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Lamas had been a farmer all his life, and he produced more grain than anyone in the region. He had this innate ability to time the planting of his grain to after the spring rain storms. Some planted too early and the storms washed away their seeds or exposed them to crows; others planted too late as a precaution, and then suffered from the cold autumn stormwinds. Lamas knew the exact time to plant and others had begun to follow his lead. Lamas put everything into his occupation, wasting no time on merriment or family or any distractions.

One day while in the field, Lamas heard a crack of thunder. Curious, he thought to himself, there were no signs of approaching storms. He looked around and he saw a lone figure standing in the middle of his field. The figure wore tight black trousers and a wide leather harness across his chest. Sliver cuffs adorned his upper arms and his wrists. He held a jagged spear in one hand. Lamas couldn’t believe the masculine beauty of the man – the figure was a tall man, medium-build, with flowing black hair cascading just past his shoulders. The man walked toward Lamas, who simply stood there not knowing if it was fear or awe that riveted him to the spot.

“Hello, Lamas, do you know who I am?”

“No, Sir, regretfully, I do not.”

“That is quite alright. You have outwitted me for many, many years.”

“Really, Lord? If I have wronged you, then please, accept my sincerest apologies,” answered Lamas, and he started to collapse to his knees respectfully.

The man’s large hand grabbed Lamas and pushed him erect. Lamas felt a bolt of energy rush through his body from the man’s touch.

“Lamas, I am Aerric, god of storms and thunder.”

Once again, Lamas tried to fall to his knees. Again, Aerric prevented the act.

“Oh, my Lord! Have I offended thee?”

“No, Lamas, I am impressed. You have bested me. I bow to you,” replied Aerric and bowed to Lamas with a flourish. “May we go inside and talk?”

Lamas led the man to his small cottage at the edge of his field, turning around every few steps to make sure this was all real. Lamas believed in the gods and presented his offering without fail, but he never had truly believed that they could or would appear in flesh and blood before him. The storm god watched and smiled at the frightened man he followed.

Lamas stumbled into the cottage and immediately rushed to provide some refreshment to the god. Aerric entered the dark cottage and looked around it. It was well-kept and clean, but very sparse in furniture. Belek travesti He sat down at a small table which creaked and swayed as he rested his muscular arms on it.

“Please, Lord, share with me some fresh wine. By the grace of Uri, the vineyard was very productive.” He placed a glass and a jug of wine in front of the god.

“Uri’s grace? Mmmm, okay,” muttered Aerric sarcastically, pouring himself a glass.

“I should be doing that, Master,” Lamas pleaded, reaching for the jug. Aerric pushed his hand away.

“Nonsense! It is within my power to pour my own wine. It is a favorite hobby of mine,” replied Aerric, giving Lamas a wide grin. Lamas sat back and lowered his head. “Look at me,” said Aerric, after gulping down the glass and then refilling it. “Let me see your handsome face.” He reached out and caressed Lamas’ chin.

Lamas looked up and just couldn’t believe the magnificent god sitting across from him. The room seemed to glow from his presence. Aerric poured some wine into another glass and pushed it toward Lamas.

“A toast to a wonderful mortal! Drink up,” shouted Aerric, lifting his glass and consuming it quickly.

Lamas raised his glass and drank, his eyes still on the beautiful god.

“How do you do it?” inquired Aerric after several glasses. “How do you best me every year?”

“Lord?”

“Every year, your crops beat the storms. You never sacrifice a crop to me in the yearly storms. You know the perfect time to plant and your harvests are great. Do you pray to Uri, god of the harvest, with feverish ecstasy?”

“It is a skill I have developed, my Lord. Many depend on my harvest. I give much to orphans, widows, and the hungry. As you can see, I don’t do it for riches,” he answered, motioning around the room. “I have no one to share wealth with nor anyone who shares my burdens.” Lamas frowned. “I pray to all the gods. Celestino. Uri. You. All of the Catenarin. Do you not hear my prayers, Lord?”

Aerric took a gulp of wine and paused. He ran a finger across the surface of the table and was expressionless. He surveyed the room and looked back at Lamas.

“Oh yes, I do,” he answered with a wide grin, more animated than a second ago. “Of course, they are my favorite. I savor their sincerity and humility.” He ran a hand through his long hair. “But you are so lonely.”

“I am, Lord.”

“And that saddens me, Lamas.”

Lamas hung his head.

“Have you never found love, Lamas?”

“I have found much love from those I help. They give Kemer travesti me love in abundance, but I’ve never experienced a physical love, my Lord. I have never lain with another.”

Aerric stood up. He walked around the table to Lamas.

“Stand up, Lamas,” he commanded.

Lamas stood up and the storm god pulled him to him. He bent down and placed his lips on Lamas, giving him a deep passionate kiss. His tongue pushed into Lamas’ mouth. Lamas could taste the electrical tinge and strong flavor of the storm god. Then Aerric pulled away.

“May I lie with you, Lamas?” asked Aerric, sliding a hand down Lamas’ strong muscled chest.

Lamas reached out and grabbed Aerric’s sinewy arms. His hands ran across the silver metal cuff and to the broad shoulders. His hand caressed up to silky dark hair of the god.

“Yes, Lord.”

Aerric twirled Lamas around to the bed. He pulled the farmer’s tunic over his head and pushed him down upon the bed. He pushed his own trousers to the floor, Lamas gasped at the well-endowed god. Lamas reached up and grabbed the god’s leather harness, pulling him toward the bed.

Aerric fell on top of the mortal and reached for his arms. He pushed Lamas’ arms to the head of bed. He tossed his long hair back, and then gave the man another deep kiss. Lamas groaned against the passionate kiss. He could feel the studded leather and hairy chest rubbing against his own smooth tanned torso. Aerric pulled away from Lamas’ lips and trailed down his neck to the warm smooth chest. The god’s tongue swirled across each nipple, suckling and tenderly biting at each hard tip. Lamas writhed beneath the muscled hairy god. He couldn’t believe the ecstatic joy within him, the charged intense rush coursing through his body. His mortal cock, slick with streams of precum slipping across the god’s tight hips, seemed to grow with every touch given to him.

Aerric sat up and reached for the cock oozing against him. He encircled it with his hand and pumped it, stopping as Lamas’ breathing grew more rapid. Lamas groaned as he edged his orgasm. He wanted to shoot a load across Aerric’s leather harness, but not yet.

Aerric rubbed the head of the mortal’s cock into palm of his own hand, and then rubbed it onto his own engorged cock.

“Will you give yourself to me, Lamas. Sacrifice yourself to me. Promise yourself to me,” he asked of the human.

“Yes, my Master,” Lamas answered. “I am yours. Take me, Lord.”

Aerric pushed the mortal’s legs back and moved his cock toward Travesti his asshole. The slick fat cock pushed against the tight hole. Lamas screamed in elation as the god sank into him. Lamas radiated in a state of glorious rapture as the god took his virgin hole. Aerric paused for a minute before pumping his rod rapidly into Lamas.

Oh, my god,” cried Lamas, as his prostate was hit by the hard long cock in quick succession. “I need to give you this cum, my lord. Take this my gift!”

Aerric bent forward as Lamas shot his euphoric load across his harness.

“And accept mine in return, Lamas,” Aerric growled as he pumped his full load into the tight ass.

He kept pumping until the slick pungent cum frothed and ran from Lamas’ ass. Finally, he pulled out and wiped the spent foaminess off his cock onto the sheets. Aerric pushed his long hair back, and looked down at the satiated man under him. Lamas was smiling, his eyes still closed from the intensity of the act.

“Rest, Lamas,” Aerric cooed, as he softly rolled off him.

Lamas opened his eyes as Aerric was pulling on his trousers. Aerric pushed his hair back and sat down beside the mortal.

“I hope that was good for you, my dear human.”

Aerric reached out and caressed Lamas’ cheek. Then leaned in and gave him a peck on his cheek.

“Yes, my Lord, it was,” he replied still glowing, drunk from the coupling.

“I have something important to tell you,” he replied back. His hair fell forward and he combed it back with his hand. Lamas smiled up at him.

“Yes?”

“I will always watch you and I will listen eagerly to your every prayer. I will hold back my storms in order to assist in your charitable work. Those people must always be fed. I have chosen you, so never fear that the storms will ever rage against you. You have my eternal promise. Now, I must leave you, my dear lover,” Aerric said, as he stood up.

He then picked up his spear, looked once again at Lamas, and departed the cottage. Once outside, Aerric chuckled to himself knowing that everything he just said to Lamas was a lie. A complete utter lie. Everything.

As Aerric walked away, his form began to melt away and reformed as Gaio. He laughed as Gaio melted away and Joash appeared. He continued to walk as Uri, Ari, Jehioada, and Cernunnos all flashed into existence and then faded away in succession. Only one figure remained. This figure was clothed in a flowing hooded black robe. The figure stopped and pulled back the hood to reveal his head. He had a dark beauty about him. He was bald with pale skin and dark eyes. His lips were the color of blood.

“They are all fools…gods and men… against the will of Shaitan,” he whispered to himself. “This realm is mine. It has always been mine, and mine alone.”

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So, on Saturday night I was pretty exhausted from all the sex with two very exciting men. First it had been Dili, otherwise known as Professor Homo, who was the organizer of this bank holiday weekend event at his house in the country. Then I had encountered the orgasmically thrilling experience that was Ivan, with whom I had shared some robust sex play – which is another way of saying that he had done exactly what he wanted with me, which was exactly what I wanted him to do. Licking the guy’s arse and having him shoot his spunk into my mouth are just highlights of a session that had changed my life even more than the 69 with Dili and his hairy Asian body.

Everyone had gone out for the evening but Dili and me, so we sat together drinking wine and watching TV.

“So how’s it going so far?” Dili asked.

“Great,” I said. “You could tell I enjoyed the induction with you, and the afternoon was… quite something too.”

“Yes, what happened with Ivan?” Dili said with concern.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, he’s not here. Disappeared,” Dili explained.

“We had a great time,” I said. “He’s a wonderful guy. Doesn’t say much, but…”

“He said the same about you,” Dili said. “Told me how much he liked you and shook his head and left. He can speak English, actually. He’s just a bit hesitant with it.”

I was very disappointed. I had been hoping to get together with Ivan again and if he didn’t show up on Sunday I would have to ask Dili for his contact details.

“Anyway, so tomorrow you’ve got rimming with the BC’s and also the little guy, and the watersports. And the gang in the evening. Just as well Monday’s a holiday too. You’re going to need a rest.”

In bed that night, in a small but nice room up in the attic, I was sorely tempted to to have a wank, but managed to summon the common sense and willpower to save it I had to banish the dirty thoughts from my mind just to get to sleep.

I woke early and went down for breakfast, a big plate of scrambled eggs which something subconscious told me was what I needed.

At 10, Dili took me to a chalet in the grounds, where two men in overalls were working in the garden.

“Come on, guys, you’ve got an appointment,” Dili chided them, and they quickly went into the chalet. Dili and I followed and sat in the living area making small talk until two men came out of the bathroom, wearing the standard white bathrobes. The same men. Fat black men. My morning class. Dili introduced us and left.

“You want to get undressed?” Phil said to me as Üçyol travesti he and Jay eyed me up. He had an American accent.

In a way, this was the most thrilling part for me: the shedding of clothes and being naked with another naked man, or in this case two men wearing nothing under their bathrobes. By the time my socks were off, my cock was advertising my desire.

As if co-ordinated, Phil and Jay both opened their robes. Hairy chests. Big bellies. Half-erect cocks below.

“This is rimming, right?” said Phil. “You going to rim some black ass today.” I smiled bashfully.

“Down here,” said Phil, pointing to the carpet in front of him. I knelt obediently.

“Touch our cocks,” Phil ordered. “You ever been skiing with black poles?” I took a black cock in each hand and wanked them a little, before Jay put his in my face. I sucked it. I sucked a black man’s cock while my left hand was holding another black man’s erect penis.

I felt like a slut, which was obviously the intention. Phil climbed onto the bed. The two of them were built like sumo wrestlers and their cocks weren’t actually huge, but you do hear that they don’t get longer, just fatter and harder as they get excited.

Phil knelt on the bed and pulled his cheeks apart.

“I want you to lick my ass,” he said, in that slightly threatening way that people do when they think you’re reluctant to perform this most taboo of acts. I left Jay’s cock swaying in the air as I mounted the bed and licked Phil’s anus. There was something about his skin,, the smooth texture and a firmness, that made it extra exciting. Was his ethnicity part of it? Was I atoning for the sins of my fathers by serving him in this way?

I don’t know. All I know is that I loved it. I licked him happily, joyfully, drawing pleasure from what was supposed to be my humiliation.

Jay was filming it on his phone – I had signed a permission for that in advance, on the condition that I could have a copy, and I was glad that I would be able to watch myself abased and primitive in this way.

After a few minutes, with Phil’s cock now rock hard and his wicked dark grey ball sack swinging, he grunted, “Okay. Now I want you to lick my friend’s black ass.”

Jay got into doggy position and passed Phil the phone. Jay’s skin was even darker than Phil’s. He knelt there like a smooth black bear. It was his arsehole that was exposed, but in his mind, and in his friend’s mind, I was the servant and they were the masters.

Before I got to Jay’s anus I licked his Alanya Travesti big black balls and felt all the way up his cock to the tip, where a film of precum told me how happy he was to be there. Then I once again committed what is widely regarded as the most shameful act in the human sexual repertoire: a white man licking a black man’s arse.

I loved it loved it loved it. I had two men’s ass smells all over my face, smeared there with my own saliva.

“You getting ganged tomorrow?” Phil said, his breath on the back of my thigh as he licked it.

“Yeah,” I said. “That’s the plan.”

“I’ll be there,” Phil said with the unspoken promise of further degradation.

After a quick shower with my two big friends, during which I licked them both as they bent over, I found my way to the big shower room in the main house. In the wet room sat a young, skinny man, drinking bottled water.

“Hi,” he said. “You must be my 11 o’clock.”

I wasn’t into younger men, but this one, who said his name was Carl, was less cocky than some.

I undressed and awaited instructions.

“Lie down,” Carl said, so I lay on my back on the non-slip floor. He stood above me, one leg either side of my hips so I was looking at his cock, his scrotum and the beginning of his arse. He adjusted his feet and his urine flowed from his tip. Into my navel, up my chest and onto my face. I think he expected me to open my mouth, but I didn’t really want to do that, not for him.

I turned over and said, “In my crack.”

Carl knelt behind me and gave me the rest of his piss as requested, tickling my anus and running down all over my balls. Just when I thought he was finished he stood up again and released a stream onto my back and then my shoulders until he was soaking my hair and squeezing out with the last drops there. Then he turned on the shower and I cleansed myself of him.

“Maxi,” he called as he opened the door. “He’s coming,” he told me as he left.

I was drying myself with a towel when the door opened again and a brown-skinned dwarf walked in. Normal head, small body and legs, big bush of pubic hair and a large cock. He stood on the wooden bench and looked at me.

“I’m Maxi,” he said. “Busy this afternoon but I’ve got half an hour now if that’s okay.” I nodded and he nodded back. “Come here.”

He was smiling and had a twinkle in his eye. I walked towards him and he said “Come on.” I walked forwards until I was right in front of him and his head was slightly above mine. He took my head in his Konyaaltı travesti hands and kissed me on the lips.

“It’s your lucky day,” Maxi said. “You’re going to suck, lick and be pissed on by a physical specimen most of your friends will never know.”

With that I became aware of a stream of hot water on my cock. Maxi kissed me and I found myself putting my arms around him. He lifted his penis and pissed up my body and then pulled us together again so our adjacent bodies squeezed his urine.

“Kneel down,” he said. I got on my knees and he finished his business aiming at my face. I opened my mouth and accepted his stream, spitting some back into his pubes.

When his flow stopped he had another idea. “Suck my midget’s mixed-race cock,” he said with a happy sigh. He was becoming hard as I obliged. He had a nice cock and I liked sucking it. He stroked my hair.

“And another thing,” he said. “You can lick my arse. You can lick a dwarf’s arse. That will be something to tell your grandchildren”.

He turned around, placed his hands against the wall and pushed his bottom out. I licked him briefly but I was uncomfortable.

“Is there a bedroom next door?’ I asked.

We dried quickly and headed through the door. Carl lay down, confident that I was going to suck him. And he was right. I took his full-size cock in my mouth and sucked it happily.

Then he lifted his legs right over his head and said, “Rim me.” I got my tongue into his crack and found an affectionate feeling creeping over me as I licked his arse.

“I think you’re enjoying that,” he said. “You can do it some more tonight. I’m looking forward to fucking you. Sorry this is a bit rushed but Dili kind of sprang it on me and I’ve got stuff to do.”

With that, he headed in for quick shower and left.

I got myself decent and went into the kitchen, where Dili was making a sandwich.

“Everything okay?” he asked casually. He made me a sandwich too and we sat and talked.

“So is it what you expected?” Dili asked.

“I’m enjoying it,” I said. “Just a bit confused about the cast of characters. I thought gay sex was all about slim guys and physical perfection.”

“That’s the general truth,” Dili said. “But real life is full of unexpected things. I want you to be a credit to the Academy of Professor Homo. From tomorrow onwards you can have all the pretty boys and muscle hunks you like. But you will also be aware that men of all shapes, sizes and colours are worthy of your attention too. So you’re not going to be high and mighty. You’ve 69ed with and been buggered by an Indian guy, you’ve done fuck knows what with a middle-aged Latvian slob, you’ve licked a black guy’s arse – three in fact, and one of them was a dwarf. That makes you a pretty rounded character. And after tonight, well…”

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of incest or incest content.

*

My son Greg and I struggled to get on. He had come out a few months ago and I just couldn’t relate to him. I worked in construction and liked cars, women and sports. He preferred reading, watching cooking shows on tv and long walks. His coming out just made me feel even more distant from him.

Greg decided to take a year off before going to university, so I got him an internship where I worked. He hated it from day one, and he wasn’t great at the job either. He couldn’t do any of the physical building tasks, and he was hopeless when they moved him to a role finishing off the work. But my supervisors took pity and let him stay on and to his credit he struggled through, finally settling into office work.

One afternoon one of the younger guys working on welding went missing when I needed him. I found him in the break room. “Hey Dave,” he said as he poured a coffee. “How’s things?”

“Yeah fine, Ben. Where were you earlier?”

Dave grinned at me. “I had something to do.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. “You can’t just disappear.”

“Oh man,” he said. “I can’t really say.”

I got annoyed now. “I’m afraid I have to insist,” I told him. “We we’re struggling earlier.”

“Ok listen,” he said. “But you can’t tell any of the other managers.”

“What is it?” I asked, now really curious.

“One of the girls from the office is giving blow jobs in the basement, down where we’re storing a lot of the timber and dry cement. I was down there.”

I was really shocked to hear this. “She’s done it more than once?” I asked.

“Yeah man, for a couple weeks now. Almost daily. After 4pm, when the office girls leave. She’s there. I know three other guys plus me who have gone. Today was my second time. She’s fucking amazing!”

“Who is it?” I asked, now getting more than a bit turned on.

“No one knows,” Ben said. “We all have our guesses.”

“What do you mean no one knows?” I asked. “Do you switch the lights off or something?”

“No. She’s built the wood up and there’s a hole. A glory hole. Go get your dick wet!” he laughed.

“Uh no. I’m married, plus I’m management Ben.” He looked alarmed as I said that.

“Please don’t shut this down man. You’ll get every guy hating you. It’s harmless fun.”

I thought about this and agreed to keep quiet. But I was turned by the thought.

The next day I was in the office at leaving time for the girls. The main office closed at 4pm and we had a smaller crew doing urgent work from 4-6pm only. I looked around trying to work out which girl it might be. Lara Travesti There were five in the main office team, plus my son. ‘Hmm, I wonder if Greg knows?’ I thought, then remembered that even if he did I could never ask him.

Just then a thought hit me so hard I tought someone kicked me in the back. Greg. What if it was him? It couldn’t be. Could it? The guys would know surely. Or would they through that hole?

I tried to put the thought out of my head but I couldn’t. It made too much sense. I knew that he had been cruising in the local men’s room in the park, I caught him one day by chance. He also stopped getting a ride home after work with one of the girls who lived near us and started driving himself. He’d just disappear at the end of the day. But I’d still see his car sometimes when I was leaving at 6. When I asked him one day he said he was going to a friend’s house nearby.

The next afternoon I headed downstairs to see if I could spot the culprit. I was still hoping it wasn’t Greg, but I fully expected it. At about ten past four I heard steps on the stairs. I slid out of sight behind a stack of warped wood. Then I saw, it really was my son. I watched him with a mixture of shock and curiosity as he took the plank with the hole and secured it in place, then went behind a pile of dry concrete bags into the little room he built for himself.

I sat against the wall. My son was doing this. And the guys I worked with, straight, some of them really homophobic, were getting their dicks sucked by him, thinking he was a girl from the office.

I heard someone on the steps then, and I moved back into the shadows to stay out of sight. It was Dariusz, one of a few Polish workers who came over as apprentices on the project. He was one of the more homophobic guys, though certainly not the worst, but he was a womanizer. I could see why, he had a really nice body – tall, slim and toned, with a handsome face and a good head of jet black hair which he always brushed back with gel.

I watched him glance around the room and approach the hole. From my position I could only see Dariusz from behind but I could tell he was unbuttoning his jeans and then guiding his cock into the hole. I could physically see his body relax and I knew my son was now sucking him. Dariusz moaned softly and put his hands on top of the wood barrier in front of him. His hips were pressed against the boards, and then they started to move. I watched his hamstrings and ass muscles moving through the fabric of his jeans as he fucked the mouth on the other side of the hole.

My son, I thought. I’m watching Dariusz get a blow job from my son. I Manavgat travesti let that sink in, appalled at what I was seeing yet somewhat fascinated, like looking at a car crash as you drive past. A few more thrusts and I heard Dariusz catch his breath and stifle a groan as he unloaded in my son’s mouth. I watched him put his cock away, lean down and say “Thanks baby,” into the hole and then head back upstairs.

It wasn’t long before I saw Greg climb back out from behind his space and sneak back upstairs. I waited a bit to make sure he was truly gone before making my own way out.

The next week I was asked to collect some items from downstairs. I had been avoiding it so I didn’t accidentally bump my son. But it was first thing in the morning, before most guys got in, and I figured I was safe. I had actually left Greg at home because I had to run errands before work, which is why I got in so early. I made my way through the area with the glory hole and gathered what I needed. On the way back I saw the hole through the corner of my eye. I was curious how my son made all this happen and I set down what I was carrying and moved closer to see if I could figure out how this hole and hiding space was constructed. It was then that I saw a finger at the hole.

‘Holy shit. He’s actually fucking in there!’ I thought, panicked.

I took a step back, worried that he could see me, but then I realised no. The way the hole was constructed and where I was standing meant that he could only really see my boots. Anyway, if he saw it was his dad he’d be freaking out, not waving his finger at me.

I stepped closer again and that’s when I saw my son’s tongue through the hole. He then pushed his mouth up against it, wide open, begging to be filled. A wave of guilt passed over me – I *actually* was feeling horny at the sight of a hungry mouth begging to suck some cock.

‘It’s natural to feel like this,’ I told myself. ‘Especially since it had be so fucking long since I got a blow job.’

It had been years since I got my dick sucked properly actually, because my wife really hated doing it. Now my son was begging to do what his mother wouldn’t for me. I stepped closer again and the mouth at the hole moved again, making a sucking motion. I could now feel myself starting to get hard in my jeans now.

‘What the fuck is going on?’ I thought. ‘That’s your son, get the hell out of here,’ I told myself. There were more fingers in the hole, then the tongue and mouth again.

‘Shit, he really fucking wants it.’ I thought. ‘And so do you’ my sub-conscious told me. I thought back to Ben, and how he told me how good it was. Side travesti I also thought about how much Dariusz enjoyed it. My subconscious kept talking to me: ‘You’re waaaay overdue for a blow job, man. Literally no one knows you’re down here right now. Not your wife. Not even Greg. He thinks you’re coming in later.’ The thoughts were swirling in my head right now. ‘You really need some head. Look at that mouth, offering a free blow job.’

I was so confused. I was annoyed with my son for doing what he was doing, and even more annoyed with myself for being so turned on by it. I looked around, it wasn’t even the official start of the day. Everywhere was empty and I was alone on this part of the site. The hungry mouth beckoned and my cock was rock hard for it.

On autopilot, I slowly stepped closer to the hole, undoing the buttons of my jeans and pulling my cock through the hole in my boxers and out of my jeans. I had to, in order to relieve the pressure. I was solid and dripping precum now, watching my son’s mouth make its inviting sucking motions. I stepped forward, and held my cock in my hand. I was in front of the hole, stroking now. The mouth was pressed against the hole, wide open. I forgot where I was for a moment and pushed the head of my cock toward the hungry mouth. It brushed against the lips and I let it hover there, the feeling of my son’s warm breath on my cock. How did I get this far?

I felt my son’s tongue meet the tip of my cock and lick some precum from the tip. Waves of pleasure pulsed through me and I forgot where I was. I gave in and pushed my hips forward, sliding my cock into the open mouth on the other side of the glory hole. My son had no idea this was his own disapproving dad’s cock sliding into his mouth, over his tongue and filling his mouth, and he started to give me an expert blowjob – it was the best fucking bj I’d ever had in my life. I loved my son’s tongue swirling around my cock and sucking me like he was worshipping it. He throated me and I gave into the pleasure, letting my son do his best work for me. Soon I was pushing my cock into his hungry sucking mouth, fucking his face through the hole like I’d watched Dariusz do.

I tried to hold back as long as I could, but Greg was so fucking good I found myself getting close after only a few minutes. Another wave of guilt passed over me, and I thought I should pull out and finish in my hand. But my son was so good at sucking my dick, and I as pushed deep into his throat, that did it. My balls tensed and I couldn’t control it. I starting to cum, pumping my huge load down his throat, which my son dutifully swallowed without missing a single drop. Every bit of the same seed that had made him.

I slid out of his mouth and he licked my dick clean. I packed it away and got out quickly, so I didn’t get caught and he couldn’t see it was me. I really could see why that hole was so popular now. And I knew I’d be back tomorrow.

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As I continued to pump into Diana, barely thinking of anything else, a new feeling came suddenly; the familiar sensation of fingers running down my back. I started to turn, but Diana cupped my face and held my eyes on her, while her legs kept me firmly locked onto her body.

The new pair of hands softly caressed my back, running the length of it downwards and grabbing my ass cheeks, they started to softly and expertly knead them. At the same time, I felt hot breath on the back of my neck, hot breath of desire. I continued fucking Diana, who took my thrusts into her with renewed fervor, a smile of pleasure and ecstasy on her face, as I felt the newcomer’s lips on my skin, the kisses getting lower and lower until finally, I felt their hands parting my ass cheeks and a hot, wet tongue probing my exposed asshole.

I bucked, trying to understand what was going on, but Diana once more held me in place. “No,” she said. “Let him go on. You’ll like it, I guarantee it!”

Him?! What was she talking about?! That was a guy behind me, his hands all over my body, his tongue in my ass?! I tried to move, to pull out, my eyes wide with surprise and shock. I couldn’t think, I had to stop!

Both him and Diana continued to hold me there. Diana thrust her pelvis harder against me, my cock buried to the hilt in her wet pussy with every thrust. The newcomer continued to lick my ass, my hole really wet now from his hot tongue. “Relax, Darren,” Diana purred, “relax and trust me. David’s going to make you feel as good as you’re making me feel right now!”

I couldn’t think anymore; I was so confused, and at the same time I was lost in Diana’s pussy, nothing existed beyond that and I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to. David let go of my ass and I was surprised to feel a sort of desolation there, after his tender attentions. Wait, Osmanbey travesti what was I thinking?! Was I enjoying this?

His hands returned on my ass cheeks and gently parted them once more. Only this time, I felt something else, probing my hole, pushing against it. My God, it was his cock! He was pressing his cock against my asshole! He wanted to fuck me, just as I was fucking Diana!

“No,” I tried to say. No, I don’t do that, I don’t like that! was what I wanted to blurt out, but I couldn’t. Diana’s face was ecstatic as I grimaced against the pain in my asshole and the humiliation I felt as David pushed into me for the first time.

“You look so beautiful,” Diana said to me, as her breathing was getting harder by the second, and I tried to relax against the pain. David’s hands caressed my back gently as he entered me inch by painful inch.

My only response was to fuck Diana harder, harder and harder until she was screaming under me, while David’s cock filled my asshole.

Diana let out a final scream and a breath, and smiled up at me, through the tangle of sweaty hair on her face. “Now it’s your turn,” she said mischievously and kissed me. She pulled out slowly and slid out from under me; suddenly I became very aware that I was on the bed on all fours with a cock all the way into my ass. Before I could think of anything else, David started pumping into me, like I had fucked Diana just a few minutes before. I moaned loudly, not knowing if what I was feeling was pain or pleasure. But it couldn’t be pleasure, could it? I liked girls, I never thought of guys that way, I never wanted to have sex with a guy!

But David thrust into me, and thrust by thrust slid in and out more and more easily, and I found myself instinctively pushing back against him, hearing his balls slap against Ayrancı travesti my ass cheeks and satisfied with his grunts of pleasure. I couldn’t believe this!

Diana climbed down from the bed and settled on an armchair facing us. She spread her legs and started running her hands over her dripping pussy, smiling all the time. “You both look so hot!” she breathed as she started fingering her cunt. “Fuck him hard, David, you can see he likes it! Give him what he wants!”

And it was true. I did like it. I loved it, in fact, and I couldn’t believe that was me. I imagined myself on all fours, David (who I didn’t even know what he looked like) pumping into me, taking my virginity. I moaned so loudly now that I was sure that the whole party had stopped and was standing outside Diana’s room. And that somehow got me even hornier! What was happening to me? Who was this exhibitionist cock slut getting fucked on this bed, ’cause it sure as hell wasn’t me! Or was it?

I couldn’t take it anymore, I grabbed my own hard cock, still wet from Diana’s cunt juice and jerked like a maniac, moaning with ecstasy at each of David’s thrusts. I finally came screaming, almost in unison with Diana who came for a second time with three fingers in her pussy. I spurted all over her sheets and my hand as David fucked me harder and harder, his breathing becoming more rugged with every thrust. Finally, I felt him tense, he gripped my ass cheeks hard and started shooting his hot cum in my hole! It was the sexiest feeling I’d ever experienced, his hot cum filling my asshole, his hands gripping me tight, his cries and hard breathing as he gave in to his orgasm. As we collapsed on Diana’s bed together, I only knew that I wanted to have that again. And again. And again.

David kissed the back of my neck as we lay there, spent. Diana Cebeci travesti slid next to us and gave me a deep, wet kiss. “That was perfect,” she said. “You were perfect.”

“So were you,” I replied, out of breath. “How did you know?”

“There are things a girl just sees,” she smiled. “But I thought it was better to show you than tell you”.

I turned around under David, wanting to face my hot mystery lover. I saw a guy around my age, with a cute, masculine face. His hair was bleached blond, and he had beautiful brown eyes. His body was slim and smooth, and he was one of the fittest guys I’d ever seen.

“Wow,” I breathed without even thinking about it.

“Hi, you,” David smiled at me. “That really was perfect, Darren.”

“It really, really was,” I replied, and put my arms around him. Smiling, he leaned down and kissed my lips repeatedly before his tongue slid through my lips and met mine. He tasted so good, salty and manly, and… oh perfect!

We made out for a few moments like that, when Diana stood up and started getting dressed, smiling. “There’s still a party going on downstairs, and they probably miss me,” she said. “And I think you boys have a lot to talk about,” she winked at us before going out the door.

We smiled at each other and continued making out, as we felt our cocks grind together, getting hard once more.

Most of my male friends couldn’t handle it when me and David announced we were dating, and they drifted away from me. It hurt, but it didn’t matter, because David was –

and is- really supportive. I’m so happy with him I can’t believe I was missing out all these years. And I still have my other circle of friends; Diana and the girls still invite me over, and we still talk about boys. Only now, I have a lot more to offer to the conversation, having my own boyfriend back home!

Diana’s my best friend now, and what we have is beyond sex. She opened me up to a whole new world, brought out a side of me I never knew was there, and she made me happy. I only hope I can make her as happy as her friend, because isn’t that what friends do?

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I walk into the apartment of a stranger I’ve met on Craigslist, a bit apprehensively, ready to bail at the first scent of trouble. He seems nice, though, a slimly muscular Asian man in his late 30s with a welcoming smile. We talked via emails about me sucking his cock if it feels right.

If we were chicks, this would be the part where we’d share and bond and slowly establish mutual connection and intimacy leading, over the course of months, to a monogamous relationship, complete with a forest green Subaru and a buttload of cats. But, we’re guys, so: a minute or so of cautious conversation, checking for signs of weirdness, a remark about how he likes my “sexy green eyes”, my reply about him being handsome — then he gets to the point. His fingers brush my forearm, gently trailing down to my wrist, tentatively asking with his touch and his eyes if I’m feeling it too.

I smile back and touch his kneecap, then slowly slide my hand up his inner thigh and under the bottom of his shorts. I’m touching the bikini briefs encasing his crotch, feeling him already growing hard. He leans in and whispers “mmmm” in my ear while his fingers unbuckle the belt holding up my shorts. His eyes widen a fraction when my shorts fall to my ankles and he sees I’m going commando, no underwear barring access to my own stiffening cock.

The next minute goes by in a blur, wordlessly tugging each others clothes off, stepping out of our shorts bunched around our ankles, and then we’re naked except for his black bikini underwear covering his swollen prick. I murmur for him to kiss the back of my neck and he does so, giving me an electric jolt of pleasure as his soft lips press against the sensitive skin and his teeth gently nibble. He replaces his lips with his hand, gently pressing down on the back of my neck, trying to guide it down to his cockhead. I resist, not sure if I really want to go through with this after all.

“Please,” he whispers in my ear. “Suck it. Suck my cock. It’s so hard for you. Be a good girl and bend down and take it. Do you want to be a good girl for your man?”

My cock stiffens more at being called a girl, and I yield to the pressure of his hand on my neck and bend down while pulling his underwear free from his cock. I smell his musky scent on his straight black public hair, and his stiff dick grows larger in my vision until it is almost all I can see, a dusky colored helmet of flesh that touches my lips. He rubs precum on my lips and presses on my neck harder, and I open up for him.

He groans as my tongue licks the tip of his cockhead and then my lips wrap around it, tasting the salt and a tinge of copper. He slides in a bit, my tongue licking and sucking at the velvet rubbery hardness invading my mouth while I tug his underwear the rest of the way Çankaya travesti down his legs, feeling the hard slim muscles of his thighs while letting him push on my head to get his prick a bit deeper inside my mouth, taking more of the shaft.

He kicks the underwear free. I caress the inside of his hard muscular thighs with one hand, the tiny fine hairs tickling my fingers, and cup his balls with my other hand and gently knead them. He responds to this provocation by thrusting his hips, pushing further inside, slowly fucking my face, the musky scent of his crotch filling my nostrils. “Mmmm, take it, that’s a gooood girl, mmmm, that’s right, let me mouth fuck you” he murmurs, grasping the base of my neck firmer in a strong hand. “Go ahead, baby, please your man, mmmmmh!” He tries to make me deepthroat him, his cockhead pressing against the back of my throat, but I gag and shake my head “no”. He relents and slides his cock almost out of my mouth, and I reward him by licking and sucking his cockhead. His meat twitches in my mouth, as if he’s on the verge but trying not to cum. “Aaaahhh”, he says. “Slower. Ahh, slower. Don’t make me cum yet.” He lightly runs his fingers through my hair and then suddenly grabs it, asserting his dominance. He fucks my face with quick short strokes, just his cockhead sliding between my lips with each pump of his hips, then he slowly slides his shaft deeper as my tongue curls around and slides along the invading hard flesh.

His other hand strokes my shoulder blades and then wanders downward. I gasp through the mouthful of stiff flesh in my mouth as a warm finger slides between my firm cheeks and touches my puckered hole, letting me know he wants to take it further than just a blowjob.

I shake my head “no”, this is not what we agreed to, but my mouth is full of thrusting cock and I can’t speak up unless I pull back from his warm flesh fucking my face, and I want to keep licking and sucking his cock and pleasing him with my mouth, and OK, yes, his finger does feel good sliding over my hole …

So I surrender to his touch, I let him finger me, because it feels so good as he rubs and touches me so intimately. My tongue gives him further assent, rubbing and sliding along the shaft and the head more vigorously as my hands grab his hard slim butt and guide his gentle thrusts, pushing his hardness in and out of my wet mouth. I glance up, still bent over with one of his hands softly stroking the longish hair on my head and his dick still fucking my face, look into his eyes as his finger leaves my hole, my eyes saying “yes”, and he smiles and the hand touching my hair slides down and gently strokes my cheek. “Good girl,” he says. “Oooh, yes, such a good girl.”

I hear a plastic click of a tube being opened one-handed. Dikmen travesti His hand invades my crack again, his fingers cool with lube, spreading my cheeks apart while he calls me his slutty little girl and tells me to spread my legs and take it. I part my legs wider for his invading fingers and squirm my hips with pleasure as he spreads a glob of lube between my cheeks, his finger sliding on my tight asshole, and ooooh it feels good, and I suck harder on the cock in my mouth.

“Stand up,” he says. I reluctantly pull off his cockhead and straighten up … well, perhaps “straighten” is the wrong word when you have precum coating your lips and mouth and a man is rubbing lube on your asshole and he is moving behind you and kissing your shoulder blades and your neck and your earlobes …

I glance over my shoulder to see what he is up to, and he is putting a pale pink condom over his hard slim cockhead and unrolling it down the shaft. He pushes me gently toward his bed, then grasps my neck and bends me forward. My heart is hammering and I’m still not sure I want to go ahead with this, but I put my hands on the bed to steady myself.

His hands press on the insides of my thigh. “Open your legs for me, baby.” I part my legs wider for him, feeling so vulnerable bent over with my legs splayed apart, feeling kind of slutty and ashamed that he talked me into this, but wanting it anyway, wanting to be a bitch and take it. He’s standing between my legs, shoving them farther apart with his strong thighs and rubbing more cool lube between my cheeks. His hand presses harder against the back of my neck, pushing my face down until my cheek is pressed against the comforter.

I feel his shaft slide between my cheeks, his stiffness rubbing all upon and down my crack, and try not to moan, try not to give away what a slut I am for him, but I moan anyway as his cockhead rubs up and down against my hole then starts circling it. Oh god, he’s pushing his stiffness against my hole and whispering into my ear to relax, and the pressure builds and it starts to hurt as he bucks for entry, and I change my mind and whisper “no, please don’t”, but he grabs my hips and keeps pushing and saying “yes, baby, take it, take my shaft, you know you want it, say yes.”

“No,” I murmur. “Please don’t,” but the tone of my voice says yes, yes. I look over my shoulder into his eyes, his pupils dilated with excitement, and he looks at me with eyes saying yes. He must see an answering yes in my eyes, because his eyes narrow in amusement and he gives me a little nod of recognition of my surrender to his manhood. He grasps my right hand and puts it on his hard butt cheek and says “Let me know you want it, push forward, push my cock into your little girl pussy, relax baby, relax Eryaman travesti and take it.” His butt feels so good in my hand and so I push a little, consenting to the painful pressure building on my asshole, and he grabs my hips hard and thrusts and I try to relax my sphincter, trying to let him inside me. “Oh it’s too big,” I say frantically, “it won’t fit, stop stop stop.”

But he keeps pushing, hurting me mercilessly, trying to shove inside no matter what, and then his cockhead breaks through the ring and oh god it hurts but I take it, take it like the good girl I am, take his hard flesh inside me.

“Go slow,” I plead, “take it easy, it hurts.”

“It’s OK, baby, you can take it, be a sweetie and take it deep inside for your man. You want to please me, don’t you baby?”

I nod yes.

“Push out on my cock, baby. Push like you’re taking a shit, and my shaft will slide in your tight little fuckhole so much easier.” I try it. He’s right. His shaft slides more easily into me, deeper, as he grunts with pleasure. Then he shoves his hips forward, bucking for dangerous entry, jamming it all the way inside, buried to the hilt in my burning hole. I gasp with pain but it feels good to be bent over and my legs apart and a hard prick balls deep inside me, giving pleasure to this stranger, a little ashamed that I’m doing this on our first and quite possibly last date instead of holding back a bit and just taking his cum in my mouth, feeling slutty and dirty but in a good way.

He starts fucking me, slow deep dicking accompanied by grunts as he hits bottom each stroke, grabbing my hips now, then he pants out a primal “Grrrr, grrh, grrrh” and slams inside me faster and faster. He slaps my ass cheeks, saying, “Take it bitch. Take it all … I’m gonna cum, oh god, take my cum”, and my body is shoved into the bed over and over as he thrusts and thrashes his hips at me, his body sweaty and musky smelling, his skin hot against my back, shoving deep, the heavy weight of his slim hard body pressing me into the bed.

Then he grabs my hair and yanks on it and growls as he shoots cum hard inside me, grunts again and again with each spurt. When he’s finished emptying his balls in me, he collapses on my back, panting for breath and stroking my hair and groaning between gasps that I’m such a good little bottom bitch, taking his load deep in me, so hot, baby, such a slutty little whore …

I take his weight, take his post-fuck compliments about my slutty goodness, let his hot hard slim body rest on top of me, his cum deep inside my ass, safe inside the condom’s sheath. I’m wondering if there will be tenderness now, cuddling and kisses all over my skin, an affectionate squeeze of my buns, some pillow talk …

Or will he just roll off me and go, be another dickhead who cums and then is done forever, moving on to the next hole … I want this tenderness and affection after, I want to see him again, feel him thrusting deep inside me on yet another day.

I don’t want to be full of cock and cum and yet so empty inside.

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I was 21, and my girlfriend had just decided to break up with me. It happened suddenly: One day out of nowhere she told me that she had met up with a boy she played some online network game with and that they went out for drinks and got a little tipsy and fucked. She went on to describe how amazing she felt.. that he made her feel “full” and that he is the most gorgeous beautiful man she ever met.

I was shocked. I felt deceived, abandoned, unloved, and totally lonely. Dealing with all these feelings the next day I got up, downed a shot of Bacardi and decided that I will get back to her by fucking a guy myself!

I’ve always dated women and I never considered myself gay but I have had some gay fantasies in the past. Looking back, I was just having a moment and was craving love and attention. I wanted to have some fun with something new, and some mental payback. I thought this was the push I needed to finally try out some man on man fun. I always wanted to feel what it was like to get head from another guy.

I drove to the only place I could think of where I thought I could get my dick sucked right away… the adult bookstore. I went there a couple of times before. Once to buy a dildo for my ex girlfriend, and once to buy some porn when I was living with another ex GF and couldn’t jerk off at home.

As I drove into the lot of the adult bookstore, I made a pact with myself… I will get my dick sucked by the end of the day! My hands were shaking… I was nervous… I had never planned anything like that before… it was risky and crazy but incredibly arousing as well. my dick was pressing Bornova travesti hard through my pants as I was walking into the place and i was shaking and nervous… the woman at the tall counter just looked at me and said hi with a smile. I went right through into the back room with the booths.

The minute I walked through that door, the smell of cum hit me… it literally smelled like a dozen guys had just shot cum all over the floors and walls. I noticed a few older guys standing around in the dark looking me up and down as I walked into the dark room… it made me even more nervous so i went right for the first open booth i could find and closed the door behind me. these booths had lockable doors but they also had gaps.. maybe 1/2″ so people walking in the hallway could see inside if they looked close enough. the lower half of the dividing walls between the booths were cut off below the waste and it felt a little bit open but i put a whole $20 into the slot and gave it a try anyway.

The sound of guys around me touching themselves… jerking and moaning loudly made me feel incredibly horny. The thought of other men having jerked and cum all over the booth i was in drove me crazy with desire. My dick got rock hard as i struggled to lower my pants just a little bit to pull it out. I started jerking to straight porn slowly when suddenly, the guy in the stall next to me stuck his dick through the opening into my booth. I didn’t know what to do… I was so horny and buzzed that i started touching it. i had never touched another persons cock before but it felt interesting.. Buca travesti soft and hard at the same time. it was a little bit smaller than mine. he moaned when i started to touch it and i liked to hear that so i started to lick it. I sucked on it and he moaned and moaned some more… then he stopped moaning so i kept sucking hard and fast until i felt something fill my mouth… he had cum all inside my mouth… i spit it out into my hand and felt it.. it was warm. I wiped it on my own dick and used it as lube… wow this was the first blowjob i ever gave… and it was quick.

I heard him zip up and leave, leaving me hard, horny, and feeling used with cum dripping down from my chin onto the floor. I loved the humiliating feeling but I wanted something else.. I wanted to cum in a guys mouth. So I got back up and pulled my pants down some more. I turned sideways to show off my hard dick to the guys walking down the hallway hoping someone would see it and come into the booth next to me and suck my dick.. feeling hopelessly horny i even switched the porn on the screen to gay porn, the video playing was some guy fucking another guy doggy style.. that’s when i suddenly felt a hand feeling up my ass cheeks. The guy in the booth on my left probably got the wrong idea and started to pull me closer to the stall wall and licked me all over my asshole and spit/tongued/fingered my asshole for what seemed to be a half hour.

His hands were older looking (guessing he was in his 50’s) and it grossed me out but it also felt so good i couldn’t stop it. He gradually went up to two fingers and Konak travesti it hurt a little but he eased them in after a while. I was really enjoying it and close to cumming just from that when I suddenly felt a SHARP pain stretching my asshole open. I thought it was 3 fingers until I realized he had put the head of his dick in my asshole and he was going deeper and deeper. I jerked forwards to get off of him and told him STOP it HURTSS! He pulled me back towards him and said ‘wait.. wait.. i’m almost done’ and kept holding me back and fucking into my asshole with light quick jerks until he shot all his cum into my ass… he pulled out quickly, zipped up, and left. I was bent over… on my knees and head against the floor.. my ass burning… cum dripping down my legs.. I felt humiliated and hurting but I LOVED it.

A couple minutes later I got back up, trying to clutch my asscheeks back together, licking some of the come off my fingers, I realized i was still hard as a rock. I put another $5 into the machine and decided to attempt to accomplish my original goal… I started beating off to a ebony girl sucking off a guy standing in front of him… thats when someone in the booth on my right stuck their hand through the booth and started feeling my balls. I started getting even h harder as he started jerking me off. I pulled over to the booth wall and stuck my dick through.. he took it all the way into his mouth and deep throat me. I fucked his mouth for about 30 seconds while watching that porno and came THE HARDEST i’ve ever came in my entire life… i unloaded all that cum into his mouth and i could hear him gag and spit it all out on the floor.

I said thanks and I zipped up and I left… limping away to my car. I decided to sleep off the booze a few hours and drove off home alone… with my ass hurting and the taste of a stranger’s cum in my mouth.

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Jerry was a normal acting male, he worked hard for a living, went home to his wife every night, they made love on occasion, etc. They had two grown children, now out and on their own, Jerry can now go back to the way he was before kids, more sexual freedom, and who he really is. When he goes to work he cannot be so liberal, he must wear his suit properly, wearing underwear, under the suit. When at home, he slips out of the suit and underwear and freeballs, doesn’t matter if in jeans or shorts. He is usually a very conservative guy, with a loving wife.

Jerry and his wife at times go out together to do shopping, Jerry like any other guy hates to shop unless it is for something for him. It is in the middle of summer, he is wearing his shorts, that could be a bit longer but at this time he does not care since, he does not plan to be out very long with the wife. They arrive to the department store, and she starts to go through the aisles looking for something to give as a gift. Jerry decides to himself that the item she is looking for is a woman thing, since it is for a woman that she buying for;

“Hun, I am going to the power tool section while you look thorough here, it looks like you will be here for a while.”

“OK,” she agreed, and continues to search for that perfect gift.

Jerry was now picking up some speed, making his mound bounce up and down a bit, more-so than when when walking into the store, since he was determined to make it to the power tool aisle. He wasn’t really in the market to buy a new power tool, well, maybe was to counter balance the trip out with his wife this Saturday afternoon. He arrived to the department, soo many tools, where to start. Then he noticed an aisle where there was a big mess, a sales associate was on the floor reorganizing the lower shelf. He decided to go up to the aisle and see what was happening.

“Hello sir,” the associate stated, “Is there anything I can help you locating?”

“Well I was wondering why there is such a mess here, looks like a cyclone came through here.” Jerry jokingly stated.

“It’s a re-set,” he gulped feeling embarrassed by customer’s remark. “We are adding new tools to this set-up I am just about finished organizing the bottom shelf here and the top shelf is completed. The new hand held mini drill tool is up there on the top, I was sure it would be sold out by now since they were making such a big deal of it on TV the last few weeks.”

“Really? You have them, let me take a look.” Jerry replied.

Jerry then reached Esat travesti up over the associate’s head not realizing he was still wearing just the shorts and nothing else under them since he was notified about the new mini tool, was reaching up and somehow his penis that was registered between the folds of his shorts slipped down to his left leg and the head was exposed to the associate, showing him the nice and thick cut head.

“Oh shit,” Jerry muttered, “sorry about that. I’ve been a bit risky today. You shouldn’t be able to see it dangle out like that. I’m sorry.”

“You are fine,” the associate said. “Accidents happen, besides, it is not everyday I get to see such a beautiful thick cut piece as sculptured as yours.”

Jerry was starting to blush, then proceeded to realign his pecker back to its wedge between the legs.

“Thanks for the complement, he paused and then proceeded to show his ring finger and then stated, “I’m married”.

“Oh, sorry about that. It is just that when I see a beautiful piece such as yours, it gets my mind racing.” as he was shelving the stock from the floor.

“It’s OK, I should have been a bit more careful with it today, If it wasn’t so hot outside, I’d be in jeans and cowboy boots then it wouldn’t be so noticeable.”

Little to Jerry’s knowledge, it was a complete and utter turn on for the associate, to see a guy wearing cowboy boots, in fact he tagged another guy in a similar situation, when he was on the floor, just massaged the guys foot through the boots and they ended off somewhere more private.

“I am sorry to say,” he replied, “that is another turn on of mine, a man in cowboy boots, being able to massage the foot through the boots, making the leather more supple, and receptive to the massage onto the foot. Oops, sorry for speaking out loud that!”

Jerry instead of being cross, felt sympathy for the guy, until he noticed that his bulge was stretching in his shorts. The associate noticed it too. Jerry then tried to shift it so it wasn’t as noticeable. The more he shifted it the more it was getting noticed. The clerk began licking his lips and gave a look like a puppy dog wanting a treat. The associate reached up and cupped Jerry in the crotch, Jerry was amused, ashamed, nervous, afraid his wife would see, and somewhat turned off at the same time.

“PPPlease don’t,” Jerry whimpered, “my wife may come around the corner any minute.” he stated nervously.

The associate stated as he was getting up and removing the cup from Kızılay travesti Jerry’s massive bulge, “Come with me.” escorting him secretively through the aisles of the store to the men’s room.

Once in the men’s room, Jerry was escorted to a stall, and the associate followed him in locking the latch behind them. Before Jerry could speak, the associate had Jerry’s shorts down and was licking the head of his ever growing cock, taking off some perspiration as well as some pre-cum that was forming at the slit.

“What if we get caught.” Jerry whispered.

“Relax, nothing is gonna happen.” the associate stated with confidence.

At that point the associate engulfed Jerry’s cock all the way down his throat, and Jerry was extremely turned on and hard. Jerry began to moan, and the power between them was heavy. Jerry couldn’t hold back anymore and blasted a huge load down the associate’s throat. He never felt such a powerful ejaculation in his life even when he was younger and while trying to have children.

The associate released Jerry back his throbbing cock, licked the remaining jizz off the the very sensitive head and stated ” now wait a few seconds and the rigidness will soften.” which it did, a bit and then completely went limp. The associate then proceeded to lift back up Jerry’s shorts, tucked the penis back the way Jerry liked it. “Thank you for such a tasty lunch.” The associate replied and then left the stall.

Jerry waited a bit for the shock to leave the stall, and then began to smile, that the found a new outlet. Another man entered the men’s room, and Jerry went over to the wash basin to clean up his hands to try and make good on that he used the stall as intended. Since the wash basin was close enough to the urinal where the guy came in, he decided to take a glance at what the guy had, when he looked he couldn’t see much over there, since the guy was close-up to the urinal. Then the water shut off automatically, and he proceeded to the hand dryer before leaving the restroom.

Once back on the sales floor, he was looking around to see if his wife was there, and for the associate who got a nice load from him. Now to make good on himself, he went back to the aisle where the associate was originally in to get the mini drill tool, hoping to see the associate again. Once at the aisle, he began to reach up, and then stopped; took his other hand and held his junk in place then continued to reach up for the tool, grabbed it and took it off the shelf. Then lowered his Alsancak travesti arm from the shelf and removed the hand off his junk, to go and check out. Them proceeded to the check out line for the department, and his wife flagged him down.

“I found this nice candle for the gift.” she stated. “Did you find anything worthwhile?”

He didn’t say anything and lifted up the mini drill tool, and showed it to her. She looked at it like it was a foreign object since she knew nothing about tools, and just smiled.

“I have to go and pay for this, I will be right back.” As Jerry proceeded to the checkout register for the department.

She just stood there watching her hubby as he got online. He was there for less than a minute, and one cashier stated “Next.”

Jerry proceeded over and then placed the tool on the counter for the associate to scan. Jerry looked up and saw that it was his associate that gave him the most thrilling time of his life.

There was a beep on the mechanical register, and after that the man if front of him stated, “That ill be $21.93 after tax.”

Jerry then reached into his pocket for his wallet reached in for his plastic money and swiped the card, did a little transacting on the pad, then, the machine printed out a piece of paper with the transaction on it.

All that Jerry could say was “Cowboy Boots.” He looked down at the clerks crotch and saw it jump a few times and looked back up to see the name tag on the clerk’s shirt, which stated ‘Steve’.

The clerk pressed up against the counter to avoid embarrassment, he stated, “Have a good day.” and winked at Jerry while passing the receipt over to him.

Jerry took the receipt and proceeded to turn and leave. The shorts were so tight that the clerk couldn’t keep from looking at Jerry’s ass, which he tensed up a couple of times as he was walking away from the clerk. Jerry caught back up with his wife, they gave each other a loving peck on the lips and proceeded to exit the store.

Outside the store, Jerry thought about the encounter he had, and thought about how he would do it again as he and the wife were approaching the car. Jerry reached into the right pocket and removed his key and fob, pressed the unlock button twice and both of them entered the car. Jerry reached one leg into the car, loosening the channel that held his once hard pecker in place, making it shift down his leg to almost exposure. Sitting down and putting the other leg in place shut the door.

Jerry made a decision that he would go to the store again without his wife and wear his cowboy boots in a pair of jeans without his underwear on to see if he can capture ‘Steve’ again and maybe do more with him. This made Jerry’s cock spring up in his shorts and then go back down, whoa wife didn’t see.

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My name is John and this is a true story about the first really big cock I sucked. I am 34 year old white male, married to a wonderful woman. I had thought about giving another guy a blowjob for years and never acted on it. I love to watch my wife suck my cock and always thought it would be great to give it a try. I finally sucked my first and then a second cock about a month ago, both guys were about 6 inches and not real thick. What I was craving now was a really big thick cock to suck on and try to deepthroat. Well, I’m here to tell you…be careful what you wish for.

I put an ad up on a local website for people looking to hook up. I said I was looking for a big, thick cock to suck and deepthroat. I received a bunch of b.s. replies, some guys that had some really weird fantasies, and then one that caught my eye. It was from a 23 year old college student named Matt. He was going to college in the next town, said he was packed just over 9 inches, and sent a pic that made it look like he had a telephone pole sticking out of his groin. We traded a few emails and next thing I knew I was driving over to his apartment. I was kinda nervous when I knocked on his door but that went away when a good looking guy opened the door. He introduced himself as Matt and invited me in.

“You want a beer or something?” Matt asked.

“No I’m cool.” Was the only reply I could come up with.

Matt was wearing an open button up shirt and a pair of loose shorts. “If it’s ok with you we can just do this here in the livingroom, my roommates aren’t home so it should be safe.” Matt said as he walked over to a big chair against the wall.

“Yeah, wherever you want is ok with me.” I said, as Matt casually dropped his shorts and took a seat in an overstuffed chair. His cock was semi Bağdat caddesi travesti hard and it looked about 7 inches, he also had a set of huge balls hanging nice a low.

With Matt sitting in his chair the only way to do this was on my knees in between his legs. As I got down on my knees Matt scooted down until his huge balls hung down over the edge of the cushion of the chair. I moved down and started to lick his balls and I saw his cock twitch. “I love a blowjob that starts with a good ball licking.” Is all Matt said. I worked my tongue around each of his balls and then starting sucking them in and out of my mouth.

This went on for about 2 or 3 minutes when Matt spoke up. “My cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

I looked up and Matt was staring at me. His cock was fully hard now and it looked absolutely huge, I would bet he wasn’t lying about being 9″ and it had filled out very thick.

I ran my tongue up his balls onto the shaft of his cock and then to his cock head. I arched by head to I could take the head of his cock in my mouth without using my hands (I love when women do this to my cock, so thought I would give it a try). Matt took in a quick breath when the head of his cock was in my mouth. I really had to open wide to accommodate the thick head. I started to move my head up and down his cock, going a little deeper each time. I didn’t know if I could deepthroat 9 inches but was going to give it one hell of a try. The first time his cock head hit the back of my throat I gagged a little but gave it another try and after about 5 minutes I had about 7 inches in my mouth. I tried several times while fighting the urge to gag to fit the huge head of Matt’s cock into my throat but it was just too big. Matt noticed and spoke up for Bostancı travesti the first time since his cock went into my mouth.

“Too much cock for ya?” I heard him chuckle a little bit and then he sat back in his chair again. I continued to suck his cock, sliding my lips up and down his shaft while working the those last few inches with my hand. Matt didn’t seem to be getting any closer to cumming and I knew this was going to a long blowjob.

Just then his cell phone rang, I started to come up off his cock as he reached for his phone. Just when my lips reached the head of his cock, Matt’s hand came down on the back of my head and he pushed me down deeper on his cock.

“Hello” Matt answered his phone. He kept his hand on the back of my head pushing me up and down on his cock. “No just hanging out.” Matt said to whoever called him. Matt continued to control the pace of the blowjob while he talked on the phone for about 10 minutes. My jaw was really starting to get sore by this point. Finally I heard Matt say “Hey, I gotta get going. I’ll be over later.” With that he hung up his phone and took his hand off the back of my head. I pulled off his cock to give my jaw a rest.

“Looks like you need some help getting my cock down your throat. Let give this a try.” Matt stood up and told me to get up on the coffee table on my hands and knees.

“This should give me a straight shot right down your throat.” Matt said as he looked down at me.

With me in position Matt stood in front of me. His huge cock lined up with my mouth. I open wide and Matt grabbed the sides of my head and slid his cock into my mouth. In this position I had no control as Matt started to push his cock in and out of my mouth. He went a little deeper each time and Kartal travesti soon his cock head was bumping the back of my throat. I gagged a little but Matt just kept pumping his cock deeper into my throat. Finally, with one quick push I felt the head slide into my throat and my nose touched his pubic hair.

“Oh yeah, there it is.” Matt said and then he rammed his cock deep again this time it went all the way down my throat and my nose was being held against his abdomen. Matt was relentless, for the next 5 minutes he fucked my throat. I was in a daze at this point. I’ve had his cock in my mouth for about 40 minutes by this point and Matt didn’t seem like he was ready to cum yet.

I was startled when the door to the apartment opened and in walked a tall black guy. Matt never stopped ramming his cock down my throat and the guy who walked in didn’t seem phased at all about the sight before him.

“Hey, Matt” the guy said while dropping a bookbag onto the counter.

“Hey, Joe.” Matt relied. “Oh, this is Joe. My roommate. You think my cock is big you should see the monster he is packing”

Matt talked to me like it was nothing to have a person walk in on him with his cock rammed down a guys throat. Matt’s was moving his cock quicker now and with more force. My jaw was killing me, my throat was on fire, and I was in a daze after being face fucked for the last 20 minutes. Matt’s cock started to swell in my mouth and I knew he was close to cumming. Finally with a grunt Matt buried his cock as deep as he could in my throat and shot a huge load straight down my throat. I was starting to feel light headed and thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen when Matt pulled his cock out of my mouth. I rolled off the coffee table and onto the floor gasping for breath.

After a few seconds I caught my breath and thought it might be time to get going. I looked up and there was Joe with about 8 inches of semi-hard black cock hanging in front of my face. Looks like I still had some cock to suck. I just hope Matt doesn’t have any more roommates.

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{Emerson & the Lion}
Part 5

*******************
Now that we can hear that sound
Now that you can hold me down
You can pull me under
You can raze everything to the ground
Everything I can arrange
Every part of me you change
Just hold me together
Tell me you’ll always want me to stay

It’s shaking the sky
And I’m following lightning
I’ll recover if you keep me alive
Don’t leave me behind
can you see me, I’m shining
And it’s you that I’ve been waiting to find…
-“Shine” by Years & Years
*******************

We got up with the sunrise the next morning. Ali had packed two giant rolling suitcases for the both of us, and they waited expectantly by the door. He’d packed a bag for Kadir too with his food, bowls, and the toys I liked to play with him. We took a quick shower and Ali put me in a long-sleeved tight thermal burgundy top and some grey jeans that ended in the elastic band at the ankles that guys are all about these days. He had on a grey long-sleeved t-shirt that clung to his muscles with a low, scoop neck and some burgundy pants. He always had to show off his hard work.

We looked like young father and adopted son in our matching outfits and how he always had a hand on my back or shoulder. In a way it was quite fitting.

Before we left, Ali gave me a box. Inside was a simple leather wallet. It contained my new identification card. It was thick with gold trim. His family crest was in the corner. Below my picture was his picture, a thick smile across his handsome face. My name was printed with his last name attached to the end. Emerson Hamad sounded very confusing. The wallet also had an ATM card for my new bank account back home. It had my American name on it.

He took the wallet back and slipped it into the smallest travel bag along with my cellphone. I didn’t even ask to hold on to either, knowing he would say, “You have no use for them when you’re with me.”

He rolled our suitcases out and loaded them in the back of the SUV and then came back for me and Kadir who was milling around in the yard doing his business. Ali grabbed a few small bags of things and handed me my stuffed lion and a small blanket for the car as he pushed me out the door.

Samir and Caleb were by the car. Caleb held up a pillow with a smile when he saw me carrying the blanket and my stuffed lion. Samir was putting their bags in the back and then went to open the back door for Caleb. He climbed in and Samir closed the door and then went to close the back of the SUV with a button on the remote.

Samir hugged me good morning. Ali loaded me in next to Caleb and Kadir laid down at my feet with his head up on the seat for attention from the two of us.

As we pulled out to the main road, Ali told us we were going to a resort for a few meetings he had. It would be important for us to have the henna tattoos to mark that we were taken and by whom. Younger men who were out roaming alone without the markings were assumed to be open and looking for sex.

It would be dangerous for us to go out alone but even worse if we weren’t marked. A boy who was marked was not allowed to roam freely at the resort without his chaperone or owner. He wouldn’t be touched sexually, but security would be alerted and he would be escorted back to his chaperone who would administer appropriate punishment. This was to protect the marked boys but also allow the free men to engage with each other without worry.

As he and Samir had business to attend to, he wanted to make sure we were comfortable and looked after. Caleb translated all this and then excitedly signed, “That sounds hot!”

“No!! Why would we want to go there? We will have to stay in the room the whole time?” I signed to Caleb who spoke for me.

“Ali says we will have our own private villa with a pool and we only have to stay there while they are in meetings. Otherwise we will be able to enjoy the waterpark. They have a waterpark!” Caleb translated. He was getting way too excited for this. “Ali says he only has a few meetings each day and promises you won’t get bored for long.”

************

The resort was over the mountains and through a border checkpoint. Caleb and I had fallen asleep in the back of the SUV and were woken up by soldiers who made us get out of the vehicle. Ali lifted me out and set me sleepily on my feet as I leaned back against the side of the SUV.

The soldier leaned down and started speaking, but then stopped and looked up at Ali who must have interrupted to tell him I am deaf. The soldier looked at me with suspicion. Ali lifted my shirt up and over my head and I felt his finger swipe across the tattoo with his name on it. When Ali let my shirt fall back down, I caught the soldier eyeing me with more than national security on his mind. He gave me a smile and a wink. It felt super creepy.

He said something over my head and Caleb came around and looked at me.

Caleb signed the soldier’s question. “These men say you and the other light boy, are their personal Kadıköy travesti property. Do you affirm that you are his property and accept his responsibility for you during your time in this country?” I quickly nodded, thinking that was a really strange question. The soldier made me speak and I croaked out a very dry “Yes” and nervously backed into Ali’s waiting arms.

The soldier adjusted his machine gun and ruffled my hair with his hand before nodding for me to get back in the SUV. Ali gave me an apologetic look and a kiss as he buckled me in and then closed the door.

Back on the road, Ali explained that it was illegal for unowned white Europeans and Americans to come through this kingdom since a bitter trade dispute many years ago resulted in abandonment of western relations. The kingdom still made tons of money off of oil and off its large resorts that were nearly free of any “annoying” English speakers. The soldier hated having to use English to verify our situation, but it is their pleasure to see English speakers degrade themselves and be owned by an Arab.

So now we were headed to a resort that didn’t like us, or at least me and Caleb, in a kingdom that didn’t like us. Yeah I definitely wish I’d seen a brochure for this place before heading here on vacation. But I knew we would be safe with Ali.

Caleb and I fell asleep sharing his pillow and my blanket while Kadir stood up to look out the window, wagging his tail happily.

*********************

I woke up with Ali shaking me gently. Caleb had put his head on my chest, Samir lifted him off of me and I sat up, scooted to the edge and was lifted up into Ali’s chest. We were parked in front of a one-story mediterranean style house with white stucco and intricate tiles forming rings around the walls. Ali carried me down the path as I had one arm around his neck and the other hugging Ali-cub, the stuffed lion. Kadir ran around the small grass area stretching his legs and peeing on anything that looked interesting.

A man about six inches taller than Ali with huge muscles came out and went to bring in our suitcases. He was dressed in a small pair of white satin shorts that hung low on his waist. Samir was behind us. He had one hand on Caleb’s shoulder as Caleb hugged his pillow and followed us into the house.

The common area was one large room with a kitchen to the left, a dining table for 6, two large couches, and a huge flat screen tv on the wall. It was decorated in arabian style with large rugs, oversized curtains pulled back to show windows and a sliding glass door at the back. The entryways were that swooped up arch design that ends in a sharp point at the top.

There were two large bedrooms and two smaller ones. Ali carried me to the largest one all the way at the back with corner views of huge mountains behind us. He laid me on the bed and went into the bathroom to the toilet. He left the door open and I saw him whip his dick out and let go of the journey’s build up as the servant came in wheeling our bags. He placed them in the closet and opened them to hang up our clothes. He didn’t look at me at all.

Ali washed up and slipped his shoes off as he jumped on the bed beside me.

“Alone at last,” Ali typed to me on his phone and pulled me into his chest.

I nodded towards the servant in our closet unpacking our things. Ali shrugged and typed, “Trust me, he’s seen the whole spectrum of odd behavior. If he bothers you, I can have him stay out of sight. He is here for guests’ viewing pleasure, maybe more. But I have no need of his physical services. I’ve instructed him not to touch you or Caleb as well. I don’t think Samir would be interested either.” He gave my butt a squeeze and kissed my cheek.

We changed into some workout clothes. I had on a small thin tank top that showed off most of his name on my chest, light running shorts, and nikes as we headed out. Ali slung a bag of clothes for our after workout.

Caleb and Samir were splashing around in the pool. Ali wanted some alone time with me. We walked behind the house and I saw the view. We were on a hillside overlooking about 100 other villas similar to our own. At the base of the hill was a large building and the waterpark. I saw several big slides that looked like fun.

We went out the back gate and down a dirt trail that went behind other villas and wound down the hill. At the base, we got to the big building. Ali pointed to a map on the wall showing restaurants, a nightclub, meeting rooms, movie theater, bowling alley, the gym, and a convenience store. This place had it all.

Inside, it looked like a mall. Everyone was male from the employees to the guests. Ali had told me not to look anyone directly in the eye and always keep to his side with my eyes on him or the floor. He guided me through a long tile walkway and into the fitness center where he checked us in.

We saw all kinds of pairs of guys working out together. There were older guys with older partners, older with younger, young with young. Kurtköy travesti They were mostly Arab, but a few Asian and African as well. I was the only blonde one and it attracted eyes. I kept looking but then quickly darting my eyes to Ali’s shoes. He put his arm around me as he lead me to our machines.

Our area was private and out of sight of the main area. We started on side by side treadmills and did a quick 5 minutes of light running. We got off and he showed me the stretches he wanted me to do. When we finished, he put me back on the treadmill as he started with the weights.

When I was drenched in sweat and looking at him with pleading eyes he finished his last lift and came over to put me through the cool down routine. My machine finally came to a stop and Ali laid a towel down on a yoga mat for me and I collapsed on to it.

Ali laid down next to me on his side and rubbed my tummy. He leaned over to kiss me, and his sweat dripped down my already soaked chest. It felt kind of weird doing stuff there in the open, but no one was walking by.

Sensing my hesitation, he reached for a towel and covered his lap with it. He took my hand and rubbed it down the front of his shorts. I felt him, ready as ever, as he guided my hand and bit softly on my ear.

He slipped my hand inside his waistband and down over his throbbing prize. It was wet and warm from the workout. I leaned into his neck. His cologne mixed with sweat and hit my nose. I don’t know why but there’s something about the way he smells when sweating that drives me to him. I bit and kissed the nape of his neck and he squirmed, rubbing his cock against my hand as I gripped him firmly.

He pushed my head down, under the towel. His shorts were pushed down and I put my lips on the head. Down here, his scent was more powerful. It overwhelmed my nose and my eyes started to water as he pushed into me.

His cock rubbed my tongue to clean off the workout. I tasted a little bit of his piss from earlier. It was water, a bit of coffee which made it bitter and I gagged a little. I’m sure he heard me, but he had pressing business with my mouth and wasn’t letting me up. He pet my hair, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth.

He started sliding it in and out, not too quickly, but deep. His head pushed against my throat, making me “Uhhh!” each time. I had to breathe through my nose which didn’t help as it pressed against his steamy pubes. He had my head and his lap covered with the towel which just held in the smells.

As uncomfortable as it sounds, I was rock hard in my shorts. He couldn’t reach my hole from our position, and I knew better than to touch my dick, so it would have to wait. Right now was about him. He started sliding in and out of me faster as I clamped my lips closed in a tight circle around his shaft. My tongue was working circles around his dick as my throat massaged the tip.

He didn’t last too long, maybe from the excitement of being out in the open. He pushed deep into me when he started to erupt and it filled my mouth and shot down my throat. I swallowed it all, and coughed on his cock as some of it went down the wrong way. He was bucking into me to milk the last of it with his hands clamped onto my head.

He laid back when he finished, pulled me up to his chest. I reached down under the towel and squeezed his cock, pulling it softly. The last little bit of his juice trickled out onto my fingers and I brought them up and sucked them clean.

****************************

We made our way through the locker room with Ali covering my eyes. There must have been a lot to see in there. He guided me into a small private restroom with a shower stall.

He lifted my shirt off and kissed at my nipples, then traced his tongue over my tattoo with his name. He brought my dick back to attention quickly and pulled me into him as I rubbed it against his stomach. He slipped off my shorts and reached behind to turn on the water as he leaned in to kiss me. I pushed up his tank top and he raised his arms, allowing me to slip it up. He’s taller than I am, so he had to help me with the last few inches.

I pushed his shorts down to the floor and his cock, half hard, pounced at me. He reached behind me and cupped my cheeks in his hands, lifting my butt as the rest of me followed. I wrapped my legs around him and my arms around his neck as he backed into the shower, warm water pouring between us.

He backed up against the tile wall of the shower and then set me down on my feet. He turned me around and pulled me back against his chest. His hard cock rubbed down between my cheeks as his hands explored my chest and tummy.

He let one hand slide down and he gripped my cock. It was the first time he had ever held it like that. I leaned back against him and he started to fist it.

It made me want to move my hips, push my cock into his grip, but he pulled me tightly back against him, holding me still. I knew instinctively he wouldn’t want his cub emulating fucking. My pleasure was Pendik travesti to come from him inside me. I felt confused as he jerked me off, but I went still and allowed him to explore me. It was his right.

Unfortunately, I wouldn’t last long. He had his head down over my shoulder, watching his own hand rubbing me off as he kissed and nibbled on my neck. His other hand covered the right side of my chest. He held a nipple between two fingers and started twisting and pinching it roughly. He alternated between the two nipples, working them into little angry puffs.

He started jerking my cock and twisting my nipples harder. I was confused by the mix of pleasure and punishment. Was I supposed to have cum from sucking his cock? I squirmed and whimpered, but felt the cum rising in me. I was close, why was he making it hurt?

The pleasure side of me won the battle and I started shooting thick ropes up my chest, fighting against the shower stream. My cum went up and the water dripped it back down, but some of it stayed. My body twisted and jerked in his tight grip and he gave an especially painful squeeze to my other nipple.

I came down in his arms and relaxed against his chest. He brought his fingers to my lips and I sucked my own cum, cleaning the fingers thoroughly. He traced his other hand around my chest, scooping up the remains of my juice and fed them to me as well.

I turned to face him, looking confusedly into his eyes. “Ow,” I mouthed and he let a little smile break across his lips. He mouthed, “baby,” and gave me a kiss. He rubbed body wash and shampoo all over us and paid extra attention to my hole, cleaning me for later use.

We got cleaned up and headed out in matching shorts and crisp, white tank tops leaving the dirty workout clothes and the bag in the little restroom. My tank top had his name written across the front in black leather applique that matched the script of his name on my chest. Ali signaled a worker who collected our things to be washed and sent to our villa.

********************

We went back to the mall area and and got a table on the patio of a juice bar on the top level. The sun was intense but they had shade and blowing misters. Ali ordered us juices and checked emails on his phone while stroking my hair.

In the corner there was this pretty good looking arab guy, maybe a year or two older than Ali. Beside him was this shorter, fat, older asian man with a hand in the younger guys lap. The arab one had these loose basketball shorts and a tight black tank top. The older guy was rubbing on his package and saying something to him. The arab guy didn’t look especially interested, but he did nothing to stop the older guy. The older guy pulled up the right leg of the basketball shorts and was reaching under there now.

I nudged Ali and pointed at them. He very quickly reached over and pulled my chair beside his so that they were out of view. He shook his head at me and put his arm across my shoulders to pull me into his side before going back to his emails.

The waiter came back with two juices in beautiful blue tinted glasses. He set them in front of us and then set a tray of meats, cheeses, nuts, and fruit in front of us with a small basket of flat breads. It looked awesome, but then he set a small bowl in front of me of salad with a sparse amount of grilled chicken on top. It looked dry and tasteless.

I signed [NO, NOT WANT] and pointed at the bowl. I was feeling like a dog getting the same chow at every meal.

Ali looked confused, but gave a gentle smile and patted my back. He lifted his cell phone and typed out, “It’s good for your tummy. This has the right mix of vegetables so you have energy but don’t feel too full. I had a nutritionist look you over and review your health and blood samples when you were out. He said this mix is the optimal healthy balance for you. You do get variety at breakfast when your body needs a solid meal.”

“But every other meal?” I typed back, “I’m not a dog.”

Ali started to type back, but then set his phone down and jumped out of his chair. He looked like he’d just seen a ghost. I felt a strange hand on my head, petting my hair. I turned to see that someone had walked up to my right.

I looked up and saw two large brown eyes staring down at me with a warm smile as though he knew me. I stood up, backed towards Ali, and gave a him a cautious smile. He was maybe a few inches taller than Ali and had lighter skin. His black hair was gelled back in a more grown up look with an expensive pair of gold sunglasses crowning the top. Soft pink lips were framed by a trimmed beard shaved down to his jawline and around his mouth. He was stacked hard with thick muscles and an air of power.

Ali pushed me gently to the side and gave a forced smile and reluctant handshake to the man. He pointed to the chair across the table and the man sat down. Ali took his seat again and pushed me down into the chair between them.

The man had on a tight polo shirt that showed his muscular chest and just enough buttons open to expose a few black chest hairs. He slid forward a bit and leaned back against the chair showing a not too subtle bulge in his tight khaki shorts. It was hidden by the table so Ali couldn’t see it. He gave it a few tugs when he noticed me looking.

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This is the true story of my first bisexual experience. See I am a 30 years old bisexual male and have been that way for about 10 years. I am 5’10” 175 lbs. nice ass and tight bas athletic muscular build and go to the gym 6 times a week.

It started when I was in college when I first got a computer and was exposed to the internet. I began looking at female porn first, then discovered she males and TV’s and I was strangely aroused. I then started to look into gay and bisexual sexual porn and was very aroused. I would jerk off to movies and pictures while sticking any and everything I could find in my ass. I began to experiment with cross dressing and hot erotic phone sex with guys I had met online. I began to dream, want and desire another man’s cock. Don’t get me wrong I love to be with women but I just had to know what it was like to have another man’s cock grow inside my mouth, to feel his full erection, and to taste his sweet cum on the back of my throat.

Many years went by without ever getting the courage to be with a guy I was attracted to or in a situation I felt would be discreet. See I became a police officer in a town of about 70 thousand people and I have to be very discreet… which meant the local gay bars were off limits. So I went about my private life of phone sex, gay porn, tasting my own sperm, buying toys and dressing in heels and lingerie, which I might say I look very good in… until one night while I was at work something great happened.

I was working the midnight shift and was getting pretty tired of it after about 6 months. It was 3:15 am and I received a call reference to a B&E Larceny ( breaking and entering with theft ) in a local apartment complex near the college. At this time of night things start to really slow down and you are fighting boredom, so I was happy to get a call to wake me up.

I arrived at the apartment, gathered my reports and headed to the door where the victim had called from. I rang the bell and was pleased to see an attractive man standing in front of me wearing jeans and a white tight tee shirt. See I like those men that are on the cover of Men’s Health magazines, and this guy fit the bill. He was 39 and at that time I was 26 years old. He was 6′ about 190 lbs. with a killer athletic body, sandy blond hair and green eyes.

I introduced myself as Officer Smith and he said his name was Heath. He invited me into his apartment and I started my report. I could not help but keep checking this guy out while he walked around his apartment showing me what was missing. He had a very nice ass that looked great in a pair of jeans as well as a muscular upper body.

He explained that he was out with friends down at the bars and came home to discover his back sliding glass door standing wide open so he called 911. Heath had his mountain bike and sonly play station stolen but he stated that he did not see anything Göztepe travesti else missing. I called for I.D. to come out to take photos and fingerprints of the apartment.

Heath asked me if I wanted something to drink while we waited. I said sure and asked for coffee. He went into the kitchen and I positioned myself so I could see his sexy body. I thought to myself, this guy is sexy and wished I could see him naked. I knew he was either gay or bisexual because I just got that feeling that all guys are blessed with… I call it Gaydar. I was getting erect in my polyester pants just watching this guy and trust me it is very hard to disguise a hard on in uniform pants.

I was staring at Heath’s ass when he caught me looking… might I add several times. He finished making the coffee and brought me a cup at the table. As he sat down he brushed my leg and said excuse me. With the thoughts I was having I nearly came in my pants at his mere touch.

We made casual conversation for about 10 minutes when Heath asked me where I worked out. I cleared my throat and I told him Gold’s Gym. He complimented me on my physique and stated that he was a fitness trainer at Worlds Gym. I thanked him after an awkward moment of silence, when I.D. arrived. We both stood up from the table and I saw Heath looking at my erection in my pants. I was immediately embarrassed and turned away. I.D. began to take their photographs and check for finger prints while I covered my groin with my notebook. After I.D. was finished I told Heath good night and thanked him for the coffee. I walked out with I.D. got in my patrol car and left.

For the next 30 minutes I was consumed with thoughts of Heath. I asked myself was he flirting with me, did he notice my erection, did he see me looking at his ass, was he checking me out. I was going crazy and my cock was so fucking hard. I was angry with myself thinking about how attracted to this guy I was. Why didn’t I make a move? After dwelling on it for sometime I finally wrote the experience off, telling myself I would jerk off for weeks just thinking about him.

It was about 45 minutes after I had left when I was dispatched back to the Heath’s apartment because he had discovered more items stolen and needed a supplemental report. I was overwhelmed with excitement. I would not blow this chance I told myself, this guy is perfect take a chance.

I arrived in front of the door feeling nervous, anxious and scared but before I could even ring the bell Heath opened the door. I was amazed with what he was wearing. He had a pair of champion shorts on, clearly showing his bulge and a tight gray tank top. He immediately apologized for having me come back out to his place. I told him not to worry because I did not get off till 6am and things were really slow.

I asked him what else he had found that was taken. Heath stated Küçükyalı travesti that he was kind of embarrassed to even report it but they were worth a lot of money. I asked again what it was and reassured him that it was not a big deal. As we walked into the back bedroom I could feel the pre cum in my pants. I was very nervous and could feel my heart pounding in my chest trying to figure out how to make my move. I noticed a nice king size bed and in front of it was a Armoire with a huge TV inside it. Heath said that he was getting ready for bed and was going to watch a movie to relax from the earlier events when he opened up his draw and discovered that all his VHS tapes had be taken.

I could not help but stare at the bulge in his shorts wondering how big he was. I asked how many tapes were taken and he said approximately thirty. I documented the amount while trying not to show my hard on.

Heath said that the only tape that was not taken, thank god, was his favorite which was still in the VCR. As I asked which movie it was but he was already pushing the play button. The first thing I saw were three sexy muscular men going at it. There was a guy in the middle with a cock in his ass and another cock in his mouth. I was so aroused and nervous, my heart was racing and I did not know what to do.

Heath said do you like what you see. I stumbled not being able to say a word still staring at the screen. Heath asked again do you like what you see because I thought you would with you checking out my ass and cock every chance you got. I told him that I had never done this before and his response was what do you want to do? I said have never been with a guy before. Heath said but you want to don’t you and I said yes very much so.

With that Heath walked toward me and grabbed my cock. I wanted to do this the first time I saw you at my door he said. I nearly feel to my knees with excitement. Heath then stepped back and took of his tank top and shorts to reveal a sexy pair of white thong undies with a huge bulge in them. You want this he said grabbing his bulge. I said hell yes I do, I want it in my mouth please. He said it is all yours as he laid back on the bed with his legs hanging off the side. I took my radio off as quickly as possible and laid it on the dresser. I slowly began touching his cock through the thongs. His body was perfect not a hair anywhere but his legs. My mouth found its way to his cock licking him through his undies till the head of his cock poked out the top. I pulled his thongs down to his ankles and picked his cock up with my hand. It was huge and thick I thought to myself, almost 8 inches of clean shaven cut cock. It was finally going to happen… I thought as my mouth slowly took his cock in.

I was in heaven, experiencing every emotion possible. There I was, in uniform on my knees sucking this beautiful guy’s cock Avrupa yakası travesti with the sound of three guys fucking on a porn behind me. I was licking and sucking on Heath’s cock now really enjoying myself while he was moaning like crazy. Heath look down at me and said that I was a natural and I squeezed his balls while bouncing my head up and down on his beautiful cock. I milked his cock with my hands and licked the pre cum off the tip and he just moaned. His cock was perfect and was covered in my saliva.

I had been enjoying his cock for about 15 minutes when I heard my radio call me asking if I was 10-30, which means they were checking to see if I were ok. Without missing a beat, I told Heath to hit the mute button. I grabbed my radio with one had and Heath’s cock still in the other and said 10-4. I put the radio down and began sucking when Heath let out a chuckle and so did I thinking about if dispatch new how ok I really was. I loved this guys cock and it felt so good in my mouth. His cock was so wet with my saliva and the sound my mouth was making working this cock in and out was about to make be cum also.

I could feel Heath’s cock begin to pulsate in my mouth and I knew he was going to cum. I took my mouth off him and was stroking him wildly telling him to cum.. I want you to cum in my mouth… tell me when. With that he screamed I cumming and I sealed my mouth around his cock taking a huge load in the back of my mouth. I gladly swallowed his first shot and let the rest of his cum lay in my mouth. Heath was moaning and screaming wildly while grabbing at his bed sheets. I took my mouth off his cock still filled with a lot of cum. I wanted to savor the taste and feel of his cum in my mouth. He looked at me and only said one word WOW. I smiled and opened my mouth and showed him my prize… then I swallowed and showed him that it was gone.

He asked how was it and I told him better than I had ever hoped. He then told me that he was glad that his apartment was broken into. There I was still on my knees licking Heath’s cock clean not believing that I finally did it, I felt so relieved. Heath asked how long I had been wanting a cock and I told him longer than I was willing to admit. He said that he would be glad to help with anything else I wanted to try. I told him I would love that but it would need to be discreet and he agreed. He said I have just one more question before I suck you off and I said what? Are you a top or bottom… I gladly answered bottom slut. He laughed and said this is going to be fun. With that he opened my fly pulled my cock out and sucked me off and it was an amazing blow job.

While I was walking to the door Heath said don’t bother filing that last report about the VCR tapes. I looked at him and said why? Heath laughed and said because they are not stolen, I hide them in my closet. What do you mean I said. Heath continued to laugh and told me that he spent 45 minutes trying to figure out a way to get me back to his apartment and in my pants. This was the idea I came up with he said.

We both laughed and I left with his number, his sweet taste still in my mouth and a date for another movie on Friday.

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