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After the momentous time that Helen had enjoyed herself fucking me and Michael, our day to day life had pretty much continued as it had for the whole of our married life but for one exception, our sexlife.

Our sexlife had changed immesurably. I can’t say it had improved from my point of view, but it had undoubtedly changed.

Most days we seemed to be at each other like a couple of newly weds.

Helen continually horny and me struggling to satisfy her. But for all of my disappointment and failures I wanted her more and more each day.

ED is still an issue for me, but it doesn’t seem to bother Helen one little bit. We just fuck each time until my cock inevitably lets me down again.

The only big real change in our intimacy was that Helen needed to get off with me eating or playing with her pussy before she’d let me fuck her.

Once she’d cum, all was well in Helen’s world.

We had discovered that if I used a tight cock ring or if Helen gripped my cock tightly whilst wanking me before actual penetration, it would slightly delay my usual and eventual cock droop.

However, much to my disappointment and shame I was still failing to make her cum during intercourse, no matter how much I tried!

One evening after we’d sat and watched a standard fare wife sharing porn movie, our favourite porn movie in fact, I plucked up enough courage to ask Helen if she’d like me to fuck her anally, like her bull had a few weeks previously.

I was rather hoping she would be so horny after watching that hot mature woman fuck a couple of younger men, she would agree and jump right on me. What she actually said was, “Darling, do you really almanbahis think you could stay hard enough? Lets be honest, my ass is much tighter than my pussy.”

“Oh, come on Helen, you let a complete stranger do it,” I pleaded. “I will even wear the cock ring!”

I hated that thing!

“I’m not sure honey, you know how down and depressed you get when your cock lets you down. I want you to have fun when we fuck, not to endure disappointment time after time.”

So we retired to bed, had sex for the usual short amount of time and fell right to sleep.

I awoke a bit later and noticed Helen was not there beside me, which was really odd because she usually sleeps very deeply. I dragged myself out of bed and wandered out of our room and noticed she was not actually anywhere upstairs in the house! I walked downstairs expecting her to be seated in the living room. She does that sometimes if her back is aching. She wasn’t there!

Curious?

I tried the kitchen, looked in the dining room and checked the conservatory too. She wasn’t in any of them.

The only room I hadn’t checked was our study. As I approached I heard subdued voices. Through the part open door I could see her sat using the laptop.

I stopped myself from walking into the study just in time. Something had told me to wait. I peered through the gap between the door and the doorframe and saw her talking to a familiar face. It was Shaun! One of those guys who’d taken a shine to Helen on our holiday. I didn’t quite know what to do! My anxiety rose and my heart began to race. It was thumping so loud I wondered if Helen would hear it and discover me listening in.

I almanbahis giriş stepped back slightly to keep out of the camera lens view angle on the laptop and stood stock still, unsure if I should go back to bed or walk into the study and ask her what the hell she was doing.

But while I stood there in my indicision I heard him say, “Touch yourself for me Helen; rub your pussy.”

“Fuck! she’s having video sex!”

“Go on Helen dip a finger for me,” he continued. She sat there, doing as instructed by this younger man. “Enjoy your fingers, imagine me working you with my fingers.” Helen began to gently rock in her chair enjoying masterbating to Shauns instructions. “My cock is so hard for you Helen,” he said. “I can see”, she replied, rubbing herself more vigorously. “Do you like my cock Helen?” “Abso-fucking-lutely!” she said with her hand seriously working on her pussy. “Cum for me you sexy bitch,” Shaun urged. “Oh Fuuuuck, I’m cumming!” Helen quietly grunted out. She rubbed more eagerly at her pussy.

I just stood there imagining how wet she was and how her juices were flowing for this man with his cock in his fist, waving it at my beautiful wife.

When Helen had calmed down a bit Shaun said, “Suck your fingers for me slut!” Helen took her slender fingers from her pussy and put them into her mouth, sucking and moaning with pleasure.

As Helen calmed down a little more they chatted pleasantly for a while. I just stood there listening in complete shock.

“I must go Shaun, my husband will miss me in bed. But next time you get to cum.”

I immediately and quietly scooted back to bed.

I lay there quietly almanbahis yeni giriş waiting for what seemed an age when the bedroom door eased open and she silently walked across our room to her side of the bed and gently slid in beside me.

As she turned away from me, she gave a satisfied sigh and settked down to sleep.

I must have laid awake for quite some time, thinking about what I had witnessed before I eventually dropped off to sleep.

The following morning we fell into our normal routine of bathroom, breakfast and getting ready for our day.

Not once did she look like she was going to discuss last night and to be perfectly honest I’m so glad she didn’t. I was not ready for that conversation. I needed more time to digest what had happened.

During dinner that evening Helen said, “Darling, had you thought any more about whether or not you’d like to continue along the wife sharing lifestyle? Before you answer, let me say I’m happy to go along with your decision, whichever decision you’ve made.”

I sat there knowing very well that she had already made her decision. So therefore i was left with a clear choice.

Go ahead and enter the lifestyle I had willingly encouraged her to pursue and enjoy being involved, or tell her I didn’t want to continue knowing that if I made that choice she’d likely continue fucking hot guys anyway.

I had to agree to continue, so I said, “Helen, I love how sexually confident and self assured you have become since you fucked Michael, so for as long as you are enjoying it, I am willing to take that journey with you. But promise me you will be completely open with me about your lovers or potential lovers.”

Her face lit up! “I love you so much darling! I promise to be completely open.”

And I thought in that moment about her pussy stretched “Open” for Shaun on our laptop. I really hoped this was not the biggest mistake of my life.

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WIDOW’S PIQUE

My mother has been a widow forever, it seems. My father was an air force pilot and he was killed when I was twelve. Since then, my mother never remarried or even dated anyone. Her generation, born in the Great Depression and World War II era of Italian immigrant parents, believed you got one roll of the dice. You married somebody and that was it–good, bad, wife beater, or drunken loafer. Not that my father, Ronnie, was any of those things. In fact, she said he was “the best.” So, how could she even entertain the idea of moving on?

There was one “close call,” so to speak, when she entertained the idea of letting a gentleman court her. He was a contractor who built houses and had lots of money. She has always said it was my fault she rejected his proposal because I said nobody could replace my father. I think that was just an excuse.

After my two sisters (one older and one younger) and I grew up and moved out, life became lonely and boring for my mother, Irene. My sister Judy was first to suspect Ma was drinking, and, sure enough, we discovered no less than a hundred empty wine bottles stashed in the basement. That was the way my mother looked at things. If you hide it away, it never happened. Irene functioned well enough, so we decided just to keep an eye on her and keep hands off. My other sister, Lucy, and Judy and I took turns looking in on our mother.

One sunny Sunday morning, I swung by her house, thinking I would catch her as she returned home from church. Instead, the house was all locked up and Irene was passed out in bed. It was past noontime. I put on a pot of coffee, using her old-school percolator, and, as gently as I could, I shook her awake.

She gasped, startled, “Oh, Nicky! It’s you.” Then, inexplicably, she hugged me and started to cry–not whimpering, but bawling.

“What is it, Ma? What’s wrong?” I asked, patting her shoulder blades and trying to wrest loose from her grip.

“I had the worst night…” she started to say. What I noticed next was disconcerting to say the least. Her odor–not just perspiration, though a sticky sheen was covering her skin, but something else, not a smell I would associate with my mother. From between her legs wafted a strong, unmistakably almanbahis feminine aura from her vagina. I recoiled.

“Did something happen last night?”

My mother Irene nodded penitently.

“Were you drinking?”

“Oh, yes, indeedy!” she sang playfully, but she wasn’t smiling.

I told her, “Tell me what happened, Ma.”

Abruptly, she leapt from the bed and said, “Wait.” In the bathroom with the door opened, I heard her wretch, blow chunks into the toilet bowl, change positions and squirt liquefied shit, cough and puke some more, shit again, and then finally pee a long stream of urine topped off with several squeaky farts.

“Why don’t you take a shower and brush your teeth while I make you some breakfast?”

My mommy dearest nodded and I went downstairs to her kitchen to make a light repast of toast, marmalade, coffee, and orange juice. I mainly needed to get away from her foul-smelling outpouring, or else I would throw up myself.

Irene looked bright and refreshed when she joined me. At fifty, she was trim and pretty. All cleaned up, she looked happy, nibbling on her toast and sipping her juice. Then I asked her to fill me in about her “worst night.”

She cleared her throat, as if performing, then began. “I was watching a movie on TV…in my pajamas…drinking some wine…when the doorbell rang.”

“What time was it?” I asked, placing my coffee cup on its saucer, the way my mother likes me to do.

“About nine,” she said after pausing to recall. “Not that late!”

“Late enough,” I scolded.

Irene went to the front door and two young men were standing in the rain. They were really just boys, nineteen or twenty, she figured.

“Sorry to bother you, ma’am,” one of them said, rivulets of rainwater flowing down his forehead.

“We got a flat tire,” said the other one, who was taller, but not as cute, rain beating on his hatless head.

“Oh, for goodness sakes,” my mother laughed. “Come on in. It’s raining so terribly bad.”

The drenched youths stumbled through the threshold, stomped their soggy footwear on Irene’s doormat, and shook like a pair of wet pooches.

“May we use your phone?” the dark-haired cuter boy asked politely.

Since almanbahis yeni giriş the wall phone in the kitchen had a taped-up cord and the earpiece crackled, my mother decided they could use the extension. “Sure, right here in the bedroom.” She led both young bucks into her boudoir an instant’s hesitation.

Irene stood between the fellows, smiling and rocking on the balls of her bare feet, feeling slightly tipsy.

“How much wine did you have, Ma?” I interrupted her to ask.

“I just finished the second bottle of red,” she confessed.

The cute guy talked to someone for a minute and then hung up the phone on its cradle.

“They said they’d send a tow truck out after the rain stops,” he told Irene as well as his companion. “It’ll be at least two hours, they said.”

“Well, you boys can stay here, where it’s nice and dry till they come.” My mother offered her hospitality in a decidedly maternal manner. Then she suggested, “Why don’t you get out of those wet things. They’re soakin’ wet.”

The young bucks, whose names were Don and Joel, took off their shirts, pants, and shoes and draped them over my mother’s bathtub, sink, toilet, and towel racks. Ten minutes later, my mother was lying on her bed in her flannel pajamas beside two adolescents wearing nothing but boxer shorts, watching a crappy old-time movie on her portable TV.

“It was my own fault,” Irene told me cryptically, nonchalantly using her hand to wipe crumbs off the table and onto the floor.

“What was?” I asked, disturbed by the whole scene she described.

“Everything that happened,” she said, pursing her lips and shaking her head. “I started it.”

Irene offered the boys something to drink and brought over a bottle of white–white this time. After drinking most of it, Irene gave Don a kiss on the cheek because she thought he reminded her of me. She said it was impulsive, but chaste. To Irene’s surprise, Don pressed his lips to hers, parted them, and wiggled his tongue inside her mouth.

“It felt so nice, so sweet, so warm…”

The youngster and middle-ager kissed, squirmed, and fondled. When the kid reached under the mature woman’s buttoned shirt, she let him touch her breast. Her nipples hardened almanbahis giriş so quickly they hurt. She moaned, still kissing mouth-to-mouth with Don. Then Joel pulled down my mother’s pajama bottoms and touched her ass. She rolled onto her side and started kissing Joel, who tasted of cigarettes. Then Don touched my mother’s thicket of pubic hair. The young studs out on the prowl got a flat and hit the jackpot.

The saintly woman who gave me birth and strove to live as the Virgin Mary had, announced “I fucked them both.”

“Ma, you fucked them both?” I blurted out the words, not believing them and believing them at the same time.

Irene took Joel’s longer, veined cock in her mouth first, while Don drilled his finger into my mother’s vagina and licked her glistening labia, swelling with pleasure for the first time in years. Being young, Joel came quickly, shooting hot wads of passion down Irene’s throat. Moments later, Don mounted my mother’s haunches like a prancing pony and fucked her cunt till she screamed. She laughed at herself and then closed her eyes to enjoy Don’s smaller, fatter member filling her swollen pussy. When Joel’s turn came, the nice Catholic girl from Hoboken whispered in his ear, “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

My mom told me she sucked Don’s penis and tasted her own female fluids before Joel stuck his member between her buttocks. “I never went in for that with your dad,” she informed me and I almost puked. I really wanted to cry.

“So, when he put his thing in my mouth again, I tasted my own feces. Yuk!” Then she seemed oddly detached, adding, “All that youthful energy…They just kept wanting to do it.” Then Irene formed a ring with her forefinger and thumb and used the middle finger of her other hand to make a stabbing motion.

“How many times did those guys fuck you?” I demanded to know.

Irene giggled and shrugged, “I don’t know.” Then she repeated, “I didn’t keep count.”

The problem was not that my cougar mother went wild, but she let the boys stay until she fell asleep–passed out, actually. When she woke in the wee hours, her young lovers were long gone and so was the money clip she kept in the cookie jar, about $200, a goodly sum in those days.

“I feel so stupid,” she lamented. She was upset at herself, not for acting like the biggest old whore in town, but for letting somebody rob her cookie-jar money.

As for me, I need to rethink my life, my memories, and my expectations. My mother did what?

…/…

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The next morning, I heard a loud crash coming from somewhere in my house. Hungover and groggy, I reached for my glasses and instead knocked my alarm clock off my nightstand. I finally figured out where my glasses were and went to investigate the noise. I was still just wearing my green briefs but the heat in my house prevented me from putting on anything more substantial.

I walked into the kitchen and was presented with the blue, cotton-clad ass of my friend Jim; bent over in my kitchen in nothing but his boxer-briefs. He was picking up an assortment of pots, pans, and lids off the floor and awkwardly trying to put them back in the cabinet from where they came. I stood there for awhile admiring the curve of his ass, the pronounced shape of his balls outlined by his Hanes, the hair on his legs, and the tattoo on his back. It was probably only a few seconds but it felt like and eternity to me.

“Morning bud. Nice boner.” Jim said with a smile as he turned around and stood up.

“Ha, thanks… I guess. Morning wood; you know.” I replied knowing full well that the six throbbing inches barely contained in my briefs was due to something far more interesting.

Jim explained that he was going to make us some pancakes for breakfast but was having some trouble finding his way around the kitchen. I showed him where everything he needed was while subtlety noticing that I wasn’t the only one sporting a little wood this morning – the bulge in Jim’s boxer-briefs had swollen slightly since I first came into the kitchen. I tried to take my mind off of it and started brewing a pot of coffee. While that was going, I went back to my bedroom to throw in my contacts and wash up a little bit.

When I returned to the kitchen, I found Jim throwing some finished pancakes on a plate and putting them on the table. I grabbed some for myself and sat down to join him for breakfast. I was surprised, the pancakes were really good! I complimented Jim on his as yet unknown to me cooking skills and was treated with the story of how his wife forced him to learn to cook a few things so that he wouldn’t starve to death if she was away. The conversation went on from there but neither of us mentioned the activities of the night before… to the point of being obvious that we weren’t going to talk about it.

“So… that movie from last night… we didn’t watch all of it, did we?” Jim finally surprised me by saying after swallowing the last bite of his pancakes.

“Ummm, no; I don’t think so. I think the description said like an hour and a half but we obviously didn’t need that long. Why?” I said, a little nervously.

“Nice. Well, I’ve got some morning wood and we know you sure as hell do and I figure we might as well get our money’s worth from that $4.99 rental. Want to jerk off again?”

“Sure!” I said, trying to hide my excitement. “Let’s head into the living room and get it done.”

I got up from the table doing nothing to hide the re-awakened boner trying to burst from my briefs. Jim got up behind me and the seven inch tent in his boxer-briefs was straining the blue fabric. I sat down on the sofa in the same position as last night and started to fight with the stupid cable box to get the movie back up and running. Instead of joining me, Jim shucked off his underwear, threw it on the recliner on the other side of the room and stood a few feet away from me slowing yanking his shaft and massaging his low-hanging, hairy balls.

“Last thing I remember is the cheerleader chick getting blasted by a couple of football guys. That had to be the end of a scene, so just go to whatever’s next.” Jim said while playing with himself. I obliged and skipped ahead to about halfway though the video where a new scene just started. “Yeah dude, that’ll do.” Jim said and took a seat on the recliner; laying back and proudly displaying his cock and balls.

The movie picked up and we both got to work on our dicks. I kept looking over to admire Jim, hoping he would do the same to me, but he was pretty focused on the movie. The scene of the study group that turned into a lesbian three-way didn’t do much for me, but Jim was clearly enjoying it. His breathing was heavy, chest and brow sweaty, and he was giving long, vigorous strokes to his manhood. By the ever more audible grunting, I could tell he was close and this was putting me at the edge as well. Jim grabbed for his boxer-briefs and wrapped them tightly around his cock and continued to stroke for about ten more seconds until releasing his morning load into blue cotton. This did it for me and I picked my briefs up from next to me and shot my thick load into the pouch.

We laid there for a couple minutes recouping from our workout. As my heart rate returned to normal I heard Jim let out a groan and he stood up to stretch and looked up to watch his softening member lay atop his sweaty balls.

“Full belly and empty balls… great way to start the morning!” Jim said as he clenched his cum-soaked underwear in his right hand. He then spotted the crumpled black jockstrap he had filled with his istanbul travesti seed the night before and picked it up off the living room floor. “Huh… all this jizz-soaked underwear might be hard to explain to the wife when she gets back and does the laundry. You mind taking care of it?”

“Sure man, no problem. It’ll fit in well with the ‘cumderwear’ I’ve made this weekend” I said with a laugh. “Though I’m guessing you’re out of boxers now. Do you need a pair for the rest of the day?”

“Yeah, that would be good, just give me whatever you won’t miss. If you don’t mind, I’ll grab a shower and probably head home. I’ve got to take care of the dog and do a couple projects the wife gave to me to ‘keep me out of trouble’ during the weekend.” Jim replied.

Jim headed to the guest bathroom and started up the shower – I of course admired his ass the whole time he walked down the hallway. I went to my bedroom, threw on some shorts, and opened my underwear drawer to figure out what to give Jim. I could be safe and give him a pair of plain cotton boxer-briefs I have, or maybe a little adventurous with one of my more preferred tight, synthetic boxer-briefs. Then I thought “I can give him whatever I want” and reached for something more interesting. I heard the shower turn off and a minute later Jim walked into my bedroom in just a towel waiting for what I’ve picked for him.

“So, I thought you’d like to try something a little different.” I said as I pulled out my selection and held up a pair of grey Hanes string bikinis in front of me. “It’s kinda like a jock and… I don’t know… maybe you’d find it cool.” I added getting more nervous about my selection.

“Right on, looks good” Jim said grabbing the garment from me. He dropped the towel and pulled on the bikinis, making sure to adjust his package to fit in the tight pouch. Jim felt the strings on his hips and slid his thumbs under them on each side. “How do I look?” He said with a smile and a snap of the elastic and turned around to walk to the bathroom to finish getting dressed. In the meantime I picked up the various articles of cum-soaked underwear from my living room and threw them in with the rest of my laundry. My fingers lingered longer on the black elastic straps of Jim’s well-used jock, imagining how perfectly they framed his ass and helped to support those low hanging balls of his. I was snapped out of it my Jim coming back into my room fully dressed and ready to head out.

“Thanks again for having me over, I had a really great time. I promise I’ll get your underwear back to you next week after my wife does the laundry and you can just get mine back to me whenever.” Jim said.

“Absolutely. I had a great time too – you’re welcome to come over whenever.” I replied.

I lead Jim to the front door and gave him a pat on the back as he stepped outside. I may have let my hand linger too long feeling the musculature beneath his thin cotton t-shirt, but Jim didn’t seem to mind. He turned around and gave me a hardy handshake then jumped in his pickup truck and headed home. I closed the door and immediately went back to my bedroom. I picked his jockstrap up from the laundry pile and held it in my face as I inhaled the musky smell of my friend. I ripped off my shorts and pulled the supporter up my legs and over my throbbing cock, now leaking pre-cum. I reached for my dick and gave it a couple pumps and that it was all it needed to produce my second load for the day, soaking the jock once again and mixing with Jim’s own sweet juices. I laid back on my bed and drifted off to a wonderful post-orgasmic nap while still wearing the moist jockstrap.

After waking up from my short nap, I resumed my normal weekend routine. I cleaned up from breakfast, straightened up the living room, and threw Jim and I’s cum-stained underwear into the wash. The rest of the weekend was pretty normal and low-key, but I just could not get the image of everything that had happened out of my head. I spent most of the time with a constant boner and relieved myself a few more times thinking about Jim and all the things that I would love to do with him. However, Sunday night came and it was time to get ready to go back to work. I packed my lunch and clothes for Monday along with Jim’s now clean underwear to return to him. However, looking at the pouch of the jockstrap gave me an idea I just couldn’t resist.

Monday morning I walked into the locker room around 5:50am. When I turned the corner I was greeted by a shirtless Jim who had arrived only a couple minutes before me. With his shirt over his head, he didn’t see me coming, so while I passed him I reached out my hand to give him a light slap on the abs. “Good morning bud.”

Jim finished pulling his polo over his head and realized what was going on. With a big smile he replied “There he is! Good morning!”

We chatted a bit and caught up with how the rest of our weekends went. Again we both expressed how much fun we had on Friday night and agreed that we would have to hang out more often. I noticed Jim was back to his normal istanbul travestileri boxer-briefs, but I didn’t mind – he looks great in everything. Since I already had my workout clothes on, I just sat on the bench admiring him as we talked. However, before we headed out to the gym I stopped him.

“I’ve got a surprise and you’ve got to promise not to hate me.” I said.

Jim looked up from tying his shoes and said “Ok…” in a sort of questioning tone.

“Well, I blame you for planting the seed in my head, but I had to try it.” I said. I then took the waistband of my gym shorts and pulled it down a couple inches on one side to reveal the thick black waistband of Jim’s college jockstrap. “I hope you don’t mind, I’ll give it back tomorrow. I promise.” I added.

“Ha, nice. Nah I don’t mind; the old guy is getting a lot of use these past couple days. Hope you like it.” Jim said with a wink and a smile.

I smiled back and pulled up my shorts. Jim finished tying his shoes and we headed to the weight room. Jim and I lifted for about 45 minutes and it was just like normal – no awkwardness from the weekend or anything. I was really enjoying having Jim’s jock holding my nuts and having the smooth fabric of my gym shorts rub against my exposed ass – so much so that I had to fight back growing a boner in the middle of the gym. The workout was finally over and Jim and I headed back to the locker room. I pulled off my shirt and shorts and stood around in just my buddy’s now sweat soaked jock. Jim didn’t mind in the least and striped naked as he put his workout clothes away and made chitchat with me. I finally removed the jock and threw it in my locker and hit the showers. I was so worked up that I debated rubbing one out in the shower, but I decided against it and just turned the water colder. I finished showering and returned to my locker to find my 6’8″ god of a friend toweling himself off. We got dressed and headed back to our desks.

“So how’d you like that jock?” The instant message from Jim said about an hour or so later.

“It was good. Kinda weird not having anything cover your ass, but I got used to it after a while.” I replied. “I’ll probably stick to my briefs for now but thanks for letting me try it out.”

“Yeah, I’m glad it’s still useful after all these years.” Jim sent back. After a minute or so he added “So… did you wash it before you wore it or was that in the shape I left it?”

“Yes, I definitely washed it. I like you man, but not enough to have my nuts covered in… you… LOL” I sent back, which was a lie but I didn’t want Jim to think I was being weird about the situation.

“Ha ha. Cool. I’ll have your stuff back for you tomorrow except for that pair you gave me Saturday morning.” Jim responded. I’ve got to run to a meeting now but let’s meet for lunch and I can tell you why I won’t be able to return your stuff right away. Later!”

I closed the IM box on my computer and let my mind wonder on why there’s a story on why I’m not getting my underwear back. I snapped out of it a few minutes later and resumed writing my computer code. A few hours passed and it was time for lunch. I got an IM from Jim saying to meet in the cafeteria for lunch, so I grabbed my food from the fridge and found the table where we usually sit.

“So, I hope you’ve got a good explanation for me.” I said jokingly as I sat down across from Jim who was already assembling his sandwich.

“Well, I’ve got an explanation; you can be the judge if it’s good or not.” Jim shot back. “It’s sort of a funny story so I’ll get right to it.” Jim added in a now more hushed tone. “After I got home on Saturday I started doing all the chores that my wife left for me. I was working up a sweat and being the only one home I just stripped down to the skivvies you gave me… by the way very comfortable for getting shit done. Anyway, when I was done I sat down on my bed and caught my reflection in the mirror and noticed… well… noticed how good I thought I looked in those briefs. So much so that I got a little excited and figured I would rub one out. Well, as it seems we both like to do, I got to the moment of truth and shot into your briefs. So… I’ve got a sticky pair of another guys briefs hidden in my truck because it’s too awkward to explain to my wife how and why they got into our laundry.”

I stared at Jim for a couple of seconds before responding “HA! That sounds like the setup to a bad gay romance novel or something. I’m guessing you’re wanting me to take care of this again? That’s fine, just fold them up and put them with the rest of the briefs you’re retuning tomorrow; I’ll do the rest. I just hope you had a good time.”

“Yes, it was a good time.” Jim said. “My right arm surely got a workout the past few days.”

“Indeed.” I replied. “So, I’ve got to ask… and don’t take this the wrong way… but are you into underwear? I only ask cause you seem to be cool with trying different styles and you like to shoot your load into it; I like that stuff too” I added in a very hushed and nervous tone.

“Ummm… travesti istanbul I guess I never thought about it that way, but I guess you could say that. Is that cool or weird or… gay or something?” Jim responded.

“Nah man, I think it’s cool and even cooler to find someone else who thinks the same way.” I replied with a re-assuring smile. “Would you… like, you know… want to like trade some pairs and stuff just to try different stuff out?”

“I feel like we’ve already started down that path so why not keep going.” Jim said now more clearly relaxed and interested in the situation. “But how about this, we have to promise to tell each other what we thought about the pairs and what we did with them. Like I just did: the briefs were super comfortable and I filled ’em with jizz. Is that cool with you?”

“Yeah man, that sounds like a lot of fun.” I said with excitement – both in my voice and in my pants. “Being completely open about it will be a lot more interesting than just ‘nice boxers’ or whatever. I’m 100% in.”

“Great!” Jim replied. “Shit… it’s almost time for some stupid HR training I need to go to. We can figure out the details of our agreement later. I’ll catch up with you tomorrow in the gym, gifts in tow.”

Jim headed off to his class and I cleaned up my lunch still letting what had just happened sink in. Did I really just agree to exchange underwear with a guy I have a huge crush on and agree to tell him how I jacked off in them? Awesome. The rest of the day was a blur as I threw myself into my work trying to avoid getting a boner at my desk. When I arrived home I immediately stripped off my clothes, reached into my gym bag, and filled Jim’s still damp jock with another load of my cum. I threw on a pair of my favorite boxer-briefs and took the jock to the sink to wash them by hand – no reason to run a whole load of laundry. I dried and packed the jock with Jim’s clean boxer-briefs into my gym bag so I could return them to him and then. The rest of the evening was like any other and I went to bed early so I would be ready to go in the gym the next morning.

Jim and I got to the locker room at the same time the next morning. He was quick to strip down to his underwear but not so quick to put his gym clothes on… almost like he was showing off for me; which I didn’t mind at all. He reached into his bag a gave me the stack of clean folded briefs that he had borrowed the week before, explaining that that the one filled with his seed was wrapped in a paper towel at the center of the stack (how thoughtful). I placed the underwear in my bag and pulled out Jim’s jock and boxer-briefs that I had washed for him and handed them over. I saw a quick flick of Jim’s cock through his boxer-briefs as he put his hand on the material and he reached down to slowly adjust his manhood – I think he was getting excited by the underwear… nice. He thanked me and continued getting dressed and we headed out to our workout.

The rest of the day was like any other with stupid meetings and uncooperative code. I wanted to IM Jim to set up our underwear exchange, but didn’t want to seem to pushy about it… maybe he had second thoughts. I hadn’t heard anything from him on the subject for the rest of the week – just the normal silly internet links and general current events talk we usually have – so I figured he changed his mind… oh well. I went home Friday night after work and had a couple beers to relax for the weekend. I remembered I still had my grey string bikini’s filled with Jim’s cum in my laundry basked waiting to be washed, so I went back to my bedroom to fish them out. The fabric was stiff and filled with a musky mix of sweat and seamen. I held the bikinis up to my nose and inhaled the scent while I let my jeans drop to the floor; now standing in only my black low-rise briefs. My cock was instantly hard and I dropped the briefs to the floor and replaced them with the dirty string bikini. I rubbed my cock through the stiff pouch feeling the texture and imaging Jim’s package contained in the thin fabric. I laid down in bed and slowly jerked my dick through the underwear until I soaked it with a new load. I pulled the bikinis off and threw them back into the laundry and fell asleep.

I was awoken shortly before 10 by the text message notification on my phone. It was strange so I groggily reached over to investigate.

“I want you to hold my nuts… in your briefs :)” The message from Jim said.

“LOL. Happy to oblige. What did you have in mind?” I replied.

“I’m going hunting this weekend and thought briefs would be cool. Can I come pick up a couple pairs tomorrow morning before I head out?” Jim texted back.

“Sure, I’m an early riser so I’ll be up. I pick out some good pairs for you.” I said

“Cool. I’ll have something for you too, per our agreement. See you tomorrow morning around 430.” Jim responded

I got out of bed and went to my underwear drawer to pick something out. I decided I would give Jim a pair of bright orange low-rise sports briefs and a dark green string bikini – I thought my color combo was clever. I then threw on a pair of boxer briefs for myself and went to the bathroom to take my contacts out before returning to bed for the rest of the night. I set my alarm for 415 in anticipation of my morning visitor.

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Wednesday morning came, and I was eager to fuck another of my dumb jocks. Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for them.

I sent Demarcus and Callum some test papers so I could deliberately low score them, giving me a reason to take their asses. However, I was cock blocked.

All four of the men were preparing for the annual touch football game between the seniors and the freshers. While it was meant to be a bit of fun, it was taken seriously by the guys. Both men refused to meet, correctly thinking that I would find an excuse to get in their pants, though as a compromise they took the papers.

Turning to Hunter, I was again blocked. Apparently, there was a big house party after the game that was mandatory for all players to attend and he had no time to spare for my lonely cock.

Let down, I went to my lectures, and I caught up on some work that I had put off while enjoying my jocks’ tight asses.

On my way to a seminar, I ended up walking past the practice field and saw the team warming up. Stopping to watch, I noticed Hunter and Rocky were chatting, and then I spotted Demarcus.

The big assed Latino was in a prone position ready to sprint. His tight white leggings were stretched to the max and then he launched forward. My cock lurched as his vast cheeks wobbled with each step. I needed him again.

Picking up the papers from Coach, I marked them, then sent Demarcus and Callum news that they had failed. I attached their answer sheets showing them where they had gone wrong just to let them know it wasn’t me making shit up.

While I waited to see if either man decide that getting smarter was more important than a party, I met up with Colin to continue watching the Terminator films. We had got past the two good ones and were on Rise of the Machines.

Lounging in his room and three beers down, my desires were answered when I got a call from Demarcus. Apologizing to Colin, I got up, giddy with excitement, and took the call.

“Hey man, I need some help,” Demarcus blurted out, and before I could reply, he continued, “I only got eight questions right on that test and guessed those ones!”

I mean, I could have told him why he was struggling, but my cock was doing all the thinking for me at this point.

“Look, I really need you to help me go over the paper. I need to pass this shit! Can you do a session with me tomorrow?”

Sighing down the phone, I put on an apologetic voice, “no can do, Demarcus, I’ve got to do a presentation by Friday, so I can’t leave my room tomorrow.”

While it was true that I had a presentation, it was due next month. I just wanted to get my rocks off now. My balls were full and my cock was already straining to be inside his magical ass.

“Please, man, I need to pass this test. My mom will kill me if I get kicked out!” he begged.

“Okay, well, where are you now? I can give you a load tonight, then we can meet up tomorrow to see where you’re tripping up,” I said.

“Aw man, I can’t do that. I’m busy, you know, it’s Jonas’s house party tonight.”

Jonas was the quarterback for the team. His parents lived locally in a mansion and everyone knew the parties there were wild. Obviously, I had never been invited.

“Hey, I gave you my offer. Either take it or leave it!” I answered shortly.

I had gone for the kill. Who didn’t want to fuck a hottie at a house party? As a nerd, I had never had the chance, until now, and I wasn’t going to let it pass me by.

“Fine,” he huffed, clearly not pleased that his night was going to be interrupted, “meet me by the side entrance to his garden in half an hour.”

Though I knew Jonas lived in Lakeridge, the posh area of the town, I had no idea what his house looked like or if the side entrance was easy to find. So, making up some bullshit excuse to Colin, I left and hurried over.

When I got there, it was pretty easy to see where the quarterback lived. Outside one house there were about fifteen cars parked in the drive and sidewalk.

It was by far the biggest house in the area and, briefly, I was dumbstruck at how large it was. Judging from the size, there must have been over a dozen bedrooms inside.

Edging closer to the mansion, I kept an eye out for anyone walking around but saw nothing. When I got to the driveway, I spotted the side passage to the left. Creeping up to it, I waited by the door for Demarcus.

Checking my watch, I was still a couple of minutes early and I let my mind drift to the last time I was with the Latino running back and his bubble butt. My dreaming was cut short by the door opening and Demarcus peering around it.

“Get in then,” he hissed impatiently.

Shuffling into the side passage, I was greeted by Demarcus’ cherub face. He was so cute that it took me a moment to realize that he was wearing a French maid’s outfit.

My jaw dropped.

The istanbul travesti top clung tightly to his pecs and was cut off, showing his toned tummy, but it was the frilly mini skirt that had me drooling. It was only a couple of inches long and with him standing sideways to me, I could see that it barely covered his ass, leaving his round cheeks teasingly peeking out.

Beneath that, he was wearing fishnet stockings, and to top off the climax-inducing sight, was a pair of high heels.

“Fuc… Wow! I mean… why?” I stuttered.

“I have to wear it.” He replied tensely, huffing before he continued, “it’s maid’s night so all first-years have to dress up like a maid. Look in there, you can see Hunter is too.”

He pulled me to the window and pointed inside. I followed his finger to see Hunter in an overly large maid’s uniform serving seniors some beer.

Even on his huge body, it was too big, and he had stapled it together. The outfit definitely suited Demarcus’s body better.

“See what I mean? Now, we can’t do anything out here. This is where people come to be sick,” Demarcus said, pulling my attention away from the abundance of muscly footballers in maid outfits.

“But we can do it in Jonas’ parent’s room. Technically, no one is allowed in there, but you can get to it up a drainpipe,” explained the running back.

“Drainpipe?!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah. Look, I’ll go up first and lift you up. Don’t worry,” he scoffed at my nervousness.

Leading me to the back of the house, I spotted a large balcony about ten feet above me. There was a drainpipe next to it with several connecting pipes where someone who was athletic could use them as footholds.

Nimbly, Demarcus started to climb.

Moving to the bottom of the drainpipe, wanting to see how he did it, I looked up and immediately lost my breath.

Above me, two gloriously round caramel colored cheeks framed by a black skirt were shaking wildly as the running back scrambled up.

His toned leg muscles flexed inside the stockings and I could see that they were clipped to a garter belt, though it didn’t look like he was wearing any underwear. Not that I was complaining.

Soon, he managed to hop onto the balcony and the show was over. I waited while he looked around for something until, finally, he told me to stand back.

Moments later, a rope ladder came down, nearly hitting me in the face. It must have been a health and safety thing or a way to get your cheating partners out of the bedroom quickly. Either way, it was damn lucky for me, I thought.

My mind quickly changed when I tried using it, though. I’m not the most coordinated person, but I doubt even an acrobat could have climbed that rope ladder any quicker or more dignified than I did.

“You took your time!” Demarcus hissed at me when I eventually fell onto the balcony.

Unable to talk, I gave him the finger instead.

“I can’t get into the room, so we’re going to have to postpone.” Demarcus continued, ignoring my response.

“No fucking way!” I huffed, still short of breath, “we’ll do it here.”

I turned around, and, what little breath I had, was taken away by the view.

You could see the whole town from the balcony. To the right was the university with the football stadium lit up for cheerleader practice. To the left was a golf country club where, from the sounds and lights, I guessed a big party was taking place.

Immediately, I knew I had to fuck him while overlooking the town. It was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Facing Demarcus, the light from the bedroom, though faint, was enough to see him in all his beauty. He cutely bit his bottom lip while he waited for me to take the lead.

“I got to get back to the guys soon,” he finally muttered.

“In that case, we’re going to do this quickly. Which means you’ve got to do everything I say. Without questioning it.”

He went to speak but decided to nod his head, clearly unsure whether my demand to not question me had already started.

With his heels on, Demarcus was slightly taller than me, so I had to reach up to grip his shoulder. Adding pressure to it, he got the idea and squatted.

Though I had started to get hard just thinking of fucking him on the balcony, I wasn’t close to my full length yet.

Running my fingers through his soft hair, Demarcus looked up at me with his big, dark gold eyes.

“You might want to hurry up,” I said, “we don’t want the seniors to see you on your knees, do we?”

His eyes widened, and he quickly gripped my jeans and tugged them down.

Out came my cock, twitching in the cool air. Demarcus licked his lips, then after a moment of just staring at it, he opened his mouth and took my tip inside.

“That’s it!” I sighed.

While he wasn’t as enthusiastic as Hunter, nor did he have the full teasing lips of Callum or the experience of Rocky, he was incredibly sloppy and, more importantly, didn’t protest when I pushed deeper.

Taking hold of his head, I held him still istanbul travestileri as I edged closed. Soon my tip was tickling the opening to his throat.

“Shit, that’s good!” I said, as I felt him tense and gag around my thickness.

Hearing him take a breath through his nose, I let him calm down and relax. Then, with a sharp thrust forward, I entered his tight throat.

“Take it all, slut!” I grunted while reveling in the right confines of his mouth.

When my knees wobbled, I let him up, coughing and sputtering. His golden eyes watered as they pierced into me, but he didn’t look angry. In fact, he looked ready for more.

After I felt like he had enough air, I pulled Demarcus towards me and obediently he resumed blowing me. Bobbing up and down, he soon went deeper and without any prompting, he soon had my head pressing against his throat.

“You like that, huh?” I grinned.

Ignoring me, he tried to deepthroat me, but without my added force, he couldn’t do it.

“Don’t worry, my phat assed slut, I’ll help you out!”

He looked up at me with a glint in his eye. Gripping his head, I let my cock find the entrance to his throat and then I drove forward until his nose was pressed against my groin.

“Fuckkkk!” I hissed.

The sensation was so good that I squeezed my eyes shut to try to stop the sensations from overwhelming my balls. I had big plans for my slutty French maid tonight.

Holding him against me, I felt him tap my thigh. With each passing second, it became more and more frantic until I let him up.

“Damn!” He spluttered, “I can’t believe I took it all!”

Smirking at him, I tapped my cock on his wet lips, “believe it. Now, open wide!”

We repeated this over and over until he could easily take me balls deep, though he still needed a little help from me.

Thanks to my frequent sessions with my dumb jocks, my stamina was getting really good. However, even I couldn’t hold back too long with a stunning man who was fast becoming a deepthroat expert.

No matter how good he was at blowing me, his ass was calling to me. I needed to watch those glorious cheeks jiggle as I fuck him.

“Get up,” I demanded.

After a little wobble on his heels, Demarcus stood in front of me.

My hands went to his sides and slowly slid down the lacy outfit. I looked him in the eye as my fingers edged closer to his ass. The feeling of being able to dominate a larger man made my balls tingle.

He was biting his bottom lip again and let out a whimper when my cool hands slid up his skirt and cupped his large round ass. His skin was so silky smooth, yet his cheeks were so heavy in my grip.

I jiggled his butt for a bit, marveling at how much they wobbled. He was so sexy that I was sure my cock would erupt just from fondling him.

“Now I’m going to give you my cum. Is that what you want?” I asked, squeezing his cheeks harder.

“Er… um, yes?” he replied between deep breaths.

I was really gripping his ass now, pulling the soft cheeks apart before letting them spring back into position.

“Well, that didn’t sound definite,” I teased.

My hand came around to the front and brushed along his throbbing erection, “this fella knows what he wants! So, just relax and tell me what you want me to do.”

I gripped his shaft, and instantly he groaned.

“Please… Please… I need your cock, I mean, cum… I mean, I need it to make me smarter,” he stuttered, thrusting his hips against me, totally overcome with lust.

Grabbing his chin, I made him look at me.

Gazing into his golden eyes, I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. After an initial hint of reluctance, he sunk into my arms and kissed me back.

Just as we were about to get really lost in the kiss, I broke away from him and barked, “grip the railing, I want to see that phat ass!”

He had to reach down to the railing, pushing his ass out and forcing the skirt to ride higher until most of his cheeks were on display.

Edging behind him, I could see that he was actually wearing underwear. I would have been disappointed, but his choice of underwear was breath taking.

“That’s a sight for sore eyes!” I groaned.

Splitting his round orbs was a thin strip of fabric. The slut was wearing a thong, though it was hard to see, as his juicy ass swallowed the lacy material.

Running my hand over his cheeks, I sighed at their softness. Unable to stop touching him, I moved lower until I came to his thick legs. He had fishnet stockings on that attached to a suspender belt around his tummy. He was every inch the sexy French maid.

Feeling naughty, I pulled up one of the suspenders that clung against his upper thigh, before letting it snap back into place. The effect made his entire butt wobble as Demarcus cried out in shock.

Briefly wondering how I was going to get my thick cock inside that tight ass with the limited amount of time I had until someone came looking for him, I looked around for inspiration. Luckily, I spotted some travesti istanbul lube hidden behind a plant pot and picked it up. Clearly, Jonas’ parents had done the exact same thing that I was about to do.

Straightening up, I pushed down on his upper back. It took a moment for Demarcus to realize what I wanted and then he lowered his chest to the railing, making his ass jut out more.

“Goddamn!” I whistled as his round cheeks spread apart and gave me a glimpse of my dreams.

Squirting a large dollop of lube on Demarcus’ ass, I watched as it pooled around his entrance.

“Ohhh, fuck that’s cold!” He gasped, tensing and making his cheeks clap together.

Forcing my finger between his globes, I searched for his hole.

Above me, Demarcus groaned and relaxed, allowing me to find the tight treasure. Collecting the gel, I smeared it around before tentatively prodding his ring.

Again, I felt him inhale and tense, so, taking it slow, I continued to circle his sensitive area until he relaxed enough to let the tip of my finger in.

“Fuck… no, don’t move yet…” he breathed as my digit popped inside.

Knowing I needed to speed this up, I decided to add some more pleasure to distract him. Dropping my thumb to rub his perineum, he instantly sighed happily.

After a couple of seconds of stroking, I pulled my thumb away and instinctively he pushed back, desperate to get that feeling again, but all he did was inadvertently drive more of my finger inside his tunnel.

As he gasped, I took the opportunity and began to finger him. Pushing deeper and deeper inside, coating his walls with lube until my palm was pressed up against his warm, round cheeks.

“Oh god yes!” groaned Demarcus as he took control and thrust back onto my hand.

Letting him set the pace, I was busy trying to reach the lube bottle. Finally grabbing it, I awkwardly slathered my cock until it glistened. I was ready.

Placing my tip just under his asshole, I pulled out my finger, leaving it to gape slightly.

“Wha… oh shit!”

With one hand, I emptied the lube into his open hole while with the other, I aimed my cock higher.

Throwing away the bottle, I pushed against the crinkled ring. The head easily slipped inside, making both of us groan in unison.

“Fuck, that’s tight!” I croaked.

Seeing his knuckles tightly gripping the railing, I knew that Demarcus wanted me to go slowly so that his tight ass could get used to my thickness, but after his deep throating, I couldn’t wait any longer. With a firm shove, I invaded more of his asshole.

“Shit, that’s good!” I gasped while Demarcus just whimpered beneath me.

With the amount of lube on my prick and coating his tunnel, there was no stopping me from driving deeper.

“Fuck, Fuck, fuck!” chanted Demarcus as I felt his walls stretch around my girth, accepting more and more of me.

Pulling out slightly, I collected some of the overflowing lube and greased my exposed shaft before I thrust back in.

“Ahhhh… So deep…” He grunted between deep breaths.

I grinned when I heard that. There were still a couple more inches to go. Moving my hands to his hips, I pulled him back while I rammed forward, slamming home the rest of my cock.

“Fuck!” he cried out before slapping a hand over his mouth in case anyone heard him.

Staying embedded in his ass, I felt it twitching around my shaft. It felt like it was almost milking me.

My balls churned for release. This wasn’t going to be a slow, gentle lovemaking, this was going to be a hard pounding.

“Hold on, bitch! This ass was made to be fucked!”

Demarcus whimpered at that and lifted his ass higher like a bitch in heat. Though his walls were clutching at me when I pulled back, I could feel the lube allowing me to withdraw.

Pushing inside again, I began to fuck him. The light from the bedroom behind illuminated us so that I could see his big, light brown cheeks wobble each time I buried myself inside him.

“Fuck, you feel so good!” I grunted, picking up the pace.

Already I was close to cumming. Even without the amazing blowjob, his ass is enough to make anyone cum within minutes.

Trying to postpone it, I looked up to admire the spectacular view. It was truly stunning to see the whole town and made infinitely better by fucking a man the town residents cheered for every weekend.

A loud noise from the golf club made both of us pause. My cock twitched against his pulsing walls as I tried to work out what had caused the sound, and then a loud bang made both Demarcus and me jump.

“Holy shit!” the footballer exclaimed with my cock embedded in his ass as we both looked up to see fireworks illuminating the nighttime sky.

I laughed out loud. It was like they were celebrating my fucking!

Demarcus’s clenched around my shaft as if his ass was reminding me that he needed to be fucked.

Gripping his hips again, I started to pound him again. His peachy cheeks slapped heavily against me, and the running back wailed at my savage assault, but any noise he made was drowned out by the continuing fireworks.

Watching his butt ripple against me, I could only watch mesmerized by the spectacle until an incredibly loud firework snapped me back.

“Fuck, this ass needs to be spanked!” I grunted.

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Why are men’s clothes so boring? You look at what women can wear, and there was no comparison. The feeling of a pair of silk stockings against your skin, was heaven to me. As you may have guessed, I’m a crossdresser. My female name is Maria Stephens.

I’d always enjoyed, putting on ladies clothes. It started when I was young, and I’d wear my mums stuff. It wasn’t what you would call, sexy, but I loved roleplaying as a female.

Eventually I left home, to join the forces. My crossdressing was now put on hold. During my time in the Air Force, I meet my future wife. We were married, when I found out, I was to be posted overseas.

I left after doing twenty two years, and we’d settled up in Scotland. We had two girls, and a boy, and we were so happy.

It was then that I started my crossdressing again. It was my little secret, no one else knew. I used to place an order for outfits, at least once a month. It was a thrill, to try something new on. At first I’d buy fairly conservative clothes, but eventually ordered more daring outfits. By this time I’d bought a breastplate, and it was my best investment. I could now wear low cut dresses, that showed my cleavage off.

I started taken photos of myself, on my phone, and I really liked what I saw. It was then that I started posting, on a crossdressing message board. When I started posting my pictures, I got some great feedback, and received plenty of pm’s for meet ups. You may not believe this, but I still thought of myself as straight. I never posted pictures with my face in it, as I could still see my male side. My body was definitely fem, but I couldn’t say the same about my face.

Eventually I posted less on there, as I’d found a social network app, called kik, where I could live chat with fellow ladies. I even joined some straight groups, and got plenty of offers when I posted pictures. The guys actually thought I was a female. Eventually I left those groups, as I felt like a fraud, having to lie.

My favourite group, was a Scottish one. It wasn’t just crossdresser, that were in the group. Once again, I was getting plenty of offers. By this time though, I was becoming curious , about what it would be like to meet up. I’d bought an anal vibrator, which I loved to use.

One guy, Ross, was really keen to meetup, but I always said I couldn’t do it. He was in his twenties, and was very handsome. We had some lovely chats, with him wanting to know more about my crossdressing. He loved how I dressed, as it was very feminine.

My wife was going to visit her mum, down in England. I couldn’t get time off work, so she went with our youngest. All our kids, had left home by now. Ross asked if I’d like to meet up for a drink and chat, no strings attached. After much pursuance , I agreed, but it had to be at my house. I’d not been out dressed, apart from the odd drive around in my car.

It was the day of my meet, and I was very nervous. I relaxed during the day, dressed in my new istanbul travesti mini dress. Ross text me, asking if I was still OK for tonight. I told him I was, but was very nervous. What if I wasn’t quite what he was expecting, when we were face to face. He assured me, that everything would be fine.

It was that time to get ready, as Ross would be arriving in about two hours time. I started running the bath, then got to work on what I’d be wearing.

The first thing I had to decide, was what dress I was going to put on. I had so many to choose from, but settled on a black lacy dress, that came above the knees. It had a lovely low cut neckline, so I picked out my E cup breastplate. For my underwear, I picked out a black gaff, which would allow be to tuck my cock out of the way. I started call it my clit, and my ass hole, was my pussy. I’d bought a matching bra, and suspenders set recently, so I got them out on the bed. To finish my look off tonight, I’d be wearing black stockings, and a pair of 5 inch high heels. Everything was laid on the bed, so I finished running my bath, and lay in it, enjoying the heat.

I got out the bath, and dried myself. Before putting on my clothes, I shaved my legs and my crotch area. Now that I was hairless, I put on my gaff, then my suspender belt. I enjoyed the feeling of putting my silk stockings on. Once they were fastened to my belt, I then put on my breastplate. It looked hot, when I put my plunge bra on. The dress fitted me perfectly , and showed my cleavage off. I pulled the zip up, on the back of the dress. Once I had everything on, I started doing my makeup. I loved my new red lipstick, and applied some eyeshadow. Looking in the mirror, I was very happy with the result. I put on my jewellery , then stepped into my high heels. I then headed downstairs, waiting for Ross to arrive.

It wasn’t long before I got a text off him, to say he’d pulled up in his car, outside my house. I told him I was ready, and to come on in. Still feeling nervous, I opened the door, to greet him.

He came in, and kissed me on the lips. It was the first time, I’d ever kissed another guy. I closed the door behind him, and turned to face him. He was wearing a white, loose fitting shirt and black trousers.

“Pleased to meet you at last Maria.”

He then gave me another kiss, and put his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

“Likewise Ross, though must admit, I’m feeling pretty nervous.”

“You look so hot Maria, even better in real life.”

“Thank you Ross, can I get you a drink?”

“I’ll have a beer, if you have any.”

“I’ll get us both one.”

I handed him a beer, then headed into the conservatory. It was dark outside, and I’d turned the lights down low.

“Please take a seat, and I’ll put some music on.”

He sat on the sofa, and I put some background music on. I sat down beside him, and we got chatting. We were getting to know each other, and he was putting istanbul travestileri me at ease. My nervousness had gone by now. I was loving chatting with this hot guy.

“Let me get us another drink.”

I headed to the fridge, to get us another two beers.

“Let me help you.”

He came behind me, and started kissing my neck, his arms around my waist.

“You smell so nice Maria, I love that perfume.”

His hand moved to my breast, and started caressing me. I turned round, and he started kissing me opened mouth. I could feel his tongue, exploring my mouth, and I responded in kind. My arms were around his neck, his were now on my ass. I could definitely feel his bulge.

We returned to the conservatory with drinks in hand. His hand was now resting on my thigh, as we chatted some more. I put my drink down, and looked into his eyes. Moving closer, I gave him a passionate kiss.

“You taste so nice Maria.”

His hand moved up my thigh, until he came to my suspender belt.

“Hmmm, I like that, I wouldn’t mind seeing what you are wearing underneath that dress.”

He started kissing my neck, as his hand moved higher. I opened my legs slightly, and his hand moved slowly to my clit. He was rubbing me down below, and I was certainly getting turned on.

“You are one hot lady,” he whispered in my ear.

My hand moved onto his thigh, and he opened his legs. I turned towards him, and we started kissing again. My hand slowly moved towards his crotch. It was now resting on his cock, and he felt hard under my hand. My fingers traced along his length, and it felt pretty big.

“Would you like to go upstairs? I asked him.

“I would like nothing more Maria.”

We headed upstairs, his hands on my ass, as we ascended the stairs. I took my time, enjoying his hands on me. Entering the bedroom, I switched on the beside light. He came behind me, and started playing with my tits, while he rubbed himself up against me. My head went back, as I let out a moan. He slowly pulled down the zip of my dress. The dress feel onto floor, so I stepped out of it. Turning around, he could now see what I was wearing underneath.

“Fuck me, that looks so sexy. You have some body.”

We started kissing again, his hands on my flesh. My hand moved down to his bulge, and it felt huge.

“Someone seems turned on,” I whispered, as I started biting his earlobe.

He started undoing my bra and let it fall to the floor. I sat on the bed, my legs wide open. He moved closer, and he slower removed his shirt. My hands started touching his chest, then moved down to his torso. I started kissing his six pack, my tongue exploring his navel. I undid the belt on his trousers, and slowly pulled down his zip. My eyes were level with his bulge. I undid the button on his trousers, and they fell to the floor. He had tight white boxers on. I started stroking him through the material. Pulling down his boxers, his cock travesti istanbul was now fully expised. It must have been about 9 inches long.

“God, your cock is amazing.”

I started stroking him, as I stood up. Again, we started kissing, his hands all over my body. One hand was slowly rubbing my clitty. I was very hard by now. He then removed my gaff, and started stroking my clit.

“Why don’t you lie down?” I asked him.

He lay down on the bed, his legs opened wide. I moved between his legs, and started kissing his shaft, starting at his balls. Inch by glorious inch, I kissed this monster cock, before reaching the head of it. My tongue slowly circled the head, enjoying the taste of it. This would be my first cock, as I put it in my mouth. I slowly started to suck it, using my tongue on the head. My hand started playing with his balls, while my other stroked him. I looked up and he was staring at me. His cock went deeper into my mouth, my saliva making him nice and juicy. I sucked him off, for a good fifteen minutes.

“Would you you let me fuck you, Maria?” he asked.

I wanted his cock so much, but had only used a dildo on my pussy. And it was much smaller than his big cock.

“I’ve never done it before Ross, but I want you so much.”

“We’ll take it slow Maria.”

He told me to get on all fours. I did as he said, my ass in the air. He had brought some oil, and covered a couple of fingers with it. Slowly he inserted a finger into my pussy. It felt so good, as he slowly moved it, in and out.

“How does that feel?” he asked.

“It feels wonderful Ross.”

He then inserted another finger inside me. Same again he slowly moved them in and out. My pussy was getting nice and wet now.

He put on a durex, and covered his cock in oil. Moving behind me, he slowly put the head of his cock inside me. It hurt and he pulled out straight away. He then used his tongue on my pussy, and my body started to shake. It was amazing, and I was feeling pretty wet.

“Relax Maria, we’ll take it nice and slow.”

I felt his cock enter me again, and it still hurt a little, but not as much.

“How does that feel babe.”

“My pussy feels so tight.”

While he was still inside me, he poured more oil on his cock, and went a little deeper. It felt unbelievable, and I heard myself asking for more. My ass went higher, my face buried in a pillow. Slowly he pushed deeper into my pussy. Inch by inch he went, until eventually he was fully in. I could feels his balls against my ass. I moaned in the pillow, asking him to fuck me. He started off slow, letting me feel all 9 inches sliding in and out. His hands were grabbing my ass, as he starting riding me faster. I wanted everything he had.

“Ross, fuck me harder,” i screamed at him.

He started riding me fast and hard. I started matching his thrusts.

It wasn’t long before we were both ready to cum. He pulled the rubber off, and we got into a 69 position. We both came at the same time, his cum dripping out of my mouth. We both stood up, and started kissing, our cum mixed together.

We lay in each others arms, both of us completely satisfied. He stayed the night, and as you can imagine, we fucked a lot more. My first date ended perfectly.

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Tyler is happily engaged when his life takes a turn. After a couple bad decisions, he ends up in California State’s Prison. Surrounded by bad boys, hot guards, and a lot of testosterones, is Tyler going to manage to keep himself out of troubles? (Erotic Drama – sequel to My First Year in College).

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My First Year in Prison

Chapter 14: Midnight call

It would take a lot to distract me from a hot young body and a big uncut dick such as Trevor’s, but finding out that my drug-dealer ex-boyfriend was standing naked and wet only a few feet away from me, that was sufficient to do the trick.

Freaking Will Torres was locked up in the same prison, same district, than I was! What were the chances?

If my life was a mess before, now it was a full-on shit show.

“There, now you go shower and you just try not to get in trouble.” I said hastily to a very naked and quite nervous Trevor.

“Thanks for this advice, very insightful.” He said ironically, like the annoyed teenager that he still was.

“Look man, I have welcomed you here very nicely. You have no idea of how lucky you got when I was picked to be your fucking guide, so just learn to show some appreciation.” I snapped back, a little more harshly than I wanted.

It was out of character for me but I was very tense and the young Kennedy was getting on my nerves. Ungrateful brat!

“Braxton is mad.” Commented Pope on the side with his usual smirk.

Did he hear Pope say my name? I was not sure but either way, Will turned around. Since the last time I had seen him, he had added a few more anime tattoos on his chest. Rest assured; he still had his Christian cross right next to his dick. In a matter of seconds, Will was staring at me while soaping his inner thighs. Shit. What was I supposed to do now?

“I have to go.” I said to my cellmates and left abruptly.

I passed by the guys waiting to shower, most of them naked, and bumped into someone. Of course, it was Kurtis. That was definitely my day! My hand brushed his limp fat dick, I got chills… As if I was not already freaking out enough!

Kurtis took a step back.

“Where are you running like that, Ty?” First words we were exchanging in weeks.

“Not your problem.”

I regretted instantly talking to him this way. I was nervous, scared, I also did not know where I was going. Kurtis seemed upset but just shrugged his shoulders.

If only the doors of the prison could finally open and let me out of this hell! Sure, this hell was filled with stunning hot guys wandering around naked, but at what cost?

As often, I found refuge in the toilets near the communal showers. I thought of Ray getting his dick sucked in the stall next door to mine that one time. Glenn was so annoying; how did he end up getting in the pants of the hottest guys of the facility? Well, he was stuck with Bianchi now. At least, for the most part… Kurtis was apparently fucking him from time to time.

I did not shower that day and as you can imagine, I was very on edge, going from one place to another, trying to avoid Will but more generally, trying to avoid every inmate. Xander came to check on me.

“What’s up, dude? You look like Frenchy when he cannot get his fix.”

“I don’t know. Just a bad day. I’ve been locked up in here for more than five months and I’m just so tired of it.”

It was not a lie, not really.

“I hear you, my friend. What do you need?”

“I just want to be alone.”

Xander seemed disappointed but understood the message. He let me be. After everything which had happened until that point, Will being there felt like the last nail in the coffin. I just could not handle it anymore.

Just like it was silly for Trevor to try to hide from his father, it was silly for me to try to hide from Will forever. After a few hours, I had managed to convince myself I could not avoid him indefinitely. I went to lunch normally and inevitably; I saw him there.

He looked damn good in his “prison outfit”, tank top suits certain guys and it definitely suited Will. Even in my agitated state, I could still notice that.

Thankfully, he pretended that he did not recognize me (what a relief!) and went to eat at Romano’s table.

Not a good call if you want my opinion but that was his decision and I did not intend to give him guidelines on how to act and who to hang out with in prison. Clearly, Will did not need such tips anyway since he seemed to know Romano and Bianchi already. What a trio, I thought.

I hoped that things would stay like this, that we would just avoid each other. I was starting to think that it would be the case when 48 hours later, Glenn came to see us in the gym.

I was training alongside Ralph, Xander, Pope and Daddy Ray. Trevor had joined us for the first time but he was mostly hiding in the shadow of his father, completely silent. I must admit that the father and son duo training together were quite the eye candy.

“What do you want, Glenn?” Asked Ralph, already pissed to see him.

Things ankara travesti between our group and Glenn had been tense since the Big Pepe’s incident and Glenn’s new allegiance to Romano’s crew.

“Nothing. Do you own the gym now?” Glenn replied, pretending not to be scared. I could see it was just an act though, his hands were slightly trembling.

“Kinda.” Ralph walked towards him until he was only a few inches from the ginger boy’s face. Things could degenerate in a second.

“Cool off, guys.” Tried Xander.

“I just wanted to see how you all were doing.” Glenn said, moving away from Ralph and putting his arm around my shoulder, as if he was friendly.

“Don’t touch me!” I shouted, trying to take a step back but he held me firmly, pretending to hug me.

At that point, the weirdest thing happened. This was neither an embrace nor a fight but our hands touched and I understood that Glenn was trying to give me something. A small piece of paper. Instinctively, I took it.

It all went down very fast. Ralph and Pope had jumped on Glenn who was forced to release me from his grip and was seemingly about to be beaten up.

“Guys, guys! That’s ok!” I yelled.

“What were you trying to do here?” Ralph was holding Glenn’s neck who was semi suffocating.

“I… I….”

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, INMATES?” Foster had just stepped into the room. Ralph released Glenn instantly, fuming. He had just trained and his biceps looked even bigger than they usually did.

“He attacked us!” Said Pope.

“He did, he came at Tyler for no reason!” Confirmed Xander.

I just nodded yes, feeling stupid, not being able to defend myself.

“Glenn what are you doing here, don’t you hang out in the library now?” Foster asked calmly. He knew that Ralph and Xander were not the type of inmates to start fights without a cause.

“Yeah… I wanted to use the machines for once…”

“Just go.” Settled Foster with a sigh.

Glenn did not say another word and simply left the room. He had performed his task: I was holding on to the piece of paper he had given me for dear life, my heart racing. I knew it was the sole reason Glenn had put himself at risk, he had been sent by someone (Romano or Bianchi?) to hand me this. I thought that it would be smarter to keep this from the others who slowly went back to training, still commenting on the event.

“Fucking fag.” Ray commented, sort of ironically given what I was aware of regarding his relationship to Glenn.

Only when I knew no one could see me, I opened the paper. A few words were scrambled on it, barely readable:

“00:00 at the library. The guard will let your cell unlocked. W.”

I was doomed.

Fucking W!

Despite the fact that I would probably be walking towards my death or to some kinds of abuse (sexual, maybe?), there was no way I could not go. It was not an invitation. It was an order. No way either I could talk about this to Ralph or Xander, it would put them at risk unnecessarily and I had no wish to tell them about my relationship with Will.

As soon as I read it, I knew that I would be getting out of my cell at midnight. The decision was made.

I felt weirdly calm about it. I guessed that I was relieved in way, this thing with Will would be solved that night, one way or another. Of course, I was scared but I was also ready. Maybe I had become braver than I thought.

Falcon was the one locking our cells that evening. Not surprising that he was the one guard involved in this bullshit. He did what he was asked to do, when it was time, he did not close ours. Xander, Ralph and Fernando did not notice and Trevor was too new to all of that to think anything of it.

Trevor’s attitude had changed a bit since our argument, if we can call it that, in the communal showers.

Sometimes, it almost looked like he was scared of me but who could blame him? The evidence against me were piling on: Falcon had implied that I would molest him; I had accused Trevor of face-fucking another inmate before going back on my words without the beginning of an explanation; And I had scolded him in front of a dozen of inmates in the communal showers.

I am not proud to admit it, but a part of me was satisfied with Trevor being afraid of me. For once, the tables were reversed and better to be feared than to be disrespected in that environment.

I would have to remind myself that when confronting Will.

Since Glenn gave me the paper, I figured that Romano, Bianchi and maybe others would be there. Did they plan to gang up on me, or just to gangbang me? What did Will say to them?

Maybe I would be treated just like Big Pepe was and surely, I deserved that… I did jizz on the Latino’s face and although I tried to convince myself otherwise, I had been aroused by it. Probably Karma that it would happen back to me. What goes around always comes back around.

Midnight came and Fernando was snoring loudly in our cell. Ralph had nutted a few minutes before — again, I had witnessed the whole show – and I knew that he usually ankara travestileri fell asleep right after his orgasm. Xander seemed asleep. Trevor though, still sleeping on a mattress on the floor, was moving a lot.

It was hard enough to sleep during your first nights in prison but having Fernando snoring and farting a few inches from your face could only make things worse.

When I got out of the bed, I first pretended to go peeing behind our curtain. It would help me tell if everyone was sound asleep. I needed to pee anyway; I was very nervous at this point. Could they really kill me? How would I defend myself?

Trevor looked at me while I was going back to my bed, I thought there was no need to pretend anymore. I squatted down to be at his level, he moved back. He really thought I was about to do something to him? Jesus! I was a gangsta.

“Please… I’ll tell my father if you…” He mumbled.

I rolled my eyes.

“I won’t touch you. I have to go now. You don’t say a word to anyone. Clear?” I whispered.

He nodded yes.

In the off chance that I would make it out of this meeting in the library alive, I had to make sure that my secret encounter with Will would remain hidden.

I left my cell and walked alone in the night. One inmate in district 1 was screaming at the top of his lungs, others were yelling at him to shut up. He was an addict and they had some troubles getting the drugs in the prison in the last few days.

Obviously, I was not consuming myself but you notice this kind of things when all the meth-heads start to break down one by one.

I walked to the library. This part of the prison was very quiet. Peaceful, even. I realized that I was bare foot. Should I have put some shoes on?

My mind was blank as I entered. Most of the lights were off but someone was definitely there, going through the books on one of the shelves. Will. He turned around when he heard me, his face semi hidden in the darkness.

“You came.” He said in a soft voice.

“I thought I had to.”

“Everyone has the choice. Always.”

I looked around. No one else was there. At least, from what I could see.

“You’re right. But I chose to come here anyway. You’re alone?”

“Why? Disappointed?”

“No… I just thought you might want some back up.”

“Back up?” He chuckled. His face was still looking so juvenile but I knew too damn well he was not innocent. “You think I want to beat you up or something?”

I did consider that option. But I could not say that.

“I have no idea what you want. I saw you hanging up with Romano, with Glenn. He’s the one who gave me the paper to come here, I just thought they could be there.”

He walked towards me. I could not move. I could not show him that I was afraid. And what the hell? We had dated for almost an entire year. Not once I had been scared of him back then. But now, maybe I was. Everything was different.

“They have no idea why I wanted to see you, Romano just did me a favour. He owed me. I’ve been helping him for many years. I asked him if he could arrange for me to see you privately and Bianchi sent one of his bitches to give you the memo. Romano dealt something with one of the guards. Quick and easy.”

“So, they don’t know?”

“That we’ve been fucking?”

“That you’re the reason why I’m here.”

Will’s smile turned into a grin.

“I thought we had established that we were all responsible for our own choices. If I recall correctly, you were the one teaching me that back then, during our sessions.”

It was true. Taking responsibility for our actions was always a big hit of mine when I was a therapist. But easier to say it to others than to apply it for oneself.

“What do you want, Will? What are you doing here?”

He came even closer to me; I did not flinch. Just like me, he was only wearing his white tank top and pyjama pants. I noted his smell. Manly. Sexual. I tried to stay focus.

“What I’m doing in this prison, Ty? Well, I could say that you are one of the main reasons that I’m here. It was not very nice of you to put all the blame on me during your trial.”

My stomach hurt but I had a newfound bravery guiding me, it was stronger than my fear, I wanted to have this talk.

“It was not very smart either. I still ended up in here. I should not have listened to my lawyer.”

“Again, putting the blame on others.”

I sighed.

“Again, what do you want?”

“To talk to you. I did not know you would be there. I… When I saw you, I thought I was hallucinating. You look so different too.”

“I guess prison does that to you.”

I looked at him, for the first time taking the time to appreciate his features.

“It was pretty crazy for me too, seeing you here.” I spoke.

“You have gained muscles.” He noticed and touched my upper arm. I felt it again, the electricity.

“You have not.” I replied, mocking him. He smiled back at me. He felt my arm a bit more. We were so fucking close.

“I was too busy trying to go back in the right path travesti ankara to go to the gym.” He explained. “But see! I still found a way to get myself back in here.”

“How long are you in for?”

“Three years.” He was no longer smiling.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too.” He looked at me intensely, we were only a few inches from each other. “Really.”

He was not there to kill me or to hurt me then. Did he really only want to talk? To apologize?

“You should be careful of Romano.” I said after a few seconds of silence.

“I know the specimen. I know not to cross him. I’m more worried about his boys.”

“Glenn is a fucking moron.” I stated.

He laughed.

“Who? The Ginger guy? I’m not concerned about that one! I was thinking about the Asian one, Kim.”

“Kim does not do much, just following his master around.”

“He does not look ok, and that is scary. You have to be scared of the ones who have nothing to lose, Ty.”

Again, he was right.

“When did you become so wise?”

“I’ve seen a very good therapist a few years ago.”

I busted out laughing. It was absurd, but true.

“We should be more careful.” I spoke. “Some people know that you were planning to see me, they could have followed you.”

“I trust no one will be bothering us. They’ll just think we’re fucking.”

“What?!”

“I mean, that’s the normal assumption, no? I asked them to get you for myself tonight.”

“Nobody… well almost nobody knows that I’m… I’m gay here.” I whispered.

“Nobody is gay here, Ty. You think someone would actually come out of the closet in this hell? The ginger guy is gayer than James Charles but he is not gay in here. He’s just a guy who takes dick in his ass and his mouth. There’s a difference.”

There it was again; you could fuck with another guy as long as you repeated “no homo” a sufficient number of times. Ridiculous.

“Anyway, I’d like for things to stay this way while I’m finishing up my sentence.” I explained. “I’m hoping I’m halfway through, I will submit my request for early release next week. If it works, I would have less than five months to go.”

“Lucky guy…”

“You think I deserved more time?”

“No… Of course, not.” He said, seriously.

Things were a little more relaxed now. We went to sit on one of the tables, there was a couch nearby, but the table felt somehow more natural.

“You’re not mad at me? For the trial?” I asked him.

“No. Not anymore. I was at first but you were just saying your truth about your deep love for me.” He pinched my nipple, smirking at me.

“Oh my God… For the record, I was just saying what my lawyer advised me to say.”

“So, you did not love me?”

“Will! What’s the point of this now?”

“Just making conversation… And you. Are you still mad at me? For getting you in this mess?”

“No. Not anymore. I’m only mad at myself. You were my patient and I… I just let my impulses got the best of me.”

“I think I got the best of you.”

He winked at me. He could not help to be in a seductive mode, that was part of his charm but also his deadliest weapon.

“Maybe…”

“Did you get some in the prison?”

I knew what he meant but I pretended to be naïve.

“Some what?”

“Dicks.”

At least, now, that was clear. I smiled.

“Some… yes. You could say that.”

“You, cheeky fucker, I’m not surprised.”

“But I’m trying to change now. To not make the same mistakes all over again.”

He stood up from the table.

“Am I including in this? Mistakes?”

“Well… Yes! Because I met you, I lost my licence to practice, I got locked up in here, my fiancé broke up with me… You were a hot mistake, don’t get me wrong, but a mistake nonetheless.”

“As long as you think I’m hot, maybe it was worth it.” He said with his sexy smile.

“Shut up.” I pinched his nipple this time.

“And when do you think you will implement these changes. I mean, do you have a little more space for one last mistake?”

He took off his tank top. I had teased him about his muscles but in reality, he was still fit as hell. He had grown his chest hair a bit, with his tattoos, he looked a bit older. In one word, he looked stunning.

“What are you doing, Will? Was it why you wanted me to come?”

I got up from the table too but I did not walk away.

“No… I wanted to see you… And I did. But now… I mean. What if I just wanted to fuck you?”

Hearing him saying this woke up something in me. I had to resist throwing myself at him. But why was I resisting? Who was I still faithful to at this point?

“Will…”

He grabbed my face.

“You can say no. You can go back to your cell. We can never speak of it again.”

“Ok…”

His mouth was so close to mine.

“But you can stay. You can kiss me.”

I should not have, probably, but I kissed him. He let me. His mouth tasted delicious. I felt his tongue on mine. It became more and more sensual; he was already shirtless and I put both of my hands on his muscular back. He was sweating and I liked it. I was scratching him, just a bit.

“Will…” I mumbled.

“I did miss you, Doctor Braxton. Since the first day, I’ve wanted to fuck you. And now, I still want to. So bad.”

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White Sucks Black, Black Fucks White (Senior Ditch Day) Part 2

If stories about dominant black men turning straight white men and their families into cocksucking sex slaves offend you, then try reading some other story. If you are looking for loving relationships between men, try the gay romance section; this story isn’t it. If you don’t like bisexuality, father-son incest, lots of facial cum or the occasional golden shower, this is not the story for you. If degrading sex and over-the-top racial stereotypes offend you, stop reading now. All characters are over 18. This is all pure fantasy, none of this is real; do not attempt this at home. And of course, in real life, always practice safe sex (or better yet, maybe just jerk off to these stories and nobody gets hurt.) All High School students are 18-year old Seniors.

White Sucks Black (Senior Ditch 2)

(in Chapter 1 I was ditching school at home and got the shock of my life seeing my dad sucking Coach Jefferson’s big black cock, and then gang-banged by the Coach’s two sons.)

And then, shit, more sounds for a kitchen! I’d been so wrapped up looking at all the photos of my parents being fucked that I had lost track of time, plus like a real idiot, I was still in my dad’s study completely naked with my clothes on the other side of the house in my room.

This time I recognized the voice of my mom and another woman, who I thought might be her sister Jayne (a college professor) and at least two Black men, maybe more. Fortunately they did not linger in the kitchen, but went upstairs to my parent’s bedroom. I followed the trail of voices, not really with the intent of seeing what they were doing, but with getting back to my room before I got caught elsewhere in the house and had to explain why I was naked. Why on earth I thought that would be more difficult than mom explaining why she was home at lunch with several Black men, I had no idea.

To get to my room, however, I would have to cross the hallway where I could potentially be seen if the door to my parent’s bedroom at the end of the hallway was open. As I got to the top of the stairs, and judging by the obvious sounds of fucking coming from mom’s room, the door was obviously wide open. Since mom was obviously not expecting me to be home, apparently no one felt the need to close the door. Once again, I resorted to my sneaky-peek maneuver.

The door was in fact wide open and I got a real eye-full. Mom and her sister were in a naked 69 eating each other’s pussy while both were getting ruthlessly fucked by Black men, while a third was taking video. Since none of them were looking, I quickly tip-toed across the hallway, led by my raging boner, into my room. Once inside, I gathered up my clothes, but I could plainly hear the two women moaning as they were being vigorously fucked. I figured that as long as I could hear them having sex, there was no need to put on my clothes.

From the sound of it, these Black guys were giving mom and Aunt Jayne no mercy as they fucked both of them where my mom and dad slept. At one point I thought the bed was going to break. My mom and her sister were moaning like a couple of sluts in a porn movie, so it didn’t sound like either of them was unwilling. Every so often their moans were choked off by gagging sounds, as I assumed the Black guys would pull out of whichever white woman they were fucking and shove their cock in her sister’s mouth. I could catch parts of what the Black men were saying, and it appears to have been a cascade of racial and obscene sexual abuse.

The moans from my mom and her sister grew ever louder until I thought the neighbors might hear. The Black men were obviously fucking the living daylights out of both the married white women. My mom and her sister had always been very close, but I suspect they never imagined they would be getting fucked side-by-side, their attractive naked white bodies penetrated by huge black cocks. I then heard animalistic grunts. I knew enough to know that both my mom and her sister were getting pumped full of cum, whether in their pussy, ass or mouth I couldn’t say.

All of a sudden I heard footsteps and voices coming down the hall toward my room. “So, how did you enjoy fucking your persecutor’s wife in her husband’s bed?”

“Not half as much as I’m going to enjoy fucking him in the ass,” said a Black man that I presume my dad, a district attorney, had sent to the slammer.

“Don’t worry. We can arrange that. He’s our slave now, just like this cunt here.”

I couldn’t believe they were referring to my dad as a slave and my mother as a cunt, but I didn’t have time to think about it as they came closer. I rolled under my bed in the nick of time, with almost no room to spare. I was still naked, lying on my stomach with my hard cock pressed against the floor, when I nearly had the wind knocked out of me as one of the black feet I could see apparently shoved a white woman into my bed, and jumped in behind her.

“Now, it’s really hot to istanbul travesti fuck a married white bitch in her own bed, but I also like to be sure to fuck them in their kids’ beds too.”

That answered the question of who was about to be fucked in my bed. My mom!

“See, this is obviously her son’s room. You can tell because it’s a pig sty, with clothes strewn all over.”

I hoped like hell that my mom wouldn’t realize that the clothes on the floor were the same ones I’d worn when I pretended to go to school that morning.

“Now, every time this white cunt comes in this room to wake up her son for school she will never be able to forget that she was fucked right here, in her son’s bed. In fact, she’s gonna get fucked in her ass right in her son’s bad, ain’t that right you white slut!”

I heard my mom squeal in fear.

“No, white bitch. It’s going up your ass, and quit whining about it. It’s not the first time, you whore.”

It soon became apparent that the Black man was shoving his cock into my mom’s ass, but she kept moaning.

“One of you guys shut this bitch up for me, would you?” I saw feet moving to the head of my bed, and then my mom’s whines were replaced by gagging noises.

“That’s right. Fuck that bitch’s brains out, while I fuck her ass. Make her put that PhD to good use sucking your cock.”

From under the bed I saw as my aunt was shoved to her knees, behind the one Black man still standing, facing away from Aunt Jayne.

“That’s good. Make that white slut eat your ass while I fuck her sister’s ass.”

With each thrust of the Black man’s cock into my mom’s ass, I could feel the weight of my mattress pressing down on my ass, which pushed my cock against the floor. The result that as he was ass-fucking my mom, he was making me fuck the cold tile floor.

“Man, you sure splooged this bitch’s face good. She’s dripping jizz all over her kid’s pillow. Boy is he going to be in for a surprise. When was the last time you came? Probably didn’t get to do that much in prison, right?”

“Actually I came in some white guy’s mouth only a couple hours ago. I just cum a lot. And actually, prison wasn’t so bad. I fucked so many white guys I can’t count that high, other prisoners, and guards, and even my lawyer. In fact that’s who I fucked last, to thank him for getting my sentence reduced.”

“So, how many white guys did you rape in prison?” asked the Black guy who had his dick in my mom’s mouth.

“None,” said the Black ex-convict. “Didn’t have to.”

“How, so?”

“Well, all the white guys had heard stories about white men being raped by Black guys in prison. They just assumed that I was going to rape them, and most of them assumed that I could have raped them if I wanted to, which I could. Every last one of them gave up without putting up a fight. I’d just have to make eye contact with a white guy, and you could see the fear in his eyes, and he’d drop to his knees and suck so fast it would make your head spin. The whole time I was there, white guys were dropping like flies to suck our black dicks. I’m sure every white dude in the joint took it up the ass.”

“The guards didn’t stop it?”

“Naw, they didn’t give a shit. The Black guards didn’t give a damn how many white prisoners got fucked, and the white guards were too busy sucking the Black guards’ dicks, when they weren’t sucking ours.”

“The white guards sucked your dick? Get out.”

“Strange but true. The white guards didn’t have to suck, but they did anyway. Once they’d been turned by a Black guard, they couldn’t get enough black dick.”

“That’s bullshit!”

“I shit you not.”

“What was even better was when the wives of white prisoners came for a conjugal visit. Often the guards would let Black prisoners go with the white prisoners, and naturally the black prisoners would fuck the white guys’ wives instead of the white guy. The wives’ were always shocked by the idea, but I never saw one resist. Married white women will go down on their knees to suck black cock almost as fast as white guys, just like these two sluts here. Ah, this bitch’s tongue sure feels good in my ass.”

As my mom was being fucked at both ends, only a few inches above me, it was all I could do not to shoot my load on the floor. All I could see of Aunt Jayne was her knees and ankles, but imagining her naked and eating the Black ex-convict’s asshole, was strangely exciting, but imagining my loving mom being spitroasted right in my own bed was unbearable, especially as they repeatedly called my mother names like, bitch, slut, cunt, and whore.

“I used to like to make white guys suck my cock in front of their wives, then after I fucked their wives, I’d make them clean off my cock, and then fuck them in the ass while they ate my cum out of their wife’s cunt. I can’t tell you how many of those white wives told me they wanted me to fuck them again as soon as I got out. I’ve got dozens of addresses of white women wanting me to fuck them again.”

“Man, istanbul travestileri you’re making me want to get arrested too.”

“Yeah, it’s not so bad. Three meals a day, a warm place to sleep, hot showers, plenty of time at the gym, and plenty of white assholes to fuck. What’s not to like? I probably got my rocks off six or seven times a day, usually in a white guy’s mouth, but at least a couple of assholes a day. The guards also made sure that every Black guy had at least one white cellmate who we could fuck any time we wanted, and they would rotate the white guys so we wouldn’t get bored fucking the same one all the time.”

“Well, gotta admit, we’ve come a long way from when we’d get lynched just looking as a white woman,” commented the Black guy fucking my mom’s ass.

“Yeah, fucking white men feels pretty good, but I did miss all the white women I was fucking. I was put in jail on false charges.”

“I thought you were convicted of raping a white woman, a married one?”

“See, now that’s complete bullshit. I did break into her house, and I did fuck her and her daughter, but I didn’t rape either one of them. They were both moaning like cheap whores when the bitch’s husband came home. I fucked him too, right in front of his wife and daughter. I admit that I didn’t ask his opinion before I stuffed my cock in his mouth, but he made absolutely no attempt to resist. I think his wife just got pissed because I fucked her husband in the ass instead of her. She didn’t even call the cops until hours later.”

“So how did you get convicted?”

“Well this bitch’s husband (presumably my dad the prosecutor) stacked the jury with white men and black women, so it looked like it was diverse, but most of the white men have seen or know their wives are being fucked by black men, and the black bitches are all pissed that we’re fucking white women instead of them.”

“Man, that sucks.”

“No, he’s going to suck, when I get a hold of him.” I flashed back to seeing my dad with black cock in his mouth only a few hours earlier. To my shame, as I heard my mom moaning in orgasm around the cock in her mouth as another one was unloading in her ass, I shot my load onto the floor. In fact my cum spurted so far that I was concerned that if Aunt Jayne didn’t have her face buried on the Black man’s ass, she might see the puddle of my semen under the bed.

“So what’s the story with this bitch with her head up my ass?”

“Jizz-face Jayne? She’s a college professor. Gave a bad grade to a star football player, Black naturally, so he and a bunch of other of his teammates found and fucked her son and threatened to post it on the internet unless she agreed to give him a passing grade, and let him fuck her for his trouble, and his friends too. Actually they posted the gang bang of her son on the internet anyway, but that’s beside the point. The football player, and every Black player on the team threw a bukkake party…”

“A what? I don’t speak Japanese.”

“Bukkake? What, you been in prison or something? Bukkake is when a large group of guys all shoot their cum on a slut’s face. Supposedly a Japanese village punishment for an unfaithful wife.”

“See, I thought it was Japanese. We’d do that to any new white guy in the prison, strip him naked and all the Black prisoners would jack on his face, so that he knew his place. We didn’t have a fancy Jap word for it. We just gave the white guy a cum bath. We’d make him wear the cum on his face for hours, just to humiliate the motherfucker.”

“Actually, lots of white guys fantasize about taking a load of Black man’s cum on their face, especially married white guys for some reason.”

“You’re shitting me. That’s gross.”

“No, that’s just white. Typical white man behavior. You’ll see, now that you are out of the joint. A lot’s changed in the last few years. White guys be wanting to suck your dick left and right, and most of them want you to cum on their face. Me, I like to make them beg for it first, and they all do. Martin Luther King would shit if he could see thousands, maybe hundreds of thousands of white men of all ages kneeling naked to suck as many black cocks as they can. It’s a disgrace to the white race, but they’ve finally found their place.”

“I guess being white really sucks now, right?”

“More like, whites suck now. All of them. You’d be surprised how many whites feel guilty about slavery and their white privilege and feel they should atone for it by sucking our cocks and letting us fuck them.”

“Let us fuck them, my ass. I’ve been fucking any white bitch I wanted for a long time. Now it looks like I can fuck any white guy I want too.”

“That’s pretty much the case. Anyway, back to Jizz-junkie Jayne. She does suck ass pretty good doesn’t she? Putting that doctoral degree to good use, right slut?”

“Mmmmrpggrk,” was all Aunt Jayne said as she continued to lick the Black ex-con’s asshole.

“Any way, all the Black guys on the football team showed travesti istanbul up at her house one day and gave Jizz-face Jayne a bukakke party right in front of her family. Then they fucked her whole family. After they’d fucked her husband, son and daughter (18 of course,) they started working their way through the rest of her family. They gang-banged her parents and then her in-laws, and that’s how this bitch I’m fucking now got roped in.”

“Holy shit,” I thought. If what they said was true, and I had no reason to doubt it, then the Blacks on the college football team had all fucked my grandparents too. That was hard to imagine, although grandma was pretty hot for someone in her 60’s. Christ, what was I thinking?”

“Now Jayne is a sex-slave for the Black fraternity on campus, and any Black student fucks her pretty much whenever they feel like it. Now her sister is a sex slave too, as are both their husbands, and it won’t belong before we enslave this cunt’s kids too.” (That would be me and my college co-ed sister.)

“Hey, now that this bitch with her tongue up my shitter has got my dick hard again, mind if I tap that ass you’re fucking?”

“Not at all, you’re our guest today. You can fuck any hole in these white bitches you want.”

I could make out in the reflection of my computer screen that the guy fucking my mom’s ass pulled out, walked around to my mom’s head (which still had a cock stuffed in her mouth) and kind of shove the other Black guy out of the way. “But first, clean your ass off my cock you white whore.”

I heard my mother moan as the ex-convict shoved his huge black cock into her ass, and then heard her gag as the cock fresh from her ass plunged into her mouth.

“That’s right, white bitch. Taste your ass on my dick. Swallow your white pride like all white cunts should.”

“I’ve got an idea,” said the third Black. Let’s get these sluts back into a 69 and make them eat each other’s cunts while they get fucked in the ass. Make each of them taste their sister’s ass on your cocks.”

“Sounds like a great idea. Get it on your phone so we can send the video to their cocksucking husbands and they can see their wives doing ass-to-mouth.”

With two women and two men on my bed, I started to feel like I was going to get crushed under the bed. I was definitely pinned, and getting bounced pretty hard as the two Black men vigorously ass-fucked my mom and her sister, stopping only periodically to pull out and stuff their slimey cocks into the other woman’s mouth, before shoving it back in a white ass.

“Well, this is definitely better than prison.”

“So, does it feel good to fuck the ass of the wife of the guy who sent you there?”

“Yeah that does feel good. But it’s going to suck having to get a job. At least in prison there was unlimited white ass to fuck.”

“Gee, how long you been in, man? Things have changed. Black men only need to work if they want to.”

“How’s that?”

“Just seduce and fuck some married white slut, and then move in with her as long as you want. If her husband doesn’t like it, then you can just throw his ass out or fuck his ass too. Eat their food, drink their booze, drive their car, empty their ATM. If you threaten to fuck their son and daughter, the husband will usually comply with whatever you want to do. Once you have pictures of hubby with cock in his mouth, he will do anything. Then just fuck the whole family anyway until you are bored with them. Then just find another white family and enslave them too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, lot’s of Black brothers are doing it now. That’s the real reason Black unemployment numbers are so high. We’re too busy fucking all the white people to have time for a job.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“No. It’s called reparations. White people owe us for all the shit they’ve done to us. Instead of paying us money, they’re just paying us with their asses.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“Nowadays it’s a piece of cake to fuck white people. Just start a conversation with any white person, and ask them if they believe Black lives matter. A lot of them don’t believe it, but they will never admit it to a Black person. Then ask them if they feel guilty for their white privilege. Most of them won’t know what to say, so then ask them if they are racist. They will all deny it. Then tell them to prove it. They’ll ask how. That’s your cue to whip out your dick. Tell them to prove they are not racist by sucking your dick. You’ll be amazed at how many white people will fall for that. If they hesitate, just give them a little shove to their knees, put your cock right in their face, and every last one of them will submit to sucking your dick.

“Damn. I know it was easy fucking white guys in prison. Didn’t know it had become so easy on the outside too.”

“Yeah, doesn’t matter, male or female. Deep down in side, all white people know that they are guilty of committing heinous crimes against Black people. They know they need to atone for their ancestors enslaving our ancestors. They know that it is only fair that white people should be slaves to Black people. That’s how god intended it.”

“So, should I cum in this bitch’s ass or her mouth, or her sister’s mouth?”

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My name is Bob Hadley. Let me begin by saying that I am a happily married 35-year-old straight man. I do however spend time on the Literotica website reading some of the stories that pique my interest. One day, on a whim, I decided to read a story by silkstockingslover entitled “Cocksucker”, about a straight married man seduced into sucking cock by a young, good-looking stranger at the airport. I thought it would be amusing. To my surprise, I got so aroused by the first scene and found it so erotic I couldn’t get it out of my mind. Keep in mind that sucking cock was never anything I ever contemplated. I found myself thinking about it so much, I started looking for sites displaying huge cocks trying to find one that fit the description in the story. After much search, I found a young guy with an incredibly hot cock. I have downloaded many of his pics and videos. I started to masturbate to them while at the same time reading “Cocksucker”. My wife has no idea that I fantasize about being seduced into sucking cock. When we have sex, I’m thinking about dick most of the time. I thought at the time that this craving for cock was simply that, a fantasy. But that was about to change.

As for my profession, I am a high school English teacher. If I had any fantasies before this, it was imagining fucking some hot, young chick or watching two hot lesbians go at it. Of course, that was normal. But my fantasy about sucking cock started dominating my thoughts. One day, on my free period, I was working at my desk and decided to bring up “Cocksucker” on my computer and began rubbing myself. Another teacher popped in to say hello and said he’d see me in the faculty room. Without thinking to turn it off I, I left the room to get a drink and then went to the faculty room to chat. When I returned, students where changing classes and as I entered my classroom and saw a student looking at my computer. He saw me and hustled back to his seat. Did he see what I was reading? I would soon find out.

The young man was one of the most popular boys in school. Eighteen-year-old Tom Allen was an athlete and had movie star looks with penetrating blue eyes and jet-black hair. All the girls wanted to be with him, and he knew it. He had his share and was dating the Homecoming queen. istanbul travesti He sat in the first seat, last row. All the desks in the room had a flap on the right side that went to the back of each chair that could be lifted into place for more workspace and then lifted to the upright position for testing. The flaps are normally down so that anyone on his right could not see his lap. As class proceeded, I noticed him looking differently at me. I didn’t understand at first but was about to find out why. I gave the class the last twenty minutes to work on the homework assignment while I sat at my desk.

The “Cocksucker” story was still open as the screensaver disappeared. I couldn’t help thinking Tom had seen it. As I looked up, his eyes met mine and he gave me a wry, almost seductive smile. As I gazed down, I saw his hand on his crotch. He was slowly rubbing himself as he kept his eyes on me. I couldn’t believe what I saw. His cock must have been at least twice as big as mine. I could see the outline through his sweatpants. He knew I was watching and got more daring since no one could see the show except for me. His cock was so big the shiny red head was sticking out of his waistband. I was now hard myself and tried to get myself together. But I was drawn to the show, and he seemed to get bolder. He asked me to come over to check on his work. I was nervous and had a hard on that I tried to control, to no avail.

As I approached his desk, my tablet covering the bulge in my pants, I leaned over and saw that he had written “I saw what you were reading. Is this what you want?” He then stretched his sweats open to give me a peak. It was incredible. The head was so shiny. It was so big and thick. I should have walked away but I couldn’t move. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. It was the cock I imagined sucking. At that moment, he took my hand and led it to his mouthwatering head. But I couldn’t. Not there. Not then. But I knew and he knew it was that beautiful cock that I wanted so badly. He was in control, and I was conflicted.

I finally reluctantly broke away as the bell rang with my hand so close to the prize. It had me and I wanted it. It was the last period of the day and students began to file out, except for Tom. He told me istanbul travestileri he needed help with a something big. I knew what that meant. I had to make a choice. Do I jeopardize my marriage and position for my fantasy of sucking cock or do I tell him to leave? Before I could decide, he had already locked us in, pulled down the shade on the door and approached me seated at my desk. As he drew closer, I could see that big, shiny, red head peeking out of the top of his sweats as his hand massaged his massive pole.

“Let me ask you again, is this what you want?” he said as he slowly pulled down his sweats and revealed the most incredible cock. It had to be at least ten inches, perfectly circumcised and thick. His balls were so perfect and completely shaved. This was my fantasy staring me in the face…literally! My mouth began to water. I couldn’t speak. My heart was pounding. My dick was so hard. Before I could answer, he told me to touch it. He was now sitting on the edge of my desk with me in my chair inches from his magnificent pole. At that moment I didn’t care about my job or my wife. I didn’t care that we were in my classroom. That just made it more exciting. The only thing on my mind was what was staring me in the face, and he knew he had me. I reached out and held another cock for the first time. I was mesmerized. It was so hard and hot. He then told me to slowly stroke it.

“Yes, just like that.”

I couldn’t believe how much I’d wanted this, and I stroked it while cupping his cum filled balls. The head was now bright red and so shiny. I was in a dream. I continued for some time as he moaned with pleasure.

“You are so good.” he said. “Now you know what you want to do, don’t you? This your first time, isn’t it?”

“How did you know?” I asked.

“I can tell. I have seduced a few older straight men with my cock and turned them into what they always wanted–a straight cocksucker. When you have a cock like mine, you can tempt anyone. All I have to do is get it hard and make sure my prey can see how big it is through my cloths and they are hooked. They follow me and the next thing you know, they are on their knees. And I love it when it is my prey’s first time. It gets me so hard and hot. You know you want travesti istanbul it. How can you resist. You may never get another one like this again and it’s crying out for you. So, what do you want to do?”

I looked into his piercing blue eyes as I kept stroking it. “You read the story on my computer; you know the answer.”

The next thing I knew, the bulbous head of his cock was on my lips.

“Kiss it,” he said.

I did as he asked. It felt so hot. I then dropped down and began by kissing his balls, slowly kissing and licking my way up to that incredible head that had pre-cum seeping out, which I licked clean. His cock was so hot and hard, and my mouth was more than willing. I could feel his hand on the back of my head as I took it in. I could feel the head pulsing as I gently sucked and slowly bobbed up and down while massaging his balls and stroking his long, hot shaft. I took in as much as I could. I couldn’t believe how much I loved it. He was breathing heavily now, and I knew he was about to cum. Then came the stiffening. He shuddered and his load shot to the back of my throat. It was so warm, and I took it all. He stayed hard as I kept sucking and stroking for I don’t know how long until he came again. The stamina of youth. I didn’t want to stop. I even came in my pants I was so aroused!

I didn’t want my first encounter to end, but the late bell did that for me. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this. An eighteen-year-old student had turned me into a straight cocksucker in a situation that was so dangerous for me that made it even more exciting. As he was leaving, he told me he wanted to keep in touch, so to speak, and we did. I spent the last month of the school year secretly meeting him and pleasuring his cock. I couldn’t get enough.

He has since graduated and gone off to college, but we continued to meet secretly, and I worshipped his cock several more times: while hiking, at his parents’ cottage, at my home, anywhere we could. He was willing to give, and I was willing to take. He seduced me and I became his willing cocksucker. When he called, I did everything to get to him. I deceived my wife but without guilt since I was so hot for his massive member. I came to him and he came for me. He is gone now, and he was right about his cock when he said, “You may never get another one like this again.” We stay in touch and if he ever comes this way again……

Ever since that first encounter, sex with my wife has been amazing. She often asks, “What has gotten into you?” I’ll never tell!

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This story is basically true. I changed a couple things to protect the anonymity of myself and others, otherwise it happened as told.

If you have read any of my other stories you would know that I consider myself bisexual. I have had many experiences with both sexes. Back around 1998 I was recently divorced. Before my divorce I had a couple experiences with men. I knew I liked cock and had been both a top and a bottom but I still did not look at men with any sense of like, ” wow That’s a good looking guy I’d like to go to bed with!” It was mostly about cock. I had also had a couple women who after sexual intercourse began sucking me and stuck a dildo in my ass. I look back and think that’s when I began desiring cock.

I travel for business sometimes and find myself in Massachusetts for business and combined it with visiting family. I did the obligatory business by day and family by night until the last night. I told my family I needed to rest before hitting the road in the morning. In fact I went to visit a strip club a few towns over that had beautiful girls all nude.

I should mention that my business had done a couple of charity events with an NFL team and when I walked in I recognized a defensive tackle from the team. The club was a good forty miles from the team and where most of the players lived so they would slip down there incognito for fun. In 98 you didn’t see a lot of them without uniforms and helmet and they had more privacy. I walked up to him and told him where I recognized him from the charity event and he invited me to sit down for a drink. We began small talk when out came a beautiful light skinned African American girl. We both ogled her. He put a few bills in her g string gave me a ten spot to do the same. As I got closer we recognized each other. I got back to the table and told him, I knew her, I went to school with her. He asked me to introduce him when she got off the stage

All through school Lynette and I had been friends. I tried to date her a couple times and she told me she preferred me as a friend who she could talk to with anything. I got the hint eventually and realized she tended to go for the bad boys. The other problem was I was only 5’7″ average looking. Lynnie was almost 5’11” with a beautiful figure, breasts around 36 C long legs right to her ass and an ass to die for.

Anyway she finished on stage and came to sit and talk. I introduced her to my new friend figuring that was what she was interested in She did another set and came back. I was only drinking coke while they were getting buzzed. John was paying for everything. I got up to go to bathroom and when I came back she was gone. I asked where did she went and John replied that she was done for the night and getting ready to leave. I said oh ok cool.

He said, “Dude We are going to a hotel!”

I replied, “Good for you”.

He said, “No you don’t understand she’s going with both of us!”

I was speechless. I was going to fuck the girl of my dreams! We hopped in his truck and drove istanbul travesti down the road. She went in and got the room. We drove around back and entered the room. I was nervous wondering what I had to offer. They began taking their clothes off so I did as well. Lynette was beautiful but I think it was the first time I looked at a man and thought he was beautiful. This man was a Nubian prince at 6′ 4″ about 300 lbs. rock solid with a dick that hung down about 9 inches soft. I was waiting for someone to make the first move when he went for his wallet and pulled out three hundred dollars for her. Payment for the night I figured but she slipped into the bathroom and when she came out she was fully dressed headed for the door telling me good bye and to have fun!”

For the second time that night I was speechless not quite figuring it out when he walked up to me and began kissing me pushing his tongue deep down my throat like he was fucking my mouth with it. He pulled my hand to his cock and I began stroking it as he assaulted my ass cheeks with his hands. He then pushed me downward. I know what he wanted and I wanted the same thing, to suck his big beautiful black cock. I could barely get my hands around his monster nevermind take any degree of it in my mouth but I gave it my best. He grabbed my head and began fucking my mouth getting half of it in while I gagged and slobbered. After about ten minutes of this he pulled me back up sucked my nipples and began invading my ass with his fingers. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven when he suddenly stopped and stepped back. I didn’t know what was next he just stared smiling and told me he was going to make love to me and mark me as his.

With that he picked me up off my feet and gently placed me on the bed. His body felt heavy but nice on top of me. He kissed his way down from my mouth to my nipples to my stomach then took my much smaller cock in his mouth. I was getting so close to cumming watching this big beautiful adonis with his now erect 11.5 uncut cock bobbing around as he sucked me. Next thing I knew he flipped me over and started eating my ass. It also almost brought me to climax. I was dripping precum like a leaky faucet. I knew what he wanted next. He wanted to fuck me. His tongue was so thick and long it felt like I was already being fucked. I could have been satisfied with just that when he announced his intentions to make love to me and fuck me all night long. I got very nervous.

I telling him I didn’t think I could take that monster inside me. I had a previous encounter with a well hung black guy at a bathouse in Providence only to shriek in pain just at his first couple inches. After three attempts he gave up and walked away. So this was truly my first experience with an even bigger black man. John though was being truly gentle and loving as he laid on top of my back when he said, “Listen baby I really want you but I don’t want to hurt you and I think you want this too”, I just nodded affirmatively. Then he said, “I’m going istanbul travestileri to be honest with you, there’s no way it’s not going to hurt, at first, but I promise you it will eventually feel good and you’ll want more” I knew in my head everything he had already said was true and I told myself I may never have a chance like this again so I told him to continue.

He started with generous lube and one then two, then three fingers fucking my ass. This was a big man, I ve had cocks smaller then his three fingers but eventually it was feeling nice. He pulled his fingers out and brought his cock head to my hole. He began to push in gently and slowly but I cried out in pain telling him I wanted it but didn’t think I could physically take it.

He told me not to give up that he’d try something else let’s try something else. He sat on the bed and beckoned me telling me to sit on his cock. He left me in control.

We slathered more lube on his cock and more in my hole. I slowly began to lower myself on his cock, inch by inch. I managed to get about the first six or seven inches in and began to ride up and down as he encouraged me and told me how nice it felt. After about ten minutes he said he wanted me to trust him and that he was going to take control. As I was digesting what he said I nodded and said yes but wasn’t sure what I agreed to. He told me to place my legs forward and wrap them best I could around his torso as he held me up with his muscular arms so I didn’t slide him deeper inside me hurting me.

Once we were in position he nodded and I nodded back As I finished nodding he stuffed my shirt in my mouth and using his strong arms slammed me down on to the entire rest of his cock, all eleven and a half inches. I knew what the shirt was for, so the people in the next room could not here me scream in pain! I lowered my head to his chest spit out the shirt, tears rolling down my face asking why he did that? I reminded him he promised not to hurt me. While I was in he slowly hugged me and kissed me and suddenly I realized the pain was lessening and thought if it was up to me I would have never taken it all.

He let me sit there and started kissing me deeply. After a bit it hurt less, still sore but not painful. As he kissed me, sucked my ears and tweaked my nipples he began little thrusts up and down without me realizing it. Suddenly he pulled out further and thrust up. I noticed I was leaking precum and he was starting to hit my prostate. It felt so fucking good. I started to smile and matched his rhythm up and down. He laughed a big belly laugh and said he knew it would eventually feel good. I was in the throes of passion when he lifted me off the bed, stood up with his cock still inside me him standing with my legs wrapped around him as far as I could go.

I thought, I’ll never top again, this is divine. My cock was limp and constantly dripping precum as he began to lift me up coming almost all the way out of me and slamming me back down his entire magnificent travesti istanbul cock hitting my prostate over and over. Seemingly without warning I shot a big load against his chest. He reached down as he continued to fuck me and kissed me.

I said out loud, “oh my god this is so fucking good I never want your cock to leave me!” He laughed and told me that he knew it would be worth it, telling me my ass was made for fucking.

After awhile he laid me on the end of the bed and fucked me missionary for what seemed like forever. I came two more times, each time squeezing his big beautiful black cock inside me as my prostate fired of orgasms.

I almost slipped out I love you it felt so good but instead screamed, “I love your cock!” I could see him tensing, grinding his teeth trying not to cum, when finally I heard a deep gutteral moan as he began to cum what seemed like gallons deep inside me, three, four, five, six spasms fired deep as he collapsed on the bed with me. He stayed hard and stayed inside me. I looked up at the clock and realized he had been fucking me for almost two hours. When he finally pulled out his cum began pouring out of me. He laid down beside me and I reached down and gently licked and cleaned his cock.

I was amazed that he was still hard. He asked me to suck him telling me he needed to cum again.

I was so stunned I just reached down and sucked the first few inches as I jacked him off. After about ten fifteen minutes he stiffened and shot a huge load in my mouth. I tried to swallow it all but couldn’t. With my mouth still full of his cum he kissed me. I rested for a bit then told him I needed to get back to the strip club to get my car and get back to my hotel. We dressed so he could take me back. I could barely walk and almost passed out. We got back to my car and he told me he wanted to be sure I was ok and he would follow me to my hotel. The other hotel was in Lynette’s name. We got to my hotel and we got to my door.

He reached down to kiss me and thank me and I mumbled that I wanted one for the road! He chuckled and asked if I was sure I could take more? I was damn well going to try, who knew when I’d get this chance again. We went inside. He took me to the bathroom and gently showered and cleaned me. Then he took me to bed, pulled the covers back, laid me down and began spooning me. This time it was slow and gentle not rushed as he kissed and stroked my body. I came a couple more times, vaguely remember him cumming inside me again, then passed out asleep. I woke in the morning with him still asleep and his cock inside me. I gently began to rock back and forth. He began getting hard and awoke and fucked me slowly. It was glorious as we came within seconds of each other.

Alas it was time to dress and go. He had to help me walk to my car as my ass was very sore and I walked funny for a couple days. At work I told people I hurt my back.

We got together a few more times over the next year or two but eventually he got traded to another team across the country. I do occasionally top with cute twinks smaller than me but John taught me my true nature as a bottom. I realized I would be submissive with men and that I derived great pleasure from pleasing my top and taking whatever they have for me like a good submissive bottom!

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The next day he was off so he came by at nine in the morning, I had just gotten up and was making coffee. He came in same clothes as before, the long pants the button up shirt, the boots, there was something so sexy about his look. The black boots the black long pants, and the long sleeved black shirt, he came into the kitchen and pulled me in for a kiss.

“Norm I have not brushed yet, let me go brush before you kiss me.”

He looked at me, then pulled me in, his lips on my own, his tongue invaded my mouth.

“Dam Bill you have bad breath, go brush please before I have to arrest you for assault and battery with a lethal tongue.”

I leaned in and kissed him once more, he pulled back making a face, I went to go brush he followed me into the bedroom.

“What are we doing today Bill?”

“Not really sure, what do you want to do?”

“Can we just stay in and not plan anything? Just be us two talking swimming and you know.”

“You know? What exactly does that mean Mister?”

“Come on Bill you know could we do what we did yesterday.”

I walked up to him and pulled him in for a kiss.

“Better breath now? And it is sex you want my good man, and yes I love having sex with you. Why are you still fully clothed? You come to mine you get naked or down to your underwear.”

“Yes Sir, any other rules that I need to adhere to Sir?”

“Yes just a few, as many kisses and touching as you can possibly handle.”

“These are rules that I can follow.”

He did a slow strip tease for me, his shirt first, even still he was self conscious of his body, then his trousers, the socks and then the underwear. He came up to me and pulled me in for a kiss. The man was incredible, his kisses so tender, full of meaning. I knew already I had deep feelings for this man, I so wanted him in my life, and in my bed each and every night.

Norm told his Mom istanbul travesti he would spend the night with me tonight, if that was okay with me. I kissed him then told him he was welcome any night of the week. We held hands and went to the pool, I grabbed a coffee and got one for him as well. We sat and drank our coffee and decided on what to do today, he had some errands he needed to run for his Mom.

I wanted to get something for dinner, and I needed beer as well, we would get dressed after breakfast and go do the things we had to get done. Norm wanted me to meet his Mom, not as his boyfriend but as his friend. I would be okay with him telling her I was his boyfriend if he wanted to do that, but he was not quite ready to say he was gay out loud just yet. He was afterall a cop and he was not ready to be openly gay about being a gay cop with a boyfriend.

Somehow even thinking he had a boyfriend made him smile, just the thought that he had a boyfriend alone, made him happy.

“So Bill do you think you and I could be you know? Boyfriends one day?”

He laid there on me on my lounger, he turned his head as he asked me, I could tell he was nervous to get my reply, fear of rejection. I had him turn around and face me, I looked him in the eyes and kissed him first.

“Norman Baxter I would be the happiest man on earth to be your boyfriend, You are one of the greatest guys I have ever met.”

The tears came to Norman and he could not control it, his head on my chest, he cried tears of joy for the fact that he could have an actual boyfriend if he asked me.

“So Bill would you be my boyfriend?”

“Yes of course I would love too.”

He and I kissed then took this to my bedroom, I had him lay back legs dangling over the edge of the bed. I took his huge cock in my mouth and savored it, I licked it like a lollypop, sucking out istanbul travestileri all the precum he could produce. I licked his balls then I lifted his legs and placed my tongue on his button.

Norman took in a deep breath, then a loud moan, my tongue went to town on his butt hole. Norman had my comforter squished in his hands, his cock pooled out precum as I rimmed his perfect sphincter. I grabbed his cock and gently stroked it while I rimmed his hole.

His entire body tensed up, his muscles all retracted as his cock shot him in the face, in his hair, on his chest then into his navel. I let go of his cock, then I let his legs down, the expression on his face was amazement. He would have never thought he could gain pleasure from a man licking his hole.

He laid there he was spent, his cock dribbled out more of his precious seed, that I quickly lapped up, licking him clean. Norman laced his fingers behind his head letting his boyfriend clean him up, he smiled like he had won the lottery.

We went for a short swim then a shower, I again took his cock in my mouth and drained him of yet another load. He did the same to me, we washed each other, toweled each other off and got dressed. He of course wore his button up shirt and long pants. I was in shorts and a tank top. I really wished one day he would try to wear what I had on.

We got the groceries and wine for his Mom, beer for Norm and I, he asked me to come in to meet his Mom. He was nervous and shy at first, his Mom and I hit it off right away, we sat in the kitchen and talked. She was an amazing lady that we would have over for dinner one night real soon, I suggested she come over tonight. She was all for coming over, much better than sitting home alone.

We got in Norm’s SUV and headed to my place, Norm gave her the tour while I got drinks for us to enjoy poolside. We travesti istanbul all laid back in loungers, I asked Norm to go in and put on a pair of my shorts and a tank or tee shirt.

He reluctantly did as I asked, he came out he looked so much better, and yes some of the scars showed, but his Mom and I had seen them before. His Mom talked to me while Norm was changing, she asked me to please not hurt her Son, he had been through enough. I told her I had very deep feelings for her Son already, I was falling in love with him actually.

Norm walked in as I was saying the love part, he of course turned beet red, he came and sat on my lounger with me.

“Mom Bill and I are not just friends, Bill is my boyfriend.”

“Norman Bailey Baxter, you think I don’t know you, of course I knew he was your boyfriend, I have not seen you smile so much in so many years. Bill is exactly what you have needed for so many years now. How did you two meet exactly?”

“Funny story Mom, I actually arrested Bill for armed robbery.”

“And No I did not commit that crime, your Son only wanted to detain me for personal reasons.”

We all laughed, Norman looked at me then leaned in and kissed me. I was surprised he did this in front of his Mom, but his Mom was smiling as she watched her Son kissing the person he liked. She knew it was way overdue and something her Son needed very much in his life. We had dinner then we sat and had a wine/beer on the patio. His Mom loved my backyard, like a vacation that you don’t have to go miles for.

We all had drank to much so I suggested his Mom stay in my spare bedroom. She was all good with it, not sure Norman was on board but not like he could drive her home and a cab or Uber was out of the question he did not trust his Mom alone in either.

Trying to have sex with Norman and him not making noise was impossible, the man was a screamer, he liked it known that he had just cum. He and I a sixty nine and even with my cock in his mouth he let out a wail when his cock shot me full. He and I snuggled in close to each other, he was amazing to sleep with, he held me all night, I am sure I had never slept so good in my entire lifetime.

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