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This is the story of how David and I first met. It was a good beginning. It was not the end…

My name is Drew. Actually, it’s Andrew; but that just sounds lame.

“Hey. Where you headed?” There’s a car ahead of me with four of my friends in it. We are all going to a weekend cabin upstate. I could have squeezed in with them, I suppose, but I knew it would be more comfortable for everyone if I took my car and followed. A three hour ride body-to-body with four other guys would have been challenging for me. I know that my friends like me…but…

“Upstate for the weekend. My buds are in the car ahead. Can take you to Beaverton before we turn onto country roads.” I almost lost it with that last second swerve to pick this guy up. My mind was on other things. Then my eyes took in his bare chest, thick arms, tight cut-offs and muscular legs…amazing the decisions a brain can make in a millisecond!

“Cool. That’s prefect for me. Thanks.” He’s busy getting settled in. I am gawking as carefully as I can at the hunk who just slid his hot ass onto my passenger seat. My nostrils flare to take in his scent. A few hours in the sun have tinged his aroma with the most manly musk I have ever experienced. My cock is filling up fast.

“Drew.” I hold out my hand to him. He breaks into a sweet toothy smile and responds, after checking me out.

“David, and thanks again for picking me up. I don’t have money, but I do have…other things.” OMG. I sooo need ‘other things’ right now. Call me a late bloomer. My friends and I are in the military; most of us are between eighteen and twenty. David looks to to be all of…nah…he’s in our age group. With most guys I’ve known, there is a very distinct difference in them around eighteen. A year younger or a year older just deems obvious. It’s hard to say why, exactly.

“What’s a young guy like you hitchhiking for, if I might ask?”

“Sure. I just graduated high school; and I want to see what life has to offer me.” Confident; and just a tad bit cocky. That’s it. He’s eighteen for sure. You can fake that like I do, or it can be real and pure. It’s pure for David.

“Cool. Me and my friends enlisted to do the same thing.” Looks like we have some common ground to build on.

“I could tell. The buzz cut, and all.” I shoot him a side glance smile.

“And all what?” He hesitates.

“Your…you have a good bod. Military guys all have nice bodies.” Well, that tops off my hard-on! I let out a chuckle, and playfully istanbul travesti slap his naked thigh.

“Coming from you…I accept the compliment.” He has started to dig into a pocket of his backpack. The little baggie he extracts holds a familiar substance.

“Want to share with me?” Do I ever. My virginal mind is awash with things I want to share with David. Most of my friends have had sex already. At least they talk like they have. I play along, but do not have the confidence to fake it much with them. They probably know, anyway. It’s that lack of confidence and cocky thing with me.

“Okay.” He knows. We just shared a quick glance and I can tell that he knows. Amazing the bond two strangers can achieve within minutes of being together. I can’t help it. I’m blushing. My face feels red hot, and my mouth is dry.

“First time?” I actually have smoked before. It’s California, after all. But I can’t decide what first time he is asking about. My thoughts are totally occupied with his body, his scent, the way he moves and talks, the sound of his voice…

“Uh…not really.” He takes in a drag and hands me the doobie. I am almost shaking as I reach to take it from him and our fingers touch. His moist lips will be on that paper. I will put his moist lips onto mine…

“BEEEEEEPPPPPP!!!!!” Fuck. I swerve back into my lane. He’s laughing. I always have people laughing at me. It hurts.

“It’s cool. No pressure. I like you, man. We can pull off the road and do this right, if you want.” There’s a scenic overlook up ahead. I pull off and park in a secluded spot, even though there are no other cars here.

“Sorry, it’s just…” His turn to put a hand on my thigh. He leaves it there. I am deep into his pale blue eyes with mine. Deep into his breath. Melting into my seat. I never did take the doobie from his hand. He is putting the tip of it to my mouth. I open to him. To the doobie. As I suck in a very deep breath, we are still into our eye-lock; and he has not let go of the roach.

“There. You’ll be okay.” He smiles at me in the most wonderful way. I relax completely.

“First times can be a little nerve wracking, huh?” I manage to nod ever so slightly. He takes a hit, and puts the tip back onto my lips. “Let’s finish this one and have some fun.” The weed is working on my inhibitions. It crosses my mind that ‘fun’ is about to happen!

Part 2 –

It’s a beautiful Summer day. Must be at least 82 or so. David opens his door and istanbul travestileri I watch him as he rises onto his feet. Everything about him amazes and excites me. The way the muscles of his shoulders are moving. The waistband of his shorts that hug his skin. The absolutely round and full nature of his cheeks. He turns and pokes his head back into the car. He reaches a hand out to me. I take it and slide out his side of the car. We are standing very close together. I feel light. Not too high. Just light. With our hands still together, his other hand reaches for my shoulder. He leans in and covers the smile on my mouth with his.

“huhahh.” That breathy whisper is all that escapes me when he pulls slightly away for a second. As he looks at me, he knows I am his to command.

“Come on.” Still hand-in-hand, we walk a bit and find a lovely patch of soft grass near a small pond. Several ducks are enjoying the heat, in and around the water’s edge. David turns to me.

“Let’s get this off you.” With my shirt floating to the grass, I am now a good match for David – we are both naked from the waist up. Guys compare everything. He’s checking me out. “Nice.” Blushing time, again.

“David. I haven’t ever…” With his mouth back on mine, words don’t matter. With his tongue probing mine, I don’t even know what words are!

Deep into his kiss, he guides us slowly to the ground. The grass feels cool and tickles my skin. I notice the sensation; but nothing will stop my mind from soaking up all that David offers to me. His hands start to undo my belt and zipper. With his mouth taken away, I feel alone again. I want him back. I need him to be back with me.

“Uh-ahhh.” Little licks and kisses on my chest and belly. He’s gong for it. I know he wants to take me. As David opens the flap of my shorts and pulls them downward, I raise my hips a bit, and prop myself up on my elbows for a good view. In other places, at other times in my life, I have played around with a friend or two, so I know where this is going.

“Nice.” He’s a man of few words. That’s fine by me. My white briefs are soaked with precum; and stretched over my achingly hard and proud manhood. He is slowly peeling them off my crotch. My cock is not the kind that springs onto my stomach. It does unfurl quite nicely, and stands tall now, like a rocket ready to go.

“You can…” But David needs no instructions from me. He is engulfing my cock and taking it to the hilt! Man, this guy has technique! travesti istanbul His hands are holding my flanks, rubbing my belly, and reaching for my chest while that mouth…OMG…that mouth is playing me into paradise.

“You can cum in my mouth, Drew. I like it that way.” I’m already more than half way there, and he knows it. I nod. He smiles and gets back to work. This time, his lips close just under my crown, and his tongue, all wet and wild, is driving me crazy! I can’t help myself from squirming a little, although I do not want to upset his rhythm.

“David. David. I’m close.” He raises his eyes to mine without missing a lick. The way he is going at it, and telling me to cum in his mouth, has me just about ready to blow. The weed has me in such a sweet spot that my thoughts are floating on the pond water with the ducks. I feel that familiar rise of magma inside my crotch; I clench at the grass and the earth, and I let loose my eruption. “DAVID. FUCK. OH. FUCK.” He sucks it all out and swallows me.

“That was nice, man.” I have collapsed with my back onto the cool earth. He is crawling up my trunk and resting his body onto mine. In the delirium of my release, I see his smile come toward me. My cream is on his lips. It covers his pearly whites. It sticks in gooey droplets onto his outstretched tongue. “Have a taste.” David is rubbing his tongue over my lips, coating them with my own seed. He is playing with my mouth. His wet tongue is sharing me with me. I can’t get enough!

“You are one little repressed hottie, Drew. Thanks for picking me up, bud. This has been great!” David is bounding back to my car. I am in a daze and a haze, but manage to stand. When I get there, he is already in his seat.

“I have some drinks if you want.”

“Nah, I love the aftertaste. You ever drink a guy down?” I shake my head. “Pity. I just came for the guy who gave me a lift before you did. He said mine was the sweetest he had ever tasted.”

“Wish I could, David.” That seems to satisfy him. I start the car and we drive to catch up with my friends. We find them pulled over at a roadside stand, enjoying some snacks and the weather.

“Hey, Drew!” Colin is waving at me. “Where you been?” He is eyeing me, and David, as we walk toward him and the others. I’m not sure exactly what I will say. I cast a quick glance to David, and he smiles at me. Colin sees it. I think he knows. I could not care less!

“Hey, Col…this is my friend, David. We took a little detour to relax.” Oh, yeah. He knows. And now I know just how it feels to feel like he does. And David, too. I feel something new and wonderful. I feel like the guys who have impressed me along the way. I feel just like they do!…

Confident. Confident and cocky!

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When you find a comfortable place to eat, with good food and service, you will always come back. Such was the case with the Bakery Cafe. While on the smaller side, it served a variety of sandwiches and fresh baked goods, coffees and desserts. I found it relaxing to sit down, have a bite to eat, and just read. And people watch.

I always enjoyed watching the way others interacted with each other. With only about 30 seats spread over 10 or so tables, it was a cozy environment. The staff knew me well enough after a few weeks of almost daily patronage to anticipate my order, which will make anyone feel good about frequenting a place.

Stephen was one of the staff who was responsible for counter service, busing tables, and general cleanup in the cafe area. Nice enough guy, 19 years old as he once told me, slightly heavyset, making extra money for his local college tuition. He still lived at home to save money, and tended to be a bit of a loner.

He was also the quiet type for the most part, but seemed comfortable enough around me to speak like we had been friends for awhile. That friendliness aroused a sense of curiosity in me, wondering perhaps if there was a way to, for lack of a better term, get into his pants.

Being over 40, I generally did not seek out much younger partners. But the more I thought about it, the more interested I was in making an exception with him. I had no idea of his sexual experience, or even preference, but the thought of giving someone a first time encounter they would remember became a predominant fixture in my mind. And the more I thought on it, the more aroused I became.

One evening, I decided to pop into a nearby pub for dinner rather than cook at home. I sat enjoying my dinner, and once finished, while sipping on my wine, I noticed Stephen sitting at the bar by himself. So, I wandered up and said hello.

“Hey…buddy…,” he said in a somewhat inebriated voice, “funny meeting you here,” he continued, putting his arm around my shoulder in a friendly manner.

“Instead of sitting by yourself, why not join me at my table,” I offered.

“Sure…good idea,” he replied, getting up and steadying himself before following me over.

“You having another?” I asked, my mind now racing with the possibilities. He shook his head slightly.

“Ok, well, tell you what,” I said, “I don’t live far from here. And I’ve only had a glass of wine. We can walk back to my place, I can get the car, and drive you home.” He frowned.

“Don’t really want to go home yet, but yeah, I’m done here. Sure, we can go back to your place. Maybe I’ll get a drive from you later,” he said. Well, this was even better than I had hoped.

So, a scant 5 minutes later, we walked back to my apartment. I had to steady him a few times, as I didn’t really know his level of intoxication until he tried to walk some distance. As we arrived at my apartment, he had his arm draped over my shoulder and my arm around his waist.

As we rode up the elevator, my excitement level rose again. Would he be accepting of my advances? What could I do to increase my chances? The door opened on my floor, and we walked slowly to my door, and then inside.

Immediately, he asked to use the bathroom, and when he came out, he slumped onto the sofa. I sat down next to him.

“Anything you want to watch on TV, or something I can get you to drink, eat?”

He shook his head, although there was something on his mind as he appeared to be distracted, other than the obvious somewhat intoxicated reason.

“Damn” he said, lowering his head and shaking it once again.

“Ok,” I said, “is there something I can help with?”

“I’m…horny as hell…right now…,” he groaned, “so unless you can help with that…,” he finished, shaking his head once again.

“Well,” I answered, “as a matter of fact, I can help.” I moved next to him, and moved my hands to unbutton the catch on his jeans, lowering the zipper in the process. He jumped, startled at my actions.

“Wait” istanbul travesti he said, “I don’t…know…about this.”

“Just relax,” I replied reassuringly, “trust me on this.” I pulled the sides of his pants down slightly. “Lift up,” I asked, and he obliged, albeit with some measure of hesitation. I slid his jeans all the way down to his ankles. Now kneeling in front of him, I took hold of his underwear and slid them down as well, so they were now keeping his pants company around his ankles. A smaller but thick, cut erection was evident between his legs.

“You ever had another guy do you?” I asked in a gruff manner. He was almost hyperventilating, he was breathing so rapidly, but shook his head. I smiled, kneeling on the carpet and spreading his legs apart.

“Well, you won’t be able to say that for long,” I finished, leaning it, grasping his erection and stroking it a couple of times before moving my head down and taking him completely into my mouth. He uttered a loud, sharp cry of alarm, and his hands moved to my shoulders. I started sucking furiously at him.

His eyes widened, and he groaned and gasped several times. It was barely 30 seconds later when rapid short breaths gave way to a loud cry, intense movement and a tightening of his hands on my shoulders. I braced myself, heard a guttural grunt, and felt a hard spurt erupt in my mouth.

I licked faster, feeling additional spurts and hearing more groans as his body vibrated and twisted slightly in place. Long, loud breaths came from him as he came down from the intensity of his first male to male orgasm.

I looked up at him as he sat there, his eyes closed, chest rising and falling now in a slow, regular manner. I said nothing as I let his softening erection slip out of my mouth, but merely removed his shoes and pulled his pants and underwear completely off. His socks were next, and I ran my hands up his legs, massaging his thighs.

He groaned again, and I pulled him to a standing position in front of me. He was starting to breathe more rapidly as I slid my hands to his sides and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

As he stood naked in front of me, I admired the softness of his unblemished skin, the goose bumps on his arms as he stood shivering slightly, the hardness of his nipples. I knew I wanted him right then and there, and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom.

He was obviously a little uncomfortable standing there naked, watching me undress, revealing my own naked form to him. My erection was rigid, something that he gasped at seeing, which also caused him to start hardening again. I pulled back the covers and ushered him slowly into bed.

He lay down face up, and I moved beside him. He squirmed slightly as I ran my hand across his legs, traced the outline of his erection with one finger, moved up his stomach and circled his navel, causing a short cry and jolt, and finally ended up at his chest.

As my finger ran over one hardened nipple, he groaned, so I continued, working from one nipple to the other, listening to his gasps and moans. I moved my head up and took one nipple in my mouth, rapidly licking it with my tongue before pursing my lips around it and pulling back. He shrieked, moving his hands up to try and push my head away.

I deflected his hands and continued, and his body twisted, a gasp of laughter escaping him.

“Ah,” I said triumphantly, “now I understand.”

I moved on top of him, holding his arms out fully to his sides and holding them in place, dipping my head back to his chest and started working on his nipples again. His body convulsed, and with no way to prevent my teasing licks, the laughter finally started in earnest. I continued, kissing my way down over his stomach, running my tongue rapidly in and around his navel, causing an even greater level of now unrestrained hysteria.

Moving between his legs, rapid light kisses elicited a similar if not elevated reaction. He was red faced now, pleading for me to stop, but istanbul travestileri I was unrelenting, and the brief respite I gave him was only to pin his ankles under my legs. His eyes went wide, and before he had a chance to protest, my fingers danced across his helpless soles, causing him a complete and utter breakdown of pretense and decorum. He writhed around the bed, hysterical, his shrieks of laughter interspersed with the occasional continued pleading for me to stop.

I stopped, but only briefly, getting off the bed and moving to the side table, where I removed a bottle of lubricant and a condom packet. He was still panting and gasping from the effort expended, and watched as I put on the condom, and drizzled some lubricant over it. When I lay back down on the bed, I asked him softly to turn on his side.

He did so without any hesitation, and I moved behind him, gently massaging his thigh as I adjusted my position. I asked him to raise his legs upward halfway, so he was in a full fetal position, and applied a small amount of lubricant to my middle finger.

I ran my finger around his anal opening, causing him to jump at the feeling. I applied more lubricant to my finger, then gently slid just the tip of it inside him. He grunted loudly and he jumped, but didn’t move his position. He groaned as I inserted my finger halfway, then all the way, and began a slow thrust in and out of him.

“I think you’re ready,” I said, again readjusting my position so I was now right behind him. I applied a generous amount of lubricant to my hand, running it over my erection and bringing it into place.

I gently pushed forward, and my erection pushed against his anal opening, slowly sliding partially inside. He grunted loudly, and I pushed forward again, now completely inside him. I began to thrust slowly and gently, while my lubricated hand moved around front of him, grasping and tugging at his mostly rigid erection. He was groaning loudly, sounding like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. But finally, he groaned out loud.

“You’re…fucking…you’re fucking my ass…,” he shrieked, groaning loudly at the end.

“Yes, I am,” I said, “and you are so nice and tight, sweetie. I am going to cum so quickly inside you,” I whispered.

He gasped loudly, and now his groans were almost continuous, seemingly escaping at every one of my slow thrusts inside him. My tugging at his erection became faster and harder, only elevating his groans to a louder level, and as he let out a sharp cry, I pushed deeply into him. His body straightened, tightening my erection inside him and I felt his erection pulsate a few times, the feeling of warm liquid drizzling and seeping into my hand.

I could not contain myself any longer, moaning loudly and feeling the spurts of cum erupt into the condom tightly embracing my erection.

“That feels so good,” I whispered into his ear, and he groaned as well, pushing his buttocks back into me.

“Oh, you tease,” I said, lightly and rapidly kissing his neck. He squealed, trying to move his neck away, and I spent the next minute lightly probing and prodding his naked form, finding and delighting in the several ticklish spots I found. We lay there, still in the same position, both of us very comfortable and coming down from the exhilarating experience.

Eventually, we moved from the bed and made our way into the bathroom. A shower was in order, and it was a long luxuriating one, replete with both of us washing one another, which became fondling and ultimately ending in arousal for each. Kissing was difficult at first for him, with the old traditional stigmas still entrenched in the minds of the younger generation, but he warmed up to it quickly once he got over the hesitation.

He was extremely passionate, and completely receptive to me in so many ways. When my tongue reached out to his during a kiss, he balked slightly, but after a few moments, he held on to me even more tightly, our tongues dancing around one travesti istanbul another as the kissing became more intense.

He broke the kiss, looking very hesitant, but trying to not be awkward. He went down to his knees, taking my cock in his hand and beginning to stroke it, hardening it more than it was.

“Don’t feel obligated to do anything you are not comfortable doing,” I said softly, “there is no pressure here.” He nodded and smiled slightly. He swallowed hard, his breathing becoming a bit more rapid. His hand shook slightly as he placed it on my thigh, he brought his head forward, and began to tentatively lick at me.

He continued, and as he felt and watched me harden further, he got more comfortable and more bold, holding the base of the shaft in his hand and taking most of it into his mouth, where he started sucking slowly at first. I reacted favorably, coaxing him on, and he sucked and licked faster and more intensely.

I moaned, gently holding his head in place. He was now fixated on getting me to cum, really driving his head back and forth on me. I got closer and closer, and very soon was urgently advising him to move his mouth.

He moaned and shook his head, continuing to suck faster, and I held his head tightly, pushing my erection in and out of his mouth, feeling the cum erupt. He groaned, swallowed, and continued sucking. He got every drop out of me, and still continued sucking. It felt wonderful, and I pulled him up to me as we embraced once again. We continued kissing, fondling, groping, losing track of all time.

We ended up back in bed, where I went down on him again, slowly teasing and edging him for several minutes until he couldn’t take anymore, begging for relief.

“Are you sure? You’ve already cum twice…you really want to cum again?” I asked in a very teasing voice.

“Please…don’t stop…don’t stop…” came his urgent reply, and with that I bore down on him, sucking and licking at the head of his erection, swirling my tongue over it and listening to his urgent cries. He sat partially upright, then flopped back down on the bed, thrashing about wildly as he came again, his head bouncing off the pillow several times as I coaxed all I could out of his erection.

I moved up on top of him, laying down, and feeling his arms and legs embrace tightly around me. More kissing ensued, more tongues playing and teasing one another, rolling over on top of one another and back again.

I was unsure whether or not there would be another encounter with him. Once we came down from our orgasmic highs, for lack of a better term, he got quiet, and I thought maybe he was feeling ashamed, or guilty, or hesitant about continuing this anymore.

“I wish I could feel this way every day,” he said sullenly, “I feel so trouble free and happy right now.” I looked at him quizzically, wondering why he would think he couldn’t.

“Well,” he continued, “this was a one time thing…wasn’t it?” he asked.

“Do you want it to be a one time thing?” I replied, pretty certain I knew the answer before I asked the question.

“No…,” came the immediate reply, “so you mean…we can do this…again?” I nodded.

“And again and again…for however long you want to, and as many times as you want,” I said. He seemed, quite frankly, overwhelmed with emotion. I turned over, pulling him over with me so he was now on top, pulling him tightly into me.

“Sweetie, I will go down on you, slide myself into you, and take you as often as we can. But, bear in mind…,” I cautioned, bringing my fingers to his sides and probing him softly, “that also means I’m likely to find out how ticklish you are as well. You think you can handle that?” I teased, feeling him squirm and begin to laugh loudly.

“Yes…oh, god yes…anytime you want…anytime…,” he shrieked. We snuggled back into one another as I rubbed his back slowly, just holding on to one another in a tight embrace.

It has been six months since that day. Despite the rigors of a school and work schedule, and his still living at home, we have managed to get together every day, sometimes briefly, sometimes for a great deal longer. And every time has been thrilling and arousing. I don’t know what the future holds, but I certainly hope it includes him.

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I could say that things went on as usual, but that would depend upon how you define “usual.” We’d found our own version of that, and I wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t romantic. There was no making out. After all, he was straight. We just wouldn’t look too closely at the many loads I’d now swallowed for him. He was hot and horny, and I loved getting that big dick to pulse its loads in my mouth. Why question any of it?

And really, there was a certain amount of intimacy. Sure, we had mornings where I’d be studying and he’d come over and ask me to suck him, so I’d just sit there as he stood and fucked my mouth. Fun, but not intimate. But then there were the times when he came to my bed and fucked my mouth, which I always loved, and collapsed next to me after he’d cum, spooning up against me. It may just have been what felt right in the moment, but that definitely felt intimate. Still, I tried to keep myself from getting too attached. This wasn’t husband material. This was a horny college guy who wanted to empty his balls as often as he could. Again, not that I was complaining!

Our sexual routine didn’t have a particular pattern or plan, honestly. We kept going to classes, studying, and when he got horny, which was very often, I’d suck him off the best that I could. While he wasn’t making out with me, he did sometimes tolerate my exploring his beautiful body a bit more than he might have had in mind. I particularly liked working his nipples and hearing him moan. I’m pretty sure that was a revelation to him. Like most guys in our teen years, I think he maybe thought of kissing as fun but otherwise was focused on his dick. Finding out how good his nipples felt when I licked and sucked them (and even bit them) seemed like a surprise.

Whatever he was thinking, I wasn’t complaining. I was having fun with my boytoy, and I just hoped it didn’t stop!

Then one night, something happened. It was inevitable but still troubling. Well, troubling and, honestly, pretty hot, too!

It was a Friday night. John was determined to go hit some of the parties. There was one in particular that was off-campus but nearby. He was going to see how much fun he could have. Fair enough. Other than playing with me, he was basically the same guy he always was and wanted to find girls and get drunk.

So, off he went. I finished some work I had for class, and then I decided to go hit the shower. My shower routine had changed since that shower with John. No, he wasn’t joining me all the time. I thought maybe he’d just gotten so turned on that night that he lost himself in all of it. And that was fine. At least he wasn’t one of those guys I’d heard about who acted like none of it ever happened. Really, for a straight guy, he was pretty matter-of-fact about everything. We just kept it all between us.

So anyhow, I hit the shower and was cleaning up when I took some time for something I’d found myself doing more since he rubbed his big dick up and down my ass and humped me ’til he came. I started fingering my hole. I got my fingers soapy and worked one in, slowly pushing through the tight opening and working it back and forth. As I felt my hole start to relax just a bit, I pulled my finger out, added more soap and worked it back in, along with another finger. I kept at it until I had three worked in there.

I felt instinctively that this wasn’t the same as the real thing, but it was as close as I was getting in this situation. As I kept finger-fucking my hole, without thought I found myself moaning, “fuck, John, yeah, give me that dick.” I was working in as deep as I could, but I also knew what he had worked down my throat would be getting a lot deeper than my fingers! I kept moaning his name, and I know what you’re thinking… the door flew open and there he was. But no, he wasn’t. He’d gone out, and as I was fantasizing about him being in me, he was out somewhere, drinking too much and hitting on some girl.

As I kept working my hole, I used my other hand to stroke myself, and it wasn’t long before I was building up to a nice, strong orgasm. As I came, I felt my hole clenching on my fingers and was imagining I was grabbing John’s big dick in there. At the same time, I watched my ropes of cum shooting against the shower tiles. Fuck, I even turned myself on when I saw my cum go flying like that!

And with that, it was time to finish cleaning up and head to bed. Not like I was going out in search of parties. I wasn’t ready to be “out and proud,” and the straight fratboy festivals going on around me held no appeal. So off to bed I went!

I was tired, and I fell asleep quickly. Then I had a weird dream. Well, maybe not weird, since I’d been having sex dreams about John for a while. But he was in my dream and something else was happening. In the dream, he was rimming me, and I was begging him to fuck me, but something didn’t seem right. It’s hard to explain the snippets of the dream I could remember, but I soon was roused from my sleep by what apparently had triggered istanbul travesti the dream in the first place.

The room as pretty dark, with just some illumination from outside lights coming through the window, but as I awoke, I could see that John wasn’t alone. He’d apparently come in quietly with a girl. They were trying to be quiet, but from what I could see, they were going at it already. He was between her legs, and she was whimpering quietly. This was particularly interesting, since our prior deal would be, if he brought someone back, I’d go somewhere else, so he could have the room. Not that he’d had a lot of success on that front, despite how hot he was, but that was our deal.

Tonight, it seemed, he was okay with me being there, so I just tried to be quiet and pretend to still be asleep. She really seemed to be enjoying John eating her out, which I guess is what got me to dream he was rimming me. He was still in his underwear as she was moaning. Then she whispered to him, “my turn,” and she giggled a little. I really had no interest in her, but this was exciting to watch. Like live porn! Even if it was straight porn, it was amazing to see. They switched places, with John moving under her and up the bed. She stopped above him to kiss him as he felt her tits, and then she moved down, grabbing the sides of his underwear as she slid them down. I heard, “wow, I could feel it was big when we were kissing before, but this is the biggest I’ve ever held!”

I could see her between his legs, with John’s big dick in her hand. She wasn’t hesitant or shy. She started licking it and taking the head in her mouth. She was bobbing her head up and down on him, and even though there were some feelings that she was stealing my man (yeah, I know, but the feelings just happened!), I was incredibly turned on. John made sounds like he was liking it, and I saw his fingers on her head.

After a few minutes, she whispered, “I hope I can get this in me!” and they moved around again. I saw him go into a drawer, and it looked him he’d grabbed a condom and some lube. I didn’t know much about straight sex, other than what I’d seen in porn, but the lube surprised me. Maybe when you’re that big, it helps?

As I watched, he rolled the condom on, as she looked up at him. Then I saw him tip the bottle up over his fingers and then reach between her legs. I could see him working his fingers in. At first, she jumped a little. “That’s cold!” He said, “sorry, but a little lube will help.” “Yeah,” she said, “I’ve never had something that big, so it’s fine!”

He kept fingering her, and she was making sounds like she was enjoying it. Meanwhile I could see his condom-covered dick bobbing in front of him. After a few minutes, she said, “fuck me! I need that in me!”

So he got into position, that alone an amazing thing to see, and started to push into her. She moaned as he did, but then she said, “wait! Slow!” He stopped moving, and then she said, “Okay, give me more.” I guess even girls might have to adjust sometimes? John was slowly pumping in and out. An inch or two. Then more. And more. Finally, it appeared he was completely inside her. I could hear her, not that she was all that quiet now, saying, “oh my god, that feels amazing!”

With that he started giving her longer strokes. The view was incredible. I wished I could see it in better light, but I still could see her legs in the air, wrapping around his back, as his beautiful ass pumped, and I watched his body move. The way he moved, a muscular dance where his hips and back seemed to move independently, was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. He leaned in to kiss her, and they both moaned as he didn’t miss a stroke.

She was getting louder and louder, but I guess they didn’t care. Before too long, and all in missionary position, it seemed he was getting her where she needed to go. “Oh, yes! Keep going! You’re going to make me cum!” And he said, “me too!” He pounded her pussy faster and faster before she outright yelled and squealed, apparently having a great orgasm. In the midst of that, John pumped into her a few more times, left himself buried balls-deep and collapsed on her. When he eventually rolled off her, she told him that was amazing. Then she got up and started getting dressed. Well, at least she wasn’t going to try to stay over. That would be awkward!

As she dressed, he sat on the side of the bed. It looked like he was still hard, as he pulled off the condom and tossed it in the trash. She leaned in to kiss him and said, “see you around,” and then she was gone.

I was so hard! Did he know? Well, that was answered fast enough.

I heard him say, “enjoy that?”

I laughed, “not as much as you did! Since when do you bring someone back and not ask me to give you the room?”

John said, “I thought it might be hot to let you see us fuck, and she was all over me, so there was no question that was going to happen.”

“Yeah, well, she took my man!”

He laughed, “watch it with that ‘my man’ stuff!”

“Uh istanbul travestileri huh. I think we know who gets most of your loads, but okay!”

I could see a smile forming on his face. “So do you want to help me out?”

“Help you out? You just got laid!”

“Yeah,” he said, “but I need to cum!”

“Again, didn’t you just get laid?”

John said, “yeah, but it was better for her than for me.”

He must have seen the confusion on my face, so he flipped on the lights. As I was squinting away the sudden brightness, he went to the trash can and fished out the condom. Holding it up in front of me, he said, “see any cum in that? I wanted to make her cum, but she wasn’t getting me there.”

I didn’t see any cum in the condom, so he wasn’t kidding. And then he threw it back in the trash and came over to wave that big dick in my face. “Help me, buddy!”

I wanted to, but also… “yeah, I know where that just was, so go wash up! Then we’ll see.”

He immediately headed for the shower. I was tempted to go join him, but instead I just stayed in my bed.

He soon was back, with a towel tightly wrapped around those swimmer’s hips. He smiled and said, “brrr, it’s a little cold in here.”

“So come here, big guy. Let’s stay warm together.”

He curled up next to me in my small bed. As he did, he wrapped his arms around me. I felt a bit of wetness from the shower, but I really didn’t care. His arms snaked around my body as he held me from behind. And then he was feeling down my body, running his hands down my legs, and then I felt him cupping my ass. “Such a hot ass!” And his dick was pressing against my leg as it throbbed.

Suddenly his right hand was gripping my dick. Whoa, straight boy, you really are getting into this, aren’t you? “John, don’t do too much there. I just watched something very hot, and I’m about two strokes from cumming!”

He said okay and let go. I definitely had mixed feelings about that, but the rest was pretty awesome, too. He kept feeling me, and I was reaching back, feeling his amazing body in my hands. He wasn’t like some kind of bodybuilder, but to me, his body was even hotter. Masculine and lithe with those long muscles of a lifeguard. A beautiful male specimen, like he was sculpted that way.

As we continued feeling each other, he moved so his dick was in my crack again. His hips started moving, and I was unbelievably turned on. But why had he not cum in her? She wasn’t getting him there? I thought he lived to fuck. I was a bit confused.

We moved around and soon he was on top of me.

“So explain this to me,” I said as my hands cupped his hard ass. “I’m pretty sure I saw you fuck a girl and collapse on top of her as you both came.”

“Yeah, sort of. More like, as she came, and I knew I’d have to go for ages before I actually got there.”

“So why not go for ages?”

He smiled, “trust me, bud, it would have been too much for her.”

“Ha! I don’t know what to make of this arrogance! Pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?”

He laughed and said, “nah, but how would you like to be full of me?”

Fuck, he knew how to get me going.

Our mouths were maybe three inches apart at that point. I was dying to kiss him, but I also didn’t want to fuck up whatever this was that we had. So I just enjoyed that ass in my hands, and then I started to hump my dick against his. By then, I’d gotten enough control that I felt like I could keep from cumming immediately.

He started humping back, and there was something incredibly erotic about this man who’d just made a girl cum with that dick of his now humping it against mine. “Damn, that feels really good, John.”

“Yeah, for me, too.”

“But I need to hear more. What happened? She sucked you and you fucked her, but here we are.”

“Yeah, she sucked me, but she’s nothing like you. I think you might have ruined me for girls’ blowjobs.”

“So now you’re playing for my team?”

“Don’t get carried away, but you are amazing at that!”

I hugged him tight. Maybe I couldn’t kiss him, but I wanted to feel that body. Right then, at least, he was mine.

“And that ass of yours. Well… I don’t know what to do, but knowing you were watching me fuck was an incredible turn-on. Still, as hot as that was, I knew I wanted you to take my load.”

Wait, did he mean he wanted to fuck me? That still scared me.

But then he started humping faster and suddenly he was sucking and biting my neck. I felt his big dick going hard against mine, but I had it way too bad for him to be content with his load on my stomach.

“John, wait. I know you need to cum, but do you want to do it that way? I can think of a better way, can’t you?”

He just smiled and started moving his hips up along my body as I slid down the bed. In a moment, I was looking up at that big dick and his sexy thighs, and then further up at his smiling face looking down at me. He said, “how did I get this lucky?”

What was he thinking? If I hadn’t just watched him fucking travesti istanbul a girl, I’d wonder about this sexy man. Was he falling for me? Nah, he was just horny, but hey, how had I gotten so lucky? Whatever, I wasn’t complaining!

We kind of had this routine down by now, as I’d been his oral cumdump a bunch of times already, but I wasn’t complaining! I loved it, every single time.

John rubbed the head of that big dick on my lips. Back and forth, as it leaked precum on me. I licked some up, and then I flicked my tongue at the head. “She really wasn’t as good as me? She looked like she was trying really hard to make it good.”

“No comparison!”

I think I moaned a little at that, and his smile got huge.

Damn, that smile. He could make me do whatever he wanted, so it’s good he just wanted what we both already knew we loved!

“Let’s give you what you need, John.”

With that, I opened my mouth as he slid into me. First, a few inches, and he moaned very loud. “Fuck, that’s so amazing!” And I pulled his dick out long enough to say, “Shhh! You get any louder and the whole floor will know what we’re doing!”

And he said, “I’m not sure I care!”

Huh? He really was confusing me. Or maybe he was just crazed with lust.

A second later, he was sliding back into my mouth, as I grabbed his ass in both hands. Feeling those cheeks clench with each thrust, I was remembering what I saw as he fucked that girl. Now I was the lucky one with this sexy man doing what he was born to do!

I guess all the sex had him very revved, because he was leaking a flood into my mouth. I was loving it! So maybe I shouldn’t be mad at the girl who played with “my man,” since she left him like this!

He usually had good staying power, but I felt like he might not take as long this time. He was long-stroking his full length into my mouth and throat. It was so amazingly hot as my eyes were filled with the sight of his tight abs.

John was moaning louder and louder, as I sucked him the best I could with all that dick stretching my mouth. As I heard him gasp, it still seemed too soon for him, given all my experience making him cum. He pulled back some and was doing short, shallow strokes, letting me work my tongue on the head. I grabbed his shaft in my hand and pulled him back, saying, “are you getting clo…” as he groaned really loud and started spraying on my face, in my hair and onto the sheets and pillow.

I only missed a shot or two before quickly putting him back in my mouth. I loved feeling the pulses of his dick as he came, so I needed to have him cum in me more than on me.

As he kept stroking over my tongue, I took every drop he had left until he stopped and slowly pulled out of my mouth. We moved so we were lying side by side again. He was smiling at me. Straight boy sure looked like this was more than sex.

“Sorry about the mess,” he said.

“That’s okay.”

“No, let me help clean up!”

And he ran a finger through some cum on my face. Then he sucked it off his finger. I mean, it was his own, but wow! And then… “I can see why you like it. I taste pretty good.” I laughed, and he said, “no, here, you should see!”

I had a split-second of confusion. I knew what he tasted like. What was he…?

And suddenly, he’d leaned in to kiss me, his tongue invading my mouth.

Our hands were on the backs of each other’s heads as the kiss continued. I was thoroughly confused, but I’d never been more turned on.

He finally broke the kiss, and I said, “you’re going to lose your straightboy certification.”

He kind of shrugged and said, “maybe I just want to experiment.”

I certainly didn’t mind. I just gave him another kiss, although tamer than what he’d just laid on me.

Then he mentioned that he could feel how hard I was against him.

“How can I not be? I mean, look at you!”

He laughed and said we should do something about it. “Fair is fair.”

I asked, “so what should we do?”

“Get on top of me. Hump your dick against mine.”

Well, that was new in a way, with me taking that kind of role, so we got into that position, and I started thrusting. Looking at this stud under me as I rubbed my dick against his, it was like I should be waking up from a dream. If John were a stranger and I was just sitting in a coffee shop somewhere and this stud walked in, I’d be likely to embarrass myself by staring. But here he was, naked under me as I fucked my dick against him.

He smiled up at me, as I got more into it. This was new to me, and I wasn’t going to last long. He said, “Yeah, stud, give me your dick! Damn, you’re hot when you fuck!”

Who was this man?

In the meantime, I hoped our suitemates or neighbors didn’t hear. I wasn’t that brave yet! But I wasn’t going to stop, either.

I arched my back and was up on my arms as my hips kept thrusting my dick against him.

And he was really into it. “You going to give me that load?”

“You want it?”

“Oh, yeah!”

I was so close, but I wasn’t going to waste an opportunity. As I felt I was about to cum, I dropped down on him, grabbed his head and kissed him deeply. His arm wrapped around my head, and we were in a deep kiss as I shot between us. I moaned hard into his mouth, and I kept shooting.

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I found enough courage to attend my first.

Gay Night Club.

I didn’t know what to expect but this wasn’t it.

As we walked past a clusters of horseshoe shaped booths with couples talking discreetly to each other, my heart started to palpitate with excitement as we arrived and my friend for the night stood up to greet me.

He were about my build, immaculately dressed in expensive black slacks a white short sleeved shirt partially unbuttoned, impeccably jet black hair with an odd gray hair starting to show. My dress almost identical except my apparel was from a chain department store and I was half his age. Our Solo night host introduced us.

“Jason Wilson allow me to introduce Stefan De Vries, I hope you enjoy each other’s company tonight.”

We exchanged handshakes, Stefan had an endearing soft double handed handshake then inviting me to sit with a flowing hand gesture as he asked.

“What would you like to drink?”

As I was driving I would have one of the Club’s alcohol free mocktail, Stefan ordered a large Macallan whiskey and said to our host to put them on his account.

The horseshoe booth with its small round pedestal table could only accommodate two. As we sat down our legs bumped and rubbed together, Stefan smiled and placed both his hands on top of mine. I could feel something warm and intimate pass between us as he asked.

“Tell me about yourself, why you are here tonight and what you are looking for?”

I had prepared simple one line answers that I couldn’t now put into words and nervously said. “I don’t know I am not very good at getting into relationships and the guys I house share with said I should try this Club’s new Solo Night. They helped me prepare my profile, actually they prepared it for me I have also tried dating sites but no luck.” I then asked.

“What are you looking for?” His reply seemed almost apologetic.

“I have had a few relationships some good some not so good. Although I have a nice circle of friend’s they all have live-in partners and I am the odd one out. Over the past few years I have been alone as you get older you tend not to get into relationships. Like you they suggested I try this Club’s new Solo night and Karl my friend’s partner prepared my profile for me. Can I ask what do think about getting into a relationship with someone like me who is older also I take it you are not out about being gay?”

I floundered again. “No I am not out and I am not even sure if I am gay, I am ok with you being older as I feel comfortable in your company.” I could feel Stefan squeeze my hand in approval as our drinks arrived, mines had a pink umbrella in it; was it an omen?

Stefan asked me what I did for a living and what type of vehicle I had. I explained I was a junior design engineer in a sales department for a pump company in the south side of the city. My vehicle is a ten year old Range Rover that I restored, my uncle gave it to me when his eyesight became too bad for him to drive.

Stefan explained he was from Cape Town in South Africa and is now a partner in a diamond brokerage company just off George Square. I thought that meant he repaired diamond rings or something like that, how wrong can you be. His parents are now both retired enjoying life and recently moved to London due to the troubles in South Africa. His father was a diamond mining engineer, macho type and disapproved of Stefan being gay.

As he said that I felt very sorry for him and wondered what my parents and friends would think if I ever came out as being gay.

As the night went on we chatted about our lives, Stefan ordered quite a few mocktails for me and large Macallan whiskies for himself. I could hear his Africans’ accent start to show as the alcohol affected his otherwise perfect English. Tim the Club photographer came over and had us pose together with our arms around each other holding up our drinks, then suggested we sit more intimately together. As we moved together turning to looking into each other’s eyes Stefan put his hand on my leg sliding it up until he touched me, taken by surprise I opened my mouth as he kissed me.

I wasn’t angary or embarrassed actually I quite liked it. Tim broke both our trances when he said.

“Perfect, I will finish them off and send them off to you later.”

After Tim left Stefan asked me “would I like to spend the night with him we don’t have to have sex, just be with him, or just coffee?”

Although I was excited at the thought of it replied “I don’t know, I wasn’t sure yet, maybe when we get to know each other.”

His instant response was “then come out with me for a meal tomorrow night.”

Catching me totally unaware I said “ok” which I felt quite excited about. Usually I got knocked back if I asked anyone out and didn’t want him to feel the same rejection. The time passed quickly and it was time for us to leave the Solo club night. My vehicle was in the multi-story car park above the Club, Stefan’s plan was to get istanbul travesti a train home from the Central Station.

When we went outside and the cool night air hit us, alcohol made Stefan a bit unsteady on his feet so I decided to walk him to the rail station about a block away. Just two guys chatting as they headed towards the station. By the time we arrived I was a bit concerned about leaving him alone to find the rest of his way home safely and suggested if it’s ok I will take you up on the offer of a coffee.

He smiled as we turned and headed back to where I had parked up. As we walked together this time I was conscious passerby’s may be looking at us, would they see something in our intensions. Stefan gave me his post code and I punched it into the satnav and headed to the south of the city towards the Mearns district.

We arrived at an impressive luxury apartment complex turning into the driveway our path was blocked by a closed gate, Stefan produced a beeper, pressed it, and the gate opened like magic. We parked up at a visitor slot and took the elevator up to his floor. In his entrance hallway he took off his shoes and socks before leading me into the living room which was plush and expensively furnished with a long shag pile carpet which felt wonderful under your bare feet. It seemed to seductively massage your feet as you walked on it.

Stefan made us coffee which turned out to be an imported Dutch rope type coffee which had an arousing kick to it making us relax as we sat together. Placing his arm round me drawing us both together then partially unbuttoned my shirt like his before starting to caress my chest as our heads intimately touched. We stared to share our lives secretes after he asked me. Why was I unsure if I was gay and not good in relationships? It was then that I decided to tell him why and that I was not just leading him on.

About a year and a half ago during the Pride week the Students Union was raising funds running a disco night for some Transgender group and we all bought tickets, it was to be a theme fancy dress and we were all to be cross dressed and remain in character for a whole 24 hours. It sounded like fun.

I played hockey so went down to a second hand clothes shop bought a short green hockey skirt and matching pants I already had the shirt and hockey stick. My theme was to be a jolly hockey sticks character. Most of us didn’t have the bottle to go dressed, at least sober, and got changed in the gym dressing room.

It was a typical student disco, copious booze, lewd comments, propositioning and groping each other, somewhere during the night my memories of events vanished. I woke up in the morning alone, naked, in an empty bed. My skin in places was caked with dried out something or another my body ached all over like you get after strenuous exercise and my butt and dick were hurting as I moved.

Totally disoriented, but I had to go, I walked over to the door saw my sports bag with my green hockey skirt and shirt lying on top of it inside it was my track suit and a towel. I grabbed the towel and wrapping it round me, passing and stepping over sleeping bodies strewn over the floor. After finding something on the back of my leg I had a shower to clean up, by the time I had finished the others had started to nosily wake up.

Clambering over a few prone bodies I asked what happened last night, nobody was forthcoming, usually you were given some crap story about what you were supposed to have done this time absolutely nothing.

After a few days I was still a bit concerned about what may have happened and went to see the nurse, as I had had a shower since then all traces of whatever was gone. She still took samples and sent them off for testing, a few days later I received a text saying all clear no infections the usual bland words in case someone read your text. A few days later I was invited to attend a University sexual health course, never found out what if anything had happened. After that I cut down on the booze, as my uncle gave me his somewhat dented Range Rover I spent my spare time and money restoring it, no student parties since then.

When I graduated and started working I moved in to a house share with two guys who were openly gay and share a double bed and two guys who insisted they were straight and had two single beds in their room having girlfriends stay overnight. I had a small single bedded box room and seem to get on better with Tom and John the two gays and their friends than I did with Harry and Ian and their friends.

Ever since that night I wondered if I was gay not that it matters what’s happened has happened, closure would be nice, Stefan then went on to share his story.

His father was a true South African Alfa male and a Mine General Manager who though Stefan might be gay, possibly his mother did too as she was always arranging blind dates with her friend’s daughters, but nothing ever came of them. They also both seemed to be having extra mural affairs. His father didn’t think he could istanbul travestileri hack it in the diamond industry culture and arranged for him to go to Cambridge University in the United Kingdom. The company his father worked for had a lot of funding contacts with the University, a few strings were pulled and he was accepted.

The day he arrived the House of Residence the Scout, who looked after the student’s needs, took him to meet who he would be sharing a room with. Knocked the door walked straight in and introduced him to Alexander who was sitting at his desk naked reading some book about the Romans. Typical academic type he instantly stood up and walked towards him, he was muscular, had an olive skin complexion, although also South African was of Italian decent. He greeted Stefan with a double handed hand shake then hugged him naked. This was a life endearing moments and are still close friends.

Alexander helped him unpack, even with the room window fully opened it was oppressively hot the Victorian central heating was either fully on or off. By the time they had finished unpacking he had talked Stefan into stripping down, then naked, as they talked sitting together sharing each other’s past lives. No sooner had they started talking that than four of Alexanders House friends walked in they were naked too all giving Stefan naked hugs. It was then that he first thought he might actually be gay, but still not fully convinced.

That night they all went down to a local bar to drink to his arrival and met up with many of their friends, it was then that he realised they were all gay what’s more were in a private male gay bar nicknamed Bullinghams after the back lane it was in. He was comfortable in their company and was readily accepted by them, he thought his father had something to do with the choice of the House of Residence. The bar had a reputation from the seventeenth century of being a haunt of gay men, this became their home from home for the next two years.

Attending some lectures he found he had problems understanding a particular facet of mathematical statistical logic’s, Alexander introduced him in the pub his friend Graham who was doing his Doctorate in statistical mathematics and could help him. He was Stefan’s lookalike and they were subsequently often mistaken for brothers.

He was invited to his room the next morning to be tutored, which had the same heating problem. When Graham opened the door he was naked and greeted him with a full body hug then insisted he be naked too. A House custom. They worked throughout the morning until he understood why and what had to be done with Graham’s very hands on approach, it was then that they bonded as friends.

Once they closed their books for the day Graham stood up and said let us now have sex together saying don’t worry I will show you what to do and you will enjoy it. He did, after that he stayed over in his rooms every Thursday as a study night for the next year. The Bullinghams Club also had a chalk board were you had to mark off after having sex with a member, which encouraged casual relationships and networking of lifelong friends.

Stefan suggested as it was now after three why not stay for the rest of the night, I could sleep on the couch even with three Dutch coffee kicks in me I felt very tired and said ok. He produced some bedding for the couch and left for his bedroom. I took off my slacks and my shirt, hanging them over a nearby chair, exposing my low cut black clingy underwear which showed off all my features and was arousing to wear the way it clung and pulled you each time you moved. My fetishes, amongst others, being sexy underwear, exposed muscular thighs and legs.

Stefan walked in as I was standing there wearing only an almost see through short gown with a pillow under his arm for me. He stopped and stared admiringly at me. I had never had anyone look like that at me before between being embarrassed and what we had talked about earlier I could feel a developing arousal being forcibly restrained within my tight underwear adding to the excitement and thrill.

He dropped the pillow came over embrace me initially running his hands seductively down my arms then hugged me I felt his hands slide down my spine and his fingers slide inside the back of my underwear, it was seductive as he started to slide them off. Once my full blown erection and my tangled underwear at my knees released, he stepped back as I continued to remove them it was then I saw his robe drop exposing his full blown erection.

When we both finished bunny hopping our feet free we reached over embracing each other. We were now both aroused and body rubbing each other and kissing passionately as I felt wetness form up between us. I had never felt such sexual intensity before.

Stefan took my hand and guided me to his bedroom the bed being fully turned down in anticipation. He moved pillows and had me sit with my legs pulled up which he gently moved apart after as he knelt in front of me. My erection was staring travesti istanbul to throb in anticipation as he held it gently and slowly stroked it and body rubbed me with his free hand which incited me to moan almost purring.

He was so gentle that I only slowly felt movement and excitement build, he said he had learnt this technique at a Tantra seminar on how to prolong pleasure. As I sat upright enjoying the evolving pleasure’ eyes closed mouth wide open in a silent erotic screams, as my momentum intensified I started to mimic his stroking motions body bumping the bed to bring on my climax. He controlled my evolving pleasure I could now hear myself nosily enjoy the impending withheld ecstasy when I unloaded it was all over my chest but he didn’t stop continuing my convulsions until I lay back exhausted and wet with sweat.

When I recovered he had me lay in a position with a cushion under my lower back as I offered myself up to him and his now throbbing erection he placed his hands on my shoulders as I placed my hands on his hips my legs now straining as I eased myself up into position in anticipation as he started to probe.

I could feel him slide purposefully slowly and gently in, my eyes staring upwards mouth wide open hands and feet now flat pressing on the bed steading me. As he touched my P spot whatever my adrenalin started pumping with erotic excitement as he withdrew, reentered and started to undulated gently and rhythmic I lost focus on how many times but I was getting more and more excited each time I could feel my pre cum drip one pump at a time.

We both started to breathe deeply and moan in harmony as he started to climax neither of us could control the inevitable, one last lunge paused in silence as I felt him unload, I could feel the warmth as it passed between us and run free. We both lay there like intertwined statues as we recovered from our ecstasy slowly parting.

We both lay side by side looking into each other’s eyes with a smile we gently embraced each other accepting the satisfaction and pleasure we both had achieved together. I now knew why I craved to have an intimate experience like this as we drifted off into an exhaustion sleep.

Classical music awoke us as a radio brought us from our slumber as we lay there naked together our bodies still finding solitude in each other. Stefan broke my trance saying shower time I think, I nodded in agreement. As we parted I could feel my skin in places was caked with dried out something or another and my body drained of energy as my mind flashed back to that feeling years ago as I woke up alone naked in a strange bed.

Stefan encouraged me to follow him with his outstretched hand into the shower room, when the shower was in full flow from the large shower head we entered the warm soothing water flow and stood there naked together. Stefan started to wash me with a foaming shower gel to remove last night’s aftermath, I then washed Stefan of his share of our aftermath. He produced a hand held spray wand to finish off, an interesting experience that I never felt or enjoyed before.

We stood under a body hot air blower that dried us without the necessity of a towel, another first for me. He then produced a short towel wrap from a stand and placed around me and adjusted its velcro waist strap with my left leg and thigh exposed. Stefan pulled his matching wrap on with his right leg exposed.

As we stood in front of a full length mirror together I could see that the wraps were sitting loosely and seductively on our hips and stopping about six inches above our knees with our exposed bare legs and thighs almost reaching out touching each other. I was to find out later the significance of this.

We walked naked and bare footed apart from our revealing wraps into his kitchen. The breakfast bar had high bar stools with low back rests my first test was to sit on one without exposing oneself, I managed it but only just my entire leg and thigh was sort of fully but seductively exposed. Stefan did his barman from the other side delivering up fruit juice, serial, pastries and coffee then walked round and stood beside me. My exposed leg and thigh received his full hands on attention as he ate his breakfast, so much so that I could feel myself starting to rise to the occasion.

Our moment of mutual contemplation was interrupted by a phone ringing in his study, excusing himself went to answer it as I finished my breakfast and cleared away the dishes in wet anticipation of what would come next.

He asked me to join him it was then that I saw it wasn’t just a speaker phone in his study but a full video conference suit with two large and four small screens. I saw myself on one small side screen as I walked in and one with Stefan standing at his desk and two other screens with people standing that I didn’t recognize.

They turned out to be Sir Richard Hardcastle a philanthropist who I was to call Dickie except in formal settings and Karl his research assistant and special friend. They were both dressed in white matching short hipster swim shorts showing signs of recently being in the pool both looked toned and tanned. It was then that I realised both Stefan and myself were wearing only matching towel wraps and mines having moved fully exposed my leg and thigh.

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Introduction:

I’m just starting out here. I feel like writing about some of my experiences; we’ll see how it goes. If I get comments and meet some interesting people through this, then all the better. There’s no particular order to my stories yet, but they’re all true. I’ve been a “closeted” (except to my current wife and a couple ex-girlfriends) cock slut for some time now. I don’t like guys, but love and would do anything for cock, cum, etc. I’m a cuck, like being a slave to my wife (sometimes), imagine being a sissy. Everyone in any story I write is obviously 18. Hey, maybe somebody in a story will recognize themselves and message me (now that there’s no craigslist hookups section)!

*****

I have a lot of family from San Diego and was visiting for a week or so from what I remember. I was on my way out, but had a snag. I didn’t want to catch back up with family; the ones out there are assholes for the most part. I got on craigslist, like I had many times before at this point, and tried to find a guy to meet up with while waiting on a delayed flight.

I’m a good looking guy, straight as far as anyone knows or can tell, Italian ethnicity, average build (but I was skinnier back when this story happened), and I istanbul travesti have a good sized uncut cock. The guy I met up with was partying which I wasn’t into at the time, he took me out for something to eat and we went back to his place.

He was a good guy, helping me out while I was broke and was trying to get flight arrangements together. I talked to him about my past in the porn industry (as a company owner, all straight stuff). He was a bottom so we obviously didn’t click very well — I may be aggressive and dominant when it comes to women, but when it comes to men, I want a real man who wants to use me like a girl. I love it. He sucked my dick a bit but I wasn’t even into that — I don’t get hard from all this, I just like to take it in the ass and get throatfucked and so on by dom guys. He wasn’t one, but he was a cool guy, didn’t want to get sucked, but watched me jack off for hours. He left for a little while and I forced a whole black Mag-Lite flashlight up my ass. All of it. (There’s some guys, the few who I have fucked, who have said I was born for it — I can take a LOT in my ass.)

He eventually took me back to the airport and I had a couple hours longer before I got on the flight I had arranged. I istanbul travestileri was super horny after all the porn and not meeting quite the right guy for me, so I tried craigslist again. The big black flashlight came to my mind, so I posted that I was a little slut looking for BBC — no talk, just come pick me up and use me.

At this point, most of these posts never resulted in anything. This time, though, someone said they were on their way. My heart raced. He just sent me a picture of a beautiful, throbbing and veiny black cock and I said I’d be waiting for him. The only plan was that I had to be back in time for my flight.

He actually arrived and I found him and got in his car. Small chat doesn’t really work for me in these situations. I’m shy, he seemed the “straight type”, we talked about his girlfriend and my ex-girlfriend. He didn’t mention anything else but drove straight to a pretty empty parking garage not too far away from the airport.

When we got there, he went up a couple of levels. “This is it,” I thought.

“Get in the back seat,” he told me. I was super excited and ready to do anything he wanted. I got in the back seat with him, he pulled his pants down to reveal a beautiful, probably travesti istanbul ten or eleven inch black cock, lots of veins and huge not even hard. “Suck it” — I sucked it like a little girl. I slapped it across my face, my tongue, throatfucked it (as far as I could, anyway), and, well “don’t forget the balls” is what he said — so I licked and sucked on them too, knowing that I was completely submissive to this beautiful cock in front of me even to do something I don’t usually do.

He told me to bend over the driver’s arm rest in between the two seats in the front of the car; basically I had my ass out for him in the backseat and the rest of my body in the front part of the car. He put on a condom (even though I didn’t want it at that point) and started forcing his dick in me. He had about half of it in immediately and I grasped, moaning, grabbing the seat from the pain of his big, beautiful cock.

“You were born for this” is what he told me as he forced the rest of his huge member in my tight asshole (at this point I’d only been fucked a few times, and by nothing comparable to his size). He fucked me for several minutes, all the time me moaning like a little girl, wanting to be a girl for him, and finally he came.

“Thanks,” he said. We got back up front and he dropped me off at the airport with my hole torn open, totally horny still. It’s an experience I’ve tried to have over and over again but it’s never been quite the same. But maybe I’ll tell some others here, too.

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Growing up, Nolan Williams wanted to be a fireman. He wanted to fly down that pole donning the thick outfit as though it were armor, on his way to honk the horn of a massive crimson truck as he raced down the street. He dreamed of braving an ocean of flames and rescuing the weak from tiny Hells on earth, carrying the coughing and wounded to a waiting ambulance to the sound of applauding neighbors. He would be a hero, someone little kids like him looked up to.

And then, at 13, his friends told him he smelled like sweetness and his bright hopes were snuffed out like a candle, darkness streaming from its wick.

He was put on antidepressants when he was 14, and anxiety medication at 16. He was told he could be an excellent nurse, teacher, secretary or even a house-husband. None of these careers, however, were appealing.

Eight years later, he was interning at an accounting firm. It was the end of his first day and, because of his medication, his body was weighed down with fatigue. He couldn’t wait to get home, get his second wind and jerk off. He was not looking forward to the drive back home because according to schedule, his meds could wear off completely as early as halfway through his commute. It would be uncomfortable, but he could still make it if he left now. He hated cutting things so close, but he had offered to clean the office and had wanted to stay until it was finished.

At 9:20, he was done- every pencil was sharpened, crumb vacuumed, miscellaneous item in its place and stain removed. Grabbing his satchel, he headed to the elevator. Someone came out from across the hall and joined him in the short walk. He smelled like an Alpha, and a twinge of nervousness sprung up in Nolan’s chest.

The down button was pressed and Nolan adjusted his glasses as he looked at the man beside him. He held a thick navy blue binder in his left hand. He must’ve istanbul travesti been wearing a cologne, too, as was customary for Alphas who didn’t want to flaunt their intimidating aroma. He could smell it beneath the warm, woodsy layer of whatever was on his neck. It was a spicy, masculine smell and it had his mouth watering.

The elevator dinged and the two stepped into its low-lit, tight space. He wondered if he should offer his name, but decided against it. His own scent was definitely apparent and he wanted to leave the building as soon as possible.

They were halfway down when the lights went out.

“Shit,” he grumbled.

A bead of sweat traced down his spine like a faint, tracing finger. Why the Hell had he worn a sweater??? “Did the, uh, elevator stop working?” he croaked.

“Seems like it.” He ran a hand through his dark, thick hair. He looked like he was in his mid or late twenties and had a pair of noticeable bags beneath his dark, glittering eyes.

The elevator was cool, and yet the stranger shed his light jacket to reveal a pair of toned, sun-kissed arms. He must’ve smelled it by now- the scent of an Omega in need.

“You look pretty pale. You good?”

The drowsiness of the suppression meds had worn off and something else had snatched its place. Something unmistakable. The smell of a nearby Alpha was triggering a deeply embedded instinct in Nolan to submit and breed.

“No.”

The stranger sniffed the air, his eyes adopting an alarmed look. “Fuck. Are you kidding me right now.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Is there anyone we can call?” Nolan asked.

“My phone’s dead. We’ll have to use yours.”

Nolan reached into his satchel, and something dawned on him. Desperately, he searched his bag, anyway, hoping he was mistaken, but it was no use. He had left his phone upstairs.

“I don’t have mine…”

“Shit.” istanbul travestileri He covered his nose in a futile attempt to stop the scent. “This is just my luck.”

“I am so sorry. It’s my first day and I was a late bloomer so I’m not used to this kinda thing and I stayed too late and- and….” His eyes were watering now, threatening to overflow to his cheeks.

“Hey, hey- it’s fine.” He placed a hand on his shoulder. Whether it was an effort to reassure him or have an excuse to put his hands on him, Nolan wasn’t sure. “It’ll be back on in a few. Just relax; okay, man?”

Time passed. Nolan took to pacing the few feet that he could and shuffling his feet aimlessly. It felt like a half hour had gone by when Nolan finally blurted out, “Do you even like guys?”

“Excuse me?”

Nolan’s face heated up. “Sorry, I’m not thinking clearly.”

A moment of silence. Then, “If you’re asking if I’m attracted to you right now, the answer is yes. But I promise you I won’t act on it.”

“You can act on it, if you want,” he offered. “I won’t tell anyone.”

The stranger looked away from him, practically staring a hole into the floor. “No.”

Nolan’s ass tightened in his pants. He felt like the stranger’s scent was getting stronger by the minute.

“If you want to relieve yourself, go ahead. I have enough self-control.”

Nolan unbuckled his belt with shaky hands. “Thank you; and again, I’m so sorry-“

“Don’t apologize. You can’t help the body you’re born with,” he grumbled. The stranger clenched his fists, and to Nolan’s surprise, he realized his hands were also shaking.

Nolan pulled down his briefs and sat down on the dirty floor. He plunged three fingers into his wet hole and moaned shamelessly, a horny haze overtaking him to the point of numbing his fear. He looked over and saw that the stranger had sprung an obvious travesti istanbul erection from the display he was putting on.

“You can have me, if you want,” he tried again. “You could take me right here.”

“Stop,” said the Alpha through clenched teeth. His veins were showing on his forearms, like light blue branches dancing beneath his skin. He took a steadying breath. “I’m not taking advantage of you.”

The lights flickered back to life, and the whirr of the elevator filled their ears.

Nolan quickly sprang to his feet, pulling his briefs back up as well as his pants. He was still breathing heavy and hard, and planned on finishing up in his car.

“Seeya later,” he slurred, fumbling with his belt.

Once the elevator doors opened, he felt the stranger’s hand on him again, tighter than before. “My name is Mateo, by the way,” his voice was low, like he was relaying some sort of secret. “Let me walk you to your car.”

The pair crossed the nearly empty parking lot until they arrived at Nolan’s silver Honda Civic. It had been his mother’s car, and being the only child, she had passed it down to him when he turned 17.

When they reached the car, Nolan decided to try one final time. “Before you go, can I taste you?” Nolan murmured. “Not your cock, your mouth. I want to taste your-” Before he could finish his sentence, Mateo had smashed his lips to his own, his tongue penetrating his mouth. Nolan moaned into the kiss, his fingers clenching Mateo’s soft jacket. He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and mint.

When the two finally separated, he opened his binder and scribbled something down. “Here,” he said. “Text me to let me know you got home safe, okay? Can you drive?”

Nolan felt lost in a swirling sea. “Okay.” He vaguely knew he would feel the burn of humiliation later, but right then, he didn’t care. He would pull over somewhere on the roadside and fuck himself sober before pulling onto the highway.

Mateo hesitated for a moment, looking down at Nolan like a nervous mother. He then gave him a quick peck on the forehead, turned on his heel and began the trek to his own vehicle.

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TIME TRAVEL COWBOY — PART 9

Another day, another early morning. Cody breathes awake and looks out the window peering at the dawn. The cowboy is snug and cozy in his longjohns with his naked butt safely placed onto Milo’s pelvis in a gentle, loving spooning. “Dang… Slept over again…” Cody mutters with smile as he rolls his bottom onto Milo’s soft dong, while Cody’s 5-inch cock is currently at full erection.

The country boy feels a shift behind him as his friend reaches around him and reaches onto the tent of his unionsuit. “N-Nnhh…” Cody can’t help but give a soft moan as the fabric closes in around his johnson with Milo’s fingers.

“Early riser, huh?” Milo groans as his palm roams down and rubs the pouch where Cody’s balls are.

“Mmnnnhhh… Workin’ on a ranch… Always gotta be up early…” Cody purrs as he arches his back. He feels his member curl in his worn pajamas as Milo gropes him.

“Mmmnnn… So…” Milo rolls his pelvis forward, and gives Cody’s rump a familiar poke down south — he erected fast. Cody gives a sleepy giggle as he rolls over and cuddles Milo affectionately “What if I were to say… There was a way for you to suck my dick…”

“Done.” Cody grins.

“Lemme finish, you naughty boy.” Milo nipped at his nose “What if… You were to suck MY cock… While I suck YOUR cock…”

“Heh… Is this a new thing of yours? Or one of them weird riddles?”

“New thing.”

“Ooh” Cody grins eagerly in his sleepy state while the tent in his longjohns gives a visible jump. “So uh… You’re gonna…” He points down to his hard member “Then I’m gonna…” He looks down at Milo’s naked body and his own fat cock. “But if…” He gestures and points drearily a few times before he groans and flumps his head down, “I can’t think right now…”

“You’re such a simp.” Milo smirks as he scratches his fingers into Cody’s chest hair. “Here, just lay there and I’ll do all the work.”

“Mmhhh… Sounds great.” Cody says lazily after closing his eyes. He feels Milo get up and crawl about the bed. The cowboy giggles as he feels Milo unbuttoning the last three buttons at his crotch and pulling out his dick “Hey now~ Hmhmhm…” He opens his eyes, and the next thing he sees is Milo’s cock! “Whoa… Now that’s what I’m talkin about…” He grins and goes right on in.

“So now all you do is- ooh!” Milo flinches as his penis is immediately coated in soaking wet velvet. He lifts his leg to see Cody already deeply nursing Milo’s nicely sized endowment. His lips squelch and pull at the flesh of his shaft while also playing with Milo’s balls. “H-Hoo, oh-hoh, wow” Milo rocks his hips and playfully gags Cody with his meat “You really love dick now, don’t you?”

“Mm-hrrm, mrrhmm” Cody nods as he slurps loudly. He buries his nose right for Milo’s nuts and really stirs his mouth with that dong and takes a deep sniff of Milo’s musk and bobs up and down again.

“Okay then. Nice and simple then.” Milo smiles and strokes Cody’s drooling and throbbing cock and opens his mouth to take it right in.

“Mllmm… Mmlllmm… Cody moans with his mouthful of meat, savoring every drop of flavor of that- “OOHH!” Milo’s cock pops out of his mouth when Cody feels HIS rod getting sucked. He looks and sees Milo bobbing up and down and nuzzling Cody’s thick bush puffing from his longjohns “Ohhhooohhoooohhoooohhh Milo you are some kinda genius” Cody moans before he engorges himself on Milo’s meat.

Both men moan and entangle their arms with the other’s legs. Cody’s hand holds onto Milo’s thigh and deep-throats him like a professional porn star. He can’t get enough of that meaty flavor. His body rustles and flinches as Milo blows him and nuzzles into his crotch. His hand rolls his balls around in their soft cotton cradle while Cody digs his fingers into Milo’s crack.

The two of them sucked each other off until Cody assumes the dominant stance. He rolls Milo onto his back and goes on all fours on top of the time traveler. Cody proceeds to descend down upon that cock with renewed vigor. His throat vocalizes some that pole jamming into him while his pelvis ducks up and down. Milo just rests his hands on his tummy and allows the beefy white-cloth clothed cowboy to fuck his mouth.

Milo’s eyes flutter and lose himself in the moment as Cody’s comfortably packed nuts rush over his nose and forehead in racing procession as Cody’s modest member goes up and down his lips. Cody deepthroats Milo’s cock and buries his musky bush right on that face as he goes for the win.

Both of them moan and squirm as Cody’s exposed fuzzy ass bids the morning dawn a welcome berth as he unloads his spunk directly into Milo’s throat. Milo irks and gags as the hot cum slides down his throat. After Cody’s drooping cock slips out of Milo’s mouth, Cody doubles down and sucks ravenously until Milo blows over the edge. As soon as he came, Cody sinks his face in and devoured every drop of sperm splooshing out of Milo’s nuts.

Cody istanbul travesti tenderly gets off and flops on the side. “Hegh… Woooow…” Milo mumbles.

“Yeah… Never did THAT before, heh heh…” Cody coos as his dick softens down on his thick patch of pubes.

A while later, Cody is back in his union suit and I watch his peachy rump in the window of his adult onesie while his boots, belt, and hat is equipped on him as he goes for the door. We leave together out of my shack, keeping my hand on his very soft and warm butt as we go. Cody can’t stop grinning and giggling as my fingers dig and burrow into his beautiful crack.

“BOYS!”

“AH!

“HOH!”

Both of us jump and see Arthur glaring down at us from afar, his heated gaze disarming my hand from Cody’s bottom. He strides towards us until he is right in front of us, hands on his hips and staring daggers on us. “So.” He growls as he gestures. “This is where you been sneaking back from, boy?” He asked Cody.

“Y-Y-Y-Yes, Pa…” Cody nodded, feeling so very small under his father’s gaze. I can already see a glimmer of cyan in Arthur’s eyes from that damn collar on his neck. Why did I put that thing on him again??!

“You think I wouldn’t notice you stayin out all night, and then you sneaking in at dawn?”

“Nnnno I didn’t… Sir…” Cody nods.

“Cody. Look at me.” Arthur growls. Cody timidly looks up to see his father eye-to-eye.

“P-Pa, I’m sorry” Cody says, looking like he might actually get hysterical.

“QUIET, BOY!” Arthur shouts.

Shit. the angrier he gets, the more the curse on the collar feeds off of. Fuck, this would have been so much easier if I just chucked the damn thing instead of putting it on a sexually repressed juggernaut like him. Regardless, the curse is kept at bay with sexual stimulation.

I put a hand behind my back and cup the air, staring directly at his crotch as I do so. His bulge shifts and wiggles in his lap, responding to my telekinesis. It’s been a while since I’ve done this…

“When the sun goes down,” Arthur points his finger before he flinches “Unnn…” He blinks as he ignores his groin “When the sun… Uh…” I roll my hand around, and notice his hefty package shifting in circles “When the- oo-oohh…” His back wiggles as his legs widened. “What in the- u-uhh!” My fingers close in on my palm, grabbing him by the balls and making him finch and stagger “Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

“Uhhhh… Pa?” Cody looks him up and down a bit.

“Just uh… Whoa, what uh…” He huffs and bends over a bit, letting his heavy nuts weigh in his pants. I grin as I press my fingers about in the air to give a magic deep massage on his testicles. “Hoooooooboooooooooy” Arthur moans as his hands go to his knees and arches his back. I start rolling my hand around in circles and brushing his heavy hairy babymakers in his pants, really making them dance against the comfortable fabric of his clothing. “Huh huh huh huh huh…” Cody scoffs and looks to the side of his father, trying to see what’s going on.

“Pa? You’re actin kinda weird.” Cody says, orbiting around the older gentleman trying to find the source of what’s messing with him. “Dudn’t he look weird, Milo?”

“In a sense.” I smirk. I then put my other hand in my pocket and put out my index and middle fingers together, and sink them down into my pocket.

“Whhh-hoooo! Boy…” Arthur waddles up and looks at his son, “Boy, I think I’ve been hittin’ the- WOO!” Both of his hands slap onto his clenching ass as his prostate is suddenly JAMMED!

“Whoa, Pa???”

“Dayum! Somethin’s caught up mah biscuits! OOMMPH!” His body jumps and thrusts as my fingers punch the bottom of my pocket again and again, his G-spot taking serious hits each time.

“I’m feelin weird, bo!.” Arthur whines and squirms “I-I-I think I need to- Ho-o-O-Ohh! Oh!” His hands tuck into his crotch as my hands grasp his bull-testicles again, while my fingers continue to psychically violate his prostate. “MMPPHH! Hooh, hooh, hooh, hooh!” His thighs wrestle with his hands while his manly buttcheeks wiggle under his clothes as he coos with embarrassment in front of his son.

“Look, Pa, maybe you should lie down.” Cody says as he touches his father. At this time, I chuckle as my hidden hand feels a sort of hot cluster gather in one palm, while I make the other really twist into his hidden G-spot, making it seem like Cody’s touch alone is about to put him over the edge.

“MMHH! Hoooo! Ohhh… H-H-HaaahhhHHaaaaa!” He’s just about there. I take both of my hands connected to Arthur, and I form a fist with both! “AWWW! OHHH! NNHH!

“P-Pa??” Cody flinches and backs off. He looks down and gaps as he sees a dark blotch form at his groin area. The familiar smell of liquid musk and afterglow comes from him as they look at the chubby DILF attempt to gather himself “Uhhhh… Pa? Did you just…?”

“Hoh… Ohhhhh… Wow… Mama…” He shakily stands up, Cody trying not istanbul travestileri to giggle at the now thick and wet spot at his ground from the soft orgasm. “Now… Now uh…” He says, trying hard to focus. “Dayum, my head’s spinnin…”

“He’s been with me, Arthur.” I speak up after I undo the kinesis. “I’ve been doing some rebuilding and adjustments to my shack, and I needed your son’s help. He got exhausted every time, so I just let him sleep over.”

“Is that so?” Arthur crosses his beefy arms, completely oblivious to his little mess on the lap “And why didn’t he just tell me? You’re a grown man, ain’t ya, Cody?”

“Ya don’t always say though, Pa.” Cody shrugs, trying to play along. “Sometimes it feels like I need your permission for stuff like that.”

“Heeegghh… Alright. I’ll let it go this time.” He reaffirms his authorities stance “But Cody. Next time you stay out for the night, you tell me where. And if you’re not back by when you tell me, we’re going to have a problem. Ya hear? I ain’t going to be tolerating no little man-whore paintin’ the town like that damn Zachery’s parents.”

“Yes, Pa.” Cody nods eagerly. “You ain’t need to worry none of that bout me!”

“Yeah” I smirk “If Cody’s going to be ANYONE’S whore, it’s going to be me and/or you, Mr Summers.”

“Ghghghg, hehehe” Cody giggles as Arthur grunts uncomfortably and coughs into his hand.

“Alright. Uhhhh… So…” Arthur tries to think and then gestures “Both of you, Jose and Nate are gettin’ ready to head into town. Go ahead and join’em, and I want you boys back by noon.”

“Yessir.”

“Yes, Pa.”

“Good. Now git.” He dismisses. Both of us rush off and I hear Arthur huff loud and waddle off, his head still fuzzy from the head rush.

CLICK-CHKK

“Huh?” Arthur looks down at his neck as something opens like a lock. He his neck feels looser before something slips off. He catches it before it hits the dirt and looks at the black leather strap with light blue rocks tied to it. “The heck? When did I put this thing on?”

—

About an hour later, we ride into town on the wagon full of eggs, crops, several tanks of milk, and paperwork we need to file out. I swear, if this place had more than horses and wheels in transportation, this would go a lot faster. I look around and smile to myself as I see big burly cowboy with his thicc hairy ass out in the open, with the rest of him fully dressed. I glance to the side and see a shirtless young man running the local tavern, and then over to the jail where the sheriff is wearing NOTHING but some briefs I secretly supplied him with.

Yes, I’ve worked my magic all around the town as well. I’m afraid this is as far as my antics can go, distance-wise. Any more ranches ensorcelled or towns under influence, and I might end up screwing over the timeline’s reality, and my bosses would be livid.

“Weeeeeeell lookie here.” A few rough and tough men grin at Cody as he, José, and Nate had taken out some of the milk and eggs off the wagon “If it ain’t Arthur’s boy.”

“Uh, h-hey guys…” Cody says frettingly as the men look down on him.

“Lookit you.” A dilf with the heavy mustache leers at him “Walkin ’round here without your daddy to hold your hand. Must think you’s a big boy, don’t ya?”

“I’ve come here on my own all the time, sirs.” Cody gulps. Cody is acting uncharacteristically intimidated right now; does this have something to do with the amount of charms I placed around here?

“Thought I done told ya, boy.” The man says as he takes the box of eggs from Cody’s arms and forced him over his knee. “Ain’t no way you’re rollin into down without a proper ass-slamming.” His hand roughly gropes Cody’s ass.

“Please, Mr Gordie, not’n front of mah friends!” Cody whines, but his back is SO arching while he gets grabbed.

“Good. Looks like ya got yer big-boy pants on, boy.” The man says as he reaches up, and gives Cody’s ass a hard SLAP!

“Ah!” Cody jumps as his bubble butt bounces from the hard bash.

BAM!

“NNHH!” Cody jumps right before another SMACK leaves one heck of a hand-imprint on his buttocks “Ghh! C-C-C’mon, sirs! I got work to do!”

“Guess Arthur didn’t teach ya no manners.” The hardened man growls as he moves up and SPANKS Cody again!

“GHH!” SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! “Sirs, please, just stop!” Cody whines as his butt jiggles with each hard slap. People start to gather and smirk at the cowboy with his naked ass out on full display, both cheeks glowing red from the brutal slaps.

“Woooo! Looks like we got us a show!”

“Get’im good, Gordie!”

“Ain’t that Arthur’s boy?”

“What’d he do THIS time?”

“Gosh dang it” Cody tries to get up, only for the beefy cowboy to pin him down on his lap and give him another hard SPANK!

“Why you struggling, Cody?” Nate grins as he bends over and looks way down under — Cody’s jockstrap pouch is standing in a very pronounced tent “A’Cordin down travesti istanbul your bush-patch, you’re lovin the heck outta this.”

“S-Shut up, Nate!” Cody hisses at him. He looks at me with pleading eyes “M-Milo help me out here!”

“Well… I HAVE been thinking of doing this just for fun.” I smirk at him I go to him and put a hand on his shoulder, instilling a sort of charm into him “~You insatiable glutton for punishment…~” My words echo into his face as the humiliated friend of mine is about ready to beg.

“Milo please, you need ta… Ya gotta…” My words seep into his head as his eyes glaze over for a moment before blinking closed and shaking his head. “WooOOo… Boy…” He looks over his shoulder and give Mr Gordie a very lewd grin “That all ya got, Mr Gordie?” He says as he waves his swollen butt around “Mah daddy done spank me harder’n that before bedtime.”

“Ooooh you are REALLY asking for it now, boy.” Mr Gordie sneers as he primes and flexes his arm.

“Yeah, lemme git somma that.” Another man says as he comes by to Cody.

SPANK/SLAP

BAM/SPANK

SPANK/SMACK

SPANK/SLAP

BAM/SPANK

SPANK/SMACK

SPANK/SLAP

BAM/SPANK

SPANK/SMACK

“AW! GHH! NNH! WOO! Hahah!” Cody hoots and caws out with excitement his ass explodes with pain that hurts so damn good. He fully embraces his assless chaps being taken advantage of with his rump out in the open.

“Dang. What in the world’s gotten in to him?” Nate snickers as he watches. I look down and see Nate is completely soft. Even while seeing Cody demand and taunt the men behind him abuse his ass.

I glance to the side and raise my eyebrows at one of the buildings “I don’t know, but I got a job that needs doing. Till then.” I grasp onto Nate’s shoulder and whisper into his ear “~You need to treat Cody like a whore~” My phantom words sink into Nate’s mind, as I did with Cody. A rush goes up Nate’s spine as he shudders while the ghost-like whispers hush audibly inside him. His eyes close and reopen as he looks down at Cody.

“Yeeeaahh.” Nate grins hungrily as he steps up.

SPANK/SLAP/SPANK

SPANK/BAM/SPANK

SPANK/SMACK/SPANK

Cody’s ass is just beet red as he gets spanked relentlessly by three separate hands. “UH! OH! GHH! More. Ya gotta git — huh?” Cody looks up and sees that rippling chocolate abs of his best friend.

“Sup, ya big sucker?” Nate smirks as his hands dip into his own skimpy lingerie and pulls out his big thick cock. Cody beams as that thick log of dark meat bobs in the air; semi-soft and sporting a chubby.

“Daaaang, Nate! Didn’t know ya- Oof!” Cody’s face gets smacked by the heavy penis as Nate slaps it about on his face.

“Quit talkin ya fuckin whore.” Nate sneers as he rubs his cock around Cody’s face.

“A-Ahhh!” Cody gasps and looks over his shoulder as one of the burly bullies start to molest his crack and tickle his butthole. “Yeah, oh yeah” Cody grins as he shoves his rear back, encouraging the men to manhandle him “Violate me, sirs. Go ahead and- GULH!” His face gets gripped before Nate forces him to look at him.

“I said. Shut your damn mouth,” Nate then shoves Cody’s face into his thick half-flaccid schlong “And use it for something better.”

“Haalluungghh, aahhww” Cody starts licking and gnawing on Nate’s fat cock and eventually scoops the head of his member into his mouth. He seals his lips around the uncut head and starts to pull it into his maw.

“Yeeeaah, that’s a good fuckin whore.” Nate says as he eases his pelvis at Cody’s face. Cody squirms and moans as he starts to slurp loudly and swallow Nate’s manhood all the way to the base. Meanwhile, Mr Gordie is currently shoving all three of his very thick fingers down into Cody’s pucker.

“Woooow if José can only see this.” I giggle as Cody is reduced to the town’s man-whore. I check to the opposite side of town to see José is still attending to some business. “In the meantime, I better make good on that favor.”

Nate bites his lip as he rolls his hips in a growing rhythm, holding one hand on his buttocks and the other one on a post as he fucks into Cody’s mouth. Cody gags thickly but otherwise loses himself to Nate’s heavy flavor before he BURIES his cock down into Cody’s throat.

“Yeeaah, take it, take it, take it!” Nate arches his back and twitches as he unloads directly into Cody’s gullet!

“Glp… Glp… Glp…” Cody doesn’t choke, but lets that spunk slide all the way down his tummy. Nate pulls out and gives one last spew of spunk onto Cody’s lips. “You are de-LISH, Nate.” Cody says right before he’s yanked up on his boots as Mr Gordie whips out his cock.

“You’ve got a prime ass for fucking, boy.” He growls as he hotdogs Cody’s spank-red buns.

“Oh, he IS a big butt slut, sir.” Nate says as he manhandles Cody and bends him over, his hand grabbing and roughly pulling at Cody’s balls and making Cody start to squirm and yelp.

“Ooohh! N-Nate, aawwwhh~” Cody smiles and openly wails with semi-dramatic flare, his own red baboon ass calling to the men behind him, panting out loud as if he’s in heat!

“Right, y’all.” Nate says as he rubs his hand along Cody’s back “Let’s talk business. Form a line!”

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It was another summer day for Ricardo, and he had been enjoying every single one of them; He would wake up at almost noon, especially if his brother Mauricio did not wake him up, and spend most of his day playing videogames or watching youtube videos. Then, at night, when he actually felt the most energetic, he would usually sit down on the computer and listen to music, watch the movies Marco would recommend, practice Arabic, and play on his laptop. Finally, at around 1 in the morning he would go to his bedroom and with the light of the lamp, he would watch romantic films and dream he was the characters until his laptop desktop told him it was dawn.

This particular day’s previous night, he had stayed up quite late simply thinking about how amazing it must feel to have someone who looks at you with love and desire after watching one of his romance films. Thinking about that would often bring back memories of Ricardo’s ex, Arash. And how he would say Ricardo was a dramatic latino, Ricardo felt conflicted about that. He did feel like he was spending too much time thinking about Arash, in a mixture of resenting his sudden abandonment but also empathizing with his loss. He knew that the previous situation would not end anytime soon.

Waking up he decided the best thing to do would be get moving as to not sloth the whole day away in bed. He got up and walked out of his bedroom, he could see it was a sunny day in Bogota, somewhat odd for the city, he briefly had a melancholic thought of how he was wasting the day, this had become the norm that year. Next he saw Mauricio, he was sitting down on his table working.

Good morning- Said Ricardo with that funny voice one gets during mornings.

Hey, about time you woke up, breakfast is on the kitchen counter- In pretty indifferent tone.

Ever since the beginning of summer he and Mauricio would clash about Ricardo’s schedules, Mauricio felt he was wasting away the days because he would stay up late, Ricardo was just annoyed at that need for control. Ricardo kind of understood it, Mauricio was 7 years older than him and Ricardo knew he felt responsible for him. However, the incessant nagging made him constantly roll his eyes and act exactly like one would expect a teen his age to.

Ricardo ate breakfast and thought about the movie Marco had asked him to watch, it was great as usual. Marco had an uncanny skill to recommend films that were relevant to whatever Ricardo was living through. Ricardo loved watching the movies, but discussing them with Marco was even better, he was so passionate about them, he would bombard him with messages about them, their meaning, and fun facts about them, sometimes they would even have little debates. Ricardo knew Marco was in his element, so that mixed with the fact that he liked talking to him meant that he would let him speak as much as he wanted. He had found himself in a specific sweet situation with Marco several times now, right after Marco told him he had to go to bed, he would go off passionately about a movie or a director and would completely throw the sleep idea out of the window.

Suddenly, Ricardo’s mind veered off, not to the movies but to Marco, it was not strange for him to think about him, it just seemed like he did so more lately. He thought about his mustache, Marco sported what he had once read was called a verdi, a pretty lush mustache and a separated beard which connected to his hair through the sideburns. istanbul travesti Ricardo wondered what colour exactly it was, he thought it was dark brown, but it could have been black.

He knew just how different that was from Arash, who was bald and had a salt and pepper full beard. Ricardo thought about how soft it would be to touch Marco’s, maybe nibble on it, lick it, gosh this is nasty, he though as he could feel himself being enticed. Why stop there though, why not venture down? He pulled up his phone and stared at one of Marco’s many pictures, this one was of him in some sort of beach, it was truly a shame that he was wearing a shirt. Ricardo wondered about his body, he knew Marco was not a big guy, not that he would care, but he did care more about Marco’s body hair. He knew Marco was half Italian and half Iranian, and judging by Arash’s Iranian hairiness, it would not be off to think that Marco probably had some chest hair. On moments like this Ricardo would ask himself how things would have gone had he decided to ask Marco to pull out his cock the night they met. Ricardo was hard, he could feel that in his shorts, he thought about letting go of his restraint and giving in to thinking about his friend, but he stopped, he just did not feel it was the right thing, not now.

The rest of the day went by pretty quietly, as the sun set, Ricardo felt more awake and decided to text Marco about the movie, as usual Marco talked about great elements of it and asked Ricardo about his analysis of it. This time however, Ricardo was quickly distracted when Marco told him it was cute that he had recorded himself talking about the movie. It was a mixture of embarrassment and endearment, he remembered how trashed he looked in that video, anyone would be at 3 in the morning, well anyone but Marco. Still, as they spoke Ricardo felt the urge to flirt, it had been a while since he had at all, he tried to do so in a light way by complimenting Marco’s skill explaining and understanding movies, it was true that Marco had lightly rebuffed past attempts to flirt, but had been so long ago that their entire friendship would seem out of character by now.

It was weird to him, he and Marco had started to actually know each other, to speak about so many things. A pleasant surprise is what he thought. He wanted to know even more though now, however he knew that this was not always easy as Marco worked and he just did not want to be the annoying guy who double or god forbid, triple texts. Ricardo thought that he then should ask away what he wanted and he decided to ask Marco about Italy, he asked him why he was not there, it was interesting to learn that Marco felt exactly the way he did about Colombia, about Italy. It for sure was great to know that Marco knew enough about him enough to say that.

Marco and Ricardo then started talking about cities, it is true that Ricardo had somewhat of an ulterior motive to do so, he wanted to learn if Marco would move to Los Angeles, Ricardo’s dream city, he had come to learn however that this was not the case. Instead, he found out that Marco really liked New York City, Ricardo had a wild thought about living in New York City with Marco. He though he would probably like it, yes it was colder than he would like, but he did remember feeling oddly at home when he went there as a child. Marco said that he liked living somewhere so full of history but that it still felt like it could istanbul travestileri be reinvented, he knew Marco did not like old cities like Rome which helped him build his image of Marco as well. Ricardo asked Marco if he would move, and he actually replied yes, as he sometimes felt that the United States was too hard. Again, that made Ricardo think, think of going somewhere else with Marco, maybe Europe, get a countryside house and spend the summers driving around in bikes.

He asked Marco about his future, what he wanted. Ricardo was a very ambitious man, ever since middle school he knew what he wanted to do, and even if life had thrown him a curve ball, he still was. He loved ambition, he felt very attracted to guys who were going places, which was kind of strange considering Arash was a 40 year old retiree. So he was very pleased to know that Marco wanted to do his own documentary one day, he just did not know what to do it on. Ricardo then decided to compliment Marco by telling him he would make an amazing one. Oh crap, he thought, I think I like him.

Later in the night Ricardo was in bed after having done his usual routine, usually at this time he would jerk off, it usually was more out of routine than actual horniness, that was not the case however this night. By the time he was hanging his robe in his closet hook he could already feel his manhood pressing up against his shorts, so the moment he laid down he just pulled them down. He heard a loud smack, he was ready for action already. For a moment he thought about Arash, his stare as they would stroke their cocks together at night or as he would when he would penetrate himself with a dildo, it was true that as much as he would like for it to be the case, he was not over Arash, he was still very much still in love with him. Ricardo remembered Arash’s dirty talk, how he would call him his boy and how Arash was his daddy, that very much turned him on.

Ricardo had not even begun to rub his uncut penis, but it was already leaking precum, so he decided to reach it and slowly start tugging on it. Suddenly, he had another image cross his mind, this time it wasn’t Arash’s, but Marco’s. Ricardo remembered the night they met, Marco’s tugging, and how turned on he was, even if at the moment Ricardo did not pay much attention to it, now he did. He remembered how a couple of weeks after Marco sent him a picture of cum on his hand after he had finished pleasuring himself, Ricardo knew it was a joke, but it did not mean that he did not find it amusingly erotic.

Ricardo moved his hand over to his balls, although he had gotten used to it, he sometimes still found himself exploring detailedly his genital area. His pink head was mostly covered by his darker foreskin, which wrapped around it in a somewhat irregular fashion, he had a single spot that was slightly darker than even the rest of it, his cock was fairly straight so as one approached the base, the only noticeable features were the blood vessels which proudly marked his erections. Although he had played with the length of his bush in the past, ever since Arash had left he had left them at a pretty long length, even his soft dark ballsack had some hair growing out of it. Ricardo held each of his balls, and then lightly squeezed on them, he thought it was a little odd how he could be turned on by that painful stimulus, yet it was something he had learned a long time ago and he still did.

He travesti istanbul thought about Marco again, about kissing him deeply, about taking the next step with him, for a long time Ricardo had wanted Arash to be his first, to be the first man to mark him, and also the last one, although it was clear now that that was just a fantasy that did not seem like it was coming true. So Ricardo thought about Marco, would it be a good idea for him to be the one to deflower him? Would he be kind and gentle like Arash had once promised to be? Would he hold onto his body and make him feel safe once they had finished? He did not know the answers to these questions, but it did not matter to him that much to him at the moment. He sped up the pace, now trying to conjure up images, this time not images that he had been sent through the phone, but creations of his imagination, the first one he was able to muster was Marco naked, Ricardo could imagine it, he probably had some but not a lot of chest hair as he was a young guy and probably wanted to keep himself fashionable, probably have some stomach hair, and as far as his golden zone, as much as Ricardo could not for sure guess, he thought of Marco as having a hairy bush around his dark uncut cock, an Italian god.

Ricardo was really enjoying thinking about him and it did not take long for him to feel he was on the edge, so he thought of another image, this time of Marco inside of him, Ricardo’s legs on top of his shoulders, a look composed of a mix of animal desire and sweet tenderness in Marco’s face, small sweat beads on his temple. That was enough, Ricardo felt a sudden electric jolt and his entire body shook, it was pretty powerful, the first short fired and landed on his cheek, at least it did not hit his eye, he though, subsequent shots would land on his neck, chest, navel, and iliac crest. Ricardo knew that there were different types of orgasms: Funny, sad, painful, and exhausting. He had just felt one of the latter type. He quickly scooped up his own seed and started licking it, as a cat would groom itself, the flavor was for sure an acquired taste, he did it as a way to avoid cleaning up every time he pleasured himself.

He turned off his lamp after he was done, he grabbed his tall glass of water and sipped down the cold water, he felt it go down his esophagus and into his stomach, cooling down every single part it flowed through. Then, he laid on his bed, even in the dark he recognized Arash Jr. the teddy bear Arash had gotten him along with some other things last Christmas, that did not feel good, but Ricardo was too tired to understand exactly why. Instead he chose to lay on his stomach, there was something so soothing to doing so, he would quickly fall asleep, it was the only way he was able to do so quickly. He had a theory though, he thought that it was because it mimicked laying on top of somebody, he had always wanted to do that, lay on his lover’s chest, with their arms around him, being cradled by their heartbeat, synchronizing both breaths, and feeling safe and cared for.

He always pictured Arash and him, he knew Arash wanted to do that with him, but even in this state of exhaustion Ricardo thought he knew better, and for once he though about Marco, he pictured his smooth nude body laying on top of Marco’s, no need to fight for the blankets. It was a powerful image, one that he did not want to drown out with thoughts or other images, instead he wanted it to be burnt into his mind. Before he knew it he was already falling asleep, but then in a moment of sudden clarity he turned his body around and lifted his torso, he then out loud exclaimed into the 4 AM darkness of his room:

Oh my god I like Marco.

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Tom and I would get together every few weeks and have a good time. One Saturday I was out at his house, and he told me he had to run some errands and asked me to ride along. He stopped at the post office and ran in to pick up a package. I waited in his truck which was incredibly comfortable for a pickup. We then moved on to the hardware store where he ran in to get a few things. After that he drove to a little seedier section of town and pulled up to an adult bookstore. He said, “Come on in and check this place out.”

We got out of the truck and headed on in. I wasn’t sure what we needed to pick up here but figured I’d follow Tom. We entered and it was surprising how bright it was inside. There was every imaginable sex toy and a few that I had no idea how what they were. We walked through and came to a door near the back which said, “Video Booths”. We went in and it was a little darker back here and there were a few men hanging around. It was a long hallway with doors on each side. Tom steered me to a booth about half way down and in we went. There was a video screen about the size of a 27 inch tv, and opposite that was a bench to sit on. Tom locked the door and told me to strip. He did too. He fed a $10 bill into the bill acceptor and a porno movie began playing with a woman on her back getting fucked, while another woman sat on her face. As the room got brighter from the movie playing, I noticed there was a glory hole on each of the side walls. As soon as we went into our booth, I could hear shuffling of feet as people moved into the booths on either side of us.

Tom sat down on the bench and said, “Kneel down and suck my cock.”

I did as he asked and started sucking his cock. After he was hard, he pulled my head off of his cock and turned my head so I was facing the gloryhole on the right. There was a large half hard cock hanging there. Tom kind of pushed me toward it and I began sucking it. I could feel it grow in my mouth till it was fully hard. It almanbahis was a nice size and I sucked it for about five minutes, and I heard a moan, and he came in my mouth. I swallowed it all and looked behind me to see Tom’s ass as he had his dick stuck through the other gloryhole. I stood up to stretch my legs and watch tom get sucked. I started play with his ass as he was getting sucked and soon, he blew his load. As he pulled back, I noticed some cum on the end of his cock and leaned over to clean him off.

We both sat naked on the bench for about five minutes and recharged. Tom put another $10 in. We both started playing with each other’s dicks and watching a movie. I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye and saw a couple of fingers poking through the right side gloryhole. I looked to Tom since I didn’t know what that meant. He said, “Stick your dick through there and get it sucked. When someone sticks their fingers through, they’re looking to suck.”

I stood up and stuck my dick through the hole and immediately whoever was on the other side started to stroke it and then then took it in his mouth. I was getting a very nice blowjob and soon I felt Tom playing with my ass. I guess he had some lube with him because soon he had two fingers up my ass. The gentleman sucking me was doing a great job. Suddenly Tom’s fingers left my ass but were quickly replaced by his cock. Here I was getting a great blow job through the gloryhole while Tom was balls deep in my ass. Tom is a little taller than I am so when he was fully inside me, I almost had a weightless feel. He then started fucking me hard. I was just hoping the wall held. It did and I shot rope after rope of cum into the guy’s mouth blowing me. Tom pounded me for a few more minutes and then blew his load in my ass. The guy blowing me must have wondered what was going on since I had cum and was going soft but my dick was still hanging through the hole bouncing around. I could hear doors opening and closing and almanbahis giriş the shuffling of feet but didn’t really know where it was coming from.

Tom and I both sat on the bench again and were staring at the movie trying to recharge our batteries. My ass had that feeling where it was a little sore but also empty and wanting more. I figured Tom and I would head back to his place and relax in the hot tub before another round of sex, but we just sat there. Eventually we heard the door slam in the booth next to ours and a voice said, “Wanna suck?”

Tom leaned over and stuck his finger through the whole as in invitation. The next thing we saw was a large black cock coming through the hole. I figured Tom would tell me to get to work, but instead he dropped to his knees and began sucking. He bobbed on it for a few minutes and pulled off to show it was fully erect, and about 10 inches long and thicker than Tom. Yikes or yummy, I wasn’t sure which. Tom asked him, “Do you wanna fuck?”

The response was an immediate, “Yes.”

Tom told me to bend over and back up to the wall. I did and as I got closer Tom drizzled some lube on my ass and spread my ass cheeks. I felt that big cock head at my hole and Tom gave me a little push and it was in. I kept backing up until I felt my cheeks hit wood. Talk about full and stretched, that was me. It was a sweet feeling. As Tom held my shoulders, so I was pinned to the wall, the big cock in my ass began to move. And move it did. I was fucked harder and faster than ever by the biggest cock ever in my ass, and I didn’t even know who he was or what he looked like. It must have been a hot scene because Tom started getting hard again and stuck his cock in my mouth. Now I was being spit roasted on two big cocks. It didn’t last very long as after about five minutes the man in my ass cried out and blew a huge load in my ass. He stayed hard in my ass for about a minute before he started to soften and pull out of me. I was spent and almanbahis yeni giriş crumpled to the floor, leaving Tom’s big cock begging for relief.

About this time someone had come in the other side and stuck a couple of fingers through the hole. Tom moved over and put his cock in there for the new cocksucker. I ever so slowly got up off the floor and was moving to sit down when Tom motioned me over.

He said, “Since you left me hanging before, get down and eat my ass while I get sucked.”

I knelt behind him and began licking his ass. He groaned so I figured I was doing a good job. I got my tongue in his ass as far as I could and wiggled it around. He was moaning a lot now and finally announced he was cumming. After he pulled back from the hole, I again cleaned him off and we both collapsed on the bench. I asked if we were ready to go as my legs, ass, and jaw were all sore. He agreed and we got up and got dressed. When we were walking out a few of the guys standing around thanked us.

We headed back to Tom’s house and stripped and jumped in the hot tub. He asked, “Had you ever been to a gloryhole before?”

I replied, “No.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes. It was fun but I wouldn’t want to do it all the time.”

“What did you like best?”

“I suppose it was when I was getting sucked through the hole while you were fucking my ass.”

He just smiled. The hot tub felt great on my body, and I was so relaxed I was almost falling asleep. We were starting to prune up so we got out and moved to the shower to wash away the day. We washed each other thoroughly and soon were both hard. I didn’t think I could get hard again but did. We dried off and moved to Tom’s bedroom. I started sucking him because I didn’t want to take that big cock in my ass again today. Soon he was filling my mouth with another load of cum. I was still hard, and Tom got on all fours and told me to lube him up and fuck him. I did and didn’t last very long. I was soon blowing a load in his ass. I rolled over and we both just laid there on his bed. We rested awhile and it was time for me to go. He still wants me to bring my wife along one of these weekends, but I’m still hesitant. Maybe one day.

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I was working as a 2nd shift maintenance man in a local downtown hotel. It was famous for its smaller conventions, convenient to the local nightlife, clubs and such. After a couple of years, there wasn’t much I hadn’t seen or heard about. Until that one night.

I got a call from dispatch that a guest was locked out of his room. It was a room that used to be a conference room but had been converted into a guest room. What didn’t get changed was the small, doorless foyer in front of the guest room door. There was also a house phone on the wall inside the foyer, which I assumed the guest had called from to report his circumstance.

I rode the elevator up to the proper floor and went down the hallway towards the assigned room. It was around 10pm or so, so a lot of guests were either still out for entertainment or had already tucked in for the night. In short, there was no foot traffic on this floor.

I turned the corner of the foyer and could simply not believe my eyes!

There stood a small statured gentleman, completely nude with both his hands covering his genitals!

He appeared to be barely five feet tall, with a slender build, something around 140 pounds, I’d say. Probably in his mid-forties for age. Buck naked. In the hall. With me.

I noticed a used room service tray on the floor next to him, about three feet from the guest door. While logic could perhaps dictate the door had closed behind him, I also wondered who in the world would go three feet from their room door stark naked? Not to mention someone whom didn’t flip the night latch over in order to prevent the door from closing?

I quickly arrived at my answer: someone who WANTED to be seen stark naked in public. Not that this bothered me in any way. In fact, I admired his ingenuity in devising a situation that had plausible deniability that it was done on purpose. It wasn’t like he was strolling around the hallway stark naked or running through the bar or pool area. He had, I thought, arrived at a most perfect solution.

I wondered how I could play this to MY satisfaction as well as keeping his fantasy/fetish going. I knew I had to walk a tight line as I didn’t want him complaining to the front desk or night manager about something I had said or done. But I also knew this was possibly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to had a little (or a LOT) of fun as well.

He and I stood there looking at each other for several seconds. I really hadn’t said anything yet and he was attempting to explain how he had attempted to put the room service tray outside when the door had shut behind him, locking him out.

The entire time was rambling, I was slowly looking him up and down, evaluating what he might be game for and what I wanted to do. All this was moving through my mind at warp speed as I knew we didn’t have much time to be out in the hallway like we were. I also thought I’d need to get him moving towards a receptive position of whatever I could manage to try to do with him.

Well, I thought. Here goes nothing!

“Sir, would you be kind enough to move in front of the door? That way I can block you with my body in case another guest walks by. Then I can get the door open for us.”

I deliberately used the word “us” to see if it had any effect on his expression. Much to my surprise and delight, it did not!

“Just turn and face the door, get as close to it as you can”, I said.

He nonchalantly eased over in front of the door and positioned himself over to door handle side, sort of covering the door handle. His hands remained covering his genitals but now I had an unobstructed view of his ass.

“Not bad”, I thought. He had the shape and texture of the ass of a twenty something year old guy, I thought. “Well, let’s see how my interest can be introduced without him freaking out if he’s not looking for fun?”

I stepped up directly behind almanbahis him, shielding his body easily since I was twice his size. I didn’t nestle my dick in the crack of his ass, but I certainly had my crotch touching his naked ass. I was quickly growing a boner with the excitement. I’ve got to get him inside his room so I can escalate this adventure!

I pulled my master door key card off my belt along with the card retractor. I didn’t want the cord interfering in any way with how I might be able to get him as excited as I was now.

With my crotch pressing gently against his ass, I reached around with my right arm in a half-hearted attempt to reach the door lock with the key card. He was still looking at the door rather than down, so he seemingly didn’t realize that his hip was blocking access to the card slot.

“Excuse me, sir. I need to adjust you so that I may be able to insert my key card”, I told him.

I placed my right hand on his right hip bone very lightly and gently but at the same time I moved my left hand down and put my entire palm on his left ass cheek. I didn’t grip his ass cheek or anything, I just left it solidly touching his cheek.

He didn’t jump, move or (most importantly!) complain about me touching him! “Cool!”, I thought. “Maybe this can turn into some fun after all?”

Keeping his body covered from view with mine, I gently nudged his hip towards the left. As his body leaned over that way, I allowed my left hand to gently glide over his ass cheek to rest right in the crack of his ass. I casually slid my middle finger down the crack of his ass, burrowing it as it travelled. He still showed no change of expression nor made a comment.

I reached for the door lock again with my key card, keeping my right arm pressed up against his side. I slid the key card in, popped the lock and changed the light from red to green.

“You may open the door now”, I whispered into his ear. I still kept my left hand on his ass crack, my finger still deep into the crack.

He opened the door and walked in. As he travelled forward, my left hand left his ass. I noticed he also removed his hands from his genitals, moving them to their natural position at his sides.

I followed him into the room, allowing the door to close. This was against hotel policy but I figured I could get away with it by claiming he was buck assed naked (which in fact he was).

We both continued into the room, he in front of me by several feet. He stopped in front of the room desk and turned to face me. I noticed his hands were still at his sides, nor had he made a single movement to acquire any clothing nor a covering. He stood there casually, almost daringly I thought.

“Sir, I need to check your ID in order to ensure this is in fact your room assigned to you, please. I apologize for this but it’s hotel policy and therefore required”, I told him.

He told me, “Sure, that’s no problem, I understand. My wallet is in my pants, over here by the bed. Let me dig it out for you.”

He walked over to the bed, where I could not see any pants, nor clothing of any sort. Nor did he attempt to cover his genitals in any way.

“Ah, my pants have slid off the bed or maybe I just accidently knocked them off earlier?”, he noted. He bent over to pick up his pants and I again noticed interesting behavior on his part. When he bent, he didn’t squat. He kept his legs mostly straight, which exposed his asshole quite clearly. Nor did he just pick the pants up. He dug through them while they were still on the floor, wiggling around what I thought of by now was a nice, cute tight ass. I didn’t mind at all what I was seeing, quite frankly.

Finally, he retrieved his drivers license and handed it to me. “Here ya go”, he said. I took it from him while looking down at his hand but I also kept looking at his dick. It seemed to have grown a bit thicker, almanbahis giriş just as mine had. I kept looking at his dick, not even looking at his license yet. Seconds went by, nothing was said by either of us.

“Do you mind if I sit down? I seem to be a tiny bit light headed”, I asked him.

“No, please, make yourself comfortable”, he replied. “Would you like some water?”

“I said, “No, I’ll be ok. I just need a quick rest.”

We were both standing at the foot of his bed. I thought it would seem natural to just spin and sit on the bed, so that’s exactly what I did. I also made it a point to slide a bit closer to him as I moved to sit, lightly touching our legs together. He didn’t move away the tiniest bit, which I found greatly encouraging.

I thought, “Well shit. Time to go for the gusto, see what he’s up for?”

He was facing me with only about a forty-five deg angle, not straight on. I held the license in my left hand and brought it up close enough to read. I also raised my right hand and placed it flat against his left ass cheek, much as I did out in the hallway. Again, he didn’t flinch nor move away.

“I need you to recite your name and address, please”, I said. I lowered my hand holding his license and simply stared hard at his dick. He could’ve recited Richard Nixon, address White House for all I cared. All I cared about at that moment was my hand on his ass and my face mere inches from his dick.

Apparently, he didn’t mind either, as I saw for certain enlarging of his dick. It was well beyond being a “chubby” now and was now approaching full engorgement. It was proportionate to his body size, only about 3-4″ fully hard. That was perfect for me as I had only recently had begun my bi experiences and couldn’t deep throat anything larger than that (still can’t).

I tightened my grip on his ass check as he recited whatever he said. I wasn’t even listening, all I know was I needed to get a hold of his dick and I wanted it badly!

I flipped his license over to the other side of the bed, leaving both hands free. I put both hands on his hips, turning his back fully to the bed as I stood back up. I pushed backwards on his hips, forcing his body to sit on the bed. I then raised my hands to his shoulders, pushing them back on the bed as well.

I stood up and removed my glasses and dropped to my knees. His legs were hanging off the bed but they were too short to allow his feet to touch the floor. My eyes roamed up from his dick to his face, where he had a smile on.

I grabbed under each of his knees with my hands, raising and spreading his legs. I pushed his knees back until they were almost touching his body. The angle gave me a perfect view of his crotch, including his asshole. I had never rimmed a guy before but I deep down know this was going to happen tonight.

I nibbled on the inside of his thighs, moving down to his crotch and them moving to the other thigh. He began moaning as I did this. I pushed back his knees as far as they would go, further presenting his asshole to me. I knew there was no way I wasn’t going to eat this tiny little asshole!

I dipped my face down and began tonguing that beautiful thing! O licked all around it, slathering my tongue up and down his crack. I put mouth on his asshole and sucked it while I ran my tongue past his sphincter. He began moaning louder and bouncing his ass off the bed.

I licked his taint and moved up to fully put his balls in my mouth. I was running my tongue all over his ball sack while he moaned and began pulling my hair some.

After a minute he began begging me, “Please suck me! I have to have your mouth on my dick NOW!”

Well, I certainly had no reason not to do so! I licked his shaft from his ball sack to his dick head. Once I reached his dick head I just opened up and swallowed his dick. I ran my lips all the way down to almanbahis yeni giriş his pubic bone, swallowing the entire thing.

“Aaaggghhh! Oh, my god! I can’t believe how good that feels!”, he said.

I slathered my tongue all over his glans, licking it as hard as I could with my tongue. I showed neither mercy nor gentleness, I showed nothing but brute lust in sucking that thing!

I knew I wouldn’t have long in his room as I was still supposed to be available for other calls. I wanted to make him cum as quickly and as hard as possible. I let go of his knee with one hand slid it under his ass. I took my little finger (I have large hands) and placed it on his sphincter. It was soaking from my earlier licking, so no lube was needed.

I slid my little finger all the way in with one smooth motion, continuing my attention to his dick with my mouth and tongue. I didn’t have the depth to really massage his prostate like I wanted, so I just began to finger fuck his tight little ass.

“Oh, fuck me jesus!” he shouted. He began to bound his ass even more, timing it to the thrusts of my finger in his ass. I decided to gamble a bit and on a back thrust, I removed my little finger and replaced it with my index finger.

I again slid it into the furthest depth it would reach, although not violently. But I was able to curve my finger upwards and feel his prostate.

“Yes!” I thought. “Paydirt!”

I began a gentle but insistent rubbing on his prostate but no longer sawing my finger in and out. I increased my suction on his dick as well as tonguing his glans about as hard and fast as I could.

“You’re making me cum!” he shouted. “Uggggghhhh!!!!!!”

He began shooting streams of cum as I continued sucking. I kept up both the glans rubbing as well as his prostate. He kept bucking like he was riding a world class rodeo bull. His thighs were locked around my head like a vice as he orgasmed.

His spurts became shorter and with less volume. But I never slacked my efforts as he slowed his. I swallowed everything he had and kept right on sucking, knowing it drive him insane.

Sure enough, he began to plead to let him loose. “Please stop! I can’t take anymore! PLEASE!”

He tried to push my head away but I was simply too big and too strong for him to do anything. All I knew was *I* was going to have *my* fun as long as I wanted to.

But after a few moments, I slowly slid my lips from the base of his dick to his head, keeping them tight all the way up. I kissed the head of his dick after it plopped out of my mouth. I eased my index finger out from his, giving his sphincter a good rubbing before I removed my hand.

He lay there panting as I stood, wiping my mouth on a towel he had nearby. My heart rate was also slowly coming back to normal as well.

My little dicked guest just laid on the bed, quietly murmuring things I couldn’t hear. His legs were still splayed open, showing his dick and balls. They both glistened with my saliva, making me think of starting all over again.

But, duty calls and all that. I had to get back to work and knew I was off the grid long enough without someone looking for me.

My little dicked friend finally had calmed enough to converse it seemed. “Wow! I can’t believe I came that hard! That was possibly the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had in my life?” he said.

“Yeah, you came pretty good, I’d say. I really enjoyed the whole seduction thing. That was the first time I’ve actually come on to another guy. I wasn’t sure if you were going to be cool with it or not. I finally picked up on what I thought were clues in your demeanor.”

He just smiled and said, “Well, I am certainly glad you did. I’m also certainly glad I was able t olive my fantasy of being nude in public without being arrested!”

I put my glasses back on, turned my radio back on and eased out the door. I never saw him again, which is ok because there was no way that experience was ever going to be topped with the two of us.

I also notched my first rim job of a guy, as well as my first deep throat. All in all, a very enjoyable experience!

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