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For years I had sought cock in adult bookstores. Whenever I was on the road, the first thing I would do when I checked into my motel was to grab the yellow pages and look for an adult bookstore in that town.I was not interested in meeting guys outside of a bookstore. An anonymous cock coming through a hole in the wall, a pair of lips and tongue or a finger beckoning me to stick my cock into the hole and the bliss of having my cocked sucked by some stranger was all I needed.These were the days before the internet took off and back when there were more adult bookstores. Almost every town I stayed had one or more and it was great, but like all good things, those times were coming to an end for me. A job that didn’t require travel as much, marriage and the closing of many adult bookstores led to a great reduction in cock for me. I had pretty much resigned myself that this was to be my life from here on out.I loved my wife, the sex was great, but deep down, every now and then, I still craved cock. But it was out of reach as I was not willing to risk isvecbahis my home life and a possible divorce, just so I could suck a cock. Around this time the internet was starting to come into its own and I discovered gay hook up sites.It was great to see so many guys, married and single, bi and gay out there craving cock too. It wasn’t the anonymity that I wanted though so I had to be content with reading the ads of guys seeking what I wanted, but was not willing to answer.After a few years of this, I finally broke down and put myself out there on the just to see if there was any interest in me. It wasn’t until I got a digital camera and took a photo of myself, hard and shaved, that I started getting responses.I wasn’t going to do anything, but it was fun to flirt with other guys, read the stories they posted, real or unreal and see all the photos all those great looking cocks. The more I read the more I was determined to find someone who was willing to risk what I was willing to risk. I needed to find someone married and who could host.While isveçbahis giriş surfing a site one night, I got a message that someone liked my cock and wanted to meet. I had seen many of these offers before. I would respond back that I could not host and that it would require a lot of planning on my part. He continued to try to get me to commit to meeting him.One day, out of the blue, my wife came home from work and said she was being sent out of state for some training for a week and I realized that this was my chance. I notified the guy that I might be free the next Tuesday and waited for a response. A day later, it came and he asked me to let him know for sure soon.My wife left on a Sunday and that evening I sent him an email asking if Tuesday was still ok. I got a response back and we came up with a plan. I would call my wife to pre-empt her bedtime call to me saying I was tired and was going to go to bed early. Then I would meet him at a local coffee place, I would follow him home and once again have a cock in my mouth, isveçbahis yeni giriş only this time it would not be through a hole, but would be attached to the rest of a man, something new for me and another new thing was that he was black.Tuesday came, I called my wife and then went to Starbucks. A newer SUV was waiting there, engine running. I pulled up alongside and rolled down my window and he did the same. He knew what kind of car I would be driving so he knew it was me and he asked how I was doing and I replied I was nervous and he said he understood and if I wanted to back out that was fine.I told him, “Let’s go.”We drove the few blocks to his gated community. His garage door opened, he pulled in and I pulled in next to him. The door closed and we went inside. He introduced himself as Walter and I told him my name and we sat down on the couch making small talk.He said I looked cute, which to me was an odd thing to say. I had not looked at a guy and thought he was cute, I was just there for cock.I said, “Thanks.”And he said, “What do you want to do?I told him, “Take you in my mouth,” and with that, he stood up, moved in front of me and lowered his zipper.I got down on my knees and for the first time, I was about to take a cock into my mouth and it was not in a glory hole.

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On Saturdays, I had a regular breakfast gathering with two of my longest-standing buddies. We were all in our mid-twenties and had known one another for over five years. The place we frequented made the most incredible three duck egg omelette. Comparing a duck egg to a chicken egg, if you will forgive my ridiculous comparison, is like comparing Swiss chocolate to homemade fudge.One Saturday morning, as we gathered for our weekly indulgence, Peter, who was one of the three, then intrigued us with an incredible story of his previous evening’s activities. Andrew and I were captivated by the tale that unfolded about his visit to The Dungeon Bar.Even though Andrew and I had heard about The Dungeon Bar before, we had never visited the place. It was a leather bar, and therefore, I wasn’t interested in frequenting the establishment. I had always found the idea of dressing up in ridiculous gay leather garb somewhat silly. What I didn’t know, however, was that the large back section of the bar was an urophilia haven. Peter then went on to describe the action section in this water sports heaven.I was fascinated because I had recently become absorbed by piss-play after going home with a guy from a bar I patronized. Once the man coerced me into isvecbahis the pleasures of this practice, I took to it like a duck to water.Strangely, I had always been turned on by watching men pissing, but I had never taken it further than that. What I now found was that not only was the taste of piss incredible, but the smell, warmth, and feel of the liquid made me delirious with horniness.After finishing his meal, Andrew then made an early departure because of some errands he had to run. Peter and I then ordered another cup of coffee and continued chatting. It was clear that Peter had loved the place and would be visiting there again. He assured me that if I was into piss, The Dungeon Bar was golden heaven.“Do you have to wear leather?” I asked.“Yes, that’s mandatory, Jerome,” he answered.“Mmm,” I replied, somewhat dismissively.“Fuck, Jerome, that’s no big deal, and well worth spending a few bucks on an outfit,” Peter assured me, before continuing, “I’ll take you to the place where I bought mine. All you need is a leather harness and jockstrap,” he said incredulously, before concluding, “Oh, yes, you will also need rubber flip-flops. One can’t be too careful when it comes to plantar warts.”After we had paid our bill, Peter then isveçbahis giriş suggested we go to the place where he had bought his gear. My interest had peaked by now, and I happily followed him to the shop.Peter took control of the shop and coordinated my outfit. Upon paying my bill Peter and I took leave of one another before I made my way home.Late that afternoon, I donned my harness and leather jockstrap. I was not willing to pay for the additional expense of a bomber jacket, leather cap, and leather pants, and so I merely pulled on a loose shirt and pair of jeans over the leather garb. Of course, I also had my flip-flops on my feet.After going down a flight of stairs from street level, I entered The Dungeon Bar somewhat apprehensively. At first glance, the bar area had an overtly masculine aura with hunky leather-clad and tattooed guys milling about. I do not wish to be condescending in any way or form, but I had always viewed the leather scene as somewhat ridiculous. Impishly, a thought summarily crossed my mind as I looked about, imagining all the men going into a song and dance routine of a Village People type of hit song.I did, nonetheless, remind myself that the object of my visit was that I was a happy little isveçbahis yeni giriş bee, drawn to the golden nectar, which I would hopefully soon be savouring.After having undressed, my shirt and jeans that were put into a duffel bag and stored behind the bar. Next, I strode toward the rear of the establishment with a beer in hand.The first room I entered was a large showering area, which was no doubt for rinsing oneself off, once you had visited the main ‘action-room’ that lay beyond.As I entered the main room, my eyes lit up because it was every bit as decadent as I had hoped.Before commenting on the activity taking place in that room, allow me to describe the layout of this place.All along the left wall, there was a long steel urinal with a bespoke gully, about six inches deep and three-foot-wide. In front of the urinal, there was a raised platform. Next, on the back wall, I saw four crossed wooden structures with constraints on all the extremities of these constructions. Between these structures, there were hooks from which an array of straps and whips were hanging. To my right, there were chain-link cubicles with plastic-clad wooden bunks up against the wall. In the centre of the room, there were four solid-looking slings, positioned in a square formation, several yards apart. The wall on either side of the entrance door had numerous water coolers, no doubt for bladder replenishment. What enchanted me most was the very distinct smell of piss permeating in the room.

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My dad was mad as soon as I told him I wanted to spend the summer in Pine Flat. But then, my dad was mad most of the time. He said, “You’re not going to fucking spend the summer away and you’re not going to go stay with your fucking sister!” Wow! How did he know that Olivia was fucking?But I said, “No, no. See, I can stay with Mark (my cousin) and Stan (my uncle). They want me to.” But, he wouldn’t budge. Mark was all disappointed but he always had ideas and he told his dad, my Uncle Stan, to talk to my dad so he and my uncle convinced my dad that everyone would get a break. And after all, he never had any problems with Mark so I might learn a thing or two. And besides, I was sixteen and it was about time I learned how to be away from home. My dad was a woose so he gave in.I was so happy. I would be free like Mark because Uncle Stan was a girl-chaser and hardly ever around. I figured Mark and me were plenty old enough to know what to do with free time. He was a cocksucker who did it with his boyfriend. I was an almost-cocksucker because I had only done it four times because I could never get away from home enough, same as my sister except she escaped to go to college where she went sorta wild even getting gang-banged to “fuck the rage out of” her. Ha-ha. Like that was ever advertised as a treatment for anger! I wondered what doctor told her that! Maybe she learned it in college because they teach all kinds of things there.When we got to Pine Flat, Uncle Stan said he had to leave so me and Mark went to the back of the house and through the porch door and to Mark’s bedroom on the left. Mark said, “Yeah, I bet he’s going out chasing skirts.” I asked, “You mean someone’s laundry got away?” I laughed. “It’s dark out. He’ll never find anything.” Between him and my sister, there sure were a lot of gullible people in my family.Uncle Stan was nice, so nice that he walled off the big back porch to make two bedrooms, one for Mark and one for his older brother Eddie who went off to Army. Then, he turned a back laundry room into a bathroom and a storage closet into a mini kitchen and he did it all for privacy so Mark and Eddie didn’t have to come into the house when he had to “do his business”. He must have had an important job because the door to the house was locked most of the time. I hadn’t seen Olivia since Mother’s Day. She picked us up and drove to Huntsman’s Restaurant. She was her same ragey self, sneering nose, smoking outside, a new tattoo— on her arm, okay? She didn’t show us on her privates. We’re not like that. She was glad to be away from Allendale so she could fuck, fuck, fuck and gangbangs were revenge on our father and took her to explosions and then she could live in peace for awhile. But, after doing it at campus parties, she figured that revenge sex would be better if she let creepy, sweaty, guys old as our father gangbang her. “It’s like, ‘In your face, daaaaady!’. Yeah, older guys. Best fucking ever!”Older guys were the best? Wow, I really did learn a lot from my sister and I figured, if it was that good then, “I want to do it!”Her face twisted. “What the fuck?””Yeah, exactly! And, like you said, older guys!””Listen you freaky little cocksucker, it won’t work for you.””Wh . . . Why not?” I protested.”Because, you’ve never taken a dick down your throat. Those guys go deep and hard and you can’t even deepthroat a toothpick!””Yeah I can!” I reached for the toothpicks until Mark grabbed my hand.”You fall for everything.””No I don’t. Like, these girls were talking at the mall and one said she put Velveeta on her butt and a guy licked it off and then the other girl was all, ‘Well that just goes to show you that there really is cheese on the moon’. I laughed at them and told them there’s no such thing. See!”Her head shook. “Fucktard!” She began rummaging through her purse. “Dammit, no change for a tip!” She was going to leave? Desperation set in and I asked her how I could do what she did and she said, “Look Brynn, you can’t deepthroat so forget it.””I can learn!””In that case, I have two pieces of advice. First, get Uncle Stan to buy you a dildo.”I nodded, “Okay, okay. Then what? Then what?”She put her face close to mine. “Then, go fuck yourself!”She went to the isvecbahis cashier.”See Mark? She went from saying ‘forget it’ to telling me how I could start. She’s totally in!” Mark questioned me but I said if she said it was the best sex then she would know. After all, she was in college. She returned with her keys in her hand and told us to walk back to Pine Flat. She turned to leave.”Wait!” Mark said. “I got an idea. Why should Brynn have to teach himself with a dildo? Why can’t your older guy see if he knows someone, you know, to train him?”Olivia growled, “No fucking way! I’m not going to have my stupid little brother fuck things up for me. Like I said, go fuck yourself.” Well duh, I already had agreed to that.”But Olivia,” Mark persisted, “you know what it’s like to live in Allendale and be grounded and restricted and yelled at. You got your escape so now, you gotta help Brynn get his. You have to.””I don’t have to do anything!” she hissed. “But . . . I see your point. Okay, I’ll think about it.””But also think about if you help Brynn, it’s like double revenge.”Her fingers tapped on dark Naugahyde and she said, “Well, I never thought about that. Maybe. Maybe.””You can at least talk to your guy. You can at least do that much.”She shrugged. “Double revenge?” She paused. “Okay look, I’ll talk to Jeffers but whatever he says, that’s that. I’m not going to push it and fuck up my own fucking. I’ll let you know.”I sorta thought that was that, but she called the next morning and said, “I explained things to Jeffers and he knows a guy who likes to work with newbies.””He’s a farmer?””What the hell?” “You said new beans.””Fucktard. ‘Newbies’. It means he likes to work with guys who don’t know shit. Anyway, he’ll train your fucking throat. I told Jeffers to not have him call you until after 2pm. His name is Tom.”I was practically jumping and I thanked her a zillion times. “You’ll thank me by not fucking this up. You better fucking do it right or I’ll beat the shit out of you, you freaky little cocksucker!”And she COULD beat the shit out of me. Fact, most girls could. I was about the size of an average girl only skinnier, less aggressive, and easily intimidated. And I heard about her beating a skinny boy after school. She pummeled his face and then sat on it while others watched and laughed. That was the last thing I wanted for my face, I mean getting all pummeled like that.Right at 2pm, my phone rang.”Is this Brynn?” a smooth voice asked.”Yeah. Who is this?” “Tom.”Oh yeah. Like duh … what other older man had ever called me?”I don’t want to talk on the phone so just answer one question with ‘yes’ or ‘no’. Okay? I’m told you’re looking for some throat training. Yes or no.””Yeah.””Ahhhh, good. So, let’s meet and talk. When are you available?””Now.”He laughed. “Well, I’m a business man so I can’t just drop everything right now. Take an hour or so to arrange things. How about at three.””Okay.””Where do you live?””At home.””Yes, well I suppose we all live at home. I mean, where is home?””Allendale.””Damn. Too far. I thought you were in Pine Flat.””I am.””But, you said Allendale.””I’m staying with my Uncle and cousin.””And where is that?””Pine Flat.” He sighed. “Like you go past Colby’s General Store and take a right on McLellan and–“”No Brynn. I don’t want to pick you up there. I would be … uncomfortable … I mean because … it’s a dirt road and I just got my car washed.” Well, that sure made sense. “I’ll meet you at the east end of Colby’s boardwalk. I’ll be driving a blue four-door.”I got to Colby’s early and boy was I glad I did because I realized that I didn’t know which way was east. A big rancher kind of man was leaving the store and I ran to him and asked which end was east.”It’s that way.” He pointed to the right hand side of the building. “Why?””Well because I’m suppose to meet a man I never met and go with him in his car.”The man’s eyebrows tilted. “You’re going to meet a man you don’t know and go with him in his car? And do what?””He’s going to train my throat!” “What the hell?” He eye-balled me for a few seconds. “Do you sing?”I said “Yeah” because, duh, doesn’t everybody? “Anyway, he’s a friend of the family.”He shook his head and got in his pick-up and left. isveçbahis giriş Wow, what was HIS problem? Anyway, I was glad he was gone, but if he hadn’t left, I had something else I could say that was sure to make him leave. I would have told him, “He’s like a best friend of the man who helps my sister’s anger with that new gang-bang treatment.” Yeah, that would have done it!A few minutes before three, a blue car slowed, its right blinker flashed, and it pulled up while the passenger window was going down.”Brynn?” he asked while pushing the door open.As soon as I was in, he moved quickly to the highway. He said he was Tom and I felt a lot of relief because that told me I got into the right car.”We’ll go down the road here a little. There’s a picnic area. You can relax because I’m … I’m very experienced with this kind of thing. I’ve trained five . . . I mean fiftee . . . what am I saying? I’ve trained nearly fifty newbies like you. And I’m patient.” He liked that I smiled. Of course I smiled. I knew what “newbies” meant. “In fact Brynn, I’m licensed. Yes, studied with … the masters. Passed my exam on the first try. If you ask other trainers, they’ll tell you there is no such thing but, well, that’s only because they’re too lazy to study.”He drove. I fidgeted.”Almost there. We can talk. Make sure we’re on the same page.””What page?”He laughed. “Well . . . uh . . . the manual. Yeah, the manual. It tells all the procedures to fuc … further the correct training, unlike other guys who don’t know. In fact, I … I have it memorized, so when I say something, you know it’s from the manual.” He pulled onto a dirt road that was a horseshoe back to the highway. He parked under some shady pines and rolled the windows down.”So you see Brynn, you’re lucky that Jeffers talked me into this. It’s work and it’s taking time from my business, but I make sacrifices for newbies. You’re also lucky because training like this, other instructors would charge you a hundred … I mean … a thousand dollars, but I’m going to do it for free because, well, as a favor to Jeffers because he likes your sister.”Jeffers “likes” my sister? More like he fucks my sister.After a few seconds he said, “So Brynn. You haven’t said much. If you’re afraid of all this, then tell me and we won’t do it.”Instantly I reacted. “No! I’m not afraid of … that. It’s just . . .I’ve never been around older men. They never talk to me, well except unless they yell at me.””Brynn, I’m not going to yell. A lot of trainers yell, but not me.””Whewww!” I breathed. “So, we still haven’t talked about exactly what this is so why don’t you tell me what you think throat training means.””It’s you teaching me how to take your cock down my throat.”He broke into laughter. “Well damn, so much for shyness. Yes, that’s what it is. And is that what you want, my cock down your throat, for training, I mean?””Uh-huh. I want to learn.””Ahhhh very good. So Brynn, have you ever sucked on a cock before?”I lifted four fingers.”Four times? And did all four of those cocks cum?””Yeah.””You understand that these questions are … are from the manual … for better training. Did you like sucking those cocks? Almost before he completed the question my head was nodding. “Did you swallow their jiz … I mean semen, the formal words from the manual?” “Yes.” “What about the taste?””I didn’t taste anything but I liked that they really liked that I did it when they told me to.””Mmmm I like that. It means you’re good at following an instructor’s direction. You might just be one helluva cocksucker.”I smiled. “Thank you.””For what?””For calling me a cocksucker.””Ohhh, you like being called a cocksucker?””By you I do because you’re a professional.””Yes. I am. I am a professional and I will say it to your face: Brynn, you are a cocksucker.”He made me feel so good and very proud. Too bad our training wasn’t about cocksucking. “So the question is, are you sure you want to do this?” I agreed and we shook hands to commit to it. “But, there is something you must know, from the manual I mean. Once we begin, we have to do the complete program. Stopping would be frustrating . . . you know, frustrating because you would only be partly trained.””Well, since I already isveçbahis yeni giriş agreed to do it, I couldn’t back out now, not with a sister like Olivia.”He smiled and pulled the car back onto the highway. Ceste Lake Motel was just up the road. It was an old, western-style motel with drab brown paint and shutters engraved with cowboys lassoing nothing but air. What a waste of energy.”Hell, on Bacchnal Weekend, you can’t get a room. But, this is Tuesday so there won’t be hardly anyone there.””What’s ‘Bacchnal Weekend’?”Tom explained that on the third weekend of every month, college students came to the lake and partied and fucked and carried on like a Bacchanalia festival. “They mostly hang out at Foster’s Dock where the rich kids bring houseboats they rent for $800. Off to the west is Sheckel Shore which is mostly older guys who camp and drink and watch the fucking and weirdness around the dock, then go back to the Sheckel where they wank and hope to get lucky with the few cocksuckers who go there.”I saw the over sized wagon wheel that signaled the motel was near. He angled the car onto the unpaved motel parking lot, went to the office, and returned with a credit card key between his fingers. The layout of the motel was like the small letter “h”. He drove down the longest stem nearly to the end. “Yeah, this will be good. Away from the highway. I don’t need anyone seeing me going into a motel room with a coc . . . completely busy day back at the business.”We entered and he stepped to the right and switched on the fan of a wall-mounted heater/air conditioner. “Get rid of that musty smell. And I guess we don’t need these.” He pulled two thick outer drapes over a gossamer inner drape leaving the opposite ceiling-high rectangular window over the bathroom sink to shine sunlight. He seemed about six feet tall with a medium build and hair that mixed gray among blond.”Well Brynn, if it was up to me, I would go straight to throat training. Most other trainers would. But, based on what you’ve said, I have to tell you about an option you have. It’s an option to … to sense what your mouth is ready for. Yeah, because how can a trainer take you to the next step if he doesn’t know where you are already? Like I said, I would rather go to training, but if you say you so, then the manual says to do it.””Do what?””Well, if you want me to sense what your mouth can do, then you can tell me you want to suck on my cock. I’m not going to tell you what to decide but it is something that is recommended.””Really? Then I want to suck your cock!”He seemed pleased. “Well then why don’t you just go ahead and get down on your knees? And, do it like you did those other four, only go slow.”I was soon on my knees and his cock was before my face. I gasped because it was so hard and suckable. I just slow-sucked on the end and then I started moving forward and back real slow. It had been soooo long! I looked up and his head was back and his eyes closed and he was breathing hard. Wow, he sure did concentrate on sensing. I loved-loved it and closed my eyes. Not only was my trainer a pro, but he was so nice. He was letting me suck his cock! I was in dreamland until I realized something bad. I wasn’t just sucking my instructor. Instead for me, I was sucking Tom’s cock and that was bad because it was suppose to be training and not personal. If he found out, he might get upset and if he did, then Olivia would be mad. He pulled his cock out and I panicked that he had figured it out. Instead, he went to the window and peaked through the edge of the curtain after hearing a car on the gravel outside. Then my head showed me my situation. I was in an old motel with a naked man who was older than my father and I was on my knees and sucking on his cock. It felt like what I figured sleaze felt like. “Ah, just the maintenance man. He’s gone now.” He came back to me and put his hard seven-inches to my lips and that’s when I realized that I really liked the taste of sleaze. Moments later he pulled away again and said that even though he was a professional trainer, he was also a man and he was close to cumming and if he did, we would never get to training.”Because it’s personal you mean?”He looked confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”I was happy. “If you cum in my mouth, why do we have to stop? You can always do it again.””Come again?””Yeah.” “You mean, if I cum in your mouth, you’ll stay and do it again?””Yeah, however many.””Damn Brynn.

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For many years, the thought had crossed my mind about being gay. I had thought about it whilst playing with myself but could never get the courage up to try it. That added to the fact that I just didn’t find most men attractive. Very occasionally I would see a guy and think, maybe?I had dressed up in lingerie for a long time and had only once put some makeup on. The fear of being caught was just too much. I had also tried swallowing, but I hadn’t liked it and thought that I never would. For many years I had bought soft porn magazines and had found the pictures of girls in stockings, panties and bras much more sexy than those horrible pictures of wide open legged girls. I had thought about getting a gay magazine and seeing if it turned me on or off.After many years of thinking about it, I realised that I was used to be away from home for a couple of days four times a year and would stay in a travel lodge type hotel. I would be in a place where no one knew me and if I was seen it wouldn’t get back to anyone isvecbahis who knew me. So I decided to do it.I drove to Barcelona and on my way back, late morning, I stopped to have lunch and stay in a hotel. During the journey on the motorway, I couldn’t stop thinking about what I was about to do. The thought process was complicated. If anybody saw me buying a gay magazine they would know I was gay and that I was probably going to wank over it. That made me feel a bit scared. Then I thought, so what? If someone who didn’t know me, who I would never see again in my life, thought something bad of me, it didn’t matter. I was doing this to find out if I could wank over pictures of naked gay men. I had wanted to do this for years. This was my chance!When I got to the hotel about twelve o’clock I booked a room and then went next door to the restaurant to eat. I had a drink and ordered half a bottle of wine with my meal to give me courage. I finished and left feeling really anxious. I went to the big shopping isveçbahis giriş centre and straight to the newsagent. What if they didn’t have any gay mags? I was so worked up that that would have been a real let down. What if I got one and there were no pictures of guys with hard ons.I went in and the shop was not very busy. I looked around and the porn mags were right next to the counter. I walked up to the place and looked up. On the top shelf there they were. A whole row of gay porn mags. I didn’t want to be seen flicking through them so I just took one out called ‘Hommes’. I went to the counter, shaking and handed it to the lady. With a big smile, she said, ‘hello’ and looked at the price and put the mag straight into a bag. I think she knew that I was nervous and was kind and friendly. She wished me a nice day and I knew that it would be a good afternoon.I walked out of the shop feeling so elated. I had done it. I had bought a gay mag and I was going to have a great afternoon. I had decided isveçbahis yeni giriş to get some lingerie at the same time so I could really do it properly. I just walked into the store, passed the guys who steal your bag and headed for the women’s section. I found a nice pair of stockings and a teddy and a sexy pair of panties. Then I went to see if they had any baby oil but they didn’t, so ended up getting some aftersun. That was okay and smelt nice but didn’t last too long. So there I was, in a super market with a basket full of ladies underwear, a bottle of lube and a bag with a gay porn mag in it.As I approached the counter it suddenly struck me that if they asked to look in the bag they would know immediately, that not only was I gay and was probably going back home to wank over pictures of gay men, but was also a transvestite. My god, this could be terrible. Keep cool and relax. Remember, you are going back to the hotel and are going to fulfil a lifelong dream., So what if I was found out? In fact, secretly, this would make my wank even better thinking that those people would tell their friends about this gay wanking transvestite that had come into the shop. So I got to the checkout and put the lingerie and the aftersun on the belt.

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I was born and raised in a big city, and did my first university degree in another big city, so when I went away for grad school to a smallish liberal arts college in a similarly smallish town, there was more than a little bit of culture shock. The college was an oasis of progressivism and diversity in a rural sea of white, religious conservatives, and there was a time early on in my studies when I wasn’t sure if I could tough it out for the two years of my degree.Let’s be clear on one thing: most of the people I met outside the school weren’t assholes. They were, in fact, extremely friendly and polite for the most part; I became a regular at a diner around the corner from where I lived, and got to know a handful of other regulars. I probably would have kept more to the student-oriented establishments, except that this place was close and the old woman who owned it was a fantastic cook. And the food was cheap and plentiful, not a small consideration for a cash-strapped grad student. It got to the point where people would hail me by name and wave when I entered, and made conversation about my life in The Big City (which they always referred to with a rueful head shake, as if they couldn’t quite reconcile the fact that such a handsome and friendly young man—as the women there flatteringly called me—could have been produced by a godless sink of depravity). There were not infrequent suggestions that I should meet this or that person’s daughter, to which I always pleaded busyness; though I noticed such suggestions disappeared when it became clear that (a) I did not attend any of the local churches, and (b) I was not “saved.”So: nice people on the whole. As is the way of things, however, the few assholes there were tended to overshadow everyone else. It was them that made me question my decision to come to this god-fearing place. I learned very quickly not to wear shorts, as this was—as far as certain pickup-driving douchebags were concerned—a sure sign that I was a cocksucking deviant. The fact that I am a cocksucking deviant notwithstanding, it was still pretty terrifying, even though the douchebags in question only ever shouted from their moving trucks. Suffice to say, I never shared with my diner friends the real reason I wasn’t interested in their daughters, and was relieved when they stopped making the suggestion.On campus things were much better, and I had a few one-night stands with cute guys I met there, but nothing serious—I was telling the truth when I pled busyness. I spent my days buried in reading and writing papers. The occasional fuck was a nice release, but to be honest, I was just as happy keeping to myself. There was a certain pleasure after a life of city living to being free of the noise and bustle and having the space, uninvaded by the multitude of urban distractions, to focus on books and writing.It was during the summer between my first and second year that I met David.It was a pleasant Saturday morning, and I was sitting in my small but comfortable kitchen nook with a book isvecbahis and a cup of coffee when I heard a knock at the door. I opened the door on two men, one in his early twenties and the other about ten years older, both of them clad in white button-down shirts and ties. My first thought was to groan inwardly, thinking Mormons; my second thought was that they were very good looking, especially the younger one—red hair and pale, freckled skin, with high cheekbones and a wide, lushly lipped mouth that parted in a friendly grin when I greeted them. His elder, dark-haired and grey-eyed, was slightly sterner. It was he who spoke.“Good morning, friend,” he said, nodding at me. “Have you ever given much thought to the Bible?”“As a matter of fact,” I said candidly, “I have.”As a matter of fact, I had. I was in the midst of a masters degree in early modern literature, the largely proportion of which is deeply Christian in content. That previous year I had taken an intensive course on the Bible as Literature, and was intimately familiar with Christian philosophers from Augustine to Aquinas.None of which my visitors knew, of course, and I suppressed a smile at their momentary consternation. I now suspect that they had heard tell of a friendly but godless young man in need of saving. Or perhaps they just plied their missionary trade in town, trying to pick off college students. Either way, it quickly became clear that they were not in fact Mormons but garden variety evangelicals.The elder recovered. “So … you are a Christian?” he asked.“No, I’m an atheist.”His eyes narrowed. “But you have given thought to the Bible?”I’m not sure what possessed me then—under normal circumstances I am polite but firm when people come to my door talking religion, thanking them for their concern for my soul, but ushering them away in short order. Perhaps all my study ached for a chance to be tried out on non-academics; or perhaps (and more likely) I was a bit lonely and horny. I could already imagine a wank session later in which I imagined the younger guy sucking off the older; a little longer in their presence would make the fantasy more vivid.So instead of shooing them away, I opened my door a little wider and said, “Do you want to talk about it? I just put on some coffee.”Which is how I ended up spending over an hour with a pair of evangelicals in my kitchen arguing scripture over coffee. David was the younger guy’s name; Edward, the elder, did most of the talking. He was intense, speaking in a low, measured voice, snapping off Bible verses with the professional tones of a voice actor. I found myself mildly aroused at his unwavering gaze, but I also glanced over at David from time to time. I’m not sure if he was really following the argument—his eyes looked slightly dreamy, and a slight smile creased his lips. I became suddenly aware that I was dressed in a tight white tee shirt and boxers, under a ratty old robe I’d had for years. Their crisply pressed shirts and dress pants, and ties knotted just so, made isveçbahis giriş me feel vaguely naked.I liked it. I wondered if David did too, based on that look on his face.Edward was one of those Bible-thumpers who had basically memorized the entire book and could literally quote it chapter and verse, but didn’t know much beyond the text. It was almost too easy to draw him into logical traps, and make him take refuge in the basic fundamentalist defense that, if it’s in the Bible, it’s true.“A wise philosopher once said that anyone who thinks the story of Adam and Eve is literally true should have no end of laughter,” I told him in one typical exchange.“That’s just liberal claptrap!” he sputtered.“No,” I said evenly, “that’s St. Augustine.”As the argument went on, I enjoyed myself more and more, but Edward grew increasingly irate—especially at the moments I made David laugh. Finally, tight-lipped, he snapped his Bible shut and stood.“It’s obvious,” he grated out between his teeth, “that you are not serious about this at all. This is about your soul.”I stood too, suddenly angry. “My soul is just fine,” I said as calmly as I could. “Not that it would matter to you people one way or another. Someone like me is always going to be damned, as far as you’re concerned.”David looked back and forth between us, confused, but Edward’s eyes narrowed. “I see,” he said, shaking his head. “Well, that’s on you. I won’t waste more time with you. David, come along.”He swept out of my kitchen and out the front door, slamming it behind him. David hesitated for a moment, still confused; finally, hearing Edward bark at him from outside, he mouthed an apology and darted after him.I was shaking slightly. I had all but outed myself to a religious bigot who, if he did grasp my meaning, would likely feel no compunction about telling all and sundry about the liberal elite sodomite who’d had the temerity to challenge his knowledge of scripture. I wondered if I would feel welcome at the diner again. I wondered of the louts in the pickups would do more than just shout at me.Angry with myself, I showered and collected my notebooks and left to go bury myself at the library.By the time the sun was going down that night, I’d calmed down. I spent some of my scant cash on a bottle of gin and sat by the window in my kitchen nook, enjoying the soft summer evening air and letting the liquor suffuse me with a mellow buzz. Instead of dwelling on my argument with Edward, I found myself thinking instead of David—his slightly dreamy expression, his pale, freckled skin and short-cropped ginger hair, and most of all his wide smile and slightly bee-stung lips. What a waste of talent, I thought—those lips were meant to be kissed. Better yet, those lips would look lovely sliding over my hard cock. I smiled and sipped my gin and tonic, feeling my cock stir and harden at the thought. Yes, perhaps this morning’s encounter could have two happy endings—one, running intellectual circles around that religious bigot, and two, pleasuring myself isveçbahis yeni giriş to the thought of despoiling his ginger acolyte.A tentative knock at the door jerked me out of my reverie. I stood, carefully adjusting my half-hard cock in my pants so it wouldn’t be obvious, and went to answer the door.I should have been surprised to see the object of my fantasizing standing there, but somehow I wasn’t—somehow, in that moment, I knew what he wanted, and that this might end up being more than an idle fantasy. A lot more.He was dressed more casually than, but still managed to exude an aura of upright, scrubbed church boy. He wore a short-sleeved button-down cream shirt, tucked into jeans that—seriously!—had a crease down the front as if they’d been ironed.“Hi,” he said shyly.“Hello,” I replied. “What brings you back to the heathen’s house?”His smile faltered. “I’m sorry about that. Sorry about… well, about Edward. He wasn’t very nice there at the end.”I shrugged. “I’m a big boy. I can deal with having my feathers ruffled.”“I don’t think Edward can,” said David gravely. “It’s not often he meets someone who knows more than him.”I didn’t answer for a moment, but just stood there and regarded him. He blushed.“You didn’t answer my question,” I said finally.“What question?”“What brings you back here?”He coughed, embarrassed, his blush deepening. “I… I felt bad about this morning. I wanted to come over and apologize.”“Why? You didn’t do anything. Or say anything.”“I know… I just wanted to apologize for Edward.”“Apology not accepted.”He looked stricken. “Why not?”I smiled coldly. “I know the whole basis of your faith is that one man took on the sins of all the others, but I’m not down with that. You can’t apologize for your friend. Only he can do that.” I let some warmth creep into my smile. “But you I have no argument with. Not yet, anyway… want to come in?” I opened the door invitingly.He stammered out a yes, and walked past me into my small, book-strewn living room. I motioned for him to sit on my couch, and went to fix myself a fresh drink. When I offered one to him, he looked for a moment as though he’d decline, but then nodded hurriedly, as if he was afraid he’d lose his nerve otherwise.I sat in the old armchair that had been living in the flat when I moved in and handed him his glass, already beaded with perspiration. He took a sip, winced, and then a longer pull. I looked at him as he swallowed the so-cheap-it’s-hardly-gin, recognizing in his grimace and the way he sat someone marshaling their courage.Oh well, I thought. I suppose I could just be straightforward. Worst case scenario, he storms out of here.“So,” I said casually before he could speak, “how long have you known you’re gay?”His eyes grew wide. “I’m not! I mean, that is—I think I might—I don’t know what you think you—look, it’s—”“Jesus Christ,” I said, and he winced at my blasphemy. “Calm down. Take a deep breath. And think very carefully before you answer this question: why did you come back tonight?”He fiddled with his drink, not meeting my eyes. He took another sip. Still not looking at me, he mumbled, “I wanted to talk to you again.”“Why?”He finally looked up. “I was very impressed with everything you said this morning. I’ve never seen anyone out-argue Edward.

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I am from northern Spain, and winters are harsh in this area. This winter, I decided to make a solo trip to disconnect from the modern world for ten days, so I went to a small Island called Gili Meno, Indonesia. I never thought it would become an unforgettable life experience.I am thirty-two years old, thin but fit, brown eyes, short brown hair, one-eighty, body hairless, single, and heterosexual. I work in the consultancy industry, and my life goes from home to work, and vice versa every single day. Therefore, I was eager to go to that unique island, far away from home, with no traffic, no roads, just a few restaurants, and small Indonesian-style cottages in a piece of tropical land which is easily walked around in one hour.On December, the 2nd 2019, I arrived there by boat from Bali and headed to the small resort of cottages. This island is one of the three isvecbahis Gili’s and the most peaceful, recommended to get away from the noise, party, and social crowds. When I arrived at my cottage, it was small and beautifully decorated, with an open bathroom. I was able to breathe peace already.The third day, after two days just on my own, reading, sunbathing, and chilling on the beach, I decided to go snorkeling in the beautiful coral reefs around the small islands. I met two couples on their honeymoon, two girlfriends traveling together, and the snorkel guide from the scuba diving center.Yes, the guide. A twenty-eight-year-old Australian, around one-eighty-five, tanned, beach body, blonde, green eyes, perfect white teeth. At first, I did not pay attention to our Aussie friend, but, of course, I did appreciate his physical appearance, but that isveçbahis giriş was all. We started our snorkel activity, and we were chatting, small talks, about all and nothing. When we finished, we headed back to the diving shop, and as we were talking, he suggested having a beer at the bar near the shop.’Why not?’ I thought.Two days after being alone, I needed some social interaction. That beer became many, and every passing hour and beer, I unconsciously started to pay attention to small details about Bryan’s body. ‘Wow, this guy has a stunning smile. How can he be that fit? Goddamn, he is flawless.’I realized that the beers were maybe affecting me more than I thought, and it was the perfect moment to head back to my cottage and rest.The next day, I spent a chilled morning at the beach, lunch, and a short nap. I headed to the bar again for a isveçbahis yeni giriş beer, and my Aussie friend, Bryan, was there. “Hey, mate! Fancy a beer?” he said.I was not feeling weird about the previous day and thought I was just a bit drunk, so I sat down with him and started chatting, again, beer after beer. That day, we were sitting down closer, and after each beer, even closer. When we were laughing and talking, he sometimes started to touch my arm and my knee, but I am Spanish and physical contact when hanging out with a friend is something frequent in our culture.The afternoon became the evening, and I was weirdly comfortable with him. After many beers, it was time to call it a day and leave when I suddenly said without thinking about it, “Would you fancy another beer? I have some in my cottage.”Why would I ask that? He did not hesitate and accepted the invitation. We went to my cottage, a four-minute walk from the bar. We grabbed two beers and sat on the “terrace” of the room, nobody around, just him, myself, and the darkness of Gili Meno. He sat next to me, very close, leg to leg.

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Before I was even born my ‘parents’ went their separate ways. They never married and resultantly I never grew up with a father. As I would later learn, I had been a huge mistake due to my mother’s tardy approach to oral contraception. My ‘biological’ father, therefore, never played a part in my life other than alimony payments that he willingly paid. I never had any contact with him and consequently, no Christmas or birthday gifts ever materialized. I had no idea where he lived or ever had any contact with him. Fortunately, I had a rather happy childhood and my mother decided that she wasn’t interested in marrying. Whatever her reasons, it suited me just fine.During my upbringing, mom had a number of relationships lasting one night, a month, and sometimes a year or two. Some of the guys were rather nice, but most treated me with contempt.By the time I was sixteen, I unequivocally knew that I was gay. Although I had numerous opportunities to indulge in heterosexual sex during this period, I always abstained. My reluctance was always written off to the fact that I was shy, but as all my buddies assured me, that given time I would overcome this ‘malady.’After turning sixteen, however, my life was about to change remarkably. Firstly, I began to hang out with a group of guys a couple of years older than me. They were really cool and I loved the maturity of these buddies. Sadly, however, this was to prove to have far-reaching consequences.One night, whilst in their company, we broke into a vehicle of a guy who had stupidly left his wallet on the passenger seat. Unbeknownst to us, we were captured in living colour by a security camera during the act. To cut a long story short, my buddies and I all received three-month sentences. They were all sent to a regular penitentiary, but given my age, I ended up in a juvenile facility.During my incarceration, my deep-seated sexual homosexual tendencies were finally and ‘forcibly’ unearthed, because three older guys in juvie decided that I was perfectly suited to becoming their juvie bitch. I was a very slim and attractive blond-haired boy who only stood five-foot-seven-inches tall. Given my petite disposition, I was like a sitting duck for sex-starved older teenagers wanting to get their rocks off.My initial sexual encounter was a little scary, but the pleasure of finally having my mouth and arse solidly fucked, far outweighed any discomfort.The three guys who continually used me thrived on their power over me. I, of course, fuelled their horny machinations by playing the ‘reluctant damsel,’ to the fullest. In the future, having acquired a taste for coercive intercourse in juvie, sexual domination always turned me on incredibly.There was even a warden who upon catching me and my ‘persecutors,’ ‘in flagrante isvecbahis delicto’ one evening, became a regular ‘addict’ of my mouth and backside. Warden Morris also introduced me to another sexual practice that would always feature strongly in my future life. Prior to the first time he fucked me, I was warmed-up by a thick belt that he always wore. Once he had taken the strap to me, as he referred to it, I was totally hooked on being spanked.My next life-changing experience also occurred during that week, when my mom visited and informed me that she had gotten hold of my father and that I would be living with him, henceforth. She explained that her current beau had proposed to her and that she had accepted his proposal. I was under no doubt that Cedric, her current lover did not like me at all and that he had no doubt had been very influential in her decision to rid herself of me.I briefly considered turning on the floodgates but grasped that my mother would not be receptive to my pleas after my recent fuckup. I had screwed up and now I needed to man up and take my shame. I gracefully accepted my fate after reasoning that my mom deserved happiness. My mother had essentially kicked me out of the nest and I was being catapulted into my next phase of life.Upon my release, I was actually quite sad that my initiation into gay sex had come to an end.I was also mesmerized with the idea of meeting father. During the few days before his arrival, I wondered what he would be like. I had always accepted the fact that I would most probably never know him and yet, suddenly, he was being thrust into my life in the most unexpected manner.On the day of my release, as I exited the juvenile facility and walked towards him a myriad of thoughts flooded through my mind. My dad was far larger than me and it was perplexing that I was his son, because there seemed to be no family resemblance at all. He had never insisted on paternity tests after I was born and as I would later learn, he had simply accepted the responsibility for being my biological father.In his up and down career he had worked in an array of jobs and lived all over the place. Miraculously, however, my mother had never, not received her alimony payments. As I approached him I was oddly taken by how sexy he was. He was a real redneck hick, but a fuckin’ good-looking piece of white trash.“I’m Reed, your dad, and am pleased to finally meet you, Tully,” he said in a gravelly voice, as a rough tradesmen’s hand reached out to me.“What should I call you?” was the first thing that came to my mind.“Fuck, anything you like,” he said with a smile, “But, ‘dad’ would be like music to my ears,” he uttered.“Cool, then its dad,” I replied, as he awkwardly embraced me.I cannot describe the surge of emotion isveçbahis giriş that went through me as this happened. I uncontrollably began to sob and was placated by his reassuring rough hands as they stroked my back. Inexplicably and remarkably, I also felt my cock becoming rock-hard as he comforted me. When we got to his old truck I saw all my shit that he had obviously collected from my mother, on the back of his pickup.After commencing our four-hour drive home Reed did most of the talking.Reed, my dad, firstly told me about the school I would be attending. It was his second choice but as he explained, given my history it was the best he could do. Reassuringly, Reed then also confessed that he had spent six months in juvie as a minor. Reed next told me that he was a maintenance man at the local municipality where he lived. He further went on to mention that he lived in a trailer park and that although it was fairly small, it was, nevertheless, comfortable.A while later, when Reed spoke again, his tone took on an authoritative demeanour. “I expect you to earn your keep while living with me. I am a real slob and I am pleased that I’ve finally got someone to take care of my needs.”I found his last sentence rather perplexing. Why hadn’t he rather said; ‘cook and clean?’ I thought to myself. In addition, there was something strange in his look as he kept glancing at me. I, naturally, realized that I was somewhat of a novelty to him, but I was sure I could detect salaciousness in his eyes. It was both disturbing and exciting to me but I kept reminding myself that he was, after all, my father.Another aspect of our journey that concerned me was that Reed was a heavy smoker. Neither my mom nor I smoked and it worried me how I would now have to get used to being around a person who smoked as he did. The rest of our journey was punctuated by the general chitchat of becoming acquainted.With a half an hour left to our destination, I decided to ask the question that had been on my mind all along. “Did you ever marry or have other kids?” I asked.Answering the second part of my question first, he got a wry smile on his face and said, “No, paying for one kid was enough for me.”Then, after a pause, he resumed, “I never got involved with a woman after your mom. Truthfully, I lost my appetite for women after my relationship with your mother.”Alarm bells now went off in my head. Sure, if I had met Reed as a complete stranger, I would have happily let him fuck the hell out of me. The thought, however, that he was my dad, put an entirely different complexion on matters. I reassuringly told myself that I simply had an overactive imagination.Reed’s trailer was not only small but looked like a pigsty. Full ashtrays, beer bottles, and dirty clothes were isveçbahis yeni giriş scattered all about, and a mountain of dirty dishes was also in evidence.With an impish grin, he said, “It looks like you’ve got your work cut out for you, Tully.”I simply shrugged in reply. Reed then ordered two pizzas from a takeaway before taking me on the ‘grand tour.’Apart from the living area, there was one bedroom and a separate bathroom and toilet. The small wardrobe in the bedroom had hardly any clothing in it, so my scant collection of clothing would easily fit. I was also categorically informed that we would be sharing the large queen-sized bed.“I’m very happy to sleep on the floor,” I courteously suggested.“No, that won’t work, and besides I don’t have any additional bedding,” Reed resolutely informed me, before resuming, “There are coins in that jar over there, once a month you need to wash the bedding at the local laundry in the complex, understood?”I simply did not reply to this, stunned by the infrequency of the of his laundry regimen.Next, after Reed had stripped and was only wearing his underpants, he retrieved two beers from the fridge. “During the week, you may only have one beer a day,” he then concluded with an impish wink, “On the weekend, however, that’s negotiable,” he said with a snort.Reed had a muscular lithe body that hadn’t been toned in a gym but clearly formed by hard labour. Although he had a couple of non-noteworthy tattoos, he was unmistakably a real alpha male.After our pizzas were delivered we consumed them. As we did so he said, “I’ve taken the day off from work tomorrow to get you settled into your new school. There’s a bus that will collect you from here and drop you off on a daily basis, thereafter, so have no worries on that score.”After a while, he sternly continued, “I expect to see this place looking spick and span over the next few days. Are we clear on that?”“Sure,” I replied, acquiescently.Everything was beginning to feel like I was in a time warp and it was becoming totally disorientating to me. Was I going to be a fuckin’ sex slave to my father? I thought to myself.‘Am I overthinking this?’ I then pondered, as I tried to acclimatize to this new existence.When bedtime finally arrived, my heart began racing. After we moved through to the bedroom, Reed unceremoniously removed his underpants and blatantly stood looking at me, as if to say, check me out, bitch.As I was about to get into bed with my underpants on, he growled, “Jesus, Tully, stop acting like a fuckin’ sissy. Real men sleep naked.”Sheepishly, I removed my jockeys as I faced away from him, before surreptitiously sliding into the bed. Facing away from Reed I now curled up into a foetal position. My body was shivering as I nervously did so.I could feel Reed moving in close to me before he asked, “Tell me about juvie?”“What… what do you want to know?” I nervously stammered.“Well… you’re a really pretty boy. The senior boys must have been all over you like moths to a flame,” he uttered.

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By the time I was forty, I had made enough money to retire. My decision to do so got accelerated by the housebreaking I endured one frightening evening. I will not bore you with those details, suffice to say, it was a harrowing experience and I was fortunate not to endure physical harm. The ordeal, however, made me take stock of my life, and I decided to spend the rest of my days in a safer environment.On one of my holidays a few years before, I had visited a remote village that looked like a place that time had forgotten. I had always been a rather solitary creature, and the isolation of this area had left a lasting impression on me.Summarily, I began to put my plans into action for my exit strategy.I had to sell my company shares, my house, and find a home in my new environment. Fortunately, my business partners understood my situation and were comfortable with my decision. The sale of my home where I had lived for ten years also proved to be no problem at all. My last hurdle was somewhat more taxing. The beautiful home I found needed a lot of fixing, but I was up for the challenge.Being a systematic person, I set about refurbishment in a logical fashion. Again, I won’t go into specifics, suffice to say that once the roofing, paving, and fencing issues had been taken care of, I needed to address the plumbing, electrical, and building matters.This all fell into place when I began frequenting a pub on the outskirts of the town. The pub and grill in town mainly catered for the tourist trade and generally closed by six o’clock in the afternoons. The local pub I frequented remained open until late in the evenings. Their food was basic but tasty. Best of all, however, was that the rough men of the area favoured this bar. Because of its rough nature, very few females accompanied their husbands and boyfriends.The owner, Bruce, was a coarse man and took no shit from the patrons. The occasional fights instantly got dealt with, and the men were always fearful of a ban that might accompany unruly behaviour.For me, the pub was like butch heaven, with the smell of testosterone permeating the place. Being hardworking farmer types, the occasional overtly masculine odours, were like an aphrodisiac to my gay heart. Their soiled clothing and calloused hands made me wet with lust. I naturally understood that the men were all straight, or so I thought, and so I was extremely careful. The old-fashioned steel urinal in the men’s toilet supplied me with a great deal of visual pleasure, and it always amazed me how cavalier the guys pissing were as they casually flopped their dicks about after a piss.           Although this was mainly a man hangout, occasionally free-range pussy also frequented the joint. At these junctures, it did not take long before an outdoor excursion followed after male generosity fuelled the women. This practice always alerted me to a voyeuristic wonderland, as I scouted the outdoor area for men fucking women hanging off the back of their trucks. Even the lack of illumination could isvecbahis not dim my enjoyment of panting females and grunting males. Often, these spectacles included groups of men, who did not mind batting on a sticky wicket. It was like watching a bitch in heat in a dog pound as I merged into the darkness.  It was at this venue that I finally encountered a trio of oddball brothers, who occasionally frequented the place. They were a sorrowful sight for compassionate minds, to borrow from Dickens.As I learned about their earlier lives, I got filled with compassion and intrigued. Their father who had died a year before had been a real bastard. When they were kids, he had beaten the hell out of them. The eldest, Harley, had endured most of his sadistic machinations along with his long-suffering, wife. She had finally made her escape when she when she got institutionalized several years before. In cohorts with her abusive husband, the boys had also mistreated her abdominally in unison with their father’s collusions. He was a paternalistic arsehole who had no respect for women.To the trio, women were there for male pleasure, and respect was non-existent. It was therefore unsurprising that the three brothers never married. Hank was the middle brother, and Cole was the youngest. They were all good-looking and sexy, albeit extremely coarse. I am not a student of behaviour but what always intrigued me was their body language. Whenever I saw them, their legs always twitched incessantly. From my rudimentary knowledge of mannerisms, this alluded to sexual frustration.Although the locals always greeted the brothers, they were not overfriendly and mostly avoided them, except for Cole. The brothers also were not invited to partake in the outdoor free-range pussy escapades, again except for Cole.A further bit of confidential gossip suggested that they were sexually brutal. They loved domination and had a reputation for manhandling females when they infrequently got lucky. Unlike the women of the region, this excited me enormously. The idea of these animals roughing me up gave me nights of masturbation fantasies as I dreamed of getting abused by these brothers.Harley was the skankiest of the three and always looked like he was several baths behind. Hank was less skanky, and Cole always looked like the ‘cleanest’ of the three. Cole was also the largest and friendliest of the brothers. He was at least six-foot-three-inches tall, unopposed to the two H’s who were six-foot-tall.Harley was the twitchiest and least attractive of the three. He was also the most regular visitor to the pub. Harley would often over imbibed and slur country and western tunes as he sat sipping beer. His visits never lasted too long.One evening as he moved closer to me at the bar, I could not resist inviting him back to my place for a drink.“We all know you are the village queer,” he garbled as he looked at me suspiciously.“Well, I can drop you off at your home,” I succinctly replied.“Thanks… Cole and I live in my dad’s isveçbahis giriş home. Hank has his own place,” he informed me.“No problem,” I assured him as we headed for my vehicle.Once on our way, he said, “Fuck it, I could do with another drink, let’s go to your place.”“No problem,” I excitedly answered.I had no idea why I was elated because I had zero anticipation but a maximum expectation. ‘Could this be my lucky night,’ I naïvely imagined.Once we got seated in my lounge, I boldly took things to a higher level.“Harley, you are a real stud,” I proffered.“Do you think so?” he replied with a churlish grin.“Sure,” I replied.“Yeah, you are fuckin’ hot,” I gushed.“I am not queer, buddy,” he countered.“I know… However, you are fuckin’ hot… I’m sorry, but I have to tell you,” I sheepishly enthused.“The fuckin’ women in this place are too stupid to realize that,” he mournfully replied.“Cock-suckers like me understand that,” I prattled, in a hopeful gesture.The look in his eyes illuminated with a lustful countenance as his hand rubbed his crotch.“Would you like to suck my dick?” he babbled in a bewildered rumble.“If you want me to,” I replied in a subdued whimper.    There was a confused dilemma on his face as he sluggishly pushed his trousers down.Harley did not have the largest dick I had ever seen, but it was a comfortable fit in my mouth. His uncut cock slid in seamlessly as he commenced grunting in an animalistic manner. His coarse hands battered the back of my head as his rigid dick tickled the back of my throat. The skull-fucking was heavenly as he screeched ecstatically. The smell of his heady crotch made up for the lack of size. His rough hands further added to my oral pleasure as they banged the back of my head and restrained the back of my neck.Unbeknownst to us, Cole was watching our action through my lounge window. Cole was protective of Harley who was on some or other medication, which I surmised had something to do with a bipolar condition. He had, obviously gone to the pub and learned that Harley had departed with me. Listening to the noise from the lounge window that was next to my front door, he peeped in to see Harley and me in full cry. I had no idea how much he saw, but he decided not to disturb us.Inside, things soon escalated to a higher level when I arose and offered my arse to Harley. Without pause, he summarily slammed his cock into my arse and commenced fucking me. An intense display of Harley’s rough predilection now got underway as he pulled my hair and slapped my backside hectically. This got accompanied by a tirade of verbal abuse as every homosexual slur he could muster rained down on me. I was in heaven as all my masturbation fantasies got fulfilled. To add to the drama, I played along pleading for my life, which excited him even more.When Harley finally unloaded, he did so all over my face as he smeared my head in his abundant jizz.As I looked up at his cruel sneering face, he commanded me to fetch him another drink.Afterwards, presuming that he isveçbahis yeni giriş was done, I offered to drop him off at home. My suggestion got met with a solid slap to my face before I was once more on my knees getting skull-fucked again. Both the head-bashing and later, anal assault, lasted far longer as I happily gave in to his primal machinations.What I did not realize, was that Harley was a sex maniac, and many more sessions were to follow. Even when we got to my bed, he continually awoke and fucked me incessantly. I was exhausted when I finally dropped him off at his home early the following morning.  After that, Harley frequently popped in on his regular visits to our local shop. On most of these occasions, he arrive for coffee, before getting ordered to my knees, Harley once more skull-fucked me. It was as if I had become his fuck bunny. It was fantastic, and although it was rough and raw with no emotional connection, I loved it.With my love life in high gear, I began to discern a difference in Cole, the youngest brother’s, attitude toward me. Unlike Harley, who now comfortably chatted to me at the pub, Cole observed me with a new intensity that made me uneasy. It was almost as if he knew something was amiss with Harley.One evening when Harley had too much to drink at the bar, Cole insisted on taking Harley home. Harley naturally became stroppy about this, but given Cole’s superior size and weight, the contest was short-lived.‘Oh fuck,’ I thought, ‘There goes my sex for the night.’Twenty minutes later, as I was nursing was last drink of the night, I was stunned when Cole re-entered the bar once more.With a smile, he occupied the stool next to me.“Harley’s fucked, and already sleeping like a baby,” Cole said with a laugh.I smiled in acknowledgement.“Another?” he asked visually gesturing to my beer.“No thanks, I’m done,” I replied.In his affable manner, he asked, “Shit, buddy, are you going to dump me?”“Well, I need a decent cup of coffee, which they don’t sell at the pub. I have got booze at home, so if you like, you can join me,” I challengingly offered.“Yeah… Why not,” Cole replied.Shortly, he followed me in his truck.Exciting as this was and unaware of his voyeuristic episode, I had zero expectations.After I had made my coffee and poured his drink, we sat in my lounge. Cole now bore his soul. I got the full lowdown on Harley’s mental problems, caused by their father. Harley, being the eldest by six years, endured the worst of their father’s physical abuse. He was indeed on medication and bipolar as I suspected. Hank, the best-looking of the three was the most secluded brother. He was remote and mistrustful. Cole, according to him was the most balanced and least damaged of the three. Although Cole did not elaborate, he alluded to the fact that his father had been a paedophile and accused of ‘fiddling’ with young girls. These charges had never stuck because the house cleaners had retracted their testimony after money had changed hands. After a riveting conversation, Cole ultimately supplied his coup de grace. “Paul, I am overjoyed that Harley and you get along so well.” He let his words sink in as I sat looking at him with a shitfaced grin.“I like Harley…” I tried to counter before Cole cut to the chase.

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My post-nap jerkoff session concluded, I decided that I would make myself presentable for the events of the evening. I still had no clue what Paul had in store for me — well, there were some murky ideas floating around in the back of my mind if I’m perfectly honest — but I wanted to be absolutely sure I was ready for it.Grunting my way upright and out of bed, I stopped for a moment to appreciate the crackling layer of dried cum on my chest and the weighty slap of my cock against one thigh. Though nothing of my physicality had changed in the last few days, something in the set of my shoulders and the way I carried myself felt different. More manly, assured and powerful. The feeling of being desired and lusted after by someone to whom I was equally attracted created a whole new self-image. I was sexy, an object of fantasy, I just hadn’t noticed it before.A flash of Paul’s face entered my mind as I fished around in my closet for a towel, his mischievous grin from the day before. Warm, tingling sensations radiated through my stomach. Looking back, I think those feelings were the beginnings of infatuation, perhaps even the stirrings of young love. I simply lacked the terms or ability to identify it, naively associating them with lust and anticipation.Faded towel in hand, I snuck from my bedroom to the downstairs bathroom, the one used infrequently by the other members of my household. I turned the water on and looked in the mirror as I waited for it to heat up, studying my body with newfound appreciation. There were parts of me that I had always sort of ignored, figuring that the girls I associated with paid most of their attention to my face, hair, clothing and musculature.The smoothness of my toned chest gave way to a distinct, rounded curve at the edge of my armpit, a tuft of dark brown hair peeking out between the squeeze of pectoral and bicep. The indents of my ribs were barely visible, trailing down like steps to the slightly furred slopes of my abdomen. The lines of my hips flared out, their natural ‘V’ shape seeming to act as a signpost pointing southwards.I followed the directions obediently, planting both of my thumbs in the waistband of my underwear and slipping them down. The hair of my treasure trail thickened towards the base of my dick, becoming a carpet of almost-black pubes. My cock’s base became visible, its thick circumference turning me on in a strange, self-appointed way that I had never really felt before. Always facing outward was a poor way to experience attraction, I thought to myself.An idea struck me, and I reached into the steamy shower stall and turned the water off. Still planted in front of the large mirror, I grabbed a disposable razor and some shaving cream. I sprayed a liberal blot of the cream into my hand, then began to massage it into my pubic hair with my fingertips. Doing this made my cock begin to stir, and I soon had a half-erection, enjoying the enveloping sensation of the shaving cream as it spread over the skin of my pelvis and balls.Rinsing my hands in the sink, I then picked up my plastic razor and commenced shaving. Even this simple ritual had become eroticized in my mind, and I took satisfaction in each smooth, deliberate pass of the razorhead. With each line of shaven hair, more and more of my hardening length became exposed, appearing larger than usual with the absence of obscuring foliage. My member, standing proud and expectant, had never looked so appetizing. However, having already drained my balls multiple times thus far, I elected to hold off until I was with Paul again to do anything about it.Working from my pelvic region to the fuzzy area around my cock’s base and eventually to my balls and taint, I luxuriated in the process. My ass was naturally hairless, so I left it alone. When it was all said and done, I stood in front of the mirror for a bit longer, running my hands over the delicious smooth skin there, letting my eyes linger wherever they happened to land. The concept of self-love was relatively foreign to me, and I enjoyed this first foray immensely.Eventually I went on with my shower, soaping and sudsing every contour of my body, wanting to be perfectly clean and appetizing for my evening surprise. I paid special attention to my cock, of course, running my soapy hands over it but refraining from fully stroking. Then my hands wandered further, and the soap-lubed tips of my fingers found my taint and eventually my hole. Thinking that I had never even so much as touched it past the utilitarian purpose of cleaning sent a shock of realization through me. This must be what Paul meant when he said ‘something I had never tried before.’Trepidation raised its head, but once again my penis had more confidence than the rest of me. The thought of pushing my big, hard cock into the tightness of Paul’s ass was both electrifying and mysterious. Then I thought, what if he wants to fuck me? I seriously considered the idea, eventually deciding that while I wouldn’t go into things with a ‘no’ already prepared on my lips, the idea of bottoming was outside of my current comfort zone. Wouldn’t it hurt like hell? Would I become Paul’s bitch? Would isvecbahis it make me less of a man? These thoughts felt idiotic and cliche, but they persisted. I suppose I hadn’t come as far as I might have thought, still wrestling with a veritable mountain of fear and misgivings about the perceptions of others.Pushing these thoughts from my mind, I pressed lightly on the bud of my hole with one finger, the showerhead’s spray washing over my face, eyes closed. Even turned on as I was, I was unprepared for the sheer volume of sensation that arrived in response. A different kind of pleasure than the nerve-endings of my cock, but in conjunction with one hand draped along my shaft I shivered in pleasure. I wrapped that hand firmly around my pole, relishing the full-contact feel of being freshly shaven. Probing slightly with my finger, I felt my hole relax, sending pulses of pleasure that seemed to travel down my cock from inside the base.Catching myself before I went too far, wanting to maintain that on-edge, feverish horniness for some unknown reason, I added more soap to my hands and finished cleaning myself up. The full-force stream from the showerhead would fall directly upon my cock periodically, causing it to bob and jolt with renewed vigor.When I was done, I turned off the water and stepped out into the steamed confines of my bathroom, drying off on the plush, emerald green bath mat. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair, applying deodorant with extended tenderness. I felt like a pretty young woman, preparing for a big date, although the extent of my beauty routine was spending fifteen minutes trying to get my hair to look right. Eventually I gave up and returned to my room to pick an outfit.My wardrobe hardly contained anything I would have described as ‘sexy’, but I labored over finding something that would show off my body in a favorable way. I started with a crisp pair of white briefs that hugged my bulge appetizingly and showed off both my lean stomach and muscled legs. Then came tall white tube socks with a red stripe at the top. I pictured myself being in only those socks and briefs with Paul, teasing him with the view while he salivated. The thought made me excited. I longed for him to see me in them.Next, I decided on a pair of slim-cut navy-blue pants that I had always thought hugged my package and butt well. On top I went with a simple black t-shirt with a band logo on it, chosen specifically because it was a different cut from my usual attire, tighter around the chest and arms, making my muscles stand out appetizingly. I gave myself one last once-over, cracking a practice smile that looked too forced before huffing and stalking off to sit at my computer.Distracting myself was extremely difficult, but eventually the reality of time set in and I acknowledged that I needed to do something before the evening arrived. I sat in my slightly less comfortable good-looking clothes for what felt like ages, eventually getting engrossed in a series of videos that blended together after a few. When I next looked at the clock in the corner of my monitor, an hour and a half had passed. Damn, I thought, that’s not nearly long enough.Luckily, my impatience was rival to Paul’s own. I later learned that what followed was a complete improvisation on his part, brought on by the fact that his house wasn’t going to be empty soon enough.‘Hey. Do you still have that tent we used last summer?’The text flashed across my phone’s screen, and I raced to answer so quickly that I dropped it.‘Yeah, just don’t know what happened to the rain fly. Why?’I knew why. Paul’s reply was immediate.‘Bring it, and the sleeping pads, and meet me by my place. I’ve got everything else we’ll need.’My heart raced as I read his words, shakily typing out my answer. I hadn’t sent my measly ‘ok,’ yet when I got another message.‘Some booze wouldn’t hurt, either. We’re biking.’Hastily shoving my phone into the front pocket of my pants, I went to the basement of my house and searched around for the camping gear. Eventually finding what I was looking for, I got my larger backpack and began loading it up for the short ride to Paul’s house. I packed the four-person tent, two rolled-up inflatable pads, my portable radio, and a hastily added liter of whiskey that I’d been saving.I was out the back door in a flash, dodging a hasty question from someone inside; I didn’t even realize who was asking. I ran, picked up my bike and took off, wobbling momentarily with my overstuffed bag. Within minutes I arrived at Paul’s place, the scenery of our neighborhood whipping past without so much as a second glance. He was waiting in the driveway, already straddling his bicycle with a similarly stuffed pack on his shoulders. He flashed me an easy smile as I approached, a small glint in his eye.I lost my voice for a moment, a sophomoric nervousness washing over me as we made uninterrupted eye contact. I imagined most people might have the same reaction when Paul looked at them like that. More and more often I found myself unsure of how to behave around him. Our dynamic was shifting in all sorts of exciting ways, but I hadn’t gotten the hang of knowing isveçbahis giriş when to be sexy and flirtatious and when to exist simply as his long-time friend. For his part, Paul didn’t seem to mind or even notice.“I figured you might be here pretty quick,” he quipped, “so I got ready before I texted you.”I laughed nervously.“How long did I keep you waiting?”He checked his phone, probably confirming the timestamp on my last text.“Looks like…ten minutes on the dot! Good work, soldier.”I saluted him, growing more comfortable in the casual space of our usual banter.“So,” I ventured, “what’s the plan, sergeant? Behind enemy lines?”“I know of a cool, secluded spot we can set up camp for the evening, we just have to trek there. Shouldn’t be too long.”Picturing the clearing we’d used as our last location, and the big-dicked stranger who’d approached me after Paul left, I frowned slightly.“How secluded are we talking, here?”“Very. It doesn’t even have a path for the last while leading up to it. Trust me.”I did. And so we left, Paul taking the lead, myself behind him, trying to avoid getting hit by a car while I stole glances at the shifting globes of his beautiful round ass. We biked for perhaps twenty-five minutes, eventually arriving at a trailhead near the local forest. Paul said that we’d walk the rest of the way, so we locked our bikes together at a large metal rack and began to hike.Along a winding trail with which I was completely unfamiliar, we walked for another fifteen minutes, occasionally passing small landmarks that Paul recognized and pointed out. Then we arrived at a fork in the trail, leading off in either direction. Paul looked over his shoulder at me and nodded in the direction of his final destination, stepping straight off the path and into the untamed undergrowth.“I found this spot earlier this summer, randomly trying to find somewhere to pee along the left-side trail at that fork back there,” he said, “I came back and found out you can get there faster if you just walk straight ahead from the fork. It shouldn’t be too far.”He had been right about the seclusion. Not only had we not seen a single person since entering the trail, but we were trekking pretty far from the established pathway. In a couple of minutes I saw where he was bringing us, the site of an old treehouse. There were no walls attached, either never having been there in the first place or perhaps having fallen down long ago. There was only a large platform, ten feet off the ground and supported between three large oak trees. A sturdy-looking ladder led up to the platform from the ground, and Paul began climbing it immediately.Stopping for a moment to admire his ass again as the position made the material of his sweatpants hug every contour, I climbed after him. Old though it might have been, the structure seemed very stable. When we reached the top, I realized how much bigger the whole thing was than I had originally expected. It was roughly fifteen feet by fifteen, and completely flat on all sides. Paul turned and looked at me, raising his eyebrows and shrugging up his arms as if to say eh? Isn’t it great?“The tent is for some added privacy,” he remarked, “protection from the elements, all that.”My tent would do neither of those things, having no rain cover, but I figured it would be warmer, more comfortable. We had scant sunlight shining down on us at our position, even though the sunset was still a ways off.“Let’s get it set up then,” I said, somehow more confident now that I felt us to be completely alone. I smirked at him, and something entered Paul’s expression that gave me pause. He looked hungry.Before I knew it he was stepping towards me, shrugging off his pack and coming very close. I could smell his deodorant mingled with sweat, a cleanly aroma that sent gooseflesh prickling down my arms and back. Paul leaned close, not making eye contact as he slipped his hands underneath the straps of my backpack, pushing them up and out until I complied and let my bag drop to the wooden platform below. Once I did, he made eye contact with me again, our faces only inches apart.Then he kissed me, one hand slipping around the side of my waist while another came up between us and nestled itself on the side of my neck, underneath the line of my jaw. I melted at that touch, liquidly pressing into him, returning his kiss with redoubled energy. We stood there for a little while, entwined, connected. When he pulled away my bottom lip pressed out in an unintentional pout, which led him to laugh heartily.“Tent time,” he giggled, “ooh, looks like you’re already started.”His eyes dropped to my crotch, and I laughed as I realized how hard I was, the firm outline of my cock clear underneath the tight material of my pants.“Tent time!” I yelled, laughter once again breaking the tension between us, and that I felt within myself.He went over to my bag, once again becoming unnecessarily but alluringly close to my body. He opened it and began rummaging, and I took in the sight of his arm muscles working as he fished out the tent bag. Setting it up took us a matter of minutes, and before long we had opened it up and isveçbahis yeni giriş laid out the newly-inflated sleeping pads inside. From his overstuffed bag Paul produced both a thick sleeping bag, which he draped over the mats, and a thin, soft-looking blanket. Crawling inside, he lay down on one side and turned to look at me, tantalizingly waving a joint he must have brought to invite me in.I obliged him, and we spent the next ten minutes or so chatting idly as we got ourselves comfortable and smoked some pot, occasionally reaching one extended arm outside the front flap to tap off the ashes. At his request I broke out the whiskey as well, and we each took a small pull, him coughing slightly at the powerful flavor. Within a short while, my head was slightly swimming with the familiar sensations of marijuana and liquor, a comforting warmth spreading across me as I lay back and enjoyed the breeze coming through the tent’s netted walls.The sun began its slow descent towards night as we finished our smoke, each of us lying back with our crossed arms behind our heads. The ambient forest noises lulled me, and it took several moments to realize that Paul had turned, propping his head with one elbow as he looked at me. I turned my head to study him, caught in his eyes, excitement cutting through my mild inebriation like a hot knife through butter. My heart began to beat quickly again, and neither of us spoke for several seconds.“I promised you something special,” he purred, his voice suddenly deep with poorly-contained lust. His free arm slid across the blanketed stretch between us, finger-walking over my forearm and running small circle patterns on my chest. This small, intimate gesture felt at first awkward, but I decided to lie back and enjoy the sensation of touch.“You did,” I said to the open-air tent ceiling, “you most certainly did.”“Well,” he sat up, smirking, “take off your clothes, then.”Too excited to really enjoy the process, I sat up vigorously and pulled my tight shirt over my head. It messed up my hair, leaving some of it in my eyes, but I got up on my knees and began working at the button of my pants. Paul sat still, enjoying the show, and out of the corner of my eye I could see the impressive shape of his hard-on through the dark gray material of his sweatpants. It was curled down upon itself, and thus harder to make out.I got my pants unbuttoned and undid the zipper, turning as I did to provide him with a better view. The light was getting lower, and a single beam of sunlight penetrated the shaded tent, resting across Paul’s shoulders. His smile lay in shadow. I decided to take this part more easily. I had chosen the underwear specially for how nicely they framed my bulge, hadn’t I? As I pulled the waist of my pants downwards, I could see Paul’s eyes widen as my entire cock came free from their tight embrace. Still encased in a layer of white cotton, the shape was pronounced and straining.I sat back awkwardly to pull off the legs, and in moments I was exactly as I’d hoped to be, wearing only tight briefs and pulled-up socks, laying on my side, perched just as Paul had been moments before with one arm bent at the elbow. Boldly, I swept one hand down the length of my chest, running my fingers over my abs and eventually down to caress my package, gripping my shaft through the underwear.Saying nothing, Paul reached up and removed his workout shirt, the sight of his ribs and chest coming into striking view, his nipples small and rounded. He kept his sweats on, crawling over to me and murmuring for me to lie down on my back. I did as he said, each arm at my sides, unsure of what he was up to.Then he crawled on top of me, upside down, stretching over and placing his knees to either side of my upper arms and shoulders. I had a magnificent view of his tight ass, hugged by the taught material of his sweatpants, which disappointingly hid his bulge from where I lay. He kept his crotch a good distance from my face, though, and I felt his strong hands come to rest on my knees. Sixty-nining was nothing new to me in theory, but if this was what Paul had meant when he promised a special treat I was going to take everything he offered. My mouth watered at the idea of cumming down each other’s throats while he straddled my head with his thighs.I pushed with my arms on the inside of his legs, and as Paul continued to massage and rub my thighs I snaked them around so I could use my hands freely, his deltoids sort of clamped between my biceps and chest. I was loving the feeling of mutual touch, entwined as I was with him. Once I had a comfortable position and one hand on each side of his ass, kneading and caressing, Paul began. His wandering hands slid up my tightened thighs and began to enclose my bulge. Squeezing, lifting and exploring, he quickly had my cock at one-hundred per cent. Four orgasms earlier could do nothing to lessen my arousal at that moment, feeling his ministrations but having my view blocked by the delectable roundness of his backside.Paul was clearly impatient, and within moments he began tugging at the waistband of my briefs. I lifted up my butt to allow him to take them off, and he slung them down my legs immediately. Seconds passed as I felt the open air caress my straining manhood, still unable to see anything. I decided to close my eyes and enjoy the removal of one sense, hoping it might heighten the others.

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It was a cold evening and as per Brittany’s request I had found just the person for her first ever lesbian experience. Alisa is a sexy confident woman in her mid-twenties. She was a fully lesbian woman with a penchant for younger girls, I knew this from my many talks with her. I always said to Alisa, if I found her a sexy lil girl to play with would she let me watch, her answer was always yes. So I made the phone call, Alisa actually sounded excited at the prospect of being with a cute teenage girl. I’m sure that she would be Brittany’s first female lover also turned her on. I made the arrangements, telling Brittany that I was taking her to a party. I told her to dress as sexy as possible, maybe even a bit slutty. I knew that it would intrigue her and she would enjoy dressing up. I told her to be as casual as possible and not to wear any underwear. It came the afternoon of the date we had set, and I went to Brittany’s hotel to pick her up. I could hear her father talking loudly about her disappearing all the time and not coming back to the hotel to sleep. Her mother argued that she was a teenager in a strange city, it would be only natural that she would go exploring. Brittany sneaked out the room holding a small bag and we went downstairs together. We went out the building and I got into my car. As we drove I watched Brittany undo her conservative blouse revealing a tight halter top underneath. She definitely wasn’t wearing a bra; I could see her nipples poking through the fabric. She then lifted her hips and pushed off her skirt. I laughed when I saw she was wearing tight booty shorts underneath. I watched as she pulled the booty shorts up, and then slid her finger over her crotch making her camel toe all the more visible. I laughed again. “What?” she asked in a hurt voice. “You told me to dress sexy, but casual, this is what I got.” I have to say, she did etimesgut escort look amazing. Alisa would love her. We drove for twenty minutes till we got to Alisa’s apartment building. We rang the bell and she buzzed us in. We walked up to the apartment and we were greeted by Alisa, she was wearing black lace lingerie. Black bra and thong with stockings and suspenders. My jaw dropped open, I had never seen her dressed like that before. Alisa is 27 years old with dark hair and sharp blue eyes, she has a beautiful face with a pert nose and full mouth. Not your typical lesbian. She is not butch and also not overly feminine, a nice middle. She now looked all woman and extremely sexy. Alisa handed me a glass of red wine and smiled. “Sean you go sit over there while in introduce myself to your friend.” I took the glass and sat on the living chair in the corner of the room. I watched as Alisa took Brittany’s hand and led her over to the couch and sat down. Brittany looked shy and Alisa took charge anyway. Alisa looked deep into Brittany’s eyes and gave her a peck on the lips. “Hi Brittany, I’m Alisa, I’ve heard so much about you. Sean said you were the cutest thing alive, he wasn’t lying. I am going to do things to you which will be all new to you. If you are unsure, just tell me. We are here to please each other, after all.” Alisa pulled Brittany close, kissing her slowly. I watched in awe as these two beautiful women kissed, their tongues sliding in and out of each other’s mouths. Alisa’s hand slid inside Brittany’s halter top, cupping the young girls small, soft breast. Brittany groaned and soon the older woman was pinching her young nipples. I watched as the girls slowly helped each other take their tops off revealing both their breasts. Brittany blushed as Alisa leant forward, taking one of her small breasts into her mouth. eryaman escort Brittany closed her eyes, savoring the older girl’s skill. Alisa’s tongue flickered over the younger girl’s breast, before taking it fully into her mouth and sucking her hard. Brittany groaned, holding Alisa’s head like a breastfeeding mother. After a minute or two Alisa sat up, pulling Brittany’s face to hers. They kissed, this time, more passionately. I could hear them both make noises into each other’s mouths, as saliva started to ooze from one another. I watched as Alisa stuck her tongue right out, Brittany taking the bait and sucking heartily on it. Their tongues seemed to swirl and lick on each other, never sitting still. Alisa slid her tongue deep into Brittany’s mouth, making the young girl gag on it. I could not help myself and slowly undressed as I watched these two beautiful girls go at it together. Alisa lay Brittany back on the couch, kissing her slowly. Their every kiss making smacking sounds, turning me on no end. I watched as Alisa slid her hand into Brittany’s booty shorts, no doubt going for her teenage twat. Brittany’s back arched, obviously liking what was being done to her. Alisa looked Brittany in the eyes, “take these off baby, I want to see that delicious snatch.” Brittany slipped her fingers into her booty shorts, pushing them down. Alisa helped her pull them off, revealing Brittany’s glistening crotch. Alisa purred with excitement as she slid her finger over Brittany’s moist opening. She pulled her hand away, a string of Brittany’s juices coming away with it. Brittany just lay back and whimpered as Alisa kissed slowly down her body. Alisa’s tongue slid slowly over the younger girl’s belly, slipping into her belly button on the way. Alisa’s tongue slid over her young lover’s thighs teasing her. Brittany’s back arched as Alisa’s sincan escort tongue gently slipped over her young quim. Alisa’s tongue snaked over the pussy in front of her. First licking the outer labia and the slipping her tongue all the way in. Brittany groaned loudly as she was getting eaten out, loud guttural groans emitting from her mouth. I watched her eyes roll back and her head tilt, showing off her immense pleasure. Alisa’s mouth clamped on her young lover’s pussy, sucking and slurping on it. The noises mixed with Brittany’s whimpers and groans were getting too much for me. I sat there with my cock in my hand, watching these two girls make love.  The girls seemed to be lost in their own world as my hand slid up and down my cock. Brittany’s hand rested on Alisa’s head as she bucked heavily against her head. Alisa could see that Brittany was about to have an orgasm so she sucked hard, making Brittany scream louder than I ever heard her scream before. Brittany’s legs clamped together, as I had seen every time she had an orgasm, this time trapping Alisa’s head between her legs. Alisa didn’t seem to mind. And licked the young girl’s cream slowly, till she relaxed. Alisa climbed up on top of Brittany, kissing her way up to the young girl’s lips. They lay there kissing for a minute. They looked so sensual and loving as both girl’s eyes were closed, making out slowly. Tongues slid over one another, as hands roamed each other’s bodies. Alisa lay back and spread her legs, her hand reaching down and spreading her pussy open. Brittany blushed, leaning forward, kissing her new lover’s legs and thighs. “Don’t think about it too much sweetie, just lick and suck how you like it done to you.” Brittany seemed to relax slowly as her tongue slid over Alisa’s sopping wet pussy. she dove her tongue into the older girl’s pussy, not really knowing what she was doing. It seemed to be okay, as Alisa got short of breath and held onto Brittany’s head. “Yes babe, that’s it. Lick mammas pussy. Try using some fingers, put them in my pussy or ass, I don’t mind.” Brittany pulled away slightly and I watched as she slipped a trembling finger inside Alisa’s tight hole.

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