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I often wondered what went on at the men-only baths/saunas, and now I know. My curiosity got the better of me, thankfully!

I knew there was one not far from me, having seen it advertised in the local fringe paper. So I called for the address and off I went.

It was a nondescript building with 3 floors but no identification outside except for the number on the door. I walked through the front door to see a glass partition on top of the counter, with a small opening through which I could talk to the guy on the other side. He said it was 10 bucks for a locker for 4 hours, or 15 for a room for the same time.

I paid for the locker and was let through the door to the side of the counter. I was then handed 2 towels and a lock and told the lockers were just down the hall. I found an unused locker, stripped down, then wrapped a towel around my waist. It was about the size of a small bath towel, just large enough to go around and tuck back in. Then I set off to explore.

I saw several other guys wandering about, all similarly clad. To the side of the lockers was a shower room, so I went in for a quick rinse. I could feel eyes following me as I entered the large, open room and turned on one of the showers. hakkari escort Another guy came in then, and started lathering/stroking himself, with predictable results. He was looking at me, but I wanted to get the feel for the place, so I said “not now, but maybe later.” He seemed to take this in stride, and away I went, even though it was tempting to get down on my knees and fill my mouth with his lengthening tool.

On the same floor was a sauna. Entering that I could just see 3 rows of benches around 3 sides of the room, and a few guys here and there. I sat down on a middle bench and let the heat sink in as I got used to the very dim light from the single low wattage bulb. In one corner I saw 2 guys with their hands up each other’s towels, enjoying the feeling of having their cocks stroked. Then the guy closest to me got down on a lower bench in front of his buddy, opened the towel and buried his head in the inviting, wide-open crotch.

I could see his head moving about, then up and down, obviously swallowing a face-full of stiff dick. The other guy just leaned back and moaned with satisfaction as he enjoyed the blowjob. He had a short fuse, and was soon grunting hakkari escort bayan loudly as he emptied his load into the eager mouth of his partner. When he stopped shooting they paused briefly, then the sucker got up, wiped his mouth, and left.

This was all pretty exciting for me, and I now had a half-hard prick of my own, which I was stroking slowly. Another guy had obviously noticed this, and slid over next to me. He moved his leg over to touch mine, and started rubbing my leg with his, sending a clear message. I put my hand on his knee, and moved it slowly upward until I reached the edge of the towel. There was no turning back now. I continued my upward trek, and my hand was greeted by 2 nice balls, then a steel-like cock, begging for attention. He reached under my towel, and found much the same. As we mutually stroked each other, I made the decision to be the aggressor and suck this guy off. I did not want to blow my own load so soon in my visit. I asked him if he wanted to get sucked, and his expression spoke volumes.

Down I went, parting his towel and gently spreading his knees apart to allow better access. I licked his hot, musty balls, and ran my escort hakkari tongue up and down his shaft. I played with the ample balls as I licked his cock-head and stuck my tongue into the hole at the tip. As he squirmed on the bench, I opened wide and dove down on the shaft. I buried his meat deep in my throat, and started pumping up and down. I stroked his dick in time with one hand, and massaged his balls with the other. He now had his hands behind my head and was pulling my head down on him, keeping the rhythm going.

I tasted the first salty drop of pre cum, and knew climax was not far away. He was now also thrusting his hips into my face, increasing the pace of his jabs into my mouth. I could smell his sweat and felt his pubes against my face. With no further warning, I felt him stiffen, then tasted the torrents of hot, sticky juices spurting against the back of my mouth as he held my face buried deep in his crotch. The taste was heavenly, and the volume substantial. I tried to suck every last drop of fluid from his cock, until he was dry.

“That was great,” he whispered into my ear. “I’ll be here for a while today, so look for me. I’m going to cool down in the hot tub for a while.”

With that he got up and re-wrapped himself and left. I waited for a while, savouring the feeling and the taste in my mouth. Then I too left the sauna, seeking other encounters. I had only been there for half an hour or so, and had not even left the first floor. This was going to be a great afternoon!

To Be Continued…

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Dom had just squirted his load on to my tongue at the club one afternoon.

“Need you Saturday night. My place. 8PM. Tell your missus not to wait up.”

I tried to question him but he just slapped me.

“Just do as your told, cocksucker,” he barked.

“But what I am supposed to tell her?” I pleaded.

“Whatever the fuck you like. Or bring her with you. I promise you she’ll have a fucking good time.” He chuckled, wiping his dick on my best Callaway golf top and walking away.

I spoke to Mike and it turned out he’d been ordered to Dom’s house too, so we concocted a story for our wives about a spontaneous golf weekend. ‘A sudden cancellation. Be crazy to refuse at that price.’ Claire didn’t bat an eyelid. And we did, in fact, play golf on Saturday afternoon at another club, politely declining the offer of caddies!

We rolled up at Dom’s house just before 8. I knew he lived on the Westway Estate, but didn’t realise it was at the posh end! It was a small, detached house, neat front lawn, surprisingly suburban. Rap music was humming from inside. A plump black woman opened the door and gazed at us blankly.

“Round back,” she grunted, slamming the door in our faces. We found the side gate and crept around to the back of the place. The party was obviously in full swing, spilling out on to the lawn. Men and women of all ages and races. The heavy fragrance of weed hit our noses and almost immediately I became a little light-headed. We looked at each other in confusion and wondered if we’d actually been invited to simply chill with Dom’s friends for a beer.

The plump black woman met us at the kitchen door.

“You two, in here!” she barked and guided kastamonu escort us through the kitchen to the staircase. A couple of guys were necking in the stairwell, and what appeared to be a topless older woman was bent over a black guy’s crotch, head bobbing up and down. I realised it was Dom.

“Hey cocksuckers, welcome to the crib,” he chirped. He gently lifted the woman’s head and she stepped back. “Back in a mo,” he told her. “Stay put.” She looked to be in her 50s, smartly dressed apart from the fact her top was pulled down to her waist exposing her tits which wobbled on her chest. She was vaguely familiar although her mouth was smeared with lipstick and drool, and her hair hung lankily around her shoulders. She sat cross-legged on the floor and looked up.

“Hurry back,” she purred sexily.

Dom led us upstairs, seemingly unashamed of his nakedness, his mammoth tool waving in the wind, still glistening with the woman’s saliva.

“There’s space in here, bitches,” he muttered, leading us into one of the bedrooms. A fat white guy was spread-eagled, face down on the bed. I immediately recognised him as our local member of parliament. Fucking Hell! I thought. A black guy lay over him, thrusting into his arse. He grunted rhythmically as the guy’s cock powered into his hole.

On one side of the bed were two more men, naked and kneeling, heads bowed.

“Space for you over there,” said Dom, pointing to the other side of the bed. It appeared that we were required to strip and kneel just like the other two. Our hearts sank.

“Rules are simple. Stay put. If you’re chosen, you do whatever your told. Got it?”

“Could kastamonu escort bayan I have something to drink,” I mumbled hopefully. My mouth was suddenly dry.

“I’d give you my cum, but this faggot’s wife is waiting for me downstairs,” he chuckled and we all watched as the guy on the bed groaned and emptied his balls into the politician’s arse. “She begged me for my first load tonight,” continued Dom. “Always happy to oblige a lady.”

“I’ll send someone up with something for you,” he chuckled, then turned and left.

As we undressed, the black guy stood, cock dripping with sticky goo. He stepped across to one of the men kneeling on the other side of the bed.

“Clean it, white boy,” he ordered. The man raised his head and opened his mouth in silence, taking the slimy flaccid dick into his mouth and sucking on it. When he was finished, the black guy left and the politician crawled off the bed and took up position at the end of it. We all just kind of knelt there in silence, music humming downstairs, shivering in fear as to who would be ‘chosen’ next.

After a couple of minutes, two black men barrelled into room, giggling.

“Who wanted a drink?” said one of them. He sounded off his head. I raised my hand meekly and he stumbled over. He undid his fly and fished out his johnson. “Open up, fat boy, I need to bust a nut.”

His cock was small but girthy – a short stubby morsel. It stretched my mouth wide as he fed it to me. I sucked it as best I could, trying not to scrape it with my teeth. He turned to Mike kneeling next to me.

“You! Lick my arse,” he barked, spreading his legs so that Mike escort kastamonu could crawl between them and bury his face between his bum cheeks. My cock was hard as a nail and it brushed against Mike’s knees as he slurped away.

As he pumped my mouth I noticed the other guy was pissing into someone’s mouth. He was swallowing fast trying to keep up. His cock was rigid between his legs. We all have our kinks, I guess.

My guy pulled away, grabbed his tool and pumped it with his fist, shooting his jizz over my face. I licked as much it off my lips as I could, savouring it’s salty taste. My first load of the night.

Each of us got used throughout the evening. Some of it pleasurable, but often not. Mostly it was guys feeding our faces or arses. But at one point the plump black woman from the door wandered in and told me to lay on my back. When she couldn’t get an erection from me, she sat on my face, her bulbous arse cheeks wrapped around my head. She ground her pussy onto my mouth and her anus pressed against my nose. Two of the others were instructed to suck her tits and the politician was ordered to suck my flaccid cock. I could hear her cackling as I felt the warmth of his mouth sucking my johnson. Bloody Hell, I didn’t see this on the manifesto when I voted for him, I giggled, pushing my tongue into the woman’s twat whilst simultaneously gasping for lung-fulls of air.

By the time the party had waned, I’d been fucked three times and had a belly full of fresh cum. We all looked a complete mess.

Dom told us we could go since he needed the room. As we dressed wearily, he ushered three naked woman in. I came face to face with Christine Raynes, the headteacher. I noticed she had surprisingly pert breasts, with thick stubby nipples that stood out like stalks.

“Oh!” she jumped and blushed, covering herself then quickly dropping her head as I walked past. As we trudged down the stairs I heard Dom behind me.

“Right, girls, who’s sucking who?” he barked as he closed the door.

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Part one: some husbandly background

It was just another normal night out. Well, as normal as nights can be.

My husband and I had been living abroad for a year. New city, new life, new friends. We should have been taking every opportunity to get to know the gay scene a little more, but it was hard. We would go out to a bar as a couple, try to strike up some conversation with new people, but we never quite knew the intentions of those we were talking to. Well, sometimes we could tell by the way they kept touching us in conversation, or when they were wearing nothing but a jockstrap and nothing was left to the imagination (hello, hard cocks!), and I suppose a part of us didn’t know what intentions we had. So most of the time we would order our drinks and keep to ourselves, watching the scenes unfold in front of us and commenting on them while simultaneously wanting to get in on the action.

I should back up a little. My husband and I had met several years before through mutual friends (of friends of friends). He was in finance and I was in…job limbo. Well, not quite limbo, more like “not wanting to work and hoping someone would provide for me”. Somehow, we clicked. Was it the fact that I really loved listening to financial talk? No, which is obvious due to my lack of explanation of what financial talk is. Was it due to him always wanting to fully support another person? Probably not, but I’ve never really taken the time to deep-dive that question. Was it because we both had amazing sexual chemistry and never took life too seriously? Bingo.

Date night one, after several beers and a few slices of pizza, we wound up back at his place and watched an episode of Sex and the City when one of the ladies (Samantha? I can’t recall. I never really watched the show…) finds a grey pubic hair and ends up dying her bush red. I’ll admit: I laughed, but I was more interested in the specimen beside me. Dark hair, square jaw covered in purposeful stubble, a mustache kept slightly longer than the stubble, a cute pair of glasses. 45 going on 30. Caleb. He was perfect. Definitely went to the gym, but wasn’t obsessive over it, as evident by the slightly rounded tummy on him. His pecs were pristine, which I could see even through the sweater he was wearing (did I mention it was winter? No? Well, now you know). He was beautiful.

I decided that I was drunk enough to warrant cuddling up next to him on the couch, and my actions were welcomed with an open arm around my shoulders. I could feel my heart pounding and the sound seemed to fill my ears. I couldn’t hear the TV anymore. But I could feel Caleb’s warmth right next to me. I could smell him. Goddamn, he smelled good. I can’t quite describe it, but it was singular, special. Intoxicating. My head was on his shoulder when I turned slightly to look up at him and met his eyes looking down at me. He moved his head down slightly and met my lips, his mustache tickling my nose as we joined lips.

“Is this okay?” he asked. I responded by raising my left hand up to his cheek and bringing his face further into mine. I could feel his heart now, reverberating through his whole being.

“More than okay,” I finally managed to say. We broke away for a moment, our lips an inch apart, our hands exploring one another’s bodies, trading warm breaths between our parted lips. He cocked his head a little as one hand ventured further down and found my erection pressed against my jeans. I shuddered. I don’t know why, it’s not like it was my first time, but when kayseri escort he touched me, I felt…helpless? No, vulnerable. No…wanted. I felt wanted. And needed. I could tell because of the way he held me there, hand placed just over my cock, but not rushing for it. He wanted to take it all in. And hell, I wanted him to take me. I brought my hands down to the bottom of his sweater and lifted it up over his head, removing his glasses for a moment and then replacing them after. He was wearing a blue (dark blue? light blue? doesn’t matter) button-down. I had my work cut out for me. I began unbuttoning the top button near the collar as Caleb moved his hand from my boner to the bottom of my shirt, tugging it up over my head. I was only wearing the one shirt, a white Henley, so I felt very exposed.

I let him look me over. What he saw was a fairly hairy, gym-going but not obsessive (like himself! imagine that!) guy with a good set of shoulders. And apparently he liked what he saw. He threw my shirt across the room and wrapped his arms around me, bringing me in for a hug. His stubble scratched against the side of my neck and made my cock twitch; I loved that feeling. It was so masculine.

“You’re pretty handsome,” he said, his voice a low growl in my ear. “I could hold you just like this all night.”

“You’re not too bad yourself…” I said back. At this, I reached down and grabbed his junk. My god, it felt huge. “…handsome.”

Caleb pulled back from me, stood up and undid the belt on his jeans. I was a bit shocked on how fast this was moving, but also very happy with it. He wasn’t wasting any time. He leaned down, grabbed my hand, and brought it to his fly. I quickly undid the button and zipped him down, lowering his jeans to around his ankles and staring, eye level, at his extremely hard and giant fucking cock.

“Oh, by the way, I don’t wear underwear,” he said casually. Before I could say something witty (or anything at all), he grabbed the top of my head and brought my face to his boner. I barely had time to open my mouth. Before I knew it, he was fucking my face with everything he had, and he had a LOT: at least seven inches, thick as all hell. He left some pubic hair and a slight stubble on his balls (this guy and his stubble, my god!). His cock was pounding the back of my throat, almost triggering my gag reflex, but I was hungry for this dick and willing to take it all. His hips were gyrating violently, and I reached up to grab his bare ass and bring him further into me. Hallelujah, praise Jesus, this man had a dick AND ass for the gods.

“Fuck yeah baby, take that fuckin’ cock,” he moaned. I moaned louder, savoring every last inch of him as I felt him stiffen more and more. I wanted to keep sucking him forever, but I knew it would have to end eventually. Question was: how would it end?

I put one hand on his thigh and took him out of my mouth, keeping one hand on his cock. “You wanna fuck me, big guy?” I asked, staring up at him while stroking him, his balls swinging loosely and his cockhead dripping with precum.

“Really? You sure?” He actually sounded sincere. I was between his legs, jerking him off and offering my hole to him, and he felt the need to check if I was sure? Might as well have been a proposal.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

He brought his hands down to mine and guided me off of the couch. We stood just about the same height. He leaned forward and our lips connected again, the taste of his dick all over my mouth. I kayseri escort bayan was still in my pants, but while we were making out I felt his hands wander down and unbutton me, dropping my jeans to the floor. I was wearing some cute briefs with a penguin on them and I don’t think he ever saw them, because he immediately forced them down to unleash my hard cock. One hand came back up and grabbed the back of my head, forcing his tongue deeper into me while the other hand wrapped itself around my cock and starting stroking me. Caleb pressed his body closer into mine. I could feel his hardness pressing against my thigh while he continued to jerk me off, the ooze of his precum sticking to me.

He bit my lower lip, then tilted my face upwards while he bit my chin through my beard. “Turn around,” he demanded.

Yes. Sir.

I don’t know what had come over me, but I was ready to be very obedient for him. I turned and knelt on the couch, the upper half of my body hanging over the back of it. I spread my legs a little and arched my ass up to give Caleb a good view. He grunted and I heard him spit into his hand, which then connected with my hole. I could feel his wet fingers toying with me, tracing along my opening, getting me ready. And I could hear him jerking off, the slap of his hand finding the base of this cock. He took a step forward and beat the tip of his dick against my ass, grinding between by ass cheeks and then slapping it against me. He was hard. Very hard. And I was ready.

“You can finger me,” I told him. It wasn’t so much telling as it was begging. I looked back and saw him raise his pointer and middle fingers to his mouth and suck on them, lubing them up for entry. I lowered my chest even more against the back of the couch and raised my ass further. I felt one of his fingers on my hole again, but this time he went in. A groan escaped me. He went slow at first, exploring my insides, but after a minute his second finger joined.

“You like that?” He wasn’t asking. He was telling me.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

“You like when daddy fucks you with his fingers?”

“God yes, fuck me, pleaaase.” I was basically screaming at this point. He had found the perfect angle and was milking me, drops of precum leaking from my dick and spilling on to the couch. I normally wasn’t one for the whole daddy-son talk, but Caleb was hot, and this animal instinct in him, this sexual power, was overwhelming and I was along for the ride.

“Fuck me…what?” he asked, his fingers penetrating me deeper.

“Fuck me, daddy?”

“That’s right.” He had three fingers in me, fucking away, while he leaned over my body so he could bring his face beside mine, his other hand used as support on the back of the couch. He was still wearing his button-down. I had only managed to undo the first button and I could feel the shirt pressed against my naked back. There’s almost nothing hotter than having sex while still wearing at least one article of clothing, and Caleb wearing that shirt was driving me all sorts of crazy. His fingers in me, his cock out and closing the distance to my ass…I was in heaven. “You ready?” he whispered into me ear.

Again, he wasn’t asking. He was telling me.

I felt his fingers leave my hole as his face left my side. The hand he was using for support found its way to my shoulder as his other hand grabbed his cock as he, once again, slapped it against my ass. He conjured up some spit and let it drip onto his dick; I could feel as some of escort kayseri it fell onto me, lubing me up. I felt the tip of his engorged member press itself to me. I let out a breath and eased myself back onto him, slowly letting him in inch by inch.

“Ooo, hold on,” I said. He was big. Really fucking big. I needed a moment to get used to him.

“Take all the time you need, handsome.” His hand tightened on my shoulder, but I felt him stop pushing into me. Instead, his other hand caressed my ass, almost lovingly. He was being so gentle, but also being so demanding. And I was so turned on. After a moment, I pushed back again into him, this time taking him all the way down.

“There it is,” he whispered in a low growl. “Good boy.” Caleb held himself there for a moment, allowing his full girth to fill me. Then, slowly, he started fucking me. He was gentle at first, letting me get used to his rhythm and the size of his cock. But gentle could only last so long.

“Oh fuck…fuck me,” I commanded. I needed to feel him harder. I needed him to let loose on my ass.

“Fuck me…what??” he asked, shoving his cock deeper into me, both of his hands now on my shoulders as he took me from behind.

“Fuck me daddy! Fuck my ass hard!” I couldn’t believe what I was saying, but it felt so right and so primal. And Caleb loved it. He took his hands from my shoulders and slapped my ass hard with both of them, then grabbed my waist and drove himself even deeper. His thrusts were picking up speed, and every thrust brought a slapping sound from his pelvis connecting with my ass cheeks. He was literally growling, his grip tightening on my hips, his instinct taking over and fucking me like his life depended on it. My cock was harder than it had ever been and was definitely leaking precum? No, cum. He was making me cum without me touching myself. I was exploding all over the couch, the feeling of his cock inside me bringing me to orgasm without a helping hand.

“I’m cumming, Caleb. Oh fuck, I’m cumming!”

“Oh yeah??” He didn’t let up on the pounding. In fact, he went harder. One of his hands reached down to grab my cock and he could feel the warmth of my jizz everywhere. “Fuck yeah, boy! You want my load?”

Of course I did. I mean, I had already come this far. I wanted to feel every ounce of his cum inside of me. “Fill me up, daddy. Cum inside me!” My words came in short bursts as Caleb continued to fuck me to oblivion. His growls became louder, his grip tighter, and after another thirty seconds I knew he was about to burst. He grabbed my shoulders again and brought himself deep inside, deeper than he had all night, and I felt his cock pulse with his explosion. He let out a deep moan and threw his head back in the air, thrusting with every new spurt of cum his was planting in me.

He collapsed on top of me, his hard-but-softening dick still inside me, breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. After a minute he pulled himself out and went to grab a towel from the bathroom, which he used on himself first and then handed to me.

“Hey,” he said as I took the towel and began mopping up the cum on the couch. “I hope that was okay?” Again with the sincerities.

“Caleb, that was incredible. I mean, between watching another episode of Sex and the City and letting you fuck me, I think I know which one I would prefer.” At this I leaned over and gave him a kiss. He laughed.

“Okay, well, I just want to make sure. I know I can get intense during sex, and some guys don’t like that. So, if you don’t like it, I dunno…I guess I just want to get that out in the open now.”

I thought about it for a second. “Sounds good. Daddy.”

And it was. It was very good. Several years had passed and now we were in a new city exploring a new chapter of our lives. And life was about to get even better.

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*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.

*Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.

*.*.*.*

Anja Irene Belkova wondered again if she was doing the right thing. She and Jesse had been on a few dates; he’d taken her to Daughters Steak House and to Tokyo Gardens Japanese restaurant. They’d attended a play at Heritage Playhouse in Great Oak, a fairly decent rendition of the Broadway musical ‘Cats’ that made Anja wish she’d had the chance to see the original play before it had closed. They’d attended an opera in Houston that had made Anja grateful that the opera was only two hours and forty two minutes long. She suspected, had many of the performers understood French, the performance would have been much more enjoyable. It certainly would have been shorter in its length.

Anja knew Jesse was attracted to her; many men were attracted to her. To a degree, Anja was attracted to Jesse as well; he was muscled from his days as a high school and college football player. He had played the position of tight end. His curly brown hair was just a little too long and his square tanned face normally had a three day growth of stubble, giving the six foot five inch tall man the appearance of being a ‘bad boy.’ His blue eyes were sharp, intelligent eyes and his smile was playful, warm and inviting.

Anja was not being conceited when she believed many men were attracted to her, many men desired her. As a dancer at Nv, a Gentlemen’s Club in the southern tip of unincorporated Oakleaf County, many men gave Anja money as she strutted, posed and gyrated on the stage, danced to pulsing, hypnotic beats. In the privacy of the ‘Sins’ room, many men gave Anja money to remove the pasties from her large pink areolae, slide her miniscule thong down her sleek legs. Anja would perch on the vinyl ottoman, spread her thighs wide, comb her fingernails through her pink thatch of pubic hair and masturbate, the customer’s panting sweating face focused on her fingers sliding in and out of her crotch.

For a few hundred dollars more, Anja would slip a condom over the customer’s cock and give him an expert hand-job. She would smile sweetly at her customer as she slipped her fingers into his mouth, allowing him to suck her essences from her fingers as her other hand diddled his cock.

“Taste my pussy? Hmm? I’ve been dancing all night; my pussy’s nice and wet,” Anja would coo. “All sweaty as I dance, getting all wet thinking about all them nasty men looking at me. I know what they want to do with me. They want to fuck me, they want to make me suck their big throbbing cocks and shoot their sperm all over my face and my titties. Then they want to fuck me, shoot all that thick creamy sperm into me, make me pregnant with their baby.”

By this point, most men would groan and fill the condom with their sperm. Anja would giggle and squeal happily. Unless the man was a smoker, or had really bad breath, Anja would even kiss them, just a quick peck, lip to lip.

Jesse had splurged a thousand dollars on Anja the first time he’d come into Nv. For that thousand dollars, Anja had worked a condom onto Jesse’s substantial erection, using her mouth to slip the latex sheath onto his eight and one quarter inch uncircumcised erection. Then she performed an exhausting blow job and hand job on Jesse; one that took the entire thirty minutes he’d booked the private room. With a smile, Anja slipped her tiny thong into the pocket of his jeans.

“Hey, I’d love to take you to Daughters; they’ve got a steak? Out of this world,” Jesse said after Anja came off the stage forty minutes later.

“Okay,” Anja smiled, breathing hotly into his ear. “My phone number’s on the thong I gave you.”

That date ended up in his bed. Jesse was a little put out about having to wear a condom. With a shrug, Anja began to dress again.

“I uh, that, that’s it,” Jesse spluttered in disbelief.

“Jesse, you know where I work. You know what I do,” Anja smiled as she buckled her sandal. “But I have no idea what you do. It would be pretty foolish of me to have unprotected sex with you.”

“Fine, fine, shit, I’ll put one on,” Jesse grumbled, reaching for his bedside table’s top drawer.

“My Uber will be here in a few minutes,” Anja smiled from the doorway of his bedroom. “Maybe next time, okay?”

After a delicious meal at Tokyo Gardens, after ice skating at the Sweet Oak Ice Skating rink, Jesse did not object to slipping a condom onto his erection. Making love to the beautiful strawberry blonde made the slight discomfort and inconvenience of the latex condom worth it. She was an energetic partner with incredible oral skills and gymnastic moves. She kept Jesse on the verge of climax for nearly an hour before finally allowing him to fill his condom to overflowing.

Working the tight condom from his cock, Anja used a wet washcloth to clean his cock. She smiled sweetly izmir escort bayan as she kissed him, her hand still pumping his semi-erect cock.

“Do you know what to do with that tongue of yours?” Anja cooed, kissing him wetly.

“I uh, yeah,” Jesse groaned.

“Yes? Prove it,” Anja whispered hotly into his ear.

She flopped onto her back and spread her legs. She maneuvered her hips, wiggling, then pivoted her legs up and over, showing him that she could place her feet on either side of her smiling face.

Jesse wasn’t a very skilled pussy eater. Anja coached him through the act until he managed to tongue her to a mild orgasm. She kissed his panting face and soothed his fragile ego by telling him that each woman was different. What pleased one woman wouldn’t always please another woman.

With a soft kiss, Anja slid out of his bed and dressed. Her movements were slow, provocative as she pulled her clothing onto her body. She smiled her innocent little girl smile as she flexed and posed while she dressed.

Anja’s pinkish blonde hair reached to just below her perfect buttocks, framing her angelic oval face with large blue eyes, slim nose and cupids bow lips. Her high cheekbones alluded to her Russian heritage, as did her athletic body.

At five feet and eight inches, Anja was not a small, dainty woman. Her 34DD breasts were well proportioned to her height, her 27 inch waist tapered into her 32 inch hips and perfectly rounded buttocks. Her legs were long, well-formed legs that drew much attention, whether in tight jeans or short skirts.

“I uh, hey, I was kind of hoping you’d stay the night,” Jesse whined as Anja concluded her erotic ballet of dressing.

“Oh, that’s so sweet,” Anja said easily as she stepped into her four inch heels. “I’m afraid I’ve got a meeting first thing in the morning, though.”

“Meeting? You’re a dancer,” Jesse said, handsome face drawing into a frown. “What kind of meeting…”

“Mm hmm,” Anja agreed, stepping out of his bedroom.

The opera had been on Thursday. Anja spoke fluent French so was able to follow the story line of the opera. Still, it had been a tedious affair. Afterward, on the long drive to Nv, Anja accepted Jesse’s invitation to spend Valentine’s Day with him on Monday.

“You know, I could just drive you on home,” Jesse again offered.

“I know, Sweetheart, but my car is parked in front of Nv,” Anja said easily.

“Or…you could stay at my place and I’ll run you on over here tomorrow,” Jesse offered, his hand on her thigh.

“That is very sweet, but you know how it is,” Anja said, spreading her thighs so that the slit in her ankle length gown parted, exposing her thigh for his touch.

Anja pointed to her Ferrari and Jesse whistled. With a very passionate kiss, Anja got out of his Mercedes-Benz and got behind the wheel of the sleek sports car. Jesse had not even managed to turn his car around and Anja was speeding away, out of sight.

Now, with a sigh, Anja checked her makeup; perfect. She inspected her outfit of white corset top and blood red miniskirt with sheer red stockings and five inch red heels. She again asked herself if she was doing the right thing, going to Jesse’s condominium on Valentine’s Day. She was sure he would presume theirs was a romance, a relationship.

In her garage, Anja mentally slipped a coin and her Ferrari won. She lovingly patted the hood of her midnight black 1955 Ford F100. There was nothing stock about this truck and it was a beast to drive. On occasion, Anja had accidentally lifted the front wheels off the ground by letting the clutch out too fast. But it did not have power steering or power brakes or air conditioning.

She drove the Ferrari from home to the large parking lot of Oakleaf Towers. Glancing into the vegan market, Anja did wonder how the store stayed in business. Every time she’d glanced in through the plate glass windows, the grocery store appeared to have more employees than actual customers.

Anja pushed the button for the third floor and brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes. She went to the door for Jesse’s unit and pressed the doorbell. A moment later, Jesse opened the door and smiled happily.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Angel,” Jesse announced, swinging the door wide for her.

Anja smiled easily enough; she was used to smiling, even when she did not feel like smiling. Strutting, preening, posing, displaying herself for men that saw her as nothing more than a piece of meat, Anja knew how to smile. A small part of Anja enjoyed flaunting her flesh for a few sweaty dollars, knowing these men wanted her, but would not have her.

Anja gave Jesse her practiced smile as she stood in the doorway of his condominium. She stood up on tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss on his lips.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetheart,” Anja said, handing him the very large Valentine’s Day card she’d purchased for him.

She’d managed to find a card that was romantic, without promising love izmir escort or commitment. Anja supposed she did have some feeling for the handsome man; else she would not have gone through the trouble to find an appropriate card for him.

“My God, you, that, that outfit, you are just beautiful,” Jesse said, looking at Anja’s clothing.

“Jesse? Baby Boy? She’s here?” Anja heard a woman’s voice call out from the vicinity of the kitchen.

Anja’s step faltered and she swiveled to face the direction of the voice. Jesse had said nothing of another person joining them and Anja was apprehensive.

“Yeah, Mom, Angel’s here,” Jesse said happily.

“Mom? You, you wanted me to meet your mother,” Anja thought, fighting down her extreme irritation.

“Anja was glad she’d not told Jesse her real name, giving him only her dancer’s name of Angel Waller. She was also glad she’d not allowed Jesse to know where she lived. The phone number he had for her was the phone number she gave to any customer she was attracted to; it could be simply discarded. It was easy enough to get another throwaway phone from the Quickie-Mart gas station/convenience store near Nv.

“It would have been nice if you had told me your mother would be here,” Anja hissed, swiveling to face Jesse.

Meeting the parents; Anja had managed to avoid this uncomfortable, awkward social convention in the past. At this time in her life, she simply was not ready to settle down, to confine her interactions to just one man or one woman. Anja was not ready to fully commit, invest herself to a relationship with any one person. But, a meeting with the parents seemed to signify exactly that to most people.

“I, uh, I yeah, yeah I told you,” Jesse lied.

“No, you most certainly did not,” Anja said, eyes furious.

“So, Jesse tells me…” Jessica Aubriest said, fighting to make her voice friendly, welcoming.

Jessica Aubriest was sure, any little tramp her beautiful Baby Boy brought around would not be good enough for her Jesse. But Jessica Elisabeth Aubriest would be as gracious as possible, at least for the first few minutes of their meeting. There would be time, most likely before she served the dessert for her to let her Baby Boy know this little whore just wasn’t right for him.

Exiting the kitchen and entering the living room, Jessica hated the girl on sight. Even though she could not see the girl’s face; the strawberry blonde was facing Jesse, away from her, Jessica could see the girl’s far too short skirt, the sheer red stockings with lines up the backs, and the ridiculous high heels the girl wore.

“…you two went to Houston for the opera,” Jessica continued, even as she thought, “Good God, Jesse, you didn’t tell me this Angel girl was a hooker.”

“Yes, Ms. Aubriest; a performance of…” Anja said, turning to face the dreaded parent of Jesse Aubriest.

Anja’s beautiful eyes opened wide and her mouth opened in a silent ‘O.’ She stared at Jesse’s mother, appraising the tall, curvaceous woman.

Jessica’s beautiful blue eyes opened wide and her cupids bow mouth opened in a silent ‘O’ as she stared at her doppelganger. Her eyes flickered over the girl’s very revealing top, then back up to the girl’s blue eyes.

“Well, Jesse, you didn’t tell me your mother was so beautiful,” Anja smiled.

“Yeah, she’s something, ain’t she?” Jesse said proudly, putting his arm around his mother’s shoulders.

“Oh, she’s something all right,” Anja tittered, amused. “And you, Ms. Aubriest, I’m sure I’m not good enough for your little man, am I?”

“I, well, I uh,” Jessica stammered, looping her arm around her Jesse’s narrow waist.

“Oh, and I’m sure, any man Mommy brought home just wasn’t good enough for your Mommy, am I right?” Anja asked Jesse.

“Well, of course not,” Jesse smiled widely, squeezing his mother affectionately. “I mean, look at her.”

“Ms. Aubriest? I don’t suppose your little man tried to take peeks at you?” Anja continued. “Hmm? Sneak into the bathroom when you were in the shower? Hmm? Did you ever find your panties under his bed? All sticky with his little pee-pee’s semen?”

“What?” Jesse asked, face flaming hot.

“In fact, the only woman good enough for your baby boy would be you, am I right, Ms. Aubriest?” Anja asked, slowly walking toward the door of the condominium. “And the only man good enough for Mommy would be…”

“I uh, what? What are you saying?” Jessica tried to manufacture outrage at this brazen slut’s accusations.

“Oh. Just pointing out the elephant in the room,” Anja tittered, grabbing her purse from the side table next to the door. “Happy Valentine’s Day; it’s the perfect day to act on those romantic notions of yours.”

“Well, I, I just don’t know what you ever saw in her,” Jessica snapped when the door closed behind Anja.

Jessica turned and hugged her son, her precious Baby Boy tightly. He returned her hug, squeezing her against his massive chest.

Jessica could feel Jesse’s escort izmir manhood pressing against her belly. How dare that little gutter trash call her Baby Boy’s manhood a little pee-pee.

“Well, the Coq Au Vin’s just about ready,” Jessica said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss Jesse’s lips. “We won’t let that go to waste, will we?”

“Oh no ma’am, no we will not,” Jesse enthused, squeezing his mother again, relishing the feel of her large breasts mashing against his chest.

Jessica gave him another kiss, then reluctantly let go of their hug. She marched into the kitchen to check on the meal.

“And we got string beans, right?” Jesse asked, getting down to wine glasses.

“Now, really, Jesse? Can we have Coq Au Vin and not have string beans?” Jessica asked, getting out two plates.

Sitting in Jesse’s ornate dining room, candlelight twinkling, Jessica put her hand on Jesse’s well-muscled thigh. She lovingly rubbed up and down his thick leg.

“You remember when you used to try to sneak in? When I was taking a bubble bath?” Jessica lightly teased her Baby Boy.

“Aw come on, Mom!” Jesse complained.

“You’d try to be real quiet, popping the lock on the door?” Jessica teased, raking her polished fingernails up and down the inside of his thigh.

“Mom,” Jesse complained.

“So?” Jessica cooed, resting her hand on Jesse’s leg, millimeters from his hard cock. “What were you hoping to see?”

“Mom, come on, that’s enough,” Jesse thundered, thoroughly embarrassed.

“I’m just teasing you,” Jessica giggled, brushing his lips with hers.

“It’s perfectly natural; baby boys wanting to see their mommies,” Jessica said, draining her glass of wine. “Nothing wrong with it.”

She refilled her glass and topped off Jesse’s glass of wine. The continued to eat the delicious meal.

“I swear, no one can cook like my Mom,” Jesse praised.

“Oh, I can remember when you thought Pizza Hut did a better job than your Mom,” Jessica said, kissing his lips as she picked up their plates.

“They didn’t do better desserts,” Jesse said as Jessica served two smaller plates, each with a thick chunk of strawberry shortcake.

“No they did not, did they?” Jessica smiled, taking a sip of her decaffeinated coffee.

“Nope,” Jesse agreed.

After they ate their dessert, Jessica brought her feet up underneath herself. Jesse put his arm around his mother’s shoulder and squeezed her. Jessica leaned heavily against him for a moment, then looked up into his handsome face. He looked down at her brilliant blue eyes and smiled.

Thy kissed, a soft lip to lip kiss. Jessica opened her mouth and Jesse thrust his tongue into her mouth. She could taste the rich cream she’d whipped into a thick gel on his tongue. She could taste the ripe strawberries and the dense pound cake she’d baked for her Baby Boy, her big strong man.

Jessica raked her fingernails over her baby boy’s muscled chest. She could feel the firm flesh underneath her fingers as she ran her fingers across his chest, down his taut abdomen. Mother and son both groaned as Jessica’s fingers found the outline of her Baby Boy’s stiff cock trapped in his snug jeans. Jesse gave an involuntary shudder as Jessica’s fingernails raked insistently from tip to scrotum.

“Let’s…” Jessica whispered, pulling her feet out from underneath herself and standing.

“Oh yes,” Jesse sighed, lifting his mother into his arms.

In his bedroom, with the large bed illuminated by a solitary lamp, 40 watt bulb casting a soft glow, Jessica shimmied out of her silk blouse. She cooed and giggled as her Baby Boy helped her unhook her bra then began hungrily suckling at her stiff nipples. Jesse eased his mother backward until she was propped against his mound of pillows. He switched from one nipple to the other, licking, biting, suckling while his hand deftly unhooked her skirt.

“Mm, oh, oh yes!” Jessica hissed, coming closer and closer to her climax.

Jesse’s fingers grazed his mother’s clitoris and she shrieked in orgasm. Jesse savagely ripped the silk panties from her then struggled out of his shirt and jeans.

“I, oh, oh yes, oh Baby Boy,” Jessica cried out as her son buried himself into her wet pussy in one furious thrust.

Jesse continued to maul her large breasts as he frantically thrust himself into his mother’s tightness. With another shriek, Jessica wrapped her long legs around his waist and held him fast inside of her.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” she cried out as she felt his hot sperm pumping into her.

“Oh, oh my sweet boy, oh that was…” Jessica panted as Jesse’s cock finally slipped from her raw opening.

“I uh, oh,” Jesse wheezed, flopping onto his back next to her.

“Oh, no sir, Mommy’s baby Boy isn’t done yet, is he?” Jessica cooed and wiggled down to capture his soft cock in her mouth.

With another wiggle, Jessica managed to straddle Jesse’s head. She pressed her densely furred pussy down against his mouth and purred happily as Jesse’s tongue began to lap at her heavy inner lips.

“Oh, yes, that’s it, Sweetheart,” Jessica groaned. “Clean Mommy’s pussy. Do a good job and I’ll give you a treat, hear?”

“Ack! Oh, oh Baby Boy! That, that’s so nasty! You shouldn’t do that!” Jessica fussed when Jesse thrust a thick finger into her rectum.

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Jay and I had been friends since the 7th grade, we’re both 18 now. He’s a scrawny looking guy, shaggy dirty blond hair, sparkling green eyes, and nearly 6ft tall. I’m about 5’10” tall, large build but somewhat in shape; no bulging muscles but definitely not a twig like Jay. I have much more groomed brown hair and deep brown eyes. Jay and I have been great friends, we do damn near everything together, inside and outside of school. We were good enough friends that we were usually spending all our time at eachothers homes.

One of our favorite activities was watching porn. I can’t remember a time Jay didn’t want to look at porn while we were hanging out. We even used to peak at his uncles porn when we were younger, it was a rush both from the porn and the chance of getting caught. Jay and I were constant masturbators, and we had no problem admitting it. After all, we’re both plenty confident in our straight sexuality. When at Jay’s house, he’d often get horny, pop in a DVD and we’d jack off in the same room, but the lay-z-boy’s were positioned where one was further up than the other, so all I can see is the back of the chair and of course the TV.

On this particular day, we did the same. He brought out the lube for himself, I preferred not to use much lube so a squirt did fine for me. We got in our usual spots and started watching a very hot porn. The large muscled man on the screen was pounding away at this little blonde’s pussy, it was absolutely great. The porn star blew his load all over her face and she smiled up at the camera. Jay was moaning way more than I usually heard him, so much in fact it was a bit distracting while trying to get my own self off. I guess Jay didn’t realize the lay-z-boy had swiveled a bit, and I could clearly see his massive cock in his hand as he jerked it like he would win a race. I honestly never thought he could be so big just judging on his scrawny body, but from where I sat I swear it had to be 8 inches and pretty thick. I caught myself still jacking off, but I was watching him. Unfortunately, the chair swiveled back again and all I was left with was the green back of the chair.

I was disappointed…wait…why was I disappointed? I’m straight, aren’t I? I guess because we had been friends for so long, I never really thought about our ‘boundaries’…in fact, he was the one who usually initiated the idea of jacking of and watching porn…hell, he’d tell me how many times he jacked eskişehir escort bayan off in a day and how big his cumshots were, but I never really thought of a sexual motive out of it.

I was tired of just sitting there wondering. The next thing out of Jay’s mouth was all in perfect timing

“Fuck! I guess I jacked off too much today, I keep feeling like I’m going to cum but nothing happens.”

He sounded very frustrated. I think I just let lust take me over after that. I got up the nerve to walk up to Jay. Very nervously, I said,

“Well hey man…I know this is kinda weird but I read that plenty of people do this. What if you watch the porn on the screen but let me…ermm…jack you off…and like..um…it’s a psychological thing, you’ll be watching the TV and feel a stranger so it’ll feel like the girl and uh…”

I found myself rambling, now my face beat red. Jay looked puzzled,

“Dude, what the hell? Wouldn’t that be gay?”

As open about telling me sexual stuff about himself, Jay always seemed a bit homophobic, he nearly disowned me when he heard that I kissed a guy in a game of Truth or Dare.

“Well, I mean we already jack off in the same damn room, it’s not like it’d be gay, I mean we wouldn’t be lovers or shit, it’d just be jacking off, but I mean hey man if you wanna sit there and get blue balls that’s on you.” I felt like I played it off pretty cool. Jay paused

“Alright” he said. I was shocked. “But get a blanket off the bed so I don’t see you”.

I was hoping to god I wasn’t smiling like a little girl. I don’t know why the idea of this turned me on so much, but I was rock hard at the idea. I’ve always been into taboo, naughty things. My favorite porn has always been voyeur porn, squirting girls, stuff you don’t see in the humdrum Hollywood porn. I quickly grabbed a large comforter off the bed and covered myself, getting on my knees and bringing the top of the comforter to Jay’s stomach. I couldn’t believe I was face first infront of my best friend’s throbbing cock. I couldn’t help but to look at it awe for a bit. This was the first cock I had ever seen in person besides my own after all, and mine was only a mere 6 inches and no where near as thick as Jays’. I heard the DVD start again, we were in the middle of a hand job scene which was perfect for me. I began to stroke him slowly at first, working my hands like eskişehir escort I was molding a piece of art. It was thrilling to me. It was so different than stroking my own, and especially at a different angle. I weaved his cock through my hands at different angles and strokes, different speeds. I heard him moan more when I did a long slow stroke followed by a few fast strokes. I used my other hand to rub his balls and I felt his legs jump a bit. I could tell he was loving it..I was never a fan of having my balls played with but apparently he loved it. I watched every inch of his cock nearly dwarf my hand. Suddenly I saw something glisten at the head of his cock..it was a nice small puddle of precum. I squeezed his cock a little tighter and watched the precum drip down the shaft and on my thumb. This was such a turn on. I squeezed his cock again, but this time when I saw the pool of precum something took control of me, and I licked it up. Wow! It actually tastes good! Jay must have not been expecting this because I heard a sharp gasp between closed teeth.

I had to now. I slid my mouth over the head of his throbbing rod and licked in fast circles. I’ve never given head before, but I’ve watched so much porn I figure I can freestyle. Still rubbing his balls, I tried to get more of his dick down my mouth. I gagged when the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I shrugged it off, extended my tongue and moved my head up and down fast. I guess I was doing well because I could feel his hands on my back as he moaned and shouted

“Oh fuck, baby…I want to cum all over those tits.”

I almost forgot there was a DVD still playing, that he was obviously deeply involved with. I pulled his dick out of my throat long enough to catch my breath, then like a scuba diver going back in the water, I slide his cock as far in my mouth as I could bare. Slurping and stroking him, I couldn’t believe how soft a cock could be while it’s rock hard. I wanted to push my limits, so I held my breath and raised my back a bit, sliding his cock all the way down til I felt his balls on my chin, and I heard Jay shout

“Oh fucking shit!”

I wasn’t prepared for this massive load hitting the back of my throat. his cock slipped out of my mouth and started shooting me in the face with his hot seed. I quickly put it back in my mouth to suck out the rest. This didn’t taste as escort eskişehir good as the precum, which was weird to me, but either way I sucked it all up, wiped my face off with his cock then licked the cum off again.

I stayed under the covers as I caught my breath, and I could tell he was catching his as well. I didn’t know what to do…do I take off the blanket and smile up at him…do I keep myself covered and wait for him to leave the room? I was at a loss. I bravely backed away and then took the blanket off.

“Wow, that was freaking awesome” Jay exclaimed. He laid there on the chair, slightly sweaty, and cock still rock hard, covered in my spit.

“Yeah, that was pretty cool on my end to…hey…umm…think I could get a turn?” I was in high hopes, I wanted to see how awesome he could be at giving head.

“I’ve got an even better idea.”

Jay came over to me and put the covers back over my head…I had no idea what was going on…I landed on the chair’s side, and before I could ask what was going on, I felt a cold liquid against my ass, along with two finger,

“Oooohh shit…ouch!”

but before I could get over the pain of the fingers in my ass, I felt another object, much thicker start to slip inside.

“Shit dude, what the fuck?”

I shouted, though I didn’t feel like I could move. With almost a ‘pop’ feeling, I got 6 inches of Jay’s 8 inch cock in my ass. I moaned in pain as a white hot burning sensation came over me. Jay started to thrust his hips, fucking me slowly at first. The pain started to turn to pleasure. I had no idea what it felt like to be fucked up the ass. It’s a very mixed feeling sensation, of pain, uncomfortable, pleasure, and feeling like you’re in another world. Jay thrust harder and deeper inside of me, I just moaned along with him, I didn’t feel like there was much else I could do. His balls slapped against mine. My cock was still rock hard, and I started to feel as if I was pissing. I couldn’t see my own cock but when I felt it hit my leg I realized I was cumming from Jay fucking me. He moaned a familiar moan and pulled me as close to him as possible, unloading another hot load of semen inside my once-virgin ass.

“Ahhhhhhhh fuck yes!” He said in almost a victory tone. He kept it in me for a bit, I assume for good measure, then slipped out. My ass felt like it was hollow for a second, then felt like I should’ve ran toward the bathroom…Jay had already went to the bathroom to start wiping off his cock…I laid there on the chair, trying to catch my breath as cum pooled out of my ass onto my feet. I felt in disbelief, but satisfaction at the same time….Jay never mentioned what was going on in his mind during all this…just simply stated, “Next time, your house”….

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

“Mouse,” Karl called.

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

“What?” Mouse asked.

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine, if you’re such a bitch.”

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

“I’ll have to carry you again.”

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

***

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

“Hey,” someone called softly.

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

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

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

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

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

His eyes met Mouse’s magnetic gaze.

“Karl took nothing from you, okay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All right. It will heal.”

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

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

Francesco gulped. “Like what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Taste it? Next time?”

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

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

Mouse grinned. “Let me worry about that.”

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

“Much better now,” Mouse replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Or what?” Mouse challenged Karl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Francesco was in wonder that Mouse was still standing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

tbc

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

*****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“So, is this the trip you’re finally going to do it?”

“Do what?”

“Fuck dad.”

Michael’s twin sister Emily looked up from her phone with wide eyes. “Michael Bryson! What the hell are you talking about?”

“You’ve been flirting with him for a couple years now,” Michael said calmly. “I’ve seen how you give him views down your blouse or up your little skirts. I know you want him and I just figured this trip would give you ample opportunities. Plus, you got your hair cut almost exactly like mom’s.”

“Are you insane?” Emily replied. “Really, get help.”

“I saw him hug you at our eighteenth birthday party. I saw his hand creep down to your ass and how you smiled up at him. You were grinding against his crotch.”

“I was NOT,” she insisted. “He’s my father, for fuck’s sake.”

Emily wasn’t as mad at Michael for suggesting she have sex with their dad as much as she hated that he once again read her mind. Twins were like that and Michael and Emily were especially close. They sensed things friends never could. They were open books to each other and, as always, Michael knew how this one ended.

“I would no sooner fuck dad than…than…,” Emily stammered.

“See,” Michael laughed. “You can’t even name anyone. You’ve been through half the football team. Why stop now?”

“Well, name a cheerleader you haven’t done yet, Mr. Starting Quarterback.”

“You.”

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Emily said dryly.

“I suppose all those times with Tom Hilton were just practice so dad wouldn’t be disappointed,” Michael said.

Emily stifled her laugh. “It wasn’t that good.”

The trip in question was a celebration of the twins graduating and before they headed to college. Their parents, among the richest in hometown Victoria, rented a luxury condo overlooking the beaches of Ft. Myers and the Gulf of Mexico. It would be a week of sun and fun. One last family gathering before the kids went off to school.

Genetics were kind to Michael and Emily. Their father, Daniel, and mother, Sarah, were both intelligent and beautiful. The children inherited all of that and then some. Emily, in particular, was used to getting whatever she wanted and her tastes were expensive. A price could not be assigned to what she wanted the most, however.

Daniel Bryson was a doctor. Several female patients and a handful of nurses each could have been his for the taking. Each time he declined, choosing instead to remain faithful to Sarah, a successful attorney. Sarah’s brief stint as a model in college was set aside to pursue her legal career and agencies continued to contact her even into her forties. It was flattering, but not a path she wanted to take.

The condo was even better than the photos online indicated when Daniel reserved it. It had three big bedrooms and an open floorplan with fantastic views from both the main living area and the loft upstairs. The bedrooms provided plenty of privacy and the great room allowed for comfortable interaction between people. Michael and Emily were even more impressed with the condo when they learned of the jet skis that came with it.

Sarah was more interested in the fashion malls nearby and Daniel with the fishing charters. All in all, there was something for everyone.

Despite all of his sister’s protests, Michael was confident he was right about her intentions with Daniel. To that end, he decided to do his best to provide her with as many occasions as possible to be alone with their dad. He would worry later about how to extract the truth out of her about what they did. Michael knew which buttons to press to get her to confess. He only wished he had made a bet with her; a bet he knew he would win.

Emily always wore revealing bikinis, but she bought an unusually skimpy one for this trip. Though her breasts were average, at best, the top accentuated them perfectly. It was her ass that she believed her father might be more interested in, so she made sure the bottoms were as tight…and showed as much…as possible. It was as close to a thong as Emily would ever wear.

Michael smiled when Emily began wearing the bikini the first full day they were at the condo. It had a matching cover which she seemed to shed whenever Daniel was around.

‘And so, the quest begins,’ Michael thought to himself.

A few hours later, with Sarah shopping and Michael still on the beach, Emily found herself alone with her father in the kitchen. It was not difficult for her to maneuver close to Daniel in the surprisingly small space, compared to the rest of the condo.

“Do you like my bikini, Daddy?”

“Of course, hon. You always look great,” he replied, reaching for a plate.

She edged closer. “Are you going to swim?”

“Eventually,” Daniel answered. “It’s not my favorite thing, but I will.”

His back was to her. Emily moved forward until they touched.

“I think you look great, too,” she said almost in a whisper.

Her hands were on his hips. Daniel hesitated while making his sandwich, unsure what to do or say.

Emily said, “I’d istanbul escort love to see you in a swimsuit.”

Her hands crept around his waist and began to drop down the front of his shorts. Their bodies were now firmly together.

“I bet mom does, too,” she said with her fingers just inches from his crotch.

“Um, Emily….”

She kissed his ear. “Before we leave, I’d love to thank you properly for letting us come down here.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Daniel said nervously.

“But I want to.”

Emily brushed one hand across his crotch, catching just a hint of his budding erection.

She said, “I’ll do whatever you want, Daddy.”

Daniel hurriedly finished preparing the sandwich and forced his way out of Emily’s grasp.

“We’ll see,” Daniel replied on his way to the couch, leaving a grinning Emily behind.

She was used to her father’s noncommittal response. She’d heard it her entire life. This time she would not leave anything to chance.

Daniel was shaken by the experience, but not dismayed. He long questioned the forbidden feelings he had for Emily and put them off as natural happenings between father and daughter. He watched her grow into the lovely young woman she was, oftentimes having to remind himself that she was Emily and not Sarah. She was not there for his taking. Now, all those feelings boiled inside him with knowledge that Emily was at least, possibly, open to his acting upon them.

Daniel could only eat half the sandwich. His stomach churned.

When Sarah returned, Daniel and Michael were inside and Emily was back on the beach. Sarah laid her purchases on the bed for Daniel to admire, although all he saw were dollar signs in his head. They could afford indulgences, but his humble upbringing still made him question some of his wife’s spending habits. After hanging up the clothes and storing away the shoes, Sarah wandered into the great room and kitchen.

After eating a salad, she changed into a bathing suit and joined Emily.

When the girls came in an hour later, the condo was seemingly empty. Emily went up to her bedroom in the loft. Sarah took the beach towels and walked down the hall to the laundry room. On her way, she passed Michael’s bedroom and saw him playing video games. Wearing nothing but his Speedo, Sarah had to admit he was a good-looking kid. She threw the towels in the washer and headed back, deciding to stop at Michael’s door.

When he finally turned her way, Sarah said, “Didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No. I’m losing anyway. What do you need?” he said.

Michael threw the controller on the bed as Sarah walked in.

“Nothing. Just wanted to check in.”

Michael sat in a chair facing her. He couldn’t prevent his eyes from scanning his mother’s slim body in her one-piece suit. She looked much better than in her formal work clothes, which is what he saw her in most often. Likewise, Sarah took in her son’s muscular body, trying desperately not to focus between his legs.

“I’m fine,” he said. “This place is awesome. I think we’ll have a great time.”

“I hope so. It will be nice to be together without the pressures of work and school.”

“Agreed. You need a tan, too,” he smiled.

“You think?” Sarah replied. “This suit won’t give me much of one. You and Emily on the other hand….”

They laughed before Michael said, “Hers is smaller than mine, if that’s possible.”

“You both look great.”

With that, Sarah walked out with Michael watching every step she took. Forty-three isn’t that old, he told himself.

The next day started out even sunnier and warmer than the one before. Daniel and Sarah were the first to get up, followed by Michael. By mid-morning Michael and his mom were on the beach and Daniel sat in the great room in his bathing suit. A moment later, he rose and walked to the steps leading up to the loft and Emily’s bedroom and bath. He was two steps up when he stopped.

‘Don’t do it,’ he told himself. ‘Just don’t do it. She’ll leave for college after this vacation and the temptation won’t be there.’

Daniel stood motionless for several seconds before turning back toward the couch.

Soon, he heard footsteps behind him as Emily descended the stairs. His back was to her but he looked to the side and saw her pass. Emily was wrapped in a towel, her hair still wet from her shower. Daniel watched her go into the laundry room and quickly return. She walked straight to him, the towel barely covering her breasts and ending mid-thigh.

“Hi, Daddy,” she said cheerfully. “I thought my top was in the dryer. Guess not. Where is everybody?”

“At the beach, I guess.”

Emily walked to the window and peered out. Daniel stared at the arcs in the towel created by her ass.

“Oh, they’re going out on the jet skis. That should be interesting,” Emily said, turning to face Daniel again. “I thought mom was a little bit afraid of them.”

He said, “She is, but I’m sure she’ll be alright with Michael there.”

Emily approached the istanbul escort bayan couch, stopping directly in front of her dad.

“I guess we’re alone for a while,” she said.

“I was going out soon.”

“No. Stay here,” Emily said, stepping forward and forcing Daniel to spread his legs a bit.

“I really don’t…I mean…,” he mumbled.

He could reach out and touch her now, but hesitated. Emily leaned down, her tits above his chest and the towel laboring to restrain them. She started to kneel, her body against his crotch. Daniel felt his cock begin to respond as his heart pounded.

Before he could say or do anything more, Emily’s hand was on the front of his swimsuit.

“That’s it, Daddy. Just relax and enjoy it.”

She wrapped her fingers around it through the material and felt it grow. They looked at each other without speaking. Emily stroked him a couple more times and then moved her hands to the top of his swimsuit. As she pulled down on the waistband, she realized her towel was about to come loose.

‘Fuck it,’ she thought to herself.

Simultaneously, the towel dropped and Daniel’s swimsuit was lowered to reveal his thickening cock. Daniel’s eyes locked onto the luscious tits in front of him, the smooth stomach and thin waist below that, and the long legs stretched behind his daughter. His suit was at his knees and Emily’s head was moving toward his cock.

She gripped it firmly and said, “You’re SO big, Daddy. I’m glad.”

There was no response; perhaps because of the flood of sensations rushing through Daniel’s brain. Guilt. Dread. Pleasure. They were all there, fighting for dominance.

Emily moved forward, allowing her breasts to rest on his chest. She kissed him lightly; quickly.

“Lean back,” she told him.

Daniel complied and Emily returned to his now rock-hard cock. She kissed the head and licked it once. She placed her tongue at the very base of the long shaft and slowly, teasingly slid it back up to the top. Emily knew she would be allowed to continue and she desperately wanted to make had dad happy.

Daniel watched her open her mouth and wrap her lips around the very tip of his cock. He took a deep breath. Then, inch by inch, his daughter took his entire cock into her mouth. Daniel nearly sighed out loud, but caught himself in time, not wanting to give away the pleasure he felt. It was a useless exercise because Emily knew full well what he was feeling.

She began a methodical blowjob, intent on making this her best ever…and she had plenty of experience. Daniel, much less familiar with this form of sex, was only intent on not cumming too quickly. The pressure of Emily’s lips and the stroking of her tongue were all perfect. She wrapped the base of his cock with one hand and fondled it while her mouth concentrated on the portion above. Almost unconsciously, Daniel moaned.

Despite his best efforts, he needed to cum in just minutes.

“Emily,” he gasped. “I’m…I’m going to…oh God!”

The first spurt of cum smacked against the back of Emily’s throat and she swallowed just as the second erupted. Shot after shot followed until a streak flowed down her chin. Still, she sucked the cock harder and harder while her father groaned in delight. Only when Daniel removed his hand from the back of Emily’s head did she sit up, cleaning her chin with the towel.

Daniel opened his eyes to see his nude, smiling daughter.

***

“Oh my God, Michael, it was so frickin’ awesome,” Emily gushed. “I think he was hard before I even got to the couch. After that, it was a piece of cake.”

“Did he resist at all?” Michael asked, sitting on the edge of Emily’s bed.

“Oh, he might have said something. I forget. But I wasn’t listening. I was going to make him cum no matter what.”

Emily was pacing her bedroom floor, too excited to sit.

“So, it was good? I mean, he was…,” Michael started to ask.

“Fuck yeah! He made Tommy Hilton look like a little kid. That was BY FAR the biggest cock I’d ever seen,” Emily said, “and I thought he’d never stop cumming. I just HAVE to fuck him, Michael. I can’t imagine how good he would feel inside me.”

“Well, good luck,” Michael grinned. “I’m here for you if you need me to do anything to help.”

“Just get mom out of the condo for a while. Should be easy.”

Sarah didn’t need much urging to spend more time with her son. In the short time they had been in the condo, she found herself enjoying more and more the conversations they had and she certainly didn’t mind seeing Michael in his Speedo. In fact, she was so enthralled that one of her shopping trips resulted in the purchase of a two-piece bathing suit. Pleasing her husband was not the driving force behind the purchase.

Michael was duly impressed. The first time his mother wore the suit, he gazed long and hard at her full, firm breasts and shapely hips and ass. Her maturity resulted in a different kind of sexiness than the youthful sensuality of Emily’s body. While he continued escort istanbul to dwell on Emily’s assault on their father’s cock, he found himself increasingly contemplating his own relationship with Sarah.

Would she EVER contemplate sex with him? What would be the consequences if he tried and she didn’t consent? More importantly, what would be the consequences if she DID?

Whereas Daniel struggled with repressing his desires to have Emily, Sarah was trying to convince herself that being attracted to her son was all right. The idea of being sexually enticed by Michael was totally foreign to her and not somewhere she wanted to go willingly. For the moment, she accepted the fact she saw Michael in forbidden ways and convinced herself she would never act upon those thoughts. The problem was Michael’s mutual attraction to Sarah and his eagerness to prove it.

Michael approached his mom about the possibility of them going out on the large tandem jet ski and she quickly agreed. He saw it as serving two purposes. One, he would be alone with her and, two, it would give Emily plenty of time to be with their dad.

“Who’s driving?” Sarah asked Michael.

“Oh, you are. You need to learn how to handle these things.”

“You don’t value your life very much?”

Michael grinned and said, “I’ll be hanging on.”

Little did Sarah know just how literally her son meant that. Wearing her new two-piece suit, she and Michael walked to the beach and prepared the jet ski. Sarah took her seat in the front and Michael climbed on behind her, placing his hands on her bare midriff.

“Let’s go,” he told her.

Sarah gingerly accelerated, maneuvering around the few buoys that marked the safe swimming areas. Soon, the speed picked up and they were skimming across the smooth water directly away from the beach.

“You’re good at this,” Michael said loudly above the roar of the motor.

“Good teacher,” she shouted back.

People on the beach began to become specks. No other jet skis or boats were in sight. Michael decided to test the waters. His hands moved around to Sarah’s stomach and then upward until reaching the bottom of her breasts. He hugged her tightly as the jet ski bounced along.

Sarah slowed. Michael’s fingers lightly touched the outside of her bathing suit top. He let the breasts rest in his palms.

The jet ski came to a stop.

“Michael, you’re supposed to be…,” Sarah started to say.

“Can anybody see us?”

Sarah glanced back at the beach. “I can’t even make out the people.”

“Good,” Michael replied.

His right hand slid inside the top onto her breast. He felt the nipple, then squeezed the tit tenderly.

“Michael, stop.”

“You bought this suit for me, didn’t you?” he asked, continuing to massage her tit.

“I did not,” she lied.

“I like it. A lot.”

She breathed a sigh of relief when his hand left her breast, only to descend down her stomach to her waist and beyond. His fingers slid across the bottom of her suit until finding her pussy. Michael felt the warmth and grinned to himself.

“Have you ever wanted to cum in public in the middle of the Gulf?” he asked.

“Michael!” she exclaimed. “We better get back.”

“Not yet.”

His hand was inside the suit. Michael felt a patch of short, thin hair above her pussy. Then, a finger slid into the opening; the very wet opening.

“No, please,” she begged.

“Stand up and lean against the handlebars.”

Every muscle in Sarah’s body resisted, along with the voice inside her head. Michael was afraid her hesitation would end in defeat. Several seconds passed.

Sarah stood; her knees slightly bent. She leaned forward.

Michael found her clit and began to stroke it. Sarah’s body stiffened.

“You really are very sexy in that new suit,” he said softly. “I’m sure every man on the beach wants you.”

Moisture gathered on his finger as he rubbed her clit and inserted the finger deeper into her pussy. Sarah felt Michael’s hard cock against her ass. If only she could see it and touch it, she thought silently. His free hand now clutched at a tit and squeezed the nipple. Surges of pleasure raced through every part of her body.

They both listened intently for the sounds of an approaching craft, but all they heard were Sarah’s moans of delight. Michael rubbed harder and faster. The top of her suit was pulled off one breast, which he manipulated excitedly. Sarah realized it was too late to stop. There was no use begging, nor did she want to.

Michael felt his mother’s body start to quiver. Two fingers were now inside her. Then he returned to her clit and stroked it harder. It felt like his cock was extending out of his Speedo, but he never took his hands off Sarah.

“Cum for me,” he urged.

Sarah couldn’t speak. Between her legs and in her stomach, she felt the imminent eruption. She gripped the handlebars until her knuckles hurt. Then…she came.

Her cries went unheard except by Michael. Only he felt the shaking of her entire body as orgasm after orgasm flowed through her. He held a tit in his hand and caressed her clit between his fingers before rubbing it some more. Sarah muttered something Michael couldn’t make out, but she never stopped cumming. If it had gone on much longer, he was afraid his cock would explode from repeatedly sliding across her tight ass.

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This tale took place decades ago, before the internet and even cell phones. This is the first real occurrence that made me think I might be a cock whore. I hope you enjoy it.

I had seen an ad in our local free weekly paper for a place called Good Time Charlie’s Burlesque Revue, that had piqued my interest. So one evening I decided to take a ride and see what it was all about. I was expecting some kind of strip club but when I arrived, it was nothing like that.

As I entered I saw a sign stating you must be 21 to enter. I paused briefly as I was only 19, then continued in to see what would happen. To my right was a sales counter and past that was a doorway that connected a long hallway.

A sign read “you must purchase $5.00 in tokens to enter the arcade”. This was nothing but a porn shop! There were some adult toys on shelves and a bin with some VHS tapes in it and that was it. Disappointed, I was about to leave when a guy behind the counter asked what I wanted. I nervously asked for $5.00 in tokens and handed him a five.

I expected to be asked for ID but was just handed a stack of tokens and directed to the doorway behind him. I had never been in a place like this and didn’t know what to expect. As I went through the door I had to turn right or left to go down a long hall with many doors on either side.

Very simply these were just plywood with hinges on them that led into tiny one person rooms. I was at a peep show. Outside each door was a sleeve from a video that showed what was playing behind that door.

There were quite a few men standing around and they all seemed to perk up when I entered as I was by far the youngest guy there. I quickly ducked into the nearest door as I was trying to get my wits about me. I plunked a token in the coin slot and the tv in the wall came to life. As the room lit up I surveyed the tiny room. There was a bench to sit on and not much else.

Then I noticed it! A hole in the wall at zipper height. What was that for I wondered? As I stared at that hole I could see light through it, then I heard the creaking of door hinges and the hole went dark.

I could hear money being inserted in the slot in that room and a dim light coming through the hole. I inserted another token while still watching that mysterious hole. I saw a finger poke through the hole. I was shocked! I didn’t know what to do. The finger pulled out so I stuck my finger in the hole to see what would happen. I pulled my finger out and couldn’t believe what happened next!

A very large hard cock started poking through that hole. OMG! I was mesmerized by the sight. Then without thought I reached out and touched that cock. It was like my hand had a mind of its own. I felt it pulse at my touch and I slowly tightened my grip and got on my knees to get a closer look.

I could see the purple head as I started to stroke it and his foreskin as it slid over his head and back down. I kept stroking slowly then faster as I could see pre cum coming out of the hole. I felt the urge to flick my tongue out and taste his man man juice when all of a sudden there was a loud banging on my door and a deep voice said “you must drop tokens”.

Holy shit! I forgot about the movie. I dropped the cock and fumbled for my tokens as I struggled to get one in the slot. When I did I looked back at the hole and the cock was gone. I just sat there while the movie played. I was confused, ashamed, excited about what just transpired. I inserted one more token, hoping whoever pounded on the door was gone and waited for the time to run out.

As I slowly opened the door, expecting an upset clerk, there was no one there. I slipped out and quickly was making my way to the exit when I decided to use the restroom before my long drive home.

The bathroom was small with two full length urinals and one stall. The stalls were side by side with no wall between them and the stall across from them. It definitely needed a scrubbing but I didn’t care I was going to pee and get out.

As I pulled my dick out it was still partially hard from my recent exploit. I gave it a couple of tugs as I started going. Just then the door opened and a middle aged man walked in. He was maybe 6 ft tall and looked in decent shape.

We briefly locked eyes as he walked to the toilet next to me. He unzipped, stood a foot back and pissed. He really did have to go. I glanced at him, as he arched his back and let loose a strong, yellow stream. I then took a look at his cock. It was a good six inches long, thick, and only half-hard. ‘Wow, nice dick,’ I thought to myself.

Before today, I’d always thought I was straight and had never been with another man, however, in school I would sneak peeks at other guys when we showered after gym. And lately, I’ve been fantasizing about sucking a nice, hard cock, tasting a stranger’s cum, and even taking a stiff one up my ass! But these were just fantasies.

I guess it started about six months ago, when my girlfriend and I rented a porn video, no internet in those days, and I found myself extremely turned on by the hard cocks more than the women. As we watched karabük escort she started giving me a handjob and all I could do was stare at the cocks on screen and I shot my load in minutes.

Lately, I would look at other men, glancing at their bulges, and imagining what their cocks looked like. I’d been hoping I’d get the chance to see one up close – like the pretty cock I was staring at now. I slowly realized he had stopped pissing some time ago…

“Like what you see?” I suddenly heard. He had been watching me while I stared at his gorgeous cock.

Damn it! I was daydreaming about my faggot fantasies and got busted staring at stranger’s dick! I felt myself turning red from embarrassment and quickly looked away.

“Ah, sorry,” I muttered. I shook the last drop of pee off my own stiffening dick, zipped up, and started to exit the men’s room.

“Wait,” he said. I stopped. I felt compelled to obey him. “It’s alright,” he added. I turned and glanced sheepishly back at him. I froze.

He then turned to me, still holding his cock in his hand. “Go ahead, take a good look, I don’t mind.” He took a couple steps towards me, putting his back towards the door, his long dick still hanging out. “I’m actually proud of it,” he said, while giving it a shake up and down.

I looked him in the eyes (quite handsome eyes, I should say). He was well built, toned and strong. He brushed his hair out of his eyes, he shook his dick at me again and said, “Go ahead, take a good long look at another man’s cock – you know you want to…”

I did want to! I stared intently at his cock. It was slowly getting harder, longer, and fatter. It was almost eight inches long now. It had a nice, well shaped head with dark veins beginning to protrude on both sides. It pulsed. It looked delicious…

He shook it at me again for a third time. I watched it grow. Subconsciously, I licked my lip, imagining how it would feel… Imagining how it would taste!

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah, it’s beautiful,” I managed to croak. It was beautiful. It was perfect.

“It’s perfect,” I said aloud. I wanted it.

“Thanks,” he said.

There was silence in the small room while I stared at it. It was almost fully hard now, over eight inches of hard cock, long and thick! The flared head was slowly getting angry and purple. I watched it throb again.

Then, he asked me softly, “Have you ever touched another man’s cock?”

I shook my head ‘no,’ not even thinking about what had happened a few minutes ago, I couldn’t take my eyes off his hardening rod.

‘Oh God, what am I doing’? I thought to myself. ‘Get out of here, now!’ But, I was mesmerized by his cock, by his perfect, hard, throbbing cock! I couldn’t move… I wanted it like I never wanted anything in my life… I was hypnotized, controlled, and dominated by a complete stranger and his magnificent cock. I was getting turned on…

“Touch it,” he said. I paused… “Go on, it’s ok, touch it,” he added softly, “You may never get another chance.”

I knew he was right. I had to feel it, to stroke it! I reached my hand out, and stopped. This was my last chance to back out. If I continued, I would become my fantasy; a sissy and a faggot!

“Do it!” he commanded.

Startled, I did as I was told. I slowly reached over and softly grasped it with my trembling hand. It felt heavy and hard. It felt alive in my hand. I stroked it gently. It felt familiar, but thicker and longer than my own shaft.

“Wow,” I said aloud, stroking the length of his cock.

To myself I thought, ‘It feels so hot. It feels so wonderful.’ My emotions shook me as I realized I was holding another man’s cock! I felt it throb in my hand as I continued to stroke it gently; cognizant of the softness of my touch, and not wanting to move too fast, or grip him too hard, knowing I was making him feel good. My perverted fantasy was coming true.

“I knew you would like it,” he said “you were staring at my dick like a cock-hungry slut.” His words shook me.

‘Yes’, I thought to myself, ‘I do like it. And yes, I am a cock-hungry slut.’ I could not believe it! I was fondling another man’s cock, in a public restroom! My head was spinning, but it felt so right and I was getting so turned on. I felt my dick stiffening even more and I felt my last reserves of dignity leaving me. I tried to fight it. I made one last herculean effort to regain my sanity! Everything stopped….

“Um, OK, thanks,” I said, “that was really nice.” I had come to my senses! I loosened my grip, intending to leave. I was going to walk out and forget this ever happened.

“Don’t stop!” he said sharply, “keep stroking it! Close your eyes and enjoy it! You know you want this…”

That was it; I was compelled to obey him. I was lost! I closed my eyes giving in to the feelings coursing through me. I stroked his cock and moaned “Yes…, oh, it is so hard…, so long…, and so thick!” I was really getting into it now. It was hot! I wanted this man’s cock. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to make him cum! karabük escort bayan I wanted to be a cock-hungry slut for this nameless stranger, to submit totally to this Alpha-male!

He moaned softly as I gripped him tighter “Yes, do it…” he said. Images of cocks and cum flooded my mind. I was a sissy-whore, doing what I was meant to do! There was no turning back now.

“Hang on second – don’t stop!” he commanded. He turned his upper body, reached behind him, and locked the door. The ‘click’ sounded ominous in the small room. I continued to stroke his cock.

“Now, let me get these out of the way.” He dropped his pants and then his underwear. They dropped down to the floor. He pushed his cock forward and lifted his shirt at the same time. I could see all of him – his flat abs, his hard cock in my hand, his big beautiful balls. So manly, so perfect!

I moved closer to him and cupped his heavy balls with my other hand. Desire washed over me. I could smell his sweat, his balls, and his sex! Pre-cum began to ooze out of his slit and I rubbed it over the head. His cock pulsed as the slick goo slimed over our skin.

He moaned again, as I applied more dick-juice to his cock. I was rock hard in my pants. I groped his shaft and gently tickled his balls with my other hand. The only sounds in the room was our heavy breathing, our soft moans, and the sweet, scratching sound of my fingers running through the hairs on his heavy, cum filled balls. An eternity had passed. I was in heaven.

I knew what I would do next before he said it. “Suck it,” he said. “Suck my cock, you hot little bitch.”

I dropped to my knees immediately — just like a ‘hot little bitch’ should. I grinned. The world seemed to stop as I got a close up look at another man’s cock – the focal point of all my sissy desires! It was big, hot, and throbbing. Just for me and my faggot mouth! It was only inches from my face, it was really happening!

I moaned out loud as I prepared to worship my first cock! I reached out tentatively and gripped it behind the head. It was beautiful! The image is still burned in my mind! It was hard and thick; the veins running along it were filled with blood. It was slick from the pre-cum where I had smeared it, now shining from the fluorescent lights above me. The balls were swollen and full – I knew they were full of cum! Hot, thick man cum! I squeezed it, and saw another large drop ooze out. Everything happened as if in slow-motion! Without thinking, I leaned in and licked the clear fluid dripping from his piss hole. It tasted like nectar! I stared at his cock. I was mesmerized!

“Get busy, slut!” he growled. “Start working on my cock…, faggot…”

‘Yes, I am a slutty faggot!’ I thought, and his words only flamed my desire to please him. I quickly licked around the head, savoring all of the salty ooze I had rubbed over his cock. It tasted wonderful, and I wanted more! At his urging, I put my mouth over the fathead, swirling my tongue around the thick ridge. I licked the head some more, and, gripping his cock tightly, moved it left, right, up and down, so I could lick all around and behind the flared head. I knew this was making him feel fantastic. I wanted to show this stranger what a good cock-sucker I was! I was going to do the very best I could do! I needed to make him proud of me! I was going to give him the best blow-job he ever had!

I took the head into my mouth again. For some reason, licking and sucking cock seemed like the most natural thing in the world to me, and I suddenly realized that I loved it! More than that, I wanted it. No, I needed it, I craved it! I had to have more! I was on fire!

“Call me more names,” I begged, “call me your little-sissy-faggot-bitch. Let me be your faggot-cock-sucking-whore,” I whispered.

Suddenly, he slapped me, hard, across the face.

‘Smack!’

I looked up at him startled, ‘How did I displease him?’ I wondered.

“Shut up faggot!” he said, “get busy sucking my dick, you cock-hungry whore! Suck it all the way down, bitch!”

Yes! This is what I wanted and what I have craved! To be degraded and used as a slutty, cum receptacle for anonymous men!

I started sucking him deeply into my hot, slutty mouth. I wanted nothing more that to please him, to make him cum, to be his perfect cock-sucking faggot! I began bobbing my head slowly at first, up, and then down. His thick shaft stretched my jaw to the limit, as I sucked this cock the best I could! Deeper, and deeper, in and out, being careful to keep my teeth out of the way. I didn’t want to get slapped again!

“All the way faggot! Suck it all the way down!” he demanded. He then put a wide hand on the back of my bobbing head and tried to shove his cock further down my sissy, cock-gobbling throat!

“Mmmmphhhh!” I moaned in alarm. His cock forced its way deeper, filling my throat to its limit and suddenly cutting off my air supply! On the backstroke, I took a deep breath, my nostrils flaring, still sucking and not missing a beat.

Again, he pushed my head down, going deeper this escort karabük time. “I’ll skull-fuck you hard if you don’t take all, slut!” he urged.

‘Could I do it?’ I thought? ‘Could I take his whole shaft down my throat? Breathe! Breathe!’ I thought to myself! If I was not careful, I would pass out from lack of oxygen. I had practiced on bananas and other objects but the cock plunging in and out of my throat was longer and thicker than anything I had tried! But, I had to try; the overwhelming desire to please him consumed me!

I relaxed my throat, closed my eyes and took a deep breath! He sensed a change in me, and started going slowly. He gently forced his fat cock down my throat, past my gullet, until I felt my face touch his stomach. I did it! I held him there and then I swallowed, knowing he could feel my throat tighten around his cock. I slowly brought my head back, feeling his cock slide out of my throat. I took my mouth off of my prize, all without gagging the least little bit! It bounced before me, and I looked up at my lover.

“Someone’s been practicing,” he said, grinning at me.

I was in love! I slowly put him back in my mouth, taking him deeply in and out of my throat, over and over again. All the way down, all the way up!

“Oh yeah, you faggot! Damn, you are good. Oh, yeah! Keep sucking my fat cock, you dick-bitch, you fucking slut!”

I was so happy, so proud, and so horny! I continued to suck him as he began face-fucking me again, as if my mouth was nothing but a pussy to be fucked hard! I gasped for breath when I could, letting him have his way with me.

“Yeah, you fucking queer! You’re nothing but a cock-sucking sissy-boy! That’s it! Suck it! Damn, you were born to be a cock-sucking whore!”

His words made my dick harder. I felt like I would cum every time he called me a ‘fag’, a ‘whore”, a ‘cocksucker’!

“Oh yeah, bitch,” he moaned. “What a great, fucking blow-job from a sissy-faggot-cock-whore.”

He kept up a steady stream of foul names. Calling me every name he could think of, “dick smoker”, “fag-hag”,” knob-gobbler”. He asked if I liked cocks up my ass (I nodded), and then started calling me “fudge packer”, “turd burglar”, “ass pirate”. “Are you cum- slut?” he asked. “Are you a cum-guzzler, a cum-dumpster?” All the while fucking my face relentlessly! Oh, how I loved it! I was in heaven!

His words spurred me on. Time to make him cum! I somehow got him to stop fucking my face by pulling away and saying, “Let me do it, let me make you cum all by myself, please?”

He slapped me again for my insolence, but that didn’t stop me from sucking his glorious cock. To my delight, he stopped his thrusts, and allowed me to continue, as I made hot, faggot-love to his cock the best I knew how. Slurping sounds filled the room as I quickened my actions. Spit drooled down my chin as I worked on him. I wanted him to cum! I wanted to taste his cum spurting down my throat. I wanted to feel his hot cum blasting in my face. I wanted to be a cum-guzzling faggot whore! I bounced my face on his cock, faster and faster! All the way down, till I could lick his balls, then all the way back up! He didn’t have to fuck my face; I was doing it for him!

As his cock would leave my mouth-hole, I would jack his flesh with one hand, while rubbing his balls with the other. I would swirl my tongue around his sensitive head every time he slid out of my throat and into my hot, sucking mouth! I got a rhythm going, knowing I would be rewarded soon! Deep-throat his cock, swallow his cock, slide it out, jack it, tickle his balls, tongue his fathead, and repeat. Down, up, swallow! Jack, tickle, swirl! I was a cock sucking machine, with only one, no two things on my mind — his pleasure and my hot, slimy reward!

“I’m going to cum, you whore! Your faggot mouth is making me cum! Take it, queer-boy! Take my cum, bitch! Ahhhhhhhh!” he cried!

I felt his cock swell. The head expanded in the back of my throat – I pulled back until his flared gland was resting on my tongue – I wanted to taste it!

It swelled even more and I felt the cum surging up his shaft! The first blast hit the roof of my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his swollen head, tasting his hot spunk!. There was so much cum! I bobbed my head slowly, savoring the taste as I cupped his balls and worked his shaft with my hand. I swallowed down the first slimy load!

Quickly pulling his cock out of my mouth, I continued to jack him off, and gave his cock a loving lick! I wanted to see it spurt! Aiming it at my open mouth, I watched as it jerked again and then he spewed a large wad of cum from his piss-slit. I watched it sail over my eyes, blast my forehead, and drip down my cheek. I quickly lowered my aim and watched another blast fly right into my open mouth! I kept it in my mouth, savoring the taste, as another blast hit my open lips and fell to my chin. I felt it drip to the floor. Not wanting to lose any more delicious cum, I popped his still spurting cock into my mouth, locking my lips tightly around his shaft. I sucked and swirled my tongue around his head until I felt the cum blasts lessen, softly spurting into my hot mouth, once, twice, and then slowly oozing a few more times. I swallowed as best I could as he erupted; only a little escaped from the corners of my mouth. So much yummy cum! I sucked the head gently, trying to get the last drops of ejaculate into my mouth.

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Jack gave me a call, and he said he was having a man play party at his house this weekend. I said yes I would love to come. He said Kevin and Mark would be there along with some of his other friends. It was a 3 day weekend for me so I would have a day to recuperate. Jack indicated that I would probably be the only younger man there. All the rest he said would be 60+.

When I got there around 9pm Saturday Jack ushered me in. He was of course naked at the door when he greeted me.

We hugged and kissed each other momentarily. I noticed several men in the living room naked as well. He guided me towards the kitchen area where he offered me a beer. He indicated that if I wanted some good smoke there was a communal pipe with hash hish in it. He offered me a choice of levetra or cialias pill to add to my hard on pleasure. I chose the levetra. Jack said, “We’ve all taken one this evening along with the hash. It gives such marvelous hardon’s that last along time after we’ve cum.” I had used both during private moments and knew they both give tremendous hardon’s.

I took the pill with a swig of beer, and Jack lit up the hash pipe. As soon as I took a hit off the hash my cock stated to twitch, and I felt my balls tighten up in their encased ball rings I was warring. Jack leaned over and kissed me running his tongue across my lips. He was nude and sporting a good hardon already. He smiled at me as I too several more hits off the hash pipe saying, “This will be a long nights journey into a daytime of pleasure.”

I could see into the living room, and saw most of the men seemed older (my type as they know how to m2m love). Jack wondered off and I took a couple of more hits of hash. I could feel its Horney effects on me already. My cock was beginning to rise and I hadn’t done a thing yet. As I wondered into the living room the TV was showing two older men 69ing each other, and enjoying every minute of it.

There where two men on the couch men on the couch as I sipped my beer kissing and fondling each other, and grinding their bodies into each other.

I went outside to the pool area, and there where more nude men engaging in conversation. As I was standing there I smiled at an older, thin, gray haired man, and he came over to me and said, “Hi! My name is Mike.”

I reached out and shook his hand and noticed he was fit for a man over fifty, and was already sporting a nice semi uncut 8″ hard on.

We chit chatted a few minutes when he eased me up against a brick wall, and kissed me running his tongue into my wet mouth. I sucked on it as he kissed my lips.

I could feel his lusty hotness against my body. I kissed him back passionately while now feeling hatay escort his hard cock pressed against my belly. He reached down and grabbed my hands and pulled them to the side of my face saying, “I want to suck your cock, and fuck your ass.”

Mike slid down my body and nibbled on my erect nipples while his hand groped my balls and stroked my cock. All I could do was stand there as he got down on his knees and took my 7″ cock into his mouth.

The smoke and the levetra where taking effect and I realized I hadn’t had a hardon like this great in years.

Mike sucked on my cock till it felt like it was going to explode. He pulled on my balls as he sucked me. Mike stopped momentarily saying, “Turn around I want to lick and suck on your cunt ass.” His nastiness turned me on, and I complied.

Mike took my ass cheeks and he buried his tongue in me teasing my rosebud. As he did this I knew this is where I needed to be. Mike drove me crazy with his tongue licking my rosebud. I could feel the heat of his tongue. Mike eased himself away from me and leaned into me saying, “I want to fuck you.” Those where all the words I needed to here; as we walked back into the house holding hand’s towards a private room.

One room we entered 3 older men where getting it on. One was fucking, while the man being fucked was being sucked off by and older man. We watched them for a few minutes, proceeded down the hallway to another room. It was empty.

Mike being older and knowing what he wanted guided me into the dimly lit room. It had a large bed, and he said, “Get on the bed, and get your ass in the air. I want to eat your ass some more. You are tasty.” I leaned down on the bed and Mike proceeded to spread my ass cheeks, and drive his tongue deep in me.

I hadn’t experienced and ass eating like he gave me. Occasionally he would pull on my balls and drive his tongue deep into me. Mike was getting nastier with comments finally saying, “Lay on your back bitch. I want to fuck you.”

I turned over and Mike was standing there in front of me with his glistening well lubed uncut cock. Mike eased himself up on the bed taking my legs and spreading them wide. I could see his well tanned body with his nipple rings dangling. He poised himself over me with his warm feeling cock at my rosebud when I said, “Oh Mike! Fuck me; fuck my bitch cunt ass good.”

He slid right in about half way, and buried his tongue in my mouth teasing my ass with his cock. As he did this I knew this where I needed to be. Mike drove me crazy with his tongue licking my lips. Mike leaned into me saying, “I am going to fuck you good.” Then he slammed the rest of his cock deep hatay escort bayan into me. Sliding him deep into me, I could feel his hardness penetrate me deeply. My ass tightened around the base of his cock and it felt so good sliding deep in me and back out again. We where both loaded and horney as my legs wrapped around him, and I pulled him into me. Mike thrust himself deep into my ass screaming out, “Oh fuck! Your ass is good and tight. Fuck my cock motherfucker.”

Mike fucked me hard and deep the way I liked it when a man is really Horney, hard, and nasty. I spread my legs wider saying, “Fuck me Mike! Fuck me good. I want you’re cum in me in me motherfucker.” I squeezed his Mike’s hard cock deep in me.

Mike looked down into me, and my ass squeezed his cock in my ass. See sawing back and forth pulling all the way out and slamming back into me. I lay there with legs spread and for moment thought this man know how to fuck. I could feel his cock thrust deep into me. Mike was beginning to thrust into my wet slipper ass harder saying, “Oh yeah! Tighten that ass motherfucker. I’m going to cum in you deep.”

I could feel Mike’s cock swell each stroke as I squeezed my cunt ass opening. I was meeting his strokes, saying, “Fuck me Mike! Fuck me good.” I could feel him swell even more and clapped down on his cock as he started to cum. Mike screamed out, “Oh fuck! I am cumming.” He shot forth his load deep in me, bitch fucking me deep. I could feel his cum filling me up and feeling the warmth of his cum deep in me. I screamed out, “Yeah Mike! Fuck me deep and let me feel your load.” Mike fucked me good and deep as any man could, and was still hard as he pulled out of me. We laid down together panting, trying to catch our breath. He said, “I am drained, and tired. Thank you. That was the best fuck I’ve had in years.”

I smile at him and said, “That is the best fuck I had in years. Why don’t we see what else is happening.” We left the room and parted company with a kiss.

I went back to the living room where there more men having fun in the living room, and watching the movie. As I stood there I felt a finger starting to slide up my ass. I turned to see it was Mark, and I reached to the side of me and felt his hard cock stroking it back and forth. He leaned into me and said, “Let’s go find Jack and show these men how to really fuck.”

We first headed off to the kitchen to have another beer and smoke. It felt good to be this hard and uninhibited around these other men sporting semi-hard cocks. Even though the men where much older they all felt like young men as horny as they where. Mike and I both talked about this and agreed escort hatay this is why we liked these parties.

We wondered around and found Jack in the orgy room. When Mike and I entered we where sporting hardon’s and Jack beckoned us over. An older man was sucking him off and got tired when Mike said to me, “I want to suck that ass of yours.” I went over and straddled his cock and eased it against my already wet ass. I slid it in easily all the way to the hilt. His cock felt so fat and filling in me I screamed out, “Oh fuck that feels good. I’m going to ride your cock motherfucker. With that I ground him deep into me feeling him swell inside me stretching my wet ass, and feeling that full feeling of man who knows how to fuck. I was enjoying the sensation of him fucking me, and pinching my nipples. I was lost in lust when I opened my eyes I saw several men watching us stroking there hard cocks, and wishing they could be Jack. Jack moaned out, “Fuck my cock bitch.” I leaned in and played with his nipples, and squeezing his hairy man breasts. On man reached in and ran his hand across my ass sliding a finger against my rosebud feeling Jack’s cock.

Jack reached out and put his hands on my hips thrusting upwards at the same time. He I could tell was about to cum in me, and thrust myself harder and deeper onto his cock. He groaned out, “I’m going to cum in you bitch.”

I yelled out, “Breed me motherfucker. Fuck me good.” While Jack and I where lost in pleasure, I noticed Mark was on his knees sucking off one of the men watching us, and the other two men where on the other bed 69’ing each other. I eased myself off Jack’s still hard cock. I knew he had no more cum, but his cock look deliciously hard.

We three left the room and went to the kitchen, and had another beer. Another man named Steve came in. He was 60ish, tanned except around the waist where he was sporting semi-hard 7″ cock. He introduced himself, and we talked a bit when he reached over and starting playing with my cock. It soon rose, and Steve was on his knees sucking me off. I leaned back against the counter enjoyed the sensation of this man’s warm mouth around my cock slurping up and licking my pre-cum. He eased me into the living room onto the couch and really went down on me. I watched the movie and felt the sensation of his mouth going all the way down onto my cock with his throat muscles milking my cock. When he pulled down on my balls I couldn’t hold my cum any longer, and he sucked it all in. He came up and snow balled me letting a load of my own cum in my mouth. Tasty. He stood up and he was hard from sucking me off. He reached out and pulled my head onto his cock. I found my mouth stuffed with cock and he let loose a load after a few moment of sucking him off. Afterwards he said, “Man you suck good cock. Would you like to come over to my place next weekend?”

I said sure, and he gave me his phone number. It was well passed 3 am. I found Jack and thanked him for inviting me, and left.

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