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This is the THIRD part of the Ginger series. Please read the previous parts, so you know what’s going on. The previous chapters are not that long!

Main tags: ginger, nerd, hairless twink, feminine man, freckles, boss-employee, secret sex, anal sex, blowjobs, prostate orgasm, wild fuck, gay romance, ex-boyfriend, clingy characters, drama, company.

——-The events follow directly the moment Rory brought Dallas to his house—————-

After we finally got out of the car, after a nice kissing session, I followed Rory upstairs to his apartment. He let me inside in silence. It was an enjoyable, one-bedroom condo.

I looked around, scratched my chin, and said, “Would you be okay with me taking a shower? I feel a bit sticky.” I smiled apologetically, as I felt a bit stupid.

My boss took me to his place, what a weird feeling!

Rory nodded and replied with a light tone of voice.

“Of course.”

He opened one of the side closets and gave me a clean towel.

When I took it, our hands slightly touched, and I felt some small electric discharge.

So, I smiled a bit shyly, and he responded similarly. Sexual tension much?

I entered the small bathroom and took a short shower, thinking about what would happen next. He obviously invited me here to have sex with me again, right?

He didn’t ask if I wanted to come in, he just kind of… led me to his place.

When I emerged from the bathroom, he was standing just next to the door – which startled me a little.

“Sorry,” Rory said, “I didn’t mean to scare you. I need to take a shower too.”

I stepped aside so he could enter the bathroom.

Not knowing what to do, I made my way to the kitchenette, which adjoined a medium-sized living room. There was a comfortable sofa there, and I sat down on it.

After about ten minutes of waiting – and staring at the dark window with a pensive face – he came back into the living room wearing a white t-shirt and brown sweatpants. I was still in my work clothes.

Rory stopped in front of me, hesitantly scrubbed his chin, and slowly sat down next to me.

I felt a bit unsure if he wanted to talk or get right to the sex part. His long hair was loose. I felt his pleasant smell, which evoked some stirring from my dick…

Our eyes met.

“Do you want me to stay the night?” I asked quietly. My level of expertise in small, light talks was very little, as I mentioned before, I was a jock only on the outside, hiding a socially awkward nerd on the inside.

“If you want that. I can give you a lift to your apartment in the morning, so you could take a new set of clothes.”

I stared at him for a while. His statement sounded a bit vague, I needed to squeeze more certainty out of him.

“But do YOU want that?” I insisted.

Rory swallowed and nodded, looking me straight in the eyes.

I felt a pleasant warmth spreading in my chest.

“Do you really want to… try pursuing that…” I made a quick gesture between me and him, “even in our complicated boss-employee situation?”

He responded with a small nod.

“I must say I was convinced you wanted to avoid having anything to do with me, but you kinda surprised me today…” I eyed him, smiling subtly.

He winced a bit and sighed.

“I admit, I struggled with that decision a lot. I’m still a bit afraid to be honest, but I’m not the type of person who would compromise my own life and dreams for a job. We are in this luxury situation where our set of skills is very needed on the market. I won’t be jobless for long even when fired. It would be a bummer, but it wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

I hesitated. “There are also other factors to consider… Things can go rocky.”

Rory huffed.

“Yeah, believe me, I know. It can be risky. I had such a situation with my ex! I’m aware it can go south pretty quickly, in case we… didn’t work out. The atmosphere in our room would become pretty tense.”

I smiled ruefully.

“I’m also willing to take the risk, mostly because there are other options. I can change the department if we don’t work out. Or I can find another job. I still have my remote job, and I can go back to it. Money is smaller, but if that would put us both at ease in case of some problems, I want you to know, I’m up to it. It won’t be a problem. I agree with you, as programmers, we are rarely… jobless,” I winked. “I also know you wanted this job, you waited for it. So I will not endanger it. It will be me to step down, in case of troubles, I want you to know that.”

He closed his eyelids for a moment and let a short breath out.

“That’s true, I wanted this promotion. And thank you for these words. It means a lot.”

We both went silent for a while. I wasn’t sure if I should ask for it, but I dared to do it anyway.

“You mentioned your ex. And that the situation was similar. Care to explain more?”

Rory looked to the side and his forehead creased, he seemed a bit uncomfortable.

“Yes, I met Martin while I was in college. We were just friends Bostancı Escort at first because neither of us was openly gay at the time. I wasn’t sure what I wanted yet I even tried dating a few girls. But eventually, we went open about it and started dating in senior year. After college, Martin found a job pretty quickly, and I started working remotely.”

Rory suddenly interrupted himself and clenched his fists. After a brief pause, he added, “He cheated on me for the first time during his company outing organized for employees. We had been together for two years. It was with a waitress from the hotel.”

I raised my eyebrows. “With a woman?”

Rory winced with bitterness.

“Yes! He was always bisexual. He could never decide 100% which gender he liked more.”

Hesitantly, I asked, “Did he tell you himself? Or you got to know some other way?”

Rory’s nostrils flared. I could feel he still had some strong negative emotions regarding his previous relationship.

“Somebody told me.”

I didn’t know how to react, so I only awkwardly patted him on his forearm. I’ve never been able to behave properly during such difficult conversations. I fell short of words.

“Fuck… That’s even worse. I’m sorry…” I mumbled, looking at the floor.

Rory let out a small breath. “Yeah. I already sensed it can only be the tip of the iceberg. We had an argument. And I mean… It was bad. Emotions went through the roof. We almost split. My heart was… broken.”

I finally decided to reach out for his hand and I squeezed it lightly.

“That sucks, man…”

Rory gritted his teeth but didn’t take his hand away.

“Well. I fought through it because he was my first boyfriend, and I just wasn’t ready to part with him. So, we stayed together for another four years, how… silly of me because the cheating didn’t stop there… He was slowly killing what I felt for him with every instance.”

The sour tone in his voice was very telling. I could still see the reminisces of how much he was hurting, in his face and in the tension of his body, so I lightly squeezed his fingers.

“In the meantime, Martin changed jobs. He started working here and recommended me. So we were together in the same company, only in different departments. But soon… our director merged the departments and Martin became my team leader because he had seniority over me…”

Wow. The corners of my mouth went down.

I didn’t expect that news!

Rory noticed my reaction and chuckled quietly.

“Yeah, I can see you are surprised. Now you know why I just wasn’t able to even respond to you during this day. It was a hard decision… A bit too close to home. I had flashbacks of my and Martin’s situations throughout the whole day. But they weren’t hot, I assure you,” he added with bitterness.

I fixed my eyes on his face.

“Listen, I’m sorry. I don’t want to bring back any bad memories…”

Rory raised his hand to stop me.

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t know each other on the airplane, we couldn’t know. Why should you be at any disadvantage because of my past twisted situations? It wouldn’t be fair.”

I moved a little closer to him and raised my hand to graze his cheek with my fingers slowly.

“It’s nice you put it that way, Rory, but I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. That’s why I promise you, if anything goes wrong, it would be me to leave the job.”

I must admit, I had difficulty tearing my hand away from him. Holding my breath, I lowered my fingers to his neck and skimmed over it. Rory closed his eyes for a few seconds. So, I leaned a bit toward him, my lips grazed over his skin – he smelled heavenly! I could see the hickeys I left there before and my dick throbbed.

“And I appreciate the honesty,” I whispered. “I will return it. I want you to know I’ve never cheated on my ex-boyfriends, Rory. Not even a kiss with anyone else. I’m a strong believer in monogamy. “

He turned his head toward me, his eyes bore into my face with strange intensity. And then he slowly leaned forward, and his pouty lips grazed over mine. It was so pleasant. I closed my eyes, expecting the kiss to linger, but he suddenly whispered, with his forehead against my forehead.

“You know… when we were on that flight, I could feel you were looking at me. You looked… a lot. It was weirdly pleasant to be the object of such attention, while I never consider myself very attractive, I felt like that under your gaze…”

I moved my lips to his temple and kissed him there. “You are very attractive to me. I wanted you from the moment I saw you, it never happened to me before, Rory. Something was drawing me toward you like a magnet…”

I kissed his cheek and roamed my lips closer to his ear.

He continued our quiet whispering exchange, “When we were having sex on the airplane, I was so shocked by how you behaved…”

“What do you mean by that?” I mumbled, slowly licking under his ear. His hands slid over my arms, pulling me closer.

“I could believe Ümraniye Escort we were making love not just fucking like strangers. You cared how I felt, you asked all the way for consent if you can move further, you were so respectful, and it was… amazing. I felt safe, despite not knowing you… “

Now I was leaving a wet trail of small, light kisses over his neck, “And you were, you always are with me, Rory… The moment when I kissed your temple after you orgasmed, and you touched my hand, it meant more to me than the entire sex. Because of that small gesture, I couldn’t forget you, I felt we could be much more than this…”

He turned his head aside and our lips met in a surprisingly sweet kiss.

Soon I stood up and pulled him up, so he stood up as well. We were now face to face, and I put my hands on his arms. For a moment, we were looking each other in the eyes.

I found the courage to slowly pull him toward me, so his head leaned on my shoulder.

My hands unhurriedly slid from his waist, along his spine, and over his shoulder blades, to his nape. I was a firm, almost massaging move.

He actually… moaned when I did it.

“Fuck, it feels so nice…” he mumbled, closing his eyes.

“Do you like being touched?”

“I do, but I rarely was…” he whispered breathlessly.

Suddenly, I had an idea.

“Would you like a massage, Rory? My second boyfriend was a Thai masseur. He taught me a lot!”

Rory raised his head from my shoulder and looked at me with a surprised expression.

“It sounds… really nice. I’m up to it.”

I smiled. “I can feel how tense your body is. It wasn’t exactly the easiest of our last days…”

“Yep, definitely.”

I kissed him lightly on the lips.

“So! What we need are: two towels, one big, one smaller. Some kind of oil – doesn’t have to be professional massage oil, but rather cosmetic oil, not the one for fried chicken,” I winked, “As it can cause an allergic reaction,” I added with a frown to sound more professional.

“I have coconut oil,” Rory rubbed his chin.

“That would be perfect.”

“Okay, can you wait in my bedroom? I will bring everything there.” He smiled shyly.

I walked into his bedroom, which had a rather big bed, where I sat. I was curious, did he live here with his boyfriend or did he move out? Some furniture looked very new, so that could be the case.

After one minute, Rory joined me, with a big towel in his hand. I took it and spread it along the bed.

“So… undress and lie down.” I smirked.

Rory bit his lip. “Undress… totally?”

“Of course.”

He nodded and quickly pulled off his clothes. I watched him attentively, admiring how lithe and willowy his body was. I could see my hickeys on his shoulders. I also glanced at his shaved crotch – he had a semi. Rory responded with a short glance before he spread his slim, white body – covered in part with golden freckles – over the towel.

I could now see his beautiful bubble butt, perfectly rounded, presented to me.

“You know… when we were on the airplane and I saw your ass, I just needed to rim you. It’s a cute, bubble butt. I didn’t even care that we were sitting in the airplane for 16 hours!”

He kinda chuckled. “Hey! I washed myself to the best of my ability!”

“I know. I felt the soap. I appreciated it…” I murmured, and gently skimmed my fingers over his round ass cheeks, and he shivered. I undressed myself also, then I slowly sat down on his thighs. He wasn’t suspecting it, I guess. I could feel him tensing a bit.

“I will do it a bit differently, but I hope it will still be pleasurable…”

I tilted my body a bit forward, my semi-hard dick leaning over his pert buttocks and I started the massage with just gentle strokes from the direction of his spine toward the outside of his body, not applying too much pressure.

It was more like petting, not really rubbing. But I wanted him to just relax, before I went for something stronger.

And when I did, he made a loud grunt.

“Fuck! You weren’t joking when you said you know how to do a massage!”

Now I was working on him in earnest, kneading deeper layers of his slim muscles. He wasn’t muscular, he obviously never was in the gym for long, Rory’s body was lissome and svelte. I found a strange pleasure in firmly massaging him, and he started to make very funny, grunting sounds, when I was rolfing and rubbing-down.

Soon Rory transformed into jelly, relaxing and loosening his muscles.

“God, it’s so… nice, Dallas. I’ve never been massaged like that. You really are a pro…” he mumbled, while I smirked. “It’s so convenient to have a boyfriend with such skills…”

I nibbled on my bottom lip. “Wow. Are we boyfriends now, Rory? That’s a rather quick evolution from just being a boss and his employee!”

He turned his head more forcibly to the side, to glance at me with a bit of unsureness.

“Well, I don’t know, aren’t we heading in this direction?”

As I didn’t answer, he added, “You insisted you don’t want Kartal Escort hookups, you wanted more, so…”

I got off his thighs and grabbed his hips, flipping him to his back. I discovered then, he had a full hard-on! I smirked and he blushed.

“What? It’s a normal result of the massage!”

“I’m not saying anything. And I’m surely not complaining.” I hesitated and added with a lower voice, “And as far as the boyfriend thing… Yes. I hope we are going in this direction. I know it’s a crazy quick decision. We have known each other for how long? Five days? But I have this strange feeling it’s the right path.”

Not waiting for his response, I smirked impishly, lowered myself down, and took his dick in my mouth.

Rory made a strangled sound of surprise and threw his arms above his head.

“Wow, this kind of massage is…even better…” he muttered.

I started to work on him in earnest, taking him deep and squeezing my mouth, so the rubbing was more intense.

He was writhing his body, thrashing his head, and making all kinds of quiet sounds, like whimpers and panting. After some time of my persistent work, he mumbled,

“Dallas… I’m going to…”

I let out his dick and raised my eyes at him quizzically.

“Can we…?” And I made a very telling gesture in the direction of my own stiff dick.

He chuckled, his face reddened. “Yeah, we can…”

“Aren’t you a bit sore? We did it just an hour and a half ago…”

“I’m willing to take the risk. You don’t even have to prepare me, I’m probably still pretty loose down there…”

I grinned and licked my finger, to check if that was the case, and then probed him with it.

He moaned in surprise.

“Yep, I can still feel a bit of the lube inside… but I need to taste it… Just to be sure,” I whispered, pushed his legs aside, and lowered myself to lick over his pucker. It was pretty soft now, looser, and a bit pinker than earlier.

I started to massage it with my tongue, making small circles around it and teasing the central opening with the tip of my tongue.

Rory’s dick was hard like a bone and I could see translucent drops of pre-cum slowly dripping down from his slit.

“Do you like being rimmed?” I mumbled, with my lips still pressed to his muscle ring.

Rory sighed loudly, “Can’t you guess? I like every kind of… massage.”

He moaned quietly and added, “I never had it a lot, only in the beginning, after that, Martin just stopped…”

“I’m gonna make sure you have a lot of it from now on… your hole is so pretty…” I whispered and continued to lick him there, caressing his opening with my tongue and I slid it inside as deep as I could, swirling around his pink walls, tingling, and teasing, enticing his moans.

“Please…” he pleaded in a whimpering tone. “I need you there, inside.”

I could see his dick throbbing hungrily.

But I wasn’t in a hurry, I wanted to prolong this sweet torture. After another minute of caressing the delicate tissue of his rim he moaned even louder and begged, “Please, Dallas, fuck me, I need to cum!”

He pulled lube from a drawer and threw it at me. “Please, I need it…”

So, I decided to have mercy on him and straightened up. I lubed my dick and looking straight in his hazel eyes, I pressed my dick head to his opened entrance. It went a bit easier this time, he only made one grunting sound, but it was still surprisingly tight, even being used by me so recently, he was just naturally very narrow there.

I slid inside inch by inch, feeling how his warm insides were gripping me, almost sucking me deeper, tempting me to plunge in there rapidly, but I resisted, keeping a steady pace.

Rory’s face was showing rather clear signs of delight, he tilted his head strongly to the back, and his neck reddened.

I put his bent legs on my chest, his feet on my pecs, and I started to move inside, aiming at his prostate with good precision, as I managed to give my ex-boyfriends hands-free orgasms on more than few occasions, so I hoped very much, I could manage to do that also for Rory.

I could recognize the tell-tell signs of it, the level of arousal had to be high enough, it could not be just a casual fuck. And Rory was in a perfect state for that, his body pleasantly opened and excited, I pulled his hips even higher, tucking the pillow under it, and started to use the upper curve of my dick to massage the p-spot in his passage. I noticed the change on his face as soon as I established the rhythm, clearly showing what I had on my mind. Rory lowered his gaze to me and I could see an honest surprise in his eyes. He must have felt the stable and regular pounding on his prostate and realized it wasn’t random.

“I’ve never… like this…” he managed, his face fiery red, “but I feel like I…can,” he tried to communicate, perhaps trying to tell me he never had prostate orgasm if he wasn’t the one establishing the pace? If the other person was in charge? I wasn’t keen on thinking too deeply about it because I was also getting very much into it, observing him writhing on the bed with delight and abandon written all over his red face, jerking his head to the sides and fisting the bedsheet – it pushed me also into higher arousal and I prayed Rory could manage to orgasm before I would flail into the inevitable bliss.

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Ray stood in front of his apartment complex in the setting sun of a warm early summer evening. After several weeks and many nights spent sleeping in the same bed, the time had finally come to meet Dylan’s friends. A prime opportunity had presented itself in mid-May with the coming of Dylan’s forty-first birthday. Ray had received an invite to a dive bar owned by three – and regularly inhabited by many more – of Dylan’s friends. Unfortunately, duty called and Ray was unable to get away from work.

It was disappointing but also a bit of a relief to not have to meet so many people in Dylan’s life at once. But now, a few weeks later, another opportunity arose. While Ray was not hugely into sports, he followed them casually and often watched games if they were on and he had a night off. On this particularly night, Ray happened to be off the next day and Dylan had relayed an invite to watch basketball at his friend’s home.

After just a few minutes outside Ray saw a familiar vehicle pulling up to the sidewalk and hopped in with a quick greeting. As Dylan drove, the two enjoyed a comfortable silence. They were men of few words and since it was a nice evening, they took a longer than necessary, yet scenic drive. It was all very relaxing. But as they pulled into the driveway next to a well-manicured lawn and walked up to the door, Ray started to feel a bit tense.

“You must be Ray, nice to meet you.”

John. The man who had allowed Dylan to stay at his home when Dylan was too embarrassed to ask his friends. The man who had undoubtedly had many nights of hot sex with the guy Ray was currently seeing. It came with the territory. When the two Marine veterans had grunted their way through their first real conversation, Dylan let it be known that he was still friends with some of his exes and several guys that he had hooked up with and that that would not change. Ray also came to learn that these two men and met each other during a difficult time for the both of them and had bonded quickly. It stirred up more than a little bit of jealousy but the practical side of Ray saw that this indicated some sense of loyalty in Dylan.

As Ray was greeted at the door and led into the living room, he had to admit to himself that John was quite attractive. Handsome in a very boyish, almost wholesome way. Without being too obvious, the cop checked him out as much as possible. He was about 5’9 with a tight, lean body that was unexpectedly muscular in certain places – notably his legs and butt. He had dark brown hair, pale skin, and light blue eyes and was dressed in shorts that stopped several inches above the knee and a snug t-shirt that looked comfortable, casually athletic, and expensive.

The living room was neat and nicely decorated and the two guests were directed to a couch right in front of a very large television. Before settling into a recliner to the left of the couch, their host offered them both drinks. Dylan hesitated.

“I might have a beer or two,” he said. “I’ve been cutting back.”

John smiled. “I noticed. You look… healthier. Maybe it has something to do with this guy?” he said, gesturing at Ray.

“And the new job,” Dylan added reticently.

“New job, new guy. Looks like everything’s going your way,” John said enthusiastically. Ray, always perceptive, detected no jealousy in that statement.

Dylan deflected. “What’s goin’ on you and that lawyer guy? And what ever happened with what’s-his-name?” he asked.

Ray perked up; he had no idea who either of those men were but he was happy that John was seeing someone else as well. The question was answered with a loud sigh.

“I’ll need a drink for that,” John replied before heading over to the kitchen. As their host walked away, Ray couldn’t help but check him out. John’s ass was framed quite nicely by the shorts he wore. It was nice, Ray admitted to himself, and could even almost make out the lining of the underwear. Briefs, most likely.

“So, what do think of Johnjohn?” Dylan asked quietly while their host went to the kitchen.

“He seems ok,” Ray said neutrally. Actually, Ray thought the man was quite a nice and a gracious host. For a moment, he also wondered if John had ever gone to a cruising area back when he was still married to a woman. The thought of someone like John showing up on one of his patrols excited Ray in way that he hoped was not too obvious.

“Ok, huh? I saw you checking him out.”

Ray blanched. “I, uh”

“It’s ok,” Dylan reassured him. “He’s got a tight little body on him. You see that ass? I gave him some exercise routines to really make that thing pop.”

Ray might have been jealous if he weren’t so befuddled.

“I’m not sure where you’re going…”

Dylan smirked. “Do you want to fuck him?” He asked.

Ray simply stared.

“He’s always ready, as in prepared, if you know what I mean.” It was said in knowing tone. “Just think about it.”

John soon returned with beers for Ray and Dylan and a small glass of something dark for himself. Ray wasn’t much of drinker but decided he’d nurse one beer for most of the Anadolu Yakası Escort night. Dylan did the same with his second beer. John however – likely in order to loosen up – drank steadily though not sloppily. On his third drink, the topic returned to a man John was currently seeing casually.

“He wants a relationship,” John said in an almost disappointed tone. “I don’t. And now he’s kind of trying to convince me into it but that’s just not what I want.”

John’s two-and-half drinks were working at loosening him up and he was now comfortable talking to the both of them. Ray had to admit it was kind of nice to sit around and talk like this.

“I mean,” John continued, “I was guilt-tripped into a nearly two-decade long marriage. I don’t want another relationship. Not now, maybe not ever. I just want to have fun, you know? I just want to…”

His voice stopped abruptly as if he were censoring himself.

“Be a whore?” Ray offered jokingly.

“Yeah!” John replied sincerely. “There are times when I just want to be really… slutty, you know?”

A look passed between the two guests. One questioning, the other encouraging.

Dylan took the lead. “Is now one of those times?” He asked.

John looked confused.

“I saw you checkin’ Ray out.”

John sputtered.

“It’s fine,” Dylan assured. “Why don’t you finish your drink and stand up?”

I was more of a command than a question. John stood up. He was apprehensive but quickly realized that he had both of their attention and somewhere deep down, he enjoyed that.

“Take off your shirt.”

Bashfully, John pulled the thick cotton tee over his head.

“Drop your shorts.”

After an uneasy look over at Ray, a small tug sent the athletic shorts down to John’s ankles.

Ray and Dylan sat side-by-side. Ray had his arms folded, making his biceps look even bigger. Dylan had one ankle crossed over a knee. Both casually starring at a mostly naked John. He stood before the two men wearing nothing but black bikini briefs. The new couple exchanged a side-ways glance. Dylan nodded. Ray took action.

In way that had become custom, the intimidating, six-foot-one cop invaded John’s space. Ray was still clothed, as was his boyfriend, and John stood exposed and unsure in the middle of his own living room.

Usually, with guys like John, undressing them would happen gradually until they were totally stripped. But now, Ray already had the upper hand. He could tell how much John loved having both men’s eyes on him in spite of the man’s innate shyness. The underwear looked good on him and so Ray decided that he could keep them for now.

Ray wrapped one arm around John’s waist while the other slid a hand down the back of his underwear. The larger man’s fingers slipped into the crease of John’s ass and found the tight ring of muscle. The index applied slight pressure before Ray reached up and put it in John’s mouth. It was strange to feel this emboldened after such a short meeting but Ray felt no hesitation.

“Get my fingers nice and wet,” he commanded and slid several fingers passed John’s lips. He turned the man’s body so that he was facing Dylan. Then, lowering the briefs just enough to expose the pumped, muscular ass cheeks, Ray slid a long finger into John.

“Aahhhh,” the man moaned as he felt the pressure of entry and sucked his teeth when the third knuckle reached his opening. More closed mouth moans came as Ray started to curl and uncurl his finger.

“You like, that? You like my fingers in your pussy?” Ray asked. John merely nodded sheepishly while Dylan remained silent, watching. After a second finger slipped inside, Ray decided that his host would have to wait for more. He removed his hand from the half-off briefs but left them down exposing John’s ass crack. He looked sluttier this way. Then Ray unzipped his shorts and exposed his stiff dick.

“Get on your knees,” he told John, and turned to face Dylan who would now have a full view of John’s bare back and exposed ass.

Dylan’s face was mostly unreadable but there was a hint of a smile. Ray put a hand on the back of his host’s head and guided it to his cock. John started out tentatively. Things had escalated quickly and he was still processing. Still wondering exactly how far this would go and also if the third man might get involved. After slowly taking Ray into his mouth, John started to bob his head back forth.

He’s good, Ray thought, looking down at the increasingly hungry mouth wrapped around his cock. As John picked up the pace Ray felt the tip of his cock start to hit to back of the throat. John didn’t gag. In fact, to Ray’s surprise, after several minutes he took the entire length down his throat and held there. That eagerness ignited Ray’s dominant side and the hand on the back of John’s head tightened into a firm grip. He started to buck his hips and pull John’s hair. It was short on the sides but the top was just long enough to give Ray control. Now the faint slurping sound produced by John’s mild sucking was replaced with the loud gagging and Avrupa Yakası Escort sloppy sounds of Ray’s cock slamming into his mouth and fucking the man’s throat.

A look at Dylan showed that the bulge in his shorts had grown and while he remained silent, Ray could tell that he was enjoying the show. John, for his part could almost feel Dylan’s eyes on his toned back and exposed ass. It ignited an excitement in him and Ray’s cock was the recipient of that excitement. He vigorously slurped and sucked up and down the length the thick, swollen dick that was even bigger than Dylan’s.

Ray locked eyes with his boyfriend and could see the hunger even through the silence. Dylan wanted to see more, and when the big man bit his bottom lip in lustful anticipation, Ray decided to give the man just want he wanted.

“Turn around,” he barked at the man on his knees. Ray saw mild confusion in John’s eyes but soon after he pivoted to face the couch, Ray crouched down behind him. Without a word John bent over, placing his forearms on the ground and raising his hips to present his ass to a man he had only just met.

Ray smiled. “You really want it don’t you?”

“Yes.”

Fingers slid back into John. “How bad do you want it?”

A hand grabbed one hip while the other continued to finger John.

“I want it so bad.”

Several fingers slipped farther inside. “Say please.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me.” The desperation in John’s voice electrified Ray. Without even removing his shirt or pulling his shorts down, he replaced his fingers with the tip of his dick. The head popped in easily and elicited a loud moan.

Seeing where this was headed, Dylan reached over to a drawer next to the couch, pulled out a bottle of lube, and tossed it to Ray, who easily caught it. John was relaxed but tight so Ray wasted no time slathering the man’s eager hole and his own cock. Now he pushed back into his host but this time didn’t stop at the tip. Grabbing John by the hips, Ray pushed his way in slowly but steadily. The sound of John’s moans grew louder with every inch of Ray that invaded his body.

After just a few seconds he felt the smooth skin of John’s ass cheeks against his pelvis. John had taken it all. Easily. Ray then decided that this was as gentle as he was going to be. He was going to fuck this man hard.

“Arch your back,” Ray commanded. John buried his face into the floor, ass up and in full submission. Ray started to buck his hips in quick, powerful strokes. The sounds that John made in response permeated the room. His loud, shameless moans added fuel to the fire raging inside of the man inside of him.

“Move to side,” Ray barked, guiding the naked body in front of him to the left until it was parallel to the couch. This would give Dylan a full view of his friend and allow him to watch as Ray’s thick, hard cock slid in and out of him.

Now that Dylan could see in explicit detail, Ray changed his rhythm. He pulled his cock out of John almost completely, leaving just the fat tip, before plunging back in. The first time he did this, John jumped and was pushed forward by the impact. Ray felt him, tense and relax from the inside. John started to writhe and squirm with intense pleasure. But Ray was strong enough to hold him place. Strong hands held John’s tight body in total control as Ray pounded him from behind over and over.

“You like that?” Ray asked, as he continued his assault from behind. Without waiting for an answer he barked out another order. “Turn over,” he said.

John looked back at Ray in a second of confusion before feeling himself being flipped over onto his back. Without hesitation he slid his briefs off and spread his legs, inviting the hot stud back inside. In a flash, Ray hooked his forearms underneath Johns legs with his hands supporting the man’s lower back, plunged back inside, and effortlessly lifted him off the floor. Without so much as a labored breath, the bodybuilder stood.

From this standing position Ray lowered John onto his recliner and started to fuck him at an incredibly dominant stance. Leaning for forward and perched on the balls of his socked feet, most of Ray’s bodyweight rested on his hands which rested on the chair and let the cop leverage his weight against John, pinning him. His hips pistoned with an almost mechanical efficiency. At this point, all Dylan could see of John were his bare feet flailing over Ray’s broad shoulders. In spite of the excitement that showing off for his boyfriend gave him, Ray knew exactly how he wanted this to end. He generously lowered his host’s legs from his shoulders so he could touch himself.

“Jerk off,” Ray said. “You’re gonna cum with my dick in your ass.”

John didn’t need much encouragement on that front. Keeping his legs spread wide for the man dominating him, John wet his right hand with his mouth and grabbed his cock. As Ray increased his pace John pushed his back into the soft fabric of his favorite recliner and took everything that came to him. Ray looked down and saw that John İstanbul Escort was totally enthralled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he got fucked hard and fast. John’s hand glided up and down his hard cock and the man moaned uncontrollably.

Soon, those moans started to take a different tone. Ray felt John’s body start to tense and even noticed as the man on his back started to rock his hips slightly upward, catching Ray’s strokes. John did this without even thinking while clenching and unclenching the tight ring of his asshole around the cock inside of him.

“Oh fuck,” John moaned.

“That’s right,” Ray rasped. “Fucking take it.”

“Ohhh fuuuck, I’m cumming. I’m – ” John lost his words as his hand, working overtime, coaxed a body shaking orgasm out of him. Still taking all of Ray’s hard cock, the accommodating host oozed what felt like gallons of cum all over himself. The impact of Ray’s powerful hips caused it to splatter even farther up John’ torso, making a mess of his abs and reaching his pecs. John’s climax was intense and disorienting and before he could regain his senses, Ray pulled out. Grabbing John by arm, Ray pulled him forward onto the floor in front of Dylan. Who John, frankly, had forgotten was still there.

With John still shuddering and his semi-erect cock still dribbling remnants of his orgasm, Ray shoved his cock into the man’s mouth. With both hands he gripped John’s head and started to slide his cock quickly in and out of his mouth. Ray was leaking precum and relished the idea his of seed mixing with the taste of this man’s own asshole. Dylan watched intensely as his boyfriend viciously fucked his friend’s face. Ray released one hand from his sub’s head and started to jerk off. He locked eyes with the man who had brought him here. The reason why all of this was happening. Although Dylan seemed calmly entertained, Ray could see differently. He noticed the heavy breathing, the tapping of fingers in anxious anticipation and tugged at himself harder and faster. Finally, Ray looked down at the man servicing him and lost control.

“MMMMMM,” a low growl was the only sound that escaped from Ray’s closed mouth as he decorated John’s handsome face with large gobs of warm, sticky semen. With one hand on the back of John’s hand and the other on his own member, the hot, hard bodybuilder oozed all over his host’s mouth, cheeks, nose. He even took his cock and rubbed it over the cum on John’s lips, smearing it and making an even bigger mess. This was before he slid it back into John’s mouth.

“Clean it,” Ray said.

John responded obediently and licked up from the base, cleaning up all remnants of cum and eliciting a shiver from Ray as his tongue passed over now tender and extra sensitive tip. Now cleaned, Ray proceeded to push his cock back behind his shorts. A quick zip up and now he was now totally covered. With the euphoria wearing off Ray thought to himself that this was a bit insane. He looked over at his new boyfriend to gauge his feelings and was surprised to see that Dylan looked….proud. Ray let out a rare smile.

So, this is how it was going to be between us, Ray thought and then realized that this relationship might actually be a perfect fit. Wiping the sweat from his brow he walked over to the couch and plopped down next to Dylan. The two of them sat then sat there silently and watched as John sank down to the floor and leaned his back again the base of the recliner. The alcohol was starting to wear off a bit and in the bright lights of the living room John became acutely aware of his nakedness. Dylan decided to help his friend.

“Why don’t go clean yourself up and we’ll get your clothes sorted,” he offered.

“Right,” John said dazed and slightly embarrassed before walking off to rid his torso and face of the clearly visible semen. Dylan took this time to pick up John’s underwear before sitting back down and unmuting the television.

When their host walked back into the room he paused and Ray almost got hard again. John was still naked and seemed suddenly surprised to see the two large, fully clothed men sitting on his couch with the game playing as if nothing had happened.

“Um…” he started tentatively. “My clothes?”

“Here you go,” Dylan replied throwing the briefs he’d picked up off the floor. John caught them at his chest, unbunched them and pulled them on, realizing that he was being watched. And, Ray thought, enjoying the attention in spite of himself. For a second, he looked around for the rest of his clothes.

“Where are -“

“Cavs are up by 5,” Dylan said, casually cutting him off. “Why don’t come have a seat?”

“O..Ok,” John replied. He then padded over to the couch in just his briefs and sat between his two guests.

They stayed like this for the rest of the night. With John taking his hosting duties to a more submissive place. Whenever either of the two men needed anything, John eagerly got up and got it for them. At one point Ray even draped an arm over John’s shoulders, letting a fingertip graze an exposed nipple. When the two men got up to leave there was a moment of uncertainty as to where Dylan would spend the night. He hadn’t participated in the sex and Ray wondered if Dylan might want to take a turn with their host. But then Ray remembered that Dylan had driven him there and felt a bit silly as they went on their way.

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Jaime Poole and I had performed in various capacities—I was a pianist, actor, singer, and dancer, and he was all those things except that he played violin rather than the piano—at the three-week Gloucester Summer Arts Festival and I hadn’t realized he was a high-muckety-muck in the country. I’d noticed people giving him deference, but I thought it was from his looks and ready smile, not because he had some sort of title.

We’d gotten along really, really (I mean really) well and I’d floated along in his slip stream for the three weeks. He seemed to know everyone and be able to get anything he wanted. That certainly had worked with me as long as I stayed close to him. I was here on a summer lark from school at the New York College of Performing Arts. It was a summer opportunity I picked off a bulletin board, something that would look good on my résumé. Five weeks at the festival, two in prep and three in performance, and then the rest of the summer kicking around England and pickup up culture—and having a good time. Who knew I’d latch onto someone with a title in the process?

Jaime was part of that good time to have during the summer. He was my age—twenty—and was studying, just as I was, to be an entertainer. He was further along here in England than I was, though. Because of his great looks and body, he already was a model and had done some TV commercials and even had been in a BBC drama in a minor role. I was only now finding that this success was as much because of his connections as talent and good looks.

“The festival is winding down,” he said to me as we were stretched out against each other in my rooming house bed in old town Gloucester. I didn’t know where his room was. We’d always done it in my room. He’d just finished fucking me and we were sharing a joint.

“You say you’re going to roam around the country now for a couple of weeks,” he said. “I have a two-day gig at a country house south of here from tomorrow. You want to come along? It’s providing music in one room—both classical and more pop, nothing we haven’t done during the festival—while an art auction is being conducted in another room. Room and board for two nights plus a bit of cash and any tipping you can get attendees to give. It would be fun. I know these people. Some of them tip very well. Others will pay generously for a blow job or a fuck.”

Jaime didn’t just know these people. Jaime was these people. Easton Hall was a pile of very old rock on the eastern banks of the Severn River just south of Gloucester. The current lord of the manor was a Sir Henry Poole. The surprise to me was that he was Jaime’s father. The Poole name was famous from history as contenders for the throne. I didn’t have the nerve to ask if they were those Pooles. I now knew where Jaime bunked during the Gloucester Summer Performing Arts Festival. I’m surprised he deigned to enter my miserable digs to do me.

“So, do I call you ‘Sir,’ now?” I asked as we set up at a grand piano in the multipaned bow window of what he called the music room. Art was set up on easels around the wood-paneled walls of the adjacent great hall overlooking the Severn. That’s where a day-long auction was being conducted. Jaime and I were to provide continuing soft-music entertainment in an adjoining room to offer temporary escape from the auction for those seeking it.

“Dress nicely,” Jaime said. “We’re as much eye candy as smoothening for the ears. And you might manage a lucrative hookup. The art world here is crammed with queers. My dad caters to them.”

“So, we’re being pimped,” I said, with a smile.

“Yes,” he quickly answered, leaving me in limbo on whether he had taken that as a joke or not. He knew I could easily be had. He had easily had me. He also knew I wasn’t above being paid for sex and that I needed the money.

Drinks were set up in here, and there was more small-group conversation and drinking going on than listening to our music.

“I’m a third son. You can call me ‘mud,’ if you like until and unless my two older brothers kick it before I do,” Jaime belatedly answered on the title.

“Does your father know about us?” I asked.

“Do you mean does he care that you’ll be sleeping in my bed tonight?” Jaime asked, with a laugh. “My father doesn’t really care anything about me and isn’t likely to until and unless, as I noted, my two older brothers toss it in before I do. And he surrounds himself by queers, so why should he care if he has one under his roof. Is he himself a queer, though? I don’t know—or care.”

We took breaks. On one of mine, I went into the auction room and roamed around, looking at the art. Visual art wasn’t my thing. I was into performing art. But I paused in a corner where the art concentrated on male nudes. As I viewed these paintings, sketches, and photographs with interest, a voice behind me said, “As alluring as these young men are, they don’t hold a candle to you. You’re the one at the piano in the other room, aren’t you?”

“Yes, that’s me,” I said, turning Bostancı Escort to see that the man who addressed me was the chief art dealer for the auction. I’d seen him and his assistant, a young man of about my age, a sultry dark-headed, foxy sort of thin character, moving fluidly around in black satin, deftly handling and positioning the artwork and setting up the artwork before the auction opened. The art dealer was a man of vitality in contrast to his assistant, red-haired, robust, probably in his early forties. He obviously was the salesman of the two, gregarious, outgoing, as his assistant floated around in the shadows. Ruddy of complexion, the art dealer had strong, square-jawed features. He was a big man, muscular, not fat, but weighty. He dressed well—but more tweedy than his assistant’s satin.

“You play well. And you look divine. I wish you had been sitting for one of these paintings. If I acquired one of you, I wouldn’t be selling it.”

“Thank you, I think,” I said, looking down at his hand. He was grasping my arm with a strong hand, probably, I thought, with a stronger grip than he realized. He had a heavy gold signet ring in his middle finger.

“Your name is Neal, Neal Younger, isn’t it? And you’re American.”

“Yes,” I said, in surprise. “How did you know?”

“I saw you perform at the Gloucester festival last week. You photo and name were in the program, along with some background notes. You’re twenty—young to have accomplished what you have. We came over to start setting this auction up and I went to a couple of programs. You were singing in a gay chorus number—the soloist. I am Duncan Chambers, by the way. From the other side of the Severn—at Littledean Hall, above Newnham.”

“Yes, that was me.” Where he was from meant little to me—that he might want to pay me for sex was everything. He looked to be in good shape and to be a good cocksman. He certainly was confident enough. I probably wouldn’t have to do a thing; he dominates and take what he wanted.

“And it was a gay chorus, was it not?”

“Yes.” Was this when he hit on me? But of course he’d been hitting on me from the moment he’d walked up behind me and started to talk. Did I mind? No, not really. I was promiscuously gay. I was casual about sex if I encountered someone I fancied. And I did like going with older, robust men. And I did like the look of this Duncan Chambers. I checked out his crotch with my eyes. Promising. I did like a thick cock. If I was going to do it, I wanted to feel it.

He was about to say something else, when his assistant interrupted us. “Excuse me, Duncan,” he said. “There is a woman—obviously moneyed—looking at the Frederick Cotman ‘Harwick Harbour’ painting. I think it requires your touch to make her love it.”

Chambers smiled at me, gave my arm an extra squeeze before withdrawing his hand, murmured, “Later, I hope.”

“The answer is yes,” I said. “You don’t have to wonder how to ask or to ask again. You can just surprise me.”

He gave me a startled look, followed by a smile and slight bow. “You are an amazing young man,” he said. “This will be interesting—and, I hope, invigorating. Jaime tells me you are quite a ride.” And then he was gone.

* * * *

Later that evening, the auction having wrapped up, Jamie and I were alone—or so we assumed—at least out here on the edge of the vast rock pile of a mansion, in a library, with book shelves all around and mahogany paneling, richly patterned oriental carpets, deep-seated leather couches and chairs, two table lamps on the sofa facing the lit fireplace combining with the fire to let off a low glow of illumination. We sat, entwined on the sofa, and looked into the fire as our hands moved on each other’s bodies, freeing each other of our clothes. Jamie assured me we wouldn’t be seen by anyone else.

When we were naked, he reached over to a side table and came back with three capsules in his hand—two pink ones and a blue one. He opened his hand and offered me my pick. I took and downed a pink one. He swallowed the other two. Within minutes, the room was in a swirl, the colors of the flames in the fireplace dancing in multicolor, my arousal rising to the heights.

We kissed and fondled. I hadn’t really noticed before, but there now was the proverbial luxuriously furred bear-skin rug stretched out in front of the fireplace. Jamie pulled me down onto the rug, and, both naked and erect, we went into the sixty-nine position, me on top, and we gave each other deep suck. I was in a daze, dancing around in a world of euphoria, a kaleidoscope of swirling colors revolving in my brain.

I repositioned myself, still on top of Jamie, who was stretched out on the rug on his back, but I was saddled on top of his loins, him holding his erection erect, as my hands palming his pecs, I slowly slid down on his pole, descending and then rising, descending further than before and rising, fucking myself on his shaft.

I sensed movement across the room, at the Ümraniye Escort edge of the dim light cast by one of the table lights. There was a man there—large, red-headed. The art dealer. He was sitting in a straight Chippendale side chair he’d pulled up to where he could watch Jamie and me fucking—or rather me fucking myself on Jamie. Jamie was nearly lost to his capsules, although he was grasping my hips as I rose and fell on his cock and was making low moaning sounds. He was still hard as a rock inside me. No condoms, though. We were barebacking. I had learned to control the muscles of my passage so that they could undulate over a man’s cock, making internal love to him, caressing and milking him. I was doing so with Jamie.

And a man was sitting in a straight chair at the edge of the pool of light, drinking port from a snifter and watching us. He was fully clothed, but he was unzipped and freed, his hand, light reflecting off the thick, gold ring on his middle finger, stroking possibly the longest, thickest shaft I’d ever seen on a man—a horse’s shaft, a bull’s cock.

Rising and falling on Jamie’s cock, my eyes on the robust, red-haired man, fully clothed other than his released cock, stroking his bull’s shaft as he watched me fuck myself on Jamie’s cock, I arched my back and let out a let cry as I felt Jamie release inside me. My exclamation merged with the man’s grunt as he too released, sending an arc of cum toward me. I collapsed on Jamie’s body, moving my lips to his for a kiss, but receiving no responding pressure. Jamie was lost to the world.

“Come here. Kneel to me, Neal.” Duncan Chambers laughed at the homophone. “Kneel to me. Clean my cock. Then I will fuck you. On your hands and knees. I know you want to.”

Yes, I wanted to. The capsule I’d taken hadn’t done its best yet. I had to have the larger, bull’s cock. My euphoria and arousal were still on the ascendent. I pulled away from Jamie and crawled to Chambers on my hands and knees. When I reached him, I took his shaft in my hands—still in half erection, both of us knowing he would quickly rebuild to full shaft—and I licked the cum off the shaft and took the huge knob in my mouth. Chambers cupped my head in his hands and forced my throat down his shaft. I gagged, but he held me in place. I adjusted as the cock filled out inside my throat and gave him head.

After he had engorged completely again, he moved his hands to my armpits and raised me, the hands gliding down to grasp my waist as he pulled me up, and toward him, until I was hovering over his hips, the balls of my feet pressed into the carpet on either side of the chair. My moved my hands under us and found and held his enormous shaft in position with both hands.

“Did your yes earlier mean yes to this?” he murmured.

“Yes,” I answered.

With difficulty, panting and groaning, I descended on the shaft, set the muscles of my passage into motion, grabbed and caressed his cock, and used the balls of my feet as leverage to rise and fall on the shaft.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Chambers growled as he grasped my waist between his hands and helped raise and lower me on his cock. I grabbed his biceps with my hands, leaned back, and moaned low in my throat.

“Oh, shit, you’re huge,” I whimpered.

Up, down, up down, updownupdown.

“That thing you do with your passage muscles,” he growled, his voice thick with lust.

“Yes, do you like it?”

“Do you have to ask? You’re such a delicious slut.”

Jamie moaned and moved his position on the bear-skin rug across the room. But I was otherwise engaged.

* * * *

I woke up in a canopied four-poster bed, draped in a burgundy-colored brocade curtain. The drapes were closed and I immediately, upon waking, felt the atmosphere to be stifling. That might be because, despite the bed being a big one, there were three of us in it. I was in the middle, on my back, a man on either side of me, each turned full length toward me and facing me. They were both awake, staring at me. My legs were raised and spread, each hooked on the crook of the elbow of the man on either side of me. I was completely open and vulnerable to them.

I think what woke me up was the man to the right of me—Duncan Chambers—working his fourth finger into my ass. Something hard, metallic was rubbing against my sphincter muscle. The thick signet crest of the gold ring on the middle finger of his right hand, I supposed.

The man to my left was Chambers’ foxy-looking young assistant. My first thought was to wonder where Jaime was. Was this his bedroom? I didn’t remember there being drapes on the canopy bed in his bedroom. I hadn’t been assigned a bed at Easton Hall.

The drug from the pink capsule hadn’t completely worn off yet. I wasn’t moving too fast mentally or physically.

“You’re awake,” Chambers murmured.

“Sort of. Where . . .?” I didn’t have a chance to go further at that point. I was still set on slow. Chambers was turning onto his back, and both Anadolu Yakası Escort he and his assistant were moving me on top of him, facing him. It was going to be another cowboy ride. I surrendered to them as they lowered me onto Chambers’s cock. I did start to struggle when I realized what was next, but, together, they were stronger than I was and I was still a bit high and slow on the pink pill. The assistant came in behind me, embracing me from behind and forcing my chest down on Chambers’s torso. Chamber reached down, grabbed my butt checks, and raised and squeezed them open.

As big as Chambers was built, I couldn’t conceive of anything else being inside me when he was, but the man and his assistant could conceive that. As I struggled and panted and whimpered, the assistant penetrated above Chambers’s already-buried cock, and they fucked me together, in a double penetration. I collapsed and blacked out before they were finished.

When I woke again, it was daylight and the drapes on the bed were pulled back and secured to the posts. We were in a high-ceilinged square room with gray stone walls, floor, and ceiling. Chambers was standing at a tall, ornately framed window in the middle of the wall to the left of the bed. The bed itself was positioned between two identical tall windows. The room had a sense of the ancient about it. On the wall facing the foot of the bed was a stone fireplace big enough to walk in and I had the sense that if it hadn’t been summer, there would be a fire going in the fireplace but that I’d still be shivering from the cold.

Chambers was naked, leaning into the side frame of one of the windows, looking out of it, and smoking a cigarette. One hand held the cigarette. The other was stroking his cock. As before, he had the cock of a large horse and he was in near-erection. He hadn’t been naked in the library, and we’d been in too close quarters in this bed earlier for me to get more of a sense of his body other than it was muscular and ruddy and his red hair was natural, although of slightly different hue depending on where on his body it was sprouting. Now I could see that his body was Zeus-like for a man in his forties—all power, muscle, and matting of red hair, the color which became more flame-colored as it descended to his pubes and thighs.

“You’re awake,” he said—again; it was the only thing I remember him saying before when he and his assistant doubled me—when I sat up in the bed.

“Where’s Jamie?” I asked.

“I presume he’s at home at Easton Hall, still out of it. I take it he took the blue capsule.”

“And a pink one, I think,” I said. “But how did you know about the drugs?”

“I gave them to him. I told him to take one of each but not to give you a blue one.”

“You did? Why?”

“Isn’t that obvious? I wanted him to be out of the way when I fucked you. I wanted you all to myself for the first fuck.”

“Wait. You say he’s at Easton Hall. We’re not at Easton Hall?”

“No. We’re on the other side of the River Severn, above Newnham, at my house—well, at Burton’s house. Burton Spencer, my partner. This is Littledean Hall, his family manor. He’s in Tangier at the moment, being headmaster at a performing arts college there. I’ll be sailing out to him soon.”

“What hall did you say?”

“Littledean Hall. It’s reputed to be one of the most haunted houses in England. It’s certainly one of the oldest continually inhabited ones. The foundations are from the fifth century. The last structured on the foundations were built in the early seventeenth century. After breakfast, I’ll take you on a tour. You can get the whole range of English history right here. You don’t have to go on a tour of the country. We’ve got the ruins of a Roman temple on the grounds and evidence of civilizations going back much before that even.”

“You brought me here last night?”

“Yes, and fucked you through the night. It would be a little late to object to that. You did say yes—twice, as a matter of fact. And you kept on saying yes while I fucked you. You’re a delight. A true work of art. I want you again. Now.”

“I don’t understand. What . . .?”

“I said now.” And it, indeed, was now. He stubbed out his cigarette in a tray on top of a small bureau next to the window, strode to the bed, and reached down and grabbed my ankles. He spread my legs, pulling me down to the foot of the bed in the same movement, forced himself between my thighs, and thrust up inside me. I yelped at the thickness of him, but he’d obviously been there before more than once in the night and I hadn’t closed up.

I surrendered immediately, not least because he had a magnificent cock and body and I had no reason to deny him. For the next twenty minutes we furiously fucked, Chambers hovering over me at the foot of the bed, grasping my hips and pulling me on and off his cock while he attacked my nipples with his teeth. This, while hooking my knees on his hips, I dug my fingernails into his biceps and my elbows into the mattress and rocked my pelvis against his in a coordinated vigorous and deep-rocking fuck to a near-mutual ejaculation, letting the muscles of my passage walls undulate over his thrusting, throbbing cock.

“Oh, fuck yes! Yes, YES, YES! Shit, you’re huge! Screw me to the bed!”

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I opened the door and let him in. The man was tall, black, and bald. He was pretty heavy but was tall enough to make him look big and not fat — if that makes any sense.

“Why don’t you use the bathroom to wash up?” I suggested, and pointed at the bathroom right next to the door.

I had already prepared the hotel room. I’d place a towel on the bed to catch any sweat and fluids. I placed a smaller one next to the bed with two bottles of water. I opened one and drank a bit — better to be hydrated. I took off my shirt and was going to remove my shorts and underwear.

I glanced up and he came out of the bathroom nude. The picture of his cock he sent to me online had been impressive. It was very thick and long. He’d claimed nine inches. It didn’t prepare me for the real thing though. His floppy soft dick was uncut and bounced from meaty thigh to meaty thigh as he walked into the room from the bathroom.

I caught my breath. I was straight and married. I had no interest in men. I had no interest in making out or getting fucked. I had been fascinated with sucking a cock since I was a youth. I sucked a guy in college and I was hooked immediately. I’d sucked a few guys after that. My wife knew I had done this but she didn’t like the idea of me sucking random dude’s cocks. So I had stopped for a long time. But, the fantasies and memories remained. After my divorce, it took me a while to realize that there was no reason I couldn’t suck some cocks on occasion. My job had me travel once or twice a month and this afforded me the opportunity to find dudes who just wanted someone to suck them. Internet sites are full of nuts and flakes but I could usually find someone to let me worship their cock and balls.

That’s how I found myself in a hotel room with a large nude black man.

“Holy shit, man! THAT… is a fucking cock!” I said truthfully. “Stand there a second and let me see…” I asked moving toward him and dropping to my knees.

His cock was gorgeous. It was much darker than the rest of him. It was my perfect fantasy cock in shape. I don’t care if it’s light or dark. As a middle-aged white dude in the Midwest, there is something about the infamous BBC, though.

This cock was about as long and thick as my cock when fully erect — and this dick was soft! I’m about six inches long and about an inch and a half thick when hard — which I definitely was now. His foreskin hung down like a little snout. I am circumcised but I love a nice uncut dick. They’re sexy in that it’s almost as if their hiding something beneath the skin and it’s my job to discover what it is — and I love my job. There is more to play with. That foreskin just begs to be gently pulled and chewed. And when you pull it back, you reveal the head. Uncut dick heads tend to be so much more sensitive than circumcised ones.

I reached out and held the soft masterpiece in my palm, feeling its heft. It was so big. So thick. So real. I let it bounce a bit. So perfect! I shook my head in amazement.

I love soft cocks. I love to suck them and slowly make them hard in my mouth. I love to keep sucking after having it fill my mouth with cum. I love cummy slick softness. I love its bendiness and flexibility in my mouth. I love the squishiness of the shaft between my lips as I squeegee the cum off into my mouth. I enjoy this so much that I end up doing it until they get hard again. And then I get another load on my face or in my mouth or down my throat.

I love the idea of a guy cumming in my mouth more that I enjoy the actual flavor, I must admit. It doesn’t matter though because the end result is the same; I get so wrapped up in the pure excitement of having a penis in my mouth, that I can’t stop when they cum. If they’re filming, as I often ask them to do, I prefer to have them cum on my face, so I can see their load when I watch later. But I have them slide back into my mouth immediately so I can keep sucking. Plus, I know that cumming in a mouth feels infinitely better than jacking off. And I want to suck as I would prefer to be sucked. Isn’t that the golden rule?

And this was truly a great soft cock. I realized I needed some pics of this beast.

I looked up to his face and whispered “Fuuuuck. What a great cock!” He smiled and thanked me in a surprisingly high voice.

I wiggled it and watched it flop around. Amazing. So hot. One of the biggest I’d seen. Maybe the biggest considering girth as well as length. I’d have to get him hard to verify. It’s a tough job but someone has to do it…

I passed him my phone and told him to film me. I wiggled the cock some more and stared at it as it flopped lazily. I squeezed it in my hand. I cupped his large balls and lifted cock and balls before letting them drop and bounce as if in slow motion. I was mesmerized. It was the cock I’d fantasized about sucking. Man, if I lived near, I’d end up as this guy’s personal on-call cocksucker I admitted to myself. This scandalous thought excited me further. What if the guys in the shop İstanbul Escort could see me now! What if they could hear me fantasizing about being an on-call cocksucker!

Fuck me! At this point, I was so excited, I’d suck them all. I’d let them all cum on my face! I’d eat all of their cum!

I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his large balls in my hand and his soft but lengthening dick in the other. I could wait no more. I leaned in, tilted my head and slurped the loose foreskin and the head of his dick into my mouth. It was soft and warm and smelled of soap. I would stay here forever with this dick in my mouth. I ran my tongue around the covered head.

He sighed. “Mmmmm…nice. You like my dick?”

I tightened my lips around the head and pulled my mouth off, flattening and stretching his cock until only the long foreskin remained in my mouth until that too slipped out.

“Fuck man! I love this cock. I’d suck this every day! Every fucking day!” I whispered hoarsely. “Too bad I live so far away, man. I’d be your on-call cocksucker.” I amazed myself by admitting this out loud. I looked into my phone and slurped the head back into my mouth. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of this warm thick soft phallus filling my mouth. I slid the whole soft length into my mouth and held it there, enjoying its fleshy thickness as my nose poked into his pubic hair.

I was throating him and could feel the gag reflex starting. Throating a soft dick is usually nothing to brag about in general. I’d discovered that thick cocks trigger the gag reflex more than long ones. This soft thick cock seemed to fill my mouth more than many hard ones ever did. I was able to repress the reflex and hold him in my mouth.

“Fuuuck man, that’s so nice!” he said as he placed both hands on my head, gently holding me there. I love to be throatfucked and love it when my head is held and guided onto a cock. I moaned and looked up past his belly to his face. “You DO love sucking cock doncha?” he asked. “You’re enjoying this as much as I am, aren’t you dude?”

I slid my mouth slowly off like before. Ignoring the trailer of spit that remained as a bridge from his dick to my mouth, I fangirled: “You have no idea! I love this cock! It’s perfect — fucking perfect!”

I got up, took a swig of water and offered him one. I stripped off my clothes and motioned for him to sit on the edge of the bed where I’d placed the bath towel. He complied.

“You have a nice dick”, he offered in that soft voice. I thanked him knowing that my cock was respectable even if it wasn’t close to what he was packing…

I got on my knees between his legs and looked up at him before focusing on his penis. Men like that subservient look when you’re on your knees about to suck them.

His dick was still hanging past his large balls and while still not hard, it was definitely longer and thicker than before. He was about seven or eight inches long and about two inches thick. His cock head had filled out the foreskin so that the little snout was gone and the head was poking out through a half inch circle. I moved it up and deposited it on my forehead as I licked his scrotum. His cock was nicely weighty on my head. I licked one of his balls and then the other. Then I moved my head around so that my tongue and nose slowly nudged one ball and then the other around in the long flaccid sack. I gripped his shaft tightly and felt that it was certainly harder. It was strong and powerful. I released my grip and squeezed again. I ran my tongue up the part of his thick shaft hidden within his scrotum and down again, slowly masturbating this sensitive part with my tongue as I squeezed and released his exposed shaft.

Looking up, I was pleased to see that he was filming me again. I gently sucked on ball into my mouth and tugged until it popped free. I did the same with the other. I then sucked the first ball into my mouth and tried to fit the other in with it. I mostly succeeded but his balls were large. I wondered if this meant he’d cum a lot, and I hoped he did. I’d let this guy cum where he wanted. Down my throat? Yes! On my face! God yes! In my mouth? Yes! Fuck yes!

I let his balls free and pulled his shaft to my mouth. It was much harder now. Much longer and thicker too! There was the nine inches the Grindr photo promised. Nine inches and thick! And uncircumcised! The trifecta! I looked at it in amazement. I gripped it tightly and slowly slid the foreskin down to reveal the wide ridged head. Mmmm… fucking GORGEOUS! What a cock!

He put his hands on my head again and guided me to his cock. I looked up again into his eyes and complied. I opened my mouth and slid my lips down over the covered head and onto the shaft. Delicious, I thought.

In my opinion, cocks, if clean, don’t really taste of one thing or another. Soap and sweat, maybe. When I say delicious, I mean that it felt so good — so perfect in my mouth. The soft skin sliding over the thick hard Kadıköy Escort pliable core. The core — so hard and yet still somewhat giving. The warmth. It all combines to feel so fucking good.

He moaned, held my head there and pulled it slowly up. Then he pulled me back down. And up. And down. I let him guide me and create the rhythm he preferred. He didn’t press me to go deeper. He was just enjoying having me suck his penis. I was enjoying it too.

“Mmmm…that’s so nice. You are a good cocksucker. Fuuuck! So good.” He said as he forced his penis in and out of my mouth.

His dick was now wet with my saliva and it ran down to his balls. I placed my middle finger and thumb around his scrotum and pulled, trapping his balls. He moaned and held me with his penis half in my mouth. I released his wet scrotum and instead, lightly brushed his balls with my fingers. I flipped and batted them gently toward my chin.

He guided me like this for another five minutes or so before I slid off and stood up. I was going to have him fuck my mouth and throat.

Instead, he surprised me by saying: “You like your dick sucked?”

When I said “Yeah man. Who doesn’t?”,

He asked “Do you mind if I suck you?”.

I laughed. “Hah! Not at all, man. Have at it”.

He leaned forward and engulfed my semi-hard 5″ penis in his mouth. It felt great. He slid off and slid down to the bottom again. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. He pulled off and complemented my cock again. I smiled and reached over to hold and caress his dick. He was easily swallowing my cock but I wanted to hold his penis. This position was kind of awkward so, after a moment or two, I moved him to the middle of the bed on his back. I climbed on his substantial body and positioned my dick over his face. He leaned up and began sucking me again.

I enjoyed his blowjob as I paused on all fours over him. Then I positioned my phone between his legs so I could see myself suck his massive cock. I had to close my eyes and enjoy being sucked for a moment – it felt so good.

I then grabbed his cock and looked directly into my camera. I tilted his cock at it. I shook my head at its perfection and tilted it forward to my mouth. Then I watched myself slowly slide my mouth down the shaft. At this point his cock was fully hard. Nine inches — at least — and thick as a Red Bull. Delicious.

I slid my head up and down and occasionally pulled my head off to look and marvel at what I was sucking. I was like a porn star sucking a huge cock — a BBC, in fact. I decided to throat him.

As I took a few deep breaths, I had to close my eyes — he was sucking me so good… Man! Nice. So very nice. Fuck, it felt so good. I normally didn’t enjoy blowjobs. I was very critical since I love giving them so much. But, man, was he doing something wonderful back there.

I opened my eyes and saw my face. I was in ecstasy. I had a huge cock in my mouth and was getting an excellent blowjob. What more could I ask for? Nothing. This was fucking perfect. One of my ultimate fantasies!

I took another deep breath and slid my head down further than before. I felt a moment of panic — normal when you hit that barrier in the back of your throat when the gag reflex kicks in. I looked at my wide-eyed self and pushed past the block — ignoring it. I briefly retched involuntarily but watched my lips slowly slide down until my I had swallowed it all. I held that position against every reflex and heard him moan “Fuuuck! Man! Did you take it all? Did you fucking takin all of my dick?” I felt his hands reach over and hold my head.

I pulled myself free and looked up at the screen. My eyes were watering and there was a thick ribbon of white spit linking my mouth to his cock head. I smiled because it looked like cum. In due time…

I slid down the slick shaft again, passing the barrier easily this time, and he held me there again. I retched but he held firm. Finally I slid up and looked again at the screen. Fuck, I loved throating this cock. I hoped he’d cum while fucking my throat. But then I couldn’t taste the cum. At that moment I realized that I wanted to taste his cum.

“Don’t stop man. Do that again!” he said as he reached out again to push my head down.

I slid down his slick cock again, this time right to the bottom, and slid back up. I repeated this again. I watched my screen and saw his thick cock disappear into my mouth and then reappear only to be swallowed again. Seeing this whole dick slip out of my mouth — it just kept sliding out. It seemed impossible that I had just swallowed it. My throat was getting used to the invasion and I was no longer gagging. I was so excited to be throating this awesome cock! It was so stimulating. I pulled my head off and just enjoyed how good it felt to suck this cock. It was as good as getting a blowjob.

At that moment I was so into sucking that I’d forgotten that he was sucking me! It felt good sucking him but I was getting Ataşehir Escort closer to cumming from his mouth over my dick and this made it even better!

“Feels so good man. Wow! Yes. Like that. Gonna cum man. Yes…” I looked at my screen. I was holding his massive cock against my face. What a cocksucker. My eyelids were semi closed and I was biting my lower lip. It felt so damn good!

He pushed my head back down and I swallowed his cock again. I let him guide. I let him use my mouth.

I was in heaven. The perfect cock in my throat and a mouth doing fucking amazing things to my dick! I felt it now — the point of no return. I was gonna cum. I wanted to tell him but he was forcing my head down his cock — fucking my mouth. It was almost as if I was sucking my own cock! Except I was sucking a thick, dark, ten-inch monster cock. This made it even more exciting. I felt myself cumming.

The pressure on my head slackened a bit as he realized that I was cumming. I slid my lips off and looked at my screen. His cock was wet and slippery. There was spit and saliva hanging from my mouth and connecting to his dick. My face was slick and sloppy.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck yeah! Fffffuuuuuck yeeeahhhh!” I moaned as I pumped my load into his mouth and throat.

My orgasm was amazing and I wondered if I came a lot. It felt like a lot. It felt like I had multiple spurts of sperm. I didn’t know I just heard sloppy wet sounds that were obviously from him sucking my dick and swallowing my cum.

I panted and tried to catch my breath. I looked at the screen and saw my expression. So that’s what I looked like as I came. I exhaled a laugh. I was in that post orgasm zone. Fuck me!

“Fuck man! That was amazing” I said as I rolled off him.

I sat up and looked at him.

“You cum a lot, dude.” He said.

“Oh. Yeah. I haven’t cum since last week.” I admitted.

He reached down and started jacking his cock. “You done man? Just came…so…I know how it is.”

It took me a second to understand. “No. Oh no. I’ll still suck you.” I said as I reached out to replace his hand with mine. “I’ll definitely suck you! I want to make this fucking cock cum!”

Normally I lose interest after cumming. His cock was so amazing though, I still wanted to suck him. I wanted him to fuck my throat some more.

“Actually…Let’s do this…” I said as I slide backwards and positioned my head off the edge of the bed.

I leaned up to face him. “Come over here and fuck my mouth. I want you to shoot your cum on my face and tongue and then slide back into my mouth so I can suck you as you soften. I love to suck a soft cock!”

“Fuckin sounds hot, man.” He said as he got off the bed to come straddle my head.

I reached over and grabbed my phone. I wanted to film this throat fucking and facial. I was hoping for a big load. I hit the button and placed the phone next to my face.

I looked up to see his massive dong and balls over my face. His cock had lost some stiffness but was still impressive.

“You had me pretty close. I won’t last long.” He said as he put his foreskin covered head in my mouth. “I think I’ve got a good load for you though. You’ll have some good jackoff material!”

Music to my ears! My cock started hardening.

Surprisingly, he started off gently. I thought he’s just slide in and start gagging me. Instead he slipped his cock head in and allowed me to suck on it. I pulled out slightly and I wrapped my tongue around the head and under his foreskin. Then he slid forward and I felt him hit my throat barrier like before. He kept pushing and broke through easily. He held himself there and I felt myself choking.

He withdrew and I caught my breath. He repeated the action. Slow slide in. Hold. Slow slide out. Quick breath. Again. And again.

I reached around and held his thighs. I opened my eyes. His big dangling balls and his ass were right there. I looked out, behind me, and saw that there was a wall mirror. In the mirror I could see his naked ass thrusting and my eyes widening as he thrust again and again. Fuck! That was hot!

I moved my phone so I could capture the mirror shot of me getting throatfucked.

He thrust again and again and again. It was so filling but I was taking it. I’d never seen myself getting throatfucked — it was so arousing!

I moved my phone back in front and hoped that I was filming the action — I could only see his balls and ass.

“Yeeah man. Fuck yeah man. Oooohh fuck yeah” he repeated as he picked up speed. He was truly fucking my throat now.

I was making involuntary gag noises with each thrust.

Argluh, gluh, ack, agluh… timed to mirror his “Yeah, yeah, yeah”

“Oooohhh yeah, fuck yeah! YeaYeahYeahYeahYeahYeah…”

AckGluhGlackGluhGluhArgluh

“Gonna fuckin cum! Gonna fuckin cum!”

AckAckGlucArckAgluh. I recognized a taste of sperm in my mouth — must be precum…

“Fuuuuuuck!”

He pulled out of my throat and I panted to catch my breath. He grabbed his cock and jerked it furiously. I strained to put my mouth over his cockhead and felt a spurt of warmth hit my tongue and cheek.

“Yeeah. Ungh”

I then felt another spurt that shot forcefully and warmly against my chest. Man! He was painting me!

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Hands off the Head

I was at Home Depot when I saw the graffiti in the bathroom. It suggested that a man would blow me for free.

I didn’t care that he was a fag – I just wanted a blowjob. I imagined an effeminate little guy kneeling in front of my glorious cock while I stood there pounding his throat.

I sent an email to him and agreed to meet at his house to get head. No strings, no reciprocation, I just had to not grab his head, which would be a challenge for me because I loved to control the action.

The next day I arrived at his house and knocked on the back door as asked.

I was surprised that he was a normal looking guy – for a dickswinger.

We went to his couch where I removed my pants and shorts indifferently then sat down awaiting my pleasure.

He took off his own pants, crouching between my legs, wherein he started sucking with no fanfare, but more skill than anyone had demonstrated before.

My only complaint was that instead of handling my balls, he was jerking on, what was no doubt, the kind of diminutive penis that makes a dude turn to cocksucking.

A few minutes into it, I put my hands on his head, pushing my wonderful cock a little deeper into his pitiful mouth.

He pulled off, scolding me, “Hey, I said hands off.”

I promised not to do it again. But five minutes later I couldn’t help myself. I grabbed his neck, thrusting my cock all the way down.

Joe, that’s what he said his name was anyway, sat back on his ankles coughing and warning me he would stop if I kept it up, then he added, “You need to sit on your hands.” So I did.

But I was helpless to stop myself. Only a few minutes later and I was yanking his head up and down on my cock. I heard him choking and spluttering but I just didn’t care if a cocksucker liked it or not.

Joe jumped up, making me fear he was going to stop. He came back with a short segment of rope. “Give me your hands or it’s over.”

I was too far gone not to get a BJ at this point, so I agreed to have my hands tied behind my back.

Getting back to business he resumed sucking my desperate cock.

He was fantastic and I was sure I would be back for regular draining.

It was feeling particularly good, especially when he licked my balls. Then I had the urge to wrap my legs around his back, gaining leverage to fuck his face. His weak body felt less muscular than mine, wrapped up in my legs like it was.

Swearing, Joe grabbed my belt and lashed it around my ankles in a flash. It didn’t seem too tight and I figured I could wriggle free if needed.

My blowjob started up again with a predictable rhythm. I lifted my hips and he pushed his lips down my shaft in perfect harmony.

I was getting closer and closer to my impending orgasm when he pulled off for a second saying, “I don’t know you well, so don’t cum in my mouth. I love a good load, just not yet.”

I was mad: a blowjob without swallowing was hardly a worthy blowjob.

I had been so looking forward to rewarding him with a mouthful of thick creamy spoo. It was a shame not to give him my manly seed, it’s what he really wanted.

Just when he plunged down, and timing it perfectly, I thrust upward as hard as I could, driving my thick cock all the way down to the balls.

I had planned to cum with his lips pressed to my belly but I couldn’t stop him from escaping.

My dick jerked and throbbed in aborted orgasmic twitches. I failed to cum, with only a miniscule pearly drop of spooge leaking out.

I yelled out, “Don’t stop. I’m coming.” Then followed that immediately by, “Shit! You made me lose it.”

From his inferior position down on the floor Joe glared at me, “I warned you! I think it’s time for you to go.”

Helpless I begged, “Please no. I thought you queers liked it. Just keep sucking.” Then, looking down at him I threatened, “Suck my cum or I’ll never come back to feed you again.”

He had the nerve to laugh in my face, “You think I live to suck cock? There’s a lot more to a guy than being gay- which I just don’t happen to be. I’m every bit as straight as you, it’s just, well, I have a hobby.”

I laughed back, “You fuckin’ faggot. You think cocksucking’s a hobby? It’s not a hobby, it’s a disgusting perversion. I don’t even let my wife degrade herself by letting my dick get near her angelic lips.”

Then to add punch to my words I added, “Now get back to it and finish what you started, you quitter.”

Calmly he sauntered over to another chair and sat down appraising me seething, “So you think you want a blowjob?”

He was starting to see reason, so I smiled smugly.

He began again, “You seem to like it deep and rough, and consent doesn’t seem to be too important to you.”

He lit a cigarette, “Do you like face-fucking?” I’d never seen a guy smoke a cigarette naked before and Bayan Eskort it must’ve been a fetish for him because his dick started getting hard as we talked about facefucking. In its half hard state I could see that it was more normal sized than I’d given him credit for.

“Oh yea,” I answered. “Face-fucking is the best.”

“He teased me playfully, “And would you still like a face-fucking if it were hands free?”

“Oh yea. A hands free face-fuck would be fantastic.”

His mood changed to demanding. “Well, we’ve got a problem with your hands and your aggression. How are we gonna keep you from trying to dominate the situation?”

I shrugged, “I promise I’ll stop being so dominant. Get back to it and I’ll stay still.”

Joe took out his phone and turned on the camera to video our conversation. “Repeat after me, ‘I want a hands free face-fucking and I promise to be submissive. I’ll stay completely still and let you do it how you want.'”

I might’ve missed a word or two but I repeated the promise not to be aggressive, close enough for government work.

Joe leaned his phone up against a lamp, still recording. “Hey,” I objected, You’re not gonna record this, are you?”

Standing next to me he fondled my cock, “Yes I am. That’ll keep you in line.”

My cock regained its full impressive hardness and I really did want a nice slobbery throat-job.

However, what happened next made me rethink my whole outlook on blowjobs and gayness in general.

Joe climbed up on the couch where I was sitting so that he was standing in front of me, his feet straddling my thighs. His own quads were more developed than I’d noticed before.

This put his cock right in front of my face – and boy did it look a lot bigger now. I’ve always thought of mine as impressive, but I think his might’ve been both longer and thicker.

With his left hand leaning on the wall he grabbed his package with his right, holding it out prominently, “I’m gonna put my penis in your mouth now, and you’re gonna cooperate.”

“No fuckin’ way I’m doing that!” I exclaimed in the strongest voice I could manage considering how helpless I felt.

“I think you are.” He shot back, “You see, you sent me an email from your company account and if I choose to I can contact your boss.”

I looked at him like he was a monster. To damage a guy’s career like that…”

But it got worse, “And your wallet has also fallen out of your pants. I’m sure your address is in there…and I know you’re married.”

The implications terrified me. My heart sunk, so I did the only thing I could: I begged.

“Please don’t do this. I didn’t mean any of those things. It was just talk. I’m sorry.” His cock filled out, growing to an angry red thickness.

I saw no hint he would relent. I tested the bindings but they held strong.

Then, begging more, “We can just go back to the original plan. Or I’ll just leave.” He tapped the firm cockhead roughly on my lips a number of times.

Expecting a sudden violation I whimpered, “Please be gentle.” Joe rubbed his big leaky dick all over my face leaving unsavory skid marks.

I changed my tune, holding on to any hope, “You know, standard blowjobs are better than face-fucks. How ’bout I just give you a normal blowjob?” He placed the tip of his spear right at the entrance to my lips and waited.

If I begged any more my mouth would open and some of his dickhead would fall in. Breathing heavily through my nose, I had no choice but to suck in the musty odors of the larger man’s groin.

He scowled down at me from his height, “If it’s to be a regular blowjob then you’ll do it willingly. If you don’t start soon, then I’ll know that you want a face-fuck.

I looked at his dickshaft aimed at me, fearing it ramming down my throat. Then I thought back on times I’d fucked a face: I thought about the gurgling and coughing, the crying eyes, and the pleas to stop. I didn’t want to be the one on the other end of a threatening shaft for a change.

I opened my lips to reluctantly allow a more normal blowjob to begin.

The tip of Joe’s penis fell inside like I’d predicted. There was a gross wetness there as well as a cheesy taste. Slowly the realization that I was tasting the combined flavor of foreskin and precum dawned on me. I hated it.

Joe simply said, “Willingly.”

I felt it jerk once on my tongue, it also made contact with the sides of my cheeks. My lips contorted as my mind wrestled with the idea of willingly sucking on a nasty cock.

My lip’s contortions only made it rub disgustingly against the places where it was touching me.

Above me Joe repeated, “Willingly.” Then added, “Say this: ‘I want to suck your cock’.”

I glanced up. The expression on his face told me he was enjoying my plight. “I tried saying it, “I… want to…” His Anadolu Yakası Escort dickhead was still between my unwilling lips so what I got out was garbled and unintelligible.

Joe pulled out, “Say it again, for the camera.”

Relieved to be free of the repulsive intrusion, I tried again, “I want to…”. Then I froze, almost crying.

“Say it. Say it clearly. I can always edit the video.” He slapped me with his cock and it actually hurt. “And you can say it as many times as it takes to get it right.” He cock slapped me painfully again.

This next time I got it right, sobbing, but loud and clear, “I want to suck your cock.”

He was a demanding task master, “You’re doing better. But I don’t like it. Make me believe you. And add a ‘Sir’.”

I did better, “I want to suck your cock, Sir.”

Joe laid his cockhead between my quavering lips again, “Suck.”

I twisted my lips around, both trying to grasp his cock with my lips and to avoid touching it at all. I pressed my bottom lip to his frenulum but was afraid to bring down my upper lip. Then I brought my upper lip down but was too grossed out to simultaneously use my lower lip.

Joe growled, “You’re not doing a good job at all.”

Finally I forced myself to close my lips completely around his cock. I couldn’t believe a whole cockhead was in my mouth – probably dripping spermy swimmers. I imagined tiny sperms traveling to all corners of my body, polluting my being.

Joe said, “Good. Now piston your head.”

It was awkward. His cock didn’t always go in in a straight line, sometimes going sideways into my cheek

In response he started guiding my head.

He started going faster and faster. Deeper and deeper, until he rammed his way into my throat. Breathing became hard and I had to struggle to breath through my built up phlegmy sputum, all the while making a most uncomfortable gurgling.

The way he was holding my head, it was laying back on the top of the sofa cushion, tilted upwards.

Trapped between the cushion and his cock, I could only look up into his eyes: pleading with him to stop. My vision was clouded by my watery eyes, which must’ve looked like a tear streaked mess.

With his forehead leaning on the wall way above me, he suddenly grinned widely. “Hey! Guess what? I’m fucking your face and your hands are still tied behind your back. This is the hands-free facefuck you asked for!”

Unexpectedly he stopped thrusting while buried down my throat

With my face turning red, he asked, “Are you liking this?” I shook my head adamantly.

“So you don’t want to keep going? I suppose you don’t live to suck cock. I suppose you don’t want to do this again tomorrow?” Wide eyed I shook my head again.

“Well, I’ll tell you what, if your cock is soft, I’ll stop. But if it’s hard I’m gonna fuck you silly, then invite you over to do it again tomorrow.”

“So what do you think? Is your cock hard?” I shook my head violently.

“Then your cock must be soft.” I nodded vigorously.

I actually hadn’t been thinking about my cock at all. Obviously it would be soft given how awful this was. I wished as hard as I could that it was soft.

“Oh, you can’t see it?” He knew I couldn’t see it but was taunting me.

“I’ll help you.”

He reached back with his foot, pinching my cock between two toes.

To my horror I felt his toes squeeze my turgid member, proving the worst.

He was going to keep forcibly fucking me. But I would not return tomorrow. I was a thousand percent certain until he reminded me that he had my email and address. I was a prisoner to his desires.

Joe said, “You’re not looking so good. Kinda blue. Oh, that’s right you haven’t been breathing for a while.” When he pulled out, my chest heaved and I gasped desperately for air.

“Is that better?” he asked. It was nice to breath so I smiled weakly.

“You know, I promised to fuck you silly. But I don’t really like face-fucking as much as I like a more tender BJ. There’s nothing more beautiful than a wife who does it from a place of love. Would you like to do it willingly? Will you do it like a doting wife?”

I didn’t even remember the staged speech he had me give for the camera earlier. Nevertheless, I jumped at the chance, begging to escape the facefucking. Not only did I say it, but I said it sincerely, “That would be great! Would it be alright if I give you a beautiful blowjob? I’ll make it tender if you let me. I’d love it if you’d let me do it that way.”

Joe helped me get down onto the floor kneeling between his legs. I was still tied but I was glad not to be trapped and force fed.

I leaned forward sucking his towering cock into my mouth quite willingly. I licked and slurped. I sucked hard and I sucked tenderly. I kissed his big pole all over to show my appreciation Pendik Escort at being allowed to give a regular blowjob. I even nibbled on his balls – that was how glad I was not to be face fucked.

I felt his toes squeeze my hard cock again, proving yet again that on some level I liked this.

Joe spoke sweetly, “I could untie your right arm…”

I stopped sucking, his majestic pole protruding obscenely from my lips. I looked in his eyes, questioning why he would make that offer.

He made it again, “If you like, I can untie one arm so you can jerk off while sucking my dick. We might even time it so we cum together. Would you like that?”

I still had the unbearable need to cum. “Yes.” I answered. “I’d really like to beat my meat while sucking you.”

He didn’t fully trust me. First he secured my left arm to my waist. Then he untied the rope that bound my right to the left.

With my right free, when my lips touched his gorgeous cock again, I was already stroking my subordinate cock.

However, as I sucked, I had the urge to touch it. Taking my hand away from my dick I wrapped my fingers around the thick shaft, enjoying the feel of manly cock skin.

I jerked it while sucking, even pulling drops of cum up through his tube into my mouth. When I impaled myself as far down his rod as I could I massaged his balls.

Joes hands had been laying relaxed at his sides, then gently he touched my face, lifting my chin so I looked into his now kind eyes, “Do you want to change places?”

It didn’t seem right. I’d come this far. He was so close to the big O. I was close to cumming too, if we changed places I might lose my orgasm again.

I shook my head calmly then applied all my efforts into getting him off.

Joe began a slow movement, making love to my mouth. His enthralled groans were like compliments. I’d been at it for a while, but I was no quitter. I wasn’t going to stop till I’d cum.

With a final grunt his hands stroked my shoulders softly and Joe said, “I’m coming if you need to pull off.”

Call it Stockholm Syndrome, but there was no way I was not going to receive the fruits of my labor. His cum flooded me. I was torn between jerking his cock or mine and in the end I pulled on his, milking it for all I was worth.

Eventually we stopped. Sitting on my heels I admired his spent dick. I looked at my own, throbbing between my legs, “If you’re still game I really truly promise not to grab your head.”

“Nah,” Joe said content, “I never feel like it after I’ve come. But you’re welcome to come by tomorrow.” The invitation was so jovial. It sounded like one buddy offering to hang out rather than like an offer of a blowjob.

I asked Joe if I could at least jerk off while looking at his cumpuddle. But I was denied.

When I got home I jerked off before my wife got home, then later fulfilled my husbandly duties as well. All the while my thoughts were on his gorgeous cock making love to me.

That night as I slept my horniness dissipated.

The next morning I got an email suggesting that I arrive about three-thirty. But I no longer remembered the experience so fondly. Now my thoughts went to the coughing and choking when he fucked my throat. I ruminated on the odors and helpless feeling. He was a fag and he made me go a little way down that path.

I sent a reply, “You’re a filthy cocksucking pervert and I never want to see you again.”

Maybe an hour later he sent a video showing me begging to suck his cock. The way it was edited it looked like I craved a facefuck, worse I was saying I wanted a hands free face fuck. The audio was overlayed upon pictures of me with his cock jammed down my throat. You couldn’t see my tear streaked face, though you could clearly see my excited erection.

A while later I received yet another email. “My Farling, ever since we were joined in marriage I’ve taken seriously my role as a husband. Datenight is too important to miss and is set for our regular three-thirty time slot. Please don’t be late. If your employer is making you work late I can send Mr. Hancock a plea to let you come to me, your new husband. It’s your choice to be my devoted spouse, in which case I would enjoy going down on you. Or, since I own you, we can complete our matrimonial obligations like we did before. Yours Truly, Joe.

A chill ran through me. Getting a blowjob from a random stranger was one thing. Being described as a wife was quite another.

I began writing an email in reply.

Part 2 is planned.

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Everyone in the following story is 18 years of age or older.

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Friday night came around, as it did every week. As usual for Adam, he and the boys were going out to get shitfaced and, hopefully, get lucky. Adam was especially aching for some action. It was three weeks ago that he had a cute girl give him a mediocre, yet satisfying blowjob. He didn’t even remember how he managed to pull that off, but getting pleased by another warm, wet mouth was on his mind.

And so, he put on the usual attire, the clothes that were considered trendy by the crowd, but served only to make him blend in, like a zebra desperately sticking with its herd to avoid catching the eye of the hungry lion. Adam watched a lot of nature shows. He thought it made up for all the brainless jerking he did to tame his lust and lack of action. Somehow, he didn’t feel as bad jerking off to his most depraved fantasies if he watched some documentaries detailing the life of elephants in sub-Saharan Africa.

A 3-minute bike ride landed him at Matt’s house, where they all met to pregame before going out. They always took a taxi to get there. There was no way they would let one of the boys sit there sober while everyone else drank until they couldn’t tell a woman from a man.

Adam got there first and was almost done his first beer when a knock at the door announced Tom and Connor’s arrival. All that was left was Jack who texted the gang to warn that he would meet them there instead. When all of them had a few beers in them, they called the cab and went off downtown.

The city was nothing crazy, so the bar scene was alright, nothing special. It was still crowded enough to have your fill of eye candy though. While there was an abundance of attractive ladies to be seen in the daytime, the dress code wasn’t exactly the same as out here. Curves were on full display here. This is what kept Adam coming every week, despite him not being the biggest party type.

A pitcher at one bar, some shots at another, the night was taking its regular course. Adam was sitting at the counter of a medium size joint, gazing over at a group of girls that looked absolutely on point. They were definitely getting his mind going and his blood flowing. As he started going off into deeper thoughts of lust, the guy that had been slowly sipping his beer next to him tapped him on the shoulder and said unashamedly:

“Man, I’d give anything to get a taste of that.”

Adam looked over at him and stumbled, surprised: “What?”

“It’s a shame we only get to look. There’s so much more I’d want to do.”

Looking over at him, Adam saw where he was looking and caught on to what he was saying.

“Yeah, I wish it wouldn’t be so hard,” Adam replied.

“I know, sometimes I can’t be bothered to chase after them. I just want some easy fun.”

“If only.”

They paused for a moment and took a sip of their drinks.

“Name’s Craig, by the way.”

“Adam.”

“You know, there are some ways to get off without all the trouble of working for it.”

“Yeah, like a hooker,” Adam scoffed.

“Oh, if I had the money to throw away, I’d be all into that. There’s a quicker way though, bro. More importantly, it’s free.”

“Why does it sound like you’re trying to sell me something?”

“I Kartal Escort swear I’m not.”

“Well, what is it then?”

Adam figured there was no harm in humoring the man. More than that though, he got a bit excited at the slight chance that there may be something worthwhile in what he had to say.

Craig went on:

“Look, I don’t even bother approaching girls out here anymore. I just have some drinks, enjoy the view for a bit.”

He paused.

“And?” Adam pressed.

“And I go to the gloryhole to end the night.”

“What do you mean?” Adam asked.

“Come on, you know what a gloryhole is?”

“Well, yeah.”

“Well, there’s one nearby. There’s always some action to be had there.”

“You’re kidding.” Adam said dismissively, trying to not give off much of a reaction. He didn’t know if this guy was just playing with him. You never know, after all; there are some jokesters out there.

“I’m gonna have another beer and head over there, probably in 10 minutes or so. You can come back and find me here. I’d be happy to show you around the place.”

“Alright man, I’ll think about it,” Adam said chuckling. “I’m gonna go check on my buddies.”

As he got up to leave the bar, Adam saw once again the perfect bodies of the ladies beckoning his reproductive instincts. If only he could get up close for a whiff of their aroma. Adam’s lust was strong and in full force. He was pretty much sold on what Craig had told him. Vague thoughts of getting jumped by the guy and his friends or something were quelled by his growing desire. Might as well, he thought.

He found Connor and Tom, quite drunk, who told him that Matt had gone home with a girl. Damn, that made Adam jealous. He was definitely going to that gloryhole now. No way was he going to have a dry night while Matt was getting it deep in some chick.

He circled back to the bar, where he had left his new acquaintance and found him, still at the counter, a few sips left in his beer.

“I’m done here. What about you?” Adam asked as he stood next to him.

Craig looked over at him. A wide grin appeared on his face.

“Let’s go,” he said.

He got up, paid his tab, and they headed out.

“You’ll be thanking me at the end of the night.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, trust me,” he said.

They left the area with all the bars, through a parking lot and down the adjoining street.

“So, the girls there know what they’re doing?” Adam asked.

“You’ll be lucky to get a girl on the other side, but, no doubt, a guy will take great care of you.”

“Oh, umm, I didn’t realize it would be like that,” Adam hesitated and almost came to a stop.

“I get it; you’re straight?”

“Yeah,” Adam answered, still some hesitation in his voice.

“Yeah, I am too. That’s why there’s a wall though,” Craig said, laughing. “They suck. The rest is left to our imagination.”

“Fair enough, I guess.”

Adam’s pent up lust dampened his resolve to walk the straight line. He figured, with a wall in between, it would be easy enough to ignore the fact of the action; that he would be getting sucked by a man.

They continued walking for a few minutes before Adam’s new friend announced that they were arriving at destination. A group of five men were standing in a circle on the sidewalk. Three of them were smoking. It looked like they were having a serious Tuzla Escort conversation.

Craig turned down the lane of a small and decrepit looking house. Adam followed. The window on the side of the house had no blinds but the inside was dark. He said it was abandoned.

The end of the laneway opened onto a fairly large backyard for the size of the house. An asphalt patio covered the center part. Weeds had grown through the cracks in the pavement.

Directly at the back of the yard stood a shed like structure. Perhaps more a shack, it was all wood. It was built up against the fence, covered by a roof with an incline falling inward toward the backyard of the lot. The roof was held up by 3 pillars and the side walls, which all stood about 5 feet apart, making the whole building quite long. Inside the shack, doors to what resembled bathroom stalls filled its entire length.

Standing next to Adam, Craig uttered a phrase that stuck with him for a while after that:

“On the other side of that wall is our little slice of heaven.”

This brought Adam to a new level of desire. He was eager to have his slice.

“Let’s do this then,” he said.

“Hell yeah.” was the response from his compatriot.

They walked together, into the shack. Adam entered the far-left compartment, as the other went into the adjacent one. Adam’s heart rate had accelerated as the nerves were kicking in. His unabated lust held him strongly in place, however.

He stood in the small dark room. The light given off by the moon and the neighbouring house lamps was just enough for him to make out the contours of the room. A chair was placed up against the right wall. It left just enough space to get around to the back wall. Indeed, the entire room was but two or three steps in each direction.

The walls reached up to about 7 feet and left one foot at the base so that you could reach under into the next stall.

Some chattering on the other side of the wall brought Adam back from his examination of the room. He was reminded why he was here and looked down to find a hole. Despite the dim light, he quickly made out the hole he was looking for.

He heard a door on the other side swing open and some steps announcing someone’s entrance to the opposing side. A moment’s hesitation came upon him, as he thought of backing out. He wasn’t committed to anything yet after all. Nothing had happened. He could just leave.

Then he heard a drawn-out moan of satisfaction from the next stall. It seemed that Craig had gone in without hesitation. His cock twitched. His hands reached down, almost by instinct, as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants in a hurry. He didn’t want the guy on the other side to leave, thinking he was not going see anything come out of the hole.

Adam dropped his pants to his ankles and shuffled forward. After tugging on his cock a few times, he stood up against the wall and lined himself up with the hole. In this instant, his heart was racing, as a mix of lust and doubt washed over him.

The tingling sensation of foreign fingers touching his cock immediately quashed his doubt. After a few gentle rubs, something wet, what he could only assume was a tongue, slid all the way up his cock. Adam bit his lip in anticipation.

The mouth retreated and wrapped its lips around his head, applying pressure to push back his foreskin. Anadolu Yakası Escort The warm wetness engulfed his now exposed head and sent a shiver down his spine.

“Yesss,” Adam let out uncontrollably.

The concealed cocksucker started bobbing his head back and forth. Adam’s body responded by sending blood flow to his member, allowing it to grow in size and stiffness. The eagerness of the cocksucker was heightened by this reaction and his sucking became all the tighter and more vigorous.

Adam’s cock had grown to full length and was rock hard over the unbelievable pleasure this man was giving him. Fully abandoning himself to the sensations, he started thrusting into the hole, trying to get deeper into the mouth, his body slamming against the wall.

He heard a light sound of sloshing as the man’s slobber coated his cock. The mouth came off for an instant, only to be immediately replaced by a hand that gripped him tightly and stroked his head. The man lifted Adam’s cock and, as his fingers wrapped around the shaft, pressed his thumb against the frenulum. Adam twitched. He jerked the now throbbing cock all while applying pressure in circular motions on the area of ultimate pleasure.

Adam moaned out repeatedly, feeling the pure ecstasy from his cock all throughout his body. This stimulation made him ache for violent thrusts. The cocksucker knew this urge would be coming and offered his mouth once more. His lips wrapped perfectly around the head and Adam drove in and out of his mouth, reveling in the sensation. He was completely lost in his lust.

His cock hardened even more and the cocksucker, knowing what was coming, served Adam with long, deep strokes, keeping his lips tight around the shaft and his tongue pressed up against the underside of the cock so as to tease the frenulum with each passing.

Adam was pulling out as the mouth retreated and thrusting back in when it advanced again. Soon, his toes dug into the soles of his shoes as his balls clenched. He felt himself start pouring out into the greedy mouth, as his cock pulsed hard, desperately releasing all the overflow of lust. He moaned out; a deep, hoarse moan of depraved gratification.

The cocksucker lunged forward in one confident motion, taking all of Adam’s cock and allowing him privileged access to his throat. He pressed his lips around the base of Adam’s shaft, which was up against the opening. Adam was in heaven.

As Adam softened, he flexed his pelvis muscles to expulse whatever cum was left from his balls. After doing so, he stepped back and stumbled, still with his pants around his ankles, and let himself fall into the chair behind him.

Catching his breath, what had just happened hit him like a train. He abruptly turned over to hear if the guy that brought him here was still in there. He had forgotten his name. He bent down to look under the adjoining wall and saw the outline of feet. Standing up quickly, he grabbed his pants and buckled his belt. He saw fingers through the hole. They were holding a piece of small piece of paper. He grabbed it and shoved it in his pocket.

He hit the door open and left in a hurry. He looked back to make sure the guy from the bar was not leaving too. Walking at a rapid pace, he turned out of the laneway onto the street. The group from earlier was still there.

“Had fun?” one man called out. The rest of the men laughed. Adam glanced up at them and kept on walking, not answering the question.

Remembering what he had received, Adam reached into his pocket and pulled out the shriveled piece of paper. After unfolding it, he looked at it under the light of a lamp post. There was only a phone number.

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Chapter Eighteen — Good Advice

Jonathan lingered by the side of the bed, taking in Maddox’s body as he lay on his belly, his arms tucked under the pillow. He had placed a blanket over him so he could no longer admire that gorgeous body, but maybe it was for the best since the time for living fantasies was over, and he needed to get back to reality with all that entailed.

Maddox was even prettier when asleep. His lips curled into a small smile as he appeared to have the most pleasant of dreams. As much as his heart ached, Jonathan risked a touch to Maddox’s cheek and drew an invisible line along his jaw. He stopped when he reached his chin and brushed his fingers slowly against the full lips.

Well, they had done it, so there was no point in overstaying his welcome. He had taken a very short shower, all the while taking care to not wake Maddox up. For starters, he didn’t think his ass could handle a third round, and secondly, he didn’t have it in him to spend any more time in Maddox’s company.

It had been the best time of his life, but going further with this was a mistake. How foolish of him to think that he could separate matters of the body from those of the heart. It was easy to fall in love with a boy like that, and Jonathan had promised himself not to get another serious case of history repeating. So what was he doing right now? If anything, he appeared to have miraculously forgotten the harsh lessons life had served him.

Maddox wasn’t Drew, but little could be done to change the fact that he was a straight guy. At some point, he would move on. And Jonathan wasn’t sure he could do that; no, that weak part of him would want more. So, it was for the better to cut and run while the damage was not too extensive, and he could still deal with it.

He would sneak out and head over to his dorm while Ray was still out partying for the rest of the night. Then, he would attempt to wash away some of the memories that had been made tonight while taking a longer shower and thinking over his transgressions that only seemed to complicate his life.

He snuck out, making sure to open and close the door without making too much noise. Why was his heart in his throat, though? What he was doing right now felt final, in a way. Definitely, tomorrow, Maddox would have cooled down considerably and they would become, not friends surely, but mere acquaintances. And Jonathan would be fine with it because that was the correct thing to do.

He moved stealthily as he went down the stairs and grabbed his shoulder bag. One last breath and he would be out.

Lost in thought and looking down, he was surprised to crash into someone as he turned toward the door.

“Rusty,” he said, struggling to keep his voice down, when he noticed who it was. “Hi.”

Maddox’s friend was right there, which seemed a bit strange, seeing how he was the soul of the party everywhere he went. Around the campus, shindigs must be still raging on, so what was Rusty doing there? Anyway, it wasn’t his business what Rusty did.

Maddox’s roommate was dressed in a sleeveless shirt that showed off his strong arms and baggy pants that somehow complemented his looks. Compared to Maddox, he was taller and slimmer, and Jonathan had to crane his neck a little to look him in the eye. By the haziness he saw there, he could tell Rusty must have been drinking, and quite a lot.

“Yo, Hamilton,” Rusty said lazily, giving him a slow once-over.

“I’m off,” he said, not wanting to make small talk, especially given the awkwardness of the situation. Could it be that he still smelled of sex, even after that short shower? He was almost sure Rusty was sniffing him, leaning in dangerously close.

“Did you and Maddox fuck?” Rusty asked promptly.

Jonathan tried to get past Rusty, but the guy moved swiftly despite his state of inebriation and blocked his path. “None of your business,” he said coolly.

“You look fucked,” Rusty drawled with a sly smile.

There was something heated and loaded in that voice, and Jonathan was acutely aware of it. “Well, so do you,” he replied in kind as he took in Rusty’s messy hair and what looked like traces of lipstick on his neck and right cheek.

Rusty smirked. “Yeah. By the way, I ate all that steak with the sweet sauce I found. Good shit. Where did you order it from?”

Jonathan had to fight hard against the impulse to push Rusty away and run out the door. “I made it,” he said curtly.

Rusty’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “For real?”

“Yes,” Jonathan replied, thumbing the strap of his shoulder bag and adjusting it although there was no need to.

“And I drank that bottle of wine, too,” Rusty confessed.

“Well, good for you. At least it didn’t go to waste,” Jonathan offered.

What on earth could Rusty possibly want? The guy was making him nervous. It had been so easy that time at the tree for him to overpower Jonathan and tie his hands. He was definitely scary.

“Home cooked food, expensive wine, and anal. Fancy as fuck,” İstanbul Escort Rusty concluded.

Jonathan sidestepped and pushed Rusty out of the way, not forcefully, but firmly enough to manage to move past him.

“Good night, Rusty,” he said in a controlled voice. His hand was on the door handle when he felt something brushing against his ass. He turned on his heel fast only to see Rusty still there, grinning at him.

Jonathan frowned and pushed himself into the other’s face. “Look here, dog brain,” he said through his teeth and pressed his index finger against Rusty’s chest, “I’m not one of Maddox’s hookups for you to treat me like this.”

Rusty snorted, apparently unfazed by his anger. “You’re not? Does he know?”

Jonathan suppressed the fury boiling inside him. He would not get into a fight over something like this. And Rusty’s words annoyed him to no end. So he chose to turn away and get out, as fast as he could manage.

“Nighty-night, Hamilton,” Rusty called after him. “Don’t let the bedbugs bite that tappable behind.”

Jonathan pressed one hand to his forehead hard, grabbing his temples, and pulled the door closed after him. For these straight boys, he was nothing but a fucking joke.

***

Fortunately for him, Ray had left him alone to oversleep and probably he was doing the same thing after partying all night with his girlfriend. Jonathan had heard him coming in last night but hadn’t gone to talk to him since he wasn’t sure he was in any mood to share his experience. Ray would love to hear it all, but what was there to say?

About ten o’clock, his phone began to chirp with incoming messages. He checked only so that he could make sure that he was right about the sender. Maddox probably wondered why he had snuck out last night, but he didn’t have it in him just yet to tell him that they should slow down or stop entirely.

That was assuming Maddox wanted a repeat performance, which he wasn’t even sure about. Could Maddox want such a thing? He was notorious for hooking up with girls and forgetting them the next day. But Jonathan wasn’t a girl, so probably the same rules didn’t apply to him.

Wishful thinking. And Rusty’s words kept swirling in his brain. What could he mean by them? Was Maddox thinking of him as more than just a hookup and had said something to that effect to his friend? Maybe Rusty just wanted to provoke him, for some reason. If he started nurturing any feelings toward Maddox, it would be terribly bad.

Also, he wasn’t ready for another hookup, which was more likely what Maddox truly wanted. Had last night been a mistake? Was he turning himself — through no other’s fault than his own — into a toy for a straight boy? That was how bad things began. And no matter what Rusty was running his mouth about, he wouldn’t do such a thing to Maddox, start rumors that they were dating or something incredible like that.

They weren’t dating. Jonathan groaned and covered his eyes. Sooner or later, he would have to get out of bed and face the day. Ray would probably pester him with questions, so he needed to rehearse what he would say so that his roommate didn’t smell anything fishy. Surely, his bestie thought that there was some big thing happening between them, which wasn’t true.

It had been nothing but hooking up, he repeated the words in his head over and over again. And no matter how amazing it had been, the light of day was bound to make things appear differently.

The most unnerving thing was that Maddox was firing message after message at regular intervals. Jonathan turned on one side and stared bleakly at the wall. Could it be that Maddox had talked about him with his friends in some way that made Rusty feel entitled to do such a stupid thing as touch him in that uncouth manner? The thought was chilling, but he couldn’t see Maddox doing something like that.

Or maybe, just maybe, Jonathan didn’t want to think of him like that, like the kind of boy who would run his mouth about his conquests in the most disparaging manner. As much as he tried to imagine Maddox making fun of how they kissed or did other things, the picture of that actually happening refused to conjure itself in his mind.

Rusty was quite the character. Jonathan could see him acting on his own impulses. That, of course, begged the question — why had Rusty touched him? Had it been a joke, one that only some bawdy character like that would consider funny?

He left his phone on the bed and traipsed toward the bathroom to brush his teeth and throw some cold water on his face, all the while seriously hoping that Ray was already out with Hannah for brunch or something and wouldn’t bug him with questions about his night.

***

Maddox frowned as he checked his phone for the umpteenth time. There was no sign that Jonathan had opened even one of his messages. Maybe he had gone a bit overboard, and at least half of what he had said there he wanted to take back, but all that silence on the other end was driving Escort Bayan him up the wall.

Last night had been the most amazing time ever, but he hadn’t been able to shake off the feeling of disappointment at discovering that, at some point, Jonathan had just upped and left without saying goodbye. In all truth, he had slept like a log after fucking Jonathan’s incredible ass twice, so maybe the guy had just gotten bored.

Next time, he’d keep his eyes open or hold Jonathan trapped under him to make sure the same thing didn’t happen twice.

Kane and Dex were still sleeping off their hangovers, but Rusty, much to his surprise, was awake. Maddox waved at him and turned his attention to his phone, trying to will it into revealing a sign of life from Jonathan.

Rusty plopped himself down on the sofa by his side, and Maddox just grumbled. He was in no mood to make conversation, not when he wanted nothing else but for Jonathan to pick up the phone already. He couldn’t be sleeping so long, could he? Maddox hadn’t wrecked him completely, hopefully.

“I ate that thing,” Rusty said suddenly.

“Hmm?” Maddox frowned, hoping that his monosyllabic replies would convince his buddy to shut it.

“The thing your boyfriend cooked for you,” Rusty insisted. “It was fucking great. I had no idea some dudes could cook like that, unless they’re chefs or some shit.”

Maddox waved him off impatiently. “Whatever.” He had been slightly surprised to see that all the food was gone when he had woken up, but he had paid it little mind.

“And I drank all that wine. It was something expensive, right?”

Maddox sighed and finally looked at Rusty. The guy looked a bit worse for wear. “You look like warmed over shit,” he said. “Stop drinking everything you can get your hands on. Didn’t you drink enough last night?”

“Yeah, but it was right there,” Rusty pointed vaguely, “and it tasted good.”

Maddox shrugged and turned his entire attention back to his phone. Rusty remained silent, much to his relief.

“And I touched your boyfriend’s ass.”

“Hmm,” Maddox replied as he flicked through his phone and then he froze. “What?! Say that again.” He turned brusquely toward Rusty and blinked hard. Was this silly kinkster trying to pull a prank on him only to see if he was paying attention?

Rusty crossed his hands over his knees and looked him straight in the eye. “I touched,” he said slowly, “your boyfriend’s ass.”

Maddox blinked faster as something dark lowered over his eyes. No wonder Jonathan didn’t respond to his texts. He ground his teeth hard and punched Rusty in the face.

***

“What the hell is going on here?” Kane and Dex rushed to break them apart.

Maddox was breathing hard and struggled against Kane’s hold. Dex, who was stronger, had his hands full dealing with Rusty who now had a bit of blood under his nose and was sniffling.

“This asshole,” he yelled, “wants a fucking beating! Let me give it to him!”

Dex and Kane were staring at him in disbelief. “What the hell got into you?” Kane asked. “Why would you hit Rusty? Are you picking up this violent shit from your boyfriend?”

Maddox fought against the tide of red he still saw in front of his eyes. “He grabbed Jonathan’s ass!” He pointed at Rusty while Kane, who was bigger and stronger than him, put all his strength into keeping him in place.

“How do you know that? Did he do it in front of you?” Kane asked.

“No, but he told me!” Maddox growled. “Let me just punch that ugly mug! Because of him, Jonathan is ignoring me now!”

“What the fuck, Rusty?” Kane turned toward the culprit.

Rusty was fighting Dex, too, and Maddox really wished these two wouldn’t butt in when they needed to settle this thing and fast.

“Yeah, what the fuck, Rusty?” Dex asked the same thing.

Rusty pushed Dex away. “Screw you all! That guy’s not that big a deal!”

Dex made another move to grab him, but Rusty was quick and rushed up the stairs, thumping with each step, and leaving them all bewildered and staring after him like they were seeing him for the first time in their lives.

Even Maddox was speechless. Kane’s hold had taken the edge out of his anger, but he was still breathing hard. The right side of his face pulsed, which meant that Rusty must have landed at least one hit. Kane grabbed his chin and stared at him. “Let’s get that dealt with.” Maddox didn’t protest as Kane dragged him toward the kitchen.

Dex threw him a sharp look and then walked past them.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“Out,” Dex offered.

“Where is Dex going?” Maddox asked, not liking the short exchange between Dex and Kane at all.

“Out,” Kane said in a deadpan voice.

“Like hell,” Maddox tried to struggle again. “He’s doing some of his righteous shit, isn’t he?”

“Just stay still,” Kane ordered and forced him onto a chair. “Don’t move or I’ll kick your ass.” He grabbed something from the freezer and came back. “Here,” he said as Eskort he pressed an ice pack wrapped in a towel on the side of his face. “You don’t want this pretty face bruised, right? We can’t have Jonathan not liking you anymore.”

Maddox grumbled and allowed Kane to baby him. “Jonathan didn’t read any of my messages,” he complained. “It’s because of Rusty, the asshole.”

“Just chill for now. We’ll find out why Rusty did that. Just let him cool his hot head.”

“I know why he did it,” Maddox replied. “Because he’s an asshole. He always wants what’s mine.”

“Hey, hey, what’s this all about now? I bet that he was drunk and thought of pulling a stupid prank.”

Maddox batted Kane’s hand away and took the ice pack to hold it himself. “It’s obvious Jonathan didn’t think it was a joke,” he said aggressively. “He must think I’m an asshole, too, by association.”

“There’s no way he believes that,” Kane replied. “If he does, then he’s the asshole.”

“Ever since junior year started,” Maddox continued, deaf to Kane’s reasoning, “Rusty’s just had it bad for me, always rubbing it in my face how much he’s hooking up and shit like that. Like I give a damn. He can fuck the entire campus three-way if he wants, but he doesn’t get to touch my Jonathan’s ass.”

Kane ruffled his hair and snorted. “Maybe he wanted a bit of attention. Thought of that?”

Maddox scowled. “I’ll give him plenty of attention. With these.” He put up his fists.

“Really?” Kane caught his wrists and pushed his hands down. “Stop being so fucking extra for this dude.”

“What?” Maddox stood and pushed Kane away. “You too? What’s so wrong with that?”

Kane hurried after him. Maddox wanted to go to his room and lick his wounds alone, but upstairs was where Rusty was, and he didn’t want to be anywhere near the asshole, or they’d have another throw-down for sure.

“Easy,” Kane said as he pulled him back into a bear hug. “I dig you, man, I do. You’re falling for this guy, and you don’t want anyone else to touch his ass.”

“Thanks,” Maddox replied, feeling slightly vindicated. “You’d get mad if anyone touched Louise’s ass, right?”

Kane sighed. “Got me there. I’d probably floor the fucker. All right. But let’s not forget that Rusty is, well, Rusty. In some weird twisted way, he probably thought he was doing a good thing.”

Maddox sagged in Kane’s hug. After the rush of adrenaline from earlier, he felt the crash coming. “I still think he’s just an asshole. He saw that I was having it good and just wanted to wreck it for some reason.”

“We’ll work on finding out that reason,” Kane promised. “Don’t forget you and Rusty are best friends. You’ve always been.”

It was true. Even if they were a group of friends, Dex and Kane were closer to each other, just as he and Rusty were. Well, that was going to change, because there was no way in hell he could forgive Rusty for pulling something as stupid as that. If the asshole just ruined his chances with Jonathan, he would never forgive him. Never.

***

The energetic rap on the front door startled Jonathan. He really hoped it wasn’t Maddox, but who else could it be? If it truly was Maddox, he was ill-equipped to face him. He heard Ray rushing to the door and talking to someone, so he braced for impact.

Ray knocked softly on his door.

“Yes?” Jonathan said in a raspy voice.

“Someone’s here to see you, JJ,” Ray said from behind the door. His bestie surely thought he was still sleepy and didn’t want to bother him.

“You can open the door. Tell him to come in.” Jonathan straightened up and ran his fingers through his hair. He hoped he looked only half as messed up as he felt, because the conversation that was coming wasn’t going to be an easy one.

The door opened, but it wasn’t Maddox walking in with his sexy strut, but Dex Solomon. Jonathan stood promptly and searched Dex’s face with confused eyes. What was this about?

“Why are you here?” he asked, forgetting his manners.

“Can we have a word?” Dex asked, after a short nod that counted as a greeting.

“Sure, sure.” Jonathan gestured toward the only chair in the room. “Please, have a seat.”

Dex sat, making the chair groan. The room seemed so little all of a sudden. Ray had closed the door, supposing, kind soul that he was, that they needed privacy to talk.

“Well?” he asked.

Even sitting, Dex was impressive, so Jonathan chose to stand.

“Did something happen to Maddox?” he continued.

Dex leaned forward and steepled his fingers in front of him, while cocking his head and giving Jonathan a long, pointed look. “Yeah, you could say that. You’re ignoring his messages.”

“I barely woke up,” Jonathan justified himself, pointing at the unmade bed.

“Hmm,” came the noncommittal reply. “How about you stop hiding, Hamilton, and face the music? How about that?”

“I’m not hiding, this is ridiculous, I don’t even know–” Jonathan stopped his tirade on his own. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Truly, what’s this about?”

“Truly,” Dex mimicked his speech and leaned back in the chair, making it creak dangerously. “Rusty tends to be an idiot, more often than not, but this shit is on you.”

“What shit? What are you talking about?”

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“Are you sure this is ok, Filip?”

Nicolas shifted his weight on the couch, eyeing the box in his lap. It was about half a foot long on each side, but felt heavier that it looked. The labels slapped across it were crammed with symbols, notations, neatly typed notes; they looked awkwardly out of place on the cube’s sleek metallic exterior.

His friend Filip stood in front of him, closely watching the cloud of doubt hanging over him. He waved his arm dismissively, as though fanning those passing doubts away.

“It’s just one prototype, Nic. The dudes back at the lab won’t even miss it, I promise! Besides, aren’t you at least a little curious about it?”

Filip pressed down on the box’s lid, a playful smirk dancing across his face.

“Just think about what you’re holding! This is the next evolution in clothing — nanotechnology, infinitely customizable! That sounds pretty fucking cool, admit it!”

“I mean, I’m not saying it isn’t cool. It’s just…” Nicolas looked up, fidgeting with the box. “This is company property. If your bosses find out, you could lose your internship, right? And this thing isn’t even tested…”

Filip rolled his eyes, parroting Nic’s objections with his hands. “Yadda yadda, you worry too much. These suits so close to release, so who cares if one gets out a little early? Besides, haven’t you been worried about your spot on the swim team? This would be perfect for you!”

He couldn’t deny that. Nicolas was proud of his performance on the college swim team so far, but during his current junior year his times had plateaued despite his best efforts. The incoming class of freshmen had some truly impressive competitors that were looking to bump him off the team. A truly skin-tight suit could give him the edge he needed, even if it meant using stolen tech.

Filip sat down next to him, putting an arm around him reassuringly.

“I’m just trying to help you out, Nic. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity – are you really going to wait until these bad boys hit the mainstream? By then you’ll be off the team and it will be too late. You know what passing this up could mean for you.”

“I know your right but, this doesn’t feel right. Even if no one finds out…”

“Look, just try it on and see what you think. That’s the least you can do after I took such a big risk getting it to you.”

Nicolas glanced back at the box, nodding slowly. “Sure, I can do that at least… I mean, you can still return it afterwards.”

A grin flashed across Filip’s face as Nicolas stood up. “Of course! I have a feeling you won’t want to part with that suit though. It’s seriously next level!”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it. Just wait here while I put it on, ok?”

He hurried out of the room before Filip could answer, slipping into the bathroom and shutting the door. He slumped against the door and sighed, his shoulders sagging as though weighed down by his lingering guilt.

“I just have to try it on, nothing else. It doesn’t matter now if I keep it, it doesn’t matter…”

His words bounced off the bathroom walls, hollow and unconvincing. But it was enough for now.

He began peeling off his clothes, revealing his toned, slender physique, the product of years of training and competitive swimming. Combined with his slight tan and wavy blonde hair, he perfectly fit the image of a laid back surfer, although his body hadn’t brought as much luck with the ladies as he would have liked. Being the shy and non-committal type hadn’t gotten him very far in the dating pool.

Now fully nude, he turned his attention back to the box itself. Those intimidating labels still stood out, but Filip had assured him that they weren’t important. Aside from those, the only noteworthy feature was a slightly raised button on the top of the box. There was only one thing left to do.

He placed the box on the bathroom counter, pressing the button before he changed his mind. The top of the box expanded slightly with a sharp hissing as the airtight seal on the box was opened. What was now the box’s lid slid off readily enough, finally revealing the suit Filip had raved so much about.

It didn’t look much like a suit though; to Filip, it more closely resembled a cube of jello than anything else. The glossy green cube was flush against the sides of metallic box, with no handholds or straps in sight.

“Uh, Filip? Do you know how I…?”

“Just dump it out, Nic! You’ll figure out the rest fine – not like you can break it or anything! At least I don’t think you can.”

“Uh, yeah sure.”

He gingerly flipped the box over, letting the cube slowly slide out until it plopped onto the counter. It wobbled slightly, sliding until it bumped against Escort İstanbul the wall and came to a stop. Now that he had a better view of it, he could see golden streaks running across it’s translucent surface. Green and gold were his school colors… it would be easy to make the suit resemble his college uniform.

He scooped up the strange cube. It definitely didn’t feel like nano-tech, or at least not what he thought it should feel like. The texture was similar to latex, but softer and squishier. It was cool to the touch and very slippery, to the point it was difficult to keep a hold of even with both hands.

“So… do I just…?”

Going almost off instinct, he raised the cube up to his body. The latex began deforming as it touched his chest, melting out of his grasp and over him. He gasped, shivering as the cool material flowed over his shoulders and around his torso. It oozed down his arms, back, and chest slowly, spreading itself thinner and thinner the further it went.

“What the-! Filip, this stuff is — mmph!”

He winced as the cool latex enveloped his crotch. It felt like wading into the deep end of a cold pool — even as a swimmer, that sensation never became bearable.

Fortunately for him, the discomfort didn’t last for long. The latex more readily matched his body’s temperature the thinner it became; by the time it had rolled down his calves and shins and around his feet, he couldn’t even feel a difference. The texture changed as it warmed as well, becoming less slippery while retaining its mesmerizing smoothness. The green latex was broken up by thin golden lines running around his neck, wrist, and ankles, along with two pinstripes going down his chest.

Nicolas turned to the mirror, a smile inadvertently growing as he admired his new look. He was used to wearing skin tight swimsuits, but this was on a whole other level! It conformed to every inch of his body perfectly, and felt so light and flexible it may as well have been a second layer of skin.

Filip’s excited voice from outside interrupted his self-admiration.

“Well, how is it? Don’t keep me waiting, let me see already!”

The bathroom door slid open and he he strode out into the living room, his entire body encased from the neck down in green latex. Filip looked him and down, whistling as he admired the results.

“Damn, it looks even better on you than I imagined! Just go ahead and admit it, I can tell you like it!”

“Yeah, I gotta give you props on this one. I’m honestly not sure if I can bring myself to part with this — the range of movement is incredible!”

Nicolas spread his arms out and bounced on his tip toes, still amazed at how free his body felt. The suit effortlessly stretched and twisted with each movement, always adhering perfectly to his toned body.

“It really is something else seeing it up close. I can’t take my eyes off you!” Filip walked up to him, his gaze shifting from his chest to his ass, taking in everything in between. Standing next to each other the contrast was apparent — Filip’s frame was shorter and stockier, his frizzly black hair framing a rounder face, his complexion brown and earthy. Standing next to his taller green-clad friend, it looked like first contact with an advanced alien species.

“Now that I get a good look, this stuff is incredibly smooth. I wish I could’ve seen you putting this on!” Filip firmly grasped Nic’s shoulder, stroking the smooth material and tensed muscles beneath.

Nicolas gasped at his friend’s touch — it felt completely different through the latex, a mixture of throbbing pressure and deep rolling pleasure. He pulled away quickly, shuddering as the sensations subsided.

“H-hold on, that felt kind of weird. Are you sure this suit is working properly?”

“It’s working fine, even better than I hoped, in fact! Does this really feel wrong to you?”

He reached out again, this time grabbing Nicolas’ ass and squeezing firmly. That pleasure rippled out again, wrapping his thighs and crotch in faint throbbing.

“What are you doing?! I’m serious, it feels… it feels…”

Filip grinned, watching the confusion and pleasure washing over his face.

“Don’t worry Nic, I’ve got you. You’re going to enjoy this, I promise.”

He pushed Nicolas backward, forcing him to topple onto the couch. Nicolas squirmed anxiously, now painfully aware of just how exposed he was — he may have been covered head to toe, but the latex was so tight he might as well have been naked.

“This isn’t funny anymore Filip! Just tell me how to take this stuff off, please!”

“Oh no, you can’t take it off. Only I can do that.”

Nicolas stared in disbelief, trying to process what İstanbul Escort Bayan he was hearing. Filip chuckled and tapped his forehead.

“Didn’t you read the labels? The suit operates off of a neural link — and it’s already hooked up here! Unless you walked through the 15-step recalibration process written on the box, of course. And as for those ‘weird feelings,’ well…”

He leaned forward, groping Nicolas’ crotch through the latex. He squirmed helplessly under the assault, an involuntary moan escaping his lips.

“… turns out that covering up all this skin means losing a lot of tactile feedback. The suit compensates by inducing the lost sensation directly, but the lab boys were hesitant to simulate pain for obvious reasons. They scrapped this prototype for going a bit overboard in the opposite direction, but personally I think their missing out — it’s perfect as is!”

“B-but why me? You had the suit, you could’ve used it. I don’t-“

Filip squeezed down on his crotch again, cutting off his objections. He could feel his crotch growing and straining against the fabric.

“God, you just don’t get it, do you? No wonder you’ve struck out with so many chicks, you can’t read the room to save your life! I’ve wanted to get my hands on your sexy body since freshman year, and the perfect opportunity just dropped into my lap. You’re the only one who could have not seen this coming — although part of you seems to be getting the picture.”

He shifted from applying pressure to firmly stroking Nicolas’ growing bulge. Nicolas watched in disbelief as the fabric warped around him, molding to fit his cock. His shaft popped upright, its entire length save for its head sealed within the glistening latex – he hadn’t realized just how turned on this surreal experience was making him!

“Hope you don’t mind if I change the suit up a little — it’s not like it matters either way though, the entire suit being under my control and all.”

Filip settled onto the couch next to Nicolas, still stroking his shaft through the glossy latex. Each firm pump sent throbbing ecstasy pulsing through him, immense and irresistible. His legs parted involuntarily, and his hips bucked upwards into the handjob.

“No…! Please, it’s too much, you can’t…!”

His protests were silenced once again by a rough kiss from Filip. Despite not being covered in the latex, his head still flooded with throbbing desire as Filip’s tongue and lips overpowering him. Before long he was kissing back despite himself, his arms pulling their bodies together as his hips continued thrusting and rocking. His body seemed to have mind of its own, one driven by lust.

Filip finally relented, pulling away from his ragged partner and standing over him. Nicolas’ body hung limp, still overwhelmed from the intense sensations. To his sex-addled mind, the only thing that mattered was that his cock was no longer being stroked, no longer flooding him with pleasure. He reached out and began jerking himself off, moaning in delight at how good it felt through the latex.

“Oh no, we can’t have that! I don’t want you enjoying yourself too much just yet.”

For the first time he felt the skinsuit move against him, forcing his hands away from his crotch. The latex covering his fingers melted together, forming mittens that couldn’t bring him to release even if he could reach his cock. He moaned desperately as he squirmed, his painfully stiff erection wobbling about.

“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you unattended to. This should keep you busy while I get myself ready.”

As he spoke, Nicolas felt the latex solidifying around the base of his cock, forming a tight rubbery ring. He watched helplessly as the ring began slowly stroking his base, vibrating as it edged him. At the same time, the fabric over his nipples solidified into thick pads, and began vibrating just like the ring. He lurched back and forth, gasping an unable to speak — this was all too much! The entire suit felt like it was humming around him, constraining his movements — he was trapped on the couch, sealed in a skin-tight prison of pleasure.

As Nicolas thrust and bucked against his restraints, Filip took the opportunity to fully undress. He was solidly built in his own right, and his chocolate brown skin was completely shaved from the neck down. His bulging cock twitched erratically, belying his anticipation of what was to come.

“It was such pain to get everything shaved! I don’t know how you constantly go through that for swimming, Nic – you better appreciate what I’m doing for you.”

He walked back towards his friend, the suit’s vibrations reducing in intensity as he drew near. He straddled Nicolas, pressing Anadolu Yakası Escort their cocks against each other and grinding down on his hips, reveling in the silky sensation of the skinsuit. He grabbed Nicolas’ chest for support, pressing his thumbs down directly onto his erect nipples.

Nicolas was enveloped in an explosive wave of pleasure — it had felt good enough get jerked off and making out, but somehow direct skin contact felt even more amazing!

“Fuck! Fuck, it’s so good!!”

Filip grinned, leaning down until he was lying directly on top of Nicolas. His friend was completely at his mercy, a giant sex toy for him to enjoy. His hands explored Nicolas’ glistening body, ravenously groping his ass, hips, and arms without restraint, Watching his face contort in pleasure was only turning him on even more!

“We’re not done yet, Nic. You’re not cumming until I’ve enjoyed every inch of you, the suit will make sure of it! Just enjoy the ride.”

He began kissing Nicolas’ pecs, salivating over the suit and suckling on his perky nipples. Nicolas held the back of Filip’s head and pressed him deeper into the kiss; Filip was more than willing to be guided, eagerly switching between both of his nipples, kissing and biting them through the latex. He worked his way up Nicolas’ body, planting kisses along his chest and neck as Nicolas gripped onto him desperately. His breath grew more ragged as lust enveloped his mind.

“Filip please! Fuckkk, fuckk me!”

“Sheesh, so impatient! But I won’t lie, I need to feel the inside of this sexy body, so we’ll have it your way!”

He stood up, gripping Nicolas’ hips and flipping him over roughly. Nicolas winced as his cock head brushed against the couch, his muscular ass vulnerable and exposed. He could feel the latex wedged deep in his crack moving, throbbing against his asshole and slowly spreading it. His mind was so consumed in lust he felt no apprehension about what was about to transpire.

Filip prodded his waiting ass, salivating over his prize. He could hardly contain himself as he slowly pressed in, spreading Nicolas’ cheeks wider and wider as his cock slid through. The latex stretched inwards with him, so smooth and slick that no lubricant was even needed — although he could only dream about how amazing this would feel with extra lube!

Nicolas grunted at the fullness in his ass, swinging his hips back to push even more of that amazing cock in him. His body was somehow even more sensitive inside his asshole — waves of heat and pleasure emanated from his core as Filip began thrusting into him, each thrust punctuated by a mesmerizing ‘thwap!’. The latex being pushed deep inside him began vibrating, only compounding the overwhelming sensations flooding his core. His cock felt like it was going to explode all over the couch, but the tightness of the latex around his base blocked off any chance of orgasm.

“Fuck! I can’t believe this ass has gone unfucked for so long — you’re a natural!”

Nicolas moaned and grunted, the little reason he had left worn away by the rhythmic pumping. He was practically melting into the skinsuit, unable to tell where he ended and the suit began. The cock thrusting into him was grinding incessantly against his prostate, pushing him against the edge of orgasm again and again!

Filip was barely resisting the urge to cum himself. Nicolas’ tight, slick asshole gripped and sucked him perfectly with each thrust. Watching his friend mindlessly ramming his ass backwards, gripping onto the couch for dear life; hearing him grunting and squealing in ecstasy, completely at his mercy — it was making him hornier than he had ever been in his life!

“Fuck, I can’t hold it any longer! I’m cumming!!”

Filip grabbed Nicolas’ hips and thrust into him one last time, finally letting his cum explode into his ass. Pump after pump of creamy jizz poured into him, spurting out and leaking down Nicolas’ ass crack. At the same time, the ring around Nicolas’ base loosened, finally allowing him to cum as well. Thick ropes of cum shot out onto the couch as he squealed in pleasure, an orgasm so intense gripping him he could hardly feel his legs!

They both came for what felt like minutes before their orgasms finally subsided. Filip pulled free of Nicolas’ ass and collapsed forward onto him, holding him close and kissing him deeply. Nicolas kissed back as best he could, his mind still drowning in the amplified pleasure from his skinsuit. Even in the afterglow of his orgasm, being held and cuddled through the suit felt surreal.

“Mmmm, I can tell you right now you aren’t taking this suit off any time soon! I’m going to enjoy playing with you for hours on end…”

Nicolas smiled up at him, his eyes dreamy and glazed over. He knew that Filip was right; this suit was a part of him now. It wasn’t going anywhere — and there were countless hours of orgasmic bliss in store for him in the coming weeks.

He couldn’t wait to dive into this sexy new life!

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Buying Produce…

I had a really wild experience last week, it’s still fresh in my head so I want to relay it now.

I was home alone and having a solo jack off session while surfing the Internet for porn when I got this idea.

Lately I have been getting into some solo ass play when I masturbate. I do have a girlfriend, and while I don’t share this side of me with her, I have found I really like something stimulating my ass when I jack off. I don’t want her to know how much it turns me on when my ass is probed, as I’m afraid she will think I have gay tendencies, so I don’t share this side of me with her.

Anyway, that day I was laying in bed, watching a girl suck a big cock on my computer, while stroking my cock and frigging a metal cigar holder tube up my ass. I started doing this a few weeks ago and it felt so good that it had now become a regular part of my masturbation sessions. The cigar tube was about 8″s long, metal, and very smooth, but pretty thin. I found that if I plunged it in and out of my ass really fast when I jacked off that, I really came hard.

I’m 21, 5′ 8″s tall, but I’m really skinny, especially my upper body and arms. My girlfriend’s nickname for me is “Grasshopper”, which I don’t really like that much, but have not mentioned that to her because I think it’s affectionate of her to even give me a nick name. I only weigh 140 pounds. I ran track in high school for 3 years, and it seems like a good portion of that 140 lbs. is in my hips, thighs and overly meaty ass. I had always planned on joining a gym and bulking up my upper body some, but I just seemed to find one excuse after the other to delay starting. Anyway, I’m pretty average looking other than my skinny waifish upper body. I have blonde shaggy hair, kind of longish, green eyes and am again probably considered average in facial looks. I have never been able to grow a mustache or beard and my chest and legs are also pretty smooth, especially my chest which is completely hairless. As my hair is blonde, my legs just have a slight whisper of hair themselves and then only on the middle of my front thighs, more like “peach fuzz”.

After I brought myself to a really good cum, I cleaned up and decided I really needed to try something much thicker. I looked all around my apartment but couldn’t find anything suitable and finally decided to try the Internet. I found a really sexy fat dildo on Amazon that I ordered. It was about 8″s long with a suction base and way thicker then my cigar tube. So I ordered it right then and was anxious for it to arrive to try it. Since I ordered it on Friday, the tracking said it wouldn’t arrive til next Tuesday. I was a little disappointed as I was really obsessed about using it.

I went to the store that night to get a rotisserie chicken for dinner. I decided to get the makings for a salad too and went to the produce department. I saw these big green cucumbers and that’s when I got this wild idea. They reminded me of the big fat dildos I looked at online and I knew I had to get one and use it like my cigar holder. I picked out the biggest one they had, which was about 7 inches long and pretty fat. It had a small curve to it. I got so excited thinking about shoving it up my ass that I started to get an erection in the store, so I hustled to get out of there and get home. Instead of going through the cashier checkout, as I thought the cashier would secretly know my real use for this cucumber, I went to the self checkout and scanned my chicken and then looked up the code for a cucumber.

This guy at the next scanning station was watching me and as we made eye contact, out of the blue he boldly said to me, “Is that for dessert?” he laughed.

I felt the blood rush to my face as I blushed deeply, not able to even respond, I just stared at him like a deer froze in the headlights, almost trembling. He was a little older than me, maybe early 30ish at most. Handsome and very fit physically, about 6′ 2″s, he obviously worked out a lot.

He just stared at me boldly, waiting for my reply, and said, “Can you speak little buddy? Just give me your phone.” he laughed.

I don’t know why I didn’t run, but worse yet I took my phone out of my back pocket and just handed it over to this complete stranger. He punched in some digits and handed it back to me, smiling and simply saying, “You’re hot, call me if you want the real thing. I’m a little bigger than that, but I bet you could handle it. Would you like that?” he laughed as he walked out the store leaving me hot and flushed.

The next thing I knew I had somehow walked to my car and was driving home, definitely thinking about what he said. Realizing and confirming to myself, that yes, he just made a bold pass at me, he had just offered me sex. Yes, indeed for sure, he was offering me his cock if I dared to call him.

As soon as I got home, I got undressed, washed the cucumber, then went straight to my bedroom. I grabbed some lube and smeared it on my rock hard 5″ cut Maltepe Escort cock. I found a video of a guy with a big cock getting it sucked by a cute little blonde girl. I put a generous amount of lube on my ass and started to try and get this fat cucumber inside me. It was a struggle at first. I didn’t think it would fit inside me, and it took a little while to relax on it, but it finally slid in and felt so much larger than my thin cigar holder.

I worked it up me as far as I dared and it felt absolutely amazing. While shoving this long fat cucumber in and out as fast as I could, I jerked on my cock like a maniac. My anal cavity felt so stuffed and full that I couldn’t help myself when a strong wave quickly came over me.

As I realized I was going to cum soon, I tried to fuck my ass with a slow, deep, steady rhythm, but my hands became jerky and erratic. I fantasized that the cucumber was a real cock, attached to a real person, who could control the depth and speed instead of my jerky motions. I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended that it was the stranger’s cock inside me. With that thought, I couldn’t control what happened next. That image in my head made me cum within 2 quick minutes. It was over way too fast for me. Sadly and disappointed I couldn’t last longer I was sorry the experience ended so abruptly.

The amazing thing was the volume of cum I ejaculated. I usually squirt about 3 or 4 times, maybe 5 on a really good day. With that fat cucumber being shoved up my ass, it made me shoot 7, maybe 8 monster ropes of cum on my chest. Definitely the biggest orgasm of my life. I was a little disgusted at myself by my new perversion of stuffing a vegetable up my ass. Actually ashamed is probably a better word.

I got up and quickly cleaned, composed and dressed myself, trying to forget how abnormal what I just did was. I cleaned the cucumber in the kitchen sink, washing all the lube off it, but strangely, I did not put it in my refrigerator. Instead purposely leaving it on the counter, at room temperature realizing in the back of my mind, that I could get over my previous disgusted and ashamed feelings, as I knew I wanted to do this again later tonight.

As it started getting dark outside, I settled in, watched some more tv and ate my chicken. I decided to skip the salad as I knew I didn’t want to destroy my new toy.

After dinner I just chilled out watching more tv, but all I could think about was stuffing my ass again.

It was dark outside when I picked up my phone and found the number he had entered. I debated for a few minutes, should I actually call him and take him up on his offer? Before I thought about it anymore I found myself dialing his number and nervously listening for it to ring. He picked it up on the second ring and answered.

“Hello.” was all he said.

I thought about hanging up but finally spoke, “Hey, this is the guy from the grocery store you gave your number to.”

“I’m glad you called. Did you get to use your cucumber yet?” he laughed, almost daring me to respond.

I was actually trembling when I finally responded, “Yes I did, but I want more.” I replied almost ashamed that I shared this with him.

“Did you stuff it up your ass and fuck yourself real good?” he asked matter-of-factly.

Almost too embarrassed to answer, I squeaked out a soft “Yes.”

“Good boy, and now you want more right? I think I can help you out with that. You want some now?” he challenged me.

All I could manage to squeak out was an almost incoherent, “Yes please. I do.”

“Here’s my address, be here in one hour sharp. Be sure to shower and call me when you park in front of my house. Don’t be late.” were the only instructions he gave me as he hung up.

I scribbled down his address and ran to the shower. I dressed in some shorts, sandals and a t-shirt as I realized this was going to happen. I purposely wore no underwear.

I arrived at his house about 10 minutes early and called him again. He gave me instructions to just come in. As I knocked on his door I was having second thoughts, as I knew nothing about this guy, but that didn’t deter me. I stood on his doorstep til he finally opened the door.

When he answered the door, he was dressed in only a short terrycloth white bathrobe, nothing else.

He spoke first, “Is this the first time on getting your tight little ass fucked by a real cock?” he asked.

Meekly, I stammered out only one word, “Yes.”

He didn’t say another word as he went and sat down on his couch, spread his knees wide and opened his robe. His cock was ungodly huge, cut and probably 8 inches or more. It was already totally 100% hard, an unwavering erection that pointed straight up from his lap. It seemed unrealistically thick compared to mine. It had dark pronounced blue and red veins running all up and down the shaft. The head was the thickest part, like a battering ram on the end of the shaft. He was clean shaven of any hair down there. Anadolu Yakası Escort No hair at all, even his huge fat balls were shaven smooth.

As I stood there staring at it, unsure what I was supposed to do, he finally spoke again. “Well, is this what you wanted? Get undressed, come on over here and kneel between my legs, lets get you acquainted and comfortable with my cock.”

It never dawned on me that I would have to suck his cock. That wasn’t part of my plan. We never talked about me doing that. I somehow imagined that he would fuck me while I jacked off and that would be it. I had never sucked a cock or really even fantasized about sucking one before, but if this is what it took to get that beautiful cock in my ass, I would do it.

Without even thinking, I found myself shedding my shorts, sandals and t-shirt, then walking over to him completely naked. My thin little cock was rock hard and I was a bit embarrassed about how small it was compared to his. Dropping to my knees submissively between his spread legs, I just stared at his masculine cock for what seemed a long time, as he seemed to grow a little impatient with me. Reaching one hand behind my neck and pulling my head down towards his throbbing cock, I knew what he wanted, I knew what he expected.

I had received a few blowjobs before from my girlfriend, so I knew what was expected of me as I leaned over, opened my mouth and started to gently nurse and slobber on the just head of his cock. It was so warm and alive, squishy but solid. It felt even bigger than it looked once I had it in my mouth. I slowly nursed on just the head making it as wet and slippery as I could. After a few minutes of that, he removed his hand from my neck and grabbing my chin, he lifted my face up to look into his eyes and said, “Show me what you got little buddy, suck my cock good and deep. Real deep. I’ll fuck your smooth tight little girly ass really good if you put in the effort on sucking me for a bit.”

After that promise, I went back down and attacked his cock with a vengeance. I just started gobbling it up, trying to go deeper and please him. I had about 4 inches deep in my mouth as it hit my throat and wouldn’t go any further. Anymore and I would have gagged on it, so I worked on what I was comfortable with.

Strangely I was really enjoying this. It almost pacified me in a sense. Hard to explain, but I felt I was both anxious and nervous sucking him while at the same time I was completely placated to be doing it. Something about nursing on his big manly cock both calmed me and excited me.

He put his hand behind my neck again and tried to force more into my mouth and throat. I choked and retched as he made me gag on his length, pulling off to compose myself. Maybe it wasn’t his length as much of his girth, but either way, I convulsed and retched as he tried to jam it in my throat over and over. He repeated this again and again and it seemed an act of futility to enter my throat, but still he persisted in trying to force me down on it.

I tried my best to appease his needs. I tried to go deeper, willing my throat to open for him, but still I heaved and gagged on it every time it started to punch through.

“I’m gonna tell you how this is gonna work. You want my big cock in your ass and I’m only gonna fuck you with as much as you can swallow. If you can only swallow half of it, that’s all your hungry little boy pussy will get. If you want all this cock up your bottom, then you will earn it, so learn right now how to suck it all the way to the root.” he told me in no uncertain terms.

“I don’t think I can swallow it all, it’s too long and way too fat. I’m sorry, I want to, but I don’t think it’s physically possible.” I almost pleaded.

“Bullshit. That’s not gonna work for me. I was saving this for your ass, but do it now.” he said as he handed me a little brown bottle. Not knowing what he was offering me, I asked what it was.

“It’s a bottle of poppers, just inhale it and get back to work. It will make you hungry for my cock.” he said in an almost demanding way.

As his erect cock just bobbed and waved in the air waiting for me to suck it, I hesitantly I opened the bottle and tentatively sniffed it. It smelled horrible as I pulled away from it immediately.

“No. Not like that. Inhale it deeply and hold it. It’s not gonna hurt you.” he instructed.

I did as he instructed, holding the bottle under one nostril and inhaled deeply. It was heady at first, but within seconds, I felt a strong flush come over my entire body, almost like I was going to faint. My body heated up and I became dizzy. I immediately felt very submissive and eager to please him. It stripped my inhibitions away immediately and a sense of sexual arousal overwhelmed my entire body. In seconds I never felt so alive and horny in my life. I immediately fell in love with this feeling.

My shyness completely disappeared as I felt so horny and subservient now. İstanbul Escort I attacked his cock with a new eagerness to suck it. Everything felt so perfect like this was my place in life, servicing his cock.

I immediately sucked it down til it began to breach my throat. I willed myself to open my gullet and let him enter it, and he did, just a little a first, but it was definitely entering my throat. I felt his hard blunt knob and the thickness of it punch into my esophagus. This was not impossible anymore, this was something I knew I could do now and it was just a matter of time before I took more of it.

“Good girl, you’re getting it now. Keep going, you’ll get it all.” he groaned aloud.

I did another really huge hit of the poppers, one in each nostril, and the flush feeling hit me immediately, much stronger than before. I forced my head down, gagging and retching as I went the deepest yet on his swollen manhood. It was definitely violating my throat now and almost entering my neck. I desperately wanted to please him and pushed my efforts to the limit. I still retched and convulsed some, but I kept pushing until it magically disappeared to the root and I realized my lips were pressed against his abdomen. I was amazed myself but felt so proud as I realized I had deep throated his enormous cock. I had done what I thought was impossible. I just held it in my throat, not wanting to release it, holding my breath til I had to pull off.

“Attaway! Good little girl, suck that cock down your throat like the good little slut you are. Give me 10 minutes of that and like I promised before, I will fuck your sissy ass with the whole thing since you managed to swallow the whole thing.” he instructed me.

I was now in a total state of “cock lust” as I repeatedly deep throated his cock to the root over and over. I was totally cock drunk and loving this. I swelled with pride to myself that I could take it all. In between swallowing it to the root, I alternated by lavishing both passionate and loving ministrations to his shaft and head. I slobbered all over his cock like I was possessed. I sucked his enormous smooth balls gently into my mouth one at a time, gently massaging them with my tongue. I slurped up and down on the sides of his shaft and back to the head working it with my tongue. I didn’t care if he wanted 10 minutes or an hour as I never wanted this to stop. Stopping every couple of minutes to do more poppers I was in heaven.

“You’re really good at this. Way better than any of my girlfriends. None of them can deep throat or suck my cock as good as you do. Love the way you worship my cock. I hope we are going to have a long term arrangement of you sucking my cock and me fucking your sweet little ass.” he said, which only spurned me on to try harder to please him.

I don’t know how long I sucked him, time seemed to freeze and become non existent for me. I’m guessing I nursed on his cock for at least 30 minutes as I was fueled on by more poppers to keep worshiping his meaty rock hard cock for as long as he wanted. My cock was so rock hard I couldn’t help by reach down and touch it.

“Nooooo, don’t you dare do that girl!” he almost screamed at me as he quickly slapped my face open handed quite firmly, but not hard enough to really hurt me. “Don’t touch your little cock, I will make you cum when I fuck you. Understand? And I think you’re ready for that right now aren’t you my sweet little girl?”

When he stood up in front of me, I swear his cock looked like it was at least an inch plus longer now, sticking straight out from his groin. He grabbed his cock by the shaft and whacked it across my face a half dozen times. It was so hard it actually hurt more than when he slapped me with his hand. I just knelt there and took his abuse.

“Stay kneeling but scoot closer to the couch. Put your chest on the couch and arch your back out. I want your butt poking out for me. Buns up kneeling sissy.” he instructed me. As he got behind me, he knelt between my spread legs and I felt him work my knees apart so my cheeks spread even wider for him. He grabbed both my cheeks and pulled them wide apart.

“Ooooooh, what a perfect set of sweet buns you have. Any girl would die for that ass of yours. Curvy, fat and those plump twin globes, oh my God, not even one single hair between them. I’m gonna enjoy this.” he groaned.

Where he got the lubricant from, I don’t know, but I felt him smear a big glob all around my sphincter. I loved his touch, it was electric. All my millions of nerve endings in my sphincter came alive from his touch. I quickly did a huge hit of poppers and just melted into the couch waiting for him to finally penetrate me.

He started digging into me more forcefully with his index finger and I fell into a state of Nirvana. I felt his finger go as deep as it could and then he wiggled it around in me. I couldn’t help groaning and twitching my ass back towards him to get him in deeper.

“Oooooh, Baby girl got a hungry ass huh? You need another finger I think.” and as he withdrew his finger, it was quickly replaced with 2 fingers, which made me grind back on them even harder to encourage him to go deeper. I wanted to be stretched out and fucked deep. I didn’t have to wait long.

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Editor’s note: This short story is true. It’s quite an experiment in finding oneself. The further escalation worried me, but I went along with it. My name is Kevin and I’m learning.

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Driving to the motel, I constantly asked myself if I knew what I was doing. I had accomplished what I set out to do. Sucking cock was a taboo, but exciting; now I could put it to bed. It’s not gay, it’s a mature sex that allows one to experiment, uninhibited. Sex with a woman is still on the top of my list and I can do a respectable job at satisfying her. But I discovered I’m good at giving head and I enjoy it.

This third visit was unnecessary. I agreed to it only because I had a fun time doing it. Don’t get me wrong, anyone would tell me that’s bullshit, you just can’t get enough cock. Maybe, I don’t think too much about it. Even though I learned a lot, I was still new to it and understood it makes me vulnerable. When you give head, make sure you can control the situation.

Honestly, I was worried I might not be able to manage his advances. I had cleaned myself out the last time I met with Troy although nothing happened. I did the same this time. I was afraid if something went down, either consensual or forced, I should at least be clean. I didn’t want to be embarrassed. It was not my intension, but I knew I was tempting fate.

I pulled into the parking lot, parked the car, and went up to Troy’s room. When the elevator opened, opposite his room, I felt strange and hesitated to knock. I was sure Troy thought of me as some cocksucker that can’t stop taking any available dick in his mouth. All this experimental stuff is most likely a load of crap to him. I kept up my wise guy ways to convince him otherwise, but who knows. Part of the fun is being submissive. I understood the fun part but wondered about the attitude of the man I’m submitting too. The feelings get complicated.

I knocked on the door and it opened immediately. Troy stood there in his hotel bathrobe.

“Hey, come in.”

“Hi Troy, how is it going,” I said trying to sound manly.

“I’ll be better after you take care of me,” he said with a grin.

“I guess I shouldn’t waste time then.”

I smiled and walked over to the bed. I casually started to strip while Troy stood nearby watching me. I felt like a striptease. I was down to my shorts and bent over to step out of them; that gave Troy a chance to grab my ass.

“Careful Troy, you know how I feel.”

I turned my head to look at him, but he kept feeling me up, paying no attention to what I had just said.

“Damn it Troy, what the hell?”

I was at the foot of the bed, facing the bed where I laid my clothes. I couldn’t move easily, as my knees were up against the base board. Troy was relentless and let his hand take full advantage of the situation. He had skillfully, worked his fingers down the crack of my ass and found my anus. That’s when I felt his finger trying to enter me.

Troy only partially inserted his finger when I twisted to the left and turned around. Troy lost his hold, and his finger came out of me. I stood there glaring at him, he stood there with a smug smile on his face.

“You knew that wasn’t going to happen, why?” I asked pissed.

“Because I like ass, I’d like to fuck yours. I figured if I got my finger in you, you might like it.”

I didn’t answer him, and he continued, “Kevin, you told me you enjoyed sucking cock to experience the feeling. I assumed you were open to new things, even though you object.”

“And getting fucked in the ass is one of those new feelings?” I asked sarcastically.

“Think about it, wouldn’t it be exciting to go all the way?”

That is a line I’d use on a girl. What the hell. This guy is trying for a fuck session and not giving up. I stood there naked without any clue as to how to get the night back under control.

Troy dropped his robe on the floor, standing there with a hardon and looking anxious.

“Now that’s what I’m here for,” I said, “Come on, lay down and I’ll get to work on you.” I hoped it would take his mind off of other things. If I get him to cum, I’ll be able to finish this night.

“Kevin, what are you doing?”

“What, I came here to give you a blowjob.”

“Wait a minute, wait,” Troy said as he came up close to me.

“Listen, just hear me out. I love how you give head, don’t get me wrong, but I would really like a shot at that ass of yours.”

“I’m not going to let you fuck me Troy, I told you that from the beginning.”

Rubbing his chin, Troy said, “Look, why don’t we try something. You haven’t Ataşehir Escort gotten off, right? Well, that’s not fair is it. Let’s do this, we can lay down together and jerk each other off, see how it feels.”

“I don’t see a problem with that, but why change things. I take care of myself.”

Laying down on the bed, Troy said rather softly, “come on, let’s do it.”

Troy patted the side of bed next to him. I felt weird. I wasn’t looking for any other action and laying down with him felt strange, more like a couple then just a quick blow.

“Come on, Kev, trust me.”

Cautiously, I laid down next to him, my apprehension showing. My cock wasn’t hard when he took hold of it. He, of course, was hard as a rock when I took hold of his. It was easy working his meat. Troy, on the other hand, was trying to get me hard. He would alternate between pulling my dick and massaging my balls.

“Nervous?” He asked.

“No, just unsure,” I replied.

I wanted to get into it, so with my free hand I reach for my crotch and met his hand working me. Another guy’s hand on my dick was getting me hard. We continued until my dick was erect.

“Feels good?” Troy ask.

“Of course,” I blurted out, although I didn’t want too; I was on alert.

“Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? Just go with it.”

We spent the next ten minutes manipulating each other. The more I rubbed his cock, and he rubbed mine, the more I wanted to get to what I came for. I rolled on my side facing him. I moved down over his stomach until his cock was an inch away. This time he didn’t object when I slid him into my mouth. He couldn’t keep holding my cock, but the last ten minutes had me hard and horny. I sucked him with a passion and found the position comfortable.

Troy didn’t stop me, so I kept it up. I didn’t pay attention to anything except his dick, and knew when he came this time, it would be best out of three. What I didn’t realize was, because I slinked down to his cock, my ass was within easy reach. I was blowing him when I felt his hand feeling me up again.

It brought me back to reality. Releasing his cock, I raised my head and said, “Troy?”

“Relax, “he said, “I’m just playing,”

I wanted to get my ass away from his reach. However, I couldn’t move without losing his cock. He twitched a few times, so I had the feeling he would soon bust.

I let him have his way, his hand was all over my rear. I tried to ignore it.

Gradually, his fingers crept closer to my anus. He would approach it and move away before I could react. He was testing me, but I was so horny, a little ass play wasn’t going to spoil the moment. His hand came off my backside, but, after a brief time, he returned to his exploring. His fingers traveled up the crack of my ass; they felt cool and wet. In the fog of passion, I didn’t immediately register the feeling.

Suddenly with one smooth push, he slipped his finger in me. It went in with such ease, it surprised me. Then I realized, he had spread lube around my asshole. He pinned me and I let him get to first base.

Getting his finger in me got to Troy and his cock started twitching hard; I was sure he would cum, but instead, he pulled me away from his cock and laid me back down next to him. He took hold of my cock again and started to jerk me off. I hoped he would keep it up; I needed to cum.

“Troy, damn it. I need to cum, and I want to suck you off, why did you stop me.”

He didn’t say anything but kept jerking me to a point that I was ready to bust.

As I was moaning, he started gently rolling me away from him. He didn’t stop jerking me, which kept me on the edge. I resisted his efforts, but in the mix of things, I was trembling hot and soon found myself on my stomach, still aching to get off.

He rolled beside me and kept of my dick for a minute more. Then he lifted off the mattress and positioned himself behind me.

“This is not a good idea, Troy, cut it out,” I said, my voice trembling.

Now he was ignoring me. I pressed my legs tightly together, causing him to straddle me. I thought it might discourage him, but he liked the view. He massaged my buttock which I had tightened up. His fingers would move down the crack of my ass, exploring deeper with each pass. Despite my clenched ass, his fingers were soon where he wanted them. I applied more effort to keep him out, but I could feel him slowly pushing his finger in me.

I arched my back at the intrusion. He didn’t do anything and just held me there for several minutes.

I kept my ass clenched as tight as I could, but he was in me. At some point, I could Acıbadem Escort feel his finger moving and rubbing me inside. The feeling was different than anything I had felt before. It felt so damn good, I didn’t stop him and figured I could back out if he tried to nail me. Whatever he was doing, it made my cock feel strange, making it twitch on its own.

The feeling was so intense, I just lay there on my stomach, hoping it wouldn’t stop. I felt like I wanted to cum but couldn’t explain it. I started to move my hips at the pleasure, a moan escaping me. While Troy increased his internal massage, he worked his legs between mine and was slowly pushing them apart. I didn’t care, I didn’t want him to stop.

Troy finally said something, “Are you doing, ok?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” is all I said.

By now my legs were apart and I was helpless. What Troy was doing had me captive.

Still massaging me, he gently pulled me up on all fours, pulling my ass towards to him as I lifted off the mattress. I was so hot, but still managed to say, “What are you doing, I don’t want to do this.”

“Relax Kev, enjoy the feeling.”

I was trembling and ready to cum. In my delirium I could only feel my crotch get incredibly warm, my leg were shaking. Troy noticed and said, “You really look hot right now, what a great ass.” I knew how it looked, and it strangely excited me; but I still fought it.

“No, I told you, no.”

“Shush, Kev, you’re right where you’re supposed to be.”

“Troy, no, I….” Before I could object again, he withdrew his finger which disappointed me, but then I felt a pressure on my asshole and I knew it wasn’t his finger.

“No, Troy, no, damn it, Troy, I can’t believe this,” I said breathlessly.

“Believe it,” Troy said, “wait till you feel what that’s going to do for you.”

The pressure increase as he pushed against my clamped anus. I was trying to keep him out, but the lube was giving him the advantage. I could feel my asshole giving way.

“Relax, ease up, let my cock in,” Troy said.

“I said no, I meant it,” I said.

“You really want to be fuck, don’t bullshit me,” Troy said.

“Fuck you, Troy, no way, stop it.”

I tried to move away, but he held my ass still, wrapping is arms around my waste to control me. As we struggled, I forgot about keeping my anus clenched, allowing it to relax. That’s when his cock head popped into me. My eyes bugged out, I jumped at the sudden pain, trying to pull away again, but Troy’s hold was strong.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, “that hurts.”

“Just hold on, just relax, it will pass quickly,” Troy instructed me.

“I can’t believe your fucking me; this is nuts.”

I clenched my teeth at the pain, but Troy was right, it was quickly going away. Exhausted, I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it. That lifted my ass up. He was going to do it; my hope was that he was close to cumming that it wouldn’t take long.

Troy started pushing his cock into me. I shivered as it slid in. I felt his stomach up against my ass and knew I was done, whatever you want to call it. I could feel the fullness of his cock in me, as he waited for me to relax again. My anus was stretched, but comfortable. When I moved, his cock would angle inside me and I could feel it press against my insides. When I moved forward slightly, he partially withdrew, and again my whole body shivered. Protesting now meant nothing.

I should be embarrassed as all my life it was taboo to think of any ass play, but especially getting fucked. So many men say, ‘don’t touch my asshole, I’m not gay.’ I think that’s wrong. The nerves around my anus tingled and it was a pleasant feeling. It began effecting my balls, cock, my entire groin, continuing what Troy had already started with his finger. It felt good when Troy would push back in me, I couldn’t deny it. As much as he was feeling dominate and manly, I was feeling submissive and girly. It’s just the way it plays out.

Troy began fucking me in earnest, causing me to tense up again. Though my anus was tightening up, it didn’t slow him down. He had lubed me up good, so with no resistance or effort, his cock continued to slide in and out steadily. Strangely enough, I began meeting his thrusts with my own.

“Nice Kev, keep it tight, what a great fuck.” Troy said as his pace picked up.

That strange feeling was returning and, this time, with more intensity. I was moaning and moving just like all the women I ever had under me. Troy knew I would give in, and had, with a little manipulation, got what he wanted. But now I didn’t care. His pounding my İstanbul Escort ass had my groin on fire.

“Damn it Troy, this is crazy, oh fuck,” I exclaimed.

“Surprised?”

“Damn, it feels good.”

“I knew you wanted it you little cunt.”

I guess I deserved that, but he did push me into it. With this feeling swelling in me, I gave in and wanted Troy to pound me, and fuck me good.

“So, now I’m a little cunt?” I asked, “Here I thought you wanted to fuck an ass.”

“Oh, shit, I can’t stop it,” was all Troy said in reply.

Troy didn’t say anything more, but he was losing his rhythm, which meant he was going to bust. I was into it and didn’t want him to stop. I was moving my hips and moaning loudly, I wanted more. That wasn’t helping him hold out.

“So soon, Troy? I said teasing him, “what are you a one-minute man.”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? I’m not stopping this, fuck I can’t,” Troy said and he pounded into me.

I knew he would cum, my insides were shaking, a shivering my cock, my balls churning as my scrotum contracted. I was beginning to rage, as his cock rubbed inside me. My cock wasn’t really hard, but it was twitching on its own. Then my asshole started to twitch uncontrollably. Troy started growling, “Damn, that fucking asshole of yours, shit.” I felt an uncontrollable rush in my balls and cock, something I’ve never experience before.

I had pushed off the pillow and looked back under me. I could see Troy’s legs kneeling behind me as I watched my cock swaying as he fucked me. My legs were trembling and I feared I might collapse on the bed, but Troy held me up and continued slamming his cock in and out.

“Fuck me Troy, come on do it,” I yelled, surprising myself.

“Oh fuck,” Troy yelled out and jammed in me with one hard push. At the same moment, I pushed my ass against him while my cock started jerking on its own, cumming all over the mattress cover, it wouldn’t stop.

“Oh, what, fuck me what a rush,” I chirped out surprised at myself again.

After that intense climax, the furious rocking was slowly winding down to a steady sway as we both twitched out the last of our cum.

I stayed in my position, exhausted, resting my head on the pillow. I liked being on all fours and waited for Troy to take his cock out of me. It didn’t take long for him to back up and grab a towel he had left on the side of the bed.

Wiping himself off, he asked, “You like being fucked?”

I didn’t move and answered into the pillow, “Funny Troy, what do you think?”

“I think you more than liked, you fucking loved it, you just don’t want to admit it.”

“Fuck you, Troy, you know I liked it, so what?”

“You like a cock in your ass, that’s all I’m asking,” Troy replied, “if I weren’t going back home tomorrow, I would make you my bitch, wouldn’t that be fun.”

I raised myself off the pillow and turned to look at him. It brought the whole scene into focus. I was still on all fours, my ass pointing at troy. What could I say to him? He took what he wanted. I moved to the side of the bed and stood up. Troy threw me the towel and I wiped the lube off my ass.

“Well, I’m certainly further down the road than I ever expected to be.”

“That’s ok, you’re not a virgin anymore. What are you going to do with your new found experience?”

There was a question. I had no idea. The three sessions with him had widened my horizons, no argument there, and I certainly understood the pleasure of anal stimulation and sex.

I went to the bathroom first to piss, and then did a better job of cleaning up. Troy had come in after and took a piss as well, standing next to me.

“You know Kevin, you haven’t learned it all,” Troy said.

I looked at him, “What do you mean?”

He looked at me and then down at his steady stream of piss going into the toilet.

“You’re out of your fucking mind,” I declared.

“Never say never,” Troy said laughing.

When he finished, he came and stood next to me to clean up. I looked in the mirror at us standing naked side by side. We were like any other couple, having just finished having sex.

It’s just that Troy always had that damn smirk on his face.

Troy threw on his robe as I dressed.

“Well, that was fun,” I said as I walked to the door.

“Yeah,” was all he said, then added, “By the way, I am scheduled to return in about three months for a final inspection of the site. Here for two weeks, I’ll let you know.”

“I don’t know, I’ll see.”

“Bull shit, you’ll have a hardon driving home, just thinking about it. There’s lots of good stuff we can do.”

I had a feeling I messed with the wrong guy. I foolishly tempted myself and might just find myself addicted to this new role.

I opened the door and left before he could see the growing bulge in my pants.

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