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What a week!

My schedule for work is such that I go in early on Mondays and Fridays but that allows me to get out early. Rest of the week I am home at 3:30, Stacey at 4, and Tom between 4-4:30 depending on traffic. This Monday I got home at 2 and saw a note tacked to me door which read:

We loved last night, had we known how much fun you could be we would have started sooner, with that said Tom and I talked last night and we decided in lieu of rent we would like you to be our sex slave but if you choose not to then we will still have fun once in a while. If no disregard the remainder of this and let me know via text. If yes awesome and there is a box on the washer for you.

In the box were a feminine douche and a note that said:

Douche with yours till clean then use this, after shower and shave. Finally make a quick video of you taking your toy full depth and send it to me, we can tell Tom when he gets home.

She got the text within half hour of my getting home. Her reply was that my uniform would be whatever they hung on my door, if nothing then nothing and uniform İstanbul Escort is inside and back yard. Pour yourself a glass of wine, I’m sure you’re nervously anxious.

About half a glass down and the front bell rang, I froze because I was nude but decided that I said yes so I was in. I answered the door a crack and saw Marian, our neighbor to the left. She held up her phone and just looked at me. I saw that it was the video I sent Stacey. I asked her in and she showed me the full text sequence.

Stacey- video

Mariam- Who’s hungry ass is that?

S-our renter now sex slave. I told him if he wanted to be ours to send video. Told him last night that a neighbor would come over for bondage play.

M- Am I the neighbor you were talking about?

S-that’s why I sent you the video

M-do I have to wait for you?

S-no

Mariam told me to get my toy and meet her in the Livingroom. She had gloves with long Velcro and a spreader bar with two ropes, each with loops on the ends. She bent me over the couch and, with one end of rope Ataşehir Escort on the bar, put the bar on my ankles and gloves on my hands then the other end was velcroed to the gloves. I was bent over and open and getting excited.

She lubed me up real good and slowly inserted my toy then harder and harder until she was pounding my ass with it then she stopped and I was empty. She went to the kitchen and washed her hands then put on rubber gloves and came back to me. She proceeded to get 3 fingers in my ass and used then to rub my prostate and fuck me.

When she was done she cleaned herself, took her things, and I showered again. Tom, Stacey, and I talked that night and we agreed to many rules including discretion on their part and me allowing myself to be entertainment for parties and friends.

Rest of the week was basically uneventful till sat when Tom went golfing and Stacey had me mow the back lawn, nude of course. After I finished I went inside for a drink of cold water and Stacey told me the other neighbors asked if I could do them. Kadıköy Escort I said ok and she giggled then told me to go through the side gate and knock on their door.

Door opened and Stuart said Goody and yelled up, he’s here. I asked where the mower was and Stuart looked confused. Stacey said you wanted me to do the lawn? No, I said do us as in we want your naked body to use. Oh, I guess these were some of the friends. Stuart led me upstairs and there was Jeff, we said hi. Stuart dropped his robe and I saw a totally smooth body with 5″ hardon which was pointing at me. Stuart grabbed it and told me to start there. After I got him closer Jeff, who was now naked, took my head and put if over his cock. Her was about 7″ and shaved too. I got spit roasted, a first, and one load was dumped on my ass cheeks and the other on my face. Leave us now Jeff said so I started toward the kitchen to clean and they said nope, go as you are.

Stacey laughed when I walked in and asked how my visit was. Good I said, I did think I was doing the lawn though. That’s why I giggled she said.

Stacey told me she was having friends over the following sat for a CFNM party and she was getting me a blue helper so I could be of service to all. Wow, looking forward to that.

When Tom got home he came up to me, turned me around and spanked me a few times. I just love your ass he said. Hmmm, tonight sounds like fun.

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The Case of Pure Blue Murder

All Rights Reserved © 2021, Rick Haydn Horst

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

IMPORTANT: Be sure to read my the first novel in this series: Hanging the Chimney Hook listed as Millstone Novel 01 before you read this one!

CHAPTER SIX

Millstone’s Sources

When Max and I left the Belcaro for our appointment with Johann, Max had checked the online map for the most efficient path from the club to the motel. From above, we could see a straight shot as my mother from Tennessee would say, “as the crow flies,” providing we found no obstructions like fences, of course. Max held my hand as we jaywalked across Brie Street, and we took the shortcut in a bit of a rush.

“So, Barty died at 6 o’clock this morning,” said Max, “but hit his head around 4 o’clock or so. If you’re correct about when the case was opened, then that must have happened around 4, when the club closed.”

“Right…”

“This Iota person had time after Dante evicted him; do you think he had anything to do with it?”

“There’s no direct evidence, and it could be a complete coincidence, so for now, it’s hard to say. Someone needs to show the remainder of The Crypt’s coven, a photo of Iota to see if anyone recognizes him from last night. But I will say this though, if Iota is involved, he would need to know who received the other cases of Blue Murder well before Marsh died between 1 and 3. He was at the Belcaro making inquiries while we were there about midnight.”

“Oh, yeah,” said Max. “Well, if that’s true, it sounds like someone else killed Marsh later.”–he thought about it for a moment–“Unless… What if Bennet is involved, as Tucker indicated, and he sent people to many clubs to make inquiries in the off chance someone else got their hands on the pills and was selling them? We may just know of Iota because we happened to be there.”

“That’s a thought, clubs are a huge outlet for drugs. If those bottles are full, they could easily hold a million dollars or more in Mollies, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he sent out people to ask around, especially if he wanted to keep how they were transported under wraps. Although, the time of Barty’s death could indicate whoever checked that case at The Crypt might have killed Marsh at the motel when they found out who received the other two cases, but that could also just be a coincidence. The only motive we have for Marsh’s death involves the pills in some manner.”

“If that information was written down on the invoices, why did they beat Marsh before they killed him?”

“For the trouble he caused, maybe? I don’t know. For now, though, let’s focus on the Gerhart Last case. We need to keep our client happy, one bad review on the internet makes lost income.”

During our overland excursion, Max received a phone call from Winter. We had scheduled a meeting with her that afternoon, so Max could tell her that, after considerable thought, he would agree to father her children. She begged our forgiveness for having to move the meeting to late Sunday morning. She said that something had come up, and she had an old promise to keep. It was fine, of course. Chances are we would likely find ourselves pressed for time anyway.

We encountered no obstacles on the way to the motel and passed through six lots, a Japanese restaurant, a gas station with a 24-hour market, a drug store, an empty lot, an insurance agency, and at Bay Boulevard, we emerged from behind a Dungeon Café. The route we took and the speed at which we took it, probably shaved a couple of minutes off our walk. A casual glance toward room 20 told us that forensics had finished their business, they impounded the van, and the police had run several strips of crime scene tape across the door of the room.

Due to the time constraints, we hadn’t had time to eat a proper lunch, and our level of hunger had tempted us to order delivery from our too-busy go-to the Peking Palace, and simply include a note to bring it to the picnic table at the back of The Strop Tonsorium, the location of our meeting with Johann. However, we hadn’t wanted to make any presumptions and figured we probably should keep our meeting with him more formal.

On the way, Tucker texted Max that Gerhardt appeared to have stayed with Dante that night, and he saw him wearing only a blue t-shirt.

“Well, Gerhardt a busy little fucker,” said Max.

“It certainly sounds like it.”

Germans tend to expect punctuality, and that’s something I’ve always appreciated too, so I hadn’t quite driven at breakneck speed to get there, but due to getting stopped by what seemed like every traffic light in Franklin, we were only two minutes early. The moment we left the vehicle, we had detected the scent of barbecued meat, and we heard music coming from behind Bostancı Escort the wooden fence at the back of the building, so I figured something was happening.

I followed Max down the flagstone path at the side of the building, and as I always do at every opportunity, I stared at his tight denim-encased ass–it’s just so beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. I had only cum once that morning, and it was already one o’clock.

The moment Max opened the gate, we discovered a group of about 30 mostly naked leather men having lunch. The barbershop had an entire gathering space there. It held a dozen picnic tables beneath a shelter, with an outdoor kitchen and a grill made of red brick.

We saw Johann, his enormously muscular, hairless naked body on full display. His plump, smooth, and delicious-looking uncut dangler bounced around with every movement. He celebrated Bare as You Dare Day wearing nothing but a pair of mostly transparent tennis shoes. The whole scene was too much for me, and the tickling sensation began making my pants grow tight in the crotch.

“Uh-oh,” I whispered to Max. “I’m getting an erection.”

Max made a quick glance at me. “So, which meat is getting to you most, the meat we can smell or the meat we can see?

“Probably both.”

“Yeah, me too, I’m hungry and horny. Well, you know what to do about your meat.”

“Ah!” Johann exclaimed when he saw us and approached us with a big smile. “Welcome to the Barber-Q! But you are so dressed! Today is a day of letting one’s trousers down, to relax and be comfortable!” He made his cock flop around to make his point. He playfully shook his finger at me. “And you are not shy; this, I know.”

“What happened to your accent?” asked Max. Unlike when we met, we noted he had begun pronouncing his TH’s like Z’s, and his W’s like V’s.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I try, but it is hard for me; in all of English the T and H together, that damn digraph is the most tiring. It’s not natural for me. German has nothing like it, and I must double think everything I say. Come, you must eat with us, and we will talk, ja?”

The men were The Strop’s employees, their friends, their boyfriends, partners, and husbands. We saw big burly bears there, muscle bears, otters, and wolves, a veritable pack of metaphorical animals pleased to meet us, inviting us to lunch, and calling us by name. Master Barbers Mitch and Tony were there, of course, and we finally met Andre. Johann told them we were on the way, so I knew what was coming next, and I didn’t have much choice, as Max pointed out. Trying to sit with a growing erection in my pants is painful for me, and I could no longer use the old trick of hiding it beneath my clothes; I wore shorter shirts, and they fit my torso as they should. The benefit of not doing that, however, meant that it would help stretch my suspensory ligament, and even after two weeks, I noticed that it felt a little looser and my erections looked less vertical. Of course, it helped that Max pulled down on it so often.

One of the men cruelly waved a plate of barbecued steak under our noses saying, “Naked men get delicious Barber-Q.” We were both starving by that point, so with eyes on the plate and inhaling the aroma, Max began removing his clothing. I had no willpower; the food smelled so good, and I hadn’t had barbecue since I lived near Nashville with my parents, so off came the clothing–which was their plan all along–and my cock continued to grow erect. I made sure everyone could see it. I knew that was the payment they sought. It should go without saying that my cockhead hovering near my sternum garnered several calls of the phrase “holy shit” or variations on that theme, and I heard a new one, “Fuck my ass and call me Susie,” but most just stared in silence. One of them asked how big I was, and I seldom give a direct answer to that question. I’m not sure what had possessed me to give specifics that day, but I had. No one asked to touch my cock, probably thinking that would go too far, but a few asked if they could “pet” Max’s golden fur, which made him laugh; no one had ever used that word before.

Max sat on the bench at the table, and before I could join him, he had taken hold of my cock and shoved it into his mouth. I meant it when Max could have it any time, and he wanted it. Suddenly, we had become the show and all eyes were on us.

“Does anyone have a problem with this?” I asked. “Max wants it and I need the relief.”

No one complained, so I took it as a non-issue. I watched the guys around us as Max blew me, and they sat mesmerized and unblinking to see Max take me repeatedly to the root like the handsome show-off that he was. He used his hands to force-feed nearly every inch of me into his gullet, and he had me grunting with every retreat up the shaft. He sucked and slurped my meat like a man savoring the tender juicy flesh on the bone of the longest rib in the world. And when I fed him, he made sure every jet of sauce leaving the end Ümraniye Escort of my schlong, passed through 6 inches of air before it entered his mouth. Max could be a real showman when he had an appreciative audience. As my orgasm died down, he took me into his mouth and cleaned me up. When I kissed him, everyone cheered and clapped their hands thanking us for the show. One man who shook my hand said, “That beats the hell out of dinner theater.”

We had no sink to wash our hands, so once everyone went back to their food, the grill master offered us a couple of hand sanitizing wipes with our grilled chicken, steak, and the usual assortment of side dishes, all of which we accepted gratefully. We sat across from Johann and Mitch.

Max thumbed toward the building. “Is no one minding the store?”

“The shop is closed for lunch,” said Mitch. “We’ll open again later. As you might imagine, we make big tips on Bare as You Dare Day.”

“So, where is Gerhardt?” asked Johann. “He did not come home last night.”

With no apparent concern for privacy, we told Johann what he wanted to know. Where Gerhardt went, who he fucked, and where he stayed. Of course, regardless of how it may have appeared, we could not know if Gerhardt had sex with Dante despite having stayed there.

Johann gave us a bit of their history, so we could understand the significance and have some context. Johann was born in 1987 in Russia and given the name Ivan. His parents were Russian Mennonites who moved to Germany in the early 1990s and changed Ivan’s name to Johann. So, Johann grew up in Germany. Gerhardt was born in 2001. Their parents believed Germany had grown too liberal, so, sponsored by some relatives, their family emigrated to Germantown, Pennsylvania from Germany in 2003, when Johann was 16.

Johann had always kept his attraction to men hidden from them because he knew they weren’t accepting. By the time he turned 18, the Mennonite community encouraged him to begin his Rumspringa. Rumspringa was the time when young Mennonites and Amish go out and experience the modern world and decide if they wish to return to the church and the community. When it ended, if he stayed with the Mennonites, he would have married whatever girl they told him to. However, when Johann left at 18, he never went back. Instead, he moved to a place nearby in Philadelphia designed to help people who wish to leave the Amish and Mennonite community, assisting them to integrate with the rest of the world. He returned to school to get his general education diploma, got a job, and went to barber school. His parents and the Mennonite community shunned him, but he managed to visit his brother in secret. His parents found out, and when they discovered he was moving to Franklin, they forbid him to ever contact them or Gerhardt again, fearing Johann’s influence on his brother, but Gerhart had already known Johann was gay, and Johann had left him his phone number.

Gerhardt called Johann a few days before he arrived in Franklin. He wouldn’t go into specifics, but he told him that once Johann moved to Franklin, his parents weren’t good to him, and wanted to know if he could stay with him in Franklin until he got his own place.

“What might your parents have done to him?” asked Max. “And why would they take you moving to Franklin out on him?”

“My parents grew up in Russia,” he said. “The culture is different there, and they could be harsh. My papa was a stern man who would go too far. If I had come out to him as gay at home, he would have beaten the hell out of me, I think. I don’t know what they would have done to Gerhardt or why, unless they were more critical and suspicious of him because of me, but he is straight as far as I know. He told me when he got here that he would never go back for any reason. He said he hadn’t blamed me for what happened; it was their choices.”

“You said he was different when he arrived,” I said. “How was he different?”

“I don’t know where he has been the last few years, but I suspect he had left home before his Rumspringa. He has money, clothes, the ability to drive, a driver’s license, the car, and worldly knowledge that he would not have if he had just left home.”

“Has he told you where he got the car?”

“He wouldn’t say. It looks brand new. I don’t understand how he could afford such an expensive vehicle.”

Max turned to me. “Given who he was fucking at the club, was the car a gift, maybe?”

“Perhaps a gift,” I said, “or a reward, but for what?”–I took a deep breath–“Well, Johann, your brother is certainly a mystery, but we’ve given you all the information we have. Is there anything else you would like to know?”

“Not for now,” he said. “I think it would take many days of your services to know everything, and I can’t afford that.”

“As our friend, if we happen to incidentally run across anything new, we’ll let you know, but if you want any active investigating, you’ll have to hire us.”

“I appreciate that, and Anadolu Yakası Escort I understand,” he said, and once he had paid us through the online payment service, I had closed the Gerhardt Last case. “By the way, I may see you both again later,” Johann added. “Albert texted me that he would take the detective test today, so we should celebrate tonight on our date, and surely, he will want all his friends there too.”

“You have a date with Albert?” asked Max. “That’s great!”

“Ja, when you told me that he would love another long ride on my riesenschwänz, I called him. I wanted a date last night, but he had a previously scheduled date with Kurt, so we made a date for tonight, and hopefully more in the future.”

“I see,” said Max.

I asked him, “Had it bothered you that he was with Kurt last night?”

“Oh, no, I understand; I find that once you’ve had Albert, he is a hard man to give up. He gave Kurt a let-him-down-easy fuck, I think.”

Max and I both thought the idea amusing. “That’s so kind of him,” I said.

Johann nodded. “Albert is thoughtful like that, ja.”

Tucker’s Journal

I felt famished when I left Wade at the motel, so I drove to The Village to have lunch at Lumberjacks, and the entire time, I could only think about Wade and his “when” he asked me to marry him. He sounded determined to have me (someone who had lived a messy existence) in his relatively structured life where he had a place for everything and everything in its place. I liked the idea that he wanted to make a room for me, but no one had ever wanted me before, not like Wade had. I guess I was just looking for the catch, the problem, the stumbling block, the flaw within me that would cause a problem. I had never known if I tended to worry about a relationship. Over the years, I had given up on ever having one. All that time, the most I would have lost was a willing piece of ass. I had made no real investment, but then neither had they. It scared me that I invested my emotions in Wade, and my hopes, and my desires for the future. If I lost him, I would feel it in a far more personal way than I had with Tommy Haines, and that was bad enough.

Unlike my sadist persona’s appearance, where I just looked rough, a bit dangerous, and as though I were willing to pound some guy’s bubble at a moment’s notice so long as I got to hurt him, a vampire goth persona would require more effort. So, I needed help with it, and I knew who to ask.

It hadn’t mattered to Taylor the tailor if I reciprocated, he had decided that he liked me, and that was that. The man was so amiable, I couldn’t help but befriend him, even if he had foisted his friendship upon me whether I wanted it or not.

The previous Monday, I took Taylor the custom bulletproof vest he made me for Winter’s housewarming–the night Bo Pecker shot me–to have it repaired, and he kindly replaced the damaged alpaca outer panel for free. He enjoyed my account of what had occurred, especially the part where the vest had saved me from serious injury or worse. He had never known whether any of his bulletproof garments had ever saved anyone’s life, and it pleased him to have had a hand in saving mine.

When I entered his shop that Saturday, I found him sewing a button on the blazer of the customer who waited at the counter. He looked up when he heard the entry bells. He smiled at me and told me he would be with me in a moment. Taylor finished the button, the man thanked him, slid into his jacket, and left.

“Sew buttons on for free, do you?” I asked.

“I do for a man who buys all his suits from me like that one. It’s marvelous to see you, Tucker; I’m so glad you’re here. I need to speak to you about something important.”

“I came to you about something important as well, but you go first.”

“Very well. For years, my manager at the main store near the college has told me of the repeated requests for me to design men’s underwear, so I am finally giving in to the demands and branching out a bit. There are so many bad designs out there for men to choose from, but I can do better. I have bought the equipment and hired a few people for the work, but I have one problem. Men seem to have no problem appreciating a suit on a classic torso mannequin with a finial neck cap–like those in my front window–but for underwear, you need a human. So, I have a serious offer. How would you like to be one of my underwear models?”

“What? I know nothing about modeling and all that catwalk stuff.”

“Oh, good heavens, I’m not talking about traipsing down some tired runway. All you would need is to wear what I make, and let a professional photographer take photos for the catalog and advertising. They wouldn’t show your face if you prefer a level of anonymity. I know you have your job with Mr. Millstone, but for you, this could be a great side gig–I believe they call it.”

“I wouldn’t represent your average consumer,” I said. “So, why me?”

“The support and roominess for the underwear are specialized for different sized men. There will be four male models, small, medium, large, and you represent the extra-large end of the scale. But don’t think yours is so unique. I’ve measured a few men with a penis as long as yours, and I’ve measured one man as thick as yours, but yours is the only one I’ve seen with both the length and girth.”

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Sebastian had thought that the two had run out of double penetration positions, but this had been a new one. They were at anchor, preparing for a run into the harbor at Brindisi, Italy, on the east coast heel of the peninsula, having arrived earlier than their berthing time. All three were on the berth in the main cabin, Max, with his head at the forward end of the bed and Jurgen with his head at the aft end. Jurgen’s thighs were on top of Max’s, allowing their cocks to be bundled. Sebastian was crouched over their pelvises, skewered by both cocks, and he was doing the work of rising and falling on the staffs. He was positioned sideways, facing the outer side of the berth. Jurgen had a hand on his buttocks, helping to guide his rise and fall, and Max was fisting Sebastian’s cock.

Although the position was new, double fucking wasn’t, and the three had developed this into a science since sailing away from Malta. They talked each other in, seeking a three-way mutual ejaculation, and coming as close as they ever had to achieving one. Jurgen, the more virile of the two Nordic hunks, retained his hard and had shown he was capable of seconds without going soft and having to build up again, so it was up to Max to disengage and go see to the anchor and start the sail into port.

Sebastian swiveled around, facing Jurgen’s head, and Jurgen grasped his waist and lifted him on and off the cock in the cowboy position until he produced his secondary ejaculation. Still saddled on the Swede’s cock, which was the longer of the two Nordic friends, Sebastian lowered his body on Jurgen’s. This brought his face to where, turned to the hull, he could see out a porthole. What he saw was another sailing yacht, pulling up even with Jurgen and Max’s Little Harbor 75. It was even longer and sleeker than this yacht.

“Sweet,” Sebastian said, admiring the lines of the other sailing yacht. “A Cooksan Performance. Nearly a hundred feet.”

Jurgen turned his head. “Ah, yes. The Greta. We run into it occasionally. You’d like Carlos. He’s got nearly a foot of cock.”

There was a dark man of forty-plus years on the deck of the other yacht. He was lean, swarthy, hirsute–dark skinned, but not African. Sebastian gauged him to be Spanish. If so, he probably was Carlos. There were a couple of other sailors moving around on the deck and a third at the helm, but Carlos was the one not doing any work, so by deduction…

“That’s Carlos on the deck waving over here at Max,” Jurgen said, closing out any mystery. “That’s Greta, the woman sunning herself on top of the cabin, giving her tits a breath of fresh air.”

Sebastian looked at the woman. She looked closer to fifty than forty. Her body was in good shape but there was a strong hint that plastic surgeons had a lot to say about that. She had a hard-looking face, although he supposed the newspapers would consider it beautiful when she had her war paint on, had an evening gown plastered to her body, and was snapped at a charity dinner opening.

“Carlos looks sexy–and capable,” Sebastian said.

Jurgen laughed, knowing that the young man’s eyes had slid right off the woman and gone to the man. “The Speedo hardly holds him in, does it? Interested?”

“I could be,” Sebastian answered.

“He’s old.”

“As long as he’s hung and can keep it up,” Sebastian responded. Jurgen laughed.

Jurgen’s voice then turned more serious. “You know that after Brindisi we sail up to Venice where we winter the boat. Then Max goes back to Hamburg and I go to Stockholm for the winter. We both have jobs we attend to when it’s not summer and we’re sailing.”

“No, I didn’t know that,” Sebastian answered. “We hadn’t talked about that.”

“There’s a ship here in Brindisi. An old passenger ship. It’s a casino now called Benito’s. Anchors just in international waters of the coast. It’s a brothel too. Male-with-male prostitutes as well as other mixes. We could take you out there tonight. I mean you were with the House of Li. You were OK with that, weren’t you?”

“That’s an idea,” Sebastian said. He didn’t have Ümraniye Escort to be hit over the head with a club. The party with the Nordic hunks was coming to a close. He wasn’t being invited to go to either Hamburg or Stockholm. Both cities were on the water, so neither was out of the question with Sebastian. He had to be near or on the sea. But he wasn’t even being invited to sail on from here to Venice. The guys must have run out of double penetration positions.

“It’s been fun,” he whispered, to signal that he understood and accepted.

“Yes, it has. You’re a sweet lay. A real gift from the sea,” Jurgen answered. “And speaking of–“

“Yes, I feel you. You get it up faster than most every man I’ve known.”

Jurgen took that as both a compliment and a challenge. He turned Sebastian from front to back on his cock, a tribute to just how long he was, with Sebastian now stretched on his back on top of Jurgen’s front. Jurgen laced his arms under Sebastian’s pits, trapping Sebastian’s arms above his head, and he laced his legs through Sebastian’s and raised and spread the young man’ legs.

“Fuck yourself,” he muttered, and, in a crab position, Sebastian began raising and lowering his ass on the hard cock, ready to cream him for a third time within the hour–taking a farewell fuck.

Sebastian’s eyes went to the porthole and he watched the sexy Spaniard on the deck of the other vessel, the longer, sleeker Cookson Performance, as it sailed alongside them, bound for the Brindisi harbor. If what Jurgen had suggested was true, the man’s cock also was longer than Sebastian was getting on the Little Harbor 75. Jurgen also hinted that the man gave cock to other men. Where, then, did the woman, Greta, fit into the picture?

Just then, though, Jurgen took over the fuck and went into overdrive, and the working of his cock, stroking hard and deep inside Sebastian, was all that the young man was able to concentrate on.

* * * *

“Sebastian, let me introduce you to Carlos Mendosa. He was on that yacht, the Greta, that raced us into harbor today,” Jurgen said as he and the handsome Spaniard Sebastian had seen earlier in the day came up to them. They were in the salon of Benito’s, the casino ship beyond national limits, off Brindisi.

The man, still looking a bit over forty, but, up close, looking even sexier in a tuxedo, and swarthier and more mysterious than he had standing on the deck of the Greta and waving to Max. He had a dark-haired five-o’clock shadow that looked perpetual no matter how often he shaved, but on him it looked good–more than good. His hair was black and curly, with a lock dipping down on his forehead. The graying at his temples made him look distinguished. He had one gold loop earring and several heavy gold rings on fingers that were long, the knuckles covered with curly black hair.

His eyes were black, piercing, and giving the suggestion that they were undressing you when he looked at you. Certainly, everything he was showing to Sebastian indicated he could eat Sebastian alive.

When Carlos reached out to shake Sebastian’s hand, he didn’t let loose of the young man’s hand, folding his middle finger, which had a heavy gold ring on it, under and rubbing it against Sebastian’s palm. He was signaling he was a top and checking Sebastian’s willingness to submit, which Sebastian quickly did signal by loosely wrapping his fingers around Carlos’s middle finger while Carlos continued to move his finger in and out in the sheath. Carlos smiled at him in recognition that they had established interest, compatibility, and willingness.

Jurgen left the two together. Neither Jurgen nor Max had said they would arrange this meeting, but Sebastian was sure they had–and that they were giving him a chance to get on board the ninety-five-foot Cookson Performance luxury yacht for further adventures.

Carlos didn’t bother to mince words. “Jurgen and Max tell me that you like the cut of my yacht, the Greta.”

“Yes. It’s a Cookson Performance,” Sebastian said. “A real Ümraniye Escort Bayan honey of a sailing yacht.”

“They also said you are a male whore–that you take cock and that you are looking for a new protector. We’re sailing into the eastern Mediterranean, Turkey next. We’ll bypass Greece. If you let me cover you during the cruise, I’ll let you sail with us.”

“I’ve never been to Greece,” Sebastian said. “I intend to go there someday, though.”

The hint was rejected. “I can’t land in Greece,” was all he said as explanation. He immediately followed that up with, “They tell me that you are good at taking cock–in fact that they double you. I, of course, will require a sample before agreeing to take you on the cruise–that is, if you are interested in sailing with me.”

Sebastian stood his ground. “They tell me that you are a foot long. I do like big cock.”

“That’s an exaggeration,” Carlos said, with a laugh. “But not by much. I feel like getting a breath of air. There must be some private nooks and crannies on this ship.”

“Yes, there must be,” Sebastian said. “Shall we look for them?” He wasn’t all that worried. This Carlos seemed a prospect worth pursuing, but he wasn’t the only option Sebastian had. Benito, owner of this floating casino and brothel, had offered to buy him from Jurgen and Max as soon as they had boarded the ship and it had been made clear to him that Sebastian was a male prostitute. But Jurgen and Max had done the right thing–they had said Sebastian was a free agent and could answer for himself.

“But if he decides to sign on with you, we’d be happy to take a finder’s fee,” Jurgen said. There wasn’t any nervous laughter. They all knew he was serious.

Benito turned his eyes expectantly on Sebastian.

“I think these two have enough money,” he said, and then all did laugh politely.

Sebastian had gotten the impression that if they’d agreed to sell him, the pimp would have made the deal and he would be trapped on the tug and enslaved. He was a little leery this might happen even if he accepted Benito’s very generous offer. But at least it was an option. Sebastian didn’t much relish the idea of being virtually a sex slave on a stationary ship in international waters. That left Carlos as an option.

Carlos fucked him and fucked him hard, near the stern of the ship on an iron staircase in the shadows leading up to the next level. He had Sebastian naked–because he wanted to see all that was on offer–and backed into the staircase.

“Let me see your bare ass,” Carlos said when they’d walked into the shadows by the staircase. “And your balls. Let me see your balls. And let’s see how well you suck cock.”

Carlos was trouserless and his shirt was open, revealing that he was lean, but muscular, and hirsute. He was crouched over Sebastian and had the young man in a lip lock, as Sebastian wanted to scream from how the Spaniard was punishing his rim with the gold rings he had on the fingers buried in Sebastian’s ass.

Carlos went down on his knees, hooked Sebastian’s legs over his shoulders, and sucked Sebastian’s cock before moving down and eating his ass out. He was efficient, experienced, and effective, and Sebastian had no trouble moaning for him. What Sebastian did have trouble with, though, was that Carlos then stood and towered over Sebastian as he sat on the stair tread. The man presented a cock that made Sebastian groan and almost hyperventilate as the affirmation that it was as long as advertised. Carlos also wasn’t delicate with it. He wanted to be deep-throated, which Sebastian didn’t think any man would be capable of. He brutally forced it between Sebastian’s lips, dug his hands into Sebastian’s hair, and worked at controlling Sebastian, gagging and gasping for air as much as he could, to take all of it.

Sebastian wasn’t without experience in what to do in this eventuality, although Carlos was cruelly face fucking him. The young man managed to disengage and turn on the stairs, giving Carlos a luscious rear entry to Anadolu Yakası Escort work with. In high heat, Carlos accepted what was offered, covering Sebastian from behind, as the young man was draped up the iron stair treads, mounting him with some effort, as it took a long time and effort for him to bottom out in Sebastian’s channel and he insisted on doing so before he began the pumping, and he fucked the shit out of Sebastian.

Afterward, as they sprawled beside each other on the staircase, Benito came by, backed up by one of his beefy bodyguards.

“You two finding everything you need?” the pimp said dryly.

“We’re doing fine,” Carlos said. “I was just extending an invitation to the young man to take a sail with me to the eastern Med.”

“Sebastian?” Benito asked, looking at the young man. “I was planning to show you the cabin that could be yours. It’s one of our best ones.”

“Thanks, but I was just accepting Mr. Mendosa’s invitation to show me Turkey.”

As if to punctuate the dismissal, Carlos pressed his chest into Sebastian’s, turning his back to Benito and his bodyguard, and resumed fucking the young man in long, slow strokes, as Sebastian hooked his legs on Carlos’s hips, arched his head back, and yawned into a deep moan.

“What happens on my ship is still subject to a house fee,” Benito said to Mendosa’s undulating back. “Be so kind as to check in with the cashier before leaving, Mr. Mendosa.” Then he turned and faded back into the darkness.

* * * *

The next morning, the Greta was anchored off the harbor of Brindisi when Jurgen and Max’s Little Harbor 75 sailed out of the harbor and turned north, to follow the eastern Italian coast up to its winter berth in Venice. Sebastian, naked, was on his stomach, his pelvis slightly raised, on a towel on the cabin roof of the Greta. Carlos was mounted on his ass, fucking him hard and deep, as he had done in one of the Greta’s guest cabins through much of the night. He obviously really liked face fucking men with his gigantic tool, and Sebastian took as much of that as he could while keeping Carlos interested in having him aboard.

The older woman, Greta, was somewhere, tanned to the point of her skin looking like brown shoe leather, and wandering around on the deck below them in bikini bottoms. Sebastian’s face was turned to where he could watch the Little Harbor 75 put out to sea and Max and Jurgen, in skimpy Speedos, dancing around on deck in a nicely choreographed performance of efficiently getting the sailing yacht moving along the desired track.

Sebastian would have waved good-bye to them, except that Carlos had his arms painfully folded behind his back as he pumped Sebastian’s ass with his eleven incher. When Max and Jurgen’s boat was out of view, Carlos came in a flood of cum, rolled off Sebastian’s back, and slapped him on the rump.

“Very nice. We’ll have smooth sailing to Turkey. The cabin we fucked in last night is yours. As you saw it’s got its own head. Clean up and join us in the fantail for lunch. No need to wear anything. Or a Speedo at the most. There are Speedos in the drawers in your cabin. You should know. I’m highly sexed. I’m going to be fucking you a lot–all over the ship. Max and Jurgen said you like that.”

“Yes, I like that,” Sebastian answered. “But the woman, your…”

Sebastian didn’t quite know how to account for the woman or how to act around her.

“Greta? She’s fine with it. I’m her escort. She likes to have a man taking her places. We’re not married. But this is her yacht and we sail on her money. She gives me latitude, so just be deferential to her. If she needs fucked, I’ll fuck her. You needn’t do anything with her. In fact, you try to cut in on her, and I’ll castrate you and throw you overboard. Got that?”

“Got that,” Sebastian answered. And it was OK with him. No one talked to Greta concerning whether it was OK with her, though. She put the moves on Sebastian as they were sailing through the Greek Isles and Carlos was temporarily under the weather–not wanting to even come out of his cabin while they were in Greek waters. But, scared at what Carlos would do if he found out, Sebastian put her off as politely as he could. It apparently wasn’t polite enough with Greta, though. As they approached the Turkish coast, her frustration turned into animus–and there wasn’t a thing Sebastian could think of to do about that.

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I had tried previously to get into Josh’s speedos without success and this year had the same result. However, by now Josh is one of the few people that I’m ‘out’ to and he is kewl with it. I think it was last Tuesday that Josh lined up a night out in town with some Kiwi friends of his and he gave me the heads up that one of the guys is ‘probably’ gay.

Ryan was the ‘probably’ gay guy. Ryan was a kewl guy and he was definitely gay from what I figured but he was str8 acting.

It was a pretty full on night and I didn’t get to spend much time talking to Ryan but since he lives in town here I did give him my number and told him to give me a buzz anytime for some pool or some riding.

To be honest….. I had completely forgotten about Ryan — he was cute that is for sure and he is a Southern Kiwi man (kinda like a Southern US guy — born and bred on the farm, pretty str8 acting and my bet is he could sheer – or share — a sheep). I can’t believe I hadn’t given him much more though because I don’t really know any gay guys in town yet. So last week I get a txt from Ryan saying that he and his boyfriend (yes he wrote boyfriend) were going to shoot some pool and I was welcome to join them.

The pool bar in town is awesome — huge room with a stack of tables and its nice and laid back. I saw Ryan and he introduced me to Jazza who is a real man that is for sure. Short dark hair, goatee (which I normally don’t like but this looked really hot) and a fair bit over 6 foot. We settled in for the afternoon drinking and shooting some pool. Conversation was light and open, Josh had told Ryan that I was bisexual and the three of us talked about how few gay guys there were in town. Around 10pm (we’d been playing pool since 5pm) Jazza and Ryan asked me if I wanted to go back to their place for a few drinks and we’d pick up something to eat on the way home. What do you think I said?

Back at their place we are having a few drinks and in the comfort of their place they acted a lot Anadolu Yakası Escort more like boyfriends — holding hands and stuff.

Ryan did ask me if it bothered me at all. I wasn’t at all and I told them that I hadn’t seen guys being casual like that in ages — prolly since I was in Vancouver out on the town.

As usual conversation turned to sex and we were talking about what we liked. My love for speedos was discussed and Ryan was talking about how he is a bit of an exhibitionist. Jazza agreed with him and they were telling me about places they had nearly been caught. I did comment that I enjoyed voyeurism and I think that was the perfect response…..

Ryan said that he thought it was interested and said that I wouldn’t be offended if they kissed — with that Ryan leant over and started kissing Jazza very passionately. Ryan’s hand was moving up from Jazza’s knee to the crotch of his jeans.

They were rubbing each other and it was hot to see 2 guys going at it in front of you. Maybe 2 minutes after they started I was rock hard in my jeans (I had my new pair of AussieBum wonderjock black speedos on) and I hadn’t even touched my cock. Now Ryan was straddling Jazza and the view of Ryan’s arse with Jazza’s hands massaging his cheeks was really hot.

Now there was room on the couch and I got up to move over there. They both stopped kissing and asked me to sit back down. This shocked me and I was taken back. I started apologising and said that I thought that was where things were going. Then they were apologising for getting carried away and said that they were in a monogamous relationship and were really working hard at gaining each other trust and stuff. Things were getting awkward quickly and I was thinking that I had to try and defuse the situation.

“The three of us are hard so we should at least make the most of it. Would you guys be kewl if I just sat here and watched?”

This was a stab in the İstanbul Escort dark and I wasn’t quite sure how it would go down. Ryan and Jazza looked at each other and kind of half nodded to each other and Ryan said to me “I suppose that can’t hurt. But you aren’t allowed to leave your seat Dave.”

I’m kewl with that.

The tension had been broken with Ryan and Jazza agreeing to let me watch them on the condition that I didn’t leave my chair — I was happy with those rules.

From there they both got stuck into each other. After about 20 seconds of kissing they were both trying to undo each others jeans. They even broke off their kissing for a second to get the buttons undone.

With jeans loosened Jazza’s hands moved from Ryan’s arse to inside Ryan’s jeans. By now I could tell that they were both wearing boxers and it was time for me to loosen my jeans. I undid my belt, button and zipper and started rubbing my cock through my AussieBums. These new wonderjock speedos lift my nuts up and there is very little room for an erect cock in there and the head of my cock was pushing at the waistband of my speedos. I had no choice but to untie the drawstring and pull the top of my speedo down under my balls.

While I was doing this Jazza had pulled down Ryan’s jeans to around his knees. Just as I gripped my exposed, hard cock Ryan was forced to stand up and remove his jeans completely.

During this pause both Jazza and Ryan looked over at me with my cock in my hand. There was some comments about how much Dave is enjoying the show and Ryan’s shirt and boxers joined his jeans on the floor. Standing completely naked infront of me Ryan told Jazza to get up and get his clothes off too which Jazza was more than happy to comply with.

This time Ryan was sitting on the couch and Jazza was straddling him. I had a fantastic view of Jazza’s arse (which was very smooth) and the backside of his balls which were equally as smooth from Ümraniye Escort my angle.

After a few minutes of rubbing each other Ryan asked me if I would pass over the lube and condoms which were in the draw next to where I was sitting. I was more than happy to help and I had to release my grip which was probably a good thing considering how close I was getting to orgasm myself.

Now I have never ever seen anything as erotic as what happen nexted. Ryan put on the condom and Jazza lubed it up — then Jazza sat on Ryan’s cock and I had the best seat in the house. Right in front of me was two guys fucking. By the speed in which Jazza sat down on Ryan’s cock I figured that these guys had done this before and once Ryan’s cock was in — it was on. Jazza was pounding away at Ryan’s cock and Ryan’s hands were spreading Jazza’s arse to give me an ever better view.

I was really close to cumming now and I had to stop myself from cumming then and there. I gripped the base of my cock and just played with my balls for a couple of minutes while Jazza continued riding Ryan.

Jazza then turned around and asked me if I was going to cum with them and that they were both getting close.

I started stroking my cock again and I was really going for it. It didn’t take long but Jazza was the first to cum (he was stroking his cock which was something that I couldn’t see that well). I could see Jazza’s arse cheeks tighten and then pulse as he was cumming all over Ryan’s chest.

Then I started cumming all over myself. I had a good load of cum and since I was sitting down it went all over my hand and down into my speedo. It was pretty much at the same time that Ryan started moaning as he came.

That was intense I can tell you. After that there wasn’t much small talk — I packed myself back into my AussieBum speedo and did up my jeans. By the time I got home I could feel my own cum down the inside of my legs. I was so turned on by the night that I stripped off my jeans and knelt on my bed with my cum soaked AussieBums and came again.

Then I had a LONG shower to clean up the mess.

I got a txt from Ryan earlier today asking me what I was doing later in the week so it sounds like they enjoyed the experience as much as I did — I’m more than happy to watch that any day!!!

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“Dad! Dad! Daaaaaaad!” Aidan shouted from the pool. All the waving and yelling would’ve sent the kid straight to the bottom if Kase wasn’t standing there, making sure he stayed on his back.

Aidan wouldn’t stop hollering until Seamus acknowledged him, so Seamus paused his conversation with Will and Scott and waved. It doesn’t matter how many times a parent says ‘can’t you see I’m talking?’. Yes, they can see you. No, they don’t care. At some point it becomes easier to just give the kid what he wants.

Seamus grinned at Aidan’s too tight goggles and hilariously adorable nose clip. Could the poor kiddo even breathe? Must have because he smiled just fine, waved enthusiastically, and went back to learning to swim like he hadn’t just made a scene just for a little attention.

The proud dad couldn’t help but watch as Aidan mastered his swim skill. The kid was a natural. That wasn’t a statement made lightly or out of bias. Kase, who might have played football in college but he had been swimming competitively since he was eight, agreed. So much so, he was spending his entire vacation in the water with Aidan because he knew Aidan had a gift that needed nurturing.

Aidan switched to the front stroke, and Seamus was all but forgotten. He made his way to the other side of the pool where Jay was lounging, waiting for him to return with his refill.

“Thanks!” he said as he took his iced coffee and offered his knuckles for a bro tap. “Where’s Matt? I haven’t seen him for a while.”

Seamus took a sip of his iced tea and settled into the lounge chair. It was hot. Really hot. Lucky for them it wasn’t too humid, making it the best time of year to vacation.

“He’s napping. I imagine he’ll be up soon.”

Jay grinned and made some weird grabbing motion with his hands. He looked like a gremlin plotting to steal something valuable. Seamus laughed. “What the fuck are you doing? You look like an idiot.”

“I’m getting ready.”

“He won’t want to be around you if you’re weird.”

“Whatever,” the giant scoffed. “He loves me. I’m his favorite.”

“Not in those shorts you’re not.”

Jay looked at his neon floral shorts, then at Seamus, totally offended. “These are amazing.”

“They’re terrible.”

“Loren likes them,” he rationalized.

“Loren gets paid to show the world he’s wearing them. Extra points if his famous boyfriend is matchy matchy.”

Jay eyed Seamus, then smirked. “You’re jealous.”

“Of what?”

“Of how cute Loren and I are in our matchy matchy outfits. You want to be matchy matchy with Matt. Don’t deny it.”

“Did you call me over here to annoy me? If so, I’ll go back to Will and Scott. They were being nice.”

“Don’t be lame. I actually wanted to talk to you about something important.” Jay conveniently paused and took a drink of his iced coffee just to annoy Seamus. But Seamus didn’t give in, which annoyed Jay. “We’ve decided to move here,” he finally said. A bit bummed at that lack of want from his friend. Where was the joy in holding juicy information if the person would not beg?

“What! Really?” Seamus couldn’t hold back his grin.

“Don’t seem so surprised. With the business getting ready to launch, it was a no brainer. I need to be here. And more than that, I want to be here.” There was nothing but conviction in his voice. He had made up his mind and there was no changing it.

“What about Loe? Is he onboard?”

Jay’s eyes flashed over to his lover. “Yeah, he sees the advantages. It makes sense from a business perspective.”

“And from a personal perspective. Did he turn you down again?”

Jay shot him a look that said ‘stop’. Seamus couldn’t let it go. Jay was his best friend. “Is he really so against marriage?”

“You’ve seen him turn me down more than once.”

“It’s not like you were serious when you asked him.”

Jay turned his head and looked at Seamus, one brow reaching the sky. “I’ve been dead serious since day one. You know it, he knows it, everyone knows it.”

It was crazy to Seamus. Why would anyone be hesitant when it came to Jay? The guy was the platinum package. Seamus sometimes wondered if Loren was even good enough. Matt seemed to think so, but Seamus wasn’t convinced.

“Loe and I talked a lot about the future and what that looks like. It doesn’t involve kids of our own and that was hard for me. It was also a willing sacrifice for the man I love. But I need to be an uncle. I want sleepovers and car rides and ice cream trips. So, as much as moving closer to you is for the business, it’s for me. It’s for us.”

“And Loren’s okay with that?” he asked. “I know he was pretty set on staying.”

Jay grinned. It was cocky, a little smug, like he had the most desirable secret. “He has a hard time admitting it, but Loren loves being an uncle. He loves being part of a family.”

“Why would that be hard to admit?”

“Because foster care can mess with a kid. He might not want a kid of his own, but you should İstanbul Escort see him every time you drop the boys off. He transforms. He wants what I want. He wants nephews to love on. So we’re both putting our houses on market in Washington and looking for something here.”

Seamus reached over and squeezed Jay’s hand. His friend had always wanted the American dream with the spouse, the picket fence, and the two-and-a-half kids. Giving up a big part of that had to be devastating, but it was no surprise he’d do it for the man he loved.

Truth be told, Seamus couldn’t be happier. He wanted his friend near. And since Matt and Loren had become close friends, the proximity could only enrich their lives.

“Well, you won’t find me trying to talk you out of it. We’d love having babysitters that live right down the street.”

“Speaking of–” Jay nodded toward the house with a larger-than-life grin.

Matt was standing behind the wall-to-floor glass door, holding Carson. The pair had deep creased lines from the hard afternoon nap and were rocking the same not-quite-awake look.

Matt caught his eye and smiled. It was lazy and sleepy and did all sorts of things to Seamus’s stomach. Matt pointed to Seamus and said something to Carson. He grabbed the one-year-old’s hand and made him wave at his dad. Having barely been awake for two minutes, Seamus’s little doppelganger couldn’t handle the attention and bashfully burrowed his face into Matt’s chest, making all three men smile.

Seamus rubbed his chest. His heart was beating funny as Matt brought their newest addition over.

Jay was doing that creepy-gremlin-hand-grabbing thing again. It looked less creepy now that Carson was in view. The way the retired football player looked at his nephew was akin to hero-worship. Strange how roles can change so easily. He couldn’t take his eyes off the tiniest redhead.

“C’mere my sleepy tater tot,” he cooed. Like he couldn’t bear to look away, he kept watching the incoming duo as he spoke to Seamus. “I still can’t get over how much he looks like you. It’s freaky. Did you pay extra for a carbon copy?”

Seamus laughed. “That’s not how it works, dumbass.”

Carson grinned and leaned toward Jay with gusto. The move was so swift that Matt almost lost his grip. Jay lunged forward, just in case. Even though he was safe, Jay still took him. As happy as Carson was to be with his uncle, he had just woken up and was still sleepy and not ready to people. Carson was quick to lay across Jay’s chest and watched everyone.

There was certainly plenty to watch. Vacation had transformed drastically over the years. It went from just the boys to a whole out-of-control situation. It started with the addition of Matt and Aidan, then Will’s girlfriend. It tumbled downhill after that. They were at the point where they stopped keeping track of how many people were there, but Kase was in the pool with Aidan, Hilary was in the house prepping dinner, Brad was on his third round of volleyball, Jay’s closest friends/teammates were scattered with their kids, and Loren’s friends were milling around with theirs.

“If you guys are set, I’m going to sneak off. I need a break,” Matt said. “I’m exhausted.”

“You just woke up.”

Oh Jay. Seamus leaned back with a grin and sipped his iced tea. He loved his front row tickets to the Jay and Matt show.

“Don’t start. Last time you took the boys, you had bags under your eyes that rivaled the Kardashian’s luggage,” Matt deadpanned, trying to drop Jay with a look as well.

“Carson was six-weeks old and Aidan had allergies. He was up all night snoring!”

Matt made a face, mocking Jay for his line of excuses. Blah blah blah, kids are so hard, blah blah blah.

When the two got together, they acted like twelve-year-olds. Seamus lived for it.

Carson smiled. The banter was not new. He and Aidan found it funny. Mostly Aidan. He loved it when Matt and Jay battled it out.

Since Jay was bickering with Matt, Seamus stole Carson and laid him across his chest. Matt was quick to notice the change and, without breaking from their back-and-forth, rolled the giant umbrella from Jay to Seamus.

“Are you serious?” Jay whined. “There’s five other yardbrellas and you steal mine? Right there!” he pointed to an umbrella that sat less than ten feet away. “There’s one right there and you took mine?”

“These two are redheads, they obviously need it more than you. Don’t be selfish, Jay. It’s not cute.”

“Hello, I’m blonde. Blondes have fair skin. Just ask Shawn. Where’s Shawn?” He looked around for his uber smart teammate that had stats on literally everything. “He’ll back me up.”

Matt adjusted the umbrella so Seamus and Carson were protected from the sun. “Sure, some blondes have fair skin but you don’t. Just a fair personality that needs protecting.”

Seamus burst out laughing and Jay’s mouth dropped at the betrayal.

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Jay grumbled his displeasure as he settled back in the chair. Matt kissed Seamus and Carson then left for his alone time. He didn’t go far, just the other side of the pool where Kase would end up when he finished with Aidan.

Speaking of, Aidan looked up at that moment and spotted his dad and brother. He was quick to break away from Kase to the pool ladder. He climbed out quickly, water rushing off his shorts and onto the hot concrete.

Seamus braced himself for impact. When Aidan came at him, he came hard. No consideration for things like his baby-maker. Heaven forbid they want a third or a fourth down the road. He shifted Carson out of the danger zone. Sure enough, Aidan flew onto Seamus’ lap, making him double over with a loud ‘ooofph’.

Carson started whining. Not only had he been jostled from his rest, but his older brother was wet and cold. Not something he wants to deal with after a leisurely afternoon nap.

“Hi Brother!” He said with a pinch too much enthusiasm. He wrapped one arm around his little brother and peppered his face with kisses. Aidan had been waiting hours for Carson to wake up. “You want to go swimming with me? I can teach you. I can back swim and hold my bwef!”

Aidan kept talking to his brother and touching his face and his cheeks and his nose. Carson’s grumpies instantly disappeared and he smiled and giggled at the affection.

Sometimes, Aidan lacked the Midas touch but Carson never seemed to mind, not even when Aidan wanted to carry him around like a sack of potatoes. Where Aidan was in the ninetieth percentile, Carson was in the tenth. The kid was tiny. Perfect life-size toy for Aidan.

Will and Scott pulled their chairs over and joined in. They were both married but Seamus was the only one of the board members with kids. It was quiet for a few minutes as the boys settled into a cute snuggle ball as everyone watched with great fondness.

Eventually, Will broke the calm silence. “Aren’t you glad you never gave up?”

Seamus chuckled to himself as he looked at the mop of wet brown hair and the mop of messy red sleep-tousled hair. Was he glad he hadn’t given up?

It wasn’t that he’d given up, he just knew the legal system wasn’t likely to favor him. Not when the Jacobson’s had so much money and clout.

It was Matt who pushed the issue. It was Matt who had fought when Seamus wasn’t sure if it was worth it. When things kept dragging on and the first year passed and then the next, and things still were in turmoil, it was Matt who made Seamus want to fight.

Was he glad he had Matt by his side? Was he glad he trusted Matt after being burned so hard? Was he glad that Matt knew how to push without making Seamus feel like a failure?

“So glad,” he responded.

“I still think Mike got off easy,” he said, then growled something that sounded like pansy ass under his breath.

Scott shrugged. He wasn’t a lawyer but he worked at a law firm and had helped Matt and Seamus flesh out the options when it was time to discuss the dreaded plea deals. “Here’s the thing, as I’ve told you before, Mike could’ve gotten fifteen years but likely would’ve been out in half that. In the meantime, Seamus wouldn’t have seen much, if any, restitution. Once Mike got out and found a job, not making nearly what he was before because he’s a felon, he’d have his wages garnished and Seamus would get four to six hundred dollars a month if he was lucky. Basically, Seamus would never see the money that was stolen. Especially if Mike decided to file bankruptcy, which is likely. Does it suck that Mike is only serving seven? Yes. But in exchange for a reduced sentence, he had to liquidate literally everything within a year to pay Seamus back.”

Will stood up. It was his turn. He carefully snatched Carson from Seamus’s chest then sat back down. Carson was more awake now, sitting up and smiling. “Yeah, but Mike stole over $1 million and Seamus only got back $750,000. That doesn’t seem fair.”

“Would you rather Mike be in jail for fifteen but Seamus only gets back $6k a year with the possibility of nothing? Not only that, Mike would never fully be out of his life because the restitution would go on forever? At least Seamus got a bulk of the money back and he doesn’t have to think of Mike again because everything is done.”

Jay held out his phone and smiled when Aidan was quick to ditch his dad. “I agree with Scott,” he said as Aidan settled on his lap and effortlessly opened the phone, quickly finding his favorite app. “A perfect situation is one where none of this happened. But it did. I think if you factor in all the outcomes, Seamus came out ahead.”

“And if you go one step further,” Scott added. “The $1.1 million that he’s owed, includes what was stolen with the help of Gale and Richard. I think I speak on behalf of every law firm in the country Maltepe Escort Bayan when I say we were shocked when the judge made the Jacobson’s transfer their business and all related assets to Seamus.”

“The business was started and funded directly from the money they stole from him. Therefore it should be his,” Will huffed, rather indignantly.

Scott lifted his hands to calm his friend. Will had been, by far, the most emotional one during the whole ordeal. He was quick to react and slow to reason. “I don’t disagree. It was just a unique verdict. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a judge make a call like that. And I’m not complaining, it’s in Seamus’s favor. It’s an established business that will grow quickly now that he and Jay have a plan for it.”

Gale and Richard used the stolen money to start a wholesale coffee business. The ironic part was, they managed to sell the product back to Seamus. The grounds he used at Coffee|Bar was their product.

Only now it was Seamus’s. Well, Seamus, Matt, Jay, and Loren. They were converting the Coffee|Bar into the flagship of what would become a popular coffee house franchise.

Loelife Cafe

The grand opening was slated in three weeks time and was already generating an insane amount of publicity. It was going to be big. Epic. Seven more locations were already in the planning stages. Some further along than others.

With Loren and Jay’s branding fame, Seamus’s business degree, and Matt’s eye for finances, they would be unstoppable.

Gale and Richard were sentenced to four years but would probably serve two. Not only had they suffered a public trial where they had to give the business back to the ex-son-in-law that they loathed, but several businesses, including their coveted country club, cut ties with them. Turned out, very few of the elite wanted to rub elbows with sleazy felons.

“It turned out the way it turned out,” Seamus finally said. It seemed everyone else had more opinions on the outcome than he did. “All I care about is building something so big that when they get out of jail, they lose sleep knowing that everything I have–everything I built–is a direct result of what they tried to take away.”

****

Dinner was a grand affair. A surprise grand affair that had thrown Seamus off guard. He was pretty sure Matt was behind it, but really, it could’ve been anyone.

They celebrated their victory over evil and rejoiced that everything was finished. After years, things were finally resolved and moving forward in a big way.

Afterward, everyone migrated to the patio. It was late but not dark. Giant tiki torches were stationed around the patio and pool area. Loren set up a large table for drinks which he personally made while his friend filmed.

Toffee nugget martini, a peach sour whiskey bomb, and a mexican coffee with a twist. Don’t ask Seamus what the twist was but people were loving it. Maybe it was coconut. That could be good.

Aidan was carrying Carson the way a kid carries a cat–seconds from slipping out of his arms.

Matt was milling around the group, talking to everyone, smiling. Oh god was he smiling. He had a killer smile that never got boring. Matt was clueless as Seamus watched him; his eyes tracking every move.

Matt spotted Aidan holding Carson and quickly made his way over and rescued his youngest. Aidan pouted and followed his dad, stomping. He loved his brother so much it was a problem sometimes. One that had gotten Aidan into a lot of trouble, especially when Carson was much smaller and oh so fragile. Aidan fancied himself a strong and capable brother.

Now that everyone had drinks and Loren could relax, Matt was quick to give Loren a gift in return. Carson. The once reluctant-to-hold-babies had really come into his role as an uncle. And thanks to him, the kids were semi famous. They even had their own hashtags #aidopotato and #littlecarsontot because he was their little tater tot.

Aidan crossed his arms and hrmp’d when Carson got handed off. “Uncle Lowen! I want to be held too!” And so Loren picked him up. A kid on each hip was a move Seamus was very familiar with. Aiden was almost too big to be carried, but Seamus treasured every strained muscle. Kids grew up too fast.

Seamus was happy. Things were good. Great. There was nothing he would change if he could. He had a great husband, two happy kids, a wonderful father-in-law, and the best group of friends anyone could ask for. If only he could freeze time and keep it right where it was.

He watched his perfect life. His husband, his kids, his friends. He watched as Aidan ran and jumped into Jay’s arms while Matt bopped Carson’s nose. He and Loren talked for a minute before the pair took the kids and disappeared. Then Matt looked at Seamus and smiled. He crooked his finger, summoning Seamus. The look was one Seamus was familiar with, one he lived for, one that turned his bones to liquid.

It absolutely did not matter that he was mid conversation with his friends. He’d been in Mexico for a week, sharing a room with their two kids.

Sharing a room. With two kids.

His friends would understand. In fact, they’d insist. They’d kick his ass towards his husband in a heartbeat.

“What did you do?” Seamus asked as he neared his husband.

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In 1971 I was a freshman in junior college in Chicago. I was skinny, 145 or so, 5 feet 6 inches. I was a non-drug using hippy, with long black hair that was clean but unkempt. I took an art appreciation class for its very easy A. The assignment was to write an essay about a twentieth century painting. Since the Art Institute has a great collection I picked the famous pointillist masterpiece, Georges Seurat’s A Sunday on La Grande Jatte. I figured that I’d sit and study it until I saw something worth writing about, other then the number of dabs of paint it took to create it. I was sitting across from the painting taking notes on this and that. How about the children or the animals? Why were there no little boys, just little girls? What was with the monkey and the dogs? Perhaps there was something about the water and the way it was so calm even though the wind was blowing and filling the sails of the boats.

“I see you are studying La Grande Jatte. It is an engaging painting. Did you notice that none of the faces are fully formed? Did you notice how flat all the figures are rendered?”

“Why no, but now that you mention it I see what you mean.”

I turned to look at the person who was so very helpful. He was round, about 240 and taller then me, about 5’9″. Judging by his thinning hair I figured him to be 55 or 60.

“Can I join you an the bench?”

“Sure, have a seat.”

He sat down and we continued to talk about the painting and my assignment. As he talked he moved closer to me so that our conversation would not bother the other people looking at the painting.

He said, “You could compare this painting to classical Roman relief sculpture. Both try to render figures in two dimensions so it is fair to compare Seurat’s solution to a Roman master sculptor. There are fine examples in another gallery. Would you like to see it?”

“That seems like a short walk to an A. Lead on.”

We walked to the Greek and Roman gallery. As we did so he touched my shoulder to direct me. This gallery was empty of other visitors, why would you go here when there were so many great paintings to see in the other parts of the museum. We stopped at the Fragment of a Sarcophagus (Coffin).

“See how these figures are fully formed. Not only can you see the center figure’s penis, you can even see his pubic hair. Look at the figures on the left. It seems that the standing man is holding the seated man’s hand. Do you see what I mean? Seurat doesn’t have anything like this level of detail.”

Not wanting to seem unsophisticated, I told him I saw the things he was showing me.

“You seem interested in classic art. I have a book or two on the subject. Of course the books go into more detail about both the art and the social relationships in Greece and Rome. Since both cultures had an open relationship to sex and nudity the books may be too strong for you but if you would like to see them we could go there now.”

“But I just met you and don’t know your name or where Maltepe Escort you live.”

“That is easily corrected. I’m Dan and I live on Clark St. near the Dearborn “L” stop. Now be fair and tell me your name and where you live.”

“I’m Sam and I live near the Loyola “L” stop on the same line as your stop.”

Again not wanting to appear unappreciative of Dan’s help and not feeling threatened by a 55 year old fat guy I accepted his offer.

“OK. Let’s head over to the “L”.

We left the museum and walked the three blocks to the train. As we did Dan asked if I had a girlfriend. While I had girlfriends in the past, I didn’t have one at that time. He asked if I had any boyfriends. I told him about the guys I played poker with every other week. We went down to the trains and when we boarded Dan directed me to a seat so that I was next to the window and he was on my left. The seat was such that Dan’s thigh was pressed against my leg. To get comfortable Dan put his arm behind my back. Since the train is noisy we sat in silence till we got to his stop. He directed me to the stairway. We left the station and Dan directed me to his car.

It was a short drive to Dan’s apartment. He opened the lobby door and as I walked past him I thought I felt him pat my ass. It seemed odd but I figured that it was just an accident. When we got to his first floor apartment door he opened it and asked me to take off my shoes so that he could keep the carpet clean. I had friends whose mom asked the same thing so I took off my shoes.

“Come on in and have a seat on the sofa. Would you like a Coke or something?”

“Coke would be fine, thanks.”

He went into the kitchen and returned with glass filled with ice and a Coke. I took a drink and thought that it tasted funny. Perhaps it was an off-brand of cola.

“Let me go get the book I promised. While you are looking at it I have some things to do in another room.”

Dan returned with a book entitled “Roman Art and Life.” He handed it to me and as expected he left to do whatever he needed to do. I paged through the text until I came to the illustrations. They started out with Roman pottery that featured naked men drinking and throwing javelins. The next page shocked me. Instead of more classic art it was a photo of two men. They were in togas, one was much older then the other, I’d say 55 and 19. The shocking thing was that they were kissing. The older man was kissing the younger one and their mouths were open. The next picture was a close up of the kiss with full view of their tongues. I turned the page and saw that the younger man was opening the older guy’s toga. He had his hand on the old guy’s cock which was rock hard. I noticed that my cock was likewise rock hard.

As I turned the pages the action got more intense. Both men got naked and were stroking each other while kissing. Then the younger man was down between the old guy’s legs and licking his dick. Just then Dan came back Tuzla Escort into the living room. He had changed his clothes and was wearing a robe. He walked over to where I was sitting sat down on my left and put his arm around my shoulder.

“What do you think of my book? Do you find it exciting?”

Dan’s left hand reached for my lap. “I see you do find it exciting.”

I was feeling relaxed and my mind was moving slow. Dan’s right hand moved from my shoulder to my head and he turned my face toward him. “Time to try what the men were doing in the first picture.”

“What, throwing javelins?

“No silly, kissing.” He kissed me on the lips. His tongue brushed against my mouth and I opened it. His tongue was dancing with mine as his mouth covered mine. His hand squeezed my cock and it shot out a load of cum into my pants.

“What an excited reaction. Looks like we have to get you out of these wet clothes.”

Dan stood up and helped me stand. My legs were wobbly and my head was spinning as he led me into the bedroom. Dan pulled my tee shirt over my head and unbuckled my pants. He pulled them down and I stepped out of them. Dan took them into the bathroom to dry and I just stood there, naked and my cock was hardening again.

“Look at you. Ready for more.” Dan took me in his arms and his kiss was passionate. He took my hand and moved it into his robe and onto his cock. I felt him move and harden, Dan kept on kissing me as I stroked his cock.

“Let’s get into bed.” I lay on the bed on my back and Dan lay next to me. “God but you are a hot one. Here stroke me some more. Would you like to get a closer look at my cock? I’ll lie on my back so you can get a better look.”

Since Dan was taller then me and had quite a belly I had to move down toward his cock. It was long and skinny with a mushroom head. Dan put his hand on my head and pushed me closer.

“Do you hear my cock calling to you, Sam? It is asking you to please kiss me. Kiss the head. Have you ever done this before? No? I thought as much. Just keep kissing and licking. That’s right, from the base to the head, lick and kiss. Now my balls. Lick my balls. Are you touching yourself? You are. That is so hot.”

I could not believe how excited I was from feeling a cock in my mouth. I wanted to please Dan. I wanted his pleasure to mount. As his breath got faster I stroked my cock faster too. As he moaned, I moaned too. He held my head in his hands as his cock pumped in and out of my mouth. I stroked myself at the same pace as his cock.

“Go ahead and cum when you want to. Feel my pleasure run from my brain to my cock and into your mouth. Feel my pleasure in your brain and your cock. Cum for me. Cum from your worship of my cock.”

My orgasm hit me hard as my cum shot out of my cock and onto Dan’s bed. I was moaning with pleasure, like I never experienced before. Satisfaction coursed through my mind and Dan pulled his cock from my mouth. Dan still had not ejaculated Anadolu Yakası Escort and he was still very hard. I wondered what I could do to please him and have him feel as satisfied as I felt. I did not have to wait long to find out what Dan had in store for me.

I moved up next to Dan as we lay in bed. My head had cleared and I was feeling relaxed and curious as to what would happen next. Dan rolled over and kissed me again. My cock which should have been as relaxed as I felt, jumped to attention.

“You are one horny guy. Sex between men is about pleasure, yours and mine. It is obvious that you are getting a great deal of pleasure from our sex and I am too. I feel my pleasure flowing from my touch to you, from my mouth to you and from my cock to you. I feel your pleasure rising from my touch, kisses and cock. Now it is time for my pleasure to flow from me into you. I could have it flow into your mouth and stomach but I want to change you forever. So my pleasure will flow from my cock into your body. Have you ever played with putting things in your ass?”

“No, I never did. I never even thought about it.”

“Do you trust me to care for your pleasure even if it may start off uncomfortable?”

“I don’t know why I shouldn’t trust you, you have surprised me all day.”

“Good. Lay back and open your legs. I am going to put some cool lotion on you and in you. I think that you will like this more than you know.”

I felt Dan’s hand on my asshole. The lube he was applying had a numbing agent too. Dan applied a generous amount of lube and then his finger went inside me. It was a shock but not painful. He played with my hole, sliding a finger in and then deeper each time. My cock jumped each time he went deeper into me. I closed my eyes and started to hump back onto his finger.

“You are so ready for me. Just breathe as I touch you. There. That’s my cock against you. I feel you wanting more. Breath out as I push into you. Give yourself over to me and the pleasure you feel. That’s it. Breath out again. Feel me inside you. Open for me like a flower bud. Open to me and my pleasure. Open to me as I move in you. Give me your pleasure as mine moves in you. You should see the look on your face of absolute desire. You want more of me. I will give you more of me. More of me. My pleasure is building and won’t wait long. Now. Now it is shooting into you.”

When Dan said he was shooting he leaned to me and kissed me hard. I felt his belly against my cock as he moved faster. The friction and the sensation of his warm liquid pulsing into me sent me into my third and most powerful orgasm. I seemed to have passed out for a moment since the next thing I knew Dan was wiping the semen from my ass and belly.

“You sure that this was your first time? You made love to me like you’d been wanting for this to happen your whole life.”

“I don’t know about that but I have not ever felt this satisfied by any sexual event before.”

Dan kissed me and said that I had to go home. He gave me his phone number and told me to call anytime that I wanted to check out his other art books. I dressed and kissed him as I left his apartment. I walked to the train and got back to my room. I did write my paper about Seurat and Roman master sculptor and got an A.

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Louis and I temporarily shared an apartment that was theoretically his but one he kindly allowed me to share when I found myself without a roof over my head mid-summer of one year a long time ago. We divided the chores and split the expenses so it was a win/win, and we enjoyed each other’s company making it easy for both of us. We both worked so we couldn’t hang out during the day, each having responsibilities and, more importantly, bills to pay but we did spend most evenings together.

One typical Friday evening we did the usual: clean up after work and then he and I went for dinner and a few beers at one of the local bars. Not very exciting but at the time it was fun since we always ran into other people we knew and it made for good times. Usually we laughed a lot and it was fun being silly with a good friend.

When we got home one hot summer night, we sat around the living room in our shorts due to the heat and lack of air conditioning in this room. We smoked a little Hawaiian grass that Louis was cultivating in a large pot on the bedroom windowsill, a weed that he swore had mystical properties, and drank another beer before bed. After a short time the heat, and the weed, got to us so we wrapped up the evening and called it a night.

The sleeping arrangement that we had was that Louis had the bedroom with its queen-size bed while I had the pull-out bed from the couch in the living room. His apartment, his bedroom so to speak, and there was no argument in that regard. However, the bedroom had the one window-mounted air conditioning unit which made it prime space in the summer heat. I envied his luxury. Louis insisted upon keeping the room like a meat locker where the temperature rarely made it above 60° Fahrenheit and while he liked it that way, few other people could tolerate it for long. His girlfriend would spend the night once or twice a week and usually slept in a robe with socks on her feet. It was rough.

After getting myself comfortable, or as comfortable as was possible, I found myself lying naked in bed perspiring; I found it impossible to get to sleep, tossing and turning, suffering quietly. When Louis opened the bedroom door and kindly asked if I wanted to sleep in the bedroom and enjoy the benefit of the air conditioning, I found it difficult to say no. I knew that I might suffer frostbite by morning but it was a risk worth taking and it would be nice to feel cold sheets and cool air again.

The problem for a non-polar individual in a situation like this is one of warmth and trying to maintain a body temperature that does not border on hypothermia. Little by little, in the afterglow of the Hawaiian weed, I found myself inching backward towards the only source of warmth I could find; thankfully, Louis was already sleeping and didn’t care. Eventually, Louis even rolled onto his side, facing me, and we joined in a classic “spoon” position, with Louis’ arm over mine at the elbow.

After sleeping lightly for a while, I woke to find us still in the spoon. My arm was folded upon my chest with my fingers caressing my nipple. In the dark sleepy daze, it was extremely pleasurable Pendik Escort to be spooning in bed with someone, skin touching skin, having a nipple caressed even though it was my own fingers doing the caressing. I remembered the times that I did this with a woman, my arm around her, my fingers lightly teasing her nipple, and how she enjoyed the pleasure that it brought her.

In a short time I felt Louis move slightly, adjusting his position but not pulling away. In my dreamy state I shifted my arm over his with my hand now covering his, and his fingers placed onto my firm nipple. It only took a few minutes in this position for me to begin to feel the gentle movement of his fingers, sending tingling sensations throughout my body. I signaled my acceptance of his actions by softly pushing backward and rotating my butt ever so slightly. I pictured myself from a woman’s perspective, trying to imagine the sensations that she felt and mimic the experience. Surprisingly, Louis seemed to be drawing me in towards him as well and he continued softly rubbing my nipple, clearly becoming aroused in the process. I could feel the beginning of his erection poking the crack of my bare butt, a sensation that was so extremely pleasurable that it sent me deeper into my personal dreams.

While holding me tightly in this position, Louis began to move his pelvis back and forth, gently pushing his penis deeper between my legs with each stroke. I knew that at one point he would adjust his position and I would experience his penetration and this prospect was as unsettling as it was desirable. We were close friends sharing an apartment and I did not want anything to disturb this relationship, but I also wanted to feel him inside me and the pleasure that came along with it. Somehow, I believe that Louis felt my trepidation since he slowly stopped his movements and simply lay quietly on his side, eventually drifting off to sleep and ending our encounter. I did the same.

The next day, Saturday, Louis worked a half day while I had no specific plans. He got up as usual, took a shower and had coffee for breakfast. I was awake and told him that I was staying in bed as he got ready to leave thereby eliciting an obscene reply.

I laid in bed for quite a while replaying the night in my mind but could not conjure a clear picture of the events. I believed that it was real but I could not figure it out even though I was a major participant. It was very strange and what made it more so was the fact that I felt uncomfortable about raising the question with Louis. He had gotten up as usual, seemingly unphased and made no comment before leaving. How do I bring it up? What do I say? It was like a drug induced hallucination.

Eventually I got up to take a shower and make coffee but afterwards I did return to bed and picked up yesterday’s paper in the process. As hard as I tried to concentrate on the newspaper, I found my mind drifting back to the prior night, reliving the events, hoping for clarity.

Around noon I heard Louis’ key turn in the lock and knew that he was home. As was customary Kurtköy Escort the first thing that he did was undress, throw his clothes into the washing machine and head into the shower, a simple but well-practiced routine. He was in good spirits and didn’t seem surprised that I was still lounging in bed. After his shower he got a beer from the fridge, sat on the bed and asked if I felt like doing anything. Lacking ambition I told him that I really didn’t feel like going out and would be perfectly content hanging out, watching TV. It seemed that he felt the same way and suggested a beer and a joint for lunch before checking out the TV options. It was a reasonable plan for a cloudy summer Saturday and the air conditioning would certainly feel good.

He went to the fridge for two beers and I proceeded to roll a joint so our lunch would be complete. As we smoked, the Hawaiian weed seemed stronger than what we had the night before but that could relate to the time of day as much as anything else and it did not take long before its effects were taking hold. In the smoky haze I found myself wondering if I should ask him about last night to see what, if anything, he remembered and what he thought about it if he did. I never managed to formulate my thoughts into words before I leaned back, pulled the sheet to my neck, put my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. It was a nice high but debilitating. Louis seemed to suffer the same effects and it only took a little while longer for him to lie down under the sheet and close his eyes.

As I lay there with my head on the pillow, I felt a warm comfortable feeling take hold of me and I drifted into a dreamy state between the conscious world and that of being asleep. It was like those times right before you doze off at night when you are aware of your surroundings but are powerless to move. A nap in the afternoon is perfect particularly when you have a nice buzz but this was special; everything faded away. I looked over at Louis and he seemed to have fallen asleep, lying on his back, breathing heavily, perfectly at peace. I could not resist the urge to slide closer to him to feel his warmth and cautiously did so, stopping only when the skin of our arms touched.

In my afternoon dream world, I fantasized about touching him while he slept; his arms, his chest, his nipples, his penis, gently stroking his body to see the reaction. I remembered women doing this to me and how wonderful a soft touch felt, eventually being replaced by moist lips, and then a warm body on top of mine. It was such erotic pleasure that the thought of it made me moan, the sound of which stirred me from my dreams. Opening my eyes I realized that I was now lying on my side gently touching the tip of Louis’ nipple. I could see that he was aroused and enjoying the attention just like I used to, so I did not stop; I slowly moved my hand lightly down over his stomach to his firm, erect penis. Stroking it gently I used my fingers to lightly rub the head, now glistening with seminal fluid. I wondered how far I should go with this but I seemed out of control, Kartal Escort incapable of stopping myself, so I just followed my instincts.

I rolled over and placed my arms and legs on either side of his body, straddling him. Keeping my weight on my arms and legs I lowered my head to lick his firm nipples and kiss his chest and then his stomach, his abdomen, eventually taking his hard penis deep into my warm mouth for several long strokes. Now I moved up his body again, this time allowing my chest to touch all along his body as I worked my way back to his nipples and neck. I rested myself on him, arms on either side and legs spread wide over his hard penis, the tip poking the area between my legs, and I wondered if I had really gone too far and should stop.

Louis opened his eyes and looked directly into mine. Softly but firmly he told me that I had been acting like a teasing little bitch recently and now he was going to fuck me like the bitch I was. He quickly rolled us over in one motion and was on top of me, pinning me to the bed. I could not struggle because of his weight and power, and I let him put his arms under my legs so that he could raise them up towards my chest while putting my knees over his shoulders. He then took my arms by the forearms and held them near my head, hard against the bed. He moved his pelvis around until he positioned his erect penis at the entrance to my anus and kept pressure there with his weight, eventually forcing its head into me as I relaxed and accepted the inevitable. Slowly, gently he pushed the full length of his penis into my ass and the mixture of pleasure and pain took over my body.

I was helpless, powerless, incapable of moving, like a butterfly pinned to a board. I had the weight of a man holding me to the bed, legs over his shoulders and forced apart, a hard penis pushing deep into my ass, and my arms being firmly held. Louis now moved my arms so that the wrists came together directly above my head and used one hand to hold them together at the juncture. He then took his other hand and covered my mouth; I was immobile, forced hard against the bed, penetrated and unable to scream. He began to rhythmically move his body up and down, his erect penis going in and out of me. I could do nothing but lay on my back as he proceeded to fuck me…like his bitch.

Over time his movements quickened and I could see the pleasure in his eyes; no doubt he could see the pleasure in mine. When he finally reached his orgasm I reached mine as well and felt a release like I had never thought possible. It drained me of all strength and tension and left my muscles completely limp and relaxed. Louis released me from his grip and rolled off to one side, totally spent; I straightened my legs and brought my arms down but I could not move from that spot. We both drifted into our own worlds. I wondered what he felt and thought at this moment; I wondered what possessed me and made me act as I did. I certainly felt good, comfortable and unashamed.

When we finally got up, we took turns going into the shower to wake up and then shared a cold beer. We lounged on the bed in the air-conditioned bedroom for a little while without speaking. Louis got up from the bed first and gently rubbed my shoulder before asking what we should do for dinner. In this situation I think that some things are better left unsaid but a gentle touch does indeed speak volumes.

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At breakfast the next morning Jessica announced that they had been invited to stay over at a friend’s house for New Years. The friend’s house was closer to college and Deon’s so they were going to stay there for a few days before heading to Deon’s, then back to college for the start of the new semester.

This greatly upset my wife as she had assumed Jessica would be staying home for longer. Thinking fast I suggested the two of them go on for a spa day to have some quality mother-daughter time, my treat. Jessica beamed at me for saving her bacon and Julie was never one to turn down a spa day. Internally I sighed with relief, that little bombshell could’ve detonated into a full on war if I hadn’t intervened. Jake wanted to go to the mall with his friends to spend the last of his Christmas money and Julie was happy enough to drop him off on the way with the stern warning not to spend all his money, and that he should under no circumstances try to come back on his own.

As my family said their goodbyes and slammed the front door, I drank my coffee and smiled enjoying the feeling of having an empty house and no plans, when Deon walked in.

He was topless showing off his muscular arms, strong shoulders, broad chest and defined abs. His sizeable bulge was clearly on display through his baggy basketball shorts. As he walked towards me, I felt myself being hypnotised by the swaying of his cock.

Deon sat down opposite me with a self satisfied grin and helped himself to coffee. My sense of peace and tranquility vanished to be replaced by a very nervous, very horny energy.

He drank some coffee and said “Let’s get some things straight. I love your daughter and you love your wife. Anything we do does not change or damage that.” I nodded slack jawed. “The recordings and images I have of you have not and will not be shared or uploaded to the cloud, unless you threaten to do something stupid. While I am here you do not touch your clit, if Julie wants a little action then fine but from now on if you want to get off, it’s your tits and pussy only.” He winked as he said ‘little action’.

“Now that’s out of the way let’s get comfortable and talk about what to do with our free day.”

He pushed his chair back, went into the lounge, dropped his shorts and sat, naked, legs spread wide on the sofa. I sank to my knees in front of him and started to suck on his cock without being told. “Good whore” he said. I moaned around his cock at the word and my ass started to bounce in need, the tingling sensation was back stronger than before, the feeling of his massive cock growing in my mouth and stretching down my throat was giving me that sense of fullness, of being complete.

I was swallowing on the down stroke to take him to the balls, his pre-cum lubricating my throat, Deon relaxed on his phone as I happily sucked him. I was lost in a fog of contented bliss, eyes closed, mouth full of cock, throat wonderfully sore, nipples hard, dick drooling, ass hole aching, winking open and closed, chasing that high. The fullness was increasing every time I sucked, that incredible, maddening pressure building. I felt his cock stiffen and I started to lick the underside of his head and slit, he groaned and came in my mouth, the incredible pressure that had been building up in me burst and I came just from giving my man a blowjob! I slumped down into Deon’s lap, still contentedly suckling at his softening cock as I came down from my own orgasm.

I was still a happy mindless cock zombie when Deon told me to follow him, I crawled after him in a daze as he led me upstairs to my bedroom and into our en-suite.

He gave me a bottle of my wife’s hair remover and told me that while I wouldn’t get away with a hairless clitty, I could keep my pussy nice and smooth and at least trim my bush for him. I dutifully applied the cream over and between my ass cheeks, and the patch between my balls and ass. I brushed my teeth and gargled while I waited for it to work and took a shower to wash it all off.

When I came out, I found Deon had left a bottle of baby oil, a white lace thong, matching white thigh high socks and Jessica’s long, thick, black butt plug on the bed. I blushed as I lubricated it up and sighed in contentment as my new ass pussy sucked it home. The warm fuzzy daze came over me as the plug nestled between my cheeks and my ass pussy started to suckle at my new toy. My eyes rolled back in my head and I moaned in satisfaction, as one hand pulled the plug out and pushed it slowly back to the hilt, my hips started to roll forwards and back to match the motions of my hand as I started to fuck myself with the butt plug. My legs started to shake, so I curled up on my side to give myself better access to my now drooling ass pussy.

I don’t know how long I fucked myself like that, I was lost in a warm sexual glow, like a low level continuous full body orgasm. Suddenly Deon stood in front of me, smirking, phone in hand as I continued to languidly fuck myself with İstanbul Escort Jessica’s butt plug.

He said “I was right, you are a natural born slut.” He pushed the plug firmly up my ass, took hold of my hands and made me sit up on the side of the bed. “Now listen up baby, Jessica has just text me their treatments finish at four, so they’ll be home around six, which means you have to get dinner ready by then so you look like the perfect husband.” He looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “It’s lunchtime, so make us some pizza and grab us some beers and I’ll tell you what’s next.” I had begun to stroke his cock through his shorts and had absent-mindedly started to bounce up and down on the butt plug while Deon was talking, so he pulled my hair so I was looking him in the eye “Do it now whore.” he said, I was practically drooling in cock lust and my nipples ached at the word “whore”, I really, really wanted to suck his cock again but I dutifully pulled on the white lace thong, automatically tucking my dick between my legs, making sure the plug as firmly secure.

I wasn’t thinking straight, the plug in my pussy was the centre of my world, my mind was happy blank and empty, the pleasure radiating from the plug in my ass pussy was drowning out everything else and the tightness of the thong only increased the sensations of the plug. I found one of my wife’s white silk camisoles and pulled it on, it barely covered my ass and clung to my body. Secretly thrilled, I pinched and pulled on my nipples a few times so they stuck out noticeably and went down stairs to get lunch ready, hoping to tease Deon into fucking me on the kitchen table like an animal.

Lunch was pizza, salad and beers and we ate in silence in front of the TV, me trying to distract Deon’s attention away from the sports by alternately riding (sometimes quick and shallow like a rabbit, others pulling out to the very tip, teasing my puffy ass lips with the head of the plug and deliberately taking the whole length, moaning as it stretched me out) and grinding on the plug.

No dice.

I was in the kitchen cleaning away the mess when I heard the door open and voices, the beer buzz had added to the pleasure flowing from the plug so I didn’t feel self conscious when I went back into the lounge naked except for the white silk camisole, thong and socks, (nipples re-tweaked and iced to really make them stick out) holding more bottles of beer.

Deon was stood talking with a guy I didn’t recognise, they looked up and saw me. I blushed deeply, suddenly very aware that I was practically naked, dick semi hard and drooling pre-cum, ass stretched around the big black plug, juices and lube running down my thighs.

“David this is Sam, he’s an old friend of mine.” Sam was close to my height and looked like a big fat party animal of the kind usually only seen in 80’s comedies. He had black greasy looking hair and dark bruises under his brown eyes.

I didn’t know what to do or say, I was frozen in shock. Sam eyed me lecherously. I felt like a piece of meat under his stare, it was embarrassing, humiliating and a deeply shameful turn on. My lack of clothing didn’t help, I had also been riding the plug throughout lunch (much to Deon’s amusement) keeping myself on the verge of anal orgasm for close to an hour.

Perversely my dick started getting harder under Sam’s stare, somewhere deep down, a twisted part of me was getting off on the humiliation.

Unconsciously I pushed my chest out and shoulders back, putting my tits on display. My back arched, making my ass stick out, I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze but my body language told him in no uncertain terms how much I needed a good hard fucking.

Sam stopped staring and confidently strode over to give me a bro hug. I felt his hand on my lower back pulling me closer, then his hand went lower and his fingers played with my thong. He spanked my ass hard and whispered “we’re gonna have a lot of fun, me and you”, he spanked me again and I yelped. He turned to face Deon grinning, one arm wrapped around my waist pulling me entirely too close for comfort, his hand possessively fondling my ass. He was groping my tits with his other hand, I stood passively letting this greasy, overweight college dude-bro openly grope me, my embarrassment and semi hard dick plain to see.

Deon took a swig of beer and said “told you bro, this slut might just be the answer to all your problems”.

Sam helped himself to a beer, took me by the wrist and dragged me to the sofa, pulling me down to squeeze in between him and Deon. He pulled me close, so I was cuddled up to him. I could feel the soft warmth of his body, it felt very different to Deon’s muscular hardness. He smelt different too, with his boyish aftershave and body odour, giving him an almost sweet/saltiness masking the ripe musk of a man that hasn’t got laid for a long time.

We watched the sports for a while, drinking in silence, my gaze drifted Anadolu Yakası Escort down to Sam’s lap, idly wondering how big he might be. The sexual tension building as Sam groped my ass and tits and I tentatively began to stroke his package. I looked over to Deon, confused and increasingly horny. Was he okay with Sam touching me like we were at the back row of the movies? Deon glanced over and said “don’t look at me like that slut, you know you want it.” It was all the re-assurance I needed as Sam’s hand stopped mauling my (by now incredibly sensitive and very sore) tits and started to rubbing the back of my neck, applying a gentle downward pressure.

I had cum earlier when I gave Deon a blow job and had been in a constant state of arousal due to the butt plug and the thrill of my being in lingerie, trying and so far failing to seduce Deon into giving me the fucking I so desperately wanted.

Then the humiliation of Sam seeing me like this and treating me like I was a cheap slut at closing time, weirdly added to my arousal. The feeling of being objectified and used solely for someone else’s gratification clearly did something for me.

Sam pulled down his sweat pants and his cock sprang to attention. My eyes nearly popped out and my mouth gaped open comically. He cock was around 7″ long incredibly thick, I wrapped my hand around it and my fingers could just barely touch my thumb.

Salivating and very horny I opened my mouth wide and sank down on his cock.

It stretched my jaw open to the point where I honestly thought it was going to dislocate like one of those snakes on the discovery channel.

I pushed on though, the cock whore in me was apparently a size queen too and soon I was gagging and choking myself on Sam’s cock, the sounds of a very enthusiastic, very, very sloppy blowjob filled the air.

Sam’s cock tasted different, his pre-cum was sweeter, less bitter and less thick. The smell was different too, not as aggressively masculine, more like good sex.

I tried to deep throat his monstrous cock but my gag reflex kept repelling it. I don’t know whether I was disappointed or relieved. Sam laughed at my gagging “told you dude, now pay up” he chuckled.

Deon grumbled and fumbled $20 out of his wallet.

The bet settled, Sam turned his attention to my warm, wet and oh so eager mouth. He ran his podgy fingers through my hair now controlling the pace, using my mouth as a pussy to get himself off. Surprisingly he wasn’t very aggressive, he held me just firmly enough to show he was in control but let me show off some of my new found cock sucking skills.

In truth it was my first time with a man that didn’t feel forced or coerced, I willingly succumbed to Sam.

As I pushed off his cock, he let go and I stood and turned away from him, presenting my ass perfectly framed by the white thong, big, black butt plug protruding obscenely. I bent at the waist, pulled the thong aside and looked back at Sam while I puckered and flexed my ass pussy, making the butt plug jiggle.

As Sam stared at my ass, I winked at him and pulled the plug out of me, reaching back I took hold of his cock and guided it into me.

I winced in pain as Sam’s huge cock stretched me wide open. The relentless stinging pain brought tears to my eyes, eventually my ass pussy stretched open and took the head of his cock inside me. We both grunted at the initial penetration.

Only the flared head of his immensely thick cock was inside me and I was panting already, I felt Sam’s hands on my hips and instinctively braced, expecting him to forcefully pull me back on to his cock while thrusting his hips up and making me squeal.

Only that didn’t happen.

His boyishly soft hands stroked my sides, like he was calming a dog, it felt weird initially, then as he continued stroking me it felt comforting and I relaxed, slowly sinking back into him and down on his cock. The thickness of his cock was still sending stinging sensations through me but his strangely reassuring stroking was slowly taking the pain away.

By the time I felt his pubes on my ass and my balls nestling against his the pain had faded to a dull ache, his hands now crossed my chest and gently tweaked my nipples and he began to kiss and suck on my neck, making me moan softly.

I lifted myself up a few inches and sat back down, we developed a gentle rocking rhythm, forwards and back, as my ass pussy got used to the intense stretching and his cock rubbed my prostrate over and over again, making my toes curl, eliciting whimpers of pleasure.

I felt the orgasm building as a slow tidal wave, I began to gyrate in his lap, really stretching myself open, using everything I had learnt in my few short days as a cock slut to make this guy feel as good as possible, attempting to squeeze and milk his impossibly hard cock with my ass muscles.

His low moans got louder, his eyes closed, his head tilted back as his mouth fell open. İstanbul Escort The gentle, rocking rhythm increased as did the length of the strokes, incredibly his cock grew longer and thicker and leant forward, pulling me tight to him, he bit my neck, sucking passionately as he came. I wailed as the force of his cum shots triggered my own orgasm and the hours of edging and teasing caused me to pass out with the intensity.

When I came to, Sam’s cock was still inside me, semi-hard. He had cum so much that some had leaked out and ran down his balls, dripping on the floor.

The was the first time I had felt sex with a guy was genuinely intimate and blushed as I noticed my heavy breathing and ropes of cum that had splattered my chest up to my chin.

Sam cuddled me as I came down from my orgasm, kissing my neck and stroking my back, as his cock softened inside me. I was still basking in the post orgasm glow when Deon said “Damn dude, I think you fucked her brains out!”

I blushed hard and Sam laughed, I stood up clenching my ass to try to stop any more cum dripping down my legs.

Deon whistled “You totally wrecked that pussy dude.” Sam merely nodded, apparently unable to speak.

I turned around and sank to my knees, I lovingly cleaned Sam’s cock and balls, licking off the cum and lube, then I stared into Sam’s eyes as I took his cock into my mouth and started sucking him back to life.

Deon stood and came behind me, with one swift move he pulled his cock out and shoved every inch of his hard cock into my still dripping wet ass pussy.

I moaned around Sam’s cock as Deon sank home, trying to reclaim his territory. This was a hard, fast fuck. Deon throwing his weight and strength into every thrust, dominating my body, pulling my hips back to meet every thrust, in effect controlling the blowjob I was giving Sam.

I was stuffed with cock, Deon wasn’t as thick as Sam and honestly didn’t feel as good, the mind-blowing thickness that I felt with Sam just wasn’t there, however he did compensate with length, strength, style and stamina.

Sam was hard again and leaking pre-cum, I was stroking his shaft with one hand to try and maintain a good rhythm while Deon was fucking me hard.

My earlier teasing and the show I had put on with Sam must’ve had an effect on Deon as he only lasted a minute or two before he shot his load in my now drenched ass pussy. As Deon pulled out, he pushed the butt plug back in to stop any more cum leaking out of my stretched and aching hole.

I was now free to focus all my attention on Sam and I leant forwards, rubbing his big balls in one hand, while stroking his shaft and licking and sucking on the head of his cock. I was making a lot of eye contact and moaning in appreciation on every stroke, trying to make it as sloppy, wet and sexy as I possibly could.

I felt Deon take hold of the butt plug and he started to fuck me with it as he whispered what a good whore I was, what a cock slut I was, how Sam was going to take care of me and make sure I had all the cock I needed, how I was his cum dumpster, his personal cock sleeve, how I’d suck any cock he told me to, fuck two or even three cocks at the same time by the time he was through.

Sam’s hands returned to my head, coaxing me to take more of his cock in my mouth, staring intently, I took his cock into the back of my mouth, then I took a breath and swallowed as I pushed forward as hard as I could.

The head of his cock lodged just at the entrance of my throat and my gag reflex kicked in, my throat constricting around his cock. I pulled back gasping for air, swallowing spit and trying not to throw up. I took a breath and tried again, swallowing down again and again, his cock now lodged further down my throat and I was able to control the initial, panicked frantic urge to gag, turning it into a more measured, controlled swallowing in an effort to deep throat his cock and massage it with my throat muscles as my tongue licked at his balls.

Sam groaned as he felt my tongue tickle his balls.

Deon fucked me faster, telling me how much money he was going to make whoring me out, how I was going to be addicted to cum, how I was only ever going to get hard to cock now, how I was nothing but a cock whore, how every cock I took was turning my ass into a loose, wet, sloppy pussy, how I’d start wearing booty shorts, keep my ass lubricated and start going to glory holes.

Despite having cum only a few minutes earlier my deep throating had Sam on the verge of cumming again, I could feel his cock getting thicker and longer as his balls tightened up.

I felt my own orgasm building again as Deon fucked my now drooling and gaping ass pussy with the butt plug and fucked my mind with his words.

Sam’s second orgasm wasn’t as copious as the first, I was thankful that I had his cock in my throat as his first cum shot was still powerful, I pulled his cock out of my throat and into my mouth so I could taste him.

Two more shots filled my mouth with his creamy, salty, almost bitter tasting cum.

Deon whispered “good whore” and with that I came, shuddering and drooling on Sam’s cock.

Deon looked at Sam smugly, and Sam stared back in a daze.

“Pay up bro, told you the bitch would be able to deep throat that hog of yours.”

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I couldn’t believe that I’d allowed a man to fuck me…

All afternoon my thoughts were running amuck. How could that happen? I’m not gay, am I gay? Am I some closet fag? Am I a fag? What the motherfuck! Those were the thoughts that stormed through my mind like a strong hurricane wind all afternoon. Over and over, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

But right now, right now, oh my god, right now…

Right now I have my legs straddled over the old man lying in the middle of his bed. I say old man because he’s in his mid-fifties, at least, I’m only 36. My legs spread wide apart because of his thickness. Not a fat thickness, oh no, nothing like that. No, this man is built like a mythical Dwarven warrior from a Lord of The Rings movie.

Broad shoulders, thick chiseled chest, huge biceps, Popeye forearms. No six-pack abs on this man. Just one, solid, rock-hard stomach. His hips are wide with a beautiful round, hard ass. His thighs, his calves, thick and hard. His shoulder-length more grey than blonde hair, his piercing blue eyes, and his exaggerated goatee and mustache.

But the most impressive thing is his grotesquely thick cock which was shoved up my ass at that moment. That afternoon, before leaving me in shock and his cum dripping from my asshole, he’d given me a piece of paper. The paper had his address. He proceeded to tell me to be at his house later that evening.

“And bring your work clothes because you’ll be spending the night.” His gruff voice and command stayed with me all afternoon and into the evening.

I fought with myself all afternoon. Going straight home from the scene where my ass had been destroyed. I couldn’t believe that I was actually contemplating it. I couldn’t eat or do anything; I was consumed with what this man had just done to me. I paced back and forth in my living room. Time passed; the afternoon turned into night. It was late now and I was in his house. In his bed.

He’d already fucked me again earlier that evening as soon as I walked into his house. The man dick whipped me. The intensity was so great that I passed out shortly afterward. I passed out in this burly man’s arms, Me. I did that.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep when I felt a jolt wake me up. My eyes opened wide and I instantly felt fear. Where was I?

I froze, I didn’t move an inch. Slowly, my body’s senses began to bring it all back to me. The sound of his methodical breathing. The sensation of his chest rising and falling. The feel of his meaty hand on the small of my back. The stickiness of slow-drying cum between my ass cheeks. The overwhelming sensation of lust when I remembered how it had gotten there.

Partially dribbling out of me as I slept. Drying, sticky cum between my ass cheeks. My asshole, oh my god, my asshole. I could feel myself begin to stir as I felt the sensation of my bruised and beaten, sore, aching, asshole. I remembered where I was, then fear turned to ease, ease to warmth. Instantly, I felt safe.

I Anadolu Yakası Escort had awoken to find myself resting on top of his chest…

Running my fingers through his chest hair and caressing it. I never knew how intoxicating a man’s scent was until that night. I was amazed at the difference between us. He had huge firm pectoral muscle, I had small perky man boobs. It was at that moment that I realized. I didn’t have a man’s chest, he did. Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not some fat ass slob. But as I took inventory that night, I quickly found out the difference.

I have long legs and a big round ass. I never realized that I had curves, why would I? It’s not something that a man thinks about. Not once before I met this man had I ever thought, oh wow, my ass! Does the sight of my ass make a man want to fuck me? Do I have a nice round voluptuous ass that a man would want to fuck?

None of those things ever cross my mind and why would they! Up until that afternoon and that night, all I ever thought of was pussy. How and why it all changed for me on that day I still grapple with on a daily basis. But I’ve learned over the past six months. I’ve grown to understand my body much better and appreciate it. I know Mr. Ayers appreciates it.

Right at that moment, that night, I was appreciating him…

Laying across his chest I couldn’t help myself, I started to kiss his chest. The soft curls of his thick chest hair, the rock-hard pecs, his warm manly scented skin. The sound of his warm breath leaving his body as he exhaled. It was beginning to drive me insane.

“C’mon bitch, get on top.” His gruff voice startled me, I thought he was asleep.

Without hesitation or a second thought, I slowly climbed on top of him. Knowing what I needed. No! Scratch that. Knowing what I wanted to do. I might not have ever been fucked by a man before that day but rest assured, I was no stranger fucking.

All through high school, I was banging my ex-wife. In college, I was banging her, a few of her friends, and other assorted coeds. I’ve been divorced now for over a year and I’ve had one or two ladies over to my place.

I know what’s expected even if now I’m the one that’s getting fucked. My asshole had been used twice that day. This afternoon at his worksite and this evening for well over an hour. Accommodating his tree trunk of a cock wasn’t going to be an issue. I ran my three fingers across my tongue and slimed them well.

Reaching behind me I dragged the slimy saliva across my beaten and puckered asshole. Slowly, I started lowering myself onto his massive cockhead, and here…I am…

Here I am, where I started telling you this part of my story.

I’d lost track of how long I’d been riding him. Rolling my hips back and up then down and forward. Back and up then down and forward. Pushing down as hard and far as I could possibly go. Allowing his cock to push as deep as it could possibly go, deep inside Kartal Escort of me. Feeling the slight hint of a piercing pain when it reached its mark. Not to mention the excruciating lustful sensation of ecstasy his fat cock was giving me as it overwhelmed my prostate.

I rode him methodically, slow…

I was driving myself insane; I threw myself back. Catching myself by the palm of my hands landing on his thighs behind me. My head tilted back like some character in a demonic movie being possessed.

I could feel my cock uncontrollably drooling precum out of its hole. My mouth gaping open, deep low moans escaping my mouth as I drew breath and rocked my ass, slowly. The girth of his fucking cock, I was being fucked by a man. Oh my fucking god this thick cock! I was getting close, oh so fucking close.

“Please sir, please, my I cum…?” I whimpered, begging softly…

I got no response, instead, what I got was myself tossed off of him. Landing on the bed, flat on my stomach. Mr. Ayers climbing on top of me, my legs pressed together. I could feel his tiny thick hands grabbing my ass cheeks and spreading them wide.

I was being straddled by those muscular, thick legs of his. I could feel the head of his wet slimy cock, it was instantly shoving itself back inside of me. The cum that he’d dumped into me earlier in the evening acting as the perfect lube.

The sheer audacity of this man who barely stands five feet tall. Throwing my almost six-foot, almost 200lb body off of him and down on the bed. Tossing me around as if I were some fucking ragdoll!

All of this made my lust rage!! As if I wasn’t out of control already. I grunted like a cheap whore the instant his cock made its way back deep inside of me. The sensation of this man bottoming my ass out made me want to blow my load.

Before I could concentrate on that thought, a loud stinging sound of his hand coming across my ass, hard! I yelped like a bitch and felt my entire body flush. I felt my entire body blushing. Then another hard slap, and another and another. I was whimpering now, bracing myself for another blow but just as he started, he stopped.

I didn’t know it but his hand was reaching for the back of my head. Grabbing a fistful of my hair and jerking my head back until I was up on my elbows panting loudly. His cock slamming hard into me…

“That’s my good little bitch, that’s it, cum for me. I said cum for me!!”

His orders bellowing out to me, instantly my body started to quiver and shudder. My teeth gnashing together and the sensation of having been kicked in the balls as my cock started spewing into the sheets under me. All the while, I was in a full-throated, repetitive loud as fuck groan!

I felt my body go limp, he held my head up for a moment longer. Just as he’d finished dumping his second load of the night into my bowels, he released his grip and rolled off of me. I passed out; I must have fallen asleep. I opened my Kartal Escort Bayan eyes and it was morning. I could smell coffee and daylight was breaking through the bedroom curtains.

Making the effort to lift up off of the bed, I instantly felt reminders of what I had been put through the previous day. Fucked at a construction worksite, fucked again twice later that night. The whelps left on my ass by a man’s violent slaps. The ache of my thoroughly stretched, beaten and bruised asshole welcomed me this morning.

That was six months ago…

So, why am I here you might ask? I don’t know, I honestly don’t know. Maybe because I need to share this with someone before I go mad. I think I’ve stressed the point sufficiently that I’m not gay. I’ve never thought of being gay. I’ve never desired a man in any way.

Yet here I am. As I make this entry, I’m preparing myself for something new…

With Mr. Ayers, I’ve experienced many firsts. The majority have been wonderful firsts. That first afternoon at his worksite trailer. That night that I just told you about. Giving head under a table while he spoke to a coworker. The man knew that his boss was getting his cock sucked he just never knew it was me.

I could go on and on…

There were some horribly ugly firsts as well. The one that I will never forget because of the shame and the beating that I received for it. The one and only time that I shit on his cock.

Don’t laugh!!

That night I was given a choice, I could go to his closet and bring the leather strap hanging on the door or I could get the fuck out and never come back. It was my choice. I stayed and he beat my ass purple. When he ordered me into the shower I was in tears.

Turning the water on and using his handheld shower nozzle I washed him off and washed myself off. I was then instructed to kneel on the shower floor. Mr. Ayers proceeded to launch a strong, steady stream of urine right at my cock and balls. I didn’t move.

He purposely aimed for my nut sack. One testicle then the other. He finished and looked right at my defeated face. He proceeded to inform me that it was not up to him to explain to me how I was to maintenance myself so that these things never happened again.

I was also informed that if this ever did happen again there would be no harsh repercussions, no beatings. I would just have to leave and never come back. Oh, and the other?

“I pissed on you so that you never forget any of this and so you know that you belong to me. You will do as I say. All the time, every time. Is that understood?” I was looking into those blue eyes as he finished.

“Y-y-yes sir,” I softly whimpered in response.

Since that day I have never committed that sin again. But we do shower often especially when I spend the night. At the end of his shower, it’s never announced nor am I told to hold any position.

It’s always without warning or fanfare. Always after I’ve finished washing and rinsing him off. Before he steps out to dry himself. He does it.

I’ll turn my back to him and begin washing my hair, bathing myself; that’s when I feel that warm stream hitting the back of my legs or my big ass. I smile. I know what that sensation is, he’s pissing on me. I also know what he means by it, he owns me, I smile…

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Standard warning: this is a very over the top, far-fetched work of fantasy. It contains lots of humiliation and some taboo sexual contact between a man and his father-in-law. Please skip if it’s not your thing. Otherwise, enjoy.

*****

Roy spooned me, pressing his hairy chest and belly into my back. We were both still slick with sweat. His boner was growing, despite rogering me only 10 minutes ago, poking at my vulnerable rear. I knew what he expected of me, so I obligingly pushed my hips back, pushing my butt against his insistent manhood as he had taught me. He murmured filthy sweet nothings as he chewed my ear and raked his hard-on through my crack. As his hands held onto my wrists, I thought back to when we had first grabbed me like this.

That Saturday three months ago on the golf course. He had been hounding me to hit the links with him all summer, and I had been able to fend him off until I ran out of excuses. In my year and half of marriage with his daughter and the two year courtship prior, I had gotten along with Roy fine but to say he was overbearing would have been an understatement and I didn’t want to spend my precious Saturday with the old blowhard. Now in October nearing the end of the season, I had finally relented and we were the only two men out there.

As I teed up at the seventh hole, I felt his presence behind me. His smell of cigars and sweat. Without warning Roy had grabbed me from behind, pulling me into him to adjust my stance. All throughout the day he had been chiding me with tips and critiques on my game, but now he was taking matters into his own hands.

“Come on. Open up your legs. Shoulder-width apart.” I looked down to see his foot come between mine and kick them open. He held me close, behind me, his arms wrapped over my shoulders, his hands clasping mine around the golf club. I hadn’t been held like this since playing baseball as a teenager, when my coach would tweak our batting stance. It had made me blush then, even though I knew it was appropriate and part of playing the sport. I felt the same flustered warmth spreading over my face and my heart beat quicken, but I knew that this was just Roy’s way. Touchy-feely, overly-familiar.

“That’s it, stick your little butt out. Don’t be shy, son.” He released my hand and slapped my haunch impatiently, then trapped my wrists again. I reluctantly stuck my hips out, pressing my backside into his crotch.

“Come on, push that little rump out. That’s it, Billy.” I felt the thickness of his hefty groin pressing into my buttocks. He used one of his hands to hold my hips close to him. The embarrassing truth was, I had always noticed that my father-in-law was a well-hung man, it was obvious in any pair of pants he wore. But now I could feel it. Feel the weight and pressure of his heavy, flaccid cock and balls up against my butt. My heart beat rapidly and I felt myself sweating, agitated to be thinking thoughts like this. To be thinking of my father-in-law’s cock as only a few layers of clothing protected my rear end from it.

Finally satisfied that I had adopted the proper stance, he released me, cupping and patting my pushed out backside rump once more for good measure. He kept his hands to himself as we finished the round, but kept up the unsolicited advice and critiques of my game as we left the links.

“And remember, keep your head behind the ball at impact.” He coached as we returned to our lockers. As I walked in he slapped my butt in encouragement, maybe for the sixth time that day.

“No son of mine is going to be bad at golf, Billy.” I always cringed when he said stuff like this. Calling me his son- it had begun well before the wedding. I didn’t have anything against him but it was just so uncomfortably intimate. I just smiled and ignored him.

At our lockers Roy kicked off his shoes, then dropped his pants and underwear in one quick motion. I looked out of the corner of my eye as he stepped out of his pants and briefs – it was strange to me, his shirt and socks were still on but he was naked from the waist down. “Shirt-cocking” or “porky-pigging” an old roommate in college had done the same, enjoying walking around with just a shirt on, dick peaking out beneath.

Roy took his time, pulling off each of his socks and put them away in his locker, all while his big dick hung out from beneath his golf shirt, swinging like a grandfather clock. It felt like he did this deliberately – exposing his penis to me.

As I sat on a bench, I tried to face the corner and protect my modesty, but Roy would grab my shoulder and turn me to him as he gave me pointers about my game while stark naked. While I sat on the bench to unlace my shoes, he propped his leg up on it, opening his crotch to me, his penis inches from my face. I couldn’t help but take a few peeks. It almost felt like Roy wanted me to see it, the way he was waving it at me. It was big, thick and hairy, just like him.

“Alright, good job out there today son. Now let’s hit the İstanbul Escort showers.” He stood above me, hanging hog, rubbing his hands on his big, furred belly with satisfaction.

“I don’t know Roy, I’m probably good, I didn’t really sweat that much…” I trailed off, struggling to keep my eyes above his waist. I was just going to keep on my underwear and socks and put the clothes I had worn to the club back on. I didn’t want to get naked with the pushy old man.

“Nonsense. What are you, some kind of sissy, scared to get bare ass with your father-in-law?” He goaded me, making me blush. He continued before I could answer.

“Come on, you’ve showered with your old man before, haven’t you?” He demanded, looking me up and down..

“When I was much younger, yeah.” I admitted. He slapped my bare shoulder roughly and joked.

“Well I’m your Daddy now, too. You ain’t got nothing between your legs I haven’t seen before, kiddo. So get your little butt in the shower.” He said with a wink. He was walking the line between joking and seriousness. Teasing me into nakedness. Again I relented.

Reluctantly I wrapped a towel around my waist, lowered my underwear as he stood there expectantly, my self-conscious towel-dance making him snort with derision. Then I followed him to the showers. He kept his own towel over his shoulders, exposing his wide, furry ass to me. I had never seen such a big or hairy rear end before. He must have had a size 40 waist. It was almost impressive.

After we hung our towels, he moved to the shower head right next to mine despite all the open space. He closed his eyes and let the stream run over his head, spinning in place and moaning in pleasure.

“Ahh, isn’t that better. Just two men enjoying a shower together.” He lathered up his big barrel chest with soap.

“See Billyboy, I think it’s better for us men to just let it all hang out.” He shook his cock at me lewdly. His big hog slapped against his chubby thigh, and I flinched at the loud wet sound.

“Or I guess just poke out in your case, little buddy.” He laughed and I watched in shock as his right hand reached between my legs. He crooked his index finger under my little penis head and shook it slightly.

I gasped, momentarily paralyzed. Then I surprised myself. Instead of moving away from him or turning around to protect myself, I just stood there and ever so slightly opened my thighs and pushed my hips to him. I don’t understand why, but I offered my genitals to his mocking finger.

He jiggled it under his digit, winking at me, a big smirk on his face. I was too ashamed to meet his delighted gaze so I just watched his finger work on my dick. It bobbed around ridiculously, and it seemed to retract in embarrassment, my shaft disappearing entirely like a compressed accordion so that the entirety of my penis looked as tiny as an acorn.

“Coochie coochie coo!!” He called out, his deep voice and the throaty laughter that followed echoing against the tiled walls of the shower. He was standing so close, his big belly almost bumping into my stomach, that I felt his hot breath on my chest and neck as he laughed. He was tickling it, tickling my glans, my little dick head.

I looked down and watched him play with my penis, clearly belittling its size. With his own massive hog on display, looking three or four times as large as mine, it was all the more blatant. He was treating my thing like it was just a little joke, a little toy to be fiddled with and played with. I felt paralyzed, my legs weak, and I knew my face was furiously red from embarrassment.

“Roy, please.” I stepped away, my voice more pleading and pathetic than I intended. He laughed again and gave my pecker a few more tickles.

“I’m just busting your chops kiddo. You’re perfect just the way you are.” He then reached around to slap my bare butt cheek, making me jump up in surprise. For a moment he returned to the mundane golf pratter, and I was able to wash myself in peace. I couldn’t’ focus on a single word – my heart was racing from having him fondle my pecker like that.

“Billy, do me a favor and wash my back, will you?” He asked, facing away from me.

I took in the sight of his broad, hairy back. We were the same height but he was a much larger man, and his back looked powerful. His pale skin was speckled with moles and carpeted by a wiry, gray hair that did not look much thinner than the hair on his chest. He had the back of a medieval blacksmith.

“Soap me up and rub it in with your hands.” He directed. I knew that if I resisted his will would win out, and he’d likely humiliate me in the process of browbeating me into washing his back. So I just agreed, and filled my hands with soap from the dispenser. Taking a breath, I placed my hands on my father-in-law’s big, strong, hairy back.

“That’s it, get in there.” He encouraged me as I rubbed up and down, from his shoulders to the sides, down to the small Maltepe Escort of his back and then up again. His thick back hair, wet and soaped up, raked against my hands like seaweed. In the past I think I would have been grossed out by him but instead I was strangely fascinated. Curious and somehow impressed by his almost grotesque masculinity.

“Hmmm, those soft hands of yours sure feel nice.” He groaned in pleasure as I massaged him under the warm shower stream. I know that I should have found his body repulsive, his back coated in thick, wiry gray hair. But somehow I was in awe of his manliness.

“Come on. Don’t be shy now. Don’t neglect the ass, son.” At his prompting, I lowered my trembling hands to his posterior. I touched it lightly with my fingertips, and he grunted with frustration, reached around to grab my wrists and force my open palms against his huge butt. My hands were filled with my father-in-law’s big buttocks.

“Don’t be a pantywaist. It’s just one guy helping another out.” He released my hands and I obeyed him, soaping up and rubbing his huge, hairy naked ass. He groaned with gratification as I rubbed his big backside.

I looked at it as I worked. Like his big hairy back, I found myself admiring it despite myself. The breadth of it. It looked powerful to me. His cheeks jiggled as I rubbed them. Roy was overweight, but he had muscle beneath his excess fat. Like me he had played baseball in his youth, as well as wrestling, but he had been gifted with a natural stoutness, an innate heft, whereas I was slender by nature and had to work at the gym to keep any muscle on my body. The perverse thought returned to me unbidden: this was a powerful ass. I got a queasy feeling in my stomach as I imagined him between a woman’s legs. Rutting, fucking my wife’s late mother. I tried to force the thought out but it returned even more vivid, and I felt nauseous as I imagined the sight of these big butt cheeks pumping as he humped between a woman’s spread legs.

Trying to force one sick thought of my head made way for another – what if I got down on my knees to do this? What if I got down on my knees and washed his ass? Wasn’t I already serving him, as he had asked? Hadn’t I served him all afternoon, carrying the clubs and scrambling into the rough to catch stray balls like a caddy? He had even asked me to tie his shoes at one point, citing his aching knees. I had kneeled then, put my face inches from his big well-filled groin. Why not now? Roy had always loved to give me little tasks. Little favors and errands when we spent time together. Sending me scurrying of like a puppy to fetch him drinks or his glasses or whatever he wanted. And hadn’t I always hopped up, eager to please like a good son-in-law? It would be quite natural for me to get on my knees to better serve him, I thought.

“That’s it son, keep at it. Those soft little hands feel like heaven on my keister.” He exhaled happily, and I redoubled my efforts, massaging his efforts with renewed gusto.

I could do it. Kneel down onto the shower floor. My face would be inches from the old man’s huge, hairy ass. If I were to get down on my knees to wash him, it would communicate… complete surrender to this man. To his manhood. He would know that I was his. He would laugh at me, laugh at my obeisance, tell me what a good boy I was. I wanted him to laugh at me, wanted him to laugh at his weak, shameless son-in-law. I wanted him to laugh and to turn around, so that I would see it, right in my face, it would hit me in the face and I would –

I resisted the obscene impulse to drop to my knees, banished the deviant thoughts taking hold of my mind and washed the rest of the soap off his butt. Finally I finished my job, removing my shaking hands from his buttocks. He laughed with pleasure, and perhaps surprise at my acquiescence, and turned to me.

“Good boy. Now turn around, I’ll do you too.” He said casually, placing his hands on my waist, prodding me to spin around.

“Oh that’s OK Roy, I’m good.” I protested politely, trying, perhaps far too late, to establish some boundaries.

“Nonsense. This is classic male bonding. Face the wall, boy.” He clasped my bare hips tightly and spun me around. The old man outweighed me and was stronger than me – if he wanted to wash my back he was going to damn well wash my back. I just stood there, cringing as I felt my father-in-law’s big rough hands rub soap up and down my naked body, from my shoulder blades, down my spine and to my butt crack.

“Just relax Billyboy. Just relax. Enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it. Enjoy the good feeling and enjoy our closeness, son.” He cooed from behind me. Closing my eyes, I lowered my shoulders and opened my legs just a bit, giving into his strong hands.

“That’s it. Man to man, father and son. Isn’t that nice, boy?” He hummed into my ear. Roy’s strong hands were relaxing me, and I kept my eyes closed, listening to the soothing stream of the shower. Maltepe Escort Bayan Soon he ventured further south.

Unlike me, he was not shy at all about handling my backside. His big hands kneaded both of my cheeks like they were pizza dough. It didn’t feel altogether unpleasant but I thought that I would die of shame, having him touch me so intimately. But all the while he chattered on happily as if this was the most natural thing in the world, for a man to soap up and openly fondle his son-in-law’s ass. His fingers even grazed inside my crack a few times, tapping my hole.

“You’ve got a nice little can, kiddo. And barely any hair at all. I could almost mistake it for a sexy woman’s behind.” His voice on a lusty huskiness, and as he spoke he squeezed my glutes appreciatively, fondling them and cupping them hungrily. I just kept my head lowered and my eyes closed, letting my father-in-law feel me up.

When he was done, he roughly slapped my butt cheek like a coach.

“Atta boy. All clean. Just like how old Kyle used to take care of that little heiney back before your balls dropped.” He joked, referring to my father. I stood there in a daze.

“Come on, let’s hit the steam room.”

Roy claimed both of our towels from their hooks, and grabbed my bicep to march me butt naked from the showers to the club’s narrow steam room. Luckily there was no one else inside. He sat upon his towel, spreading his legs, completely comfortable with himself and his body.

I laid my towel down and sat upon it delicately. Usually I would have covered myself but doing so when he displayed such confidence would have felt unbearably wimpy and self-conscious. And again, that same nagging voice that had encouraged me to kneel, this time bade me to stay naked and exposed. To show him my much smaller endowment, up close.

“Ahhh that’s nice.” The big old man exhaled and leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. His legs were open and his cock hung down heavily, seizing my gaze.

I couldn’t help but stare at the big dangling cock between his wide-spread legs. Hanging down from a thick bed of gray pubic hair, and resting atop two equally large testicles. Thick and almost maroon colored. It was magnificently hideous. I had never seen one as large as his in person. It looked like it shouldn’t have been attached to a human, but to a monster out of a fairy tale.

I caught myself, dazed after having stared at his hog for several minutes, and looked up to his smiling face.

“You know Billyboy it’s very natural for a little guy like you to be curious about a big old penis like mine. Nothing wrong with it. Go on and take a nice long look, son.” He kicked his leg over so that his foot was propped up to the left of me, on the bench. His heel touched my naked hip as he locked me into the steam room with him.

“Roy, please.” I begged.

“Oh relax. You’re too uptight. We’re both men. We’re family for Christ’s sake. We’re just having cock talk. It’s good for guys to have cock talk like this. It’s healthy. Nothing wrong with it.” He said casually, as if any of this was normal.

“Cock talk?” I asked, my voice a quivering whisper.

“Sure, cock talk. Just two men hanging with their dicks out. It’s the most natural thing in the world.” He said, then he snapped his fingers in my face twice.

“Hey! Now get those eyes back on my penis, mister.” He pointed down at his big dick and obediently my gaze followed. For a few moments we sat in silence as I looked at the fat, flaccid hammer that hung between his hairy thighs.

“It’s big, right son?” He gloated, resting his hands upon his hairy gut and winking at me. He shifted his hips a bit and the big dong rocked back and forth. After a shocked pause I nodded slightly.

“Bigger than Kyle’s?” I gasped. He was asking me to compare the size of his penis to my own father’s. I froze, paralyzed with shame.

“Come on, you’ve seen it, haven’t you? You’ve seen your old man’s pecker, hmm?” He had a mischievous smile on his face as he prodded me.

“Answer me, boy. Have you seen your old man’s pecker?” He raised his hand and crooked his pinky finger at me, clearly implying that my father had a small penis.

“Yes I have.” I admitted in a strangled voice.

“Good. So I want you tell me, is my cock bigger than his little pecker or not? ” I nodded, looking just over his head, unable to meet his amused gaze.

“A lot bigger?” He asked, his voice rich with amused contempt for my father.

I nodded rapidly, shamefully enthused to expose my father. He cracked up with a long peal of cruel, raspy laughter that bounced around the tiled walls of the steam room. I let it wash over me. It felt so wrong, admitting this, divulging this secret. I was betraying my own father to Roy, letting him laugh, revelling in his superiority.

“Goddamn. Poor little Kyle. He as small as you then?” I sat there naked as he interrogated me.

“I think so.” I admitted. My heart was in my throat, I was sweating furiously, flush with shame. I had just told my father-in-law that my actual father had a small dick, while acknowledging that I too was hung like a kid.

“Yeah, that’s right. That’s right boy. Doesn’t it feel good to open up and be honest with me?” He said patiently.

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