Dany up from the floor like a feather, thin legs wrapped around a broad waist, and carried him into the room. When they crashed onto the bed with much sound, Dany didn’t care about the death penalty towering over men who lay with men. When Bo stripped and the iron fell to the floor, Dany didn’t care about who might hear. He was too absorbed into the moment, too obsessed with seeing Bo’s broad hairy chest and ripped stomach again, too happy to feel the big muscled arms wrapped around him, comforting him in ways his life rarely ever did. When Bo was naked once more, Dany saw another man’s hard penis for the first time. In the training he saw limp cocks the entire time. But now it was erect and strong and it pushed in between his legs. In a natural instinct, Dany lifted his legs a little bit and knew he made the right decision when he felt the slightly wet tip push in between his cheeks.

Bo towered over Dany but stopped in his tracks. He wiped some sweat off his forehead and looked flustered. Dany thought this endearing and smiled, lifting up his head to kiss him. But Bo was serious, his jaws clenched, his eyes staring through to Dany’s soul. Without saying a word, Bo opened his mouth and for the first time softly, slowly let his tongue massage Dany’s. Altering between this intense, warm sensation and short kisses on the lips, Bo lowered his big body onto Dany’s, pressing his weight on the small man Dany felt it like a warm blanket and wrapped his arms around Bo’s broad back as a male organ was sliding up and down in between his cheeks.

Bo lifted his head, spit in one of his hands and reached down. Dany wondered what he was doing, but Bo stared him down again. As Dany looked into those mesmerising eyes, he felt a cool goo and the big head of Bo’s cock against his back entrance. Dany wanted to protest, ask what was going on, but Bo looked serious at him, before thrusting harder. It hurt, it burnt, and quickly the goo was gone and the head was dry again. But once only the tip of Bo’s cock had only felt an inch inside Dany, Dany knew what he wanted. He pulled Bo in for a kiss, lifted his legs and didn’t make a sound when he felt the cock thrust through canlı bahis siteleri the tight ring.

Dany felt so much pain he thought he’d faint, but the only thing he wanted more than to pass out was to make Bo feel great. And boy, with every inch his big dick pushed inside his virgin hole Dany heard Bo moan in ecstasy. When Dany was convinced his entire hole had been filled with cock, he thought maybe that was it. To his surprise, Bo started to move, returning the burning pain to his hole. This time Dany wanted to protest, but no use, Bo was no longer serious or caring. He started grunting, heaving as he lifted himself on his fists. Only his lower body was now moving, his hips pushing against Dany’s ass, shaking his scrawny legs in the air. The entire image turned Dany so on he no longer felt any pain. He just wanted to be ridden like an animal.

Bo roared as his movements started to be streamlined, the sound of skin slapping against skin, a rush as the skin of his thick dick slid past Dany’s sphincter and into the warm flesh inside, all the way into Dany’s deepest core. Rhythmically, Bo kept bucking his lower body and he found time to kiss Dany again, though this wasn’t passionate, more short and demanding. Dany didn’t know how long Bo was drilling his ass, but it felt like forever. When Bo got tired, he lowered himself down again, Dany wrapped his legs and arms around him in comfort, but his dick kept thrusting and Dany’s ring kept sliding up and down. It needed to, it must. Suddenly the thrusts were slower, and Dany felt how the dick almost entirely left his hole before plunging back in entirely. Dany went mad of lust and clenched his asshole, hoping to keep the big stick in forever. Bo moaned in response and suddenly started to shiver, his moans growing louder and Dany felt something inside.

Dany noticed Bo laid almost entirely still, suddenly sweat everywhere. When Bo finally pushed himself off of him, his dick had already gone soft and left Dany’s gaping hole. Dany looked at Bo, wondering if he did something wrong. When he saw Bo smile and clean his sweaty forehead, Dany felt something dripping out of him. First he thought it might’ve been something nasty, but he realised it was the same stuff that always came from his dick. Elated Dany turned to Bo.

“Must we stop?” Bo laughed, his heavy voice shaking the room.

“I can’t go on my love, the night is still long and I have a mission to fulfil.” Bo put on his armour for the second time. In shock, remembering how he found himself here, Dany climbed off the bed and rushed into the hallway. He ran to the end, cum still dripping down, and looked outside. Indeed, the moon had not moved as much as he thought. When he turned around, Bo threw his knife at him, which Dany caught.

“Come on, show me the way.”

***

Dany’s floppy feet slapped against the cold stones, the smack bouncing off the walls in the dark. He feared someone might hear him and simultaneously this excited him the most. He deeply breathed in the cool night air, as he neared the warmth of the Royal Chambers. A sharp slopping sound drowned out his steps. As he pushed himself against the wall and peaked around the corner of the open entrance to the Princess’ chamber, the slopping was shrill and loud. This afternoon, Dany wouldn’t have known what the sound was, but now he recognised it as the cause for the white goo still running down his legs. With care and precision he slid past the wall and peaked around the corner. He saw the princess, resting on her elbows and knees, her face in the sheets, as her bottom was high up in the air and the pelvis of the Captain of the Guard of Queens slamming against it.

The Captain was older but strong, his broad shoulders and intimidating muscles hardened by years of training. Yet here he was, all flexed almost tired out, as he pumped the princess while she moaned in delight. This afternoon Dany would’ve been jealous of the Captain, but now he wondered if he could be like the princess. If there would be more men like Bo who would be willing to do this to him, instead of a women. Dany was distracted by the unlawful act before him, and remembered his task. He was supposed to distract the guards, so Bo could sneak in and kidnap the princess. Now the princess was entangled onto the guards, the plan seemed to be complicated. He had to find Bo and stop the mission.

Just when the captain pulled the princess by her hair, revealing a scream of pleasure from her mouth and her stern breasts to the sight of Dany, he himself was pulled by his neck and for the second time that night, felt the cold metal of a knife against his throat.

“How dare you tresspass to the Royal Chambers, new blood?” an angry voice said in his ear.

Dany was dragged back into the hall, away from the open chambers, down the stairway from which he had come. His naked back slammed against the wall and a candle further down the stairs lit the face of his assailant. It was a guard, Dany recognised from his training. One of the older ones, but still young and eager enough to admire the Captain. His lips were soft and his jaws were clean, an opposite of Bo. Though Dany had only experienced the real touch of a man only just now, something inside him ached at this blunt use of force.

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Abby and Ashley had just moved into their apartment in a not so good neighborhood in Philadelphia. Abby’s husband took off with another woman and left his wife and daughter with nothing. The change from suburban Upper Darby to this run down place was both striking and depressing. Though she had been a stay at home mom for the last eighteen years the thirty-seven year old mom resolved to get a job and provide for her eighteen year old daughter and herself. The slender mother realized what little money she had from the sale of the house wouldn’t last very long.

Ashley couldn’t help but notice the look of concern on her mother’s face and stated, “Don’t worry mom. I’ll graduate from high school in two months and I’ll get a job too. Everything is going to be alright just wait and see. Please cheer up mom.”

Abby forced a smile and answered, “Honey that’s nice but what about college? You leave the wage earning to me and concentrate on your studies.”

Ashley added, “Well I could help out with a summer job anyway.” It had been a rough day and Ashley had to start her new school the next day so they both went to bed early.

After pounding the pavements looking for a job the tired mother returned home and was surprised to find the apartment empty and wondered where her daughter was. It was after 6pm and she should have been home from school long ago. Mom was relieved when her daughter came barging through the door at seven-thirty but wondered at the girl’s disheveled appearance and demanded, “Where have you been young lady? You look a mess and dinner is ready. I’ve been worried sick about you.”

Ashley told her mom, “I’ve met new friends and we were dancing. Sorry I’m late, let me freshen up for dinner and I’ll be right back.” Abby was pleased that her daughter had found new friends but told her to be home earlier for dinner in the future. After a couple of weeks Abby announced that she would like to meet her daughter’s new friends and asked her to invite them over for dinner Friday.

Friday night four black girls came for dinner and they kissed and embraced Ashley and her mom. One tall girl with enormous breasts kissed mom passionately and grabbed her buttocks as she pressed her huge globes tightly against the delicate mother. Mom felt strangely aroused but just thought the girls were very friendly. As they ate pizza Abby noticed that three of the girls looked much older and learned their names were Linda, Wilma, Betty, and Madison. The stocky girl named Wilma announced, “The pizza was great and now we have a surprise for you!” Her and Linda went to the car and returned with a big cooler filled with coke and they also had two bottles of Bacardi Rum.

Wilma took charge and fixed drinks for everyone after she told the others to get comfortable in the living room and put on some good music. As planned she added an aphrodisiac and some Valium to Abby’s drink to make her horny and relaxed. The plan was to turn mom into a black cunt scoffing slut just like her little girl. Ashley sat on the sofa with three black girls as Madison squeezed next to mom on a small love seat. When Abby took a drink she realized it contained alcohol and blurted out,”I don’t drink and besides I have to go out again in the morning to find a job. I can’t do this and my daughter is not allowed to drink. She is a minor.”

Madison whispered in her ear,”Don’t worry mommy we have taught your little girl how to drink and so much more. I have a friend that owns a lingerie shop and I will take you downtown tomorrow to meet her. Now be a good little mommy and tomorrow you will be employed. All you have to do is relax and enjoy yourself and a good word from me will get you hired.” Madison kissed and licked her neck and ear as she tilted the glass so that the confused mother would swallow more of the drink. She then instructed Wilma to get another round.

Abby’s head was spinning and she couldn’t understand why she was so aroused. Abby really lost it when Madison began kissing her passionately and inserted her long fat tongue in her mouth. The sensual black beauty brought Abby to her feet and they slow danced in a tight embrace. The white mother was so turned on but she didn’t want her daughter to see her like this. Then she spotted her girl dancing with two of the other girls. Ashley was in the middle as both black girls were grinding into her. One from the front and one from behind. Suddenly Wilma was pushing into her from behind and she felt something that felt like a big dick pressing into her tight butt but thought that it couldn’t be possible.

The next thing she knew all the black girls disrobed and then canlı bahis stripped mother and daughter naked. Madison brought Abby’s face to her huge ebony breasts and commanded, “Suck mommy. Suck these big black tits then I’ll give you a very special treat.” While she nursed on the mammoth melons she felt Wilma’s mouth and tongue on her anus and flooding pussy. She quivered with delight as the tongue and mouth worked magic on her aroused pussy. She spotted her daughter on her knees eating pussy and was shocked and ashamed that watching her own daughter’s lewd and degrading act turned her on so much that she reached the best climax of her life. The next thing she knew the tongue was replaced by a huge strap-on dildo that pumped in and out of her stretching little love hole. At first it hurt her so much but soon the pain gave way to sublime ecstasy.

As Wilma and Betty pounded pussy with vigor Linda and Madison taunted, “Fuck the shit out of the two skinny white sluts. Make them scream out for more. Don’t forget their puckered brown holes. Bet this will be the first time taking it up the ass for mom but we all know that Ashley loves it”. Abby thought that she would die when the massive intruder entered her rectum but she merely collapsed after another quaking climax.

The black girls allowed mom and daughter to regain their composure before demanding that they both crawl to the sofa. All four black girls were sitting on the sofa with their legs spread lewdly. Madison commanded, “Ashley get to work on Wilma and Abby get between my invitingly spread legs and just sniff the smoldering sweet treat I have for you. Watch your little girl gobble up some beautiful black cunt and learn just what is expected from you. When you are ready put your mouth on my waiting chocolate pie then you are permitted to eat the motherfucker. All white women adore and worship juicy black cunts. Some just don’t know it yet. Just wait and see how much you love it mommy. When I’m finished fucking your pretty face you will be hooked and won’t be satisfied until you can feast on some chocolate cunt again. You will be begging for it. As a matter of fact I want you to plead with me right now for the honor of giving you this juicy treat.”

Abby was fascinated watching her girl feast on Wilma. Madison was playing with her hairy opening. The sight and smell of the aroused woman was driving her crazy. She couldn’t understand how she could be so turned on watching her daughter eagerly pleasure the black girl and her overwhelming desire to do the same thing to the voluptuous Madison. Finally she implored,”Please let me do it now. I am begging you.”

Madison teased, “Do what now Abby? Tell me exactly what you want to do to me.”

The white woman felt ashamed and humiliated but her carnal cravings were out of control . The moist dew drops leaking from the aroused pussy only inches from her face combined with the alluring aroma peaked her desire so much that she begged, “Please let me eat your beautiful pussy. I want to bring you pleasure and I’ll do anything you ask. Please!”

Madison told her,”This is a cunt bitch,not a pussy. You are a pussy. Oh hell I can’t wait any longer. Put that face of yours between my legs and and scoff the motherfucker all up. Hell yeah! Lick and suck it. Sooooo Fucking gooooodd! You are a natural born cunt lapper. Fuck yeahhhhh! Don’t stop, here it cums.”

Abby was lost in lust and couldn’t believe how good the juicy cunt tasted but was startled when a warm stream of savory cum filled her sucking mouth and splattered all over her face. They all laughed knowing this was the first squirter the woman ever saw let alone drank. Mom and daughter were then made to eat every cunt and ass that was served them. They totally loved it and didn’t stop until they fell asleep.

The next morning over breakfast Madison stated,”So very nice of you to feed us Abby but then we feed you both plenty of juicy chocolate hair pies don’t we? By the way mom Linda is your daughter’s school mate and we are some of her older friends. We are in our twenties. Now Linda and your daughter have to get ready for school and I will take Abby to meet her new employer. Dress up good for Ruby to impress her. I guarantee you that Ruby will be the most stunning woman that you will ever meet and eat! Ha ha, hee, hee.”

On the drive to Ruby’s store Madison dropped off her two friends and told Abby, “Your dressed way to conservatively for Ruby’s taste but she will soon take care of that. Kiss unemployment goodbye and prepare to meet your future.” Abby was excited but couldn’t help but wonder exactly what was in store for her.

As bahis siteleri they entered the shop Ruby kissed and hugged her friend in greeting. Madison explained that Abby needed a job and would be perfect for her. Ruby gave the nervous white woman the once over and asked, “Don’t I know you? You look so familiar.”

Madison announced, “This is Ashley’s mommy. Don’t they look a lot alike?”

Ruby answered, “I declare, they could be twins. Both have blonde hair, big blue eyes, tiny tits, pretty faces and the same skinny frames but now that I take a closer look it is clear that this one has more miles on her. I could use some more help but you must work hard and do as you are told. While you are here your whole reason for existing will be to sell the merchandise and attend to my every whim. I have many needs and you must satisfy all of them is that clear? Do you feel that you are up to the task?”

Abby was trembling and muttered, “Yes ma’am. I do understand and will do my very best to sell the merchandise and attend to your every need.”

A naughty smile crossed Ruby’s face as she stated, “Humm, Ma’am, I like that and have decided to give you a chance.” She thanked Madison for bringing her new employee to her and took Abby by the hand to her office. The thirty-one year old Ruby instructed the two black women on the floor to take care of business while she was occupied. The amazon black beauty sat at her desk while Abby filled out the application. When she finished Abby looked up at the most amazingly gorgeous face she had ever seen. The piercing dark eyes, the red lips so full and inviting, and the entire presence of this alluring woman commanded adoring attention. The intimidating six-foot-two-inch goddess stood and questioned, “You seem so uncomfortable my dear. Do I make you feel that way? I see desire in your pretty blue eyes and your mouth is wide open. It appears that I am the object of your lust and cravings. Is that correct my dear? I’m flattered but we can’t let that be a distraction while you are here at work now can we?” Ruby strolled to the other side of the desk and leaned back into the desk. The smoldering siren was positioned just inches from the bewitched white woman’s face. She lifted her dress and in a sultry voice offered, “I want to let you worship at the alter between my legs before you go to work. Feast on my delicious black cunt to your hearts desire. I want to satisfy your carnal cravings before you go to work. Now dig in and enjoy my pretty pet!”

Abby was speechless and just stared in awe at the inviting chocolate treat between the wide spread ebony legs. As she whiffed in the amazing aroma of this turned on woman and watched the dew dripping from the hairy honey pot Abby was compelled to feast between the shapely legs of this dazzling creature and bring this goddess as much pleasure as she possibly could. Abby tingled all over as her tongue entered the delicious cavern and explored the divine love tunnel. Ruby grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and held the woman’s face tightly to her erupting volcano. Strong ebony legs held Abby’s head in a vice like grip. Ruby moaned, “That’s it baby, eat it it all up yeahhhhh! Nibble on my fat pussy lips, suck my clit, put your whole fucking face in there. Oh my God! Here it cums, fuck yessssss! Drink it all up bitch and don’t spill one drop of my cum. Yessssss! Oh, oh, fuck yesssss!”

With her face covered by woman cum and her eyes glued shut by the sticky gooey fluid all Abby could declare was, “Oh ma’am that was so fucking awesome. I am at your service when ever you want me. You taste so divine. I never imagined that it could be this good. Thank you so very much. That was fantastic!” The white mother licked her lips to savor every drop of the cum that she loved so much.

A wicked grin crossed Ruby’s stunning face as she offered, ” So glad you liked it but there is more in my cunt and some dripped down into my big butt so why don’t you get busy and lap up all that good stuff. Drink from the flowing fountain of your black goddess and don’t stop until you have finished every last drop.” Abby eagerly obeyed and didn’t just lick all the leftovers but brought Ruby to another tremendous orgasm. Ruby was pleased that not only her cunt and ass were licked clean but Abby’s tongue and lips traveled down her shapely legs and even cleaned her shoes.

The ebony goddess then said, “I suppose we should clean you up and teach you the job but your pretty face looks do fucking hot covered with my gooey cum. Bet that would turn on some of my customers as well!You will receive a decent salary and there are lots of perks that you can get bahis şirketleri from servicing some of our more demanding clients. Most of our customers just come in to purchase lingerie and other garments but we have a select few that want their lesbian needs catered to. I know who they are and will tell you if they want your services. I have Lola and Misty for the white women and now I have you for the black lesbians. Oh my it’s getting late. Where did the time go? Your sales training can wait until tomorrow but don’t worry you are on the clock. Think I’ll send the girls back here to feed you some more black pussy. You are such a needy slut aren’t you? Just stay on your knees darling. These black bitches are fucking nasty and by the time they are done with you that flicking tongue of yours will need a rest. See you after your next meal my pet.”

Lola and Misty entered the office and wasted no time stripping for their sex toy. Abby delighted in eating pussy and ass for a couple of hours. Her face was fucked so furiously that it turned beet red from the friction but still she couldn’t get enough. Abby not only loved the pussy but she thrilled at eating out their ass-holes as well. The girls left her alone and Abby collapsed on the floor wondering how she could have transformed from a perfectly normal mother to a black cunt craving slut. Somehow she felt strange thinking about what she had become but at the same time she felt thrilled and content. She couldn’t recall ever feeling better than when she was feasting on a black cunt. Especially if that cunt belonged to Ravishing Ruby .She passed out exhausted but totally satisfied.

The next five weeks flew bye for Abby. Each and every day she improved her skills to the point that she became the best saleswoman in the store. There were many women both black and white that requested her services. She was paid handsomely for her lesbian services even after splitting with Ruby. The other girls approached Abby and informed her that she was wanted in Ruby’s office. Her heart skipped a beat and her whole frame tingled with delight at the thought of Ravishing Ruby allowing her to feast on her chocolate delicacy. She entered the office full of eager anticipation. The boss invited her to have a seat and announced, “My dear woman, you have become a real asset to the store and me and you will be getting a well earned salary increase beginning this week. Your sales have gone through the roof and you are also my top lesbian service earner. Business has been so good that I have decided to hire another white worker. There are many that would be delighted to fill the position but I thought of your daughter. As I recall she loved eating my scrumptious cunt just as much as her dear mommy. The added income will put you both in a great financial place. You look disappointed. Why?”

The needy mom explained, “It will seem strange working with my little girl and she will be looking at going to college soon but anything Ravishing Ruby wants is fine with me. My look of disappointment is only because I had hoped you called me into your office to dine on your delicious cunt. No matter how many women that I’m with I’ll always crave more of you. That’s all ma’am.”

The Amazing Amazon stated, “That is extremely flattering my love but you have nothing to worry about at all. I enjoy feeding you my juicy cunt as much as you adore eating it. As a matter of fact the juices are starting to flow as we speak and I behold your beautiful face. Just as soon as we finish this matter it is dinner time! I will get your daughter into a top local school and she can work for me part time. A couple of the best teachers are good friends of mine and they will be sure Ashley is admitted to the college. It will require her eating lots of ebony candy but that shouldn’t be a problem should it? Little Ashley loves eating my juicy cunt just like her mother does. I look forward to having you both in my office together. Just think of all the fun we can have together. Just picturing in my mind you and your daughter on your knees worshiping my ebony body together is making me so fucking horny. Come sit on my lap and nurse on my huge boobs before I serve you my juicy cunt for dinner. Let’s go!”

In the blink of an eye Abby jumped on her lap and began to nurse on the huge ebony breasts with fervor. The white mom sucked one nipple while fondling the other. As Ruby moaned with ecstasy Abby whispered, “I love you!”

Ruby was touched and ran her long fingers through the blonde hair saying, “I really can’t express exactly how fond of I am but my desire is to have you with me for the rest of our lives. Let’s plan a vacation real soon! We can go anywhere in the world my dear, any place you want.” They had wild and wonderful sex ending in a sixty-nine feeding frenzy. Then they cuddled tenderly in each others arms.

THE LOVING END

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E and I were room mates in college. We shared all our little secrets, studied together and such, we compared notes on girls and on one occasion or more we even shared them. Those stories are out there for you to read. This story is of a weekend after I had graduated when I went back to my college for home coming. E still lived in the frat house, we had been room mates in the dorms and then at the frat house, but now since I was gone and he was frat president, E had managed to get a room of his own. It was pretty nice, much like a mini-apartment. When I told him I was coming up for the weekend he insisted I crash on his couch instead of paying for a hotel room. I wasn’t about to argue. I had too much student loan debt to be renting expensive hotel rooms.

I arrived Friday night after work and a long drive at about 8pm. E jumped on me as soon as I walked in. We hadn’t seen each other in at least 6 months, a long time for guys who used to live together for 3 years. The frat house was almost empty since the guys were all out boozing it up for the celebration weekend. E grabbed my bag and started to carry it to his room. I followed and we began talking. He told me he needed a shower before the evening, I said I would need one too after working all day. E grabbed a towel and headed into the shower while I got settled.

When we were room mates we would often sit in the door of the bathroom and talk while the other was showering when there was something going on. After I got done unpacking I approached the bathroom door and started to open it to talk to E. I was surprised to see that there was no shower curtain on his shower. He was standing there in the stall naked and soapy. I started to close the door, but he stopped me and said that he wanted to talk. I felt a little shy, but he insisted. I sat down in the door way facing the other way in an effort at modesty, but as soon as I looked up I realized I could see his full body in the mirror anyway. E was smiling at me, “You like the view,” he said. I turned red. He explained that he set up the shower this way so that when girls stayed over he could see them shower no matter how hard they might try and hide. I said something about awkward situations like the one we were currently in and he shrugged. He said that he hadn’t ever had a guy shower in his room. As he talked his rock hard dick bobbed up and down. It wasn’t really a bad situation just unexpected. We had been roommates for ever and had seen each other naked on plenty of occasions, but there had always been a girl around or just in passing on the way to the shower. We had never just been naked alone together.

As E finished up in the shower, I thought to myself that I had forgotten how large of a cock E had. He wasn’t quite as large as I am, but he was definitely well above average. I myself am well over 8 inches. E must have been almost 8. My dick is so heavy it hangs when hard, but his pointed strait to the sky. I kept stealing glances at him as he showered. E was in amazing shape, one of those guys that work out every day, six pack abs and everything. I am close but no where near as ripped. I didn’t realize at the time but E was well aware of my stolen glances the whole time.

When he finished he stepped out the shower and began toweling off. When he had his head covered drying his hair, I stared at his cock as it glistened and the water continued to bead up and run off of it. E began walking around the room still naked and drying off, so I decided to take a shower. I was being more modest still, so I closed the door thinking E would let me shower in private. illegal bahis As I lathered my own hard member I couldn’t get the sight of E’s beautiful dripping cock out of my head. I was slowly stroking myself when I heard E clear his throat. I was so embarrassed that I almost fell over in the shower. I had no where to hide since there was no curtain, so I just turned away. He began to laugh. I asked, “What the hell is so funny.” E said, “Man, it isn’t like we haven’t seen each other naked and I’m sure we both were jacking off in our dorm room at the same time at least once, relax.” I began to feel a little better but I was worried that he might have though, well, that I was thinking about him. He came into the room still naked and just leaned against the counter and watched as I continued showering.

“Don’t worry about blue balls,” he said, “we’ll get you taken care of soon enough.” I finished up and began drying off. E left the room but when I was dry I noticed that my clothes weren’t in the room. I could have sworn I left them on the counter. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into the main room. (Mind you, there was only a bathroom and a bedroom that served as a bedroom and living room, just like a dorm room would.) When I entered the room E was reclining on the couch still naked. “Dude, where are my clothes,” I said. E looked up from the TV, still hard as a rock and smiled. “Did I not tell you that there is a strict no clothes policy in my room, I like to be naked and any chicks that come in must abide,” he said. “Yeah, but I’m not a chick,” I replied. He continued to smile, “Sorry a rule is a rule, you’ll get used to it.”

I looked at him as he continued to sit there and smile. “Are there any other rules I should know about,” I asked. “No that is the big one,” he stated. I was uncomfortable as hell, this was just too weird. I started to walk away and as I turned his hand shot out and yanked off my towel. “Rules,” he said. E threw the towel over his shoulder toward the bathroom as I sat down on the edge of the bed. I turned toward him and was surprised to realize that I was still hard as a rock. E smiled and said, “Doesn’t it turn you on to just know you have to be naked in here. I’m hard anytime I’m here.” This finally got through the ice and I cracked a smile. I asked what the plans were for the weekend. E told me about all the activities planned for Saturday and Sunday, but said that the drinking was the only option for the night. I asked when we were going to head out and E told me he wanted to stay in and catch up for a while, since we hadn’t seen each other in forever. He went over to his fridge and pulled out a few beers.

I took a swig from my beer and started to relax. We sat on opposite ends of the couch, some porn playing on the TV and started to reminisce about the old days. After about an hour of catching up, the subject turned to girls, more specifically conquests. We always seemed to have a rivalry going about who could score the hottest girl. E started talking about the time in our senior year where we had tag teamed my then girlfriend Amber after a night of boredom and drinking in our dorm room. At one point Amber had managed to, and I’m still not how, but I blame alcohol, maneuver our hands so E and I were each grasping the other’s dick. We both stroked each other a couple of times, but nothing more happened. When E started talking about that I noticed his dick seemed to be getting harder and throbbing and I started to wonder what he was going at, but then I realized that my dick was hard as a rock too, so I just went along.

When illegal bahis siteleri E looked at me and told me that he had wished more had happened between us that night, I knew where he was going. I took another long swig of my beer. I looked at E and told him that I had had many fantasies about how we touched each other that night and what might have happened further, but that I didn’t think I could actually do anything. He looked at me and asked why not. I replied that I wasn’t gay and didn’t want to be or even be bi. He said that just fantasizing about it made me bi and that I should embrace the curiosity.

I told him that I wasn’t sure what to think. He looked at me, deep into my eyes and told me not to think, that is what was holding me back. E proceeded to move beside me on the couch, facing forward watching TV. Ever since the encounter where we touched each other I had fantasized about playing with E’s dick, so I decided to just go with it, he obviously had thought this out. As I looked at the TV, I noticed the porn was now devoid of any girls. There were two rather attractive guys and one was going down on the other. I felt my dick twitch at the sight and must admit that the guy giving the blowjob seemed to be doing it with more passion and intensity that any girl I have ever seen. As I watched entranced, I felt E’s hand brush across my leg. A tremor ran through my body as he slowly encircled the head of my cock with his palm and stroked down my shaft. E was sitting to my right on the couch, cock throbbing and gently pulling up and down on my dick. He had stopped looking at the TV altogether and was staring intently at my dick as he stroked it. He looked up at me and said “It is so hard yet so soft at the same time, so smooth against my fingers.”

My curiosity had completely gotten the best of me and I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft. He was right, his dick was hard as a rock, yet soft in a way that cannot be easily described. I was taken aback by how natural it felt to be holding another guys dick in my hand. I rolled the head around in my palm and felt my palm get wet as his precum started to leak. I had always loved the taste of my own precum and was curious to see how another guy tasted. As I raised my palm to lick his precum and E just stared. It was salty and sweet and very similar to my own. I looked E and asked if he had ever tasted his own precum. He said he had many times but was curious to try mine.

With that he stood up from the couch and walked in front of me, his throbbing cock was just inches from my face. Even after just showering, I could smell his masculinity. I though he wanted me to suck his dick, but before I could even reach out for it he was on his knees between my legs. He leaned forward and tentatively kissed my throbbing cock head. His lips parted and he ran his tongue across the slit of my head taking away the bead of precum that formed when he took hold of my dick. As his tongue slid back into his mouth the faintest of moans escaped. I was so turned on that I was ready to explode. I felt like I did the first time I was ever with a girl and I was bursting with anticipation. I looked at my cock and couldn’t believe how engorged I was. My veins were all popping out, my cock was standing rigid and my cock head was almost purple it was so swollen. E moved in close to my dick again and just before he placed his lips on my head he looked up at me.

His blue eyes seemed to penetrate strait through me and I could see the lust that was boiling behind those eyes. I didn’t know exactly what was going to happen that canlı bahis siteleri night but suddenly I was ready for anything.

E’s lips met my cock head and he began to kiss it slowly, each time leaving my dick wetter and wetter. My head was shiny with the mixture of precum and his kisses. He had me recline back against the couch and sit with my legs spread so that my balls hung over the edge of the couch. E grabbed my wet head with his hand and began rubbing in small circles, at the same time he bent forward and sucked one of my balls into his mouth. I have always loved this feeling, but I can’t even begin to describe the ecstasy that his mouth brought. I have never had my balls treated so exquisitely before. I could feel each ball warming as he rolled it in his mouth and his tongue played and flicked against it. I laid on his couch moaning and wanted nothing more than to feel his hot mouth around my shaft.

He finally let my balls rest and began licking my shaft up and down. His tongue felt amazing. As E moved back up my dick he kept going and allowed my head to come to a rest on his tongue. Without closing his lips he guided my dick into his mouth with his tongue and with his mouth still open he began sliding up and down so that my dick entered his hot mouth but only touched his tongue.

I was so enthralled in his technique. No girl had ever been so seductive in giving a blowjob before. I was starting to think that it couldn’t possibly get any better, but then E closed his lips around my shaft and I knew that I was wrong. E worked his magic slowly. He would slide down my cock until I could feel it hitting the back of his throat and then let it slide all the way out of his mouth again. He was slow and methodical, taking his time. Every touch took on a new pleasure. His hands roamed my body the whole time, caressing every part of my body. I laid there moaning like never before and as he kept going I felt the need to push further into his amazing mouth. I placed both hands around the back of his head and on each thrust in I began to push just a little further than he wanted. I could feel him strain against me and the power of control started to make me even hotter.

I could feel each tiny movement of his lips across my shaft and watching as I pulled his head down onto my cock made me crest over the edge. He must have known that I was going to cum soon because he started to do some amazing things. First he let go of my shaft completely and placed both hands on my balls. He cupped my balls from behind and began gently squeezing and rolling them with his right hand. He took his fingers from his left hand and began tracing my balls at the same time. The pleasure couldn’t get any better than this. I was wrong. He took as much of me into his mouth, my hands still around his head and began to moan while gently moving up and down in tiny strokes on my cock.

I could feel my veins bulge and somewhere deep within my balls a release. It was everything I could do to keep my eyes open. I wanted to watch my first guy blowjob come to fruition. My head slammed against the back of the couch. I let go of E’s head and held on to the couch cushions as I could feel the orgasm rise through my shaft. I let out a deep moan as my body began to shake. The world stopped, I stopped hearing sounds and felt as if the entire world had stopped moving. All I could concentrate on was the throbbing of my cock. I felt the cum spew from my cock and it must have taken E by surprise since his eyes shot open as it hit his throat. He kept pumping up and down on my dick until every last drop of me had spilled forth. He looked up at me, my rock hard cock still right in front of his face and my cum dripping down the side of his mouth and broke into a smile.

Please let me know what you think about this story. I will continue the story soon.

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I’ve been fantasizing about a gay experience for ages, so i finally decided to do something about it.

I met him through craigslist, explaining that I’ve never been with a man and would like to try it. He said he’d picks me up at mine. I answered the door to him in what he asked me to wear, just sweat pants, t-shirt, shoes and no underwear. “Just have to grab my wallet from the other room” i say. “Don’t worry about that, I’ll drop you back off at yours after were done” He said.

We pull up to a some apartment block, we walk into the foyer, he waves to the security guard and they both give each other knowing smiles as we head to the lift, i don’t notice which floor he selects. When we get to his, he showed me into the front room, straight away he puts me on my knees. “Now, slut,” he said “Here’s how it’s going to be. I give the orders, you take them. Understand?”

I nodded slowly, starting to imagine what might be in store for me. As I’m looking up at him his hand moves to the back of my head where he grabs a handful of my hair,he tells me to un-zip him and take out his cock, hes holding me so close to his groin that when i finally pull down his boxers his cock falls out and hits me on the forehead, its huge, at least 8 inches long, and very thick, he starts to slap my face with his dick. Suddenly he stops and slams his cock into my throat. I could taste it on my tongue as he held my head firmly and started to pump his thick meat in and out of my mouth. I started drooling around it and moaning as he hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag.

“Mmmm, that’s it, slut” he moaned ” I knew you’d be a good little piece of ass when I saw you.” Suddenly, güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri he forced my head all the way down, and slammed his cock up into my mouth. His cock forced into my throat and I started to gag again fighting to get some air around the throbbing invader. I pushed at his hips, but he held me firmly.

“Mpppgghhhhh…” I moaned, desperately trying to breathe.

“Just relax, you little cunt, you’ll get used to it”. He reached down with one hand to slap my ass and my body jerked forward, seating him even more deeply in my throat. He pulled out and I gasped and coughed as he swiftly shoved it all the way back in. For what seemed like hours, he mercilessly fucked my throat, giving me just enough time to gasp for air. After a time I could take it all the way into my mouth without choking and I could feel my nose grind into his pelvic bone with every thrust.

He finally pulled out of my mouth. I slumped over to the side exhausted,but he grabs my head again, i thought he wanted me to keep sucking, but it was my face he wanted to splatter, not my throat. He held my hair and aimed straight for my eyes. He hit my left eye before I could shut them. It hurt but he kept shooting. He covered my young face with his thick cum, it was in my hair, my eyes, even up my noise. It was dripping off my face on to my cloths. All he does is laugh and say “I like my sluts frosted.”

As I’m struggling to even see, he walks round behind me, push me onto all fours and pulls down the sweat pants.

I knew what was coming and I felt like a bitch in heat as I heard him spitting on my ass. I felt his cock head at my ass and he muttered “This’ll güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri probably hurt a little” as he started to push forward against my virgin asshole. The pressure of his cock increases.

Just as his cock pushed into my virgin ass, I realize that hes going to fuck me bareback, I screamed and wiggled my hips, not sure if I wanted him to pull out or give me more. It didn’t matter as he grabbed hold of my hips, saying “don’t worry you’ll love it you Lil slut.” and continued to rape my ass with his engorged cock. I was whimpering incoherently as his cock slowly slid inch by inch into my tender ass.

Finally he forced himself all the way into my ass, I felt his balls slap against my thighs softly. They felt heavy and warm. It felt like his cock was going to come out of my mouth he was so deep in me. It hurt, but felt good at the same time. “At long last,” he said “Now, hang on.” he started to pull his cock out of my ass. “No, please, more” I screamed in my head as he left just the tip of his cock in and slammed it back into me.

I shrieked in pain and pleasure as he began to truly fuck me. My head was spinning as his cock slammed deep into my rectum and forced it’s way back out. I wiggled my hips and slammed my body back at him, trying to get more of it in me.

“Who’s little bitch are you?’ He asked grunting as he thrust deep into my ass.

“Whaaa….” I moaned, stunned.

His cock stopped pistoning in and out of my ass. Punctuating each syllable by slapping my ass he asked “Who’s…little…bitch…are…you?”

Understanding, I moaned “Oh god, your, yours, please fuck me, fuck me hard and deep.” güvenilir bahis şirketleri I whimpered forcing my hips backwards, trying to get his cock deep into my ass again.

He backed off causing me to moan “Beg for it, whore.” He said cruelly.

“please fuck me!! Fuck me anytime, anywhere, just please fuck my ass!! I screamed.

He plunged it deep into me again, pounding my hole even harder, I could feel it stretching my ass wide open as I gripped him and tried to get it deeper and deeper.

“Cum for me, cunt, I want to see you cum.” he said as he reached around to stroke my cock furiously. My cum spattered onto my sweatpants that have been bunched under me the whole time, I moaned feeling his cock swell inside of me. I had never cum so much in my life as I clenched my ass around his throbbing cock. With a shout, just as I finished Cumming, he starts to cum deep in my ass, grunting loudly. I feel shot after shot of his thick hot cum hitting the inside of my ass. He came for a long time and just stayed in my ass until he became soft. As he pulls out i can feel his cum running down on my legs.

I lay there, exhausted, face down with my ass still in the air, my ass open and fucked raw, my insides and my face dripping with his cum. He patted me on the ass, chuckled and called me “Daddy’s little slut”.

After a couple of minutes he seems to recover, he roughly drags me to my feet, pulls up my sweatpants, drags me to the door, at this point he said “ill give you a ring the next time I feel like a fuck” and roughly throws me out. I lie there for a minute in the hall, still completely exhausted. When i finally pull myself up, I can barely stand or talk, hes fucked my throat and ass raw.

So there I am standing in the middle of a hall in an apartment block with no money, no way home and his cum drying on my face, in my hair and leaking out of ass to stain my back of my sweat pants.

I realize I’ve been used like some whore . . . and i loved it.

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Please note that a condom was used during the penetration involving myself and the stranger, something I have omitted in this version of the story. Safe sex guys, always.

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The back of our house isn’t overlooked, only if the guy next door who rents some of our land is working there do we see anybody. If it’s a warm day, we can sunbathe without rushing to or from the beach. Dave, my boyfriend always keeps his trunks on, and if he’s there I can go naked as he can keep an eye out for the old man. And him next door. He’s pleasant enough and probably wouldn’t bat an eyelid but I’d rather he never saw me in the buff.

We knew the old guy and his wife were definitely not at home as they’d asked us to look after a few chores, feeding their chickens mainly, which took us about half an hour and as the sun came out, we lay in the back garden with a bottle of cheap sparkling wine, well chilled, and both of us stripped naked to get some sun on our bare arses. It was a great feeling, lying their nude and feeling the warmth beating down, bronzing our butts. And truth be told, our cocks too as we were so sure of our privacy we could lie on our backs too, getting some sun on our smooth torsos and, after the cold winter, try to brown the whiter areas of our skin that we’d only managed to expose on holiday 2 months previous and were starting to fade. Dave’s cut cock, freshly shaved, even unexcited, looked tempting and my own grew a little with the warmth, the relaxing buzz from the wine and maybe from some of the naughtier thoughts of where the afternoon might lead.

I too had shaved my balls and cock only the day before so knew the lack of pubes and body hair would offer no protection from the sun but wasn’t concerned as it wasn’t that strong and we were turning over regularly. Neither of us burns easily.

I was dozing and thinking about a whole mixture of how nice the weather was, how fortunate we didn’t need to work this day and so could enjoy it… and how we would enjoy it later having horny sex. The last time, in fact the only previous time we’d done this as our neighbours weren’t away very often, I had to hose down the patio afterwards as it was the first time Dave had pissed on me. It was something I’d pestered him to do many times at the beach, without success so when he stood over me unannounced and showered me in his pee, it took me too long to register what was going on and I only managed to get my mouth round the end of his dick for the last tasty drop.

He stood up and went to get the rest of the cheap champagne from the fridge, deciding as we had drunk more than half that he might as well just come back with the bottle and top up our glasses. As he stepped out of the back door, I had rolled back on my stomach and could see him walking towards me with his cute little cock hanging and swinging loose and was torn whether to enjoy the sun or ride it. However, we hadn’t seen much sun for a while so I decided I’d soak up some more, finish the wine and ride his cock in an hour or so when the warmth of the afternoon had faded.

I looked up as he was stood almost at my head and he spoke but I didn’t catch what he said. However, it wasn’t me he was in fact speaking to and so, with the bottle in front of his modesty, he was in fact having a conversation with somebody on our land that we rent to the neighbour and adjoins his. It turned out it was a plumber who had called to give them a quote for a water pump from their outbuilding to the chicken shed to replace the hosepipe the old man got out and rewound on an almost daily basis. canlı bahis

I remained face down so we must have been quite a sight, me laid on the ground with my arse towards the plumber and Dave stood facing him, clearly starkers too but with a half full bottle of cheap fizz obscuring the view of his cock. I turned my head a little but had to almost lie on my side to say hello and catch a glimpse of the guy.

“We’re just making the most of the sun as the neighbours aren’t in, if you fancy a drink with us you are more than welcome,” I said. The reason I said it was because he was reasonably attractive and I wanted to see his reaction. And Dave’s. He hesitated, as I would have expected, before saying how kind of us to offer him a drink and that as he’d finished for the day having worked for the last 3 just a couple of streets away, he was passing and called to measure for the quote before heading home and that he wasn’t in a rush.

I studied him a little more, he was wearing pretty standard black and grey workmen’s trousers, a tight white t shirt, he was slim with dark hair on his head and possibly chest judging by his hairy arms, clean shaven but with a day’s growth, brown eyes and a fairly big nose. I would say his family was from a Mediterranean/ Latin origin.

“Chair or towel?” I asked him and he said a towel would be fine so I stood up to get another as well as another glass, leaving my cock-shy boyfriend stood there naked, still holding the bloody wine. I returned quickly with another towel and a glass, this time my cock swinging freely as I stepped out of the house. I handed him the empty glass and then spread the towel out so the three formed a great big covering of the slabs on our paved area, all quite warm from the sun above. I looked straight into his deep brown eyes and he smiled and I couldn’t help but smell his sweat, something I love. Not stale and dirty but from that day’s labour.

I sat back down on the new towel at one end and Dave filled his glass before sitting at the other end, leaving just the one between us free. It’s a strategy we’ve used before and does mean even if our company doesn’t undress or doesn’t play, they know the (unspoken) offer is there and we can compare notes about what we’ve both equally seen afterwards.

So he told us his name was Gerard, he’d been self employed for 13 years almost since he left school, he was single and lived about 10 kilometres inland from us. As he was telling the story, he removed his shoes and socks, then his trousers before sitting on the towel in his briefs (black and tight) and his tshirt. I lay down again, on my back so he could- or had to- see my cock and Dave remained sat up. He sipped his drink as he spoke before also getting ready to lie down. He raised his arms to put behind his rough labourer’s hands behind his head, causing his tshirt to rise and I took a peek at the size of his bulge and the amount of hair he had between the bottom of his tshirt and the waistband of his briefs. I also took advantage of getting a good deep breath of his masculinity from the damp underarm and could see the hair protruding from the short sleeve of his tee. I guessed he didn’t use a deodorant, something else I like in a guy who showers regularly.

After 10 minutes or so, Dave poured the last of the bottle in to our glasses, only giving us about an inch each and Gerard would have protested as he was driving but for the fact there was so little. The small amount in the sun and shelter of our garden caused his face to redden a little and I guessed he was hot as he removed his bahis siteleri tshirt too, leaving him there just in his sexy but unbranded underwear. He smiled coyly as I looked at his chest, firm and his body hair was trimmed. Nice nipples too, medium sized and dark coloured, something I thought as my cock stirred a little, that I could suck on for a while…

He turned over and his back was smooth, his butt looked quite muscular too in the briefs, and he took a last gulp of his drink. Our glasses were all empty and I rose to put them all out of the way, forgetting I had a semi. Dave noticed and I think Gerard did too, he just smiled at me sexily.

“You guys never worry about burning?” Gerard asked.

“Not this time of year,” I said but he had a point, we have both once burnt at the beach in high season before now, with work and one thing and another, sometimes sunscreen gets forgotten. I told him he probably wouldn’t burn much being olive skinned but he corrected me and said it happens if he isn’t careful.

“And black absorbs the heat so you won’t burn, just cook in those,” I said, tugging at the leg of his underwear just where the base of his butt cheek met the top of his leg. He looked me straight in the eye, didn’t say a thing, remained face down too and then removed his pants. He then placed his hands under his face and I caught another sniff of his armpits, so when he turned away from me and faced Dave, I raised my head to check out his arse (slightly hairy and very shapely) and take a deep inhale of those natural masculine scents. Wow, with the total nudity of the 3 of us, his testosterone aromas drifting my way and the buzz of the drink, I couldn’t help but grab one of those cute hard little ass cheeks.

“You’ll be fine,” I said “but we’ve cream if you want it.” I then thought better of it and wondered if I’d overstepped the mark so took my hand away but he rolled over on to his back, I wanted to check out his cock straight away but decided I’d check out Dave, predictably checking him out.

Gerard had returned his hands to behind his head and was buck naked in between the two of us and his cock was… hard. Almost flat against his stomach, a solid six inches, cut too like Dave. Beneath, his shaven pink nuts almost shone in the sun. I pointed to Dave to go tend to his cock as I leaned over and licked his armpit, tasting and then sucking those hairs so he was wet with my saliva. I was loving it and my own cock was rock hard, throbbing with each beat of my pulse. I looked down and Dave was sucking his cock and playing with his own which was glistening as the first of his many drops of precum arrived.

I moved from his armpit to nipple, sucking it gently, and back again and then kneeled and moved so my knees were at the back of his head, leant forward and started to drink in the sweat from the other side, again alternating once I had cleaned the day’s sweat from there to his nipple. I never saw him open his eyes yet but he had a great beaming grin on his face.

Dave stopped and lifted his head, Gerard’s cock thwacked against his stomach as it popped out of Dave’s mouth and I moved down and took over. Dave disappeared but we know each other too well, he’d gone for the poppers and lube. He returned and stood over me so I stopped now and looked up at him. He had a look in his eye I’d only seen once before and his hard on had subsided just a little, so I took his cock in my mouth whilst slowly stroking Gerard’s and was almost immediately rewarded with a mouthful of second hand sparkling wine; flat, warm, slightly salty and no bahis şirketleri fizz that I could taste as I swallowed like the piss slut I am. Not a drop was spilled fortunately as some guys hate the stuff and I didn’t want Gerard to be put off- but equally such an opportunity was quite rare so I drank as much and as fast as I could.

When Dave had stopped pissing, I straddled Gerard with my arse over his stomach, Dave was behind me kneeling between his legs and back to sucking his cock. As he did so, I opened the lube and applied some to my arsehole before Dave stopped sucking and knelt upright. He placed his hands on my waist either side and lowered me slowly on to the end of Gerard’s cock which he had to move into position as it had been solid, parallel with the floor and his stomach.

I took a sniff of the poppers that I had opened but as we were outdoors in daylight, I didn’t keep hold of them but loosely placed the top back on and put them next to me on the towel. I lowered myself a little and the tip of his knob slipped inside me. I stopped a moment, but Gerard raised his hips and entered me further, pushing just beyond my prostrate and I felt the fattest part of his knob head glide over it, causing me to quiver. I took another sniff of the poppers, and offered them to Gerard who was looking straight up at me. He raised his head from the floor and I held them in position so he could take a hit, then passed them to Dave.

As they kicked in, I clamped my ringpiece round Gerard’s shaft and he swelled in girth as his heart pounded his circulation. Dave came round and stood in front of me again as I started to bob and rock on Gerard’s dick. I licked the tip of Dave’s cock, teasing the precum from his piss slit before taking his entire length in my mouth and throat, in rhythm with what my mancunt was doing to Gerard.

My own cock was standing to attention all on its own, pulsating with almost every hit of my man spot by Gerard’s bell end and as we rocked, I sucked and every few rocks saw an additional lift of the floor by Gerard as he squeezed his butt cheeks together to raise his body by an inch or so, an inch that he ploughed into me.

I really thought Dave or Gerard would shoot first but as he raised himself one more time, without any warning or assistance, my cock shot a string of jizz all over Gerard’s stomach as I shouted some muffled vulgarity. This was followed quickly by another and yet another before I had time to feel guilty about coming all over his hairy body, dried spunk can be a pig to remove, it’s easy for us smoothies, we practically wipe clean.

Dave saw what was happening and decided he could or would hold back no longer and I did the decent thing and let him fill my mouth with his juices before I swallowed them so none would drip on Gerard. He began to thrust quicker too and his breathing deepened and speeded up so I clamped my sphincter down good and hard, holding him within whilst I bobbed and he thrust simultaneously. I then quickly relaxed so he was gliding in deeper and then almost out before ploughing deeper again, primed and ready to fire. And boy, did he fire. I felt every volumous spurt of his jizz hitting and filling my guts from below. The noise he made was confirmation, if Dave needed any, of the deed being done.

And then we just froze for a few moments, post climax. His deflating cock slid out of my pounded slippy arse and Dave reached over to get some kitchen roll for Gerard’s stomach. We cleaned him and offered him the use of the shower but he declined and dressed quickly. We remained naked until he said goodbye, leaving through the garden as he’d arrived, and then, as the sun hadn’t yet faded, opened another bottle of champagne. Only this time it was the real thing, a celebration of the afternoon’s unexpected twist.

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Authors Note: This story includes descriptions of both homosexual and heterosexual liaisons between first cousins. If you find either gay male sex or incest objectionable you should try another story.

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It was March and I was on top of the world. I was in my second year of college and had finally adjusted to life outside the cocoon of growing up protected and comfortable under the care of my loving parents. Some would say that I was smothered in my childhood. I prefer to look at as being showered in love. How much my closeness to my parents contributed to me being a late bloomer is debatable in my mind. Others seem more convinced that I was babied and over protected. Some even insisted that was the reason that what they called a handsome hunk was still a virgin four months short of his twenty-first birthday. I can’t really lay all the blame for my awkward shyness at the feet of my parents.

I knew them and what they tried to get me to be. What dating I did in high school was almost entirely due to their encouragement. My freshmen year at college away from their constant prodding actually resulted in me being less social. I just never felt what I assumed other guys felt. My body had matured normally, but it seemed my libido didn’t follow suit. I was eighteen before I discovered masturbation and that was more accident than exploration.

One morning I awoke early, over an hour before my alarm. My cock was so hard that it actually hurt. Looking back I think it was likely that I was in the middle of a wet dream. Because of the discomfort I pushed my pajamas down and began to rub my dick in the hope of relieving the situation. That was how I had my first waking orgasm. Admittedly it was an eye opening experience. I soon was intently repeating the scene on a regular basis. Still I didn’t really connect the pleasure I was getting from masturbation to dating girls. Of course I knew all about sex. It was taught at intervals in the schools and my parents were very open and forthcoming about almost everything. My father even explained oral sex and other alternative ways to get and give sexual pleasure. Those conversations were for the most part excruciating for me.

Things began to change during the summer between my first and second years of college. Me and my best friend since kindergarten, Jack went on a 30 day backpacking adventure in Europe. He was also a nerdy late bloomer when we started college that seemed to have started rapidly blooming that freshman year. Though he was still technically a virgin when we set out on our trip, he had many sexual experiences to regal me with. He went into great detail about the different techniques employed by the three chicks that had sucked his cock that year. His description of eating pussy made it seem like the nectar of the gods flowed from between a girl’s legs. A guy would have to have been dead not to be aroused by his tales.

For the first week of the trip I managed to find private places to jerk off to relieve the need his stories created. However, one night we needed up sharing a very small room. It was only slightly larger than my closet at home. The bathroom was shared dormitory style and offered no privacy at all. The town we were in was a beach town in southern France. My friend went into great detail discussing what he would like to have done with the nearly naked girls we saw sun bathing that day. The more he talked the more images of the first bare tits I had ever seen live came vividly back to me. My cock grew hard and began to demand attention as he went on and on about sucking their tits and ripping off their skimpy bottoms to lick their pussies. I decided that the only hope was to wait until he was asleep and then jerk off in the dark. But he didn’t seem like he was ever going to stop fantasizing out loud about hot French babes. At some point I looked over his way and saw that he was rubbing his own hard cock threw his underwear.

“I hope this doesn’t bother you, man. All those bare tits got me going. We can’t fucking use the bathroom, it is like grand fucking central in there.”

“Um er, I guess not. I was trying to figure what to do about it myself.”

“Shit, we’ve been friends too long to be shy,” He said and pushed his underwear down.

Suddenly I was staring at the only hard cock other than my own I had ever seen. He looked over at me as he started stroking.

“Well, aren’t you going to beat it?”

I felt like I really didn’t have much choice and there was nothing to lose anyway. He couldn’t say anything since he had started the action. I pushed the gym shorts I was wearing down and began to pump my throbbing cock. Since he continued looking my way, I didn’t bother to avert my gaze away from his cock. As we jerked off in our separated beds we chatted nervously about the girls on the beach and how much we wanted to fuck them. Soon both of us had little puddle of cum on our bellies. He wiped off on his sheets and I followed his lead. Then he got up and turned off the light. We went güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri to slept in the nude without any discussion of what we had done.

The next day we took a train to Italy. The long ride gave me a lot of time to think. I thought of what we had talked about and the girls on the beach and his hard cock. The thing was even though I had talked about the girls and their tits and pussies and wanting to fuck them so badly, I didn’t truly feel that desire deep down. I liked jerking off, but I still couldn’t translate that into wanting to bring another person into the equation. It seemed simpler to just masturbate. Jerking off with my friend added a new wrinkle that I wasn’t sure how to interpret. A few days later we found ourselves in another situation that offered no privacy. Jack just came right out and asked me if I was in the mood. The next thing I knew we were naked and laying in our side-by-side beds jerking off. Neither of us attempted to hide that we were watching each other. But what ever thoughts we had that night we kept to ourselves.

I assume that we would have continued jacking off together if not for a momentous occurrence. Jack lost his virginity to a very mature Italian woman he met on the train from Naples to Venice. I spent our two days in Venice sightseeing alone while he fucked his temporary Italian mistress day and night. Though he never admitted to knowing her real age I was certain that she was at least forty maybe more. The idea of fucking a woman not much younger than my mother creeped me out a bit. We spent our last week in Greece and I avoided discussing sex with Jack. Fortunately all of our accommodations that week offered private bathrooms.

Jack and I have never spoken since about those two nights. But I thought about them a lot. I also thought a lot about the European women we met and ogled as well as Jack’s Venetian lover. Those thoughts led me to consider the idea that fucking might be more pleasurable than jerking off. I dated some more that fall and even managed to both get my first blow job and my first taste of pussy. The girl was not very enthusiastic about cock sucking. She seemed to treat it like a chore she was obligated to do after a few dates. In addition, her pussy definitely did not ooze sweet nectar as Jack had led me to believe. It was a pleasant enough experience and we repeated it a couple of times before we mutually agreed our relationship wasn’t meant to be.

That is one reason I was still a virgin on the most fateful day of my life. The other was that despite taking the next step on the journey of sexual discovery I wasn’t really sure what I desired. My shy awkwardness had vanished. I had no trouble talking to girls or making dates. I was pretty sure that if I really wanted to I could get a girl to sleep with me. But that was the rub. I just didn’t seem to want it bad enough to make it happen. At the same time I didn’t really want anything else either. Some might say I was confused, but the fact was I really just thought jerking off was easier than going through the whole dating ritual to get an orgasm when they we were easy enough to come by on my own. The only thing that troubled me at all that spring was the occasional thought of Jack stroking his cock next to me while I jerked off. I didn’t really know what to make of that.

In the end none of that much mattered because my world came crashing down on March 18th. I am still not sure how I survived the phone call from my Uncle Frank and the days that followed. My parents had been in a freak car accident. They were in the hospital and my aunt was on her way to get me. By the time I got home, my father had died and my mother was in a deep coma. I said goodbye to her silent sleeping body as they removed her respirator two days later. Shock had already set in and I was in a kind of waking coma.

I don’t remember actually signing the paper that appointed Uncle Frank my representative and gave him power of attorney to settle all of my parent’s affairs. I never returned to school. Someone else went to pack up my dorm room and handle the paper work to have me withdrawn. After the funeral, my mother’s sister, Aunt Cecelia took me home to her farm halfway across the country. Uncle Frank, my father’s brother liquidated my parent’s property and established a trust fund that would support me for life over the next few weeks. Only a few very personal things were kept for me. Those were stored away until I was able to handle memories. I didn’t know any of this was happening for almost six months. It didn’t occur to me to ask and no one thought I was of a mind to make decisions. They had been my world and they were gone was all I knew.

Aunt Cecelia and her husband, James were good people that owned a small farm in a very rural area. They had an eighteen year old daughter, Mary and a son, Roger about a year older than me. They were happy and comfortable but they did not have anywhere near the financial means of my parents. Their farmhouse was small güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri and there wasn’t really any extra room for me. But everyone thought I was better off being away from where I grew up and all my other relatives lived in that area. Uncle Jim had worked hard while his wife was away to fashion a private space for me. He had taken an alcove off the living room that had been Aunt Cecelia’s sewing area and curtained it off. He even changed the paint and wall decorations so that it looked manlier. I am not sure if I made a face when I saw where I would be living but he quickly reacted to what he thought was my disappointment.

“Don’t worry, Bill, I plan to get a wall and door built soon. There just wasn’t enough time since your…oh well just don’t worry,” He said stumbling over his words.

“It is fine, Uncle Jim. Please don’t go to any more trouble over me,” I said hoping I hadn’t insulted him.

That was when Roger piped in.

“This is silly. Billy and I have been sharing a room on visits since we was born. We can still share. That is if you don’t mind, Billy. I think my room is big enough to get another bed into it,” He said hopefully.

“That sounds good,” I replied in the flat tone that had become my standard way of speaking.

“Come on, let’s take your stuff up. We can haul the bed up later.”

We each grabbed a suitcase and I followed him up the stairs. His room was adequate, but seemed much smaller than I remembered. As I stood there thinking about squeezing another bed into the room, I remembered that I was much smaller the last time that I was there and so was his bed. Our last two visits had been at my house. Since it had been three years since our back and forth visits came to and end, I figured I hadn’t been in that room since I was about thirteen. He had also traded in his twin beds for what looked to be an extra long queen bed. Considering he had grown to several inches over six feet the larger bed was probably a must.

“Rog, I appreciate you offering to share your room, but if you put another bed in here you won’t be able to turn around. I will be fine downstairs.”

“Bull, you don’t need to be sleeping in the damn living room. Hey, I got an idea. This bed is plenty wide enough for two. We used to share a double at that beach place your parents had. It will be like the old days on vacation.”

The mention of my parents and the beach caused me to burst into tears. It was the first time I had cried over losing them.

“Oh shit, I am sorry, I am ass for mentioning that,” He said as he gathered me into his arms.

I pressed my face into his shoulder and sobbed. He held me and let me cry for about a half hour.

“Thank you, I think I needed that,” I said without lifting my face from his shoulder. “Sharing a bed is cool, if you really don’t mind. It is probably better if I don’t sleep alone downstairs. Fuck it hurts Roger.”

“I can’t even imagine, Billy. But you can count on my shoulder being here anytime you need it.”

“And mine too baby,” Aunt Cecelia said. “I know it hurts but I promise it will get better.”

I looked up from Roger’s shoulder and saw my red-eyed aunt standing in the doorway. I wasn’t really sure what embarrassed me more: saying fuck in front of her or her seeing me in the arms of her grown son balling like a baby. She didn’t mention either one.

“So you two all set to bunk together?” She asked as if she hadn’t heard our conversation.

“Yes, ma’am,” Roger said. “We thought we could make due with just the one big bed though. No reason to drag that old one up here.”

“Probably best, you two would hardly fit if we added another piece of furniture.”

It was soon dinner time. I asked to be excused from sitting at the table that evening. I wasn’t hungry and the thought of a family dinner was just too much for me. After they finished dinner, I watched TV with Roger and Mary for a couple of hours. Since days on the farm start early, bedtime comes early too. Sleep was the one activity I looked forward to those first few days after my parents died. It was the only time when I managed to stop thinking about what I had lost. For some odd reason the sad thoughts did not invade my dreams.

When we got up to Rogers room, I realized that there was a small issue with the bed sharing arrangement. When we were kids at the beach sharing a bed, I still wore pajamas to bed. But I hadn’t owned a pair since I was a junior in high school. More often that not I slept in the nude at home. In the dorm, I wore either underwear or gym shorts to bed. My gym shorts were still at school waiting to be packed up along with the rest of my old life. I wasn’t sure how comfortable it was going to be sharing a bed with a Roger while wearing only underwear. As I watched him unbuttoning his shirt, I knew I had to bring the subject up.

“Um, Rog, there is something I hadn’t thought about.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, when we were kids sharing a bed, I still güvenilir bahis şirketleri wore pajamas.”

“Yeah, what’s the issue?”

“I don’t own any pajamas anymore.”

“Oh, what do you sleep in?”

“Um, well, underwear or nothing.”

“That’s cool, I only wear pajamas when it is cold myself and it sure isn’t cold this time of year. I think we will survive being in the same bed in our skivvies.”

I laughed at his choice of words. But still I felt funny about the whole thing. At that time I was mostly wearing briefs and that day for some reason I had on the briefest pair I owned. Since he said skivvies I figured him for a boxer kind of guy.

“So you usually just sleep in your underwear?” I asked as I pulled my shirt over my head and he began to unzip his jeans.

“Some, but lately, like you I have been going all natural at night.”

“Really? I always wondered if liking to sleep naked was weird or something.”

“If so we are both weird, cuz.”

For some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off Roger. I felt anxious as I anticipated the lowering of his jeans. Neither of us was ever shy, so over the years we had undressed in front of each other regularly. I don’t think I had ever given the idea of seeing him naked a single thought before that evening. But it seemed that the years since our last sleepover had changed my thinking. When he dropped his jeans I saw that he was wearing old fashioned tighty-whities. I also couldn’t help but notice that he seemed to be rather more endowed than the last time I saw him naked. His cock really filled out the pouch of his briefs. Even though I still felt a bit of trepidation about my skimpy underwear, I had to get on with my own undressing. I was painfully aware of how odd it would be for me to stand there staring at my cousin with my pants still on.

“Damn, you city boys go for the fancy undies!” He exclaimed when I stepped out of my pants.

“These aren’t my usual everyday underwear. I bought them when I was dating this girl that thought it would be fun to do a strip show for each other.”

“Damn, Billy, you been getting your knob polished and not telling me?”

“If you mean did I get laid, no, I am still technically a virgin. All we did was oral a few times.”

“Well that is a hell of a lot more than I have done. The pick-ins are pretty slim around here. Most I ever got was a hand job and I dated that girl over a year before she would do that. Damn I have never even seen a pussy. She let me play with her titties but said below the waist was off limits. I think she thought if I got her pants off I wouldn’t stop.”

“Yeah, well, I am not sure having a chick that will get naked with you but not let you do it isn’t worse.”

“Maybe, but I would like to find out. So we gonna keep our balls smashed all night or are we gonna get over that queer bull shit and just let it all hang out?”

“Fuck it, we are family, no reason to be all weird about a little more skin.”

He casually slipped off his briefs and tossed them in the hamper. When I pulled mine off, neither of us made much of a secret that we were checking each other out. We didn’t talk any more that night. Even though it was clear we both had taken notice of the changes in our bodies since our last time in bed together, the subject wasn’t broached. We simply crawled into our respective sides of the bed and turned our backs to each other. I soon heard the telltale change in his breathing indicating that he was asleep. I am not sure how long I remained awake listening to his soft snoring before I drifted off. I remember feeling very comforted having the warmth of his body so near by. It was almost as if he was there to protect me from some unknown danger that lurked near by.

At some point in the night I awoke briefly. I suppose it was the unusual sensation I felt that invaded my slumber. Roger and I had obviously shifted around in the bed. While we were still back to back, the space between us was gone. His ass was pressed against mine and his arm was hanging down between us so that his fingers were touching my back. My first thought was to nudge him away, but I liked the way his warm bear flesh felt where it touched my skin. Again I felt comforted and so I chose to just enjoy the sensation. Oddly, I gave no thought to any sexual implications that arose from the idea of enjoying such intimate touch.

When I awoke the next morning, Roger was standing across the room wearing a towel. His wet hair told me that he had been up early and was already showered.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” He said cheerfully when he noticed that my eyes were open. “Billy, it isn’t required or anything, but if you are going to help with chores you need to get a move on.”

My preference was to help with whatever to keep busy. Idle time would just mean more time to dwell on my loss. But I had a little problem. As I did almost every morning, I had awoken with an erection. Normally my dick simply deflated in a minute. However, that morning, my cock was much harder than usual and no matter how hard I tried not to think about my condition it just seemed to get bigger. I couldn’t imagine simply tossing aside the sheet and letting Roger see my erection. I pulled the sheet tighter around my body hoping I had my hard cock completely hidden.

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Final Chapter

I awoke the next morning to the feeling of Gerald gently grinding against me. His arm was wrapped around my chest and his body was intertwined with my own. As a straight man, to have this large black man spooning me in such an intimate manner made me feel more than a little awkward. As my consciousness became more salient I thought of all the times I was in the exact same position with Michelle or other girls. Of course the difference now was that I was now the “girl. The irony of my current predicament made me chuckle out loud. Gerald’s head moved close to mine and his whispered: “Good morning honey, what’s so funny?”

I remember becoming instantly aroused thinking that he called me honey. I turned my face towards him and told him how familiar our current position was but that, in the past, I was always “him” so to speak. Quickly and without warning he started kissing me as he continued to grind against my ass. Although my initial inclination was to move away I did not and soon we were making out. After 30 seconds or so I could fell his manhood get markedly harder and he slowly removed his mouth from mine.

At this point he whispered in my ear that I should stop thinking of myself as a man and start thinking of myself more as a sissy, and his lover. With that highly erotic though I felt his large cock slip into my well used ass.

Thankfully a lot of his cum from the night before was still inside me and acted as a natural lubricant as he entered me. After 5 or so minutes I felt him shoot another warm load of sperm in me. Still exhausted I fell asleep with him still deeply embedded inside me. When I awoke several güvenilir bahis hours later I was alone in my new bedroom.

Eventually me and my very tender ass stumbled out of bed and headed downstairs. My girlfriend was cleaning up in the kitchen but the boys appeared to be out. As I approached she turned around and with a small smirk and asked how my night had been. I told her my story and she seemed to get off on every second of it. She thought it was beyond hot that both of us were filled with our respective boyfriends cum. I tried to give her a little kiss good morning and she stopped me, “honey I think it is better if we don’t even kiss now. I want you to think of Gerald as your boyfriend and lover not just sexually but intimately as well”.

I than said, “but I am not gay Michelle”.

She followed up with, “I know sweetie but it makes me so wet that you are willing to do this for me. I also think you if you are watching or reading porn for the foreseeable future you should stick to gay material. I want you to put 100% into this fantasy lifestyle”.

Michelle went on to tell me that Gerald and her had a talk and he was hoping I could be more “feminine” for the next several months while we were together. I ask her what that entailed and after a small giggle she said I could start by removing all my body hair. She took me by the hand to the shower and handed me a pink razor. Before I got in the shower Michelle giggled and said, “Sweetie, make sure to leave Gerald a landing strip”.

As if on autopilot I stepped into the shower as a man on a mission. 20 minutes later I emerged from the bathroom as smooth as the day I was türkçe bahis born (with the exception of a small strip of hair from my waist to my extremely unutilized cock).

Michelle was standing just outside the bathroom and watched me emerge with my new body. She said, “baby that is hot, your bare ass looks so sexy; Gerald is going to love it! Now put some cloths on its time to go shopping”.

As you can imagine I had an idea of what was coming next. Michelle took me to the local mall by our place and let me by the hand inside. We walked by several lingerie shops and I held my breath at ever one fearing she would direct us inside. Finally we walk into Nordstrom’s at the end of the mall and she led me to the intimate appeal section. My heart must have been racing a million miles an hour; that said nothing could of prepared me for what happened next.

A female employee approached us and asked if she could help us find something. Before I could speak my girlfriend took the young woman aside and they talked in low whispers that I could not make out. After a minute or two the woman turned and approached me. With a wide smile she told me that my girlfriend wanted her to help me find some new undergarments for Gerald. I was so embarrassed I almost died right there on the spot.

The sales girl seemed empathetic to my incredibly embarrassing situation and explained that she thought I was an amazing boyfriend to be willing to do all of this for my girlfriend. After another 30 seconds of awkwardly looking at the floor she introduced herself as Stacey. She went on to explain that lingerie and sexy knickers was really more about turning “the man güvenilir bahis siteleri on”, or in my case my man on. She then wanted to know what Gerald liked. In a hushed voice I told her I had no idea. She thought that in order to turn him on as much as possible I should try to be as feminine as possible. She wanted me to embrace feminine colours and symbols. Stacey picked out several pairs of pink stockings for me and a bunch of pink lacy underwear, some with hearts on them. We then moved to the bra section and she was able to find a couple of large A cup bras for me to try on.

I went to the change room to try on the new undergarments and found myself growing hard as I tried them on. Weirdly I felt more concerned with how Gerald would perceive my new look than anything else… Honestly speaking, that really scared me at the time.

After I bought all of the non-rejects Michelle took me by the hand and lead me to a local makeup store in the same mall. We wandered around for a bit but eventually she picked out several items for me after closely examine my skin complexion.

After my new face paint was bought and paid for we headed to a spa kiddy corner to the mall. I was nervous as hell when Michelle spoke to the receptionist. I found out very quickly I was there to have my nails painted and my asshole bleached. Based on my previous experience in the intimate appeal section” I decided to just let the women and men working there think I was gay. I didn’t see any point in complicating matters.

Finally when we were done and got home the boys were still not back. Michelle helped with my makeup for the first time. I then changed into a pair of my brand new stockings and lingerie. Once I had changed she gave me a crooked smile and said, “Baby I know you’re not gay but I love that you are willing to be a sissy faggot for me. I have a feeling Gerald will love the new you!”

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