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The New Neighborhood

Hi, my name is Tom, Tom Brostwin.

I’m 40 years old, 6’1″, I workout to stay in shape, so I’m a strong lean 200 lbs.

My family consists of me and my 20 year old daughter Heather. I’ve been a widower and single parent since Heather was 12. Helen, her mother, and the love of my life, left our lives suddenly, 8 years ago, when her car skidded out of control in a blizzard.

Heather is a beautiful young woman with long blonde hair, electric blue eyes, and an ever-present smile. She is 5’6″ tall, has lucious soft lips, 36C tits, a narrow waist, an amazing ass, and a cleanly shaved soft plump pussy that tastes like pineapple. It also swells and blossoms when she is aroused.

Heather tricked me into having sex with her when she turned 18, and since then we have been passionate lovers. Perhaps I’ll write that story some day.

I’ve been blessed with a cock that most women consider “large”. When fully erect, it is 8 inches long and nearly 2 inches in diameter. I believe that a healthy sex life is essential to the happiness of all humans. Heather feels the same, and she and I ensure each other’s happiness whenever we can.

Here is a list of the four families in the neighborhood, and other characters as they join.

Mike and Molly have just moved in with me and Heather.

Claire is now living with us as well.

This may help until you get to know them:

Howard, Hannah, Holly, Hugh

Paul, Kristen (Krissy), Patricia (Trixie), Dan

Tim, Melissa, Victoria (Tory), Rick

Keith, Suzie, Katherine(Kate), Sam

Molly, the professor, and Mike, Molly’s son

Claire – the homeless magazine sales girl

Dom, Aria, and Jan (Restaurant owner, his daughter and Molly’s friend)

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The New Neighborhood – Fun Fucking Trixie, Krissy and Claire

Monday morning I got up early, went for a 5 mile run, and was in the kitchen eating a light breakfast when the rest of the house started to rise. After arranging to have Claire clean that pool for Paul, Krissy, Trixie and Dan, I decided to take the day off and accompany her. This was before Hugh entered the picture, but I saw no reason to change my plans now.

Heather and Mike were the first to join me.

“Hi daddy, so you’re going over to Trixie’s house?” Laughed Heather.

“Yes, I want to be certain that all goes well for Claire.”

“Dad, I’m not buying it. There’s a reason that I called it ‘Trixie’s house’. It’s OK, I get it.” She smiled. “You and she have a special bond and you should embrace it!”

“It’s not just Tom,” added Mike. “Mom seems enchanted by her as well. She sees her passion, not only in her personality, but also in her writing.”

“So, what are you two doing today?” I asked with a feeble attempt to steer the conversation in another direction.

“Wow!, almost broke my neck with that subject change,” laughed Heather. “Aria called us to say that the restaurant is closed on Mondays, and she has invited us over to spend some time with her, Dom and Jan.

“That sounds like fun, I know that Dom really wants her to meet more people her age.”

Heather scanned both me and Mike, and started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Asked Mike.

“Yeah?” I added.

“Gentlemen, stand next to each other with your hands behind your backs.” Began Heather. “Arianna, Arianna, Arianna,” she added in a breathy, overly dramatic voice.

Molly came out just in time to witness the demonstration, “Are those the infamous Arianna erections?” She laughed.

“Don’t worry Mike, I’m sure that you’ll get a chance to fuck her again today, and dad, you’ll just have to settle for Molly, Krissy, Trixie and Claire!” Quipped Heather.

“Did someone just mention meeee?” yawned a barely awake totally naked Claire. “And why is everyone wearing clothes? Are we expecting company?”

“Yes, I was just talking with dad about his plans, and he’ll be going with you this morning. As for the clothes question, I’m not sure. Just a habit from when I’m not here,” said Heather as she peeled off her over-sized t-shirt to reveal her perfect young naked body as well.

Molly, Mike and I all followed suit.

“I’m going to go get Hugh,” smiled Molly as she emphasized her intentions by slowly wetting her lips with her soft pink tongue. The sway of her hips and the corresponding movement of her breasts mesmerized us.

“Mom’s in cougar mode!” Quipped Mike.

She waved me and Claire to come watch. Molly knelt beside the bed and slipped under the sheet. Hugh’s hands moved to her head, holding it gently, as he moaned,”Ohhhhh, Ohhh Yessss Claire!! Keep suuucccking, feeeeels sooooo gooooood!!”

Claire istanbul escort and I knew exactly what Molly was doing under the sheets. I watched as Claire marched into the room, leaned over and kissed Hugh, slow, soft and sensually. “Good morning sexy!” She giggled.

“Wha, Wha, What?” mumbled a very confused Hugh, as he pulled his hands back from Molly’s sheet covered head.

“Molly is enjoying an early morning taste of teenage cock. Don’t worry Hugh. We all enjoy sharing!” Said Claire as she reassured him before straddling his face. “But I’ll be even more understanding if you lick and suck my pussy!”

I reacted to the erotic energy in the room, moved closer and dropped to my knees behind Molly. She sensed my presence and wiggled her ass as an invitation that I readily accepted, as my cock entered and probed the depths of her warm, wet and welcoming vagina.

Hugh enjoyed the unique perspective of looking up at Claires tight abdominal muscles, her beautiful breasts and her face, as he tasted the essence of her sexual arousal.

Hugh moaned into Claire’s pussy as he erupted into Molly, “MMMMmmmAAaaaaaaaa!!” His body tensed and then relaxed as Molly threw off the sheet and released his cock from her throat.

“OK, studly!” announced Claire. “Time to get up. I have work to do at Paul’s house and so do you!” Giggled Claire.

“Work?” Questioned Hugh, who was still recovering from his climax with Molly.

“Yes, I have to clean a pool,” explained Claire. “And you my dear sweet hunky lover are going to keep yourself busy, along with Tom, between the thighs of Krissy and Trixie!”

“Bu Bu Butt,” began Hugh.

“One of them may ask you to fuck them in the butt,” she laughed. “For now just fuck their tight little twats, or their cute smiling faces! Tom will help you if they want something more.”

Hugh was clearly perplexed that the girl who he wanted to be his girlfriend was telling him to fuck others.

Claire sensed his confusion. “Hugh, it’s simple. Fuck them, have fun, but don’t fall in love with them!” She smiled.

We all got cleaned up, had some breakfast, and dressed for the walk over to Paul and Krissy’s house. We all dressed casually in shorts, T-shirts and sandals. Claire wore a bra to prevent her nipples from getting rubbed raw on her T-shirt while she worked.

It was a bright sunny warm day as Hugh and I walked with Claire to do another initial cleaning of a neighborhood pool. “Claire, Do you remember that day when you came to my house to clean the pool?”

“It wasn’t that long ago and as I recall, I came to your house to give you a blow job, and you made me clean your pool instead!” She laughed.

“You went there to give him a blow job?” Asked Hugh.

“It’s a long story, and I should tell you the whole thing, but here we are, and I have another pool to clean.”

I knocked on the door and Trixie answered. She was wearing a T-shirt and shorts and jumped into my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. It was a long slow wet passionate and very erotic kiss. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her body tight against me. I immediately felt a sense of warmth and inner peace that both surprised and pleased me.

“Ahem!” Coughed Hugh.

We broke the kiss and I lowered Trixie to the ground. “I’ve missed you.” I whispered in her ear.

“Hi Patricia,” said Hugh. “This is Claire, the woman that your dad hired to clean the pool.”

“Hugh, please call me Trixie. And yes, I knew Claire was coming, I just didn’t know that she’d be bringing help. Dan has gone to Rick’s house, and dad has to work, but mom is around here somewhere.” She explained.

We all walked into the living room where there were sliding glass doors out to the fully fenced pool area.

“Well, I assume that everything I need is in the shed, so I’m going to get started,” said Claire as she made her way out the back doors.

“Can I get you some ice water or something else to drink?” Offered Trixie.

“Sure, that would be great,” I replied.

“Yes please,” said Hugh. “Let me help,” he added as the two of them walked into the kitchen.

“So is Claire the lesbian girl that you had a crush on?” I heard Trixie ask as they disappeared around the corner. I pulled out a chair from the dining room table to sit on, while waiting for their return.

Soon they returned. Hugh sat in another chair and Trixie handed me a glass, and then knelt on the floor next to me, resting her head against my thigh. I caressed her head, running my fingers through her red hair. Touching her, and having her leaning against me, brought back that sense of calm that I experienced when we hugged earlier.

“So, you haven’t seen Hugh since his 18th birthday when his parents had the big party at their house?

“No,” replied Trixie, but I noticed that he suddenly stopped playing all the video games with Dan, Rick and Sam.

Just then, Krissy emerged from the master bedroom wing of the house. She was wearing a long bathrobe with 3 inch heels and stockings clearly istanbul escort bayan visible beneath it.

“Oh, hi Hugh and Tom, I thought that I heard some voices out here.” Smiled Krissy with her beautiful red fly-away hair, pale freckled skin and some freshly applied glossy lipstick. Except for the lipstick she and Trixie are almost identical.

“It looks like you’re getting dressed for something special.” I said as Trixie grabbed my thigh, rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, it’s called getting your attention.” She whispered.

“Hugh, can you help me, I bought something special for Paul’s birthday and I’d like you and Tom to give me your opinion.” She smiled.

Hugh stood up and walked toward Krissy. As he approached she opened the robe and he stopped in his tracks.

“That was a good response,” laughed Krissy. Please come and take the robe.”

Hugh walked forward, stood behind her and slipped it off her shoulders.

Krissy was wearing a black lacy bra and thong panty set. It was complimented by a black garter belt holding up very sheer black stockings with a floral design.

Hugh set aside the robe and was feeling awkward as his erection grew and tented his shorts.

I looked down at Trixie. “Go, go help Hugh. Have him get undressed and strip off your mother’s panties.”

Trixie moved quickly toward Hugh. “Do you want to fuck my mom?” She smiled

Hugh nodded as he kicked off his sandals, peeled off his shirt and Trixie pulled down his shorts and boxers. She tossed them with his other clothes as she knelt and stroked his cock. “Claires a lucky girl,” giggled Trixie as she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.

“Hugh, can you help me out of these pesky panties,” teased Krissy.

Hugh had been nervous, but became more confident as Krissy made it clear that she wanted him. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He caressed her bra covered breasts with one hand as his other moved lower, across her bare belly, and pressed between her thighs to gently massage her clit.

“Mmmmmmmm, Yessssss,” moaned Krissy as she pressed her ass back against Hugh’s thighs and throbbing hard cock.

Hugh made short work of removing her bra and panties. “I think that your husband is going to love this outfit!” He exclaimed as he moved Krissy to bend over the back of the couch, lined up his cock between her puffy wet pussy lips and probed deep inside the long admired mother of one of his best friends.

“Ohhhhhh yesssss!, MMMMMMMM!” She cried out, and moaned

Hugh moved his hips, sliding his cock in and out of Krissy’s tight little cunt. His balls bounced against her clit. “In a few weeks, you’ll be fucking your son Dan,” he reminded her.

“Oh Fuuccckkkk!” she exclaimed as the thought of fucking her son almost triggered her orgasm.

“Maybe your could fuck us both at the same time,” teased Hugh as he increased the force and depth of his penetration.

“She looks good when she’s fucking, doesn’t she?” smiled Trixie.

“She seems relaxed, and like she is having fun. I hope that she enjoys it just as much with Paul.” I replied.

Trixie had moved to kneel beside me after helping Hugh. “Stand up,” I smiled. She quickly obeyed.

I pushed her shorts and panties to the floor. She kicked off her sandals and knocked the clothes to one side. I lifted the front of her shirt, exposing her pale skin, and her beautiful breasts with raspberry colored nipples. I just pulled the neck opening over her head and then slid the shirt down to the middle of her back, trapping her arms behind her.

“Thank you Sir,” she smiled and sighed.

I removed my clothes and found Trixie kneeling in front of me. I caressed her red hair, held her head and slowly began sliding the head of my cock in and out of her mouth.

Trixie circled it with her tongue, sucked it between her lips, and moaned, “Yummmmmmmm,” as her body shivered with excitement.

The fucking happening nearby was coming to a climax.

“Oh fuck Hugh, that feels soooooo gooood!” Shouted Krissy.

“I’ve dreamed of fucking you and this is way better than my dreams!” He assured her.

“Ah Ahhhh Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Yessssss!!!!!!” Screamed Krissy

“Arrrrrggggghhhhhhh!!!!” Groaned Hugh as the two of them climaxed and Hugh filled her pulsing pussy with hot creamy cum.

I stopped fucking Trixies face and looked down at her. “Go get the cum from your mother and share it with her!”

She stood and walked over and knelt where Hugh had been standing moments before. With her hands still trapped behind her back, she leaned her face into Krissy’s pussy, lapping and sucking till she had her mouth filled with cum.

I moved close to Hugh, to watch the erotic site in front of us.

“I really enjoyed that. I hope that Claire won’t be mad. It was fun, but I still just love Claire”

“Hugh – I looked out and saw her looking in at you fucking Krissy, and I have never seen that girl with such a big smile. She was happy for you, for both of you!”

I moved behind Trixie and helped escort istanbul her stand. Krissy stood up to face her daughter and they kissed, sharing the combined cum of Hugh and Krissy.

“Why did you leave her arms bound up in her shirt like that? Isn’t that mean?” asked Hugh.

At this point Trixie easily removed her own shirt.

“Let me take this Tom,” smiled Trixie. “Try to think of it as giving me freedom. The freedom not to have to think about what to do with my hands. When I was sucking Tom’s cock, or licking mom’s pussy, I could only use my mouth. So I didn’t have to think about caressing his balls or grabbing his ass, or in her case, grabbing her ass or tweaking her nipples.”

“But I like to be able to use my hands, mouth, and cock all at the same time.” Replied Hugh

“That’s great! It’s just good to know that people are different and that there isn’t one right way to enjoy sex with everyone.” I added.

“Please don’t say anything about this to others. If they observe it and ask questions, I’m happy to discuss it, but right now I think that I might be the only one in the neighborhood who really enjoys light bondage.” requested Trixie.

I moved closer to Trixie and realizing that she needed a little push, I kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear, “Go ahead, I want to watch you fuck Hugh.”

“After all those years of watching you and Dan playing with toys, can I play with yours!” chirped Trixie as she reached out and stroked Hugh’s fully recovered cock.

They moved into the living room and Hugh lay down on his back. Trixie straddled him and lowered her hips until his cock fully disappeared inside her. She rode him up and down imagining she was on a merry-go-round at the local amusement park. She looked out the window and briefly exchanged waves and smiles with Claire.

“You know Hugh, I wasn’t all that excited about fucking you, or my brother or the other two teenage boys, but you have changed my mind. I really enjoy fucking you, so keep that in mind when you are looking for sexual relief!” Giggled Trixie.

After watching Trixie and Hugh for a minute or two, I turned my attention to Krissy.

“I’m not going to try to seduce you Tom, but if you’re up for it, I’d really enjoy a fun fuck in the bedroom!” She smiled.

I pulled her into my arms and pressed my lips to hers. My hands moved to her firm naked ass, and I gently pulled her body against mine. She wiggled against my trapped cock as our mouths opened and our tongues dueled. We both moaned, as I pushed my passion into her, “MMMMMMMMMMM!”

“Let’s go find that bed,” I smiled.

“You’ve done so much for me and my friends, what can I do for you?” She giggled.

“Well, I have a feeling that you have already done a lot just for me today,” I began.

“Really?” Replied Krissy with a guilty smile.

“Did you really buy these incredibly sexy black lace garments for your anniversary with Paul?”

Krissy pursed her lips and her sparkling green eyes looked left and right and asked, “Do you like them?”

“Yes I do. You are naturally a very sexy woman and they make you look even hotter!” I smiled.

“I’m glad that you like them, and Paul will be happy too. It was his idea!” She smiled. “He also suggested that you might enjoy some of my yoga poses.”

“Let’s do what you enjoy most,” I suggested and we moved into the bedroom.

Krissy removed her shoes, then turned and sat on the side of their king-sized bed. She lay back and hugged her knees into her chest. This presented me with a clear view of her naked ass, thighs, and pretty plump pussy. She lifted her feet up toward the ceiling and looped two fingers from each hand around the corresponding big toes. She then spread her feet and thighs as wide as possible.

“So this is the happy baby that you showed in your yard when you were wearing your chocolate brown skin tight yoga pants?” I asked, as I fondly remembered her clothing that day.

“Yes, I love this pose!”

“So do I,” I smiled as I knelt in front of her, caressed the backs of her strong lean stocking covered thighs, and leaned in to lick between the lips of her pussy. I enjoyed her sweet nectar as her arousal increased the flow. Her wide spread thighs also exposed her pink puckered anus and parted her lips to expose her clit.

“Ohhhhhhh Mmmmmmm!” Gasped and moaned Krissy, as my tongue rimmed her ass.

I poked my tongue in and her body shivered. I licked the exposed skin of her inner thighs above to tops of her stockings, then stood and tapped my throbbing cock against her exposed clit.

“Please fuck me Tommmmm,” she groaned.

I pressed the head of my cock lower to the shiny wet and well lubricated entrance to her vagina. I slipped inside as I looked into Krissy’s smiling eyes. “I’ve missed you,” she mouthed as I entered her fully and my cock stretched past her cervix.

I started a slow methodical fuck and whispered, “I’ve missed you too!” As she rocked slowly from side to side, still holding her feet and alternately extending and bending her legs.

After several minutes of gentle fucking, she let go of her feet and reached up to me. I leaned over, as her stocking covered legs wrapped around my waist and most of my weight was now supported by Krissy’s hips as my cock probed even deeper into her core. We kissed again as her body responded to deeper, harder and repeated penetrations.

Ciara and I were having breakfast a few days later — Linda had to meet with the insurance adjuster, and left early for her meeting.

Between bites of toast Ciara looked at me. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure” I said — wondering what was next.

“It isn’t weird having Linda stay with us, is it?”

“Weird, what do you mean?”

“Last night, when you were on Zoom calls until 9 — she and I had dinner and a couple of glasses of wine. She asked me if I was happy with you.”

“What are you trying to tell me? Is there something I should be worried about?”

“No, no, that’s not it at all. Yes, I’m very happy. It was like…I don’t know, almost like she was sad or jealous, but not in a mean kind of way. I told her I was very happy, and she said ‘I figured as much, as I used to hear you guys through the walls sometimes before my house was destroyed. My bedroom is on the other side of yours — these row houses have such thin walls.’ “

“Maybe ‘jealous’ isn’t the right word — I don’t know, ‘envious’ maybe? She told me that her husband hadn’t touched her in the two years before he died — his heart attack had spooked him. As she put it to me, “he was never very adventurous in bed, but something was better than nothing and I miss it.”

“That’s kind of sad more than anything.”

“I know. Then she added that she heard us on Monday when we were having sex – she said it reminded her of what she was missing, and, well, as she put it to me, ‘It was like I had my own personal porn soundtrack and it did the trick for me.’ “

I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, ‘we’ do get loud sometimes, but I think that’s hot.”

“Stop, you’re embarrassing me.”

“Really, because you look happy, not embarrassed.” I nodded my head and looked at her breasts — her nipples were poking through her t-shirt.

She reached over to slap me playfully. “God, you have one thing on your mind all the time.”

“In this case two things, but who’s counting?”

“So you don’t think it is weird?”

“What? That hearing other people having sex makes her horny? Not at all. I think it’s a compliment — she’s alone, hasn’t had sex in how many, four years? The sound of sex turns people on — that’s pretty normal. She shared this with you – she trusts you deeply.”

“Well, there’s more.”

“More?”

“She told me that she’d given up on being with a man ever again. She said nobody would ever find her attractive — that she’s ‘saggy and heavy’ — her exact words — and said ‘you’re in great shape Ciara, you’ve got great boobs, haven’t put on much weight, no wonder he’s hot for you.’ She was looking at me when she said this, I don’t know, like she was checking me out.”

“I thought women did that to each other all the time? Compared themselves, talked about their ‘best features’ or whatever. I think she’s flattering you. I mean, it is true — but your great curves are just one reason I can’t keep my hands off of you. And she is heavy, I mean, sounds like she’s just being honest.”

“But don’t you think this is a little weird?”

“Weird? No. We’re probably just driving her crazy. Hey, if I’m not mistaken, I think your sweet, little, hard nipples are about to tear holes in your t-shirt — I think you like talking about this…” I reached over to gently brush each of her breasts with my hand, and she shivered.

“God, how do you do that, make me want you.”

“Like this.” I looked at her as I pulled her t-shirt up, then pulled down her bra, and leaned in to teasingly kiss her nipples.

“Stop” she said as she placed her hands on my head and pulled me tighter against her breasts as they flattened under my face. “What if Linda comes back?”

“Well, maybe she wants to watch us, too, not just hear us through the walls. That way she gets the video and the soundtrack. She could see firsthand what a slut you are and masturbate as she watches you suck my cock until I cum in your mouth and drip down your chin, and she can hear how you beg for it in your pussy…” I rubbed her pussy as I spoke to her, and she pressed down in her chair against my hand, rubbing back. I felt her wetness coming through the fabric.

“Oh fuck” was all she said as she pulled my mouth more tightly against her nipple — and then we both heard it at the same time. The key in the front door lock, then the blinds on the door scraping. Linda was back, early.

I pulled away, sat up, pushed my chair back, and smoothed my hair. Ciara pulled up her bra, pulled down her t-shirt, and mouthed the words at me: “You bastard” — and I smiled as I slowly ran my fingers across my lips, as if brushing off breakfast crumbs.

Linda walked into the kitchen, oblivious. “Hi, that didn’t take nearly as long as I thought. The adjuster said he’d never seen such a mess and they’d cover everything. I’m so relieved. Is the coffee still hot?”

I got up to get her a cup of coffee and some toast, and from behind her — as she spoke to Ciara — şırnak escort I could see that Ciara’s face was flushed and her nipples were poking through her t-shirt, still hard from my mouth. Linda had to notice — but of course, wasn’t go to say anything. I put Linda’s coffee on the table in front of her, and took my leave.

“I’ve got to head upstairs for my next Zoom call — glad things worked out with the adjuster Linda. See you guys later.”

As I walked out of the kitchen I saw Linda glancing down at Ciara’s chest, Ciara’s nipples still poking out like two buttons, and remembered how they felt against my lips and tongue.

That night Ciara and I were in bed, reading our books. I put my hand on her thigh and gently stroked her leg. “We never did finish what we started this morning, before Linda walked in.”

“You are such a jerk” she said playfully — “you got me going, and then left me high and dry.”

“You didn’t seem too dry. And that wasn’t my choice, believe me.” She seemed to shiver for a moment. “I think you wanted to fuck on the kitchen table. It’s a good thing we didn’t — Linda would have caught us.” I teased her thigh.

“Maybe next time she goes out. You can pull down those yoga pants of yours, sit on the table, and I can eat you for breakfast. I know how much you love my tongue deep inside your pussy — almost as much as my cock. Or would you rather be bent over the table?”

She put her book down. “After I finished having coffee with Linda I went into the bathroom and masturbated with our electric toothbrush. I couldn’t stop thinking about your cock.”

“And what were you thinking, when you thought about my cock?”

“About how you stretch my pussy, making me feel so full, how I love to feel you inside of me.”

I could feel my cock growing as she told me these things, like it always did when she talked like this. I let my fingers drop down the inside of her thigh, and then up towards her slit.

“Maybe I should fill your pussy with my cock tonight. And then fill you with my cum until I run out of you and drip down the crack of your ass, and down your thighs, hot and sticky.” I started to rub her pussy lips. “And while I fuck you, you can think about being bent over the kitchen table downstairs, hanging on as I pound against your ass. Because as soon as Linda moves out that’s what I’m going to do.”

She put down her book and reached over to feel my cock. “Does this mean I have to wait until she moves out to have your cock?”

“That depends. Do you want it now? Between your legs?”

“Yessss…” she said, the word falling off in a short hiss.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“For you to fuck me.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you in my pussy, as if you were fucking me on the kitchen table.”

“Then put your head at the bottom of the bed and get on your hands and knees so I can pound your ass like you’re bent over the table.”

She threw off the covers, rolled over, got on her hands and knees, and wiggled her ass at me, looking back over her shoulder as she bit her lip in anticipation.

I got behind her, pushed her nightie up around her waist, held my hard cock in my hand, and began to tease her — both of us, really — rubbing my fat mushroom head up and down her slippery cunt. She tried to push back but I moved with her, staying just beyond her quivering lips. She groaned. “Ahh, give me your cock, I want it. Fuck me.”

“Not yet. I’m not sure you really mean it.” I pulled back, holding my cock, the head shiny with her pussy juices.

And that’s when I saw Linda.

Linda was in the hallway listening to us, again. Once again I could see her in the mirror, the bathroom light providing just enough glow. I hadn’t noticed when she had appeared — but just like last time she stood there quietly, her bathrobe falling open, one hand busy between her legs under her dark bush, the other under her bathrobe as she played with her breasts. I could see her arms moving, masturbating as she listened, playing with herself.

I leaned forward and rubbed my cock up and down Ciara’s labia — knowing she would moan loudly enough for Linda to hear clearly. Like a paintbrush I rubbed her again, slipping the tip just inside her.

“Please, just fuck me. Put your cock in. Please.” Even in the reflected gloom I could see Linda’s eyes grow bigger as she listened.

“I should have fucked you on the kitchen table this morning. I don’t care if Linda would have caught us. In fact, I think that’s hot. She could have watched us fuck and played with her pussy as I pounded you. What do you think about that?”

“Yes, yes, that’s what I want, fuck me on the table…”

I slid my cock into her. She was wet and warm, like a tight stick of butter. I slid all the way in, balls deep, my hands on her hips. She let out one long moan and pushed her ass back against me. I thrusted in and out a few şırnak escort bayan times — the sounds would have been unmistakable to Linda, the slapping flesh, the squishing of Ciara’s sopping pussy as I pushed my cock in, the squeaking of the bedsprings, Ciara’s rhythmic moaning.

And then I stopped — I held her hips and pulled her against me, my cock buried between her pussy lips. “Can you feel me stretching your pussy?”

“God yes!”

“Is that what you wanted?”

“Yes!”

I could see Linda’s arm moving quickly, up and down — we were driving her crazy, and she was biting her lip as if she was ready to cum.

And so I called out to her. “Linda, come in here and watch. We want you to.”

Ciara sounded confused. “Wha…” and I pulled my cock out and drove it back in, hard, and Ciara didn’t finish her sentence. Linda stopped masturbating when she heard my voice, frozen, caught in what she thought was a private act of voyeurism.

“Linda, I can see you in the hall. I know you are listening. And touching yourself. It’s OK. Come in, we want you to.” And then I started pounding into Ciara’s pussy — I didn’t want Ciara to think too much about this. Linda still seemed frozen — and then she turned to see the mirror on the wall, as if eyeing an escape, and saw my reflection — behind Ciara, fucking her doggy style, looking right at Linda.

I said it again. “Linda, come in.” Ciara was groaning, each thrust triggering a moan and a whimper, and then a soft, “Oh fuck, fuck me…”

I said it again. “Come in Linda. Don’t stand out there,” and then she did. She took a couple of steps forward — pushed open the bedroom door, which had been ajar, and walked to the foot of the bed. She was looking down at Ciara, who was lost in pleasure — her eyes closed tightly, her mouth open, her breasts hanging down and swinging each time I pounded into her — and as she watched Ciara, Linda rubbed her own pussy. I could see her fingers wet and glistening as she fucked herself, and I wondered if she was imagining herself getting fucked — or if she wanted to fuck Ciara.

“Come over here, Linda, see my cock in her pussy.” For a moment I thought she wouldn’t budge — but then she did, walking up the side of the bed. I turned slightly to let her see, and pulled back until just the tip of my cock was in Ciara. “Look at that sweet juicy pussy. She feels like heaven — and loves to fuck,” and with that I drove my cock back into Ciara. Linda seemed to fuck herself faster as she watched.

I looked at Linda. “Want to see that again? Watch.” I pulled back, slowly, further, and further, until my cock came out of Ciara’s pussy and she whimpered, wiggling her ass in the air. “Put it back in, please.”

I wanted to see how far Linda would go. “Linda, put my cock back in Ciara’s pussy. She wants it, and needs it back inside her.” Linda leaned forward without hesitation, wrapped her hand around me, and tugged my cock towards Ciara’s gaping, glistening hole until I started to slip back in.

I looked at Linda as she watched, and spoke to Ciara as I sawed in and out of her slit. “Ciara, baby, what do you want?”

“God I want to cum, I want you to cum in me…”

“Linda, help her…give her what she needs…reach under and rub her, just like you were touching yourself…you know how to do it…”

And she did. She reached under Ciara with her left hand. I could hear the wet sounds as she rubbed her, and then she reached around behind me, between my legs, to rub my balls.

It was too much, I couldn’t hold back — not that I really wanted to any longer. I started cumming and cumming, pulling Ciara back on my cock so hard I thought I might hurt her, pouring my jizz into her sopping cunt, my spasms triggering her own orgasm.

I could feel her pussy grabbing me as she contracted, each random spasm matched with a muffled cry, and with a final groan she fell forward, unable to hold herself up any more. My cock sprang free and bobbed in front of Linda, bright red and dripping.

I reached down to nudge Ciara. “Roll over My Dear — I love to look at you after we make love.” With great effort she got up on one elbow, turned on her back, and collapsed back on the bed. Her hair was wild, pointing in all directions; her heavy breasts fell back on her chest, her nipples were still hard and pointing off to the sides, and her pussy was swollen, gaping open, bright pink, her thatch of curly red and gray hair matted with my cum and her juices.

I climbed off the bed on the side where Linda was standing, and brushed by her as I came to the foot of the bed, where Ciara’s head was, looked down at her, and leaned forward. “Baby, clean me like you do…” Linda looked at Ciara, almost staring, as if she were unable to look away. Ciara reached up to hold my cock steady and then tugged me towards her mouth, her tongue straining to taste our mingled juices.

“Come closer Linda, you’ll escort şırnak see better. And take your robe off.” I held out my hand and beckoned her closer. She hesitated for a moment — and then shrugged out of her bathrobe and walked to the bottom of the bed to stand next to me. She looked down at Ciara’s greedy mouth as she slurped on my cock, which was already responding. “If you hold my cock steady, she’ll be better able to clean me…”

Linda reached down without hesitation, wrapped her hand around my cock, and pointed it at Ciara’s mouth. I reached behind Linda and put my hand on her ass, and began to rub her bottom softly, gradually moving my hand down the crack of her ass. She parted her legs to give me better access and pressed back against my hand, her eagerness making me even harder as she rubbed back against me while watching Ciara suck and lick me my sticky cock. Linda seemed transfixed with desire and hunger.

“Linda, lay down on the bed next to Ciara.” She climbed on the bed next to her — but was unsure for a moment. “Right next to her, alongside her. Help her out…” She lay next to her, alongside her, the two of them touching along their length, their shoulders touching, their legs, their full breasts touching, and I pulled my cock from Ciara’s mouth and pointed it at Linda’s. “Go ahead, taste me…Ciara, help her.”

As Ciara held my cock steady Linda strained up — tentative for a moment — and then stuck out her tongue, first a lick, then another. She opened her mouth and I pushed over her lips, watching her eyes grow wider as she stretched her mouth. As I watched she reached across and touched Ciara’s breast, gently squeezing her soft flesh. I rocked back and forth slightly, sliding in and out of Linda’s mouth, urging her on. “That’s so good…that’s right, like that…I saw you watching us, and touching yourself…were you wondering what Ciara was feeling…what I felt like inside her?” Linda nodded as best she could, mumbling “Uh-huh” with her mouth full.

With that I pulled out of her mouth, walked around the bed, my cock bobbing in front of me, and climbed onto the mattress. I put my hands inside her legs and gently nudged them apart. Her pussy was shining with excitement. Ciara took her hand and began tenderly brushing her hair back, caressing her face. “What do you want Linda?”

“Yes…” was all she said. I scooted forward between her legs until I was all but on top of her, and put the tip of my cock inside her swollen lips. She strained forward as best she could, and said it again, a breathy word that was something between a command and a hope, “Yes…” and I pushed in, her vagina eager and willing to take me in, and with each inch she seems to pull me further inside.

“Is this what you wanted when you were watching us Linda?”

“Yes, please, yes…”

“And what else?”

“Cia…Cia…Ciara…”

I kept moving in and out of her, strong, slow, steady thrusts holding her pinned to the bed each time I was balls deep, before pulling back. “What about Ciara? Have you ever…”

“No, never…”

“Ciara, kiss her. Kiss Linda…”

Linda looked into Ciara’s eyes, and nodded her head up and down quickly. Ciara slowly leaned over and kissed her gently…and then again…and then harder, and longer, and I saw Ciara’s jaw move as she snaked her tongue into Linda’s mouth.

I reached down to find Linda’s clit, my cock still inside her. Her folds were so swollen and wet that I felt like my fingers were in a maze, so I just pressed down and rubbed her.

Linda broke the kiss and gasped. Ciara bent over to find her nipples, and Linda’s orgasm, the one she had been desperate for since she first listened to us from the hallway, began to boil up. She started to buck up against me, against my hand and my cock, and reached to pull Ciara more tightly on her breast. She cried out “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” and I thought I saw a tear in her eye as the pent-up emotion came pouring out with her orgasm, the pleasure coursing through her body.

I started to pump hard — to fuck her, fast and deep, her erotic cries sending shivers deep into my balls, and I knew it wouldn’t be long. “Linda, I’m going to fill you with my cum, just like Ciara…” but she seemed to be unable to say anything — she just kept bucking up under me, as if she wanted my cock even deeper, and then I erupted with a growling grunt, spurting deep inside her until my balls were empty and I was totally spent. I pulled my cock out of her pussy, my cum oozing from her slit, and laid down next to her, my heart pounding, to catch my breath.

We all eventually fell asleep like that, squeezed into the queen-sized bed, sticky and tangled. When we awoke the next morning Linda looked sheepish – “I suppose I should apologize for eavesdropping on you guys from the hallway — I’m sorry.”

Both Ciara and I said “we’re not” at the same time — as if it has been planned — and all three of us started laughing. “Actually,” I said, “I was hoping we could do all that again if you’d both like. Except for the eavesdropping part in the hall — although if you really like that Linda, that’s OK too.”

And with a smile that was mischievous, sultry, and happy, she said “yeah, I liked that too. It made me so wet…”

The events I am about to describe took place about ten years ago, when I was sharing a house with my sister. She was involved with a group that regularly staged, in our cosmopolitan Western city, a traditional form of Asian theatre that involved elaborate costuming and make-up, and in which female roles were often taken by men. On account of this, her circle of friends included at that time a number of young, effeminate, Asian men. They came to the house often, not only because of the artistic interest, but also because she had become something of a mother figure to many of them. I had met many of them, and liked them.

At the time my sister was on an extended visit to Asia, so I was surprised when I answered a ring on the doorbell to find one of her young friends on the doorstep. Normally confident and graceful, today he was looking tense and shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot. I led him down the short passageway into the lounge and invited him to take a seat. He continued to stand awkwardly.

“I wonder … I need … Could I use your toilet first please,” he stammered.

Of course! I should have guessed from his posture that he was in discomfort from a full bladder. There was a cupboard toilet on the ground floor at the back of the house, not easy to find, so I led him there. I opened the door and turned: “There it is.” He was fumbling at his pants in his urgency to relieve himself and I saw that he had already opened his fly and was desperately trying to free his penis. As he brushed by me the tip of his foreskin appeared, already dribbling pee. He gave a little whimper as the dribble turned to a spurt. He raced to the bowl, his back to me, and loud splashing noises ensued. Discreetly, I retreated to the lounge.

I sat down in one of the armchairs, surprised and disturbed by my sudden, strong arousal at this strange turn of events. I had only glimpsed the pissing tip of his cock for a fraction of a second, but I couldn’t erase the image from my mind.

After about ten minutes he re-appeared. There was a wet patch on the front of his jeans about the diameter of a tennis ball. “I’m sorry, I’m so embarrassed. I made a little bit of a mess on your floor, but I wiped it up as best I could.” His face wore a coy expression, but at the same time his eyes were watching me carefully for my reactions. I had a sudden bartın escort suspicion that there was a seduction going on and felt, to my surprise, an eagerness to participate.

“It’s all right, these things happen. But I can’t let you go back like that. Come upstairs. I can sponge and dry your jeans and lend you a pair of my underpants.”

My bedroom had a small en-suite attached, and it was there that I took him. He took off his shirt and continued to undress until he stood on the bath mat in his underpants. They were white cotton. The front was sodden and the cloth clung to the outline of a small, uncircumcised penis. His honey-coloured skin was hairless and smooth. His nipples were dark, round and slightly swollen. He stepped into the bathtub and looked at me coyly.

I sensed that he was teasing me. He knew I wanted to see his penis and was excited at the thought of arousing me. “It’s alright, you can take them off. After all, I’ve seen it already.”

“Yes, and my pee was already coming out – I was so embarrassed.”

The words evoked the image again and I felt my cock lengthening in my pants. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of his underpants and pulled them to his ankles in a single, graceful movement, stepped out of them and flicked them to the end of the tub with his toe.

His sac was hairless, round and firm. His dark pubic hair was bushy but trimmed at the edges in a feminine manner. His penis was small and the tight tube of his foreskin covered the glans. It peeked like a little bird from its nest of hair. He stood gracefully, his weight slightly on one leg, like an Asian David.

There was a hand-held shower-head in a bracket on the wall, on the other side of the bath-tub. I knelt down beside the tub, glad to be able to hide the signs of my rapidly growing arousal under the rim. I reached across, took the shower-head from its bracket, turned on the taps and adjusted the temperature of water. If I had moved my shoulder slightly to the right, it would have brushed his penis. If I had turned my head slightly to the right, I would have been able to kiss it or take it into my mouth. My heart was pounding and I was glad I was able to hide the trembling of my hands by fiddling with the taps.

I inverted the nozzle and let the spray play on the underside bartın escort bayan of his penis. I knew from experience what a stimulating effect that had. He gasped and the little bird stirred in its nest.

“You are so kind. You saved me from wetting my pants and now you are washing me.” His voice was soft and feminine. “For some reason my kidneys were hyperactive all day. I work in the north and live in the south. I have to take three buses to get home. By the time I got off my second bus, I was really in a lot of trouble. I have to walk half a mile to the interchange to catch my last bus. There is a toilet in the interchange, but I knew I couldn’t last that long”

I understood his predicament. His route was through a residential area – there were no public conveniences. “I just didn’t know what to do. There were cars and people around so I couldn’t stand against a wall and do it in the street. It was getting to the point where I wouldn’t be able to hold it in any more and my muscles would just let go and it would all come out. Then I realised you lived nearby. But the excitement of thinking I might have a solution caused my sphincter to relax and I spurted into my underpants. I had to jam my hand into my pocket and hold myself to stop it.”

As if to demonstrate he pinched the base of his little cock between his forefinger and thumb. His other hand absent-mindedly drifted up to his chest. I saw that his nipples had become swollen and prominent. His penis had stiffened a little. I needed to see him stroke it.

“The soap is over there.” He moistened his hands in the spray and lathered them, then began to languidly soap his crotch with his right hand as his left stole back to his breast. His face adopted a dreamy expression and his eyes closed. I laid the streaming nozzle in the base of the tub and stared at him openly.

“I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t opened the door. I needed to go so badly, I was in agony. When you were leading me to the the toilet I knew I couldn’t last – I just had to take it out so I could go quickly, even though you saw me. And god, when I finally let it out, it was such a relief. I have never felt such relief.”

He was half hard and openly stroking himself now, his hips rocking backward and forward with each stroke. escort bartın The tip of his foreskin had loosened slightly so that with each thrust forward, it withdrew a little to give a glimpse of the glans and its little eye. His left thumb was gently rubbing his nipple.

‘”I’m glad,” I said, “I’m glad I helped you get relief.” Then, on an impulse, “You need to do it now, don’t you. You need to let it go.”

“Yes,” he said in a strangled voice, “I’ve been holding it in for so long. I need to let it out. Oh, I need the relief so badly.”

I reached out and gently stroked his buttocks. “It’s all right to let go. You need to do it. Just let it go.”

He groaned and dropped to his knees, stroking frantically now. His left hand dropped from his breast and cupped his sac. He arched his back. His penis was rigid, pointing up toward his chin. “I can’t hold it in any more. It’s going to come out,” he whimpered. I grasped his buttocks. They clenched tightly. “Do it. Do it for me.” I was almost shouting. He groaned and gave one last, hard, upward thrust, his muscles taut, his face grimacing. The glans emerged from the foreskin and the pearly white fluid streaked up onto his chest, once, twice, three times, four times. He gave a long, high pitched groan as he died the little death, then slumped forward, drained, still clutching himself with both hands.

My arousal was unbearable now. Quickly I went back into my room and reached into a drawer for a handkerchief. No sooner had I freed my cock and clasped the cloth over the end than the searing semen spurted out. I had to bite my lip to stop myself crying out.

I wiped myself then went to my sister’s bathroom and fetched her hair dryer, then on my way back pulled a fresh pair of underpants from my drawer. When I came back into the bathroom he was standing on the bath-mat, drying his thighs. His cock was no longer stiff, but still tumescent and a little red from the soap and the rubbing it had received. It jiggled enticingly as he towelled himself. I tore my eyes away and set to work sponging the wet patch on his jeans over the sink, then drying it with the hair-dryer. When I turned back to him, he was drawing my underpants slowly up his thighs. The little bird had withdrawn into its nest. As he drew the elastic over it, it flipped up briefly, then, to my regret, disappeared.

I handed him his jeans then, when he had donned them, led him downstairs and saw him to the door. “I’ll have your underpants washed and ready for you in a few days.” “And I’ll bring yours back. Would it be convenient to come at the same time Wednesday?” “I look forward to seeing you then.”

I was an impressionable teenager and prone to fantasies I couldn’t shake. And, like any teenager, I was raging with hormones. One such fantasy was Mr. Walker, who lived down the block from us. He was a former Marine in his thirties, who worked hard to keep himself in tip-top shape. He was a runner, and I’d frequently see him running around our neighborhood, wearing no more than skimpy shorts and running shoes without socks. He wasn’t muscle bound by any stretch of the imagination, but he was finely built and there wasn’t an ounce of fat on him anywhere. His buzz cut and exercise regime screamed that once a Marine, always a Marine.

The first thing that started me to fantasizing about Mr. Walker was his wife. She was a cute little blonde thing who always looked so satisfied with herself and who popped out a baby every twelve or thirteen months or so. In my adolescent mind, this suggested to me that every minute Mr. Walker wasn’t out running, he and Mrs. Walker were in their bed “doing it.” The mere image of that turned me on. As I said, I was suffering from raging hormones then, and I found myself fantasizing about being in bed with the Walkers—for several weeks about being in bed with Mrs. Walker, and then for a while with both of them, and finally, distressingly, I fixated on being in bed with just Mr. Walker.

The Walkers belonged to the same community club my family did, and in the summer of my sixteenth year, I found myself at the pool the same afternoon the Walker clan was there. Mr. Walker looked mighty fine poolside in that Speedo of his. He was in the shower of the men’s locker room soaping himself up when I entered the shower after my swim. A lump went to my throat. His body was magnificent—all sinew and muscle in motion and rolling veins lacing his body, having been pushed to the surface by his muscle and lack of any fat in which to hide. My eyes went directly to his dick, which was the biggest and thickest I’d ever seen as it plunged out of a clump of red hair at his groin. I hadn’t thought of Mr. Walker as a red head; his buzz cut was just too short to tell from that, and the rest of his body appeared smooth and hairless from a distance. I could see now, when he was soaping himself all over, that he had tufts of red hair at his pits as well. My own cock came to quick attention at what I was seeing.

Mr. Walker obviously saw me staring at his package as well as what my own was doing in response.

“Hey, you’re the kid living up the block from us, aren’t you?” he asked in a pleasant tone, not bothering to stop soaping around his dangling dick.

“Yeah,” I managed to burble out. “I see you running in the neighborhood sometimes.”

“Well, how old are you, kid?” he asked straight out.

I told him.

“When’s your birthday?” he then asked, which seemed a strange question at the time.

I told him that too.

“Well, on your eighteenth birthday, we’ll meet again,” he said. “Until then, keep yourself clean, ya hear? And you could stand to do some running of your own.” With that, he rinsed off and left me and my boner alone in the locker room shower.

I started running after that, but I never stopped fantasizing about Mr. Walker.

On my seventeenth birthday, I was out running a woodland trail. I’d gotten myself in great shape with my running, and I was grateful for that little nudge Mr. Walker had given me a year earlier. I was doing real well on the cross-country team now.

As I was steaming down the trail, I heard another runner coming up behind, someone, incredibly, who was opening it up a lot faster than I was. When he came up level to me, I saw that it was Mr. Walker in his skimpy shorts and sockless running shoes.

“How’s it going, Sport?” he called out to me in a voice that showed no signs of breathlessness. “Happy birthday. Today is your birthday, isn’t it? I remembered right, didn’t I?”

Besides being breathless from the exertion of running myself, what he was saying—having kept track of my birthday like this just from a chance encounter at the swimming pool—bowled me over so that the most I could do was mumble an affirmation that today, indeed, was my seventeenth birthday.

“I see you took my advice on running,” he said with a grin. “Lookin’ good, Sport. See you on your eighteenth. Keep clean.” And then he was off in front of me, leaving me in his dust as if I weren’t even flat out running myself.

This encounter didn’t cut down on my fantasy time about Mr. Walker for the next year.

It was my eighteenth birthday, and I was moving up the walk to my house after school, when a big SUV with smoked windows stopped beside me and the passenger window rolled down. I came over and looked inside. It was Mr. Walker. He was wearing a loose, long-sleeved shirt, worn blue jeans, and shiny black boots.

“Happy birthday, Sport,” he said with a big grin. “Climb in.”

I opened the door and climbed in. As the door shut, he rolled up my window. edirne escort We were alone now, in his big SUV with the smoked window.

Without fanfare, he took my right hand by the wrist and brought it around and laid it on his basket. I could feel him hard and massive through the worn material of the blue jeans.

“This can be your eighteenth birthday present, Sport, if you still want it,” he said in a husky voice. “You wanted it two years ago. Do you still want it, Sport? I won’t go any further unless you want it.”

“Yes, oh yes,” I managed once the frog had been cleared from my throat. He’d remembered. I knew I should say no and just get out of the car and bury myself in a safe, normal life. But this had been my fantasy for years.

“Well, then, let’s take a little ride. Buckle yourself up, but you don’t have to take your hand back, if you don’t want to. Here, let’s give it some air.” He pushed my hand to the top of his thigh and worked his zipper down. Then he went back to putting the SUV into gear and driving away from the curb. I worked my hand into the gap in his pants, not believing I was even doing this, imaging it was happening to someone I was watching from across the room, and his big plump dick just popped out of his pants. I gently ran my hand up and down and around it as we drop into the countryside. It had this large, popping vein running up the underside. It got impossibly large and hard as we drove along, and I was smearing some precum around the knob of the head when we pulled up to a small cabin in the woods, well off the main road.

Mr. Walker was actually breathing pretty hard when he came around to my side of the SUV, pulled me out with a strong hand on my wrist and guided me to the door of the cabin. I was wondering if he had been fantasizing about me that past two years as much as I had been fantasizing about him. He certainly had made a point of knowing exactly when we could do anything about it.

He unlocked and pushed open the door to the cabin, but then he turned and looked hard into my eyes.

“Last chance, son. We can go back now if you’re scared. I like to do this kind of special like. This probably won’t be like anything you’d imagined it to be. Birthdays should be memorable, I think.”

I just set my jaw and moved closer to the door. He got the message, and spoke again, in a softer voice.

“I can see you’ve kept up with the running as I suggested, Sport. But did you keep clean too? You do understand what I mean by that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I answered faltingly, trying to keep my eyes connected with him. “I mean yes to both. I understand, and I’ve kept clean.”

“Good,” he said with a satisfied tone. “It’s better, it feels better, if cleanliness can be assumed—if nothing has to get between skin and skin.” While I contemplated if I’d really understood what he meant, he put the palm of a hand in the small of my back and guided me to a door. He opened this, and we were descending stairs to a basement. The door at the bottom of the stairs was locked, but he unlocked this and pushed me into a small, square room. The walls, floor, and ceiling were a stark white, and in the very center of the room, prominently located, was a black leather sling suspended from overhead beams by strong chains. Half way up each chain was a black leather cuff, now open, padded on the inside.

I just stood and stared at this. Something inside me was stirring. This was beyond my fantasy, but I found that it was turning me on. I heard the door close behind me and the key turn in the lock, but I just couldn’t take my eyes off that black leather sling. When, at last, I was able to do so, I turned and my eyes popped open.

Mr. Walker had taken off his shirt and jeans and stood before me, nearly naked. He was still wearing the black boots that came up above his bulging calf muscles, but, beyond that, all he was wearing was a black leather harness criss-crossing his chest, studded with silver studs, and studded black leather wrist bands and bands around his biceps. His horse-hung cock was at full staff, and he was wrapping a black leather, studded cock ring tightly around its base as I watched.

“Strip, Sport,” he said in a throaty voice. I just stood there, mesmerized by the sight of him.

“I said strip, Sport,” he said more insistently. “And climb into that sling. I told you this would be special. But it won’t be any more dangerous than any other way we might have done.”

I then did as he directed, somewhat self-consciously pulling off my clothes and hunching over before him, trying to cover my manhood without any real means to do so.

“Stand up straight, Sport. Push it out. Ah, very nice. Very nice, indeed. It was well worth the wait. Now, into the sling.”

Not knowing quite how to get into the sling, I walked over to it and turned around, and tried ineffectually to hoist my butt up into the contraption. Mr. Walker escort edirne walked over and lifted me with strong hands at my waist, as if I were a rag doll, and plopped my ass into the sling. He then walked around to above me, and took, first one wrist, and then the other, and locked them in the black leather cuffs up the chain. He repeated this below, with my ankles, and there I was, spread-eagled helplessly in the sling. The bottom edge of the sling cut into my buttocks just where the small of my back flared out to my butt cheeks, and the upper edge hit between my shoulder blades.

Mr. Walker walked away from me and the lights went out in the room, to be replaced by colored lights, beamed from several positions, swirling about the walls, ceiling, and floor, in undulating waves of blue, green, red, and purple.

Mr. Walker was above me now, pushing my shoulders down and then taking my head in his hands and pushing that down as well. He had his enormous cock at my mouth, pushing at my lips from above, and then he was inside my mouth, and fucking my mouth in ever more insistent thrusts. I didn’t have to do more than gag for him; I couldn’t do more than gag for him, either, because I was completely trussed up and at his mercy. I wouldn’t have known what to do anyway. But he told me what to do.

“Just relax, Sport,” he said. “Open wide, unlock your jaw, and get your tongue below it and let it slide in easy. Ahh, yes, like that. Ahh, yes, a sweet mouth. Teeth out of the way, lips closed tight on it. Yes, that’s better. Take it all, now. You can do it. Just loosen up and relax. There, just a bit more. Ahhhh, yesss. Feel the studs of the cock ring at your lips? That means you’ve taken it all. Now, letting it slide in and out. Yes, like that, in and out. Ahhhhh. Ah, AH, AHHH! Hot Damn!”

I started gagging again, as his cum burbled up in my mouth and overflowed on my chin. He pulled right out of me than, and his lips and tongue were at mine, cleaning me of his jism, and kissing me now.

He leaned his face into my ear and whispered to me. “That was nice, Sport. I think you’re going to learn to give head real good. But I bet what you really want is your birthday present. I’m going to give that to you in about fifteen or twenty minutes. Gotta reload from that nice blow job. Won’t take long to reload. Got some good advice for you on that. Eat healthy, live clean, stay fit, get plenty of sleep, and fuck often with a lot of variety, and you can keep your reload time down. Now, I’m gonna do you.”

He walked away from me, and the next I saw he was below me between my spread-eagled legs. He held my balls in the palm of one hand like they were eggs he was about to crack, and he lowered his lips to my throbbing cock, licking it all over and then going down on it with his mouth. I almost lifted out of the sling in response to teething and sucking he was doing on my cock. The meeting of fantasy and reality were just too much for me, and I shot my load down his throat in short order. I was embarrassed that I’d cum this quickly, but Mr. Walker seemed to be pleased. At least he gave me a big grin, and then moved his lips and tongue to my asshole and wetted me up real well there. All the time he was sucking and rimming me, he was encouraging me to tell him what I liked and what I liked better, and, although words pretty much failed me, I think he got the answers he needed from the differing timbres of my moaning and groaning.

After a short while, he seemed ready to go again, because I saw him rise up below me and I felt the head of his cock at my asshole. It was just pressing at my asshole, with its head rocking back and forth, straining the rim, and I already felt I wouldn’t be able to take him. My torso and limbs went rigid, and I arched my back against the sling.

“Relax there, Sport,” he was saying. And then he left me for a minute, and when he came back, he had a black rubber plug with straps attached to it, which he plopped into my mouth, pushing my tongue down and filling my mouth, and he then pulled the straps around my head and tied them at the back.

“That isn’t to keep you from screaming, Sport. You’re going to want to do a lot of screaming, especially at the beginning. But we’re way out here in the woods. There’s nobody to hear your screaming. This is to keep you from biting your tongue off.”

He went around to below me again, and with a sudden thrust of his hips, the head of his cock was inside my ass. I screamed in pain and went all rigid again. There was no sound, however, beyond a muffled grunt of pain, and I was biting down so hard on the rubber plug that I thought my teeth surely would bite through and meet.

“Not much else to do at the start, Sport,” Mr. Walker was saying. “Your ass is new to this, and my cock is extra big. Trust me, it’s going to be bad for a few minutes, but then it’s going to get very, very good. And keep remembering that you wanted this. edirne escort bayan Ugh!” And with that his cock head and breached my virginal ring, and he held there.

“The worst is passed, now,” he was saying. “The rest will be easier, especially if you’ll relax and let all of the tension flow out of your body.”

He placed his hands on my belly and worked them up to my pecs, massaging me, helping me to relax. They came back down and then glided up my outstretched legs.

“Breath deeply and regularly,” he was saying. “And as I snake up you, take short, panting breaths. It will help. But however you breathe, remember to continue to do it. Don’t hold your breath. This is your eighteenth birthday. I want to give you the fuck of your life.”

I watched his strong, thickly veined hands, with those sensuous fingers, gliding across my body. One came back to my belly, palm down, and his finger spread out on my abs. I watched that hand, rising and falling as I breathed, and I relaxed as I could see my breath becoming more regular. And as I relaxed, his cock started its long, slow journey up my ass canal. My ass walls were welcoming it, the muscles moving in waves and closely caressing his pulsating rod.

“Nice, very nice,” he was murmuring. “Your ass wants me, I can tell. It’s making love to my cock. You’re tight and sweet. Everything I’d imagined. There, can you feel them? The studs of my cock ring are at your asshole now. You’ve managed me; I’m all in.”

And I could feel those studs, and it didn’t hurt so much anymore. And I was exhilarated that he was all in me, fulfilling my fantasies. He’d told me it would be a lot easier and less painful the next time, and I believed him.

He lifted his hands and wrapped them around the chain and my bound ankles now and started the sling in motion. My ass was being stroked, but it was happening by the motion of the sling Mr. Walker was setting with his hands. The swinging of the sling increased, both in arc and in speed, and soon Mr. Walker’s pelvis also was in motion, and he was fucking me in deep and long strokes. He was losing control of himself and giving me a wild ride, as I watched the motion of the studded leather harness across his chest. At length, he gave out a primeval scream, and I felt his cum jetting off deep inside me, and backing up along his buried cock and dribbling out of my asshole.

“Happy birthday, Sport,” he exclaimed to me with a big grin, and then he helped me out of my bonds and the sling and supported me in his strong arms as we went back up the basement stairs to a small table in the kitchen. There he pulled food out of the refrigerator, and we both sat there, naked, at the kitchen table and ate like we hadn’t seen food for a week.

After he’d had his fill, Mr. Walker winked at me, and said. “Think it’s been twenty minutes again, Sport. I can feel the power coming back. And my birthday is coming up soon. Let’s see if I can find a present too.”

He pulled me up from the table by the wrists and marched me into a small bedroom that took up the other back corner of the house from the kitchen. He had leather thongs out and, after pushing me down on the bed on my belly, he tied my wrists together and strapped my arms to the rods at the center of the brass headboard and then tied my legs, from the ankles, to the opposite bed posts at the bottom of the bed. He then came up behind me and between my legs on his knees, and a felt that big, hard cock at my backdoor again. He lifted my pelvis with his hands on my hips and skewered me with his cock in one long gliding motion, having already stretched my ass to his specifications not more than an hour earlier. I gave him plenty of noise, while he rode me like a show bull. And rode me and rode me and rode me.

When he’d shot his load, he reached around and released my arms and legs and then went over on his side, pulling my butt into his pelvis. We cuddled and kissed and joyfully explored each other with our hands until he’d reloaded again and then he lifted my leg, nuzzled his pelvis under my butt, and took me in a side split one more time, this time more gently and languidly, as if we had all of the time in the world to meld to each other.

It was near dusk before we had finished fucking and had gotten cleaned up. Mr. Walker drove me back into town, leaving me off a couple of blocks up the street from my house and then just driving on by my house and into his driveway before I reached our section of the sidewalk. He was greeted at the door by his pert little wife, who kissed him, and I saw him give her a little pat on the butt as they turned and went into the house. I wondered if he would take her straight to their bedroom and feed that enormous cock into her just like he’d done with me, and a little jolt of jealously shot through me. I knew then that Mr. Walker wasn’t a habit I’d be giving up anytime soon.

My family held a grand eighteenth-birthday party for me that evening, oblivious to the fact that I couldn’t bear to sit on the hard dining room chairs for any length of time. My gifts from that significant birthday were memorable—my parents gave me the keys to a red Mustang convertible—but none was as memorable as the gift Mr. Walker had given me in that cabin in the woods.

Chapter Fifteen – Doors And Walls

It was late in the evening when he finally went home. He had taken the car and driven aimlessly for hours, trying hard to ignore the mess in his brain.

Like a burglar, he sneaked into the house. Maybe Aron was already asleep and he wasn’t going to offer any explanations now. He took off his shoes and began to walk slowly through the living room. Maybe he was just going to crash on the sofa.

The sound of a door opening and the light flooding the room made him stop. He turned slowly only to face a very quiet and angry Aron who now had many more clothes on him then the nights before. Funny, how he wished he could just stare at Aron’s naked chest right now more than anything in the world. But the guy wore a tee, and he was clearly pissed.

“You didn’t come to the hospital, after all,” Aron said.

“No shit, Sherlock,” Carter murmured as he crushed on the sofa.

He felt so damn exhausted.

“Where have you been? Where do you come from at this fucking hour?” Aron said, loudly this time.

“Work,” Carter shrugged.

“I know you’ve not been at work until now, Alex. So I’m asking again. Where the fuck have you been?”

All right, Aron wasn’t exactly shouting, but he was close. And Carter had a migraine that could kill an army of divas.

“Stop shouting, what the fuck?” he groaned.

“Have you been with Simon? Again?” Aron asked, in the same aggressive tone. “I thought you were through with playing around with that guy.”

“Playing around?” Carter snorted.

He was so damn tired.

“I know that it must be rewarding for you to have someone like him lick your feet, but really, you should just leave that guy alone. And you should be more careful. You cannot always dodge rumors by claiming you’re practicing hugging!”

Ah, so at least Aron hadn’t been fooled by that cheap trick. But, wait, what did Aron know about the whole Simon affair?

“What do you think I’m doing with Simon?” he asked directly.

Aron huffed.

“You like to lead him by the nose. I know you like the attention, but I don’t want to be called the poor cheated husband in all this. And that guy should find someone who would be interested in reciprocating. Plus, since you’re not sleeping with him, like you swore to me you’re not, what the hell are you two doing for hours?”

“I’m not sleeping with Simon?” Carter blinked in confusion. “Then what the hell I’m doing?”

“You tell me,” Aron shot back. “Ah, wait, it’s your amnesia!”

Aron didn’t believe him he was amnesic. Aron thought Alex and Simon were some sort of buddies. And he was simply dumb about the whole thing. Carter felt so exhausted that he just wanted to throw in Aron’s face that Alex had already cheated and that he had had Simon’s cock up all his usable holes. But no, he had tried so hard to keep things in check.

So why weren’t they? Why the fuck were things not in check? And why was his mother crying when she just had to be … her usual self? Logical? Restrained? Always caring about her next exploring mission?

“Alex, have you been crying?” Aron suddenly asked in shock, his voice a complete one-eighty from before.

No, he hadn’t been crying.

“Your eyes are all red and puffy,” Aron hurried by his side.

“Just dust getting in my eyes,” he mumbled.

From all the driving with the windows down. He had felt the need for air like he had been on the point of suffocating.

Aron pulled him into a hug, ignoring him, and damn it felt good. It was so warm in Aron’s arms. He rubbed his forehead against Aron’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to worry about Simon,” he mumbled. “I have it all figured out.”

Sort of. Still better than nothing. Still better than cheating. He could not believe that scumbag Alex. Why was he cheating on Aron? Why the fuck was he doing that? Aron was … everything.

He clung to Aron hard. This was not supposed to happen, but he needed Aron more than anything now. So he held him tight, just as tight as Aron was squeezing back.

“You’re worrying me, baby,” Aron cooed. “You’re not your usual self.”

Carter felt like laughing.

I’m not, Aron! I’m not your lying cheating asshole husband! I’m just your lying idiot best friend!

Words that were just meant to remain unspoken.

For the moment, he just felt naked. Not physically, but as if his soul was exposed and every little bit of it was left out to dry. So he just needed to take Aron’s strong body and drape his bare soul with it. Only that way he could get out of it, away from his own mistakes.

His breath was shallow as he angled his head to kiss Aron. He could tell the man was a bit surprised. No, it wasn’t a kiss like a peck on the lips. It was needy and raw, and, now Carter could admit it, if only for this moment, sexual.

This wasn’t the cold kiss he had given Simon earlier. All his need for Aron was molded into it. He bit Aron’s lips softly, despite the thrumming in his blood. Aron exhaled, and Carter pushed his tongue inside hard. He wanted to taste Aron, gümüşhane escort to eat him up whole, and make him a part of him. If only for this moment.

“Baby,” Aron cooed.

He didn’t care for Aron’s soft words, for his worry and pity. He wanted, no, needed, something else. So he moved and straddled Aron’s thighs, enjoying the way his crotch rubbed against Aron’s silk pants, as he leaned forward.

At least, Aron had no mind to protest. Instead, his large hands wandered down Carter’s back, landing on his ass and squeezing hard.

It was Alex’s body Aron loved and cherished. But Carter had to make things right for his own sake this one time, and imagine how Aron would touch him, his body, not the one he was renting right now not by his own volition. How would Aron’s hands fit on his muscled back? He wasn’t as big and strong as Aron, but still, he was nothing like skinny, doll face Alex. He was a man, wanting and needing another man.

What would Aron think of him if he were to saw him naked? He still remembered the comment the guy had made about his ass. Maybe he really did have the type of ass Aron liked, although he had no idea how that could be. He didn’t care to understand. He just wanted to have Aron, even if only temporary.

“You’re so hot tonight,” Aron whispered through the kisses. “Are you really okay, baby?”

“Is it wrong for me to want you?” Carter asked, painfully aware that Aron could not understand the question.

“No, no, why would it be wrong? I want you so much, baby,” Aron whispered and began licking Carter’s neck.

He was a fraud. A trickster of the worst kind. But tonight, he could not help it. There was just one thing.

“Condoms? Do we have any?”

Cheater Alex still had a body that needed to have clean tests results before sleeping with his husband.

“I’ll find one,” Aron put him down, a bit too abruptly.

He sat there, on the floor, not moving. He was insane, but, by the way his body looked in that hospital, he was probably going to die soon, so heaven could forgive him for wanting this, wanting Aron. The whole of him.

Aron was back and Carter let himself manhandled now, his jeans pushed down, and his body bent over the sofa.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m so going to fuck you,” Aron caressed his ass, squeezing his buttocks and sending small shocks up his spine.

He could not be more beyond himself with want. For once in an eternity, he was honest with himself. If there was one single thing he wanted in the world right now, after he had seen his mother crying, that was not to lie for a moment or two.

Aron’s fingers were cool and slick against his ass, and he pushed back, wanting the hardest part to pass, the one that he didn’t want to think about when he was going to just surrender one part of him that he had thought was not going to belong to anyone else. The foolishness of that was almost painful.

He willed his body to relax. He had no clear idea about gay sex, but he knew how the human body worked. His nerve endings were raw, and just getting more and more overstimulated by each thrust of Aron’s fingers.

“Ready, baby?” Aron whispered, his voice loaded with desire.

He had no term of comparison. He didn’t know. But he wanted to find out.

“Fuck me,” he said simply.

He clenched his hands into the leather sofa. Most probably there were going to be traces left from his blunt nails, but right now he had no time to think about everything. Aron was big, gigantic at his backside, and he wondered if this was going to work, after all. Perception was clearly skewed; he knew exactly how big Aron was. And this wasn’t it. He just had to let go. Aron had fucked his husband. It wasn’t impossible. And he needed Aron deep inside, he needed him so badly, that it had to work.

Aron was grunting, expressing his strain. It was obvious that it wasn’t easy for him, either.

“Sorry, baby, I don’t want to hurt you,” Aron spoke.

“I want you to hurt me,” he whispered.

Because then I won’t be able to feel anything else, he continued in his mind. And not feeling anything else is everything I want. There’s only room for you here right now.

Home. That was Aron for him.

He cried out in surprise as Aron’s began sliding in, the lube finally doing its job. The sensation of fullness was maddening. Like he could not breathe, but who needed to breathe anyway? Aron grabbed his slender waist with his hands and pushed himself fully inside.

Like a sword in its sheath. Carter would have laughed at the comparison, if not for the stabbing pain in his backside. But he could live with it because it was everything he wanted.

“I’m hurting you,” Aron caressed his ear with his lips.

“I want you to hurt me,” he repeated like a mantra.

Aron eased himself from Carter’s body, and Carter wanted to protest, but the man pushed himself back in, and weirdly enough, it was no longer hurting as much. The fullness sensation was still there, but it was like he was regaining some of the escort gümüşhane sensibility in his nerves. His ass reacted by squeezing the hard flesh inside.

“Oh, fuck, baby, you’re going to make me blow too soon,” Aron complained.

Carter willed himself to relax again, but, at this point, his body was taking over. He felt like an animal in rut, something uncontrollable. His cock was hard, slapping against his abdomen, with each move Aron was making.

Aron was giving it to him hard now. Carter moved his hands to grab his buttocks and part them as much as he could. He wanted more of Aron inside, everything, even though it wasn’t possible.

“Damn it, Alex, why do you have to be so hot? Fucking sexy, I’ll rip your ass in half if you’re teasing me anymore.”

No, it was perfect. Except for one thing. He needed to hear it, even if just one time. He clamped his ass hard on Aron’s shaft again, milking the man with all his strength.

“I’m close, baby, I’m going to blow! Fuck, Alex!”

“Call me Carter,” he whispered.

“W-what?” Aron stammered, but he was too far gone to stop his hammering.

“Call me Carter!” he shouted as he felt his eyes rolling in his head.

“Carter,” Aron whispered, unsure, trying to slow down.

“Tell me what you want to tell him,” Carter continued. “Please, Aron, do it!”

“Argh, fuck, baby, what are you doing?”

“Say it, say it!” Carter demanded in a strangled voice.

His cock was hitting the sofa, sending shots of pleasure from tip to root. At the same time, he was slamming against Aron’s larger frame, swallowing up the guy’s cock over and over again.

“I fucking want to fuck you, Carter! I want to … breed you, make you mine!”

Oh, fuck, the condom was in the way! Carter swore in his mind. Aron breeding him, filling him up like Carter was his. That would have made him complete. He came in short bursts, clamping down hard on Aron’s cock, dragging the guy with him.

He could feel the guy’s cock pulsing inside his tight as hell channel. Aron withdrew after a few minutes spent doing nothing but breathing.

“I don’t think I want to know what that was all about,” Aron mumbled.

The guy sounded guilty. And Carter felt guilty, too. So, it had been a mistake, after all. But could one more matter when it was just part of a long string of wrongdoings? Going down in flames had to stand for something.

***

Aron had dragged him to bed after that, and he had slept fitfully through the night. Why was everything so fucking fucked up? Couldn’t hell just open up already and claim his lousy existence? It wasn’t like anyone was going to miss him.

Stop lying, idiot. The image of his mom crying came unbound, like a wave cleaning everything in its path. It wasn’t so easy to let go, after all, now was it?

He woke up, feeling more despondent than he had ever felt in his life. Aron was no longer in bed. Maybe the guy just had to be early at work. With a long sigh, he woke up and headed for the bathroom.

Aron was probably in the kitchen, he thought. Or hopefully already out the door. He wasn’t sure he could face the guy right now.

He moved about the house, wondering what the hell he was going to do next. There was quite a list of things, actually. He needed to see his real body at the hospital again, find out what the hell was happening, and the medical prognosis. Then he needed to apologize to Mark, as soon as he was back at work. He needed to cut Simon loose, without all the blackmail, if possible.

And he needed to talk to Aron and apologize to him, too. For him, there was no winning in this. And the more he had tried to make things better, the worse things had gotten.

What the hell was that in the door? He squinted. Luggage? Well, a carry all by the looks of it.

“I’ll be away this weekend,” Aron spoke, somewhere from behind.

“Why?” he asked right away.

“I need a small break,” Aron replied. “Don’t throw a tantrum, please. I’m coming back on Sunday.”

“Don’t leave,” Carter interrupted. “I need to talk to you.”

Aron set his jaw.

“It can wait until I get back.”

“You don’t have work today?”

“I’ll leave from the office,” Aron explained. “Alex, look,” he added, in a firm tone that could barely hide his exasperation, “I don’t understand what games you’re playing anymore. God knows I’ve tolerated enough. But this is just too much. You can’t use my feelings against me like this.”

“You mean, the feelings you have for Carter?”

“No. The feelings I have for you.”

Carter opened his mouth and closed it back. Everything was backfiring and he had no bulletproof vest.

“Do you still care about Carter?” he insisted.

“I do,” Aron said aggressively. “But I’ve been trying all my life to walk away, and you, with your stupid games, are not helping. Really, Alex? Do you want me to pretend I’m fucking him when I’m with you? You really are something. No one could have thought of a better way to torture us both. And just when gümüşhane escort bayan I thought we were starting to get along a little better. Well, you can’t have everything. You can’t have Simon to use as your personal ego booster, you can’t have everyone kissing your feet or otherwise you get pissed, you can’t pretend to be Carter so that I love you more!”

“Pretend?” now Carter felt a bit scandalized. “How did I pretend?”

And he had made so much effort to pretend to be Alex.

“Just last night. What you did was wrong. And what I did was wrong.”

“How the fuck was what you did wrong?” Carter almost shouted.

He was the only one to blame for that situation.

“Because I really felt like I was fucking him, not you!” Aron shot back with anger. “And that is fucking wrong! I need to leave now. I don’t want to say things I’ll regret later!”

Aron grabbed his luggage and pulled the doorknob so fast that it was a wonder the thing didn’t fly off its hinges. Carter flinched as the door slammed shut. This was going to be tough.

***

The trip to the hospital was, at least, uneventful. He could not see his comatose body, being still out of visitation hours, but the nurse in charge had let him know that the doctor was pleased that the patient was stable. Given the circumstances, a recovery was possible.

Well, that was good to know. Maybe he wasn’t going to see his mother crying again. Yes, that was a good thing.

He climbed behind the wheel and ignited the engine. There was still time before he had to head to work. He just wanted to know, to see with his own eyes.

A few people in their late 70s stopped their gardening chores to look at his car, as he entered his old street. His parents’ house was still there, hidden almost completely under the shadow of the big oak.

He stopped the engine and looked at the house for a while. Why was he here? He had no idea what he wanted, but he needed to see this place. He was lost in thought, his eyes no longer seeing anything.

A knock on the car window interrupted his train of thought. It felt so surreal to look at his mother through the glass. Her white hair was cut short now, even shorter than usual. And she was smiling, her usual smile, somewhat detached and distant. He rolled down the window.

“You’re Alex, right? Aron’s husband?”

“Yes,” he said, his throat dry.

His mother nodded, with a sympathetic smile, but still waiting to hear from him what he was doing there.

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry that I couldn’t make it yesterday to see Carter,” he said in one breath.

The smile faltered, the wrinkles around the mouth deepening.

“I … Thank you, Alex. That is very kind of you,” his mother talked, after a short moment of hesitation. “He is … Carter, I mean, he is stable, doctors say. That’s a good thing, right?”

It was like his mother was suddenly shrinking before his eyes. She was holding a pair of gardening shears in her hand, clutching them like they could offer the right answer.

“Yes, definitely,” he nodded.

His mother let go a small sob and covered her mouth, dropping the shears on the ground. And then, Carter knew why he was here. He opened the door and got out of the car, catching his mother in his arms.

“It’s okay, Mrs. Malis,” he whispered, as he held her in his arms. “Carter will be fine.”

She sobbed there, against his chest, for a while.

“Ellen!” someone called and Carter saw his dad walking towards them.

His father looked a bit disheveled, his trimmed beard the same, but a few strands of grey hair were in disarray as if the man had tossed and turned for the entire night, and forgotten to comb properly.

“It’s all right,” his father took his mother from him.

Carter remained with his arms raised, feeling bereft.

“You are?” his father asked, his clear brown eyes studying him with a hint of suspicion.

His mother made an effort to recollect herself.

“He’s Alex, Aron’s husband, dear,” she said and accepted the handkerchief her husband offered her.

“I see,” his father replied.

He was inspecting Carter with his scrutinizing eyes.

“I just came around to apologize for not being at the hospital yesterday,” he hurried to explain.

His father just nodded and pursed his lips further.

“Thank you for your concern, young man. But now, if you’ll excuse us, this is a difficult time for our family and …”

“We should have never left!” his mother suddenly spoke, clutching the handkerchief in her small bony hand. “I should have never left my boy alone!”

His father seemed embarrassed by his wife’s outburst.

“Let’s get back into the house, dear,” he dragged his wife towards the door.

Carter leaned against the car, his knees too weak to keep him. His mom’s cries were ripping his heart into tiny pieces.

His father looked at him a few times over his shoulder, and awkwardly waved at him, as they went into the house.

He stood there, immobilized, incapable even to breathe. The sound of the phone ringing startled him.

“Hello, boss,” Mark’s voice came through the phone. “Yolanda is asking when you’re coming.”

He could hear the strain in the young man’s voice. Throwing one last look at his parents’ house, at the opaque windows, he finally managed to move and climb behind the wheel.

An extended fantasy tale of a young man who gets dumped by his girlfriend, and finds adventure from a dating app. In the summer before he goes to university, he improves his knowledge of women, of sex, and of himself. He’s surprised by many older women who are seeking adventure for themselves.

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It had been five months since Chloe had dumped me. It had hurt so much, she was my first teenage ‘love,’ but I gradually began to feel better about it as time passed, although the landscape for girls out there looked pretty barren. It was then that my mate Darren excitedly told me about the ‘app.’

A whole rash of dating apps had appeared in the public domain, and he found out about it from listening to an aunt who’d been inundated with offers when she’d gone online with it.

He’d overheard his mum talking to her on the phone, and the amount of laughing and giggling were a sure fire way of getting him interested.

“Gary, it’s crazy, I’ve got two dates this week, and that’s within a day of joining,” he said, “all you need are some decent selfies, you pay £9.99 for a months membership, and you’re away!”

The temptation was too great, that evening I went to my room and downloaded the app. I had a pretty good selfie of myself, and added a couple more of me that I’d taken, one on a bike, and another beside a swimming pool.

The profile details were as descriptive as I thought reasonable, just a teenage guy wanting someone to ‘buddy up’ with for the summer, until going to uni in September. I paid the membership fee, and waited briefly for ratification.

Straightaway I began a ‘search’ and there were literally loads of girls, and women, who looked incredible. Of course it was pretty obvious some of the pics were heavily manipulated, but then the phone went mad, and started pinging from ‘likes’ for me!

I realised quickly that I should have added filters, because there were ‘likes’ from all over the country, indeed all over the world.

I fixed the settings so that I restricted it down to a ten mile radius, that reduced the selections down dramatically.

I chuckled to myself when one of the first girls I saw was Millie Jones. She was a year above me in school, and her photo was a travesty of what she actually looked like. I looked at all of those in my area, and swiped right on a couple that looked really attractive, but also seemed to have a profile description that wasn’t too contrived.

However, I hadn’t set an age limitation in the filters, and there were women up to the age of fifty odd that were appearing. Then just before I was about to remedy that, there she was!

Mrs Anderson lived two doors up from me. There was no doubt it was her, the profile pic was not manipulated. Neither were the two accompanying ones. One of her in a party dress, and the other, with her face hidden, dressed in some very sexy lingerie. The shock to me was that she was married, and she was asking for ‘someone much younger to bring the fun back into her life, nsa, discretion assured.’

I knew her name was Megan, but here she was using the name Marilyn, and she was saying that she was forty six. I definitely knew that she was in her mid fifties.

The devil in me somehow took over, and I swiped right. As soon as I’d done it, I regretted it, but felt a chill of excitement in discovering her secret.

For the next hour I amused myself with searching and swiping, even obvious mismatches I swiped right. In return I got some responses, but chickened out of going further, except for one girl, Tammy, who was mid twenties, and in hospitality, which is where I wanted my career to go eventually.

She was working and living in a hotel and restaurant on the other side of town. I hadn’t been expecting a response when I swiped her. I was sure a twenty five year old wouldn’t want to meet up with an eighteen year old boy.

I actually brought this to her attention in our messaging, and she dismissed the age difference as ‘just a number.’

It got to about ten thirty that night when mum shouted up to say she was going to bed, and asked if I wanted a hot drink. I declined, and went back to messaging Tammy.

In between there were occasional ‘hits’ from others on the app, but when I looked they were nowhere as attractive as Tammy. Then, to my surprise, a ‘like’ came from Marilyn!

I wondered quite what to do, so at first I did nothing. The messaging with Tammy came to an end as she had to go to bed, she told me she had an early start the next day, however, she did promise to message again.

I looked at the clock, it was 11.20pm, and the devil in me returned. I messaged ‘Marilyn’ with a simple ‘hello.’

Immediately, there was a reply.

‘Gary, I obviously recognised you, please be discreet, there are certain reasons why I’m on here. I’m sorry if you think I’m bad.’

I looked again at her profile, and to my surprise she’d changed the description to ‘mature woman looking for friendship,’ and the lingerie photo had been deleted.

I sivas escort sent a diplomatic reply just saying, ‘no problem, your secret is safe.’

When I got a ‘thank you, my name is really Megan,’ back, I wondered if she would acknowledge anything about it, should I see her in the street.

I didn’t have long to wait. Mum left for work quite early, and I was in the habit of going for a run as soon as I’d got up. The next morning I went out around nine ‘o clock, so after I’d done my five miles it was nine thirty by the time I returned.

Even before I’d got anywhere close to my front gate, Mrs Anderson, Megan, was standing by her car parked on her drive. It was pretty clear she wanted to intercept me.

As I got close, I slowed to a walk, and saw her look towards me rather guiltily.

“Gary, could you spare a minute?” She looked incredibly attractive in the sunlight, and I was trying hard not to look too closely at her cleavage, which showed off her most natural assets.

“I’m feeling really awkward. Last night… the messaging… that app. You must think I’m really terrible.”

“Not at all, Mrs Anderson,” I replied politely, wondering how terrible she might be when she was naked! “I’m sure there are lots of reasons…” I wasn’t really sure how to continue.

“For goodness sake, please call me Megan, look, come round the back, the neighbours here are so bloody nosey.”

That was the moment I knew my luck might be in. I was sweating after my run, and I felt slightly self conscious about that. As I followed her indoors, Megan handed me a small towel from a pile of washing in the kitchen, asking me to sit on a stool at the breakfast bar.

“Oh god, I don’t know where to start Gary, you must think very badly of me.”

I shrugged my shoulders, “It’s your life Mrs Anderson, sorry, I mean Megan. I guess you don’t want your husband to know.”

She looked guilty again, “Dave, I’m not sure how he’d feel. Part of the problem is that I found out about him having an affair. We nearly broke up, but kept together because of the finances. I’m not really sure if he’s still seeing her.”

I watched Megan nervously tidying the breakfast things away, I wondered whether her husband still enjoyed her body, it was certainly one that must have given him enjoyment earlier in their lives.

“So are you getting revenge?”

My question may have been a bit naive, typical of a teenager.

“No, not totally, I just feel I’m missing out on so much, sometimes I need something more than just… this!” She nodded towards the washing, the dirty mugs and plates.

I looked at her, and saw the tears trickling down her cheeks.

“Don’t cry, I think I probably understand.”

It felt odd standing up, to put my arms around her, trying to comfort a much older woman.

And then the sobbing really began. Her whole body shook as she buried her face in my shoulder, adding her tears to my perspiration.

“Now, now,” I whispered into her blonde hair. My hands and fingers rubbing her back, to try and soothe her distress.

She pulled her head up, and looked at me, our faces inches apart. I could see her sad green eyes, the dampness of her cheeks, I could smell the lightness of her perfume, and my eyes studied her plump, full lips.

I knew I wanted to kiss her, she seemed to want me to, and I did. It surprised us both, a kiss of only a few seconds, but the depth of feeling, our eye contact, brought another, much longer kiss, and I felt her whole body relax in my arms.

When the kiss ended, she pulled her head away again, and whispered, “We mustn’t.”

“Why,” I asked, “isn’t this what you wanted?”

She said nothing, but she must have felt my cock hardening between us.

She kissed me again, this time her lips parted wider, allowing my tongue to explore, at the same time she pushed her hips into me, moving just enough to bring me to a full erection.

“Quickly, in here,” Megan grabbed my arm, it seemed she had made her decision, and pulled me into the lounge towards a large settee, “please fuck me Gary, I want you to.”

When she saw me standing there, unsure, she took the hem of her t-shirt, and dragged it over the top of her head.

“Get undressed… please.”

In a matter of seconds we were both naked. I watched as she lay back on the cushions, parting her legs slightly, her full breasts spreading either side of her body, her pink nipples, standing up proudly.

Briefly she looked at me, my body still hot from my run, but now my cock was pointing upwards, as hard as it had ever been.

She reached up, putting her arms around my shoulders, and her thighs parted, as I lowered my body on top of her. I was nervous, yes, I’d made love to a few girls, but never to a mature woman like Megan.

My cock found her pussy immediately, and so wet was she, that I sank deep inside her. I could see her eyes close as she let out a gasp, “Oh Gary, wow, you feel so good. Please just don’t move, stay there, I sivas escort bayan want to feel you, enjoy you… god, how wonderful that feels.”

I leaned forward, and kissed her, as she seemed to luxuriate in her pleasure, while I was composing my self control.

Eventually she opened her eyes, and looked at me, “Fuck me now, as hard as you like, I just want to feel you cumming inside me.”

When I started to move, I withdrew slowly, almost all the way out, before plunging back into her. I was being too slow because she repeated, “Harder, fuck me harder, please.”

And so I did. I felt her legs wrap around me, clasping my buttocks, her finger nails digging into my shoulders. I began to pound into her, the sound of flesh hitting flesh as my hips bounced against her open thighs.

It really surprised me how quickly she came. I heard her breathing quicken, I felt her gripping me more tightly, she started to pant short breaths, and finally was swearing loudly as she came.

“Fuck… fuck… FUCK!” her whole body shook, and trembled, her hips lifted me upwards, and then her cries subsided, but her body continued to push against me. She wasn’t finished, she wanted more.

“Oh go on Gary, don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

I didn’t stop, I wanted to cum too, but it wasn’t immediate. By now I was sweating again, drops of perspiration were falling onto her face. I noticed her tongue licking the salty taste, before closing her eyes again.

“Oh god, I’m cumming again Gary, oh my god, go on, yes… yes… YES… YESSSSS!”

With a grunt, I couldn’t hold back. I jerked once, twice, three times, and then held myself deep inside her, as the rest of my spunk pumped it’s way into her cunt.

“Stay there, inside me, don’t move.” Megan’s fingers wiped the sweat from my forehead. “Gary, I don’t want you to think I’m terrible. That was magical, you’ve made me very happy.”

I wasn’t sure what to reply, it was certainly a fantastic fuck, and I knew I wanted more.

“Can we do it again?” I asked.

“Bloody hell, what now?” she said, and we both laughed gently.

“I’d love that, but we must be careful, your mum would be horrified, Dave can go to hell, but I don’t want to rub his nose in it, and well, the neighbours, Mr Simpson over the road can go stuff himself.”

My cock was shrinking, and suddenly it slipped from Megan’s pussy.

“Ohhhhh! Mmmmmmm! Oh god, I can feel we’ve made a mess on the cushions.”

We both got up, my spunk seeping from her pussy, and while I put my running kit back on, Megan had to go and have a shower.

“You go back home, I’ll message you later Gary.”

Sure enough, back at home I showered, and by the time I’d dressed a message had arrived from Megan.

‘Thank you Gary, it was wonderful. I want more of you.’

Even that short text made my cock twitch, and I’d almost forgotten about Tammy, but sadly there were no messages from her. There were however, a few other likes from a variety of girls and women.

The app was so addictive, and the morning had gone so well. I spent until after mid day on it, until I felt the pangs of hunger, and I went to the fridge, suddenly remembering mum had left me a job to do. The grass needed cutting front and back. I grabbed a sausage roll and a tomato, and poured a glass of fresh orange juice. Eating rapidly I grasped the nettle, and got the mower out of the garden shed.

I knew it didn’t take that long, it wasn’t a vast lawn at the back, and the one at the front was tiny. By the time I had almost completed the front one I had built up a sweat in the warm sun. Glancing up the road, the thoughts of the morning returned. Megan’s house was less than a hundred yards away, and as if to reinforce the memory, she appeared in her front garden.

She didn’t wave, but just looked, I’m sure she was conscious of any neighbours watching, especially Mr Simpson from across the road. I looked over, and I knew he was out, his prize possession, his classic Ford, was absent from the drive.

As if by telepathy our eyes connected over the intervening distance, and with an imperceptible nod, Megan disappeared back indoors. It was 2pm, how long before her husband got in from work?

Quickly I shoved the mower behind the side gate, and walked to Megan’s house. She was hiding behind the partially open front door.

“Quick, this way,” she ushered me inside.

Not a word was spoken, I was shoved back down on the same settee as in the morning, and Megan fell to her knees, undoing my belt, and the zip on my jeans.

“God Megan, you’re insatiable!”

“Shut up, just enjoy, I told you I wanted you.”

In seconds her mouth was around my cock, and her head was moving up and down. In no time I was stiff and groaning out loud.

“Fuck Megan, you’ll make me cum… shit… slow down!”

But she had no intention of slowing down, she had a challenge, and she wasn’t going to stop until she’d met it. Occasionally she stopped, and her tongue would escort sivas loop its way around the head. I just couldn’t hold back.

“Megan… fuck I’m cumming.”

I groaned, and the feeling of orgasm was throughout my whole body. I went on spunking into her mouth, and I could feel her swallowing it several times over. As I sighed, and relaxed back into the settee, I watched her lift her head. She held my cock, squeezing it, and licking the last drops of semen, exuding from the head.

“Mmmmmm, I love that taste, Gary, you’re so sexy!”

I raised my eyebrows, “I might say the same about you, when I saw that photo you deleted on the app.”

“You mean in my bra and panties?”

I sat up, “Yes, you looked really sexy.”

“Ok, come round tomorrow morning, and I’ll show you for real!”

“Are you sure, if people see me coming round here all the time then…”

I must have looked unsure,

“Dave is leaving early, he’s got a job right up north so he’s stopping overnight tomorrow night, I’d love to tempt you, please come round.”

I smiled, standing up, pulling up my jeans, “Megan, you’re becoming very addictive.”

Megan stepped forward, and we kissed. It tasted of my semen, an odd taste to me, but the kiss was a promise of another day with her.

I left by the side gate making sure Mr Simpson wasn’t back home yet. By the time mum got home I’d tidied away the lawn mower and got organised.

“I bumped into Mrs Anderson on the way in Gary, she said she’d had a chat with you today?”

I went hot all over, keeping my back towards mum.

“Yes, it’s the first time I’ve really met her, she stopped me, not sure why.”

“Well she seemed very impressed, I even offered you to do any jobs for her, like mowing the grass, was that ok? She’ll probably pay you.”

I thought to myself that she’d paid me already, what the hell would mum think if she knew.

“Ok, well if she asks I might do that.” I was thinking any excuse to go to her house would be fantastic.

After we’d eaten I went back up to my room to have some space. I looked at my phone and there were yet more ‘likes’ from the app. Still nothing from Tammy, so I gave up on her, but there was another from a woman who lived a couple of streets away.

What was it with older women and young guys like me, I thought to myself? This was a Debbie, a fifty six year old. Her profile stated that she was divorced, and had grown up children, but lived alone. However, reading between the lines she wanted to ‘catch up’ on what she’d missed. On this app, that appeared to be a euphemism for sex. And her photos showed a very busty red head, with a smile that suggested all sorts.

For the hell of it I swiped right just to see if there was a ‘reaction.’

I heard myself say, “Fuck,’ when the ‘like’ came straight back.

I told myself not to react, I couldn’t go down this road, on top of my secret affair with Megan. But of course I did.

‘Hi there. Thanks for liking. You do realise I’m eighteen?’ The message was sent.

Ping! The reply came back from Debbie.

‘Yes I do Gary. You know I’m much older. Is that a problem?’

I took a deep breath, and started typing.

‘No problem Debbie. I am discreet if that’s what you want?’

The messages were now being exchanged thick and fast, and each one told more about her wishes. She was a solicitor, who was divorced, as her profile said, but she had wanted to ‘break out’ as she put it, and on a spontaneous whim, swiped right on my profile, mainly because I lived quite close, and also she just found me attractive.

I knew I was getting in deeper with each message, and when I received a quite explicit photo, I realised where we were both going.

‘Can I have one of you?’ the next message said.

I took a breath, I’d never ever done this sexting before.

‘You must be discreet please.’

The reply came back, ‘You need not show your face.’

I tried to rationalise it, and my daredevil streak took over again. I was already quite hard from the intimate texting going on, so I lowered my jeans and boxers, and found my cock in a very advanced stage of development! In the circumstance it didn’t take long for it to become fully erect.

I lay back, positioning my phone so that it only showed the middle of my body. My cock looked huge in the photo and I sent it immediately.

When there was quite some delay before I received a text back, I thought I’d blown it.

‘Omg. You’re so big. Gary you must make your girlfriends very happy!’

‘I don’t have any girlfriends.’ I replied, half lying, then regretting not telling the whole truth.

‘I want to meet you, can we meet in Costas?’

I replied, ‘Yes. I’m free tomorrow afternoon.’

‘Ok. 2.30pm. Tomorrow.’

As soon as I’d agreed I felt guilty. My emotions and libido seemed like a roller coaster. The app was encouraging me to lie just to satisfy my ego, and my desires. I’d now got two much older women at the same time.

When mum left for work the next day, she had no idea about my day ahead. I’d already received a message from Megan saying, ‘Your surprise awaits. Come at 9.00am. The kitchen door will be unlocked.’ So precisely on the dot of nine, I walked as confidently as I could, round to Megan’s house, and in through the side gate.

Chapter 70: Easter Morning

“Shhh…” Comes a low tone in the night, “I think he’s asleep…”

There came a pause, before Arnaav turns in the couch, groaning cutely in the big, fluffy blanket.

“Ok, he’s fine…” Whispered someone else, “He’s usually a deep sleeper.”

“Alright, careful…” Rustling sounds of plastic can be heard as they creep around in the dark.

THUNK

“AH-” Someone moans and whines loudly in pain in a very strained effort to keep quiet.

“What happened??”

“Fuckin stubbed my toe, dammit!” Someone moaned with furious agony.

“Walk it off before you wake him.”

“I can’t walk it off, mah foot’s fuckin crushed!”

“SHHHH!”

“Gah, dammit.”

“And me the box of Faberge eggs.” She whispered a small, bright light clicked on.

~~~

“Mmm…” Arnaav stirs in his sleep, slowing coming too as he can make out the morning light in the dwelling. He lets go of his big mochi plush doll, and rustles in his blanket. It’s been almost a week now since he’s first come here. He feels fine right now, but he can tell he’s getting more sluggish in the mornings.

The boy sniffs the air as he detects several appetizing scents. His tummy growls as he rubs his eyes and peers out.

Arnaav gasps as he sees the house decorated all around! Strings of bright color are hung and drapped around the corners of the room, colors of pink, yellow, blue, and green. Shiny spirals with big thin flowers attached are nailed up on the ceiling. Adorable, happy knick-knacks of long-eared animals and small, fuzzy yellow birds are perched where other possessions were put, as well as many elaborate, beautiful, elegant jeweled eggs strategically placed around the house.

He pushes out of the bedding, and sees several large objects placed on the table – five baskets wrapped in whimsical shapes and plastic, arranged in alignment on the coffee table.

Arnaav picks up the large shirt on the floor, and slips it on before climbing off of the couch, to walks to the kitchen to see the female human, and the dark-skinned human creating food in there, as well as tanner human placing utensils and large discs onto the big round table, and Merrick is opening a couple of cans of food for a patient dog and cat.

“What’s going on?” The boy asked up. Yuri looks and smiles at him.

“Oh, good morning, Arnaav!” She greets warmly.

“Happy Easter, lil man!” Jamal says with a plateful of bacon, and ruffling the kid’s hair.

“Happy… Wha??” Arnaav asks, once again confused out of his little mind. How did the house change so much in so little time?

“Humans have a lot of festivals and celebrations, see” Adam answered, “Called ‘Holidays’. This one is called Easter. This is where we’re celebrating the beginning of the warmer times of the world – where plants get bright and bloom all over and as they get ready for another year for new hopes!” Adam says, but feels awkward when all is met is an estranged look from the kid.

“Yeah, you don’t have to get it,” Merrick says as he gets up while Sally glomps on her bowl and Roxas starts deftly licking his fancy feast, “Humans just like to throw a lot of gatherings and givings.”

“Ooooook?” Arnaav is still confused, but if Merrick says it’s fine…

“Come on up, Kiddo,” Adam takes him, and helps him up on one of the chairs, “Breakfast is just about ready.” Yuri comes in with the waffles and a gravy boat full of strawberry marmalade.

As Arnaav looks about the table loaded with food, and everyone coming up to the table, he really takes notice and how alien the human world is. It doesn’t necessarily scare him, but compared to life as merfolk, humans in comparison seem so… Busy. So much developed, lifestyles so intricate, even how they feed has been made into such a complicated system instead of just hunting prey and eating it on the spot.

They even put items and things all over the dwelling in a sort of imaginative array to feel different, that they’d be capable of having so much to own and set-up at all. Just like in that strange visual story these humans showed him about a partially humanized mermaid with long red hair in her hiding spot filled with human items.

Everything just entices him and leaves him starving for more views. Arnaav growls with hunger as a large, circular, grid-like yellow mat is put onto his plate, with a glob of strawberry chunk-sauce lathered on it before a loud hushing sound tops a frill of white cream, and a few strips of what he suspects is meat on the side, and a couple of white pads with bright yellow globes in the middle.

Looking at everything here, and everything he has seen in the society on the docks, merfolk can gain so much more. If they only knew what they can have, to indulge, if just once, to take one moment to have more joy than the ocean would ever allow.

As soon as he was served, Arnaav sinks his teeth into the waffle. “HANGH! Anngghh, hanngghh!” He slurps with abandon as he devours his meal ravenously.

“We have GOT to teach him how bilecik escort to use forks…” Yuri commented as the boy tucks in, honestly feeling a little disgusted.

~~~

“Gnng, gnng, gnng…” Arnaav tips the glass to his mouth as the milk washes down his throat before he drains the glass, “Ahhhh!”

“Ah gawd, I’m full.” Jamal groans as he kicks back, and sitting up when Sally props her paws on his lap, “Here you go girl,” He moves a half eaten sausage to the golden retriever, which is snatched right up in a second.

“Oh lord,” Yuri rolls her eyes, “You two eat the same, I swear, and now Arnaav too.”

“Hm?” Arnaav looks up curiously.

“Aight, shuddup, Yuri!”

“Adam, does Yuri hate Jamal?” Arnaav asked as Merrick picked up his dish, “They seem to fight a lot.”

“Haha, trust me,” Adam said as he scoots his chair back, “THAT is not fighting. And no, she doesn’t hate him, she just doesn’t care for the dog.”

“The dog?” Arnaav turns as he watches the gold-colored canine chomps on the scraps on the floor, “Why not?”

“Well, Yuri’s had some bad experience with dogs, for starters,” Adam indicated, “And like me and Merrick, she’s more of a cat person. Up until a year or so ago, she would not let Jamal have a dog.”

“What changed?”

“On Jamal’s birthday one time, his boyfriend… Uh, mate, I mean, got him a puppy – that’s what we call a baby dog.”

“Yeah.” Yuri said as she picks up a discarded dish on the table, “Yuri was NOT pleased with that.” She leered before returning to the kitchen.

“Yeah, and Jamal’s mate didn’t know about Yuri’s policy. But the puppy was a gift, he couldn’t just take a living animal back to the store. And besides that, Cats and Dogs are usually two kinds of animals that get very violent when they’re near each other.”

“Violent?” Arnaav looks to Sally, who is now licking the plate clean, and then to Roxas, who is grooming himself under the sunlight of the window, “They don’t look so angry to me.”

“When puppies are around cats, they tend to mellow out around them. Thing is…” Adam leaned in to whisper in Arnaav’s ear, “Yuri has always disagreed with that, and she’s bitter about it because she was wrong.”

“Damare, imaimashi baka!” Yuri calls as a leftover slice of toast comes spinning across the dinning area, and hits Adam’s head.

“Gah, dang it,” Adam takes the toast, and puts it on the table, shaking his head, “So yeah, bitter grapes on that department.”

They clean up the rest of the dishes, and gather to the living room, “So, what are these?” Arnaav asked as they came to the couch.

“Easter Baskets.” Yuri answered, “Depending on what holiday we’re celebrating, we get each other gifts. Nothing too much, just something amusing and fun.”

“Wait…” Arnaav looks up with a remorseful look, “I didn’t know anything about this… I didn’t get you anything… W-What happens now??”

“Yes you did,” Merrick said, “Remember when we went to… It’s ok, they’ll find out.” Merrick helps Arnaav sit onto the couch, and sets one of the baskets onto his lap. The boy looks in awe at the bright wrapping, and looks to see Merrick’s fingers untie the top of the basket, until it was loose and good to open.

“Then we just dig in,” Adam said, before pausing as the basket on his lap shifted, “Um… Mine is moving.”

Merrick grinned, “Open it then.” Adam unties his basket, and pulls out at the wrap, and then hearing a high-pitched squeal.

“Oh no you didn’t!” Adam smiles as he yanks at the plastic, and then gasps as he sees a beaming white, fuzzy critter crawling in the midst of trinkets and candy, “Ohhh my God!!”

“Eeeerr” The tiny kitten mews as its sky-blue eyes look at Adam as he tenderly picked it up.

“Oh my gosh, he’s so adorable~!” Adam coos as he holds the little feline as it practically rattles as he rubs his fingers into its soft fur.

“His name’s Skyler,” Merrick said as he came beside him, “I snuck him into your basket when you went to the bathroom. He’s a Flame-Point cat. See the orangish-gold coloration on his ears, face, and tail?”

“Hi, Sky-Sky~” Adam says to the cute kitten, giddy with happiness as Skyler puts both his tiny paws around Adam’s finger and nips a little on him. Sally comes up, and sniffs at the fuzzball in Adam’s hand.

“Saaalls,” Jamal calls firmly, “You be nice, girl.”

“It’s ok, I can tell her to back off if she gets any ideas.” Merrick said.

“Thank you babe!” Adam hugs his boyfriend with one arm while placing Skyler back onto the basket. The little kitty climbs out, and starts to traverse the house, “Oh, damn, there he goes-“

“It’s ok, I got this,” Merrick said. He sent a few strange noises, that catches the attention of Roxas from the dining area, before the feline stands up, and stares at Merrick. After a pause, Roxas trots over to the kitten, and watches over him. Merrick then shifted his focus to Sally, and performed a few strategic clicks and sonic-like growls, before the dog lost escort bilecik interest in the kitten.

“Oooooh…” Arnaav’s eyes beam and twinkle as he sees an array of sparkling, colorful crystals in his basket, all of them emanating a sweet aroma.

“Have I ever told you how awesome it is that you can talk to animals?” Yuri said as the boy’s head and shoulders disappear into his basket.

“Oh, I don’t talk to animals,” Merrick responded as he shook his head, “I just signal them. I send sounds that suggest something I want them to do, and if it’s not too much trouble, they help me. Mermaids do the same thing with water and wind using their singing.”

“Ohhh,” Jamal nodded, “Like Aquaman, right?” Merrick gives him a strange look.

“What in the world is an ‘Aquaman’?”

“He’s a superhero that talks to fish,” Adam said before he glances to his basket, “Oh my gosh, these cat toys are so cute~!” He says as he shifts through the various, feathered items, “Ooh, sweet!” He said as he pulls up at a few neat knick-knacks.

“Hahah, dayum!” Jamal said as he picks up a chocolate bunny filled with peanut butter. “Aw, cool!” He says as he sees a pair of very potent sporting equipment. “OOOOOOh, here we go!” Jamal says as he plucks out a couple of gift cards, “Now THAT’S what I’m talkin bout!” The cards are for Lovers, Big 5, and several other establishments, since he’s so hard to shop for other than elaborate sex toys.

“Seriously, though,” Yuri remarked to Jamal, “Would it kill you to make a wishlist? I keep wanting to get you something “

“C’mon, girl. You know I don’t like guessing games, I rather get mah own shit, ya know?” He takes the gift cards together in a single stack.

“It just feels so lazy and cheap!” Yuri responds.

“How do you think I like it~?” Jamal smirks.

“Ugh, you’re sick!” Yuri throws a pillow right at him, before digging into her basket, “Oh my God!” Yuri said as she pulls out a rectangular box with chibi Fairy Tail spirits on it, “Fairy Tail?! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, what is it??” She opens the flap, and gasps as she sees a set of 12 golden keys designed symmetrically, with the symbol for the Western Zodiac on each one, “The Celestial Gate Keys?!”

“Yeah,” Adam said with a grin, “And those are the authentic replicas – not the inaccurate copies you’d usually find anywhere.”

“Oh my God, this is awesome!” Yuri picks up one of the keys, and stands up, holding the key outward; “I call upon thee, in the world of the Celestial Spirits!” She turns herself towards Merrick “I beckon you to my side at once!” She raises the key straight up, “Pass through the gate!”

“Huh?” Merrick quirks his head

“Open, Gate of the Water Bearer!” She brandishes the gold key in a swipe, and points it directly at the merman, “Aquarius!”

“Uhhh…” He turns to Adam and Jamal, “Is she placing a human curse on me or something?”

“Ahahaha, no, man!” Jamal laughs, “Yuri, you such a nerd!”

“Shut up, Taurus!” Yuri shouted as she points another golden key at him, one with an axe blade on one end, and a bull skull on the other end.

“It’s from that anime we watched last time,” Adam said, “Fairy Tail, remember? One of the characters uses magic keys to call these whacky spirits. Aquarius happens to be a mermaid in that show. You know, the bitchy blue one with a fancy urn that makes powerful waves of water.”

“Correct, Libra.” Yuri said pleasantly as she now holds up the key with a heavenly cloud design at the top, and a horseshoe at the end of it.

“Oh, pfff!” Merrick smirks as he looks at Yuri, “Well thanks a lot! I wear a dress ONE time, and all of a sudden I’m a female!”

“Oh, please,” Yuri snickers as she puts the key back into the case, “You’re more feminine than ME sometimes!”

“Pssssh!” Merrick flourishes his spine a little, and waves his hand to a limp-wrist, “Bitch, please~! I am like, manly as shit, betch~!” Yuri snickers at him as his voice gets all effeminate, “I am like, soooo man-like, that I wear all pink on Saturday nights while I jump and like the pole like a sugar dust fairy~”

Arnaav’s head rises up as his teeth chews on a rubber ball on a rubber string, “Hahaha, Arnaav, here,” Merrick says as he comes over, and takes the ball out of his mouth, “Not everything in the basket is edible. Some of these are toys, see?” Merrick takes the paddle, and starts bouncing the ball about.

“Ohhhh, ok!” Arnaav takes the paddle, and giggles as he pounds it skillfully.

“Ok, so lets see…” Merrick shifts through his basket, and pulls out a few long, light-colored satin sashes from his bundle of goodies, “Ooh, soft~!” He commented as he feels at them, and then realizes that he can slip his hand through a loop within the fabric, “Oh, cool.”

“Oh brother,” Yuri rolled her eyes.

“Huh?”

“I’ll…” Adam chuckles as he paws at Merrick’s shoulder, “Explain tonight, babe~” Adam leans in to kiss Merrick’s cheek.

Jamal looks further into his basket, and raises bilecik escort bayan his brow as he picks up a three-pronged knuckle object made of at least five spiral horn shells, painted in metallic red and adorned with red and gold glitter, “Aw tight! This is fancy,” He remarks as he turns it around and puts his fingers through the holes.

“I made that!” Arnaav squeaked up, “Me and Merrick made a bunch of them a few suns ago.”

“Ah hey, I got one too,” Adam says as he picks up a sparkly green array of small scallop shells to form what looks like a leaf breeze. “Wow, these are neat.” He notes the string attached and worked along the shells, and so then works to equip the artistic amulet.

“Oh my gosh, this is darling!” Yuri says as she picks up a twinkling purple tiara of small shells and white fake diamonds.

“This is what I meant, see,” Merrick said to the boy, “I knew you don’t know how to buy things with human stuff, that’s why I took you to look for shells that time.”

“You said they were to be gifts for them,” Arnaav said, “I still don’t understand why we had to wait until now to give them.”

“Hahaha, I know, it’s complicated.”

“Huuh huuh! Huuh, huuh!” Jamal pretends to box as he punches the air with his dazzling red shell knuckles.

“And you call ME a freakin nerd,” Yuri snorts at Jamal, “You’re one of the biggest dorks I ever met. Literally.”

“Shut it, Yuri,” Jamal said without looking at her, “I’s in the zone. HUUH!”

~~~

“Hm…” Arnaav looks at himself after Merrick had dressed him, “These sails look different than the ones I wore before.”

“Yeah, humans tend to keep an array of different clothing on hand.” Merrick says as he pulls on a nice white and yellow polo shirt.

“Does this mean we’re going somewhere?” Arnaav asked.

“Yeah, we’re going to this place where other humans like to gather and hunt Easter Eggs.”

“Hunt eggs?” Arnaav quirked his head curiously, “Why would you want to hunt eggs? They don’t move or live, so where’s the use? We don’t even EAT eggs.”

Merrick snickered, “We did this morning.”

“What?”

“Anyway,” Merrick continued, “These eggs in particular, are small ones. About this size,” Merrick held his thumb and index finger up to estimate a size, “And-”

“Merrick,” Adam looks in, knocking on the doorframe, “You two ready?”

“Yep, we’re good. Come on, I’ll explain more in the car.” Merrick takes Arnaav’s hand, and they strolled outside of the house, where they entered into Jamal’s car. Yuri clicks her seatbelt on the passenger’s seat, while Merrick sat the boy in the middle of the backseat, and Adam came in on the other side. Within a minute, the vehicle pulls out, and drives away.

“So anyway,” Merrick continued, “We’re not ‘Hunting’ eggs, per say. We just go out to find them, and collect as many as we can. And they’re all colorful and decorative, and they’re easy to find if you know how and where to look.”

“Sounds like fun!” Arnaav smiles as he bounces in his seat.

“Also, there’s two types of Easter Eggs,” Adam said, “Ones are solid, and a little heavy. And others are light and hallow. Those are the ones with money or small prizes inside.”

“Ook?” Arnaav blinks in awkward again.

“He’s not gonna need the money, Adam.” Merrick said.

“Well, you never know, he can teach him about what he can use it for.”

“I suppose…”

~~~

They drive for almost an hour to Winston Hill, where the Easter Extravaganza is to take place. They park on a grand, wide grassy field, and emerge. Arnaav looks in awe at the many humans running about, some with their faces colored and decorated, most of them carrying baskets similar to the ones they opened back at the house. He sees a rather large, white, long-eared, humanoid creature waving and strolling about, waving to the many random people while holding a basket full of jumbo-sized plastic eggs.

“Ah shyit.” Jamal said.

“What?”

“They’s yo ex bo, Yuri.” He pointed out, seeing Ryo and his little sister walk about.

“Ugh. Really? Here, of all places?” Yuri grumbled.

“You two still haven’t made up?” Merrick asked.

“No, I told you, we’re done. He was just a childhood crush, but he turned out to be a needy, paranoid, worst-assuming jerk.” Yuri took the boy’s hand, and walked him away, “Lets just have fun, and pretend he’s not here.”

“Usually do.” Adam said as he held Merrick’s hand and walked with him and kissed him on the cheek.

“Wh-Wha?!” Arnaav takes a double look. He could’ve sworn… It’s not important. “Huh?” Now something catches his eye on the grass. He squats down, to see a small item – an amulet of small, colorful jewels. Three small jewels in the middle in an oval formation with two thin curved lines sprouting from the round part of the center jewels, and with four elegant, petal-like attachments on either side. Upon further inspection, Arnaav sees that there are long, teeth-like prongs underneath the pretty piece.

He looks up, and meeps as he sees the others ahead of him. Arnaav tucks the butterfly trinket into his pocket, and runs up to Yuri, taking her hand as they walk.

“Hey, where’s Nick, anyway?” Yuri asked Jamal, “I’m surprised he isn’t here running around with an Easter Egg thong, cottontail, and bunny ears.” She remarked with an attitude.

Hey everyone. Sorry for making everyone wait so long. Back here with the 6th episode though am very late this time. College started and barely got time to write but I promise that the next episode, which is the final one will be posted real soon!

Enjoy this episode till then.

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Having gone through stressful mental trauma, caused mainly by his own thoughts and mind, Aiden was finally letting go and enjoying himself. A naked Will had him pressed against a wall as they fiercely kissed, while Will ground his crotch against a fully clothed Aiden. The younger boy elicited moans that were greedily captured by his lover’s mouth, barely giving him any space to breathe.

There was some confusion in the back of Aiden’s mind. Why had Will been acting weirdly and even cold-shouldering him earlier? But he let those thoughts melt away as he lost himself in the passionate lover that was Will; the great solid chiseled body, the perfect musculature, the soft lips and aquiline face; all topped off with a healthy dose of passion.

Aiden was being kissed by Will almost punishingly. He was firmly geld against the wall as Will continued to ravage his mouth, then slipped his hand into the waist band of jeans and began tugging them down, forcing his lover to join his state of nakedness. Aiden was having a hard time breathing and was sucking at the air in Will’s mouth to sustain his own respiration. He was hot and heavy and could not sense anything other than the flood of sensations Will was making him experience.

Will suddenly jerked up Aiden’s thighs, making them straddle his hips on either side. Still smothering Aiden’s lips with his own, he stumbled as he walked for both of them towards the bedroom. Upon reaching there he unceremoniously dumped Aiden on the bed. Aiden writhed about and struggled to get out of his confining clothes moaning ‘I want you so bad’.

While smiled evilly and pounced upon Aiden who had barely gotten rid of his underwear till then. His lips were back to being punished by Will’s who was greedily biting and forcing his mouth upon them. Aiden was certain that his lips would be all swollen and puffy later, but he did not care about that now. Will and he had had rough sex the first few days after they met, but it had become more of gentle love-making sessions ever since the day he was anxious when Tinka had first cast aspersions on Will. Now seemingly Will was back to wanting it rough and animalistic and Aiden was fine with that. He opened his eyes and noticed Will’s hungry ones. Then he noticed something was a little off with Will’s eyes. There was a white glint along the cornea which was slowly dissolving as he watched. Was he hallucinating?

As Will pressed himself further into the boy, he suddenly reached below and started guiding his rock hard erection into Aiden. Aiden was shocked. Will was not using a condom and was pressing against his hole aggressively now. Aiden shut his eyes tightly and braced himself for the pain as Will continued to enter him while at the same time ravenously attacked his mouth. They had never had sex without a condom before. Why was Will wanting it now? Maybe he was so high that he had lost control; but should Aiden himself allow it?

Aiden groaned, more with pain than with pleasure, but his groans were lost in Will’s mouth. Aiden knew what was happening was not what he would have approved of in his normal state of mind, but then he thought of how Will had been snubbing him recently. If he denied Will right now, the chasm between them might grow further. Aiden had no intention of losing Will. He gasped with pain as Will entered him fully, his pubes coming in contact with Aiden’s ass cheeks, Aiden on his back and his legs flung wildly into the air.

Will withdrew all the way outside and slammed back into the boy. Aiden yelped with pain and squirmed as he lightly pressed his knees against Will’s chest, signaling him to take it slow. But it seemed Will had other things in mind. Will withdrew once more till the head and foisted his hard member inside Aiden’s hole. “Will…” Aiden cried out in the middle of mind-numbing pain; pain that was excruciating. That’s when Will picked up pace.

Will wildly pulled in and out and stared to savagely fuck the Alchemist. Fucking him like a sore pig. Pistoning in and out, driving his member till the last millimeter, as Aiden’s ass muscles lost all hope and screamed in pain. Will had just begun. The veins on his penis distended obscenely as he continued to brutalize the boy. He had pinned down Aiden’s hands on either side of the boy and was ingesting all the boy’s screams, capturing them with his own mouth.

Aiden was in hell. His asshole was burning, making him experience pain he had never felt before in his life. The lack of lubrication and Will’s pace huge member were too much for him. He was struggling and writhing beneath the demonic form of Will which continued to assault him. His muscles were sore from the fruitless struggle he was using to get Will to erzincan escort stop, his strength insignificant in front of his powerful lover. Will had fingers of both hands tightly interlocked with Aiden as he held his hands against the bed sheet. Aiden was trying to bite onto Will’s mouth but it was proving ineffective as Will even continued to batter his mouth. The boy was not even being able to ask for him to stop. Tears left his eyes owing to the unbearable pain

Suddenly Will let go of Aiden’s mouth to gasp for breath. Aiden seized the moment as he let out a high pitched scream. “WIIILLLL STOP.”

Will stopped moving as Aiden looked up into the eyes of his lover. They were white in color, and he was sure of it this time. They were watering and turning lucid slowly, as if Will wanted to cry. And they were also slowly returning to their intense green shade. Suddenly Will balked as the forces of Subjugation overpowered him once more. He would continue his brutalization of the boy. But Aiden had had enough. He instantly brought both his feet against Will’s pectorals and kicked with all his strength.

Will went sailing through the air as he crashed into a wall behind, his head slamming the wall as he plummeted into it. And there he sat still upright, his eyes wide open. They were White in color.

Aiden mustered all his strength as he jumped off the bed. There were tears streaming down his face. Tears of pain. Aiden hated crying.

“What’s wrong with you Will?” he bellowed almost pleadingly. Will did not answer. He just continued to stare at the boy in front of him. Aiden’s ass was hurting bad. He was pretty sure he was bleeding or something but did not have he courage to reach a hand behind to check. He looked about frantically for his clothes and then quickly slipped on his jeans without his underwear. He was getting out of here as fast as possible; as fast as the current state of his body allowed him.

Aiden wiped the tears on his face with the back of his hand as he quickly collected his stuff and fled from the room.

Will stretched out a hand as if begging him to stop. “Aiden.” He called out softly, but the boy was not listening. The door slammed as Aiden bolted from the flat.

~~~

Aiden’s entire body hurt. His muscles were burning. His butt hurt like a thousand stinging needles. But none of that pain matched the pain in his heart. He hated the fact that tears had recently left his eyes; even though they had been tears of pain. He never cried.

Aiden ran out of Will’s building entrance as fast as he could. He had no car this time. He would have to run towards college on foot. What would he do now?

‘What was wrong with Will?’ he questioned himself again and again. ‘What happened to Will suddenly?’ ‘Why had Will tried to rape him so savagely?’ Aiden felt contempt at himself as he thought about how he himself must somehow be at fault for all this.

His whole world had gone drastically awry in the last one day. From rejection to doubts and anxiety, from accusations to long formed friendships at the brink of destruction, from confused friends to misguided lovers, from lovers to savage abusers; what the fuck was happening to his world?

Aiden continued running towards his college as he contemplated what he should do. He wished that the earth would just open up and swallow him up. Maybe he should just jump over the bridge to his death. But isn’t suicide for cowards who can’t face the tribulations of life. Isn’t that throwing away precious life?

A heavy fog was gradually descending as Aiden ran. It being late evening, the surroundings were dark and they were now being heavily shrouded. Aiden’s footsteps resounded all along the pavements he ran. The boy was scared. Why had his lover treated him like that? Why had he been so brutal? What kind of beast had gotten into him? Is this how beautiful people toyed around with inferior looking ones? Play around with their feelings and then use them as trash cans? Was this what Will thought of him; treat him like a charity case for some time, coddle him all along and then trample all over him?

Aiden felt sick at himself for all the negative thoughts. There had to be an explanation for all of it. Will was not like this. After all, had he not said that he would always stay by his side? And what was that white glow in his eyes that he had noticed? Also Aiden did not want to admit it to himself at that time, but he was certain that he had seen extreme sorrow and regret on Will’s face when he had hastily departed from his apartment.

Aiden slowed down his running gasping for breath. The fog around him was getting thicker and thicker. It was hardly possible to see more than a few feet anymore. Where did such mysterious mist suddenly appear from?

Aiden stopped completely to catch his breath. His body was still sore and his butt was absolutely raging with pain by now. Even the weather seemed to be working against him now. He balked escort erzincan as he heard footsteps coming towards him. Someone was approaching. He strained his eyes in the direction of the footsteps. A tall shape was slowly appearing amidst the thick smoke. Aiden braced himself as he thought about how he would face his rapist lover.

The shape gradually emerged from the mist. It was Scott; Scott White.

~~~

Will sobbed uncontrollably as his entire body shook and shuddered. What was happening to him? Why could he not control himself? What had he just done? Why had he hurt his love?

Aiden had begged him to stop and he had ruthlessly continued. The eyes of his lover had cried out in pain and hurt and he himself wanted nothing more than to stop and comfort his lover. But he had not been able to do that. What had his Empress done to him?

The air before the shuddering fallen angel began to warp and deform as slowly a young girl with golden tresses and blue eyes appeared on the material plane. Empress Woe had just appeared before her servant. But she did not have much time. Night would fall soon and she would be forced to return to the Kingdom of Void.

“You, Arangyunus have become pathetic!” The little girl held out her right palm and stretched the fingers apart, hovering above Black’s chest. A dark glow emanated from her digits as Black suddenly lurched forward and blood gushed out from his mouth.

“And I am forced to do this to you,” the little girl continued as the eyes of her guardian were being forced to turn to a milky white shade.

The Empress had had enough. She had waited too long for the Alchemist to come willingly to her. And now even her own servant was serving her unwillingly. He had even managed to momentarily counter the dominance of the ‘Stone of Subjugation’, all saturated in those icky feelings of love and compassion he felt for the boy. Feelings that were even overwhelming loyalty to her. She would not tolerate this. She would force Black to place her will at first priority, no matter what the cost.

She withdrew her hand as she finished maximizing the effects of the Stone embedded into Black’s heart. Now he would obey her even as his heart bled.

All she had to do now was to make him find the Alchemist and quickly set matters right. Wooing the Alchemist would come to an abrupt halt now. She would resort to coercing the boy to do her will. And if the alchemist went out of control, she would kill him.

~~~

Aiden flinched as Scott neared him. He was in an unstable mood. Scott neared him with a look of sorrow, with empathy in his eyes, but Aiden was not sure how Scott would react now; and more importantly, how he should react. Shouldn’t he just run away from there? Scott had tried to make a move on him earlier. What would Scott attempt to do now? Rape him?

“Aiden.” Scott called out softly as he stepped towards him slowly.

Aiden had a pained expression on his face as he took a small step backwards. His body was burning all over. Should he shut out this friend too? He had been running away too much.

“Aiden please.” Scott called out. The mighty angel was having an arduous time with the boy here. And all he wanted right now was to comfort and protect him.

“Please Aiden, I will not do anything that displeases you.”

The pupils of Aiden’s eyes were shaking unsteadily. Then suddenly he relaxed and let his body loose. Immediately Scott stepped forward and enveloped him in his alms. Aiden made no attempt to shrug him off. He just let himself loose in the warm embrace that was the mighty Keeper of the Light.

White hugged the alchemist protectively in his alms, the embrace firm enough to let the boy know of the security he intended to offer. Fog was thick around the conjoined pair, fog that had been summoned by the white angel himself. He put a hand over Aiden’s head who sighed and rested his head upon the sturdy man’s shoulder. The mighty angel had wanted to hug the boy since so long. Just hold him tight and kiss him. But he would have to curb all his longings even now.

White sensed the extreme discomfort and restlessness the boy was experiencing, even the physical pain burning through him. Slowly he crept into the boys mind and chanted a lulling spell into it. The boy would relax and fall asleep. White had promised never to enter the boy’s mind unless a dire situation required him to do so. Now seemed the time.

Aiden felt his entire body relaxing, the physical pain was magically subsiding. His tense body was slowly falling slack against Scott’s solid body. There was thick fog around them and visibility was reduced to zero. But he did not care for now. His eye lids were getting heavy as he felt something warm and fluffy enveloping his entire body, wrapping itself around him. He wondered what it was but his eyes would not open, he was too lost in the soporific effect Scott was having on him. Soporific and calming. He trusted erzincan escort bayan Scott, despite what he had attempted earlier. The last thing Aiden saw in his mind before he slipped into a peaceful slumber was Will’s face; happy and smiling; telling him he would always stay by his side.

White had brought out his great wings. The spotless wings were wrapped around the boy, protecting him from the chilled air and from dangers unseen. He gently held the boy as he fell asleep and then easily lifted him into his alms, walking over to a bench on the pavement side and lying down on it along with Aiden on top off him, still cocooned in his pearly wings, wings that resembled soft white petals of roses, warm, safe and peaceful. He stretched out an arm from beneath wings as Aiden squirmed in his sleep.

“Guardian Ability 12; Sheltered Enclave.” Spiritual energies dissipated from his hand and formed a spherical cordon around the lying pair. The cordon would prevent people from noticing them there throughout the night. It would also shield them from Empress Woe and Black.

White slipped back his arm around Aiden who smiled in his sleep and held onto him tighter. The great white angel looked down at the peaceful sleeping face of the boy, feeling happy that he could at least momentarily rid the boy of the demons that possessed him a few minutes back. He knew not what lay ahead of them, but he knew on thing, he would give his all to protecting the boy.

~~~ ~~~

The Empress was furious. She had spent a restless eight hours – the night time on the material plane, fruitlessly searching for the alchemist. But the boy had simply vanished. All efforts to try and trace him had been in vain. And now she was back on the material plane; she had gotten there at the first crack of dawn and ordered Black to try and track down the Alchemist as well. Where was the boy? Had Witenhoem gotten him before? The consequences of that would be drastic.

The Empress had split from her guardian to speed up the search. She had been telepathically relaying messages to Black all along but the two of them were having no luck. She beckoned Black to meet up with her soon.

Using spells and tracing techniques were seeming pointless. She and Black would have to physically travel to various places and see if they could pick up any trace of the boy.

~~~

Aiden lolled about lazily as something vibrated against his leg. He felt the hard surface on which he lay and wondered where the warm feeling that had enveloped him till a few moments back had vanished. Suddenly he jerked up awake. His phone was buzzing in his cargo pockets, and that had been the juddering feeling against his leg.

He looked about frantically as he dug his hand into his pocket to retrieve the phone. It was early morning. He had been sleeping on a sidewalk bench all night? How did he end up here? He glanced at his phone display. 7:03 AM on a Monday morning; and it was Dominic calling.

“Hello.” Aiden whispered into the phone holding in his breath as memories of the previous day crashed through his mind, overwhelming all his senses.

“Aiden, it’s me. Where are you?”

“Uh, I’m…” Aiden looked about frantically and caught sight of Scott who was squatting atop a five foot fence with his alms hanging down loose. Scott grinned sheepishly as he realized Aiden had noticed him. Blue eyes and shining golden hair; he was every bit as stunning as Aiden remembered him to be.

“Aiden I am at your dorm room right now, and you’re not here. I need to talk to you,” Dominic stated impatiently from the other side of the line. “Where are you?”

Aiden was still staring at the picturesque vision of the beautiful man before him. Had this man watched over him all night? That was too weird!

“I’m just, just outside right now,” Aiden finally stammered back into the phone. “Why do you need to talk?” he whispered fearing the worst.

“Can you meet me outside Café beans in 20 minutes?”

“Yeah, that’ll be…”

“Fine then, see you there.”

Aiden heard the phone click as Dominic disconnected the line. What was going on? He looked at his phone display to find three missed calls by Dominic. Was he sleeping that peacefully that he did not wake up earlier? He usually slept like a watchdog; awaking at the slightest sound or movement.

“Scott,” Aiden took a deep breath before asking. “Did I spend the entire night here?”

“Yup.” Scott replied cheekily as he jumped down form the fence.

“And you were there too?” Aiden asked incredulously.

“Yup; watching over you.”

Aiden turned red. He was feeling all warm and tingly inside, but this was way too weird for him. “Err, I’m sorry about last night; was having a really rough time.”

“No problem.” Scott replied with a sad smile on his face. It was a pleasure to look after you.”

Aiden was at a loss of words. A pair off joggers trotted by frowning at a groggy boy who just woke up after a night’s sleep on the sidewalk bench. He swung his legs and got off the bench in one swift motion. He had no idea what to say to Scott. But he had to meet Dominic in 20 minutes and he had to take care off his breath and hair before that.

“Ok, I gotta go now.” He stated flatly as he collected himself and straightened his clothes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’m kewl with that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You come out of nowhere, like a tiger hidden from sight, seen only when he wants to be seen. Spying your prey you move in for the kill. Medium height, long silky brown hair, a tight shirt and even tighter skirt. Oh yes, she is the one. Slyly and smoothly you slip up behind her and start to move with her. She turns to you and meets your eyes. With your dark and dangerous looks and short sexy black hair, you could charm any girl out of her pants with just one look. Quickly, you fall into beautiful synchronization with each other.

After a while, you look around and see that everyone is distracted by their partner or multiple partners and smile slowly to yourself. You start running your hands over her body slowly, every now and then slipping your thumb or finger under the skin tight edge of her skirt. She laughs and spins around so her back is to you and you wrap one arm around her stomach and pull her tightly against your front. You bury your face in her hair and place light kissed on the sensitive bend at the base of her neck while your free hand runs down one of her thighs. Her head tilts to the side to allow greater access and lifts her arms to run her fingers through your hair. You slide your fingers down to the inside of her thigh and slowly trek back up her leg.

Her legs squeeze together slightly at the light tickle of your fingers as your hand reaches samsun escort the bottom of her skirt. As you trail feather light kisses over her jaw you slip your hand up her skirt and brush her panties and you can feel her legs shake slightly at you touch. You slowly pull her shorter than should be legal skirt up her leg and cup her mound, feeling slight dampness in her panties. As you press the palm of your hand against her mound, your other arm, the one holding her tight against you, slides up her stomach, brushing ever so lightly over her breast, and cups her chin, turning her head towards you and allowing you to take her mouth in a hot and all-consuming kiss. Her hands grip the sides of your head and you can feel her moan but know that no one heard it over the loud pounding music.

As the pulse of the music beats faster, you pull the smooth and very damp silk of her panties to the side and run your finger over her slit. Slowly, smoothly, you slip one finger into her. You feel her body tense at the invasion and her fingers dig into your scalp. In time to the beat of the music, you push your finger in and out of her, and when the beat shifts slightly you add a finger. When you have three fingers pushed deep inside her soaking pussy, you run your thumb over her lips and find her sweet sensitive clit. As you press down and roll escort samsun over it, you feel her tighten and shudder and hear her moan and you smile, knowing she came in the middle of a dance floor.

You pull your fingers from her pussy and, releasing from the kiss, slide your soaking fingers over her lips, a deep, husky “suck” breaths from your lips into her ear and she sucks your fingers clean. You both moan in approval and she drops her head back on your shoulder. As she moves to the slow pulsing beat, she allows you to hold her up. You slide both your arms down around her waist and dance for a few moments. Slowly, so as not to catch any ones unwanted attention, you unwrap your arms grab the hem of her skirt and slide it up until the back slips up over her butt. She inhales at the sudden exposure but doesn’t object. You pull a small pocket knife from your jeans and quickly cut through her panties and pull them off. She looks up at you with curiosity and you lean down to kiss her. You cup the sweet and perfectly smooth cheeks of her butt and pull them gently apart.

Grabbing her hips, you pull her naked ass back against your jean clad erection and feel her grind lightly against you. You reach around and grab one of her hands and place it on your growing cock. You place your hand back on her hip as she gently squeeze and samsun escort bayan rubs your pulsing erection. After a few moments you unzip your jeans and the top button and hear her slight gasp as your cock pops out into her hand. For a few minutes you grit your teeth against her gentle yet skilled hand as it glides from tip to base and teases the tip. As you feel yourself get close to exploding, you pull her hand away and quickly line it up with her dripping hole. She gasps and grabs your wrists. Gripping her hips tightly, you thrust deep and hard into her pussy.

As she opens her mouth to scream, you quickly cover it with your hand, stifling her cry. You allow only a second for her to adjust to you then begin to grind and pound into her to the beat that seemingly pulsates up from the floor. The blessed darkness of the dance floor and the sheer number of people dancing in provocative and alcohol-fueled hazes shield you both from unnecessary attention. In a quick few minutes, you both cum hard. As she sags against you for a second time, you kiss her gently on the head and pull out of her.

Grabbing her ruined panties you quickly wipe off what you can then zip up. You pull her skirt back down and kiss her once more on her neck. “Mmm looking forward to seeing you next weekend. I’ll have a replacement for these for you” you whisper, holding her soiled, bundled up panties up for her to see. And with a small gentle breath on her neck, you disappear into the crowed as quickly as you appeared.

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