I guess the most frustrating thing about my getting older is that my dick doesn’t work as well as it used to. I guess it started malfunctioning when I turned 60, I’m 67 now, but my wife didn’t seem to mind all that much because my tongue still worked. My fingers still had magic in them.

But about three years ago I lost my wife after a short battle with cancer. And needless to say I was devastated. I was always supposed to go first. She was much better prepared to live by herself than I was.

And I guess all guys who lose their wives hope that they can find someone that will put up with them. And while I took the appropriate time of mourning, I must admit that I was also thinking about another woman. I put some time into thinking about what I might want, knowing that what I THOUGHT I would want might not be what I got. And I was right!

OK, so I’m shallow. Being 67 years old and knowing that I would not particularly attract any young chicks; I’m a little over weight…OK…maybe a little more than a little, so my doc says…honestly. I also knew that I didn’t want to have someone substantially younger than me in a position to have care for an old man. My wife and I had aged well together and we enjoyed being together, both in life and in the bedroom. And when my dick started being ornery, my oral skills helped us get through that.

So as I was looking around, I really didn’t want anyone that looked like my grandma…even though anyone around my age probably would be a grandma. But there were some women who have aged nicely. My wife certainly had. While she no longer was the 98-pound girl I married, she eventually topped out at around 125 pounds. And while she didn’t like her belly, I loved it. That belly had produced two lovely kids. And those kids had also helped develop some nice boobs, even though gravity had kicked in in her later years. But I loved them too.

Plus, well, how COULD I complain. I mean, I’m twice the man I was when we married. And I don’t mean that in a macho way, I’m just…bigger than I was when we married. While she worried about my weight, she also accepted me the way I was.

So I found myself looking at women who looked like they could be about my age. And as you know, there are all types of women out there. There are many who look like my grandma, but there are also some VERY attractive older women. But how do you meet those attractive women?

Ultimately I am shy. In fact, my wife pursued me until she caught me. I guess that 40 some-odd years hasn’t helped me overcome my insecurities. At 20 I was afraid of rejection and in my 60s, that same fear paralyzed me. My wife always kidded me that I would still be single if she hadn’t aggressively gone after me. And she’s probably right.

And as I said earlier, what I thought I wanted was not what I found. I found that I was better prepared to live by myself than I thought. I was handling it and adjusting. But sexually I was lonely, my hand and online porn not in any way adequate.

I found myself on some porn sites that specialized in “mature” women, but most of those mature women were being screwed by young studs. I certainly was not young OR a stud. But I found myself enjoying watching these older women cumming on a stud’s tongue or cock. Oh, and of course I was beating off to them.

Have you ever googled images of a “naked 60-year-old woman”? It’s pretty interesting. Of course I knew that a 60-year-old woman had more curves than a younger woman for the most part. And were not as tight and maybe had some sagging, and a little thicker. OK, some were MUCH thicker, but being the shallow guy I am, I kind of gravitated to the LESS thicker women. But then, my wife was not that thick and I guess I really was looking for a woman who had a body-type like my wife. That was what I was used to. I found myself much more interested in women that kind of resembled my wife. She was about 5’2″ and of course still cute.

While I still had people who cared about me, I found that I no longer seemed to fit in with all those couples we ran with before. I knew this was normal. Not that I was a threat to any of the men in our group. I knew my place and was not interested siirt escort in any of their women because, well it wouldn’t be right, right?

And our next door neighbors, Bill and Jan, still went out of their way to keep in touch with me. They would periodically invite me to any party they would have. There would be times when we would just sit back on one of our patios and have a drink together. Bill still regularly invited me to play golf with him. They stayed friends, even though the relationship changed.

And I noticed that when Bill and I played golf together, when I got home my house seemed to be a little cleaner. I knew they had a key that we gave them years ago, like we had a key to theirs…just in case. I never said anything, but I knew what was happening. I mean, I’m not a slob, but I’m also not a woman. I remember when my wife was fussing about cleaning the house I always thought it looked great. But a woman cleans different than a man. Right?

Now, while I was retired, Bill was still working, and Jan had retired from her teaching job three years before. Both Bill and Jan were 62.

Jan was one of those attractive 62-year-old women. She was a little taller than my wife and she had joined a gym after she retired and she was in pretty good shape for her age. Not that I was interested in Jan. She was married. To my good friend.

But one day I was enjoying the sun on my patio, with a large caffeine-free Diet Coke, when Jan yelled over if I wanted some company. I waved her over.

Jan was a very forward woman, not afraid to speak her mind, so we had had some pretty frank discussions about my change of life. She knew I might be interested in finding someone after being alone for three years, but she wasn’t one to try to match-make. And I appreciated it. I had fought off the “casserole ladies” that showed up soon after my wife died, but Jan knew that I might be ready. But what she said next floored me. “Your wife told me something very interesting about you,” she said.

“Oh?”

“Yes,” She looked me right in the eye. “She said,” she hesitated, “that you are very good in the oral department.” Her face got red.

At first I was confused about what she meant. Then I got it. And I got red. “Oh.” What do you say to that? ‘Yeah, I’m really good at licking pussy’? This was Jan, OUR very good friend. She was married to my golfing buddy! I would think this conversation was inappropriate. I couldn’t believe that my wife would tell her something like that.

“She really said that?”

“Yes, we were talking about the problems that Bill was starting to have. The same problem you have.”

It’s hard talking to a woman about not getting hard.

“Bill is not any good in that department,” she went on. “And I miss it.”

Silence.

Finally….”Um.” My mind was blank.

“Was she lying?”

“Um”…..finally I managed to get something out. “Shirley and I very much enjoyed our oral sex.”

“Did you do it much?”

“Well, in the last couple of years that’s all we did. I didn’t work so well.” I think she knew what I was talking about.

“Uh huh.”

More silence. Should I be ending this conversation?

“Do you miss it?”

“Yes, I miss her. But you also need to know that she wouldn’t reciprocate.”

“Really? How come?”

“I’m not totally sure. She said it hurt her mouth, she didn’t like the smell. And she never really learned how.”

“Really? She never learned the joys of sucking cock?”

Did she really say cock? That nice next door lady, Jan? “Bill never liked licking my pussy.”

Pussy? Yes, she said that. This conversation was deteriorating. But interesting. Where was she going with this?

“Where are you going with this?” I asked.

Now she looked embarrassed. “Well…I’ve never cheated on Bill,” she said quietly. “But Bill and I have not had sex in almost six months and I was thinking that maybe we could, um….well, you might could…or…maybe you’d like to try to lick my pussy. I need some relief. Would that be cheating?”

I was dumbfounded. THAT I never expected. Not from Jan! But I guess when you siirt escort bayan get desperate…..

“Jan, I don’t know what to say. Needless to say I miss Shirley…and I miss giving her pleasure. I have to tell you that I don’t know that I’m good at licking….pussy…but I DO think that Shirley liked what I did. But I’ve never done it with anyone else.”

“Well, I can tell you that she did. She told me so.”

I looked at her closely. She was certainly attractive. Nice boobs…I have seen her in a bathing suit. I always thought she had a nice butt…um…ass. I THINK I could give her pleasure. But should I?

“What would Bill think?”

“Bill wouldn’t have to know,” she smiled.

I looked at her some more. “Would you be naked?”

She got red again. “Yes, if you want me to be naked.”

I smiled. Yes, I would like to see Jan naked. “Would you suck my…cock?”

“In a minute…if you wanted me to,” she smiled. “I miss that also. I know what’s going through your mind right now. No, I was not a virgin when we got married. So….I’ve had some experience in that department.” This conversation certainly is getting interesting.

“It might take some work to get me hard.” I could take a blue pill. I still had some, but they take a little while for them to work…if she wanted to do it now. I figured that that as long as this conversation was going on right now, this might be a good time to try it…before we had second thoughts. I was already feeling a stirring.

“I could get you hard,” she smiled. “Would you be naked?”

“Would you like me to be?”

“Yes.”

“I would like you to be naked too.”

And we sat there for a bit, looking at each other…thinking.

“What about ground rules?” I couldn’t believe I was asking about ground rules when we were talking about licking each other’s…genitals.

Jan thought a minute. “No falling in love,” she laughed a nervous laugh. “I still love Bill and would not want to mess that up. And no screwing. THAT would be cheating.” She smiled an ironic smile.

“I agree. Just this once?”

“We’ll see,” she smiled a wicked smile.

This could get interesting. I was retired, she was retired. Bill worked full time. We lived right next to each other. What could go wrong…if we were careful.

“When?” I asked.

“I’m ready now.”

“Where?”

She thought for a minute. “I think probably your place. I wouldn’t want our house to smell like sex,” she laughed.

We sat looking at each other. I was mentally undressing her. But I had a feeling I would be seeing her naked real soon.

I stood up and offered my hand. She took it and stood. I turned and led her into my house and upstairs to my bedroom. Shirley and I had made love in here any times. But now she was gone.

I turned to her. Then began to unbutton my shirt. She smiled and began doing the same. We watched each other intensely as we each undressed. She was certainly a fine looking woman and she was undressing…for me.

Getting out of pants is not always graceful and in a minute we were both giggling. It broke the tension. When we were both in our underwear I moved to her and took her in my arms. We didn’t kiss. Maybe that would be too…intimate. I laughed to myself. I’m going to lick her most intimate places. That would be pretty intimate. But she felt good.

I reached behind her and began to unhook her bra. When it was unhooked she stepped back. She slowly lowered her bra. She had nice boobs, not really big with just the slightest sag. I smiled as I took her boobs in.

She reached for her panties and I reached for my briefs. We lowered them together. I had a hardon. I was pleased…and relieved. And I was looking at only the second naked woman that I had ever seen…live. And Jan seemed very comfortable with me looking at her. It took many years for Shirley to be comfortable being naked like that in front of me.

Her pussy was trimmed nicely. I could see that she was wet already. She was looking at my cock. “Is that for me?” she asked.

“Well, I’m looking at a very good looking naked woman. What do you think?”

“I’m escort siirt impressed. And honored.”

I took her hand and led her to the bed and laid her down in the middle of it. I let my hand drag over her boobs. Her nipples were very hard. She flinched. I leaned down and kissed her nipples, one after the other. I started licking them. She gave out a huge sigh.

I let my hand slide down her body to her pussy. She spread her legs for me and I felt her hand reach for my cock. I slowly rubbed her pussy lips as she started to stroke my cock. Her hand felt so good. Shirley would sometimes rub my cock but she would never really get into it. Jan knew how to stroke a cock.

With Shirley I would always need to wet her pussy as she got older but Jan’s pussy was soaking. I think she was as excited as I was.

I wanted to taste it. So I kissed down her belly to just above her pussy. Then I slipped down the bed to kneel between her legs, making her lose her grip with my cock. I didn’t care, because I knew I was going to give her a very big orgasm. And I was sure she would reciprocate.

I put my hands under her ass and lifted her up slightly, looking up at her face. She had her eyes closed and was rubbing her tits.

“Please,” she whispered.

I started to lick her pussy lips. She sighed a huge sigh. “I’ve been wanting this for so long,” she whispered.

“Just enjoy.”

And she did. I enjoyed teasing her, getting her close and backing off. Jan had a very large clit when it finally came out. And she really liked when I licked it. But I kept alternating, from her lips, to her wet slit, to her clit, bringing her higher and higher. After a while I found it hard to hold onto her ass as she kept humping my face, moaning loudly.

Finally, she said between gritted teeth, “Make me cum. Please, make me cum!”

So I concentrated on her clit as she raised up her ass, trying to get close to my tongue. Her head was back and she was panting, moaning. Her belly raised up and she kind of twisted to her right side.

“Oh….OH! Ahhhh, So good…so long….I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna CUMMMM!!!

And then she came. Hard. She wrapped her thighs around my head and I couldn’t move, couldn’t lick her anymore. But I rubbed her ass and let her finish her cum.

It took her a while to come down from her orgasm. She finally looked down at me and smiled. “That was awesome! Now it’s your turn. Switch.”

So we did. And she was a great cock sucker. She really enjoyed what she did. And for my first blow job, well, what can I say? It was much more than I had expected. I loved making Shirley cum, and of course loved making Jan cum, so I understood the joy Jan was having as she sucked my cock. But for me…it was much hotter and enjoyable than I would have imagined. I would often watch Shirley as she came and wonder what that would feel like. And now I was beginning to understand. Finally, I was pleading for Jan to make ME cum.

And then I came. And she didn’t release my cock. She took everything I had. And it was exquisite.

It takes old folks a lot longer to recover. And from an orgasm like that…the most intense orgasm of my life, I was worthless for a while, trying to catch my breath.

Jan slipped up next to me and we cuddled for a while. “How was it?” she asked.

“You had to ask?” I laughed. “Like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. You?”

“Well, I loved sucking your cock, but that orgasm you gave me? It was amazing. Shirley was right. You’re good.”

“So are you.”

This was only the second naked woman I had every touched, cuddled with, but it felt right. But I also knew she belonged to someone else. And I didn’t want to ruin that. But while we were cuddling, she was lightly stroking my cock, and believe it or not, it was responding. And she noticed.

“Again?” she asked.

“It doesn’t seem like I’m totally through.”

So she climbed up on me, in the 69 position, and lowered her pussy to my face and took my cock in her mouth. She came three more times before she got me off again.

When Shirley came she was very quiet. Jan was not. You could hear her orgasm building and she was not at all shy about expressing what she was feeling. With Shirley I would have to guess what she wanted. With Jan, I did not. She would eagerly tell me how I was doing and what she wanted. I loved that!

As I watched her get dressed I wondered if this would ever happen again.

My eyes shot fully open as I felt the head of his cock pop into my ass. I heard a loud moan as I felt him slip slowly, inch by agonizing inch, into me. It took me a moment to realize that it was me moaning as my eyes focused on the water in the clean, white bowl in front of my face.

I had snapped into full consciousness suddenly, but it still took a few moments for my brain to slip completely into gear and ask the most important questions: where the hell am I? Who is attached to the baseball bat sized cock that’s now starting to slowly fuck me?

The first question was relatively easy. I’ve never been fucked over a toilet before, but I’ve certainly used enough toilets to recognize the porcelain bowl I was leaning over. I’m not at home because my bathroom has a carpet floor, and I can feel that I’m kneeling on tile. Besides, I’m reasonably certain that I’m in a public toilet as I can feel the part in the front of the toilet seat digging into my stomach. Does anyone have a u-shaped toilet seat at home?

I still don’t remember how I got here, my head is screaming, and the world is swimming in front of my eyes. Still, I pick my head up for a moment to look and see who is behind me. I catch a glimpse of metal piping in front of my face, and graffitied, beige partition to my left. Definitely a public toilet. But, when I turn around, all I see is a huge, calloused hand. He had quickly moved his hand off my hip, and he pushed my face back into the toilet bowl before I could get a look at him.

I grunted as he slammed into me even harder now. His right hand still on my hip; his left hand now firmly holding my head on the toilet. Thankfully, he seemed content to let me rest my head on my forearms on the back of the toilet seat. The limited view I’d had of his hand, and the force that he was fucking me with left little doubt that he was strong enough to put my face in the water if he decided to do so.

I remember heading out to a bar earlier this evening. The bar was a couple blocks over from my hotel, but it had looked interesting enough to try having a couple drinks at. Besides, I never like hanging out in the hotel bar. You never know who’s around, and if I do get lucky, I don’t want word to filter back to the office that I’m using these trips to meet men.

The bar was dimly lit with a few tvs in the corners playing various sporting events. I remember picking a seat at a table in the corner, and sitting back with a bottle of beer to watch a football game. That’s where my memory starts to break down.

I remember being approached by a tall, muscular guy with short, dark, spiky hair. He was wearing a nice, blue striped shirt and khaki pants. He was exactly my type, physically, and I remember the impression that he was very friendly. I only remember bits and pieces of our conversation, but I definitely remember wondering why he was making such an effort to get me drunk as he bought shot after shot of tequila. I remember admiring his ass as he walked back to the bar for more shots one time, and wondering to myself how much longer he’d wait to invite me somewhere more quiet.

I hear myself moaning again as he’s fucking me. The water in the toilet is starting to slosh around he’s pounding into me so hard. He’s not moving quickly, just incredibly forcefully. He pulls out until just the very tip of his cock is still into me. Then, he slams into me in one move until I can feel his pubes grinding into my ass. He pushes so hard into me that I get the feeling that he would push his cock right out my belly button if he could. He twists his hips around a few times, grinding himself into me as hard as he could, then slowly, so incredibly slowly, he pulls out until just the tip was left in me again. He was constantly changing his rhythm. Sometimes I would gasp in surprise as he slammed back into me before he was done pulling all the way out. Other times, he would leave just the tip in me for so long that I couldn’t resist whimpering a little, wanting him back inside me.

I certainly couldn’t complain about his technique as he fucked me. He felt incredible. Now, if only I could remember who it was, I could really enjoy this. Well, I would enjoy this if I knew who he was, and if we were somewhere safer. I didn’t enjoy the thought of being caught like this in an unfamiliar bar that hadn’t even given off a vibe as a gay bar, though given the circumstances, some gay men obviously hooked up here. More importantly, I tried to keep my mind off the activity that usually took place on the toilet that my face was now mashed into. I’ve bent over a counter batman escort once or twice before, but never a toilet. I was usually so much smarter and more cautious about the guys that I let get into my pants.

I wouldn’t mind so much if I knew that it was the man in the blue shirt from the bar. I was certainly ready to let him fuck me even without him getting me this drunk. Or had i been drugged? I’ve never had my memory this trashed before. Was it Steve? No, Paul sounded right. Maybe Mike? God, I have no idea what his name is, if it’s even him. I felt like such a slut.

I felt his right hand running up my naked back as he fucks me, and I suddenly wonder where my clothes are. I can still feel my socks on my feet and up my calves, but I don’t think that I am wearing anything else. I don’t even feel my shoes. I gasp as he pounds into me particularly violently, and I struggle to remember what happened to my tie. I liked that tie.

I don’t remember anything between doing tequila shots with… let’s call him Steve… and having his cock in my ass. Based on the slight taste left in my mouth, I assume I sucked him at some point tonight. At least I hope it was the guy fucking me and I haven’t acted like even more of a slut than I realize.

Shit, I hope he’s wearing a condom. I don’t let guys fuck me bare, but I don’t even remember him taking my pants off, I certainly don’t remember getting a condom onto him. I’ve never hoped that a guy went through my pockets without my permission before, but if he had, he at least would have found the condom I always keep in my back pocket when I go out.

He’s been fucking me for what feels like hours now. He must be close. How the hell am I going to get him to pull out. It’s still risky, but it’s at least slightly better than letting him cum inside me bare, isn’t it?

I felt his weight shift as he put both his hands on my shoulders and leaned down over me. He wasn’t really fucking me anymore. More like grinding into my ass, his cock all the way inside me, as he leaned down far enough to whisper into my ear. I could feel his hot breathe on my cheek as I hear, “does it turn you on to know that I’m going to cum in your ass?”

I did my best to shake my head. I was still too drunk to trust that words would come out properly.

He chuckled in my ear for a moment as he continued to grind into me. “Oh really? So this slut does have boundaries after all. You’re willing to bend over in a public toilet for a guy you just met, but you draw the line at letting me cum inside you?”

His cock picked that moment to find a particularly good spot in my ass, and I just moaned.

“Ok then, so you don’t want me cumming inside you.” He pulled out and slammed all the way into me. “Does it turn you on to know that you don’t have a choice?”

I whimpered as I realized that he was right. He felt like a bodybuilder. I probably didn’t stand a chance under the best of circumstances. There was no way I could fight him off from this position while I was still so drunk or drugged or whatever.

“Please?” I managed to croak out.

I felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as he just laughed again and resumed fucking me.

“Please.” He just kept fucking me. Faster now, clearly getting ready to cum. What would get his attention? “I… want to feel you… on my ass. Please”

He just laughed again. “Pull out of this sweet ass just to cum up your back? Not a shot.”

Terror swept through me. Sure, maybe I’ve been a bit slutty over the years, but I always play safe. I’m obsessive about not letting guys into me unless they’re wearing a condom. I know one time is probably no big deal, and he’s already in me bare, but I was drunk and emotional. I slumped down into the toilet, going limp. “Please,” I almost sobbed. “Anywhere else.”

My heart leapt as I heard, “fine. I wouldn’t want to be accused of forcing you or anything.” My heart quickly sunk back down as his next words came out, “I guess I could be convinced to pull out if you really like to take it on your face.”

I hate cum on my face. It always feels so demeaning, and it’s impossible to clean off. The most recent guy who’d done it to me had shot straight into my eyes. It burned like hell. Asshole. I can’t let… Steve… cum inside me bare though. A little pain and humiliation is better than HIV or hepatitis.

“Fine, yes. You can cum on my face.”

He didn’t even break his rhythm as he kept fucking me. “Like I said, I can be convinced if you really like it on your face. You’ll have escort batman to do better than that.”

He was only pulling part way out now before grinding back into me. He was fucking me fast and hard, and his breathing was getting heavier and heavier. I was running out of time. “Please sir. I want to watch you cum. I want to see that massive cock finishing for me. I want to feel you all over my face. I would do anything to feel your cum on my face.”

The world was still fuzzy and swimming in front of my eyes, but the thought of him cumming in me bare was sobering me up fast. The horror of having to explain a positive test to my wife was like a shot of ice water directly to my brain. I can understand how people lift cars off of babies now.

He didn’t answer me. He just grabbed my hair and pulled me back off the toilet. I felt my ass gape as he pulled out. He used my hair as a handle to spin me around and put me on my knees in front of him. I felt the cold porcelain of the front of the toilet digging into my back. The tiles under my knees now damp from my sweat.

I was face to face with his penis. I caught a glimpse of the odd, cherry red color of his cock before my eyes slammed shut. I was still too drunk for my stomach to handle that spin maneuver, so I shut my eyes and concentrated all my effort on not puking on this guys crotch.

My drunken brain finally registered what that bizarre color on his cock had been as I felt him drop the used condom on my forehead. I didn’t even care about how I was going to have to clean my hair; all I could feel was the slimy part of the condom draped down the middle of my forehead. He’s been essentially raping a guy drugged or drunk into submission in a public toilet, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s an asshole. At least he wasn’t in me bare like I’d feared.

I hear him grunt loudly, simultaneous with a thick rope of cum splattering up over my nose, my right eyelid, and surely back into my hair. He grunts again. Another rope of cum lands further down the right side of my face, on my cheek and forehead. By the fourth or fifth grunt, I feel the tip of my cock running along my upper lip as he gives me a cum moustache. Again, asshole.

He pushed his cock between my lips as much as he could. I knew what he wanted, but I was done pleasuring this ass. His cum is cooling all over my face and in my hair, I can’t open my eyes because there’s cum on my eyelids, I feel his slimy, used condom across my forehead, and all I can taste on his cock is the latex and lube from the condom. He’s lucky I’m avoiding puking on him, there’s no way I’ll be sucking his cock any more.

He gives up after a minute, and I hear the stall door open. I reach up to rub the cum out of my eyes so I can open them, but he is gone by the time I can see anything. He didn’t even say goodbye. I feel so… used.

I shakily get to my feet, and I can see myself through the open stall door in the mirror above the sinks. I’m a mess. Naked, with cum all over my face, and an obviously used, cherry red condom draped across my forehead and back into my hair. My ass is sore and still gaping slightly, my face feels revolting, and I just want to go home.

I look around for my clothes and find my white undershirt, my grey pants, and my black shoes scattered all over the floor of the bathroom. I have no idea how we didn’t get caught with the amount of noise we were making and my clothes all over the place. The pockets have been emptied on my pants. My cell phone, wallet, and keys were all gone. I didn’t even care at this point. I just wanted to go home. My nice shirt, boxers, and tie were nowhere to be seen. I really liked that tie.

I did my best to use the sink and paper towels to wipe the cum off my face. I got my face reasonably clean, but my hair was hopeless. I just had to move quickly through the bar and back to my hotel room to get the rest of the way cleaned up. The bar was dark, and it must be night time outside by now, so I had some hope. The brightly lit hotel lobby would be humiliating, but there wasn’t much I could do about that at this point.

I steadied myself against the door for a moment. Then, I pulled it open and stepped out into the bar. Immediately, I could see that something was wrong.

The man in the blue shirt was nowhere to be seen. No one else was at the bar or at the tables either. All the tvs were off, and the place was almost deserted. There were two hulking bouncers standing at the door with their arms crossed. Between the bouncers was a large, older batman escort bayan white guy. Where the bouncers looked like pure muscle, he looked like he hadn’t seen a gym a day in his life. He was probably 6 inches shorter than the bouncers, but still taller than me. He glowered at me as I walked toward the door.

My heart sunk lower and lower into my stomach as he stared me down. I knew what was coming, my face burning with shame. He just silently stared me down as I got closer and closer to him. He was rooted to the spot, not moving out of my way. I stopped, two feet away from him with no way to get by him and the bouncers. Then, I heard the two most terrifying words I’ve ever heard in my life.

“Have fun?”

I stared at his feet with no idea what to say. My ass still sore and the room still spinning from the drinks. I had cleaned myself as best as I could, but I still felt like I had hot cum all over my face as he stared at me. I had thrown the condom away, but I felt like I could still feel its slime cooling across my forehead.

“Nothing to say for yourself? A gay hooker’s been working my bar for months now. Harassing my customers, fucking up my bathroom, getting me in trouble with the cops. You wouldn’t have any idea about that either, would you?”

Hooker? Months? I’ve only been in town for a few days, and I certainly didn’t get paid for what had happened back there. I looked at him and shakily said, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh really? So you weren’t just fucking in my bathroom?”

I stared at his feet again, my face burning in shame. I mumbled something so incoherently and quietly that even I didn’t know what I was trying to say. I flinched as his hand came out toward my face. He didn’t hit me though. Instead, he reached a finger out and ran it along my hairline. When he pulled it back, we could both clearly see the glob of cum on the tip of his finger.

Each bouncer silently plopped a massive hand on each of my shoulders, and I fell to my knees in front of them. I could feel the tears running down my face as I looked up at what was clearly the owner from on my knees. He had his phone in his hand, dialing what I could only assume was the police.

“Please.” I begged. “Please don’t call the police.”

The phone was at his ear. My life flashed before my eyes. My wife finding out, getting fired from my job, my friends and family hearing it reported that I was accused (even falsely) of being a prostitute.

“Yes, this is Mr. O’Neil of O’Neil’s bar and grill. I’d like to report that I’ve made a citizens arrest. Sure, I’ll hold.”

“Please,” I sobbed. “I’ll do anything.”

The owner just raised his eyebrows at me as he reached to the front of his pants and lowered his zipper. The phone was still up to his ear as he said, “you have until I’m off hold to convince me.”

I crawled across the floor to him and lowered his pants to his ankles. His hard cock fell out of his pants and onto my face. He tasted musky as I took him into my mouth as enthusiastically as I’ve ever sucked a cock in my life. He wasn’t my type at all, and he smelled like he hadn’t had a shower all day, but unemployment and divorce were even less my type.

I hadn’t been sucking him for more than a few moments when I heard him on the phone again. “Yes? No, it looks like I actually don’t have anything to report now. Yes, it looks like he’s decided to pay up. I apparently just needed you to scare him a bit. Thanks for that. Oh yes, it looks like he has a long night ahead of him, but I think we’ll be able to solve this as private citizens.”

My heart sunk as I heard about my “long night.” I just wanted to go home. I tried to concentrate on the cock in my mouth, but I couldn’t help noticing the bouncers lowering the blinds and starting to rub their own crotches.

I heard him on the phone above me again after a long pause, and the gravity of my situation really began to hit home. “Yes, of course you can come by anytime tonight, officer. I’d be happy to have him do some work for you or any of your squad. Of course I’ll call back if he decides to resist any more. Let me know when you’re going to drop by, and I’ll have him ready.”

I tried to focus on the taste in my mouth, his gray pubic hair in front of my face, the bead of sweat starting to trickle down his inner thigh. Anything but the situation I was in.

I felt his hands on my head when he hung up the phone. “It looks like you’ve convinced me. You’ll be repaying me and my staff for all the trouble you’ve caused. I’d move quickly too if I were you. I’ve heard that Officer Daniel and his squad can be quite vicious when they catch a whore like you. Do you understand?”

I tried to ignore the now naked bouncers on either side of me and the terrifying thought of what was in store for me as I redoubled my efforts on the owner’s cock.

I was living in Tennessee when I met Julie, an artist that ran the local art museum. Julie was attracted to me but I gently told her that I was gay. She took it well and told that her 20-year-old son, Joseph, believed that he was gay. She asked me to meet him and talk to him about his sexuality.

Joseph was a beautiful young man, short, slim and dark haired. He was a budding musician of great promise and looked forward to a career as a composer and musician. He was a charming, intelligent young man.

We met at his mom’s house and talked for some time. He was happy to talk to an older gay man and I told him my story and what it was like to come out. Joseph talked very openly about his attraction to men. It was refreshing to meet a young man unafraid of his sexuality.

We became good friends and it was hard not to be attracted to Joseph. I was bit nervous about getting so close to such a young man but Julie was not concerned and told me she was not afraid of our close friendship.

Julie let him visit me one morning at my apartment and we spent the day talking about music, being gay and everything hatay escort else under the sun. It was great to mentor a young gay man, but it was hard not to be attracted to this splendid young man. His sparkling blue eyes and beautiful body turned me on terribly. He said he really wanted to come out and I urged him to look for someone his own age, but deep in my heart I was attracted to the possibility of bringing him out.

We held hands a few times during his visit and when he left I gently kissed him goodbye. He left with a big smile and I was torn over my attraction. I finally went to Julie and told her what we talked about. She listened calmly and told me that Joseph had told her how close he was getting to me.

I told her I was not looking to be his first gay lover because of his age and she listened and looked deeply into my eyes. She kissed me gently and after a few moments told me that if something happened to please be gentle and not hurt Joseph. I was very surprised, but she told me that she trusted me and she wanted her son to be at peace about his life, and if that hatay escort bayan meant coming out with me then it was fine with her. She kissed me again and asked me to be gentle if anything happened.

The next afternoon Joseph came to my apartment and we held hands and talked. I put on some soft music to help us both relax and Joseph told me he wanted to come out and find out for sure if he was gay. I was excited about bringing this lovely boy out, and I gently kissed him and took him in my arms. We kissed deeply, and with a soft sigh I felt him surrender to me.

We held each other for several minutes and then I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. We slowly undressed and I took his slim naked body in my arms, tenderly running my hands over his smooth skin. He was a little nervous at first but he slowly began to touch me too and I told him not to be afraid about touching me.

His beautiful slim cock was hard as a rock as I lowered him into bed. We lay side by side as I kissed his mouth, his eyes, his nose…I told him to relax and breathe deeply as I began kissing escort hatay him all the way down his chest and belly. His skin was so smooth and unblemished, so unlike my soft body hair and scars from war. I took his balls in my mouth as I ran my hands all over his body.

I ran my lips through his dark cock hair and ran my tongue up his vein. He groaned in pleasure as I ran my lips up and down his cock. My lips tenderly caressed his smooth cock head and I slid my mouth over his pulsing rod. I ran my mouth down his cock, sliding it slowly down the hard shaft. He cried out, sliding his cock into my mouth as I caressed it with my tongue. He came hard, crying out as he filled my mouth with his hot, delicious nectar.

I kissed him tenderly letting him taste himself in my mouth. He was so happy to find out how wonderful sex was and I gathered him into my arms and caressed his slim body. I let him jerk me off and I came powerfully all over his stomach.

We rested for a while and talked about what had just happened. He was so blown away by finally having sex with another man and how great it was to know for sure that he was gay. He relaxed on my arms as I caressed his sweet body.

Joseph and I enjoyed each other several times before I moved to a new job. He is now the conductor with the local symphony and has a husband named Alex that he loves very much. I will always remember that beautiful afternoon.

Part 1

The rain was coming down hard. So hard that I considered getting off the road and staying at a motel until it died down. Which looked like it wasn’t going to be soon. I had been driving on the road for about three hours now with about three hours still left on the trip. The trip was from Los Angeles to San Francisco to visit my sister. Who had just given birth to my first nephew. Since I was scared of flying, I chose to drive up North. It was the first time I had driven to San Francisco and honestly I was a bit nervous.

Using my phone I looked up a motel to stay at. Thankfully, one was close by. The Neon Nights Motel. I headed off the highway and drove down the nearly empty street. The roads were flooded everywhere, but thankfully the road to the motel wasn’t too bad. It had a giant purple and blue neon sign that read Neon Nights Motel. I drove into the parking lot and turned off the engine in front of the lobby. My car was the only one in the parking lot, which made me wonder if it was even open.

I covered myself with my coat and headed into the lobby. Inside, it was nice and warm, but empty. Now, I was really wondering if it was open. But seeing as the door was unlocked it clearly was open. It made me wonder if a murder happened or something like that. I went to the counter and rang the bell. A few seconds later, the clerk walked out. He was a young guy, in his early twenties. Short brown hair, thin frame, tall. About six feet in height, but not taller than me. I stood at six feet two inches.

“Hello, sir,” the man said in his soft voice, “It’s really coming down out there, huh?”

A flash of lighting flickered through the room followed by a roar of thunder that shook the building. “Yeah, it really is. I wasn’t expecting it to be this bad.”

“It is an odd storm. They say it’s something that only happens every hundred years or something.”

“It certainly looks like a Roland Emmerich flick out there.”

The young man laughed. “So, overnight stay, sir?” I gave him a nod. “Alright, you can pick whatever room. They are all empty.”

“Really?” I said in shock, “You guys get a bad review or what?”

He shook his head, “No, the last person left today. It’s been pretty dead since.”

“I guess, I’ll take room one,” the man gave me the key to the room and I gave him the money to pay for it. Before I left, I turned to him and said, “What’s your name?”

“Oh, Christopher, but you can call me Chris.”

I smiled and said, “My name is Russel, nice to meet you, Chris. I hope you can get a good night’s sleep.”

“Same to you, Russel.”

I walked inside the room soaking wet carrying one of my suitcases. A shower was probably the smart thing to do. The last thing I wanted was to get to my sister’s with a cold. Speaking of her, I had to text her and tell her I was going to be coming late. Quickly, I sent her a text and she immediately replied saying, “Okay, be safe.”

With that out of the way, I removed my wet clothes and headed into the bathroom to shower.

I put on some new clothes and laid down on the bed. The rain was still coming down hard with flashes of thunder and roars of thunder. It made me wonder if I would be able to sleep at all. I turned on the tv and the second I did that, a flash of lightning happened and then the power went out.

“Great,” I said. Annoyed. This night was going terrible. I had to sit in traffic for like an hour because it was a weekend. Then a once in a century storm had to hit California. Which was actually a good thing since California was in a drought. I sighed and got off the bed then went to the window. Looking outside, it was dark, really dark. The only light came from the flashes of lightning. When the flashes happened it showed me the road flooding. I turned away and reached for my phone and saw an alert. A flash flood watch was in effect.

Because the night could only get worse, as I checked my phone I felt water against my feet. The water was coming in from the bottom of the door. “Crap!” I said. I grabbed my shoes and put them on. The moment I got my bag, I heard a knock on the door. Quickly, I went to it and muğla escort saw through the peephole that it was Chris.

I opened the door and he said, “Hey, Russel. The area is getting flooded. Seeing as you’re the only person here, I was wondering if you wanted to take shelter in the lobby?”

“Oh? That would be great, thank you.” I grabbed my duffel bag and followed Chris to the lobby. The lobby was a bit raised compared to the rest of the motel rooms.

Inside the lobby, I took off my soaked shoes and sat down on the small sofa. “So, this night went to shit real fast.”

Chris laughed, “I’m sorry to hear that, Russel. I’ll try to make it better for you.”

“Unless you can make the rain go away, I doubt you can make my night any better.”

“Try me,” before our conversation could continue, we both noticed water seeping through the bottom of the door into the lobby rug.

“Oh, wow! That is coming in fast.”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

“Upstairs? This place has an upstairs?” I followed Chris into the back room where there was a short staircase that led up to the second floor.

“It’s where we keep some of our extra stuff that we can’t store somewhere else. Plus, I have a bed up here so when I decided to sleep in.”

The second floor had boxes everywhere with a mattress on the floor and a single lobby chair. Chris turned on a portable lamp and said, “Have a seat, wherever you want. You can even go to sleep if you want.”

I sit down on the mattress and say, “I doubt that, the thunder alone won’t let me sleep. Plus the worry of waking up in water.”

“I doubt the water will make it up here,” He sat down on the chair across from the bed and lit a candle. “So, where were you heading?”

“Up North. Heading to see my sister in San Francisco. She just had a baby,” I popped out the phone and showed him a picture of my nephew.

“Oh, how adorable.”

“What about you? How long have you been working at this motel?”

“Five years now, it’s my dad’s place. But he’s out of town, leaving me to tend to the whole place myself.”

“It’s a good thing that the place is small.”

“And aside from you, no business,” we both laughed.

He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and said, “You want some?”

“Sure,” I said.

Chris poured whiskey into two cups and handed me one. I grabbed it and held it up, “To a shitty night,” he laughed and both of our glasses clinked and we drank. He took a sip while I downed the whole drink.

“Wow, you really needed that. Here’s another.”

As the night continued, Chris and I drank some more whiskey while getting to know one another. I had explained to him that I was a lawyer from a mid level law firm in Los Angeles. He was in college while working at this motel.

I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol but I was still in control of my actions. Most of them at least. Chris then threw me a curve ball when he asked, “So, I take it you don’t have a wife?”

I smiled, “No, I was going to marry this girl from high school but she left me at the altar.”

“Ouch,” he said, pouring more whiskey into my glass, “You need that.”

“Thanks. Yeah, we had been together for five years and were finally going to get married, but she clearly had second thoughts. But my friends say I’m young and can still find someone.”

“How old?”

“36. And you? 22?”

“23.”

“Don’t rush into a marriage, that’s a piece of advice I can give you,” I took a sip from the whiskey glass and said, “How about you? Anyone special in your life?”

“No, I have yet to meet a man I’d like to marry.”

“A man? So you’re gay. That’s cool.”

“It’s something I normally don’t tell anyone. Not even my dad.”

“So why me? I’m a stranger.”

“I don’t know. It felt like we’re bonding, felt like we had gotten to know one another pretty well.”

I shrugged, “You got a point there. I’ll probably never see you after I leave this place. So, I’ll keep your secret.”

“Thanks,” Chris laughed, “Have you ever done anything with a guy?”

I shook my head, “Nah, I’ve only mingled with women. What muğla escort bayan about you? Only men?”

“Yes, very satisfied men.”

“Satisfied men? Are you telling me that you’re that good?”

A smirk could be seen on his face, “Yeah, I’ve had men tell me that I’ve sucked them better than any women.”

I drank the rest of my whiskey and stared at the empty glass, “I don’t know if it’s the whiskey or curiosity, but I’m willing to take you up on that?”

“On what?”

“Show me if you’re better than a woman,” Chris was taken back by my bold statement. As was I. I never would have thought that I would be asking a man to suck my dick. But here I was, in the storage room of a motel on a stormy night.

“Or you don’t have to. I was just messing around.”

Chris smiled, “I’m down,” He got off the chair and got down on all fours and crawled to me. With his hands on my knees he parted them open and slowly they slid down my thighs. Blood began to flow to my member. His hands undid my pants and opened up the flaps, his hand rubbed against my crotch. “I see someone aroused,” he said.

I smiled, “Maybe.”

I lifted my bottom up for him to pull down my pants down to my ankles. Just in my grey boxer briefs, Chris continued to rub my member. When I was fully erect Chris opened up my underwear and took out my cock. My cock was about seven inches in length with a girth of six inches. It was thick. His soft hands wrapped around the shaft and slowly pulled back the foreskin to reveal my rose colored tip. A bead of precum was right at the entrance of my peehole as he hovered his mouth over the tip. He looked up at me and stuck out his tongue and slowly placed it on the tip. Then his lips slowly closed around it and went down.

While his hand stroked my member his mouth worshipped my cock. And when I say worshipped, I mean worshipped. The way he worked my cock was something I had never experienced. I’ve had plenty of blowjobs in the past but this was something else. Maybe it was true that gay men sucked cock better than women.

My back and head were on the bed as Chris continued to pleasure my cock. Moans fled my mouth and filled the room. I was so lost in ecstasy that I had forgotten about the storm outside.

I nearly lurched forward when he held my cock deep in his throat. This was something entirely new to me. None of the girls I had been with gave me one of these. It was glorious. Chris released my cock from the confines of his throat and continued to slobber all over my cock. The way he worked my cock was something artistic. Jolts of pleasure shot through my body as he continued to pleasure my cock. His hand twisted up and down my thick shaft while his mouth slurped on the tip of my cock. My head was tilted back staring up at the ceiling. Moans continued to come out of my mouth, sometimes being louder than the thunder outside.

My eyes had rolled back into my head as he sped up using both his hand and mouth to pleasure my cock. I was close. So close that I muttered out, “I’m coming,” but he didn’t hear me. Something told me he didn’t care that I was about to cum in his mouth. I was about to repeat myself when my hands grabbed the sheets of the mattress as I let out a loud moan. My cum began to shoot out of my shaft and splattered against the walls of his mouth. As I fired everything, he continued to stroke and slurp on my cock.

When I was done filling him with my seed, Chris swallowed my load while he continued to stroke my cock, “So was I better than any of the girls you’ve been with?” He had a grin on his face.

I nodded, “Yeah, that was amazing.”

“I’m glad you are satisfied,” he slowly stroked my cock, causing more precum to leak out, “I’d love to have this cock in my ass.”

I smiled, “I wouldn’t say no,” the girls I had been with never let me do anal. So this would be a fun experience. I was already committed at this point. I didn’t care if he was a guy.

Chris stood up and removed his shirt then he undid his pants and removed them. He wore white briefs for a few seconds before removing them, showing his slim body escort muğla to me. Next, he climbed on top of me and mounted me. Spit fell into his hand from my mouth and he used it to stroke my member. Then, he guided my cock into his hole. The tip entered and immediately I felt resistance as his hole was so tight. But that didn’t stop him from pushing it deeper.

The tip of my cock stopped at his prostate, this was indicated by a moan he let out. Slowly, Chris moved his pelvis up and down causing my cock to slide inside of him. It felt amazing. I never knew that an asshole would feel so amazing. It was so tight and warm.

Chris showed his experience as he sped up and the mattress began to move against the wall. Thankfully we were alone. Moans filled the room once again. His head was tilted back as he rode my cock. My hands naturally fell onto his buttcheeks and held on as he continued to ride me.

I couldn’t believe I was fucking a man. And enjoying it. I had plenty of sex with women in the past and honestly, a pussy alwasy felt good. But this was a whole new experience. He gave me probably the best blowjob I had ever received and now was riding me like a cowboy.

Chris’s eyes were staring right into mine as the speed of his thrusting had sped up. The way he moved his pelvis was magical. Once again my eyes were rolling back into my skull as I got lost in pleasure. Loud moans would leave his mouth when my cock rubbed against his prostate.

Chris was now at full speed and control. My hands were glued to his buttcheeks as he moved his pelvis up and down on my cock. I was completely lost to his pleasure hole. And really close to climax again. I didn’t think I would be able to cum again, but Chris had a goal. To make me cum again.

Our breathing and moans were in sync. I convulsed and titled my head back as the first load fired out. I let out a long “I’m cumming” while doing so. Once again I fired my load into his body. I was surprised I was able to fire again, let alone a hefty load like that. When I was finished, a satisfied gasp left my mouth.

When I was done firing my seed into him. Chris looked down at me while his hand went behind him and gathered some of my cum onto his finger. It had been leaking out from the amount I had released. He brought the cum covered finger to his mouth and said, “I hope you leave a satisfying review.”

I smiled, “I think I will.”

The next morning, I woke up to see the rain had finally stopped. I was on the bed in my underwear with Chris tucked under my arm. His head was resting on my bare chest. He too was only in his briefs. At least the intense rain had tapered off which meant I could leave. But I also had to consider if my car had any damage from the flood.

I turn to look at Chris peacefully sleeping on my chest. I didn’t want to disturb him so I just stared up to the ceiling. Last night I was drunk, but I still remember everything and I know the alcohol did play a factor into my decision to have sex with him, but I don’t regret it. It was something new and honestly fun. I don’t know if I would ever do it again. But it definitely would be something that I will always remember.

Chris woke up and I looked down to him, “Good morning.”

His hand went up from my stomach to my chest, “Good morning, I see the rain has died down.”

“Yup, I’m hoping my car can still run.”

Chris frowned, “And if it can’t?”

“I guess I might have to stay another night.”

I rose from the bed to put my clothes on. Chris did the same. Together we went down stairs and saw the lobby no longer had water. Thankfully, that meant the roads were no longer rivers. I grabbed my coat and headed to my car.

Inside my car, I turned the key and after a few tries the car did turn on. Thankfully it wasn’t damaged.

Chris was standing outside, “Well I guess I gotta go.”

I grabbed my single duffle bag and put it back in the car.

“I’m sorry that your stay here involved getting flooded,” Chris said.

I smiled, “You made the night better. Thank you for the hospitality.”

“Have a safe drive, I probably won’t see you again.”

I was inside the car already, ready to pull out, “Well, I do have to come back down. So maybe, I’ll stop by,” I winked. Then I put the car in reverse and drove off of the parking lot.

A smile was on my face as I looked at the motel from the rearview mirror. I was definitely going to come back.

The following week arrived and went fairly uneventfully. Well, other than the fact that my feet didn’t touch the ground until Thursday or so.

Joann and I did manage to meet up at the apartments gym but she was way behind on her work after her breakup and I had several projects to focus on at work. As we were working out a couple of stair climbers to nowhere I asked her if she wanted to hang with me and some friends Friday night.

“Sure,” she said. “Especially if its anything like last Friday night!”

We both laughed at our little secret and that gleam returned to Joann’s eyes. I felt flush all over my chest and face and it wasn’t from the workout! After our workout I told her I would call her tomorrow and we went our separate ways.

I soaked the day away with one of my world famous lavender baths. I reflected on last Friday nights debauchery. I smiled and sighed as I felt my nipples harden at the thought of it all. Thinking or the barriers I had crossed seemed to get my juices flowing again.

I grabbed my waterproof vibe that was always near my tub. It was multispeed but for now I left it on low speed and slowly lowered it to my now excited clit.

My free hand involuntarily went up to my left nipple. Feeling the hardness there, my mind flashed back to Joann’s nipples. The feeling of them in my hands incredible. In my mouth indescribable. The fact that I could flick them with my tongue was a captivating thought. They had to be twice the size of mine! I loved mine even more now thanks to her.

I skillfully fired the vibrator to a higher level with one hand and slowly slid it down between my lips and into my pussy. I closed my eyes to see Joann’s entire hand inside me up to her wrist. Never had I been penetrated so completely. I never would have believed I could be penetrated like that.

The vibe found my G-spot and I instantly saw stars before my closed lids. I enjoyed the moment. After the climax subsided I stood up to towel myself off. Looking at my naked body in the full length mirror next to the tub I couldn’t believe how horny I still was.

As I wrapped my hair in a towel it occurred to me that prior to last weekend I hadn’t had sex in several months. As a matter of fact I had neglected to even take but a few solo missions.

The past week at work had been rigorous but every night I had rediscovered myself and my toy closet. I had come every night and sailed through the week without to much stress.

Feeling very refreshed from my workout and my bath (or maybe it was my orgasm) I slid into some luxuriant silk jammies and headed for the living room.

I had several reports to review before tomorrows third and final presentation of the week. If we made this deal my place in the company would be set. If not I hated to think what would happen to the local branch. A lot was riding on this potential sale.

Maceo was not a happy cat. Due to my busy schedule this week he had been mostly ignored. He scooted up next to me on the couch and lay down against my leg. Not even looking at me.

I grabbed a remote and turned on the stereo. I got back up to grab a beer and Maceo looked at me like he was disgusted. He stood up and leapt off the couch. I watched him saunter down the hallway.

The CD player was on random and as Neil Young faded Sonic Youth cam on.

I returned to my work taking a long draw off the green bottle of Rolling Rock. I studied stats and figures and options until the numbers started to swim.

I got up turned everything off and headed for the bathroom. I peed, wiped and took off my jammies. Before last week I had never slept naked. Except when I shared my bed with a man. Now though, I didn’t want anything in my way. I probably fucked myself more in the last week than I had in the last year! And that’s including the men I’d been with. It truly had been one fuck of a week I thought to myself.

I slid into bed and turned off the lights. Closing my eyes Joann’s body entered my mind sight. Behind closed lids she was playing with herself. I noticed that everything she did I was doing to myself. My left hand was pinching a nipple. My right had dibs on my clit. Joann was a mirror image and I wondered who was leading who.

Both hands drifted down to our pussies. Frustratingly it wasn’t enough. I reached for my jelly dong van escort on the night stand. It was pink about eight inches and way more man than I had ever slept with in my life.

Returning to my wet swollen pussy lips I noticed my imaginary Joann had a toy too. I also noticed it was much bigger than mine.

I watched Jo insert that enormous cock into her pussy stretching it wide. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. At the same time the balls of my dong bottomed out on my ass. Holy shit, I hadn’t even realized I’d penetrated myself. I was that wrapped up in Jo’s activities.

My pussy was stuffed full and getting fucked good while I watched Jo get more of the same. Her face was ecstatic. So full of lust. Still thumbing my clit as I fucked myself I quickly rushed toward another orgasm. As I came I screamed out Jo’s name. And I heard her calling mine too. Very strange. Very satisfying too.

I drifted of to sleep.

I awoke early the next morning by rolling over into a cold wet spot. My own of course. I took a quick shower, got into those god damned hose and the rest of my clothes and headed off to work. Last nights adventure forgotten.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Jo Jo.”

“Hey, J, how did the presentation go?”

“Well, my boss said I knocked it out of the park. And everybody was hugging me and high fiving me after the clients left.”

“J, that’s great! Are you gonna go out and celebrate tonight?”

“Oh hell yeah, I’m gonna party like a rock star,” I laughed. “Anyway, I got the last half of the day off and I went shopping, come on over in a while. I got you something too,” I said.

“Okay, how about 7:00,” she asked.

“Sounds good, now I’m off to take one of Jen’s world famous lavender baths,” I giggled.

“Mmmmm that sounds delicious. Maybe you could give me one some time!”

“Definitely,” I purred.

“Okay, then I’ll see you around 7:00.”

“Can’t wait,” I told her before we hung up.

“Doors unlocked,” I yelled.

“What’s up, J,” Jo asked.

“Come on,” I answered, leading her down the hallway towards my bedroom.

“Ooooo I like this already,” she laughed.

“Shut up, slut!” We both laughed. It was good to carry on a somewhat normal friendship I wasn’t looking for a relationship. And I surely didn’t think I was ready to jump the fence and join the other team.

Figuring I was about to be up for a big promotion I had spent way to much money on outfits for the both of us.

“Oh, J, you shouldn’t have,” she exclaimed. She held up the white and black paisley lace shirt. I handed her the super short black stretch mini and she looked at me. “Can I even squeeze into this?”

I laughed and pulled out a very sexy matching bra and panty set for her that I had picked up at Victoria’s Secret.

“Oh shit,” I said, “here.” I handed her a glass of wine. “I hope you like it.” I took the other glass and we toasted in silence.

“Mmmmm, it’s perfect,” was all she said.

Smiling, I suggested we start getting ready for the night out. I had known that I didn’t need to do all these things for Joann, but last Friday ended up being as much about me as it had been about her. Besides, I figured it would be another excuse to get to see her naked!

Jo’s clothes were on the floor in a pile with her panties on top. Maceo crawled out from under the bed and curled up right on top of those panties.

“Look ,J, it would seem your not the only one in this apartment who wants in my panties,” she laughed. She’d seen me staring at her naked body as we dressed and now she winked at me knowingly.

She looked just as good in her clothes as she had out of them and I was glad I’d gotten her something so revealing. We left Maceo sleeping in Jo’s panties and headed for the living room. I called a cab while Jo poured us both another glass of wine. We drank wine and kissed while waiting for our chariot to arrive and whisk us away to my favorite hangout.

As we entered the smokey confines of JEN-ERICS Pub hand in hand I dragged Jo back to our normal spot where some of my friends were already imbibing.

Eric called me up to sing but I waved him off. I needed to introduce Jo to everyone. Besides, he always calls me Jenna, he knows that gets my goat but his wife’s name is Jen too so in order escort van to avoid confusion he always uses my full first name.

Drinks were on the way. A glass of wine for Jo and a UV Blue and lemonade for me. Finally, we all settled in to catch up on each others week. The group accepted Jo like she’s been one of us forever. I felt good about that. And it was obvious at least a couple of the guys had their eyes on her.

We all took turns singing until Jo was the only one left to hit the stage. After some serious coercing she finally got on stage but she wouldn’t tell us what she was going to sing.

She sung a very sultry version of “Shadowboxer” by Fiona Apple. She was oozing sex by the end of the song and everyone there went nuts. Her eyes never left mine while she sang the song. I was hypnotized and wet. And for the second time trembling in her presence.

Others in the crowd took their turns as did some from our group but no one could hold a candle to Joann that night. She sang Joan Osborne and Janis Joplin too. Was there anything this woman couldn’t do I wondered.

Needless to say none of us could remember when we’d had so much fun.

Guys were hitting on Joann all night and she genuinely seemed to be having the time of her life. She danced the night away with anyone who asked. She did a sexy grind on me and I could feel her wetness on my thigh. We danced and partied the night away right into the early morning.

At last call I called us a cab and we enjoyed our last drink and said our goodbyes for the night.

We left the bar just as we’d entered, hand in hand and climbed into our cab. We kissed the whole ride home. Our driver was seriously distracted the whole way home. When we got to my apartment he told us not to worry about the fare but we tipped him well anyway.

I fumbled for my keys somehow managed to get the lock open and we fell through the door laughing about the cabbies obvious astonishment. I threw my shit on the table and headed for the kitchen.

Coming back into the living room I saw Joann rubbing herself lewdly through her silk G-string. Opening her eyes she patted the couch next to her. I grinned, sat down and handed her a beer.

We sat there enjoying our beers for the moment when Joann began to unbutton her black and white lace blouse. With her thumb and forefinger she gracefully unfastened her bra in the front and proceeded to spill between her swollen breasts.

“Oh my,” I said having watched all of this lustily, “you seem to have had a little accident. Can I help you with that?”

Before waiting for an answer I leaned in to lick the spilled beer pooled in her navel then all the way up to her neck. The beer mixed with her sweat and perfume to create a heady mix that was only rivaled, I knew, by the taste of her pussy.

Unable to control myself now, I placed my hands on her shoulders. In one easy move I slid her blouse and bra off her shoulders and pushed her onto her back on the couch. Not removing her blouse all the way left Joann with her arms trapped at her sides. This was okay because I wanted to have my way with Jo tonight. Not that she minded but I do like to be in control sometimes.

“I’ve barely been able to concentrate this week thanks to you,” I whispered into her ear.

I gently straddled her and my miniskirt slid right up my ass allowing me to grind against her. I worked my way from her ear down her neck then back up to kiss her full on the lips. I bit her lower lip playfully and moved back down to her other ear.

“Seeing how you’ve distracted me for a whole week I think it’s only fair that I return the favor,” I told her.

A soft whimper escaped her lips as if she was enjoying being a little submissive. Her eyes were closed and her breath was ragged.

“You see, I know last weekend you were a naughty little girl, weren’t you?”

“Uh huh,” she breathed.

“You seduced a sweet little girl who came over to be with you in your time of need didn’t you?”

“Y-Yes…I…I’m so sorry,” she said in a sexy little girl voice.

I had role played with men in the past and even by myself but hearing that little girl voice sent me over the edge.

Still grinding my pussy on her thigh I attacked her sweet and salty tits. I couldn’t remember ever being van escort bayan this turned on before.

I was closing in on an orgasm. I reached out and grabbed a beer. Pouring the cold liquid on her hot nipples was amazing. She squealed.

“Now look what you’ve done,” I said angrily. Raising to my knees and getting between her legs. I raised her legs over her head and swatted her ass. Smack!

Damn did that sting, I thought. My hand was on fire but it was nothing compared to my pussy when Joann screamed, “Ow, Mommy!”

My stinging hand leapt for my clit and started to rub it through my panties. I grabbed the zipper on the side of Joann’s miniskirt and pulled on it. I brazenly yanked on her g-string too.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered, “I’m so sorry. Mommy’s sorry baby.”

seeing her glistening pussy and the red hand print on her ass aroused me incredibly. My skirt was up around my waist but my panties were still in the way. Failing at removing them gracefully I did still manage to finally get them off.

I scissored our legs so we could grind pussy to pussy and told my little girl how I just wanted her to be a good little girl and not be naughty.

My pussy was on fire and Joann seemed like she was about to cum so I poured even more beer on our clits and lips. Joann did cum then and I ground against her a few seconds more before my hips bucked and I squirted all over Jo’s belly.

Jo’s body relaxed as the tension left her and I slowly moved so as not to spill my cum off her belly. I stared at it fascinated what I had never done before but now done twice in one week. I got on my knees on the floor beside her and again put my tongue in her navel. This time though I tasted myself not beer. I had sprinkled on her tits too. So of course I had to clean that up as well.

I helped Jo up and she finished removing her blouse and bra. By now it was pretty late (or actually very early) so I grabbed my “little girl” and off we went to bed.

Soon enough we were in each others arms and I very happily fell asleep.

I woke up some time later to find Joann between my legs. She was sucking on my clit like it was a miniature dick. The moonlight coming through the patio’s sliding door showed me those twinkling eyes looking up at me.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

“Do you like that, Mommy,” I heard her ask in that little girl voice again.

I was very much awake now.

“Oh yes, baby, but I’ve got to pee,” I said as I started to throw a leg over Jo’s head.

She put her arm up and stopped my leg in mid swing.

“Jo, I’ve really gotta pee!”

“Go ahead and pee, Mommy,” she giggled.

Slowly Joann stuck out her tongue and slid it between my lips and up into me. She was slurping me loudly and her eyes were still twinkling and giggling.

What the fuck is going on, I thought. How have things gotten to this point in the span of one week? Suddenly I was confused but I was also getting eaten out and having trouble thinking clearly.

After a few minutes of consideration I needed to make a decision. I was out of time as my bladder was full. Do I stop this or do I pee? In the next instant I looked down at Jo who was still looking up at me and I let my bladder go.

Jo let out a feral growl, closed her eyes and let my stream of pee splash all over her face. Her mouth was open and she drank whatever she could.

For me? Well I have to admit that her enthusiasm for my pee was exhilarating. I didn’t orgasm but I sure felt like I wasn’t far from it. It was just fucking sexy.

She crawled up and kissed me allowing me to taste my own urine. It was still dripping off her chin and I could feel its warmth on my neck.

This is all so fucking surreal I thought as I drifted off to sleep for the second time of the night.

I woke up in a cold wet bed with sunlight in my eyes and Jo Jo in my arms. I smiled and looked over at my alarm clock.

“Huh? Oh shit!”

“What? What is it, J,” Jo asked sleepily.

“C’mon, we gotta get a shower and get going,” I replied.

“Sounds divine,” she said, not moving.

I went in and turned on the shower. I went back into the bedroom and rolled Jo over into the cold wet spot on the bed.

“Ahhhh,” she screamed. She got up and followed me back into the bathroom.

Seeing those big swollen pussy lips made we want to do only one thing. But I knew we didn’t have the time so I started to soap up her big beautiful C-cups. She sexily returned the favor.

“Jo Jo,” I whined, “we gotta get to the airport and pick up my little sister.”

“Oh yeah,” she grinned.

Last episode for Grayson. Just a reminder – this is part of a single story so I would recommend reading them in order.

*****

The next day we all head out to brunch except for Spence. He claims a hangover, but it blatantly isn’t true. Once again, I’m left wondering if our friendship can cope with my stupid emotions. None of this would be a problem if I could just get over the fact that me and him isn’t a thing, not the way I would like, anyway. I’ve never had a situation like this before. Yeah, I can be attracted to someone who is straight, but it’s never a problem. Their inherent straightness is always a good roadblock to developing actual romantic feelings. The strength of friendship between Spence and I is short circuiting my brain.

I’m bad company at brunch, and I note that the others are sharing pointed looks when they think I can’t see. As I push the rocket salad around on my plate I can hear Vic and James whispering heatedly.

“You have to say it,” James hisses.

“I can’t,” Vic whines quietly, “you know it’s not mine.”

“What are you two getting so het up about?” Jay asks.

James and Vic start guiltily and we all watch them. James is looking pointedly at Vic and he nudges her.

“Fine,” she says, exasperated, “we saw you last night, Gray, with Spence.”

“It’s no big deal,” I try to sound casual, “he was just helping me out.”

“Yeah, but in a pretty major way,” James points out.

“Listen, he said it wasn’t a big deal for him. He knows his own mind best,” I defend.

“That’s just it…”

Vic seems unsure of how to continue and James nudges her again.

“It’s not my place,” she hisses at him, and then turns back to me. “Listen, Spence has a … a secret, I guess. It’s not up to me to tell everyone… but you should speak to him, Gray, see if he’ll tell you what it is. It… it could be important. But please don’t push him too hard. I feel bad enough even telling you this much.”

I can’t pretend I’m not intrigued. But the way James and Vic are acting it feels like whatever Spence’s big secret is he might need a friend over it.

*****

I head to the house on my own, the others claiming that they want to visit to the city after brunch. I know they’re giving me space to work on Spence, and I appreciate it. Though it would be easier if Vic had just told us what the big deal was. She knows we’d support him whatever it is, although I understand her not wanting to spill someone else’s personal news.

The house is quiet when I arrive, and I wonder if Spence has gone out. I head upstairs to my room and am about to walk past Spence’s bedroom door when I hear a noise; that’s where he is. I knock on the slightly ajar door but there’s no response. My knock causes it to swing open a little further and I gasp. Spence is laying, completely naked, on his bed, softly jerking his erect cock. Fuck, he is breathtaking.

His eyes are closed, and I can see he’s wearing ear buds. I stare for a moment at his strong biceps as they twist with the motion of his hand. His rippling six-pack is coated in a light sheen of sweat and I can tell that he’s been taking his time, building tension. My eye travels down to the trail of hair towards his cock. It’s beautiful; smooth, and big, and so, so hard now.

I have to leave. God, standing here for this long is already crossing a huge line. He isn’t expecting an audience and this is a major invasion. As I go to pull the door closed I hear him murmur.

“Oh, yes, Grayson.”

What the fuck? Did he just say my name? Did he see me? I glance again; no, he definitely still has his eyes closed. It was a statement of passion.

I back away from the door, my head reeling. Then I almost breath a sigh of relief. I realize I must have misheard him. He must have said ‘Stacey’ – of course. That would make sense, although it doesn’t make me happy. I can hear the unmistakable sounds of him reaching his crescendo on the far side of the door and I sneak back to the stairs.

Feeling a little cheeky, I stomp up the stairs loudly and call out.

“Spencer, are you here?”

“Yeah, hang on a minute, don’t come in!” his panicked voice comes back, and I giggle to myself, but hang back until he shouts that I can come in a few moments later.

I stand in his doorway and meet his eyes. His normally neat hair is mussed and his cheeks are flushed. His full lower lip is wet and red, like he’s been biting it, and I have to focus to take the image of why from my mind. He’s wearing soft black trackpants and nothing else, and I glance at the crumpled towel next to him on the bed. I want to cross the room and push him back onto the bed, I can just imagine the taste of his warm mouth. I really am a mess.

“Listen, Spence, I’m sorry about last night, I overreacted…” I begin.

“No… no you didn’t,” he interrupts, “it was selfish of me to not consider how you might feel about me kissing you.”

I don’t say anything for a moment, and he continues.

“I know you like me… as more than a friend. I was acting like it wasn’t important, hiding amasya escort from that for a long time. Stacey…you know?”

I nod, and I wonder if he’s going to tell me we can’t be friends if I can’t get my feelings in check. Then everything changes in a moment.

“But the fact is, I was feeling the same way. About you,” he stops, and I just stare at him.

“That’s why I pretended I didn’t care about it for so long. But every time you complimented me, or gave me a hug, or just looked into my eyes, I thought I was going to do a weird combination of exploding and imploding…” he stops, waiting for my reaction with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“But you can’t like me the way I like you. You’re straight.”

God, I’m dumb.

“Okay, I have to tell you something. I didn’t tell you because I was worried you’d hate me…”

“I couldn’t,” I insist.

“You might change your mind,” he takes a huge breath of air, “I’m bisexual. Always have been. The person I dated before I met Stacey was a guy. I’ve been attracted to you for as long as you’ve been attracted to me. I just couldn’t do anything while I was with Stacey, obviously. And then when we split, my head wasn’t in the best place and I didn’t want to get involved with you while I felt that way, so I kept quiet…” he stops, waiting again.

I don’t know how I feel about this. There’s a central core of relief, of ecstasy that he’s right there in front of me telling me (I think that’s what he’s telling me) that there’s a chance for us. But it’s wrapped in a cloud of betrayal. How could he hide something so major about himself from me?

“Why didn’t you just tell me? I mean, you knew I was gay straight away.”

My voice sounds small in my ears.

“Yeah, because you told me about Tom – your boyfriend. You never announced you were gay. I was with Stacey – my orientation wasn’t relevant. Do straight people announce that they’re straight?”

“No, but you know it doesn’t work that way for the rest of us. We don’t have it that simple.”

“We don’t. But that’s why I messed it up. When we became friends, and I started to have stronger feelings towards you, it was heavy. I knew straight away that if you knew there was a chance … well, there was a real risk I’d do something I’d regret. I never want to be that person. Things weren’t great with Stacey, but she deserved for me to be committed to her then, and not torn between two sides. Can you honestly say you wouldn’t have pushed it?”

I shake my head. There’s no way I can honestly claim that. It took everything I had not to push it when I thought he was straight. But he doesn’t need to know what a slave to my emotions, and cock, I am.

“Then, when Stacey and I split. Well, I was just being awkward. I should have told you straight away. Made it a casual thing. But I was worried you’d hate me for not saying it sooner. Plus I knew I’d be all over you and that would have been a bad idea with the way my head was. And then there’s the fact that I’m bi…”

“Huh?” I’m confused. As far as I can work out, that’s the best thing about this conversation we’re having.

“Gray, gay men aren’t exactly welcoming to bi guys. And as for women… If it makes you feel any better Stacey never knew, in four years. I figured I was committed to her, so it wasn’t relevant, but really I was scared. When I was younger I was dumped more than once by people when they found out.”

“You told Vic?”

“Kind of. She pretty much guessed the first time we went to lunch. I did tell her I didn’t see you that way though, even though it was a lie. I don’t think she ever believed me, though I think it stopped her from pushing too hard. She’s a force of nature…”

I laugh, he’s not wrong.

“So, do you think you can forgive me?” he looks worried.

I consider my emotions. Yes, I’m upset that he didn’t tell me, but I’m grown up enough to realize that he had valid reasons, and there hadn’t really been a good time to reveal his secret. For purely selfish reasons, I am just hoping that the fact that he has revealed it now is a good sign, for us.

“We’re good,” I tell him, and the relief is clear to see on his face. “Let’s just hang out now.”

“Um,” he blushes, “I’m just going to take a shower, I’ll see you downstairs.”

*****

I’m waiting for him on the sofa downstairs, with my legs stretched along the seat. His hair is wet and he’s wearing boardshorts and a hoodie, and still looks completely edible. He sits on the far side of the sofa and I silently curse the huge, comfortable seat.

“So, what are we watching?”

I select a random movie and press play. I look over at him, sitting straight, looking awkward. I need to know.

“Spence,” I begin. He looks at me, eagerness in his face.

“I think one thing we need to do is promise to be honest with each other, going forward. So I’m going to be blunt, and I want you to promise to be truthful with me,” he nods rapidly.

“You said you were attracted to me when we met. Are you still attracted to me now?” escort amasya

He grins shyly.

“Yes,” he casts his eyes to the floor. Adorable.

“Do you want something with me? A relationship? Or are you wanting to be friends?”

I am mentally crossing everything I have right now.

“I want all of that at once,” he sounds certain, but then he looks pensive, “but… I feel as though we should take things slowly for a while. The whole Stacey thing has thrown me, and I don’t want to leap into anything too quickly. Plus… I think our friends might go a bit over the top when they find out, so we should let that die down. And we kind of live together at the moment, which might make it overwhelming too.”

All good reasons, although I still feel like ripping his clothes off with my teeth. But I already know that what’s important to him is going to be important to me too, so I agree. I want what we have to start right.

I look at him then, seated so far away, and at the gap between us on the sofa.

“This whole taking it slowly thing… what does that entail?”

“Some dates, definitely. I want to build on the friendship we have with a new layer. Plus, I’m going to look around for somewhere to live. And, like I say, give our friends chance to get used to it. I suspect there’ll be a lot of squealing for a while and I don’t really want to feel like a novelty with people monitoring our every move, especially in the bedroom.”

I laugh at the image.

“Do we need a chaperone?” I glance at the gap again, “Because I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself, but I’d really like it if you were closer to me right now. But I won’t insist if you’re not comfortable.”

He smiles again, his dimples popping, and he crawls up the space, between my legs, coming to rest with his head on my shoulder and his hand on my stomach. I take a breath of his coconut-scented hair and gently place my hand on his side.

As we watch the movie he begins to absentmindedly run his fingers over my stomach, pushing them up my t-shirt and fiddling with my studs. I’m going to be in big trouble soon, but I keep my hand still, keeping my promise. I want to spend as much time as possible in positions like this and can’t have Spence thinking I can’t be trusted.

Almost to my relief, the others arrive home then. Spence goes to move, and I stop him.

“How about we get the initial squealing out of the way now?” I ask and he nods, grinning widely, laying his head back on me, though he does remove his hand from my t-shirt, slightly to my disappointment.

Andy is the first in the room, and he just raises an eyebrow and gives us a grin. A nice low-key beginning. That ends when Vic and James follow him – commencing the expected shrieking. They have a million questions, that they’re throwing at us without giving us any chance to actually respond. We just lay, looking up at them with slight smiles, waiting for them to wear themselves out.

When they’ve apparently tired themselves, they stand looking down on us expectantly. I pull Spence up to his feet and swivel Vic and James around, planting them on the sofa where we were. I kiss each of them on the forehead.

“Sssh, just sit here, you’re overtired,” I mock, before turning to Spence. “Fancy going out for coffee?” I ask.

“Definitely,” he takes my hand, and we leave, James and Vic staring open mouthed after us.

*****

The next two months are like a dream. I keep getting to know Spence but, like he said, with the added layer of a relationship on top of it. I like him more and more each day, and I know he feels the same. It’s difficult to keep our hands off each other, but we both know it’s important.

Staying chaste becomes easier when Spence moves out – no more dangerous goodnight kisses that threaten to turn into a lot more too quickly when we’re stood right by our bedrooms. His best friend Finn moves back over West and they find a small place together, only a few streets back from mine.

Finn has managed to secure his dream job because my Marketing VP had passed his resume to a friend of hers at another company, so Finn is pretty well disposed toward me. I’m pleased about that, because Finn is a cool guy, and because he’s very close to Spence. I’m happy with anything that keeps my stock up in those liquid mercury eyes.

We’ve been ‘official’ for two months. One Saturday morning we’re browsing the Embarcadero market, selecting some fresh fruit and vegetables, being silly and laughing as we wave zucchinis around – standard stuff. Suddenly Spence stops and becomes serious, pulling me to him by my shirt. He stares into my eyes for a moment before planting a quick, soft kiss on my lips.

“What was that for?” I laugh.

“Everything,” he responds sincerely. “Thank you for being so patient with me. For being kind to me For not pressuring me to move faster than I want to. For just being you, every day.”

I kiss him back.

“It’s been easy,” I tell him.

Now’s the time.

“I love you, you know.”

“I amasya escort bayan know,” he takes my hand in his, “you know how I can tell? I love you too.”

For a moment I think I’m walking on air. Then he starts leading me out, past the stalls and shops, into the bright sunlight, the glistening waters of the bay before us.

“Where are we going?” I’m confused.

“I don’t want to wait any more,” he says to me, smiling. I pause, tracing his dimples with my thumb, running along his lean jawline, before I pull him toward me and kiss him hard.

*****

Spence and Finn have only been in their place for a few weeks, but it already looks and feels like a home. The two huge brown leather sofas are deep and comfortable, even if they do take up almost all the space in the small living room. I pull Spence down with me as I sink into one, so I can feel him on me, as I cover his throat with soft kisses. He’s straddling my hips, and I can feel his cock pressing against my stomach as he arches his neck in pleasure.

“I’m torn,” I mumble into his clavicle, breathing in his woody, spicy scent.

I love that there’s just a hint of that heady, masculine scent but I can still breathe in the smell of his skin, which smells clean and warm.

“What’s wrong, Gray?” he asks, concerned.

“I want this to last forever, but I also really, really want to tear your clothes off and devour you.”

I nibble at the skin I had been breathing, making him moan and thrust his hips into me. Whelp, that makes my mind up. I gently push him back so he’s standing, and then stand myself and draw him into his bedroom.

We kiss tenderly while I unbutton his shirt and push it to the floor. He does the same for me, and I pull his head closer, running my hands into his hair. I don’t think I’ve ever been to bed with someone the same height as me, but there’s something so sensual about being able to stand and explore each other with mouth and hands without awkward bending or stretching. He tastes sweet and spicy, like the cinnamon latte he drank while we were out, and I suck gently on his lower lip, that perfect fat little pout, drawing it into my mouth so I can flick it with the tip of my tongue. He moans into my mouth; a deep guttural sound that I want to be the cause of as much as possible.

His hands are stroking my back, alternating between firm massages and delicate tickling teases, and I curve into him, trembling with pleasure. It’s intensified when he moves his hands lower, sliding his long fingers into my waistband, grasping my ass and squeezing rhythmically. Now I’m pushing my hips into him, and I know he can feel my stiff cock pushing against him.

“I want to taste you,” he growls into my ear, and he drops to his knees, popping the buttons on my jeans with practiced ease. He slides the jeans and my underwear down and I kick them away. I’m standing before him naked, but I don’t feel exposed, just warm inside, and very excited of course.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, taking my hard shaft in his hand. “You’ll need to bear with me, it’s been a long time since I did this.”

“Just take your ti-aaah,” I cry out in pleasure as he slides his mouth down most of my length in one go, his mouth hot and wet around me.

Fuck, if this is him being rusty, I’m in trouble when he gets into his stride. He clings to my hips as he slides back and forth, using his tongue to swirl moisture around. He looks up into my eyes as he gets me wet, reaching a hand up to tickle down my treasure trail. He pauses to come up, licking and sucking around my abdomen, swirling his tongue over my piercings, tracing his fingers over the cursive tattoo next to my hip: ‘To define is to limit’.

“I like this,” he whispers, “I’ve always wanted to get ‘I can resist everything except temptation’.”

He grins up at me. He’s so incredibly sexy, and doesn’t even seem aware of it.

“Please do that,” I pull him to me, wanting to take his mouth again, so aroused by how his lips have reddened from the pleasure he was giving me.

I turn him and gently push him to the bed, going with him. We kiss for ages; lips, and necks, and shoulders, and chests, just tasting each other. I unfasten his pants, wanting him naked next to me, wanting to be able to feel his skin against me.

We lay there, pausing for breath for a moment. I gently play with him, feeling the smoothness of his cock, running my fingers along the blood-filled ridge of a vein as he buries his face into my neck, nipping lightly. I shuffle down, desperate to have him in my mouth. I kiss down his length, gently lapping at his lightly furred balls before sucking them into my mouth, first one then the other. I’m watching him cling to the bedsheets, hearing sweet moans of desire coming from his throat.

I return to his cock, licking and sucking, before twirling my tongue over the sensitive head, tasting the salty sweet pre-cum. He tastes delicious, I want more, and I slide down his length until I can feel him tickling my throat. I push down further, accepting him. He’s so thick, my throat clutches at him and he whispers my name in response. I suck in some air and go back down, wanting it all, until I’m pressed hard against his trimmed pubes, rolling his balls in my hand. He holds my head gently, folding his elegant fingers through the waves of my hair, as I thrust and withdraw using a gentle beat.

“I hate duty,” Alex said as she slipped out of bed.

“Why do you say that,” he said as he looked at the alarm clock.

“It’s six on Saturday,” she said as she pulled her utilities out of the closet.

“Must suck,” he replied, “what time is Huff gonna be here?”

“Around eight or so,” she said as she walked over to her brother, “he’s in the duty section before me.”

“Oh,” he laughed.

“Do me a favor,” she laughed.

“What,” he said as he sat up in bed.

“Go to your own room,” she laughed.

“Will do,” he replied.

“I’m taking the car,” she smiled, “that cool?”

“Go ahead,” he smiled.

She leaned over and kissed him and walked out of the room. She took the car, which her brother bought with some of the money he made when he sold the RV. The apartment Huff and her brother shared with her were right off base and was decently priced. Skyler heard her drive off and decided to go back to his room. He passed out as soon as he slid into his bed.

“Huh,” Skyler said as he jumped out of bed.

He sat up and looked over at the alarm clock. It was almost one in the afternoon. He wasn’t surprised. He had been up since about two in the morning with Alex. He rolled out of bed and found a pair of shorts on the floor. He pulled them on over his erection.

“Fuck,” he mouthed to himself.

Huff on the other hand had been up for a while. He fell asleep a few minutes after he got back from duty. He woke up around ten. He resisted the urge to masturbate or call George. Even though he hadn’t seen George in a while. He did look through his porn, but didn’t find anything that he wanted to watch. He ended up playing X-Box for most of the day. He finally emerged from his room around 2 in the afternoon. He saw Skyler on the couch watching TV.

“Hey,” Huff said as he looked over Alex’s brother.

“Hey,” he said looking up from the couch.

“Anything good on?”

“No,” Skyler replied, “Saturday TV is boring.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “did Alex take your car today?”

“Yeah.”

“I have mine,” Huff said as he looked toward Skyler’s crotch, “did you need to go anywhere.”

“Are you going anywhere?”

“Might go to Hillcrest for some lunch,” he said quickly.

“Where’s that,” Skyler asked.

“North of here,” he smiled, “it’s a bit pricy. But I have a coupon for this one place. If you wanna go.”

“Maybe,” Skyler replied as he looked at Huff’s crotch.

“Let me know,” Huff said as he walked away, “gonna take a shower.”

Huff decided to take a long shower. He didn’t want to smell like the ship anymore. He left the door open a bit. He hoped Skyler would try and intrude on him. Skyler looked over to the bathroom a few times. But he decided against going in there. Huff finally emerged from the shower. He dried off quickly and sauntered naked to his room. Skyler gaziantep escort did not see him. Huff made it to his room and left the door open a crack. He lay naked on his bed for a few minutes. He hoped Skyler would see him. It didn’t work.

“Just ask him,” Huff said to himself.

Skyler soon retreated to his room. He found the picture he took of Alex while she was on leave. She was naked and wore only a Dixie cup and her neckerchief. He masturbated to it for a few minutes and stopped. He also had left the door open a bit and hoped Huff would catch him. But his plan failed.

“Just ask him,” Skyler said to himself.

Skyler and Huff left their rooms around the same time. They met in the living room.

“Did you want to grab some lunch,” Huff asked.

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Let’s go.”

Huff took Skyler to his newer model car. They piled in and Huff put on some really loud house music. Skyler really didn’t dig the music, but it was good to get out of the house. He shouldn’t have let Alex take the car, but it was too late. He didn’t want to bug Huff into going onto base to get the car from her. They made it to the restaurant. It was a typical American style food. The establishment could’ve been anywhere, but this being Hillcrest men were holding hands with men and women were doing the same. They ordered rather quickly and tried to make small talk. Most of it revolved around Alex. Huff didn’t go into that much detail about himself. He only mentioned that he joined the Navy to get out of a dead end job his parents got him. Huff tried to flirt with him but couldn’t pull it off right. Both Huff and Skyler used the bathroom at different times and both texted Alex with the same question: “What should I do? He won’t make the first move.” They didn’t get a response until they got home. Alex told them both: “Just go for it.”

There was a package at the front door. Huff picked it up and noticed it was for Alex.

“It’s for Lundz,” Huff said.

“Who,” Skyler asked.

“Your sister,” he laughed.

“Oh,” Skyler laughed as Huff opened the door.

They both went to their respective rooms. Huff began to masturbate thinking about Skyler. Skyler looked at the picture of Alex and smiled.

“Shit,” he exhaled.

Skyler got off his bed and put the picture away. He opened the door to the living room. Huff stood up as he entered the room. Skyler noticed a bottle of lube on the table. He tried to play it off like he didn’t notice it.

“What’s up,” Huff asked as he looked at him.

“Nothing much,” Skyler replied as he walked up to him.

“I have a question for you,” Huff asked.

“Go ahead,” Skyler replied.

“Are you,” Huff said as his voice cracked.

“Am I,” Skyler said, “what?”

“Are you a hom….”

“Am I a what,” Skyler laughed.

“Are escort gaziantep you gay,” he blurted out as he sat back down.

“No,” Skyler said in a strange voice.

“Sorry,” Huff said as he stood up and grabbed his face, “I feel like an idiot.”

“It’s cool,” Skyler laughed, “I like a certain woman and I like um.”

“Men,” Huff laughed, “you like men?”

“Yes,” he replied as Huff grabbed the lube.

“Top or bottom,” Huff asked.

“I can do both,” he smiled, “you?”

“Complete bottom,” he smiled.

Skyler quickly stripped off his clothes and walked up to Huff. He kissed him quickly and pushed him on the couch. He turned him over and pulled down his pants. Huff removed the rest of his clothes. Skyler grabbed the lube and quickly poured it on his penis. He quickly thrust it into Huff.

“Fuck,” huff said as his ass got used to Skyler’s penis.

“That feel good,” he asked.

“Yes,” Huff exhaled.

Skyler was very rough on Huff. He thrust into him over and over again with no regard to how the bottom felt. He pulled out several times and thrust into him harder and harder each time. He saw Huff try and position his hands on the armrest but failed each time. He saw Huff’s head bump against it a few times. He tried to position his hand or arm underneath his head.

“Fuck you ass feels so fucking good,” Skyler said in a loud voice.

Skyler reached under his body and pulled him up a bit. Huff was able to get his hands on the armrest. He felt a bit better but Skyler did not let up. He fucked him harder and harder. He bent forward and bit Huff’s ear quickly.

“Ow,” he said as Skyler bent back up.

He reached under him and stood him up. He tried to fuck him standing, but it didn’t really pan out. He pushed him back down on the couch and continued to fuck him harder. Huff lost his grip on the armrest again as Skyler fucked him.

“Floor,” Huff let out, “can we move this to the floor.”

“Yeah,” Skyler replied.

Skyler pulled out of him and stood over him as Huff removed the couch cushions and placed them the floor. Huff quickly laid down on his stomach.

“Mount up,” Huff laughed.

Skyler straddled him quickly and slowly entered him.

“Fuck,” Huff said as he was entered.

Skyler slapped Huff’s ass quickly as he forced his penis deeper in his ass. He noticed a “tramp stamp” above Huff’s ass. He smiled and felt the small tribal pattern.

“Nice tattoo,” Skyler remarked.

“Gonna get a male/male symbol when I get out,” he replied.

“Whatever that is,” Skyler laughed as he slapped his ass.

Skyler kept fucking him harder and harder. He placed his hand on his neck and pressed his face into the cushion. He dug his nails in a bit deeper as Huff turned his head to the right. Huff wanted him to gaziantep escort bayan stop but couldn’t bring himself to tell him no.

“You like that,” Skyler said as he began to choke him a bit harder.

‘”Yes,” he replied out of breath.

“Good,” he replied.

Skyler reached up underneath him almost placing him in a full nelson and began stretch out Huff’s neck and arms. He couldn’t keep him in that position for long. He soon let go and let him flop back down on the cushions. He then bent one of Huff’s arms back and held it like a police officer does. Huff was in pain but didn’t want it to stop. Skyler let go quickly and propped himself up and began to fuck him even harder.

“Okay,” Huff said semi stern voice.

“What,” Skyler asked.

“Nothing,” Huff said.

“I’m gonna cum,” Skyler said out of breath.

“Don’t cum in me,” Huff laughed, “I’m not on the pill!”

“Shut up,” Skyler laughed as he slammed into him.

“Don’t,” Huff demanded.

“Too late,” Skyler let out as he gripped Huff’s neck.

His seed flew out of his penis fast and filled Huff quickly. What was pleasurable for Skyler hurt Huff. His sperm burned incredibly. Huff didn’t know what it was but it hurt. Skyler pulled himself off him and walked out of the room. Huff could barely feel his legs and arms as he propped himself back up. He felt Skyler’s seed leave his ass as he made it to his feet.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he walked towards the bathroom.

He opened the door to find Skyler rinsing off in the sink.

“Sorry,” he said as he looked at Huff.

“It’s fine,” Huff said breathing heavily.

“Did you want me to,” Skyler started.

“To what,” Huff asked.

“Suck you off or,” he started.

“No,” he replied, “I can jerk it!”

“It’s cool,” Skyler started as he bent over and placed his mouth on Huff’s penis.

Skyler sucked it for nearly a minute and slowly inserted a finger into Huff’s blown out ass. He could feel the cum inside of him. He pulled it out quickly and cradled his balls. Huff looked down at him and smiled as he seemed to completely transform from the violent top he was earlier to the person sucking his dick. He suddenly came and Skyler felt it enter his mouth. His sperm was nice and sweet, not salty like the others he’d tasted. He swallowed it quickly and stood up.

“You taste good,” Skyler smiled as he kissed him.

“Thanks,” he replied.

“I have some Viagra,” Skyler laughed, “if you wanna do it again!”

“Sure,” Huff replied as they left the bathroom.

Alex arrived early in the morning to see her brother and Huff passed out together on the couch. She smiled as she walked past them. She quietly made it to her room. She noticed the box setting on her bed. She walked up to it and pulled out her keys. She opened it quietly and removed the newspaper that was inside. She smiled when she noticed its contents. She reached in it and pulled out the strapon dildo that she had used on Tyler. She noticed a note inside the box as well. She placed the dildo on the bed and pulled out the note. It read: “Thought you might want this. Best Wishes, Tyler.” She smiled again as she looked it over.

19 – It’s Only Business

How To Sweeten Any Deal

This is part nineteen of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

I took most of Sunday off. Ezekiel was spending a few last hours with his friend James before he went home and Blaise was with his family. I just took it easy until time for my meeting with Sean, my photo book publisher.

I remembered he liked my white butt plug and being dominated. When we discussed publishing my first photo book I gave him a private show. All he wanted to see me wearing was a butt plug – and to be told what to do. I greedily used the situation to get a ridiculous publishing deal. I decided to remind him of that last private meeting when I met him at a very nice restaurant in downtown Gate City.

It was a small upscale place that could only be described as romantic, hardly a suitable place for a business dinner. But, it was Sean’s choice. I made sure to be fashionably late and was directed to a booth in a dark corner. I assumed he was hoping for something more than a business meeting. And, given how well Sean and his company had treated me – and how much money I was making with them – I came prepared to give him a treat after dinner. I wore jeans, a white button-down and a navy jacket – business casual before that was a thing. My eventual plan was to show him how I looked in nothing but the white shirt and butt plug.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you at a show in a while,” I said.

“I’ve only missed the last three,” he said. “That’s not too bad.”

He already had a glass of wine half empty in front of him. I ordered a beer and immediately slipped the prints of my two new books out of the leather satchel I’d brought.

Sean couldn’t wait to begin thumbing through them.

“Maybe we should change seats,” I said. I had my back to the wall. There was a chance the waitress might walk up behind Sean and get an unwanted peak at my photos.

Just after we switched, the waitress brought my beer and another glass of wine Sean began devouring my photos of Ezekiel.

“These are amazing!” he cried. “Tell me you’ve got a model release.”

“Of course,” I said. “Actually, I can do one better. I have another book’s worth of photos of him and me together. And, probably enough photos of him alone for another solo book.”

Sean’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“And, almost all of these are on medium format film instead of the 35 mm I used before,” I said. “I’ve re-invested the checks you’ve been sending me.”

He barely acknowledged me. His eyes were wide and glued to the images of Ezekiel.

“I also have a drive with my scans and layouts on it and eleven-by-fourteen prints with me,” I said. “If you need the negatives or transparencies, I can bring them down.”

“You’ve thought of everything,” he said without looking up. “I’ll let you know if we need anything else.”

After we ordered he silently devoured the domination book.

“You’ve outdone yourself,” he finally said. “These are better than the first books. The photography is better, the lighting, the poses. The layouts. I love the addition of text in the domination book. Where did you get that Slave’s Creed thing?

“That’s all me,” I said. “Some of the inspiration is from the Gor books I grew up with. But, I fleshed them out and gave them a modern, x-rated flare.”

“I think you’re really on to something,” Sean said. “You might be able to explore that and build something out of that.

“But, I think you also should think about working with other models more. These shots of Ezekiel are amazing.”

He opened Ezekiel’s book again and flipped through several pages.

“There’s a certain feel to these shots that you’re self-portraits don’t have,” he said. “Maybe you’re more creative when you aren’t self-conscious about being in the photo yourself.”

“That’s not to belittle your photos of yourself,” Sean interjected quickly. “They’re all great.”

“I understand,” I cut him off. “I see it, too. I can see the pose and light better with the model in front of me. When I’m shooting myself, I have to imagine how I’ll look.

“But, I think some of the difference might be in the relationship I have with the model.”

“Oh? Are you and Ezekiel a thing?”

“Well, yeah. I guess, you could say that,” I said. “We’re still kind of in the early infatuation stage.

“So, these photos are something like an exploration of him.”

“Well, I’m sure these two books are going to do even better than the last ones,” Sean said. “I assume you want the same contract?”

“No.”

That caught his attention and he finally looked up.

“While I don’t really need the advance on royalties that most creators get, I feel like my work has proven its financial viability.”

Sean actually nodded.

“So, I’d like a signing bonus instead of an advance,” I continued.

“A bonus? How much?”

“Only niğde escort $2,000 per book,” I said.

“There’s no way,” he began.

“You sold out three printings,” I reminded him. “You have two new books ready to go, a third nearly complete, and a fourth one already shot. Marketed correctly, that’s 18 to 24 months worth of revenue and press and media buzz. And, in those two years I’ll be shooting and creating more and more content. With a little math, I can figure out almost exactly what this company has made on me. We both know – and you just admitted – these next two books will do better than the first. And, you’ve got two more coming.

“You can and will afford a $2,000 bonus. And, it will be a bonus, not an advance against future royalties. And, you’re going to put it in the contract.”

“I might have to get that approved by someone higher up,” he said, clearly a little nervous.

“You might have to tell someone higher up that all that good-selling content could go to another publisher,” I said.

“But, you don’t have to pay all the bonuses at once. You can send a check for each book as they are finalized.”

He didn’t want to say no and ruin whatever he thought might happen tonight. But, he didn’t have the authority to approve an $8,000 pay-out, either.

As we ate, Sean forgot his nervousness and actually sounded a little star-struck as he began telling me everything he liked about our first “meeting” that was as much a private show as a business meeting. Then he moved on to gushing about my shows and costumes.

He was amazed at how deeply I could swallow my deep-throat dildos and at how large a dildo I could push into my ass. He never imagined those feats were possible.

But, he said he would never forget the experience of pushing a butt plug into my ass. He said everything was burned into his memory, the sight, the sound, the feeling. He was convinced it would be one of the best memories of his life.

“Well, that actually brings up something else I want to talk to you about,” I started. “I have an idea for another project. I don’t know if it will turn into a book or not.

“But, I’m thinking about a project that centers around close-up photos of cocks. I want to take pictures of the cocks of each man I encounter privately, any man who shows me his cock. I mean, the men in my life and my private show clients.”

“That sounds – interesting.” Sean sounded unsure.

“You know I’m not talking about crappy Polaroids,” I said. “They’ll be well-lit, well-posed medium format shots just like the ones you just raved over.

“And, I’m thinking men of all ages, sizes, color. It’ll be something like an exploration of the most obvious aspect of maleness, the primary physical thing that makes us male. Maybe it’ll show that we’re all very different, but share a very basic commonality.”

“Well, that really could be interesting,” he admitted.

“I’m still fleshing it out, I guess,” I said. “I’m just thinking out loud, really. You seem to be a good creative sounding board.”

“Wow, thank you!” Sean said. “I’m flattered that you would think so.

“But, what does this have to do with me until it becomes a book?”

Just then the waitress brought what would be our last drinks.

“I want you to be my first model for this new project.”

“I don’t know about that,” he said.

I pulled one last thing out of my bag and set it on the table in front of Sean in full view of anyone nearby.

He gasped so loudly some people did turn our way. I’d set my white butt plug on the table in front of him.

I simultaneously slid a hand along his thigh under the table. I couldn’t reach very far. But, he got the message loud and clear.

He immediately grabbed the butt plug and hid it under the table.

His wide eyes shot up to my face. They were nearly as wide as his gaping mouth.

“After you pay the bill, I’m going to follow you to your office,” I began. “You’re going to push that inside me again and suck my cock sitting on your desk. I’ll be wearing this shirt and nothing else.”

“Yes, Sir!”

His eyes even wider and he gulped his wine.

“And, then you’re going to let me photograph your cock.”

The small publishing company’s office was just a few blocks from the restaurant. That’s why I’d chosen it instead of Sean’s home. It also would offer me an appropriate backdrop for Sean’s photos. Plus, I knew it would add both excitement and urgency to anything we did – even on a Sunday night.

It was a small space. There were possibly five private offices, a larger space with a few cubicles and what I assumed was warehouse space in the back. Sean explained that, as the company began to grow, they needed more office space. So, they moved here and kept the printing side in a separate building out near the airport. They already were outgrowing this space, he said.

Sean had one of the few private offices. It was small, room for a basic desk, a couple bookcases on the walls and a chair for guests. niğde escort bayan There was a box of my books on the floor and a worn copy on his desk. There also was a stack of other photography books he called research for when they signed me.

Sean instinctively walked around behind his desk, setting the materials for my new books down right in the center on top of other things he’d clearly been working on when he was last there.

“So, what do you want to do first, Sean?” I asked somewhat imperiously. “Do you want to write up my new contract? Or, do you want to start a replay of our first private meeting with a break for you to write up the contract?”

He was wide-eyed and suddenly nervous.

“The contract won’t take long,” he said slowly lowering himself to his chair. “I just have to change the dates and names of the books.”

“Well, while you take care of my contract,” I said as I slid off my jacket, “I’ll slip into something a little more comfortable.”

He started up his computer and turned to watch me pull my shirt out of my jeans and unbuckle my belt. He watched every move my hands made, occasionally scanning over the growing amount of bare skin.

He actually bit his lip when I pushed my jeans down to reveal that I was wearing white bikini underwear. I really didn’t know if he had a thing for white, or if he just liked the clear “jewel” of my white butt plug. But, I made a guess that seemed to be correct.

“How’s that contract coming?” I asked, shaking him out of his trance.

“Oh! I just had to wait for the computer,” he said, turning red-faced back to his monitor and keyboard.

I walked around his desk and stood as close as I could get to him, watching. My bulging cock strained against thin fabric just a few inches from Sean’s face as he found my previous contract and opened it. My white shirt was open, giving him a clear, close view of the “goody trail” of red hair down my torso leading to my hidden, but obvious bulge.

Once he started typing, I lay one hand on his shoulder and began massaging my cock with the other.

The added distraction meant he had to correct several typos. I waited patiently, but turned the tension up a bit more when I pushed the fingers of my right hand into his hair.

“Have you included the bonuses?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. “I probably shouldn’t have. But, if I push them through one at a time like you said, I might get away with it.

“Even so, I can defend it by saying you were ready to take your books to someone else if I didn’t agree.”

“Well done, Sean,” I said. “That might be worth something extra later.”

Finally, after what took probably three times longer than it should, the new contract was printing in another room.

“I can get that when we’re finished here,” Sean said.

“Go get it now,” I demanded. “I sign first. Then you get what you want.”

When he returned I was bent naked over his desk with my white butt plug and a tube of lube balanced on my back. He closed the door quickly as if someone who wasn’t there might see.

“You know what to do, Sean,” I said. “Once it’s in, we’ll decide what to do next.”

As soon as I felt him grab the plug and lube, I stopped him.

“But, first,” I said, turning around. “We need to get this contract signed.”

He was visibly deflated. But, I quickly grabbed a pen from his desk and signed both copies. I bent over again.

“Sign it on my back, Sean,” I commanded him.

“Now,” I said. “Where were we?”

I heard the lube open and then close. Then I felt its chill against my waiting asshole. Sean took his time, pushing the plug into me very slowly. It seemed he was afraid he was going to hurt me.

“Sean, I’ve had bigger things in my ass,” I said. “You don’t have to go so slow or try to be gentle.”

“No, I want to stretch this out,” he said, his breathing already audible.

“Well, you are,” I said.

“Uh, I mean, I want to go slow,” he said.

The thickest part of the plug was just beginning to spread my sphincter. I gave him a little moan.

“I never get to see you insert things from this close. I want to take in every detail,” he finally explained.

“In that case, take all the time you want,” I granted. “If you want, you can fuck me with it and watch it go in and out as much as you like.”

I heard a quiet gasp at that.

“If I had known you liked this, I could have brought one of my other longer dildos.”

Finally, it was completely inside. But, Sean still held the jeweled end between two fingers.

“Maybe next time,” I said just as he slowly reversed direction with the plug.

The sensation of having my sphincter slowly stretched open and then quickly contracting back around the small stem was a singular combination of pain and pleasure. Once I got used to it, I obviously enjoyed it. But, having it repeated over and over actually was extremely arousing. My cock already was nearly rock hard and my balls were constricting. My breathing was growing heavier.

I escort niğde could hear Sean’s breathing increasing, as well.

“Mmm, that feels good, Sean,” I moaned for him. “You’re getting my cock very hard.”

He breathed a quiet grunt.

I reached back between my legs and grabbed at his groin through his khakis. In a second I found his swelling cock and squeezed and rubbed him as he fucked my ass with the plug.

“Feels like you’re getting hard, too, Sean,” I said, turning around. “It might be time to get some photography out of the way.”

His eyes shot immediately to my stiff meat pointing at his face.

“Sure,” he said absently. “You aren’t going to show my face, are you?”

“No, Sean,” I assured him. “I told you they’ll just be close-ups of your cock only.

“Now get those pants off and stand on the other side of your desk.”

He did as he was told while I pulled one of my Pentax’s out of my bag. I quickly set up a small remote flash to help me overcome the fluorescent light of his office. As a photojournalist, I’d developed a kit that was efficient, effective, and quick to set up.

In two minutes I was spreading open a copy of my first book on Sean’s desk. By now he already was losing his erection. I helped him out with my free hand. It didn’t take much.

I spread out a few of the prints I brought of Ezekiel on the desk and pushed Sean into place. I had him hold his shirt up and placed his thin cock on the prints. I framed the shot so my prints and book would be visible and moved around to get several views. When I’d finished my 12 shots I started putting everything away.

“That’s it?” Sean asked, surprised.

“Yeah,” I said. “I’ve got what I want. This isn’t meant to be an extensive shoot. I’m not doing a whole book on your dick alone.”

“OK. Great,” he said, obviously relieved. “I thought this would take a while.”

“Sit down, Sean,” I ordered him as I zipped up my camera bag. “My cock needs to cum. And, I want to cum in your mouth.

“Do you want that too, Sean?”

“Yes, yes.” He dropped heavily into his chair.

He was panting and had a nearly crazed, wide-eyed look on his face as he watched my stiff dick swing and sway as I walked back around the desk. I leaned my butt back on the desk and spread my legs. I grabbed Sean’s shoulders and rolled his chair to me. He never looked away from my meat that now was just a couple inches from his nose.

I reached down and grabbed his hand and positioned it so his thumb was under my balls and on the jewel of the butt plug with which he’d worked me so hard.

“Just to remind you it’s still there,” I said. “Now, let’s see what you can do with your tongue.”

I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him in. He engulfed me hungrily and immediately started bobbing his head rapidly. I felt his hot tongue gliding along the bottom of my shaft and a light bump against the back of his mouth with each quick thrust. Sean wasn’t subtle with his blowjobs.

I bent down and positioned my face beside his head to let him feel and hear my heavy breathing.

“Mmm, that’s good, Sean,” I whispered into his ear. “Suck me, Sean. Lick it. Stick your tongue in it.

“Make me cum, Sean.”

I lasted as long as I could. But, Sean was relentless and I was pretty charged up from his ass play.

When I felt my throb and twitch begin I grabbed his head and forced him to slow down. But, I did extend his strokes from nearly pulling out to pushing in almost to the point of gagging him. He moaned and grunted what I assumed was his approval.

“Mouth or face?” I asked in a gasp.

“Mouth,” he mumbled with a full mouth. He wrapped both arms around my ass and pulled me in tight and deep.

The second I felt his nose in my public hair I pumped huge wads of cum into his throat. I pulled him back a bit after the first couple wads and filled his mouth with sperm that had been building for the last couple hours.

He swallowed as fast as his labored breathing would allow. But, still his chin eventually was covered in thick cum dribbled from his overfull mouth. He looked like a used up porn actor.

As he fell back into his chair trying to catch his breath, I reached down and grabbed his stiff cock. It was thin, but nearly as long as mine. I was impressed. I hadn’t expected Sean to be carrying even this much meat. I hadn’t really examined it very closely as a sex object when I was shooting him. I was only treating it as a still life, a piece of art.

I loosely stroked his cock and let my forehead rest on the top of his head. I still was breathing heavily into his face. I didn’t give him a chance to catch his breath. I alternately watched his chest heave in his still-buttoned shirt and my hand pump his thin cock.

After a couple minutes I leaned down and dribbled some saliva on his head and turned around. I shoved my plugged ass in his face and resumed stroking and pumping his cock with one hand while holding myself up with the other.

Sean covered my plug and ass crack with saliva, licking me like his life depended on it. I also felt the gooey cum he hadn’t cleaned off his chin.

I rolled my palm over his little cock head until he wrapped his arms around my thighs to pull my ass tightly into his face. I felt his cock throbbing and his breathing become heavier in my ass.

I was lying on my bed, talking on the phone. Surprise, Surprise. It was a friend I had dreamed about getting in bed for a long time. She was no saint and yet she was still quite innocent. She was getting married to a nice guy. She was talking about the wedding and asking questions here and there. I told her among other things, that the best thing she could have was a personal attendant to keep her calm and keep all the petty problems off her back. Make sure it is someone you trust, who knows you very well, and handles stress and weddings pretty well.

She sat there listening to me and then asked, “Would you be my personal attendant since I fit all those things in her life?”

“Of course, how could I say no when I suggested it.”

She then jokingly said “Being you are my PA, you can come over on Saturday. You are going to be in town anyways, so you can give me a massage. Besides, I have some other things I want to talk about, but not over the phone.”

“You are pushing it, but your wish is my command and I will oblige you.”

I went to her house Saturday afternoon. She answered the door in her robe and I knew I was in trouble. Control was going to have to be my thought of the day no matter what she wanted to talk about.

I sat down on the couch as she undid her robe. She had lotions laid out and a box I had never seen. “Whenever you are ready….” so she stood up and dropped her robe. I didn’t let my jaw drop but it should have. She was wearing a string bikini. She had been working out and had lost about 20 pounds. She laid down on the floor and got comfortable.

In trying to hold my composure I asked, “What am I focusing on?”

“Yes.”

I had her roll over so I could start with her head in my lap for two reasons. The first was my hands weren’t greasy yet and the second was, I was not way turned on yet, emitting a scent that was undeniable but looking at her, it wouldn’t take long.

I started the massage and she was very quiet. She reached for her stereo remote and turned it on. Soothing, relaxing music came wafting out. I had heard it before but I could not put my finger on it. I kept massaging and then it dawned on me what it was. It was a seduction CD that I had given her as a joke.

It starts out real calm and then as it progresses, it gets more and more passionate. I had to flip her over and get this done as soon as possible. She rolled over and untied her bikini top. I grabbed the lotion and began. I hadn’t anymore gotten the lotion spread out and she asked the first question of many.

“Kaylee, I want to ask you a question that I have been thinking about for a while now. Have you had sex with a woman?”

I stayed real quiet, and then she went on, “I have been thinking about it, reading and I have some questions I want to ask of someone I know who has been with a woman.”

I asked her one back. “Why do you think that I have?”

“Rumors, how you interact with us girls, the looks you sometimes have when you like what you see. Like just a little bit ago when I undid my robe.”

I swallowed hard, I didn’t know if I could do what she was about to ask.

“I have been thinking about this for almost a year now. You don’t have to answer me. Finish my back and this will be over.”

I thought for a second and then realized my hands were moving to the music. “I have been with several women but only 2 were serious and there are 2-3 that asked questions like I think you are going to ask.”

I grabbed more lotion and laid my hands on her butt. “They then wanted to know what it tunceli escort felt like by someone they trusted, so reluctantly I did it. One of them turned on me and the other two just distanced themselves from me. I have 2 rules, one don’t hurt me and two I will not make the first move because I don’t know why anyone would want me to touch them or to be intimate with me.”

She was really quiet. I worked down her legs, which were really tense. It gave me something to focus on. She looked back at me and said, “I want to know.”

A shiver went down my spine as I worked on her feet. She must be focused because she is super ticklish. “So what do you want to know?”

“I read quite often that it is so much different being with a woman.” I had finished her backside and motioned for her to roll over. She did without covering up. “Damn girl, those are amazing. What a rack!”

She smiled as I looked her in the eyes.

“The best way to show the difference is a kiss. I have heard you say that your man is a good kisser.”

“Yes.”

“If you want to really know the difference and you trust me, kiss me.”

She sat up, thought for a second, and then leaned towards me. She was hesitant.

“Relax and pretend you are kissing him. I will do the rest.”

She leaned in and our lips met, she pulled back and looked at me.

“Trust me, I won’t hurt you, you are in control.”

She slid back to me and tried again, this time like she was kissing him. I gave her a couple of seconds and then I started to kiss her with all the passion of a woman. The kiss only lasted mere moments and yet, she looked at me with a look of- can I have another now that I am not scared. This time when she moved in, I put my hands on her face like I was with one of my lovers. When this kiss ended, she was breathless.

“Lie down so I can finish your massage.” I worked for a long time on her legs avoiding the Y. Her muscles felt like jello and she was very quiet.

When I moved up to her belly, she said “Is it always the feeling that you are the most important, beautiful woman in the world and you are floating on a cloud?”

“I am sure there are bad kissers and bad lovers out there but I learned well and I was good from the beginning, but a good kiss stems from caring. My first encounter was with a great sex partner who had always been a lesbian. She had lots of partners over the years, but swore that our first time together was not my first time with a woman, even though it was. I have NEVER approached a woman, or man for that matter. I am NOT worth it. No one should have to see or be with me, but I am the biggest pleaser in the world. I get off on getting others off, without ever being touched from the other person.”

I had skipped from her belly to her arms. She said, “Are you wet?”

“What do you think? Am I pleasing you?” I continued working on her arms and then moving across the tops of her breasts toward her shoulders. When I finished, I gave her a peck on the lips and got up on the couch.

I could tell she was deep in thought, and I was waiting for the next question. She slid up beside me, kissed me, and said, “Make love to me.”

I looked at her for a moment, “It’s not that simple. I could ruin you for your husband. You would feel a real orgasm and likely never get one from him unless he gets lucky once in a while.”

“I am going to find out one way or another. I have been talking to a lesbian on-line that would do me for $100.”

“That is probably where you will find the tunceli escort bayan bad sex I talked about and possibly diseases. Good lesbians are in it to have good sex and try to turn women. Besides I could probably walk circles around her. What did you want from her?”

“A kiss, to be eaten, to have an orgasm(s), eat pussy, and to know that I can please a woman, if need be.”

I asked, “Where is this coming from? Are you doing it for your man? Does he have a fantasy? There is no mention of sex on this list. There is a lot more to sex with a woman than eating pussy, believe it or not. How bad do you really want this? I can do the things on your list but you will not know what sex with a woman really is. The things on your list will not always accomplish the last item.”

“Sometimes to please me means to curl up in each other’s arms, watch a movie, and then fall asleep, waking up with them still in your arms. Most women want to be touched and praised before you ever get down to business. Most guys think foreplay is suck my dick for 10 minutes or more, and if you are lucky he will lick your pussy for 30 seconds which he thinks is a long time, then fuck you, cum, and go to sleep while you are on the verge of an orgasm that you likely faked for their ego. I can eat your pussy and teach you a few cool tricks if that is what you think sex is but then, I will likely walk away with the truth seeping out of my pussy aching to be released.”

There was a tear in my eye knowing that I had been entirely too honest. I started to apologize but she stopped me saying, “I obviously need to learn more about what passion really is.” She had just seen it in my eyes and we weren’t even doing anything.

“It is the passion that gets me in trouble, which is why I have almost vowed off showing my friends. I am the one that gets hurt as they walk out of my life. They decide that maybe they really didn’t want to know; I become the bad guy for showing them.”

She left the room and I turned off that part of me as I figured that it was over. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She came over and reached for my hand. She led upstairs and locked the door as we went in. She turned off the phone, and put the CD in from downstairs.

“I need to take a shower and collect my thoughts.” Then I thought to myself, was I really going to do this? Hadn’t I been hurt enough?

While I was in the shower, I realized she was coated in lotion, which gave me a beginning plan. “Come here.”

She walked in wearing a slinky nighty, and my jaw dropped. I had to get my train of thought back. I told her the rules:

“If you tell me to stop, no matter what, I will, but that will be the end. Once you turn me off, I am done. Don’t hurt me. We could have sex 10 times and no 2 would be exactly alike. It may take me a bit to get into my groove learning you. Do you agree?”

“Yes.”

I reached for her hand so she stripped and proceeded to get in the shower. I grabbed her soap and started to lather her up. I rubbed every inch of her luscious body. As I washed off her front, her back was against my chest. I started kissing and nibbling her neck and ears. I turned her around. She reached for me but I pinned her against the wall and kissed her long, hard, and super passionately. I hadn’t had sex in a while so I was super aroused. We finished in the shower, touching and teasing as we dried each other off. I took her hand and led her to the bed.

I sat her down and then lit a few candles which I knew that we both liked. I turned on the escort tunceli music and asked her to dance for me. I settled back on the bed, watching her. Eventually she straddled me and continued to dance. I started touching her, which she responded to. Leaning in like she was going to kiss me, she went for my neck and ears, running her fingers through my hair. I was squirming.

It was time for me to take control. I grabbed her, flipping her off of me. I got her pinned face down and went to work. I placed kisses on her back, lightly trailing my fingers around also. She was almost panting, she was so turned on. I began to think that this was not new to her. I flipped her over in one motion, mounting her, and going for her neck. I pinned her arms above her head and went for her nipples that were begging to be sucked. I nipped and sucked till they were purple.

She was begging for release, if she only knew what I had in store for her, she wouldn’t be. I kissed down her belly and nuzzled her well-trimmed pubic hair. I started by just running my tongue up and down her slit avoiding her clit, then suddenly nipping at it. She jumped, and then I got my fingers involved, working 1 and then 2 into her very wet hole. She was very tight but I worked into a quick rhythm, giving her first orgasm in mere seconds. She was studdering and dry mouthed.

She sprang away from my fingers and tackled me, going right into a 69 position. Now I knew this was not her first romp with a woman. Her clit was in the perfect place even if she tried bucking my face. I was going to have to concentrate not to cum to soon. One thing I knew for sure, she was headed for a flood on her face.

We were both going fast and furious, having several small orgasms apiece. I felt a monster coming on the way she was working me. I upped my intensity so we could cum together or at least close. I felt it building and prepared for the earth to shake. I buried my face deep in her pussy and let loose spraying her in the face, which caused her to do a smaller version to me.

She had lit a fire under me so I flipped her over and started dry humping her as I reached for the edge of the mattress and grabbed her dildo that I knew would be there. I shoved it in her pussy and fucked the shit out of her with my hand on her clit. I made her cum 10 times before I stopped. She was on the verge of passing out.

I laid down beside her and waited for her to calm down. “So how long have you been with women.”

“How did you know?”

“No new sex partner goes for 69 like you did.”

She blushed and said,”I heard you were good in bed and your tongue was magic. I also knew that you had been hurt so I took the shy approach. I have one more question; can we have a threesome now?”

“Male or female”

“My informant.”

That meant one of my sex partners, so I nodded approvingly. Her fiancé walked in with a woman escorted on his arm. “Oh yeah, he wants to watch.”

My jaw was on the bed. It was someone I hadn’t had sex with in awhile as she had been in another state. I crawled off the bed and kissed her passionately. I threw Jaycee on the bed and got right to work with my tongue.

All of a sudden, I felt something sliding into my pussy and it wasn’t real. I was being fucked doggie style while eating. Very shortly, I came so violently that I pushed the dick right out of my pussy as the pussy I was eating came. They grabbed me and threw me down. Jaycee went for my pussy requesting a flood. Kasey kissed me and then climbed on my face. The faster my pussy was worked, the harder I went at the one on my face.

“Anyone who wants to see a flood better get in position.”

All 3 came close and I sprayed them all, and then passed out. I came to with a girl in each arm. I kissed them both. I tried to speak but they stopped me. We layed there in the quiet, drifting off to sleep.

PART 2

About 30 minutes later I was working with Joe, a tall somewhat middle eastern looking man. Very hot, lean but very muscular. Fred and Steve were moving in the family room furniture and we found ourselves alone in my mother’s bedroom. This time I was the one who needed to take a leak, and I didn’t close the door. I was hoping Joe would come take a look, but no such luck. I was a little disappointed but figured what the hell, we had a lot of moving to do yet. So I walked out of the bedroom and found Joe sitting on the couch naked as the day he was born with one of the largest cocks I’ve seen in my life.

He just smirked, “I’ve got something for you here…I’ve been waiting for you…”

He was quoting from a song, I’m just not sure which one.

I moved between his legs and went right to my knees…with the thickness of his cock I wondered if I would be able to deep throat him, but I was damn excited to serve this hot man and huge cock!

I leaned in to take his big cock in my mouth as it was growing to full capacity. As I took it in, he told me, this first load will shoot fast, cause I haven’t unloaded in three days, if you do a good job there will be at least two more loads for you if not three.

Joe said, “Come on cocksucker, I think it will go a lot better if you get this monster in your throat before it gets fully hard!”

I slurped the huge head and as much of the shaft into my mouth as I could, then Joe just put his hand on the back of my head and pushed down until my lips were in his tightly trimmed pubic hair!

Joe stood with his cock buried in my throat bayburt escort and just started fucking. One of the reasons that I think I’m such a great cocksucker is that besides the fact the I just crave cock, I can take a huge cock into my throat and still breath. Joe was enjoying having his cock buried in my throat, feeling my throat muscles spasm around it when I heard footsteps and then a bit of snickering from the door of my mother’s new bedroom.

Joe kicked his hips into gear and just started fucking! On most strokes, he would pull out until only the head was on my tongue, just tightly held inside by my wet lips, and then thrust in again.

I knew that someone was behind us watching, but didn’t care as it had to be either Fred or Steve, and I was ready to take Fred again, and Steve was a mystery but I figured he was hung too!

Joe started moaning, and fucking my throat faster and I loved his big balls bouncing off my chin! Suddenly he fucked even harder and faster then increased his hold on my head, pushed in deep, and I could feel the thick tube on the underside of his cock pulsing his load deep in my throat.

His length and girth had made my throat juices start running and I was a slick gooey mess. When I started to wipe my chin, he slapped my hand away and said, “Don’t touch that goo, this is what a cocksucker is supposed to look like!”

When Joe’s cock stopped pulsing he slowly withdrew from my throat. I got to taste his thick cum! He pulled out and slapped and rubbed his huge cock on my face and said, “Don’t touch that cocksucker! You’re escort bayburt a cocksucker and need to look like one!”

PART 3

I heard Steve say from the doorway, “Hey Joe, Fred needs your help at the truck, and you cocksucker may as well stay where you are, I’m ready for you now!”

Blondish, hairy, muscular Steve strutted into the room, flicked the button on his cargo shorts and walked out of them, on his way to a chair, then sat and spread his legs wide. My eyes widened at the sight of his thick uncut cock dangling off the edge of the chair and his large ball sack nestled on the edge.

I was between his legs in a flash, and he smiled and laughed at the cum and thick goo smeared all over my face and stands dangling from my chin. “I’m glad Joe didn’t let you wipe that off your face cocksucker, you’re a fucking nasty mess and that makes me even hotter!

I licked and kissed my way up one of his hairy muscular thighs to get to my prize. It was starting to throb into hardness and I took it into my mouth. I tried to use my tongue and lips to work the skin back to taste the fat leaking head but the big cock was becoming engorged and I had to use one hand to do it, and a thick flavor of manscent and taste exploded on my tongue.

Steve leaked tons of precum and I loved the salty sweet flavor coating my tongue. When his cock was hard enough, Steve grabbed my head and just pulled forward until his cock (the thickest yet) slid into my throat.

Steve just slowly worked his cock all the way in and all the way out of my throat and mouth as tons more goo bayburt escort bayan and precum dribble off my lips. Without much warning, he stood with his cock planted in my throat and growled as his cock erupted thick shots of hot man cum into me.

I looked up at him, and he smiled and said, “Yeah cocksucker, I know that was fast, but that is just one of several loads that you will get out of my cock today, it’s been damn near a week since I’ve shot, so there’s plenty more juice, but after another load, you’ll have to work and really show some cocksucker talent to get more. Then I plan to plant a load or two in the sweet butt of yours, now let’s get to work!”

I was embarrassed and at the same time somewhat proud to rejoin Fred and Joe to finish unloading the truck, I kind of snickered to myself, “they’re unloading the truck and I’m unloading their balls!” They all pointed and laughed at the cum and goo drying on my face, chest and even my tight belly. I wondered what kinds of hot scenes would develop before the day was finished!

About the time we joined the other two movers, my cell phone rang. It was my mother telling me that she had ordered pizza for us for lunch and it would arrive soon. Just as I told the guys about the pizza the delivery guy showed up. Now I was embarrassed and made my way to the front door of the house to clean up the mess on my face and chest.

Fred came up behind me and grabbed me, and asked why I was running off. I told him I didn’t want the delivery guy to see me all gooey and cum covered. Steve then joined us and laughed and said, “Don’t worry, that’s Jerry, he’s a buddy of ours, it is a small town you know!”

With that they spun me around and Joe laughed and said, “Hey Jerry, this cocksucker is going to take care of your tip today!” I saw the look on Jerry’s face and Fred said, “Hell he won’t just take care of the tip, he’ll take care of the entire shaft!”