“I’m sorry, my wife has delivered an ultimatum. Family only for Christmas. She apparently has a major announcement to make. I’ll go up by plane. Emmet can drive you up in the Jag on the 27th and then bring us both back down after New Year’s. I won’t be able to stay at Brambleton long then, though. The winter is a busy season from me in Philadelphia. I hope you won’t be too upset being here alone.”

“No, of course not, Archie,” Matt answered. The two were sitting in a small pool of candlelight at one end of the massive table in the cavernous dining room of Brambleton. And it was, in fact, fine with Matt—or so he thought at the time. Judge Atherton spent hours alone in his study, working away at who knew what—he supposedly was retired, but he seemed to be putting in a full day’s work with paperwork. And, although they slept together in the same bed, the judge, being content to have a young man to hold in his arms, only asked for anal sex a couple of times a week now. In the last few days, he had been wheezing through that. Other than that, it was mostly hand jobs or blow jobs. Atherton still liked to get it off at least once a day—and Matt had grown used to more often than that. In fact, Matt was getting antsy for more active sex than that, although Brambleton itself was commanding much of his arousal.

Matt was in the burned-out wing testing supports and beams when Emmet, the chauffeur, came back from taking the judge to Dulles airport for a commuter flight to Philadelphia the next day. Emmet appeared at a door from the garage forecourt at the back of the house and cleared his voice to get Matt’s attention.

“The judge’s plane took off a half-hour late, but it’s probably already in Philadelphia now,” Emmet said in a rich, deep voice. In many ways Emmet reminded Matt of Dashad. He was probably in his early thirties, a black man—much darker skinned than Dashad—and handsome as mixed-race men from the Caribbean islands often were. Where he reminded Matt of Dashad the most, though, was a manner that appeared diffident on the surface and at first blush but had a backbone of steel and authority underneath it as well as in having a physique that was big boned and heavily muscled without being fat.

“Thank you, Emmet. Archie says you’ll drive me up on the 27th.”

“Yes, sir. Four days from now. And, if there’s anything you need—anything I can do for you—before then, let me know. I’m a good driver.”

Matt looked up sharply, and saw the look that the last comment had suggested he might get—a somewhat knowing smirk. Emmet, like all of the servants, of course knew exactly what Matt’s status was at Brambleton. For the first time, Matt saw Emmet as a possible source of relief for the itch that the judge was unable to scratch.

“Thanks. I think I’ll manage OK. With Archie gone, I can do a lot of measurement and study in the house that I didn’t want to get in his way with.”

“I know the master planned for both of you to be away for Christmas, so there are no decorations or anything. No tree. There are boxes of lights and ornaments, though, and I could bring in a tree, if you like.”

“No, I wouldn’t want you to go to any trouble, thanks,” Matt answered. But having said that, it suddenly hit Matt that Christmas was in two days. It had always been a happy holiday for him, and the decorations always helped make it special. He, indeed, would miss not having any of the trappings.

“Yes, well,” Emmet was clearing his throat. “I have a tree up in my apartment behind the garage, so if you feel in the need for some Christmas spirit, sir . . . or if there’s anything else you need without Judge Atherton being here to do for you . . .”

Matt looked at Emmet directly. It was clear he was making an offer. It wasn’t the least bit hard to tell. The look in his eyes said it as much as the innuendo did. He was a beautiful man, with a powerful body. And he achingly reminded Matt of Dashad—even more so now that he was establishing the proposition. But Matt wasn’t sure what he wanted. He had been so steeped in studying the architecture and restoration needs of the house that he hadn’t thought much about sex, and when it occurred to him that he was missing something in that department, he’d brushed the thought away. He was aware that he was too greedy in wanting it all.

What he had with the judge had almost become routine and wasn’t what he called invigorating. He’d gotten that from Perry and William Henry, but they hakkari escort appeared in the past now.

“Uh, thanks, Emmet, I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Just one thing, sir.”

“Yes, Emmet, what is that?”

“Everywhere but my apartment, I work for Judge Atherton . . . and his guests. But in my apartment, on my own time, I am master.”

“Uh, yes, of course, Emmet. That’s as it should be.”

“And I am a good, but very demanding master.”

“Uh.”

“It’s just that I don’t want there to be any misunderstand, sir. I wouldn’t want anyone to come to my apartment without realizing how it would be.”

“Thank you, Emmet. I think I understand . . . perfectly. I doubt I’ll have the need to see your Christmas tree, though.”

“As you wish, sir,” he answered, although he didn’t sound convinced, and perhaps it was because he could see Matt trembling. But he turned left.

And keep Emmet’s offer in mind he did through the next day. And as chance would have it, part of his uncertainty was answered when he saw Jaime, from Ravensworth, almost stealthily come around the side of the garage the next afternoon and enter an open bay.

Curious, Matt quietly approached and peeked through a side window in the garage. Jaime was kneeling in front of a mostly naked Emmet—only wearing boots and a shirt open and pulled back at each side to reveal a magnificent body and proud cock and balls. Jaime, already nearly naked himself—only in his open shirt and shoes as well—was sucking Emmet off.

As Matt watched, Emmet pushed Jaime’s mouth off his cock and rolled a condom on it. Then he lifted the smaller Jaime with hand grasps under the Hispanic’s armpits; turned him toward the trunk of the Jaguar salon car, which Jaime reached out for with his hands, planting the heels of his palms on the shiny surface of the car. Grabbing Jaime’s hips in broad hands that permitted him to grip and spread the butt cheeks, Emmet lifted Jaime’s feet off the floor of the garage, positioned his condomed cock head at Jaime’s spread hole, and worked his way inside as Jaime writhed his body and voiced cries of welcome that easily reached Matt’s ears through the window. When Emmet began to pump him it was with strong, vigorous strokes.

Matt realized, the memory of cocks that big and black and vigorous flooding in his mind, that he had almost achingly been missing this. He wanted what Jaime was getting. He almost had to put his hands over his ears because the sounds of Jaime enjoying what he was getting were almost too much for him to bear.

Matt returned to the house and tried to throw himself wholly into his architectural studies and measurements. But it had been entirely too long since he’d gotten a satisfying fuck like Jaime obviously was getting in the garage, so Matt just couldn’t get that out of his mind. It was almost an hour later that Matt saw Jaime stumbling out of the garage, a sloppy grin on his face. Matt’s cheeks flushed with envy.

He held off through that day and into the next. But now it had been brought to his attention that Christmas was here—it was Christmas Eve now—and that the house was dark and undecorated, Matt’s surroundings and his loneliness at this time of year—and the uncertainty of what the future held for him—drove Matt to raid the cellar for wine, the refrigerator for cheese, and the larder for crackers as it became dark, and then to walk over to the small apartment Emmet had behind the garages. He had pulled on a tight T-shirt and tight jeans, not bothering with underwear.

Emmet met him at the door of his apartment, barefoot and dressed only in sleeping trousers. He had the perfectly cut chest of a bodybuilder, and the gold medallion on the chain around his neck nearly disappeared in the cleavage separating his pecs. One arm was covered in an intricate sleeve tattoo that nearly faded into the darkness of his skin but that, thereby, begged for closer inspection.

Behind him, taking up nearly a fourth of the small living room, was a Norfolk pine tree, with large-bulb, old-fashioned lights on it, a popcorn chain, and what looked like they might be homemade ornaments. The rest of the room was lit with the soft glow of tea candles. Matt almost teared up from the hominess of it—not much different than the trees his parents had put up and decorated with what they could scrape together.

“I find I do miss a tree. I thought you might share yours with hakkari escort bayan me for a couple of hours,” Matt said, embarrassed that his voice sounded hoarse—as if it revealed the want that was gnawing at him. “And I brought some food and wine, if coming isn’t too much of an imposition.”

Emmet gave him a smile and a penetrating gaze. Matt felt that the man could look through all the pretense and knew exactly why Matt had come. His gaze dwelled below Matt’s waist, where Matt felt himself half hard already and the line of his cock showing. He was sure that Emmet knew he wasn’t wearing briefs.

Emmet proceeded to show that, indeed, he did know why Matt had come, and, honing in on a weakness of Matt’s, he took full, assured controlled. “You didn’t come just for the tree, did you?” Emmet said in the deep, rich baritone of his. His hand had moved down to the bulge in his crotch.

“No, not just for the tree,” Matt admitted in a voice that was more of a sigh than a statement. It was almost a relief that there would be no awkward moments of pretense and dancing around what Matt wanted.

“By all means, come in. You may put the wine and food on that table by the sofa. We’ll fuck right here for the first time. I like it a little wild at first. I think you like it that way too.”

Matt brushed past the hulking body of Emmet, seemingly even larger and commanding in this small room, and placed the wine and the cheese and box of crackers on the sofa side table. His hands were shaking so tremulously that he would have put what he was holding down anyway. He heard a rustling sound and looked up in time to see Emmet’s sleeping trousers tossed around his side and onto the sofa.

Emmet was close behind him, embracing him from behind. Emmet’s fingers were snaked up under the hem Matt’s T-shirt and cupping his pecs and pulling Matt’s shirt off his back and tossing it on top of the sleeping trousers on the sofa. Emmet was kissing the back of Matt’s neck, while Matt softly whimpered and raised his arms to cup the back of Emmet’s curly haired head with his hands.

“I hope it’s OK,” Emmet murmured. “I like to do a fast fuck first.” He said it in such a way, though, that it wasn’t really offered for discussion.

“Yes, oh yes,” Matt answered in a breathy voice.

Holding Matt’s torso close to his chest and cupping one of his pecs with one embracing arm, Emmet worked Matt’s belt and zipper, and Matt felt his jeans slide to the floor. The free hand went to cupping his balls and then encircling his cock and slowly pumping him. Matt turned his head so that they could go into a kiss, and Emmet forced his hardened cock between Matt’s thighs. The cock bulb pressed into the base of Matt’s balls. Emmet began to dry fuck Matt between his thighs, rubbing the top of his hard cock over Matt’s hole, again and again.

Matt sighed and shuddered at the size of him. It was the blackness. None of the white men who had taken Matt had what the black men had given him.

They stood there for half an eternity, Emmet dry humping Matt and Matt melting at the attention. In a whimpering voice, Matt whispered, “Fuck me. Please fuck me. Put it inside me.”

Emmet gave a low, guttural laugh in answer. “The old man can’t do you well, can he? God, I can tell you’re ripe for it. Cute piece like you needs more of a man than the judge is.”

“Yes, what I need is a black man,” Matt whispered. “Give me what a black man can give me.”

Not taking umbrage at that, Emmet laughed. “This black man sure as hell can give you what you need.” He freed Matt’s cock and reached over and opened the drawer of the stand next to the sofa, revealing packets of condoms and a tube of lube. Emmet crowned himself with one hand, which he then got slicked up with lubricant and worked Matt’s hole open without losing the grip on Matt’s torso that held him close to Emmet’s chest.

“Climb it now,” Emmet muttered. “Show me how much you want it. Lock your hands behind my neck”—and Matt proceeded to move his hands down from cupping Emmet’s head until he could lock his fists behind the black man’s thick neck—”and arch your back and roll your ass up.”

As Matt moved to do that, Emmet moved the arm encasing Matt’s chest down to encircle him at the waist. He lifted Matt off the floor with that arm, and his cock just slid into Matt’s crack and was entering him. And entering him and entering him and entering him.

“Shit, escort hakkari opens right up,” Emmet muttered. “You do like the big black cock, don’t you?”

“Umm, um, do me good,” Matt whimpered. “Fuck me deep.” He gave a little cry and started to move his hips with the rhythm of the answer to his begging for a deep fuck.

A few minutes later, Emmet twisted Matt around on the cock to where Matt was facing him, and commanded, “Your ankles on my shoulders. Arch your back and reach for my ankles with your hands,” and Matt was draped in front of Emmet’s body and Emmet was jack hammering down into him.

Matt was trembling and shuddering and obviously having trouble holding this position, so Emmet then pulled Matt’s torso back up to his chest and slowly knelt down to the floor, not losing purchase in Matt’s channel, and fucked him missionary style on a deep-pile throw rug in front of the Christmas tree.

After they had both ejaculated and had cooled down, Emmet rose from the rug, leaned down, gathered Matt up, and carried him into his bedroom.

Matt assumed Emmet was going to let him rest on the bed, and he felt good—but not satisfied to the degree that Dashad could satisfy—even though more “done” than Judge Atherton could manage. But he assumed incorrectly. Emmet laid him down on his side, with his hip at the edge of the bed. He lifted Matt’s leg so that it ran up his torso, palmed Matt’s belly with one hand grabbed a pec with his other one, and slid inside Matt’s channel and began to pump hard and deep sideways, while Matt whimpered and writhed under him.

“Yes, yes. God, yes,” Matt called out in ecstasy.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Emmet muttered. “Black cock. I could see it in the way you looked at me. You take the white cock of these rich bastards around here, but you’ve had black cock before and it’s what you really want.”

“Yes, yes, it’s what I want.”

“And I don’t have to fuck you, do I? You want it so bad you’ll do the work.”

With that, he manhandled Matt up into the center of the bed, laying on his back, and pulled Matt over him. He held Matt suspended in the air over his body with strong hands at his waist. His cock was as erect and proud as a flagpole—but a good bit thicker. Matt’s face was above his, looking down, and Emmet was assured by the look of need and want in Matt’s eyes.

“Black cock. Big black cock. From a chauffeur. You couldn’t fool me. You may want something from these white guys you’re servicing—money and possessions—but what you really need and want is black cock—from a chauffeur.”

“Yes,” Matt murmured.

“Say it. What do you want from me? Why did you come here tonight?”

“I want your big black cock,” Matt croaked. “Fuck me with your big black cock.”

“Fuck yourself. Plant your knees on either side of my hips and take the cock.”

Facing Emmet’s head and kneeling on either side of his hips, Matt panted as he lowered his channel on the cock. When he’d bottomed, Matt leaned back, hands buried on either side of Emmet’s meaty calves, supporting his arched torso, and moaned at the throbbing fullness of the feeling inside his channel.

“Any of these rich white bastards got what I’ve got? Any fill you like I do?”

“No, none of them,” Matt groaned.

“Fuck yourself now. And you can take it slow. We’ve got all night.” He locked his fists behind his neck and started to move his hips up and down, seeking and finding the rhythm of Matt moving his channel on the cock. Matt groaned and moaned and gasped and sighed. And if you listened to him closely you could almost hear him purring.

This time after they were done, and were still panting and sweating, working on cooling down, Emmet asked, “You ever had it better than that?”

“Not from a single guy,” Matt answered, lying but not wanting to sour the mood. Dashad still could do it a bit better.

“Whatta you mean. You’ve done it on a string?”

“Yes. At UVa.”

“All black guys? All hung?”

“Yes. Football players.”

“You’re such a slut,” Emmet answered, with a laugh. “Maybe I can get some guys together.”

Matt just sighed and snuggled closer into Emmet’s arms and reached for his cock.

Matt spent the next three nights, until the morning of December 27th, in Emmet’s bed. He was still purring as they climbed into the Jaguar for the trip up past Washington, D.C., and Baltimore on I-95.

At the last rest stop on the highway before reaching Philadelphia, Emmet pulled into a remote parking slot, unzipped his trousers, and pulled Matt’s head down into his lap.

“This is just for you to remember what cock you really want.”

The cock Matt really wanted was Dashad’s. He knew that now. But Dashad wasn’t here and Emmet was.

I sat there, Tuesday night, with the phone in hand, knowing deep down that there was no way I wasn’t going to call him. The experience had left me shaken and confused. I knew I wasn’t gay. I knew I wasn’t attracted to men. But there was something about him. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The sound of his voice ordering me to do things that I had never thought I would do. The feeling of his cock pressing into the back of my throat. The way his cum filled my mouth with its salty goodness. I had really enjoyed being forced to suck him off. Part of me wanted to do it again, another part told me not to call and pretend it never happened. I was so confused.

I started to dial.

Slowly.

My breathing started to get shorter as my nervousness and excitement increased with each number pressed. By the sixth number my mouth was dry. When I pressed the last number and listened to the ringing I almost slammed the phone down, but before I could do it he answered.

“Yeah? Hello?”

I couldn’t speak. My heart was racing.

“Who the fuck is this? I can hear you.”

Again I didn’t say a word, I couldn’t. A second or two later he began to laugh.

“It’s you, isn’t it, boy?”

Before my mind could react I heard my voice say, “Yes sir.”

He laughed more saying “I knew you would do as I told, boy. You just can’t get enough if my cock. Isn’t that right, boy?”

My mind was out of it now. I couldn’t think, I could only answer. “Yes sir.”

“Say it, boy.”

His demanding and controlling tone made my heart beat faster. “I can’t get enough of your cock, sir.”

He laughed again. Then that dominating voice, “Good boy. Now, Saturday afternoon you will meet me again. I’ll be in room 124 at the Paradise Inn. Do you know where that is, boy?”

I knew exactly where it was, but I didn’t want to admit it… “Yes sir, I know where it is.”

“That’s good, boy. Be there by 3:30, boy, or don’t bother showing up at all.”

He paused and I didn’t say anything.

“You understand me, boy?”

“Yes sir. I understand.”

“Good boy.”

The line went dead. I sat there, unmoving, scared, nervous, excited, and rock hard.

I put the phone down on the desk, slid my shorts down to my ankles freeing my hard cock, and leaned back in my chair. My right hand wrapped around the base of my cock and started to slowly stroke up and down.

I thought about the humiliation, the way he talked down to me. It excited me to be treated like that. It hit something inside of me that I didn’t know was there. I thought about his hands pressing my head down on his huge cock. I imagined having my mouth raped by his black monster again. My hand moved faster, squeezed tighter. I started breathing harder as I knew what was coming. My fantasy moved forward too. I could hear him grunting in my mind, getting close. My cock was throbbing in my hand, I was going to cum.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned as I my cock exploded in my hand. Sendiing jets of cum all over my chest. I sat catching my breath, looking down at the strands of my hot, sticky seed. I slowly milked my cock, letting any remaining cum drip onto my stomach. Without thinking, my left hand moved up to my chest, one finger extending out and wiping up a long strand of cum. I looked at it as it coated my finger, then reached out and licked my finger clean.

The loud bang of the bedroom door slamming shut scared the hell out of me, her voice mortified me.

“What the fuck?!”

Shocked, I yanked up my shorts trying to hide what I had just been doing from my girlfriend. Too late. I could tell by the look in her green eyes that she saw everything. I was mortified.

Her short blonde hair framed the anger in her face. She was wearing a spaghetti strap cut off shirt with the University of Miami “U” on it. Her toned arms, crossed just under her firm 32A breasts, with her pink manicured fingernails digging into her tan skin showed her mood. She stood with her hip jutting out to the side, wearing low cut jean shorts that were so tight they should have been painted on. One sandaled foot tapped non stop waiting for an answer.

“Amy… I thought you were out of town visiting UM,” I replied as I reached for a shirt to throw over my cum covered chest.

“I just got back, and wanted to see my boyfriend.” She was more disgusted than mad, having watched me eat my own cum. “But don’t let me stop you. If this is the shit you like, go ahead and finish.”

I just lowered my head as I spoke, “Amy, come on… This isn’t what I want,” I was trying to come up with something other than the truth. The truth that I was fantasizing about a giant, black cock. “I’m just so horny. I get so turned on thinking about you, but I don’t want to pressure you into anything so I do this.”

“Oh, so it’s my fault you jerk off all over yourself? Fuck you!”

“Amy… That’s not what I mean.”

“Fuck you, you’re not gonna get out of this. Lay back and finish.”

“But… I already came…”

“Too bad, do it again. I want to see it.”

“But giresun escort Amy, I…”

“Start playing with your dick,” she said cutting me off “right now, or forget about EVER having a chance of fucking me.”

I couldn’t help be to slide my shorts back down. There was no way I was going to pass up having a chance to finally fuck her, no matter what I had to do. I started tugging on my soft cock trying to make it hard again. My eyes lowered to the floor. I couldn’t bring myself to look at her.

“That’s it, get hard for me,” she encouraged.

My dick began to stiffen under my hand. I slowly stroked up and down, my cum making a nice lube.

“Damn, honey! This is hot! Will you do anything I say?” she giggled.

“Yes,” I said, getting extremely turned on from performing in front of her. “Anything.”

“Ooh! This is gonna be fun!”

The anger that was there just moments ago had evaporated into… something else. A side of her I had never seen before.

“Lay down on the bed and spread your legs. I want a good view!”

I stood up, cock in hand, and moved to the bed. She walked up to the foot of the bed watching me. I covered my face with my left arm as my right continued to slowly stroke my cock. It was feeling good, I was letting out soft moans. Knowing I was being watched somehow made it feel so much more intense.

“Wow babe, I think you’re making me wet,” she said as I heard the jeans being unzipped. I turned my head to watch her but the angle I was at wouldn’t let me see below her chest. “Oh I bet you want to see, don’t you?”

“Fuck yes I do!”

She giggled at my eager response. A moment later she walked around to the side of the bed. My eyes locked on the tiny red g-string she wore. She walked closer, kneeled on the bed, spread her legs wide and sat back on her heels. Her knee was almost touching my head with her panty covered pussy oh so close. I stopped jerking myself and reached over to touch her but she quickly slapped my hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” she yelled. “Keep stroking that dick, and don’t stop until you’ve covered yourself in cum!”

My hand went back down to my side as I renewed the stroking, eyes locked on the small patch of fabric.

Her hand slowly moved down her body. Her pink fingertips slid under the red fabric. Letting out a long, low moan her fingers slowly moved back and forth on her clit.

“Oh my god, this is turning me on so fucking bad!” she moaned.

With her free hand she pulled the fabric to the side revealing the perfectly shaved, glistening wet object of my desire. Slowly, two of her fingers started to slip inside her full lips. Her hips began to grind into her hands. One hand slowly moving in and out, shining with her juices; one hand working her clit in small circles.

All of this was driving me out of my mind. I had never seen her touch herself before and I loved watching. My hand, wrapped tightly around my cock, slowed and began moving in sync with her fingers. Eyes glued to her hands and that delicious pussy.

Amy’s moans began to get louder, her hands moving faster. “Oh fuck, I’m so close!” she screamed. Then suddenly she stopped and looked down at me. “I have an idea!” she shouted.

In one quick motion she jumped up, swung her leg over me and straddled my head. Her dripping pussy just inches from my mouth.

“You are gonna eat me while I watch you make yourself cum,” she demanded.

Almost in shock from her command, and never having licked her before, it took only an instant before I pressed my face into her, licking her from front to back before shoving my tongue inside her. Her moans increased as she began to grind into my face. Her hot juices tasted amazing. I felt like I was in heaven, except for my hand pumping my cock. I could feel her fingers on my chin violently rubbed her clit, my tongue still fucking her.

“Oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum! I’m so fucking close!”

Her body began to shake as she let out a long deep moan. “I’m cumming!” she screamed as her pussy began to pulse. She ground down onto my face even harder bending over to shove my face deeper. “Fuck yes!”

The second I felt her pussy flow I couldn’t hold back. My cock throbbed as it released stream after stream of hot cum.

“God damn it!” she yelled. “You came all over me!”

She jumped up and spun around showing me her stomach and breasts covered in thick lines of my cum. Standing at the foot of the bed I could see the look of complete disgust in her green eyes. “I saw how much you liked it before, come here and clean up this mess.”

Slowly I turned and crawled to her, eyes fixed on the lines of cum on her flat, tanned stomach. As I got close she reached out, grabbed my head and led my face to the first bit of cum.

“Yeah, lick it.” she giggled as my tongue made contact with her golden skin. “Clean up your mess you little bitch!”

My tongue traced the line of cum, making sure to get it all. I followed it from her stomach giresun escort bayan up onto her perky tits. She giggled and laughed each time my tongue touched her. I slowly, with her directing my head, cleaned her body of my sticky seed.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” she giggled as she climbed of the bed and began dressing. “You are one sick fuck!”

“Amy…”

“Get dressed, dinner is ready.”

With that she spun around and left, closing the door behind her. I was left alone, with the taste of my own cum in my mouth. I slowly got dressed as I thought about what had just happened. I was just dominated by my girlfriend. The thought turned me on and humiliated me at the same time. In less than a week I had gone from typical jock to a submissive bitch boy.

And I loved it.

———

Saturday morning I woke up excited. I knew there was no way I wasn’t going to be at that hotel at 3:30. Just thinking about it and what might happen made me hard. The morning flew by and before I knew it it was 2:45, time to go.

I had decided to wear a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. Under that I decided to put on a pair of briefs, although I usually wore boxers. In the drive to the hotel my mind kept switching between Tuesday night with Amy and last weekend with “him.” By the time I arrived at the hotel I was rock hard.

I walked down the sidewalk looking for the correct room number. I found it on the side of the hotel, it’s door facing the parking lot. The door was slightly open. I knocked as I entered. The room was a standard hotel room with two full size beds, one table, two chairs, a dresser and a TV. I looked around the empty room and found a note on the bed.

“Boy, I knew you would show up. I have a few things you need to take care of before I arrive.

First you will shave that bush. A boy should not have that much of a bush. There is a razor and shave gel in the bathroom. Make sure you get your ass too. I don’t want to find a single hair, boy.”

Once that job is complete we need to work on that virgin boy-pussy of yours, boy. You were so tight on my finger I thought you might be grateful for having your boy-pussy stretched before I split it open with my cock. There is a nice plug waiting for you in the bathroom, before I arrive you will have it in place.

When you are done with this you will open the door wide and kneel in the middle of the room, naked.”

My heart was racing. I couldn’t believe how excited his note made me. I quickly stripped, throwing my clothes into a drawer in the dresser and hurried into the bathroom. I picked up the shave gel and the razor, sat down on the toilet and got to work.

Sitting with my legs spread wide I lathered up the hair above my cock, rubbing it in nice and thick. I turned on the faucet in the bathtub to rinse the razor. I took the razor and slowly dragged it down my skin. My hair was so thick I had to go over the same spot several times. Once I got that area perfectly smooth I moved down to my balls. I was so nervous about cutting myself I slowed down and took my time doing this. Eventually, after holding my cock this way an that, I was able to do a decent job getting the hair off. Not sure how to do my ass I sat there for a moment before it dawned on me to squat down and spread wide. I lathered up my entire ass, cheeks and all then I reached down with both hands and slowly shaved by feel until my entire ass was smooth. I used a towel to clean off any gel that might still be on my body. I stood looking at my freshly shaved package, noticing the precum beginning to drip from my cock. I thought about sitting down and jerking off, but I quickly remembered where I was and who I was doing all of this for.

I grabbed the butt plug from the counter. Holding it in my hands, I guessed that it was about four inches long and maybe two inches in diameter. Much longer and thicker than a finger. It excited me to think I was about to violate my own ass for a man I didn’t even know. I looked around for lube of some kind but didn’t see any. I briefly thought about using some of the shave gel, but decided that wasn’t a good idea. I licked my lips and remembered that in some porn movies I had seen the girls sometimes used spit to lube up. I figured it was worth a try.

I leaned over and started to spit in my hand then rubbed the spit all over the tip of the plug. I wasn’t sure if this was going to do the job so I began licking the plug to spread the spit aroun better. When I thought I had enough I put the plug down on the toilet lid and positioned my ass above it. I slowly lowered my body onto the plug. I could feel the plug start to enter me. I continued to lower myself onto it, feeling my virgin ass stretch and I moved down. Pushing down harder, I finally felt the plug slide in, my ass tightening around the base of the plug, holding it in. I had never felt anything like it. There was a little pain, but the fullness drove me wild. My cock throbbed, begging to be touched. It took all I could escort giresun do to ignore it.

I walked, slowly, out to the main room and opened the door wide. Using the doorstop I propped the door completely open. I turned around and made my way to the center of the room, facing the door and kneeled.

At this point I was too turned on to even think about anything else. I heard voices outside, but never saw anyone. Minutes passed, I looked over at the clock between the two beds and saw that it was almost 4:30. It had taken me an hour to shave and get the plug in. My hand went to the base of my cock and rubbed the newly smooth skin. The next time I looked at the clock it was almost 5. I thought maybe he wasn’t coming. I decided to give it ten more minutes before I left.

Just before 5:08 I heard his voice coming from the door. “Well well, boy. It looks like you can follow directions.” he laughed as he walked in.

He was wearing the same gym shorts and basketball jersey he had worn the week before. My eyes were immediately drawn to the bulge in his shorts. I licked my lips thinking about that magnificent cock.

He shut the door behind him and slowly walked around me. “Bend over, boy.” he commanded. “Let me see that plug in your pussy.”

I leaned over, face on the ground, and stuck my ass up in the air. He reached down and gave the plug a little tug. I let out a low moan as he played with the plug. He pulled and pushed it, never removing it.

“Looks like you did a good job shaving too, boy.”

“Thank you, sir. I’m glad you like it,” I whispered.

“Back up on you knees, boy,” he said as he sat on the bed next to me. “And turn to face me.”

I sat up and turned to see him on the edge of the bed, just inches from me. He laughed at the way I was looking at the outline of his cock through is shorts.

“See something you like, boy?”

I simply nodded in response.

“Tell me, boy, what do you want?”

I licked my lips and replied, “Your cock, sir.”

He laughed again. “And what do you want to do with my cock, boy?”

I looked up at him, with what must have been pure lust, and said, “I want to have my face fucked by your cock, sir.”

At that he laughed again, hard. “Lets see if you can earn that, boy.” He stood up, his crotch less than an inch away from my face. “Take my shorts off, boy.”

I reached up and before I could pull his shorts down he slapped my hands away. “No hands, boy!”

I lowered my hands and leaned forward taking his shorts in my mouth. The heat from his cock made me moan again. I pulled down with my head and felt the shorts slide. A few more times and his shorts were on the ground. I sat back and felt his hot, hard cock against my cheek. It felt a little wet and smelled differently than I remembered.

He must have seen the quizzical look on my face because he laughed and said, “Oh yeah, I forgot to clean my cock off when I finished fucking that whore next door. Good thing you’re here to take care of that, boy.”

My stomach turned knowing he wanted to clean some woman’s cum off of his cock. A quick slap to the side of my face changed my mind.

“Clean my cock, boy!” he demanded.

I opened my mouth and licked the side of his shaft. It actually tasted good to me so I greedily sucked and licked his glistening cock.

“Don’t forget my balls, boy. I’m sure her cum got down there too.” he laughed.

I lowered my head and gently licked his sack. His cock resting on my face. I sucked in one ball then the other. I bathed his balls with my tongue.

“Just to be safe, boy, you might as well clean my ass too,” he laughed as he turned around and leaned over a little.

I licked from the base of his balls and over his hole. I could not believe I was actually licking a man’s ass. I felt so degraded and so turned on! The way he could simply tell me to do something and I do it confused me. I still didn’t know why I was giving in so completely.

“That’s good, boy.” he said as he stood up and moved away. “Stand up and bend over, boy. I want to see how your pussy is doing.”

I stood up and bent over the foot of the bed, resting my elbows on the bed. He kicked my feet out wide, leaving me exposed to his will. I could feel his hand on the plug as he began to slowly turn it. I started to moan.

“You like something filling your pussy, don’t you, boy?”

“Yes.” I moaned.

“Yes, what, boy?”

“Yes sir, I like something filling my pussy.” I breathed in response.

He just laughed. I felt his hand grip the plug and pull. He pulled slowly and gently, stretching my ass. I started to lean back to lessen the pressure but was quickly put back in place with a hard smack to my left cheek. The feeling that was building was so intense I wasn’t sure I could take it.

“Sir, it hurts so much! Please stop!” I cried.

He leaned over me so his mouth was close to my ear. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing. “Shut the fuck up, boy. Your pussy is mine. Your body is mine. You understand me, boy?”

Unable to breathe, all I could do is nod in response.

“Say it, boy,” he hissed. He let up on my throat just enough so I could gasp out the words.

“My ass…”

SMACK! His free hand came down hard on my ass, leaving a sharp sting. “Your pussy, boy, not ass.” he chided.

Let me just start this story by saying, that today marks the day of my last visit to the gay bathhouse, which was exactly one year ago. Being introduced to the bathhouse scene pretty early, in my 19s, I have been visiting bathhouses regularly since then till last year, before Covid crisis has started, when I was 25. I’m young and very slim, no body hair/beard and kinda short makes me a very irregular type of visitor in the local European bathhouses, since the usual visitors around are 30-35+, with more than 50% of them actually being older than 50-60 years old. Having said that, let’s dive into my last bathhouse visit in Prague, the capital of Czech Republic, taking place in February 2020, which I remember very vividly.

I come from a smaller Czech town, located around 60minutes from Prague, where all the bathhouses are situated in. I am a 100% bottom, with a lot of experience with cruising or fucking with strangers from Grindr, having started doing so since I was 18. My usual trips to bathhouses go like this: arriving to the bathhouse at the opening hour (in my favourite one it would be 14:00), spending first few hours at the bar and at the saunas just looking around, checking out people as they arrive, maybe some handjobs, blowjobs, you know how that goes and at around 5PM, it usually starts to get busy, active, dirty – that is when I start putting my ass out there heavily.

So on the mentioned day, I went through the thorough preparations as I always do in the morning, then hopped on a train to Prague, watching some dirty stuff on my karaman escort phone, as I always do to get into the slut mindset, arriving into the bathhouse at exactly the opening hour, went down to put my clothes away, grabbing my toiletry bag full of condoms, lube, poppers, erection ring and a small butt plug. Ordered a glass of red wine (it’s not day drinking in sauna since it is underground and there is no windows) and shortly after that I’ve noticed muscular hunk with a short, “business” haircut, trimmed with fade on the sides which already indicated, that he probably has some kind of fancy job. Had a toiletry bag like myself on the bar, lowkey checking me out but I figured, hence the bag, he probably is bottom since we always have to carry all kinds of stuff with ourselves. He then went somewhere to the lower floors.

I finished my wine, grabbed my bag, took a quick shower and quickly went through all the saunas, only to find he was in none of them. There is one more floor, with only the cabins and a big cinema room, where there is an “auditorium” with a big screen for gay porn. So I figured, I will just take a short walk through there, just to see, what’s up. I found the guy, standing in the corner, looking at me, playing with his dick immediately. I never say no to a nice dick, so I just got on my knees in front of him and started doing my job.

1 minute in, I started smelling a familiar aroma – he opened his poppers bottle and as a very decent person, put it under my nose first. I didn’t hesitate karaman escort bayan for a second and inhaled strongly. Heat coming up to my head, my heartbeat racing I started sucking that cock as deep as I could, the poppers inducting a wild animalistic need for cock inside me. He wasn’t waiting around, took my hand and brought me to the nearest cabin. I immediately assumed the doggy position, on all four, sticking my ass in his face, hoping he would start with rimming and fingering first. He did as I hoped and after a few minutes, I felt him lubing my hole, offering me more poppers, which I took with grace and started pushing his cock into me. After a few minutes of fucking, he blew his load into the condom, gave me one last spank on my bottom and left. I got to the shower, showered a bit and went to the bar again.

After a second glass of wine and some time, I decided to check the saunas again. Finnish sauna was empty, the steam room had a twink inside (not really who I’m into) so I decided to visit the steam maze. Of course, there have been several people walking around. The maze here is basically a circle, where you can walk around till you “get lucky”. And it’s a steam maze, so no towels. 🙂 I walked around for a while, was followed by some guys and then seen this old guy, probably in his sixties, slowly stroking his not really long but very thick cock while looking directly in my eyes. I LOVE thick cocks so without any thought, I got on my knees and started sucking.

Feeling some other eyes escort karaman on my back, I made sure, my ass was sticking out. Apparently other guys liked that and not very long time later, one of them started grabbing and groping my ass. I looked back and it was another a lot older guy than me, 50-60 years old. Between his legs was hanging an average sized cock, but a cock still. I turned back and continued sucking the guy for a few minutes, until he started gasping for air, indicating he was close. I wanted to finish him, so I started stroking his cock really fast. In the meantime, there were some fingers in my ass already. I went for like 2-3 minutes, stroking the guy in front of me, with his cock’s head in my mouth until finally he blew a load in my mouth. I swallowed like a good slut I am, then I started feeling a cock gliding over my ass. Without looking back, I handed the guy behind me a condom from my bag.

Ready for what’s next, I took poppers from my bag, took a few big hits and again, sudden HUGE urge for cocks filled my head. I turned around, just to find out that we actually had a small audience of 4-5 people watching and stroking. The guy behind me started fucking me and another guy also with a kinda average cock assumed the place in front of me, in my mouth. I sucked and held my ass as a good boy till the man in front of me was getting close and started moaning. The guy from behind knew what was up, so he started fucking me faster, pulled out, grabbed my head and turned me a bit to him and they both came on my face one after another. The man from the back finished second and after he got all the cum out of him onto my face, he wiped the last drop on my lips and I decided I want a little break. I went to the showers, showered the cum and lube out of me and went to a dry sauna for a 10minutes relax.

To be continued…

He Glows

By YodaandLumiere

“How am I supposed to pick? These stupid applications don’t tell me anything useful” I said.

“It has their pertinent information and security questions.”

She says that like it answers for all my doubts. I’m kind of over her tonight. I hate when she gets like this. I’m a modern man, so maybe it’s me who gets like that, not her. Whichever way it goes, I want her to leave.

These applications that she created didn’t ask any of the questions I wanted to put in it. She totally discounted my requests. See, the thing is, I’m the one looking for a roommate. You know, someone to live with ME. So maybe, just maybe, my questions should have made the fucking application. I let out a huge breath. She looks at me with a sourpuss face and I want to jump from my balcony. But I don’t have one.

“Look, Julia, I appreciate the help, but” and before I can say something equally lame as the beginning of the sentence, she snaps on me.

“Oh! You APPRECIATE the help!?! Hardly! If you had your way, this stupid application would have questions about beer preferences! How can anyone take you seriously, Leo?”

“I don’t want them to take me seriously! This is my house. I’m comfortable here, I want someone else that will be easy to be comfortable with. It’s not a crazy concept!” I yelled back. We’re both yelling. This is insane and I hate it.

“I’m just going to go home.” She starts bustling around, gathering her things. She gets all ready to go, purse on the shoulder, keys in hand, her perfectly manicured thumb hovering over the auto start button on the key fob. She stands still by the door, looking proper and pissy. “Well, I’m leaving unless you want to have sex.”

We’ve had this conversation before. This is how we have sex these days, if at all. The romance with Julia never really existed. Our relationship fit into our friend group. It made our families happy. We looked great together. But we were never concerned enough about happiness, easy companionship, and heaven forbid, the L word. Love wasn’t a life requirement for Julia.

“No, I’m not in the mood tonight.” I just shrug. I couldn’t get excited for her tonight if she blindfolded me. Not the kink kind of blindfold. The literal, cover my eyes so I don’t have to see you kind of blindfold.

“I’m going to remind you when you ask for a hand job, that you’re the one who turned down sex tonight. Not me.” She mashes the button to start her car. She acts like it’s some sort of declaration of war or something. Like, once I’ve pressed THE button, there is no going back! You failed Leo. Okay maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but she’s easy to paint as the villain in my over active mind. I think it’s a sign if your girlfriend is the villain in your life, maybe it’s time to let it go. Sing it Elsa!

She storms out the door and slams it. She knows I how I feel about slamming. I swear if any of my art fell off the front wall, I’m going to do the most terrible thing I could ever do to her. I’ll get the nice guy at the parking lot she uses to give her reserved spot to the next person on the wait-list. I’m an evil genius. And people actually liked me. Julia was pretty universally unliked. Actively disliked, if we’re being honest.

How to solve the roommate problem, that is the question at hand. Maybe I can call some of these people disguised as small piles of pertinent information, and see if any of them have more to offer, more to share about themselves. Wow, that sounds kind of creepy, actually. I guess I need to go back to square one and make a new application with real questions.

I bought this place when I could afford it on my own, easily. I’ve been here for almost four years. This house is cool. It’s kind of a weird mix of the late fifties space age mid century modern and mid-seventies high camp al a Brady Bunch. You’d have to see it. Trust this, if nothing else, Julia hates it, so you know it’s cool. I’m breaking up with Julia. What the fuck? I don’t actually hate myself this much, geez Leo, get it together loser.

I need a roommate to help pay the bills. Things got tight a while back and a roommate is the best solution to save me from losing this place. Julia was never a roommate option. Thank God. But I need to find someone by next month. I had hoped it would be this month, but I got nowhere, thanks to Julia’s need to run everything around her. I wonder how long I’m going to think about and then blame Julia for everything that’s wrong with everything? I’m already tired of it.

Tonight is shot. I’m eating a giant chicken Caesar salad, smoking a giant fat and putting my feet up in front of the TV. Salad, you might wonder. Yeah, it was an extra at a lunch and learn at work today and I snatched that free shit up faster then lighting. Free is my favorite flavor lately. There’s good TV tonight, so I’m pre-celebrating my break up with Julia. Tomorrow, I’ll suck all the fun out of it and I’ll let Julia know we broke up last night. She’ll be thrilled. My ear is bleeding already, in anticipation.

It’s Thursday. Work. Rinse. Repeat.

Friday karabük escort is Friday. And by default Friday is the best day. Everyone at work quits actually trying to accomplish anything around two on most Fridays. The rest of the day is fucking around, while remaining professional looking to an unknowing casual observer. We’ve elevated it to a fine art.

We had a visitor come by today and he gave us a handful of gift cards to a hoity toity sounding café that opened by the grungy hardware store down the way. Sounds delicious. But they are free. So I must have them. I took a few extras. Twelve is extras, right? Few? Ah, Who cares?

This is a drive thru garden shed in the hardware parking lot, not a café. I already feel bad for the employees and I haven’t even seen one yet. I’m behind two cars in line. The menu actually has something that jumps out at me. Butter rum iced coffee latte. And it’s free with my gift card.

I order from a hippy looking guy with a name tag that says “Hi, I’m Sage.” Sage? Really? A hippy named Sage. Isn’t that a little too dead on? It’s almost Saturday Night Live character level irony. But he’s super nice and he’s really working that machine. You know, maybe he’s not a hippy. Scruffy hipster, is that a thing? Well Sage is that. Scruffy hipster, I have declared it.

I tip him a real dollar. I flinch a little, but he deserves it even if it pushes me over the edge into complete poverty. Most weeks be like dat. Teetering on the razors edge of ruin when everything balances on several precious dollar bills. One wrong move and I’m living in this car. Shit. That reminds me I didn’t look for a roommate the last two days. What’s that they say? Avoidance is bliss?

Hey, the cafe gift card gives me an idea and I whip around and get back in line for the parking lot coffee. I’m going to see if my new friend Sage will let me hang a flyer. I don’t have a flyer made, but if he says yes, then I’ll have a reason to make one. Smart.

“Hey you’re back! Is something wrong with the brew?” Sage asks me, looking genuinely concerned. I strangely heard an phantom “dude” at the end of his question. I don’t think he said it, but my brain heard it anyway, just from looking at him.

“No, it’s amazing!” I lift the straw back to me lips and suck to show my pleasure. I almost spit same said coffee out through my nose when I laugh at what I must look like. Sensually sucking the straw, giving Sage a sultry, side eye, come hither look from the front seat of my red convertible Cadillac. A few perfectly timed eyelash flutters and he’s hooked.

And now we’re back in the parking lot, my 2010 Hyundai Sonata’s engine rumbles and the whole car shudders. Before I can obsess about how expensive that sounded, I refocus on the task at hand and my real desire to not cause a delay in Sage’s Friday afternoon rush queue forming furiously behind me.

“Hey, is there any chance I could hang a flyer in your window? I’m looking for a roommate.” I smile at Sage because I’M the likable one, Julia! Sage’s eyes light up. Did he hear my question wrong? This face and my question aren’t congruent.

“Actually, can I have the flyer? I need someplace to live and I’d like to see if we could be compatible. What kind of beer do you drink?” Sage asks.

I did a real double take. It hurt my neck. My neck is brittle!! Sorry, that’s an inside joke between me and someone I haven’t spoken to in eleven years. Why do I remember all this stuff? And why did it end up in my internal monologue when I was taking about a comedic double take about beer preferences. That’s the joke. The punchline is the beer not the brittle neck. But hey, that early plot point about beer just paid off people, haha!

But really, it’s a sign. A sign from sweet baby Jebus that maybe I need a pet scruffy hipster in my place. I’ve avoiding getting a dog because of poop. But a confusing hippy will deal with his own poop. Maybe it’s time to adopt! Awwww, everyone will praise me for getting a rescue! I’m a good person.

“I don’t have a flyer with me. Because it doesn’t exist.”

“The apartment doesn’t exist?”

“Oh, no, it’s a house, not an apartment. It exists. The flyer doesn’t exist because I haven’t made it yet.” I’m relieved that’s all cleared up. I smile at him. I think I just heard a goose. There it goes again. Yep, definitely a goose, not a Volvo with an impatient Karen behind the wheel. It’s a happy little gosling on a happy little pond by a happy little tree.

“Here” Sage shoves a scrap of notebook paper to me with a phone number hand printed neatly on it. Oh man, I hope it the first clue in the scavenger hunt to find the unground RAVE! But if it’s his number, that’d be cool too, I guess. “Text me so I have your number and I’ll text you back when I close and we chat or something then. But I gotta deal with this line.” He points behind me.

“Yes. Great. Maybe we can go get coffee.” I’m an extra special kind of moron today. But he’s laughing! Oh, phew! For once I didn’t mean it as a joke, I was just being a stoner, but it hit it’s karabük escort bayan mark, so that’s what I meant to happen. “I’ll text you when I get home. Don’t text and drive.”

“Okay, bye.” Sage says, while still smiling. Finally he says “Go. Now.” And I am back to being the moron, just like that.

And I hit the gas and speed away. I jump a curb and fly into the middle of the main thoroughfare, screeching tires, the whole thing. I run the red light at the intersection and make a risky sharp left turn at 87 miles an hour. A school bus is up ahead and the stop sign on the side is just popping out. I’m not going to make it. It’s too late to stop at these high speeds and I’m not close enough to fly by before those precious little school children get to disembark. It’s going to be a slaughter house on this beautiful residential street. “This is all Julia’s fault!” I scream to the heavens as I make contact with the first two soft little bodies.

Traffic finally clears and I pull out of the hardware store parking lot, free gift card coffee and phone number in hand. I wish I could afford Panda Express. I’d celebrate getting one interested party in my spare bedroom with some under cooked, too largely cut veggies and some sticky sweet candy coated chicken conglomeration blobs. Ummmmm………blobs. Insert picture of Homer Simpson here.

I open two small cans of tuna and grab the Miracle Whip and I make tuna salad. It tastes like freedom. Freedom from Satan’s handmaiden and her deadly bummer ray weapon. It came with a fancy carrying case, but it’s hard to shoot your bummer ray everywhere if it’s enclosed in the protective case. But what’s it protecting? The weapon, or the world? One may never know. Because I official kicked Julia to the curb. With the other trash. Some old rotten parsnips and a rancid Italian sausage take out turned science project in the fridge are all she has now. To keep her company on the curb. Those poor parsnips.

After my five star gas station accessible meal is concluded and Jeeves has cleared it away, I text my prospective coffee box boy roommate applicant.

“Hey, this is Leo.

The guy with the room for rent.

We met at the café.

I was the one that asked you out for coffee.

Which was, of course, a very funny joke.

So, yeah.

Text me back.

Like you said you would.

Before, while I was at the coffee shed.

I say shed in the most loving way possible.

It’s called a café, but really?

Is it cold in there?

Where do you go to the bathroom?

Can you believe Julia expected me to want people to take me seriously?

You don’t know Julia.

Be thankful.

She’s a bitch!

Trust me.

You’ll probably meet her if you move in.

She has some of her things here.

So she’ll be back.

Sorry about that.

Do you have a girlfriend?

I don’t care either way?

Even if it’s a boyfriend.

I don’t care.

I’m cool.

I promise.”

Delete all. “This is Leo. Now you have my number.” Send.

At eight thirty-five, Sage is expected for an interview. A friend interview? Is that a thing? Oh man. I wasn’t sure if “scruffy hipster” was a thing earlier and now he’s coming for a “friend interview”. If neither “scruffy hipster” nor “friend interview” exist, do they cancel each other out and then somehow do exist? Or does it double down on the “not a thing” and create a black hole of things that aren’t really things?

I either need more weed or less weed. Man, if Sage was already my real friend, I’d ask him to bring food. Tuna salad isn’t cutting it any longer. But you can’t ask someone to bring food to a friend interview. It’s just not done. But maybe if I had asked and he had brought food, that would be a huge plus on the interview score card. Do I need to make a score card before he gets here?

Knock knock. Who’s there? It’s Sage!

Sage was actually closer to nine than eight thirty-five. And, as I’m a 29 year old man, I don’t give a flying fuck one way or another. Especially because he brought FOOD!! If I wasn’t straight and I wasn’t fragile from dating Beelzebub, herself. Okay, I’m already over what’s her name? But if I wasn’t straight, I’d marry this coffee scented near stranger for bringing me this food. It’s Taco Bell, y’all! Tacos are my love language. Sage is already a better girlfriend than Julia. Stupid bitch, I got a new man! But I’m still straight.

Sage and I like several of the same beers. We watch a lot of the same shows. He doesn’t do dog poop either. But he will clean up his own poop, as I predicted. He also gets to take home the day old bakery goods from the coffee lean-to, for free. You know how I feel about free. I think I love Sage. That could be the tacos talking.

He can afford to pay what I’m asking. He smells like coffee. He comes bearing tacos. He will be the bringer of slightly dry day old mini bundt cakes in the future. He’s perfect. He’s moving in next Saturday. One week from today. Which means today is Saturday. Just the wrong one. escort karabük I mean, there’s nothing wrong with this Saturday. It’s a perfectly lovely Saturday on its own merits, really. But the Saturday that is seven days from now, or is it technically six days between two consecutive Saturdays, or any two consecutive days of the week, like two consecutive Wednesdays, not a Monday and then a Tuesday, which are consecutive days, technically, but not the same as two days like two Saturdays or two Wednesdays, which are the same day, but a week apart.

Wednesday is my favorite word out of the seven days of the week, as words. It’s got a backwards letter combo, right in the middle of the long, lovely looking word. It’s a nice sounding word but it’s an excellently fun word to spell. It should be pronounced Wed-ness-day, if it was pronounced like it’s spelled. But it’s pronounced Whens-day. Which is similar to how it looks as a word, but the n and the d are in the wrong order. Which is quirky and I enjoy that kind of thing.

So what I’m saying is that, on paper, figurative paper, not literal paper, Sage is a perfect new roommate. But because I refuse to do things the way Julia did, I didn’t make him write on any papers at all! For the interview portion of this pageant anyway. Don’t tell Julia, but I did make him sigh a renters agreement. I mean, I’m not an idiot!

Knock knock. Who’s there? It shouldn’t be Sage, today is the wrong Saturday. It’s her. I don’t like this knock knock joke anymore.

“Are you here for your stuff?” I ask, trying to sound hostile.

“I see you’re still the King of Stupid Questions. Move, so I can come inside and get my stuff and then you’ll never have to see me again.” She shoves past me with a giant pink suitcase on wheels.

I lean and watch her from the bedroom door. I don’t trust her to not plant anthrax in my bed, or steal all my socks, just to inconvenience me. It’s crazy how hot she looks packing to leave. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve her seen her do. “Hey Jules, you want this dick once more before you fuck off and die?”

She does. She takes off her jeans and panties. She never lets me play with her boobs. I named them and all of a sudden I couldn’t play with them anymore. And they get punished, too. They’re trapped in a tight, boney bra, under one or two t-shirts or tank tops. And they can’t come out to flop around while I pounded her pussy. It’s not fair to any of the three us. Me, Mister Saggy and Madam Surprisingly Plump were all treated unfairly for so long.

But I can’t fight their fight today. I have a performance to conquer. This curtain call, in this particular pussy will have to leave them wanting more, never being truly satisfied again and depressed to the point of being committed to a Victorian asylum for ennui, all because she can’t get this cock ever again. I’m going to make her regret treating me like shit.

I had her kneel on the couch and hold onto the back. And stare at the vintage paneling while you’re at it bitch! And then I fucked her more thoroughly than I had in the last year. It’s amazing how you can enjoy yourself when you get to roughly use someone that you hate, and she knows it, and you’ll never have to do it again, so it’s the big bang to go out on, in a blaze of glory. A fuck ’em and kick ’em out kind of Saturday. I’m winning. Just in general. At least in this situation. With Julia.

She loved it. She came on me, which she hadn’t done in forever. Like seriously, never happened before. She sprawled on the couch afterwards and looked at me with big wide eyes. “You never fucked me like that before. We’re you holding out on me?”

“Yeah, pretty much” I said honestly. “You always had so many rules. Don’t do this! Only do this, if you do this first! Don’t do that! That either! Don’t touch that! So I gave you what you wanted, a vanilla session of light exercise. Today, I didn’t care about your rules because I don’t care about you. I used your hole like it was actually meant to be used and you loved it. Go figure.”

“Leo, you know there’s no one else. I didn’t leave you for another man. We could work this out. We could just hook up, if nothing else. What do you think?”

“You’re right, you didn’t leave me for another man. I dumped you.” And then I laughed right in her face. And then I laughed at the back of her head when I followed her as she dragged her pink suit case back to the front door. Then I stood on my front stoop and pointed and laughed, in full Nelson Muntz mode, as she could barely lift her giant bag into her trunk. And before she could back out of the driveway, I walked back into my cool house and gently closed the door on her forever.

“Dude, thanks again for letting me move in. It worked out perfectly that you didn’t have to move your stuff out of my room, since I didn’t own a bed.” Sage smells like clean clothes today, instead of coffee. It’s still rather pleasing.

I really did worry about jamming all my spare room furniture into other places to make room for Sage’s furniture. Fun fact: hippies don’t come with lot of big stuff, just lots of rasta backpacks, hacky sacks and incense burners. Okay, so it was just one hacky sack. But he definitely didn’t bring a bed. Or a dresser. Or a TV. Seriously, he moved in over the course of an hour. He owns some clothes and some books. My furniture all stayed right where it was and that’s fine with me.

The wind ran like there was no tomorrow. It seems to be afraid of something. Tonight was a dark night. It was even darker then the devil himself. Did the wind really think it could run away from the dark? Half of the wind stop, but the other half continues.

“I can’t go on anymore. You must run, Clay. Go on without me please,” Gavin stopped to catch his breath.

Behind them, they could hear the rough thunder scream and they could also see a dim light mile away.

“No, I’ll never leave you,” Clay cupped Gavin’s right cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. “Never am I going to leave you. Here, get on my back,” Gavin think for a minute before he got on Clay’s back. “Ready?” Gavin tighten his grip around Clay’s neck.

“Ready,” Gavin whispered in Clay’s ear.

“Hold on tight,” Clay ran like the wind into the dark forest with Gavin on his back.

The wind blew against their face. Their heart beat with fear and hope. Both men were soaked in their own sweat. Both of them couldn’t run anymore. They had been running for two days now, from the roaring thunder. They had been running away from the dark sky that is more evil then the devil himself.

Out of nowhere, the thunder roared just a few feet from them. The dim light from the torch can be seen vividly.

“They’re running that way! Go get them you fools!” the leader yelled. “Get your bows and arrows ready!”

The other men lit up their arrows and shoot it at Clay and Gavin.

“Hold on tight,” Clay talked between breaths. Gavin held tighter, almost choking him. The arrows started coming closer, Clay dodges the arrows. It was impossible, but with super speed, they did it.

“Hurry you dumb shits, their getting away!” The men started loading their weapons as fast as possible. “Go” yelled their leader.

The men ran towards them. Until they are a few feet away from them, the leader raised his hand as eskişehir escort bayan some kind of cue. The men got on their knees and started to lit fire on the tip of their arrow.

“Load!” The men put their arrows on their bow and pull the string back. They aimed it at a degree at the sky. “FIRE,” Screamed the leader. The men let go of their strings and unleashed hell.

The arrows missed them due to the distance between them.

“Give me that you little girl!” The leader took the bow from the man closest to him. “Light up an arrow for me,” The man that got his bow taken away quickly lit up an arrow and handed it to his leader. He grabbed it and pulls the string back and let go. His heart beat can be heard as the arrow flew into the air. His only hope now is to hit a living creature, not a thing. His arrow flew and hit Clay in the leg. “Got that blood sucking devil!” He yelled. They now ran after them.

“Run Gavin!” Clay winced, sitting on the ground.

“No, never am I going to leave you,” Gavin cried.

“They’ll kill you for sure! Run now!” Clay pushed Gavin away, but Gavin held on to Clay’s shirt.

“No I can’t do that! I can never let them hurt you. I love you Clay and always will,” His words had touched both of them. Tears filled both of their eyes. Gavin grabbed the arrow from Clay’s leg and as painful as it sounds, he pushed the arrow all the way in until the other end popped out. As it did, he grabbed it and pulled it out. Clay screamed in pain the whole time while Gavin tried to calm him with sweet words.

Gavin pulled out his pocket knife and cut his arm. “Here, drink this,” Clay looked at it for a few seconds. “It’s okay,” Clay looked at Gavin in the eye and then put his lips on Gavin’s arm. Clay moaned at the taste of his lover’s blood.

The pain disappeared and he started to heal at an unexpected speed.

Clay eskişehir escort pulled his mouth away.

“Come on, we have to keep going,” Clay nodded and both started running again. Hell lit up the sky again. The burning arrows came crashing down to the ground.

They had wasted a lot of time back there. The darkness was getting closer. The only thing that had kept them from running is love. They can’t be parted. They are stuck like glue and sick like love birds.

Clay and Gavin continued on running but they didn’t know what was up ahead for them. The darkness knows the dark better than anyone else. The leader smiled wickedly, “They can’t run from us now. Hurry men,” Everyone cheered.

Clay stopped and pulled Gavin on the arm to keep him from running any further.

“What’s wrong Clay?” Gavin asked.

“It’s a dead end,” Clay answered breathlessly.

“What do you mean it’s a dead end?” Gavin looked at Clay.

“Within a few inches is a cliff.”

“What?”

“Shhh,”

Suddenly they both saw the light of hell surrounding them. They can’t turn back. They can’t go forward.

“That was a long chase wasn’t it?” The leader smirked.

“Why won’t you just leave us alone?” Gavin screamed

“As you see it’s my job to kill him,” the leader pointed at Clay. “But since you have been with him the whole time, it’s my job to also kill you too. I can’t risk having another group of blood sucking devils running around can I?” The men behind him roared in pleasure to kill.

Gavin grabbed Clay by the waist and slow moved toward the cliff. Once Gavin feel the cliff at the heel of his feet, he stopped. Gavin looked at the leader’s eyes as if he was his pray.

“Promise me something,” Gavin asked.

“Gavin, no,” Clay held Gavin against his chest.

“What could that be?” The leader escort eskişehir looked interested.

“Let Clay go,”

“No, no, no, babe, no,” Clay plead.

The group of men laughed, including the leader.

“What kind of promise is that?” One of the men yelled.

“Sorry, but no can do,” the leader laughed evilly, “Kill them.”

As men charged, they pulled out their knifes and swords.

Gavin quickly jumped out of Clay’s arms. “I love you,” Gavin quickly whispered. Clay tried to pull Gavin back into his arms, but missed him. Gavin pushed Clay off the Cliff.

“Gavin!” Clay screamed. Tears flooded his eyes. Fear started to creep up in him. He had never feared of anything before. His only fear was living without Gavin. He felt something wet drip on his cheek. It was a rain drop from his lover’s eyes. He could see his lover smiling. His lips smiling with delight, but his eyes showed something opposite.

Gavin was pulled back. Gavin was out of sight. Suddenly the air smelled like blood, his lover’s blood.

Clay felt sick. His chest and heart tightens. It was a painful thing to feel. It felt like his insides was rotting. It felt like his other half was gone forever. He hated himself. He hated himself because he couldn’t protect the one he love.

“N, NOOOOOOOO!” Clay screamed and SPLASH!

Gavin knew it all along. Turns out the dark aren’t fully aware of its surrounding. Down the cliff is water. Water from the lake they first met.

…Half of the wind stop, but the other half continues…

Everything went blank. Everything became quite. Out of nowhere a song started playing.

‘Ba-ba-ba-ba banana. Ba-ba-ba-ba banana! Bababaaa-aaa, potetoaaa bananaaa-aaa’

Keegan lay in his bed. He was covered in sweat. It’s been a while since he had this dream. His phone was ringing. He started to smile because his ring tone was from those funny yellow minions from Despicable me 2. He should really change it.

He picked up his phone and answered it.

“Hello?”

“I got a job for you to do,” the deep mysterious voice behind the phone said. Keegan’s heart started beating faster. He felt a sweat drop from his eye brow.

“Alright, I’ll be on my way,”

Lolling in bed, legs splayed, Aden thumbed numbly through the same faces and headless torsos populating the grid. The occasional vibration alerted him to a “hey”, some from new profiles, one or two from past hookups eager to go for a second round. None of them registered in his attention.

Shifting himself up on his elbows, Aden rubbed his eyes and shifting his weight from one ample butt cheek to another. He had a half insistent erection that sensed it probably wasn’t going to be satisfied tonight, but made its presence known by pressing tightly against his underwear.

Nothing new, nothing challenging. Nothing attached to a man that was going to give him the stretch that the silicon in his drawer could accomplish.

Aden played with filters a bit, checking out men that were a bit further afield. Anyone self-described as a rugged, muscular top in a ten mile radius found their way under his thumb. A few advertised cocks of various lengths, 7, 8 and 9 inches. Most were lying by at least an inch, usually two or three. He had fallen for the warped photos before, or the guys whose 6 inches looked like hammers on their short bodies. And he had lain there, unsatisfied, as they ploughed him, thinking he didn’t notice that it wasn’t exactly matching up to the fantasy they had sold.

Seeing no one new, or interesting, Aden turned off the filters and scanned the areas outside his small city. Some new faces popped up, that were either too far to usually come to his attention, or hadn’t added enough to their profiles for his filters to find them. He favourited a few interesting leads, and began to feel renewed pressure at his underwear, accompanied by the tell tale wetness of precum and a slight inflation of pressure in his prostate.

“Slut,” he mumbled to himself, judging himself for reacting to men that were probably over an hour’s drive away. As if he even had the confidence for a hook-up tonight anyway. He wasn’t necessarily very experienced… and the guys he felt comfortable hooking up with weren’t the type of guys he was attracted to.

Aden flicked the app up and off his screen, resigning himself to the contents of his bottom drawer. From that drawer he drew a thick, black dildo and permanently slippery bottle of lube. He squirted out a generous pool of viscous lube into his palm, ran one finger through it, and then through the valley of his ass, pressing it into the first inch of his anus. He slicked his other hand up and down the full length of the dildo, focusing on the almost apple-sized head.

The dildo itself was thickly, impossibly veined – in a way only silicone can be. Aden went back to the lube bottle for another squirt. This time, he focused on raised furrows of the dildo’s veins, more for the ritual than necessity. He felt his prostate swell and press against the bed as he did, anticipating the ribbed pounding that was to come.

With his monstrous, silicon friend truly slick, Aden spread the last of the lube on his own cock, now straining upward and angrily red from lack of attention. A trail of precum dribbled from its tip, which he mixed in with the lube.

Aden’s cock looked impressive on his petite body, and particularly in his petite hands. It wasn’t a monster, but it was thicker than people tended to expect, and looked thicker again on his small frame. Once or twice he had showed up to a hook-up to find that the top had exaggerated their size, and took small pleasure in finding a moment to press his own up against theirs, to make sure they saw that they had lost to the girly sub. If he was going to be unsatisfied with average cock, he could at least draw pleasure from their sweaty, desperate-to-please exertion, and how the slap of his fat cock on their chests both emasculated and aroused them.

His hands still slippery with lube, Aden reached for a nearby towel, and dried them off enough to re-open his phone and tab to a porn site. Positioning himself on all fours, he scrolled through various offerings, and teased his ass with the dildo: first enjoying the blunt pressure of its impossibly fat heat, and then, as the first video loaded, emptied himself of breath, relaxed his anus, and swallowed its first fat inch.

His eyes fluttered painful pleasure but, disappointedly, the pain took over, and he found his asshole rejecting its new tenant.

“What the fuck,” he muttered. “Must be losing my mojo.”

He tried again, changing videos until he found an old favourite.

An actor, almost as broad as the door he was standing in, enters his stepson’s room, whips the duvet off the bed. He’s yelling at him in Italian, probably about being lazy or something. He’s gesturing to his suit, his expensive watch. All the stuff he worked hard for. Or something, they’re all the same. Whatever he’s saying to his ‘stepson’ isn’t impressing the younger man. There’s backchat, then soap-opera anger as the father whips his belt off. The stepson isn’t only unimpressed, he’s biting his lips, and turning his sweet, full ass towards his stepfather. Confusion, on the stepfather’s part, who begins loudly kayseri escort slapping the belt off the thick palm of his hand. The stepson, again, coquettish, running delicate hands down his slender legs and then daring, whips down the unbelted pants, revealing the thickest thighs in porn, and tight white underwear from which coils of thick, black pubes spill.

The underwear is barely attached to the man. His package is so heavy, and the underwear so threadbare and tight, that it sags forward, the elastic strained, half revealing a monstrous, fleshy bulge.

Aden let the familiar scene play out, still teasing his asshole with the black cockhead, occasionally pressing the first inch in and, with a little gasp, letting his anal ring push it back out again.

On his screen, the stepfather is still holding the leather belt, a thumb slightly caressing the leather. The camera zooms in, and gifts the viewer a brief shot of his forearm hair, as thick and black as his pubes, emerging from his shirt sleeve. In the foreground, slightly blurred, looms his package, swaying backwards and forwards as he continues to chastise his stepson.

Aden usually switches from video to video, needing more and more stimulus to keep him going. This film, though, he always watches start to finish. This shot, in particular, was like a Freudian key to his sexuality. The expensive suit, the darkness of the hair, the muscular forearm pressing against the fabric, and too-small underwear spilling dark leg and pubic hair, and straining from the weight of a still unseen cock.

And then it cuts to him, on the bed. Or, at least an actor that could pass as his brother. The same pouty lips, slim arms and hands, and full, huge, peachy ass, that looked almost ridiculous on his little, feminine frame.

Aden felt his prostate flare with the desire, and he pressed the dildo back inside himself. First one inch, then another and then, gradually, he found himself halfway through it. The thick veins teased his lust-swollen prostate, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

On his screen, the scene was progressing with exaggerated, teasing slowness. The stepfather, his suit pants pooled around his ankles, was still, somehow, irate. The stepson alternated between expressions of rebellion and seduction. The stepfather’s bulge, on which the camera was transfixed, stirred and grew, heaving further from the black tangle of pubes as he grew to erection. The crux moment arrives, where the stepfather, halfway through a speech in rapid Italian, gasps and stops as the stepson’s slim, manicured hand reaches out and grabs the growing erection, causing it to swell almost immediately to full mast.

Aden, still on all fours, pressed the dildo further into himself, his ass taking it greedily as he approached climax. The slowness of the scene lent itself to long, slow strokes, and the exaggerated veins of the silicon cock rippled exquisitely against his prostate. He looked over his shoulder to his bedroom mirror which, purposefully placed, showed his own pornstar-arched back, his massive, heaving ass and, with each stroke, the sweet, pink lips of his asshole flaring around the thick dildo.

A rushing feeling in his balls warned him that he was close to cumming. And not even at the first blow job scene.

Not wanting to end his night so soon, he reached his free hand forward and paused the scene. Leaving the dildo half inside him, carefully not to jostle it too much in case he came, he eased himself back to a more comfortable position and clicked the grid back open. He didn’t know why he always went back to it when close to cumming. It was like his body didn’t know that he couldn’t just summon one, or more, of the men into his room.

He flicked through some of his recent favourites from outside the city. His standard type, burly men, showing off hairy, muscular chests, thick thighs, and often impressive beards. Or daddy types, silver flecked hair, expensive clothes. And the occasional college jock, for old times sake, tall, lithe, with a musculature just starting to catch up to their height.

He returned to a mysterious profile that had always intrigued him, sitting in his favourites since he downloaded the app. All it showed was a shirt cuff and a glass of whiskey. The bio simply read “I know what I deserve, and I know how to get it.” Not necessarily unusual on an app where half of the people pretend to be doms. The picture too wasn’t quite unusual. It was the details. A swelling of the just-visible shirt, that suggested heavy pecs. The hair emerging from the shirt sleeve. The impossible largeness of the hand wrapped around the whiskey glass.

Aden usually didn’t message low effort accounts, but, his ass full of silicon, and half mad with lust, he found himself tapping out a quick message.

“Hey,” he said. “I know what I want too, and it’s not the 12″ dildo that’s half way up my ass.”

The response was almost immediate.

“Does it go all the way?”

Aden watched himself stiffen back to full erection.

“Of kayseri escort bayan course, I’m a pro.”

“Interesting.”

What can I do with interesting, Aden thought. His need was too immediate and he found himself tabbing back to the film.

He dropped back in as the stepson’s hand was wrapped around the still underwear-wrapped cock. Aden began pumping the dildo in and out again in anticipation of the big reveal. A few more words are exchanged, the stepson draws his head close to his stepfather’s crotch, sniffs deeply, and then, with a flourish, whips down the underwear. He is rewarded by a foot long cock, suddenly unleashed, whipping back with equal force, slapping him forcefully in his face.

The camp over-acting falters for a moment, replaced by a heady mix of genuine shock and feral lust. The cock, still the sole focus of the scene, bobs in front of his face, brushing his pouty lips. It is obscenely big, almost as thick as it is long, and adorned with a glistening bead of precum. A tongue reaches out to take it, gingerly, and Aden, so engrossed in the scene, can taste the sweet saltiness in his own mouth.

The dildo, satisfying as much as it could, was still not a match for a man. Aden found himself switching back to the app, and the frustrating reply. He considered the alternating character of the stepson, which wasn’t too far off how he wanted to be treated in bed. He decided to go with pouty cunt.

“It is interesting that I can fit twelve thick inches of silicon inside me, yeah. Interesting, but not challenging.”

He paused a second, then added, “could you provide a challenge?”

Half a minute passed before the reply came through.

“Come and find out.”

Heat pulsed from Aden’s prostate in quick, delicate flashes, sending shivers of lust up his spine. The offer of a human cock caused an immediate deflation of interest in the silicon substitute, and he felt his dildo begin to slide softly out of his protesting asshole.

He gathered his thoughts before composing his response, and scolded himself for working up an interest in an almost blank profile.

“Hmm,” he typed, “I’ve heard that before from blank profiles and when I came to find out, I didn’t end up coming at all. Do you have something to back that up? Also, where even are you?”

A minute passed. Aden resisted the temptations to tab back to the porn. His cock began to droop in anticipation of disappointment. Then a vibration.

“I’ll give you 5 seconds of live. You can make your mind up from that. I’m busy.”

Aden hated that he was turned on by his abruptness, but nevertheless felt his cock stiffening again. A live video was the hardest to fake though. No angles or editing to add internet inches.

“Okay busy,” he replied, “show me a sword and I’ll show you a sheathe.”

“Clever,” the reply came, followed by an Accept Video Call? Pop-up. Aden hesitated, adjusted his hair, and found good lighting. Then he tapped accept.

He was immediately greeted by the sight of a fully suited man standing in front of a mirror, his face just out the shot. All he noticed of the background was wood and leather, and the sense of expense. He was transfixed by the figure in the suit who, once Aden accepted the call, had begun to walk closer to the mirror. When he completely dominated the screen, he placed one hand over his crotch and, begun to rub the fabric. Each stroke caused the fabric to gather around a long, thick bulge, as if he had shoved a flashlight down his pants. After a few moments, the fingers reached for the zip and opened it one fluid motion, causing a white, underwear-covered bulge to half flop forward. The stroking hand returned to the bulge, pulling the fabric tight against an impossibly long, thick cock, just about visible through the material. It looked completely soft.

Then, without warning, the video cut off.

Aden’s pulses of lust grew to an inferno. He broke into sweat, and his cheeks burned red. His own dick was painfully hard. As he put his hand to it, it released the first sticky pearl of pre-cum. His phone vibrated.

“Show me a sheathe, then.”

Aden was almost ashamed by how quick he complied. He didn’t even reapply lube to the dildo. In a flash, he had propped the camera against a pillow, and set himself up at an angle he hadn’t used since his camming days. He sent through the call request and, when it accepted, he had already taken the first inch of the dildo. The next followed, easily, and the next, and the next. The screen, only half visible to Aden, just showed a pair of thick lips surround by a dark beard. Two more inches joined the rest of the dildo, causing Aden to almost cum and lose focus.

Fuck, he thought, I got myself way too close watching porno.

Another inch, and another. Aden didn’t have to fake his pornstar moans.

Just as he had steeled himself to take the next few inches, he noticed the screen had returned to the chat pane. Still penetrated, he manoeuvred himself toward his phone. A new message.

“I escort kayseri think that’s enough.” A geolocation followed.

Aden hurriedly clicked into it. His map immediately moved away from his current location, leaving the city in a blink. The red marker was surrounded by trees and by what looked to be a small lake. He zoomed out and had no recognition of the area, but saw it was at least a 40 minute drive away.

He eased the dildo out of his ass, shuddering as its ribbed girth stimulated his prostate.

“That’s.. quite a bit away. And I don’t drive.”

Aden’s dick was bobbing in horny frustration, refusing to believe that the night was over so soon.

“Send your location and I’ll send my driver.”

That was new. How wealthy was this guy?

“Are you sure?” he responded. “Do I need to bring anything?”

“You’ll be looked after. Just bring yourself. Send the location.”

Aden sent it, confused about the direction things were going, but blinded by lust. He invoked the memory of the bulge, of the long stroke down that revealed its length, of how it was so obviously still soft. What fucking size could it be?

“Okay, I have a driver near you. He’ll be there in 10. He’s bringing a member of staff back to the villa too. He’ll keep you entertained for the trip.”

Ten minutes? Fuck, Aden thought, he wouldn’t even have time to shower. His ass was still full of lube, and his room strewn with sex toys.

He hurried around the room, throwing a towel over the dildo. He fingered through his underwear drawer, finding lacy lingerie an ex lover had once bought him. It had come with an obscene price tag, and made his ass look fantastic so he pulled them on. He wasn’t sure what to go with after that. He didn’t have fancy clothes, and he didn’t want to show up looking as poor as he was. And nothing went together.

He heard tires come to a stop outside and, in a stroke of inspiration, shrugged into a black, woolly overcoat.

He inspected himself in the mirror. Black coat over black lingerie, he thought. The hooker I was born to be.

Patent leather combat boots were added, then lust and curiosity carried him outside to a massive, black, stretched SUV, humming ominously in front of his building. The same two forces carried him into the strange car, where he found himself sitting on supple, leather seats, opposite a young, muscular man who, from his dress and build, must have been a bodyguard.

For a moment, neither said anything. Aden had been in such a rush to get ready that he had completely forgotten what the last message had said. Entertainment?

He had only been in the car for about a minute, but in that time, the bodyguard hadn’t taken his eyes off him. Deciding that bratty had gotten him this far, Aden opened conversation with a simple “What?”

He received an arched eyebrow in response, and nothing more.

Maybe bratty wasn’t the solution.

“I’m Aden, by the way, and this is a very strange situation.”

“Kane.” He paused, then added, “so this isn’t normal for you then?”

“Definitely not,” he replied, happy to puncture the weirdness. “30 minutes ago I had never even talked to..” Aden realised he didn’t know his name. “Fuck,” he said, “I don’t even know this guy’s name. What have I gotten myself into?”

Kane laughed. “To me, he’s just Sir. We’ll see what he becomes to you.”

A moment passed before the big man added, “You’re not 100% what I expected from the lingerie and coat look. I was expected whore level confidence.”

“Hmm, is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

“Prissy can pique interest, but it won’t get you through the night.”

“Interesting. So… what’s your role in this? You seem to be familiar with… with Sir’s preferences. Different guy every night?”

“Not quite,” Kane responded, studying him a bit more closely with eyes so deeply brown they looked black. “He can be…. quite intense. He likes people that can match that intensity, and he’s good at finding them too. But he only brings the very occasional guest out to the villa.”

“Intense,” Aden repeated. “Right. I still had a twelve inch dildo up my ass when I agreed to this, so I guess I can do intense.” As the words came out, he realised he didn’t know what, if anything, he had agreed to.

A smile teased the furthest corners of Kane’s lips, a smile that would have been invisible if not for the ceiling spotlight just above the bodyguard, and the fact that Aden had been intermittently studying his lips’ sensuous heaviness.

“You have beautiful lips,” he said.

Kane laughed. “I was still processing the 12 inch dildo comment. You don’t stick to a topic, do you?”

Aden shrugged.

Kane looked thoughtful for a moment, pursing his lips. “I think my lips are probably my second best feature. Or maybe 3rd, or 4th, depending on how you count them.” He dropped his hand to the crotch of his black suit pants.

Between half-hearted edging and his almost climax, Aden had been on the orgasm rollercoaster for over an hour before jumping into the car, almost cumming several times, but never quite allowing himself to take that plunge. In the instant of Kane’s comment, though, he found himself straight back at the peak of the coaster. His dick stiffened to a near-painful hardness, and his prostate, probably bruised from the attention of his dildo, pulsed in lust.

Bill was finally going to get his wish. He was nervous. And excited. For many years he had hoped to have his wife, Jenny, watch him suck another man’s cock. But it took him twenty years of marriage before he ever told her about sucking cock before they married. And it wasn’t that they had a poor sex life. In fact they had a very active sex life in which they had been very adventurous with roleplay and different positions. They had studied Tantra and used lingam and yoni massage as an exciting way to enhance things. But they hadn’t ever gone outside the marriage.

It was during one of their roleplays Bill brought up his fantasy of sucking cock again. He told Jenny about his cock sucking when he was 18. It had been a one-time thing of him being stoned and talking with an older man while waiting for a bus.

The man was in his thirties and had directed the conversation to sex. Bill admitted to him things weren’t so good for him at the time. His honor’s classes at university were getting in the way. In fact, him being stoned that night was a fluke. He seldom smoked pot but had relented at the request of his best friend to drop by a party that Saturday.

Bill finally left his books and dropped in and spent the next two hours taking hits of the joints being passed around and talking with friends. The party turned out to be mostly guys with about ten women with boyfriends.

Bill realized he had gotten very stoned and probably shouldn’t drive. So he asked his friend if it was alright to leave his old Ford in the driveway leading up to the house because he didn’t feel safe driving. Once that was settled, he walked a block to the nearest bus stop. And found the older guy standing inside the bus shelter.

The guy greeted Bill and commented on how slow the bus service was during the late night hours. Bill agreed. After the older man asked where he was coming from, Bill told him he’d just left a party and was a bit “tipsy”. The man laughed saying he wished he was the same but was just getting off an evening shift.

He was a good-looking guy with brown hair, blue eyes and about six foot. He was slender and by all appearances seemed in really good shape. Bill asked him about his job. He was a front desk guy at one of the nearby luxury hotels. Said he worked the evening shift. It had been a busy night.

They chatted for a long time while waiting for the bus. The man appropriately asked Bill if he had a wife or girlfriend that was going to be pissed about his late-night outing. Bill told him there was no one waiting except for his older cat and his books. It was at that point the guy told Bill he was a nice-looking man and surprised some chick wasn’t in his life.

Bill said his studies just weren’t allowing a relationship and he was beginning to feel like a monk. Then asked the other man about his relationship status. The man, Randall, told Bill he was gay and had just broken up with a boyfriend. Bill thought nothing of Randall being gay. He’d known a good number of gay men in his lifetime. He had an uncle and a cousin who were gay.

As they continued to talk, Randall asked Bill if he’d ever been with a man. Bill nervously laughed. He told him he’d never thought of being with a man. Guess, that meant he was straight Bill told him. Randall apologized if Bill was offended but Bill wasn’t offended and told him to not worry.

A little later Randall asked Bill if he was done partying for the night. Bill told him it was late and he probably needed to get back to his apartment. Randall told him he always smoked a joint after a tough shift and he was welcome to join if he wanted. Bill knew Randall had a hidden agenda with his invitation. He assumed Randall had a sexual motive since he’d asked him if he’d ever been with a man.

Strangely, Bill seemed excited about Randall’s attempt to have him go home with him. He worried he had some latent gay feelings he hadn’t paid attention to during his life. But he was even more intrigued by the thought of Randall and him having a sexual encounter. And it was strange because he’d really never considered sex with a man.

Maybe it was the lowered inhibition caused by the pot or maybe it was the sexual excitement of an 18 year old guy but Bill decided to accept the invite. He told Randall he’d drop by if he was sure he wanted company so late. Randall seemed delighted and assured Bill it took him hours to wind down. So having company would be nice. The bus arrived very soon after the decision was made by Bill.

The ride seemed to take forever to Bill but he realized it was only a ten minute ride. He and Randall kept up a steady dialogue of things sexual and non-sexual. The bus was empty except for them. They had taken seats near the back door.

Randall told him about his job and Bill talked about school. When they arrived at Randall’s apartment building, Bill was surprised by the upscale building. It was a twenty story tower with balconies and large windows. Far more than the small apartment building he ığdır escort bayan lived in.

Randall had Bill follow him up to the entrance. He punched in a security code and they walked to the elevators. The doors opened and Randall punched the 15 on the floor buttons. It was a quick ride up to the 15th. They walked down a long corridor to 1532, where Randall used his key to open the door.

The apartment was really more a condo. It had a big open area that included a large kitchen with a very nice island. The dining area was large with an oak table that seated at least eight. The living room area was in the same large space away from the kitchen area and faced a large balcony sliding door. The room had a plush leather couch and love seat. The leather was a charcoal color. There was also a matching recliner perpendicular to the couch.

Randall was insistent Bill take a tour of his living quarters. Bill wasn’t really into house tours but politely agreed to follow Randall for the short tour.

There was a wall running near the balcony toward the living room. Another wall ran perpendicular to that wall creating an opening to a short corridor. It led to a bathroom and then two large bedrooms. The larger bedroom at the end had it’s own bath. The entire suite was carpeted with a plush, soft carpet except the baths and the stove and sink area. The bedroom bath had a very large shower area with benches facing two shower heads.

After the tour Randall invited Bill to have a seat on the love seat. He said he would go get his weed and be right back. Bill sat there, still buzzed from smoking at his friend’s party. He again wondered what Randall really had in mind. Intuitively he knew this invitation wasn’t just about smoking dope.

It didn’t take long for Bill to find out. Randall came back from the bedroom area without clothes. He asked Bill if he’d mind because he was a nudist at home. Bill was about to leave without saying a word but he was mesmerized by the huge cock Randall had swinging between his legs. It had to be at least eight inches and still not hard.

Randall smiled and asked Bill if he liked his cock. Bill meekly nodded he did. Randall asked Bill to strip for him so they could both be nude. Bill didn’t hesitate in taking his clothes off and stood before Randall with his hard seven inch cock standing up in great excitement.

Randall told Bill he must like the thought of being with a man if his cock was any indication. Bill told him he’d never thought of doing something but right now it seemed pretty exciting. Randall told Bill he’d be gentle and teach him to suck cock first. Bill nodded his agreement. Randall told him to get on his knees so he could be a good cocksucker for his big cock. Bill dropped to his knees and watched as Randall approached him with his big cock now slightly stirring.

Once Randall reached Bill he told him to suck his balls one at a time. Bill moved his head under the big cock and took one of Randall’s big testicles inside his mouth. It was surprisingly soft and felt nice to have on his tongue. He used his tongue to swirl around the circumference and sucked gently. Randall’s cock bounced on Bill’s forehead. Randall was sighing in pleasure and instructing Bill in how to make love to his balls. He told Bill to switch to the other ball. Bill did as told. He took the other large testicle inside his mouth. He used his tongue to swirl around the nut sac. He could taste the saltiness of the ball’s sweat. He was increasingly enjoying his submission to Randall. His cock was rigid and standing straight out from his body.

Finally Randall presented his cock to Bill’s lips. It had grown to at least 9 inches. It was thick. Bill wondered if he could open his mouth wide enough. Randall looked at Bill as he rubbed the head back and forth across his lips and nodded. Bill opened his mouth and Randall pushed his cock slowly but firmly down Bill’s mouth and into the entrance of his throat. Bill was choking and gasping for breath. Randall laughed and told Bill he would learn how to take his big cock without all the dramatics. He pulled back until just the large mushroom head was barely inside Bill’s lips.

Randall explained to Bill what he expected from a cocksucker. How he needed to develop an ability to control his gag reflex and accept the entire cock in his mouth and throat. He told him how he would be face-fucking him before the night was over. How he would shoot his big load of cum into his mouth, on his tongue and on his face.

Bill was now Randall’s bitch and he would learn what cock worship included. Deep throat, face-fucking, rimming, tea-bagging, facials, swallowing, edging…making Randall believe he loved cock by his ability to learn and do.

Bill was taken aback by how completely dominated he had become in such a very short time. And it excited him beyond anything he’d ever experienced. He was ecstatic at the very entrance of a cock in his mouth. Even though his mouth ığdır escort bayan was fully stretched when Randall pushed it in. The firm head and shaft felt so silky and soft in his mouth. And, yet they were absolutely hard.

The dripping pre-cum was sweet tasting. The feeling of fullness in his mouth seemed to increase his sexual appetite. Even choking and gagging led him to feel a great sense of joy in releasing himself to the submission to the older man. He had quickly discovered how easily it would be for him to become a submissive cocksucker as well as a pussy hound.

Randall continued with his pumping of the large cock back into Bill’s mouth and throat and returning the glans to barely inside his lips. Bill continued to choke and gag while fighting for air. But over time the choking decreased and Bill seemed to relax into the sensual feeling of a cock being pumped forcefully into his oral cavity. He began to taste the cock with it’s seeping pre-cum and the silken skin. The shaft of the cut cock tasted more musky while the smooth bulbous head was sweetened by the seeping pre-cum.

Bill soon learned he must keep his eyes open and look up at Randall as he sucked him off. He learned when Randall slapped his face on both cheeks and demanded this behavior. Bill very much wanted to please Randall and immediately did as he was ordered. Looking up adoringly at the dominant male whose cock was stuffed in his throat made a delightful chill run through body. His mind had accepted this role of submissive cocksucker and he wanted to show he could worship cock as required.

Randall smiled down at his cocksucker. He was pleased at how easy he had turned this straight fucker into a submissive cock slave. He relished breaking guys this young down. They so very much thought they could never suck a cock or be submissive to another man. But all their hetero masculine bullshit caved in when offered a chance of a new exciting sexual opportunity. All he had to do was groom them a little with subtle questions about their sex lives, get them interested he was gay and then ask them to come have a beer or smoke a joint.

Randall knew he had to carefully judge which guys would crumble when presented a big cock to play with and which guys could respond in an ugly way. He’d never been wrong in his assessments. He had a keen sense of when a otherwise masculine guy could turn into a bitch craving more and more cock. Bill had become one more of Randall’s success stories. And damned if he wasn’t really mastering the art of sucking.

Bill at last reached a point he could take thrust after thrust of the huge cock in his mouth without choking. He managed to control his breathing through his nose. He was now savoring each thrust and even pushing forward to help push the cock deep into his throat. He had his lips locked around the big shaft and used his tongue feverishly to circle it and the engorged glans. He was drooling from the constant banging of the cock into and back out of his throat. It was sliding smoothly along his lips. But his jaw ached from the thickness. It was a minor reaction compared to the pleasure he felt.

Bill could feel the cock change. He noticed the shaft seemed to enlarge and the head seemed to pulse and flair. The vein on the underside of the shaft started a pump like motion. And then it started to jerk at the cock’s root and the first warm jet of thick cum entered his mouth and went down his throat.

Randall pulled his cock back so it was on Bill’s palate and shot streams of cum onto his tongue. He told Bill not to swallow until he was told to do so. Randall shot more loads into Bill’s mouth until it seemed to Bill he couldn’t possibly hold any more. But he made no attempt to swallow. Instead he felt the salty, musky taste of the cum. The texture was like a sweet, salty pudding. Bill was amazed how much he enjoyed this man’s semen in his mouth.

As his ejaculation slowed, Randall pulled his cock from Bill’s lips and let the remaining cum splash on his nose and lips, then out to each cheek. The thick whitish cum stuck to his skin at first and then started dripping down his face, off his chin and onto his chest.

Randall had told Bill not to swallow when he pulled out to paint his face. So Bill was on his knees with an erect cock, cum dripping off his face and a mouthful of semen looking up at Randall in a submissive and adoring way. Randall told Bill to open his mouth and show him the seed he had been so fortunate to have received from the big cock. Bill opened wide as he had seen in some of the porn movies he’d been to see. Randall told him to gargle the cum. Bill did as ordered but choked on some on the thick creamy cum. Randall laughed and ordered him to swallow the cum. Bill quickly swallowed the entire wad and was left with a sticky coating along the roof of his mouth and on his tongue.

Randall reached down and put the dripping cum on his fore finger and fed Bill all of the cum he had painted escort ığdır on his face. Bill licked it up like a pussy licking a bowl of warm cream. Then Randal told Bill he was to masturbate himself and shoot his cum in Randall’s ass crack. When he accomplished the ordered ejaculation, Randall told Bill his task was to lick the ass crack completely clean of any cum. And to lick the rosebud of the ass’s entrance. Bill was to learn how to rim a man.

Bill and Randall spent hours together. Randall taught Bill how to revive a spent cock. How to rim a man’s ass. How many positions there could be to suck cock. How to take a man’s piss from the man’s cockhead.. Bill drank three more loads of cum and one long stream of piss before he left Randall’s condo. And he went home feeling amazed and excited about his experience. He had fully forgotten about the idea he was merely heterosexual.

After a day of reflection Bill came to the conclusion it was untenable for him to live a gay or bisexual life. His family and friends would desert him. He had grown up in a very homophobic neighborhood and even with two family members openly gay, the family remained strict fundamentalist Christians believing it was a mortal sin for a man to lay with another man. And his friends continued to claim their hatred for “faggots”.

So, Bill eventually met Jenny while at the university and they married. It turned out she couldn’t have children and didn’t really want kids, anyway. Bill was fine with it as long as he could be with her. They had a really nice marriage with only a few marital disputes of consequence. Finances were always a source of anxiety in the beginning but after both got really good employment they bought a home and were able to save money after paying all their bills. Both had gone to school on really exceptional scholarships and they were able to pay off any student loans they had needed to supplement.

The bliss of marriage and the good sex life did not erase the experience Bill had with Randall. He often thought of sucking cock and submitting to a man the way he had with Randall. It was one of those indelible memories that caused Bill to become almost fully erect and excited. It often led to having sex with Jenny. And he often licked his cum from Jenny’s pussy after he fucked her. She thought it was pretty hot he’d do something like eating her and cleaning up his own cum.

So, Jenny knew about Randall. Bill had told her twenty years into the marriage when they were talking about sexual fantasies after they had fucked. Jenny brought up she had sex with a female roommate and it was really nice. She told Bill they had done each other multiple times over a six month period. This revelation led to Bill talking about his one time encounter with Randall. He could tell Jenny was excited as he was when she talked about her lesbian experiences.

Jenny asked if he had been able to deep throat Randall like she did Bill. When Bill told her he had, she was very attentive to the description of him gagging at first but being able to eventually accommodate the big cock. She also seemed to enjoy the story of him taking the cum in his mouth and swallowing. Bill didn’t tell her about the piss drinking.

This led to ongoing discussions about Bill’s desire to suck cock again. And having Jenny be in charge to direct him and the man he was sucking. Demanding they give her a good show. Jenny wouldn’t participate in the sex. The problem would be finding a man willing to take part in this scene.

Jenny suggested she talk with a work friend who was active in a swingers lifestyle. The woman had tried to get Jenny to come to one of the clubs with her but Jenny had just laughed and thanked her. They continued to be good friends, going out to lunch and hanging together during the incessant meetings they were required to attend.

Jenny’s friend, Sheila, had confided in Jenny she had a boyfriend, Sam, who often went with her to the club parties the swinging community had. She described him as nice …both physically and in personality. And he was bisexual and had enjoyed men sucking him at the clubs. And enjoyed sucking. Jenny was also sure Sheila wanted to have sex with her. She wondered if they should invite both Sheila and her boyfriend, Sam, over for drinks and discussion.

Bill like Jenny’s suggestion but wondered how it would work out with two women. Would Jenny still take control of things when Bill sucked the other guy’s cock? He envisioned her directing both men to do her bidding. Telling Bill what a cocksucker he was and telling the other guy to fuck Bill’s mouth.

Jenny suggested she and Sheila could both direct the men like Bill wanted and afterwards make the men watch as she and Sheila ate each other out. Make them sit on the floor at the edge of the bed watching the women eating pussy. This entire discussion made Bill hard just to hear it. He told Jenny to go ahead with the invitation if she wanted.

Jenny approached Sheila the very next day during lunch. She detailed the fantasy she and Bill had and wondered if Sheila and Sam would be interested. Sheila was gushing with enthusiasm. She had long ago wanted to get together with Jenny. And Sam really enjoyed letting another guy suck him off in the clubs they went to. And on occasion he had sucked another guy.

Author’s note:

In this story, Varnalius is twenty-two, and is living his organic-self-sufficiency life on a remote land-block. His cute and sexy Mother, and his thirty-six-year-old sexy Aunty Carol, live this life with him.

The Varnalius stories tell of his many and unique aspects.

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Varnalius and his Mother and Aunty Pt. 01

– He received his Mother’s request. She is overjoyed!

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~ Chapter One ~

In the early hours of the morning, Carol, sexily and wetly kissed her Hot Nephew’s sexy firm mouth. She carried his big, long, lusting and loving, full erection, FULL in her juicy pussy. Carol loved being her Nephew’s wet-sex-doll.

Carol was close to orgasming, as her hot Nephew hotly sucked her Aunty-tits, while she rode his handsome shaft. She was joyfully carried along by the beautiful and mesmerising experience of her Nephew hot-fucking her.

Carol felt beautiful love and arousal for her sexy Nephew, Varnalius, and had been overjoyed when a year ago, she’d offered Varnalius her Aunty-pussy. At that time, and up until the present, Carol had observed that Varnalius’ Mother also got turned on for her hot, blue-eyed, supple-muscled Son, but his Mother tried to kept her arousal for her Son, subdued and hidden.

Carol had sensed, and still did, that Varnalius’ Mother was almost constantly on the verge of offering her Son, her Mother-pussy. Carol had felt sure, that at the one year ago, before she offered her Aunty-pussy to Varnalius, that if his Mother did offer her pussy to her Son, Varnalius would most certainly welcome his Mother’s pussy.

So, the question Carol had grappled with a year ago, as in hot arousal for her sexy Nephew, her naughty pussy flowed juice into her little pantie-crotch for him, was, would Varnalius also welcome his Aunties wet and wanting pussy, if she offered it to him?

Not only did Carol want to be sexually pleasured by her Nephew, she also wanted to be pleasure-pussy to him, and unable to help herself, unable to resist his hot sexiness, Carol had offered her stunningly hot Nephew, her wet Aunty pussy!

With Carol’s pussy in wild hot need for her Nephew, she had stood before him in the kitchen when they were alone, and in desperate hope, Carol had done the offering of her pussy to him!

And her sexy, handsome, beautiful Nephew, Varnalius, had answered her by sliding her mini-skirt up above her hips, so her sexy little panties were on display!!!

On, Yes! Carol was overjoyed that Varnalius loved seeing her in her sexy little panties! And she’d had a beautiful rush of juice in her turned-on pussy at his unexpected, but totally hot action! It was so hot, to be on sexual-display for her Nephew, and totally Hot that he’d put her on sexual-display!

It was a momentous moment for Carol, as she thought Hot Varnalius must be saying YES! He would receive her Aunty-pussy. And she’d felt like slowly peeling her sexy little panties down over her creamy shaved pussy-mound, and then going further, to reveal her freshly-shaved smooth vagina to her Nephew.

It had been a hot session earlier that morning, as she shaved her pussy, knowing that she was going to offer herself sexually to her Hot! Nephew. Carol had several orgasms for Varnalius, as she shaved and prepared her pussy for him. And as always her orgasms for Varnalius were beautiful!

As Carol had stood with her sexy little panties revealed to her Nephew, her thoughts had been hotly interrupted as she felt him, Hotly fondling her wet-crotch. If had been beautiful and electrifying, and her cunt had joyously quivered in sexual anticipation.

Carol had come to live with Varnalius at his beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise, six months ago, and after six months in his beautiful, hot, sexy presence, she had been completely cunt-vulnerable to him, and was powerless to do anything but to offer herself sexually to her handsome, beautiful and sexy, blue-eyed Nephew.

And it had been utter joy for Carol ever since! Carol being hot fucked by her hot Nephew, Varnalius, was amazing! Carol wondered how Varnalius’ mother resisted her hot-hot-hot Son! It was an amazing home at Varnalius’ beautiful organic-self-sufficiency paradise, with both, his Mother’s and Aunty’s pussys quivering in hot desire for him!

Carol loved being pleasure-pussy to her Nephew, and she loved how he skilfully, competently, and completely, pleasured her. Varnalius with his Sexy ways turned her into wet-wet-wet pussy, and she lived to be wet-pussy for her Nephew.

It was a beautiful life with Varnalius’ beautiful organic-self-sufficiency life, and her Hot, Sexy Nephew led her on a Hot-Hot-Hot sexual journey. Carol was wet-pussy for her Nephew Varnalius forever!

Up until Carol had helplessly offered her wet Aunty-cunt to her Nephew, Varnalius had been actively seeking a girl to join him here on his beautiful organic-self-sufficiency paradise, but since she’d become wet-eager-pussy for her Hot Nephew Varnalius, he no longer sought anyone else, izmir escort bayan and Carol was thrilled to be her Nephew’s permanent pussy.

It seemed inevitable to Carol though, that one day Varnalius would also have his Mother’s pussy, and then Mother and Aunty would be helpless, loving, and adoring pussys for him!

And although Varnalius and her love-life was kept secret from his Mother, Carol felt that her Varnalius and herself were the HOTTEST of lovers.

From when she had first offered her cunt to Varnalius, and received his first Hot-fondling to her wet-crotch, her Sexy Nephew had enthralled her, enchanted her, and lovingly enslaved her, and Aunty Carol lived to be loving pussy for her Nephew!

It was now one year ago, from when she’d offered her wet-vagina to Varnalius, and he’d replied to her offer with his Hot-Sexual-Actions, starting with sliding her mini up completely above her hips.

And his naughty and excited ‘Aunty Carol’ had stood in front of Varnalius, while he gazed at, and appraised her, and her wet-wet-wet, beautiful and sexy, little, organic-self-sufficiency, hand-crafted panties.

Carol loved that at Varnalius’ beautiful, organic-self-sufficiency paradise, they lovingly hand-crafted all their clothes.

And Carol had lovingly hand-crafted, the hot little panties with the pussy-hope, that Varnalius would see her in them!

Aunty Carol loved having her Nephew raise her mini up, so she had her sexy little panties revealed to him! Varnalius was a Hot-Voyeur, and Varnalius having her present herself like this, drove her Aunty-pussy wild crazy!

And then Carol had watched in stunned pussy excitement, as Varnalius had released his Big-Hot-Sexy Nephew-Cock!

It was a pussy-wetting sight. Her Nephew’s Cock had stood there; Proud, Huge, and Throbbing, his soft-foreskin tugged fully back over his Big-Sexy-Shining DOME!!!

Aunty Carol’s pussy had done somersaults, and had Hotly-Hotly-Hotly gushed at the sight of her Nephew’s beautiful COCK!

But, Varnalius was just beginning with her. And with his Huge-Cock out, her Nephew had begun to hotly-fondle her wet little pantie-crotch like she was his Cherished-Sexual-Object.

It had been a HOT! experience, and she loved feeling like his cherished-sexual-object, and Varnalius’ stimulation to her cunt through her pantie-crotch was phenomenal! — And her Sexy Nephew had orgasmed her cunt through her little pantie-crotch!

Then, as she had almost swooned in Hot-orgasm for her Nephew, he had lifted her orgasming form up onto the table-edge, where again she had felt like his cherished-sexual-object.

At this stage, Varnalius had still not spoken to her after she had offered him, her pussy — He was just all action! Varnalius then, in a act of pure seduction, had straightened her legs out, and had slowly slid her wet-panties down her thighs, then calves, and then off her feet.

Beautiful handsome, sexy Varnalius, while still holding her wet-panties, had spread her straightened legs, and her Hot Nephew, ‘VIEWED’ his Aunty’s just orgasmed, shaved wet-pussy!

Aunty Carol had been ecstatic to have her Nephew ‘VIEW’ her like this!

Wildly Excited! and her cunt freely running, Varnalius had lowered her calves, while keeping her legs spread. Then Carol watched in amazement as her Nephew opened her panties out, and ‘VIEWED’ the inner of her wet-crotch!

Carol loved being on display for her Hot Voyeur Nephew, and to have the wet-patch of her little crotch on naughty display to him as well, was Super-Sexy!

As Varnalius Hotly ‘VIEWED’ her naughty wet-patch on her pantie-crotch, he began to almost casually fondle her naked, wet Auntie-slit. Varnalius had sexily fondled her Aunty-slit like he was connecting her pussy to her pantie-crotch wet-patch.

Aunty Carol was in sexual euphoria with her Nephew! Then to her utter amazement, she watched Varnalius begin to ‘SUCK’ her wet-pantie-crotch, while he firmly cupped her horny cunt.

Aunty Carol loved the ‘Hot-Hold’ her Nephew had on her cunt. It was a possessive hold! — Her Hot Nephew wanted her as his cunt!!! And she wanted to be his cunt!

Carol looked at her Nephew’s big love-cock, as he orally analysed her sexual-juices — Varnalius’ hold on her Aunty-pussy was so Sexy! and she was on the utter edge.

Then when Varnalius, with her worn panties hanging put his mouth, looked at her, he was everything Hot! And Carol knew her Sexy, Handsome, Big-Cocked Nephew, was PUMPED to fuck her!

Varnalius squeezed her pussy, and she flooded into orgasm. And with Varnalius still hot-sucking her pantie-crotch, her Hot Nephew, Hotly consummated with his Big-Sexy-Cock, their Nephew-Aunty relationship.

It was a Hot consummating!… Varnalius’ big, long sexy cock in her juicy pussy was everything HOT!

And Aunty Carol, with being able to joyously and lovingly be with her Nephew as his Aunty-pussy, had been in wondrous cunt-wonder ever since!

She loved taking izmir escort her Nephew’s big-sexy-cock info her horny vagina, and be Hot-Fucked! It was beautiful to be pleasure-pussy to her Nephew!

It was close to time now, when Carol would have to naughtily sneak back to her bedroom before day-break, after another Hot-Night with her Nephew!

Carol was joyed that Varnalius still daily sucked her panties. When they had a private moment during the day, she’d lift her mini up and show her Nephew, the sexy panties she wore for him.

Then Varnalius would hold her mini up, and watch her slip her panties off her wet cunt. They would have a quick kiss, after which, she would watch him, hot suck her pantie-crotch, while he hot fingered her into hot orgasm. And if there was time, her Nephew would deliver a Hot fucking up her pussy as well.

Aunty Carol was deeply in love with her Nephew, and it was her joy to be sexual-pleasure-pussy for him. Carol often found herself pantie-less working in the kitchen with Varnalius’ Mother, because there hadn’t been time after their secret sexy time, for her to slip her panties back on after Varnalius had been hot sucking her wet-crotch.

Aunty Carol knew that Varnalius also liked sucking his Mother’s worn panties. He’d told Carol that he’d been sucking his Mother’s panties for a while before Carol had arrived, and to Carol’s sexual arousement, had continued doing so.

Carol liked it, that Varnalius’ was sexually sucking his Mother’s and her panties. And she would often accompany her Nephew on his secret visits to the laundry, and watch him hot suck his Mother’s worn panties, while he Hotly fingered Carol into hot orgasm.

Varnalius had recently told Carol, that his Mother’s wet-patches were getting bigger, and Carol knew that Varnalius’ Mother, Melanie, was even more struggling to resist the hot sexiness of her Son!

With Carol not wanting to leave her Nephew’s bed, and the beautiful experience of having his big shaft, hotly lodged in her, while he hotly sucked her Auntie-tits, she whispered in heat, “Baby, your sex-doll has to go after this orgasm, it’s nearly day-break.

Varnalius’ whispered reply in her ear of, “Sex-doll Aunty, hot to have your cunt on my cock baby,” had taken her over the edge, and she’d screamed into his mouth, as her Nephew rocked a hot orgasm through her.

Carol found it amazing that Varnalius liked her screaming her orgasm cries into his mouth, and as she cried into his mouth, she would feel his cock do a HOT THRUST-THROB deep in her pussy.

Varnalius’ hot, cock responses to her cries in his mouth, would take her into another hot orgasm, and it would become a hot swirling cycle — Carol would orgasm cry in Varnalius’ mouth, and he would hot cock respond, taking her into an amazing cycle where she would flow into orgasm after orgasm, until she truly felt like Varnalius’ organic-self-sufficiency, swirling orgasm-doll, and she could feel her juices squishing out around her Nephew’s cock, sexily bathing them both.

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~ Chapter Two ~

It was a beautiful summers day as I sat at the small bay-window table in the kitchen with my beautiful Mommy, where we had just finished lunch. Aunty Carol had just left to go berry picking in a berry-patch just behind the main organic garden. She was going to use them for a desert tonight.

Aunty Carol had left in an enthused rush, with a sweet little ‘Aunty’ kiss on my cheek, which also told me that Aunty was looking forward to tonight, when she would come to my room with her wet and wanting Aunty-pussy.

I was looking forward to Aunty Carol’s berry-desert, and then her luscious wet vagina and sexy body that would follow later! It was beautiful to love Aunty Carol vaginally, and it was lovely to have her love and adore me, and she loved being my ‘secret’ sex-doll Aunty, and her wetness was a joy.

Smiling as I thought about Aunty Carol in the berry-patch — She would eat plenty of them as picked them. She wasn’t far away, and so I was comfortable with her being alone. Aunty Carol would often tell me how youthful she felt being my wet-sex-doll.

And every time I entered her beautiful vagina, I would see her sweet green-eyes flood with joy. My smiling at Aunty Carol in the berry-patch also included that I knew she would have vagina-berry offering for me later.

Hot Aunty Carol would when she was back, skip berries up her pussy, and when we had a private moment, she would in a sweet and sexy, shy voice, say that she had something for me, and then lovingly, sweetly, and joyously she would reveal her Aunty-vagina to me, and I would hotly feast on juice-coated berries!

Of course, Aunty Carol would end up orgasming wildly, and her plentiful orgasm-juices were a lovely way to finish up a delightful little snack from my Aunty’s sweet pussy!

With Aunty Carol gone to the berry-patch, Mother and I were still sitting at the bay-window table finishing our herbal-coffee. Mother and Aunty, and escort izmir myself too, loved the herbal coffee I grew and made here. It had a lovely aromatic sweetness, with quite a strong earthy undertone to it.

It was sweet to watch Mommy deeply engrossed in sipping her ‘Varnalius coffee-elixir’, as she and Aunty called my herbal-coffee. Mother would have a particular focused facial expression when she savoured my coffee-elixir. Her ‘Varnalius coffee-elixir’ face was a mixture of seriousness and joy. And it was clear to see that Mother was serious about enjoying my herbal-coffee!

Sipping on my own herbal-coffee, I gazed out the window at the beautiful wild-flower-meadow, with the grandeurous woods in the background, their buttressed trunks standing in enduring composure, and with their verdant swaying tops, collectively providing seclusion for the meadow, organic-gardens, and dwelling where I lived with Mommy and Aunty.

Within the seclusion of the woods, my organic-self-sufficiency place flourished in sweet homeliness, and Mommy and Aunty delighted in it.

The beautiful golden sun’s rays, beamed in through the bay-windows in charming splendour, and flooded the homely kitchen in an enchanting warmth. Either side of the windows were the lovely, delicate, pink curtains, trimmed with white frilly-lace, which Mommy had hand-crafted. They were held back from the windows by a pale-yellow lace band, and with the vase of brilliant wild-flowers on the table, the effect was very sweet!

The endearment name I had for, Mommy and Aunty, collectively was, ‘my girls’, and of course, secretly, Aunty was my vagina girl! And I had said to my two lovely girls, to decor the place I had built, as they felt to.

Well, they were both really stoked about that, and Aunty had come to my bed that night, her pussy hot and wet as always, but on this celebrated occasion, Aunty had come to my bed with a decor-mania wet pussy, and had vaginally expressed her thrill to be involved with the decor, as she slid down my pumping-shaft!

The girls had decided that Mommy would do the kitchen, and Aunty would do the lounge, and between them they would do the rest of the place. Their decorating styles were different, but both really nice. And the kitchen and lounge both felt nice and homely in their own way.

Looking around at the kitchen, I reflected on Mommy’s touches to the kitchen, and again felt that she’d done it in a beautiful, lovely and sweet way. Mommy’s touch to the kitchen was a lovely homely feminine touch. I loved that Mommy had used pink in the curtains because it supported my feelings for Mommy.

For while Mommy was Mommy, I couldn’t deny, nor did I wish to, that she was also a vagina-girl, a pink-vagina-girl. I sensed that like Aunty Carol, Mommy was attracted to me, and I enjoyed that. I thought Mother and Aunty were both very attractive girls.

I loved thinking about Mommy’s pink-vagina. Mommy was sweet and a little bit shy, but she was very very cute, and she and Aunty definitely both loved it here with me at my organic-self-sufficiency, wild-flower-meadow paradise.

Both Mommy and Aunty had become very adept at the weaving-looms, including the pantie-loom I had here. It was lovely to see their sexy, little, lacy and embroidered panties drying on the clothes-line. It was also lovely to secretly smell and suck Mommy’s worn panties from the laundry. I loved smelling and tasting Mommy’s sexual essence — It was pure aphrodisiac!

I loved seeing the wet-patches Mommy left on her little crotches. And I had noticed a definite change in Mommy’s wet-patches on her pantie-crotches of late — They were getting bigger!

Every evening before bed, I lovingly hugged Mommy and Aunty, and as I hugged my shy, sweet, cute Mother, I always thought about her pink-vagina making sexy wet-patches on her little pantie-crotch.

Of course, I didn’t have to imagine about Aunty Carol’s sexy little pantie-crotch getting wet, I knew she was wetting it, and I had probably already sucked on it during the day!

I also hugged Mother and Aunty every morning. Both, Mommy and Aunty always had breakfast time in their little nitie’s, and Mommy would be in her little nitie when we had the morning greeting hug, and I felt that Mommy probably had no panties on under her nitie, which was nice and sexy. And it was a lovely feeling to think of Mommy’s pantie-less pussy dripping as we hugged.

I absolutely loved Mommy having breakfast time in her nitie, and being pantie-less with me.

“Varnalius darling,” Mother chimed in lovely sweetness.

“Yes, Mother Love,” I replied, while thinking how lovely it was that Mommy was happily sitting at the table with me at midday, while creating a beautiful wet-patch on her little sexy pantie-crotch.

“I absolutely love it here with you darling. Your organic-self-sufficiency life is beautiful! And I’m so happy here,” Melanie shared.

“That’s lovely to hear Mommy, and it’s lovely to have you here,” I replied, and mentally added, ‘and you’re getting wetter by the day too!’

“Yes, Son, it’s truly a joy to be here, however there is one thing that is troubling me somewhat with being here with you… And I had hoped that… arr… that… well, that you might be able to help me it,” Melanie shyly and nervously asked.

This is a first attempt at putting into words the fantasy that keeps going through my head. A little backstory about myself. I’m a 64-year-old man recently widowed after 40 years of marriage to a wonderful woman. She succumbed to the virus a year ago. Till now, I had never thought about sex with anyone else. After a few months, passed I started to surf the web for porn and stuff, I came across Literotica. I began reading the straight stories and found them to be hot, I moved around the site and discovered many new ideas about what makes people happy and sexually satisfied. I moved from straight to first time, to anal, to BDSM, to lesbian, but for some reason I avoided the transgendered and gay sections. Until I came across a story in the first time section. It was about a guy who was seduced into gay sex for the first time. I almost didn’t finish the story at first, but for some reason my dick seemed harder than ever as I thought about putting myself in the place of the man being seduced. Never in my life had I thought about having a sexual encounter with another man. The more stories I read in the first time section, the more I began to search for the first time gay tag, and then began reading as many of the stories in the gay male section every time I visited Literotica. My masturbation fantasies became more and more about me being seduced and taken for the first time with another man. It didn’t matter if it was an older or younger man just the thought of being used by a man for the first time always fueled a furious jack off for me.

I found the chat room section of the site and the curiosity of what other guys say about other guys got the best of me and I signed up. Chatting with other people have only excited me more. I mentioned that I had never seen another man’s cock in a sexual situation, one of the guys I was talking to suggested I get a toy to play with and practice with before trying to meet with the real thing. I think he was just poking fun at the new guy in the room, but after I got done, I started looking at dildos and butt plugs. Not only that, but I never ever had a finger in my ass, and now I’m looking for a fake cock or plug to stick in my ass. The idea didn’t go away. So, I ordered a 7″ cock shaped dildo and a butt plug. A few days later the package arrived. I saw the brown truck pull up to the house while I worked in my yard, and as the driver stepped out I found myself looking at him in an entirely different way. This is where the fantasy starts.

As the delivery man walked toward me, I noticed his legs in his brown short pants and traced my gaze up towards his cock and paused there as he moved closer.

I broke my gaze when he spoke saying, “I’m sorry sir, but your package was damaged in shipment. Would you like to refuse the shipment?”

As I looked up to him (I was on my knees at the time) I think he noticed I was staring at his crotch, he added.

“Or open it up and inspect the contents to make sure there is no damage?” I began to turn a little red in the face when I realized just what was in the package, but there was no way I was going to refuse it, so I told him I would make sure there was no damage to it when I got inside.

There was a little tremble in my voice as I looked at this man who was a hell of a lot younger than me in the eyes for the first time.

He smiled a little, saying “I’m sorry sir, but I need to see you open and inspect the package before I can go.”

As I fumbled with the box to open it and at the same time try to hide the fact that there was a butt plug and a dildo in it. The worst thing happened: the 7″ dildo fell out and hit the ground, before I could react, he bent down and picked it up. I felt my face getting redder and redder with shame and embarrassment. As he handed it back to me, he showed no emotion or change in his demeanor as he asked if the contents were what I ordered and in good condition.

“Yes sir, yes sir, everything is here and in good shape.” I managed to respond. “That’s good. It’s my policy to make sure all my customers get what they desire, the load is delivered properly, and they are completely satisfied with my service.” He said as he returned to his truck and drove off. Feeling completely ashamed and embarrassed I took the opened box into my house and just put it on the couch. I was considering just returning it and forgetting the whole thing. But for now, I just wanted to get away from those thoughts and returned to doing my yard work.

A few hours went by, I finished cleaning the yard and was putting away my tools when I saw the Mustang pull into my driveway. I paid it attention because I didn’t know anyone with that car, as I walked towards it the driver’s door opened and the delivery guy got out.

Still in his uniform he started off by saying. “Hello again, I just wanted to stop by and make sure you are completely satisfied with my service.”

“Oh yeah the delivery was great” I replied.

“Fine but I wasn’t just talking about the delivery. Mind if kars escort I ask, were the items for you, your wife, girlfriend or” after a slight pause, “boyfriend?” Again turning red I looked down and relied on, “for me. I don’t have a wife anymore, and I’ve never had a boyfriend.”

“Perfect, then you’re going to need this, and I’m assuming some instruction on how to use the items you purchased.” With that, he reached out and handed me a bottle of lube. Sheepishly I took the lube from him.

“Good, why don’t we go inside, and I will make sure you get the load I know you want and delivered the way I know you need.” with that he took my hand and led me into my house, through the front door and I let him. Once inside he locked my front door, turned to me and kissed me. I was shocked at first I had never been kissed by another man before. It was so hot, and forceful. I began to kiss back, his younger lips felt so different from my wife’s and as his tongue began to press against my lips I opened my mouth and let this man have his way. We kissed for a few minutes just standing in the middle of my living room, and as we broke the kiss he turned my face and licked my cheek.

“I like the way you taste. But for your first time you need to clean, Go take a shower and wash yourself. I’ll wait.” He directed.

As I turned to go to the shower I was a little taken aback that I was letting the strange young man tell me what to do, but as I turned on the shower and got naked I saw just how turned on I was. My cock was already rock hard and throbbing. As I was soaping up and washing I reached for my cock I knew just a couple of quick jerks and I would explode.

That’s when I heard him say, “Don’t you dare jack off in the shower!” Turning toward the voice I saw him standing there watching me, drinking a beer from my fridge. “When you finish, towel off and come into the kitchen. Naked and hard, you understand?”

“Yes” I replied. “YES WHAT” he commanded. “Yes sir” I replied head down and embarrassed.

“Good boy, you won’t regret it. I promise.” At that he turned and left the bathroom. As I stood in the shower I began to wonder what I had gotten myself into. There was no denying the fact that I was more turned on than I had been in years, but what was in store for me next. While in the trance he put me in I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. As I stepped out of the bathroom, I remembered he said naked, no he commanded NAKED and HARD. Hard was no problem, so I took the towel and tossed it back into the bathroom. There I was naked and sporting the biggest hard on I’ve had in years walking toward a stranger in my kitchen. I took a big gulp and turned into the kitchen.

As I looked around the room I knew so well, I saw a few changes. The kitchen table had been moved and all the chairs, but one had been removed. Sitting in that chair was him, shirt and shoes off he was just sitting there in his brown shorts with a noticeable bulge, drinking a beer. His chest was perfectly smooth as were his legs I noticed for the first time.

“Before we go any further, you need to know a few things. My name is Derrick, I don’t do this type of thing often but when I saw you checking me out when I first got here you licked your lips a little. I thought you might be some old worn out fat guy going to hit on me for the thousandth time. You have no idea how boring that gets having to turn down some old sloppy blow job from a guy who passed his prime. As I got closer I saw you are in pretty good shape for an older man, and I thought I might have a little fun with you and see just how far you would go.

I knew what was in the package before I got to your house. The damage happened as the package was loaded and the dildo fell out in my truck. I put it back and made sure you were my last delivery of the day. So, when you dropped your dildo again I almost lost it and laughed right then and there. But when you became so embarrassed and replied yes sir to me, I knew I had to come back.”

I stood in the doorway hanging on his every word. He took another sip of beer and continued, “From your response earlier I am assuming you’ve never been with a man, correct?” I could only nod yes.

“Perfect. You see the pillow on the floor in front of me” I looked down and noticed it for the first time. “If you walk into the kitchen and kneel before me, I promise your first time will be both memorable and pleasurable for the both of us, but you will do everything I tell you to, no questions asked and no backing out. Understood?” Again all I could do was nod the affirmative.

“No, not good enough. I need you to say the words, say you understand, and you will obey.”

“Yes Derrick I understand.’ He stopped me there, “No like you said it in the yard this afternoon. Try again.” I paused just a second to consider my next words carefully.

“Yes sir, yes sir, I understand and will do everything you tell me to. No questions asked, no backing out.” As kars escort bayan I stepped towards the pillow, kneeling I added. “I am yours to command.” Kneeling and looking at the floor in front of him was one of the most arousing thing I had ever felt in my life. The excitement coursing through my body was so intense I almost passed out.

“Good. From this point forward the only appropriate response to anything I say is “Yes Sir” do you understand?” “Yes sir.” was my reply.

“The only sounds I want coming from you is moaning in pleasure and begging me for more. Is that understood?” “Yes Sir.” As Derrick stood up, turning his back to me.

“Now take my shorts off and let’s begin.” I reached up and around his waist I found the button and zipper lowering his shorts. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and I was staring into his naked ass. ” I know you’ve never done this, so I will make it a little easier for you this first time.” He turned the chair around bending over it and spreading his legs apart exposing his asshole to my gaze. “Now get in there and lick my ass.” I paused just a moment to take all this in. “Now I won’t ask again.” He commanded. I leaned forward and flick my tongue a little over his exposed hole. “Good boy, now a little more.” with his coaching I did it again, I wasn’t repulsed. I continued to flick a little more and more. “Good start. Now kiss my ass cheeks.” I did first the left then the right.

“Now get back to my asshole and lick it hard no more flicking around.” I reached up and spread his cheeks wider and began to lick with gusto. “Oh Yeah. Get in there, lick my ass, you’re enjoying yourself aren’t you?”

All I did was moan into his ass. My mind was racing here. I was in my kitchen on my knees licking a man’s ass. The next thing I did not only surprised me but Derrick as well. I pointed my tongue and drove it straight into his asshole trying to get my whole face into his ass. He moaned in pleasure for the first time. “Yeah keep going, I want more. Eat my ass like a good little slut.” Hearing him call me a slut excited me even more.

I needed to hear him moan from my mouth on his ass. I doubled my efforts with my tongue moving in and out of his asshole, my spit flowing like a river. After several minutes or hours I lost track of time at that point. He pulled his ass away from my face. I almost fell off my knees, to the floor.

“Whew, that was astonishing for your first time, remind me later to ride your face with my ass again.” He was saying as he turned around, and I saw his hairless cock and balls for the first time. I realized that he had no hair on his body except for his close cut hair on his head. His cock was sticking straight out and dripping a river of pre-cum.

“I know you’ve never sucked a cock before, but I need to bust a nut before we can continue. You are going to stay on your knees with your arms by your side. You are going to open your mouth, and I am going to slowly feed you my cock. I am going fuck your face, at first just your mouth but by the time I cum I will be fucking your throat hard, and you will take my full load with no complaints only moans of pleasure. Is that understood, Slut?”

Again calling me slut,” Yes Sir.”

“Hands down, open wide.” he commanded as he stepped forward. I did.

The head entered my mouth, the pre-cum was not what I expected. It was warm and salty, instinctively my tongue swirled around his head.

“No, No tongue yet I just want a fuck hole.” as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I forced my tongue down to the bottom of my mouth, doing my best to follow his instructions. He then guided his cock back into my mouth. Rocking back and forth he kept adding more of his cock deeper into my mouth. At one point I began to gag a little.

“Don’t worry slut, that’s normal. Tilt your head back a bit and relax. I’ll go slow till I’m sure you can take it.” With that, I tried to relax and shift my head. “Good, Good just like that. Relax and take it. I can tell you’re enjoying it by the way your cock bounces every time I thrust into your mouth.” I tried looking down to see if it was happening but started to gag again.

“Don’t move slut, you will have to trust me on this. It’s bouncing and dripping pre-cum like a flood.” he laughed a little. As soon as I returned my attention to taking his cock into my throat I felt his pelvis touch my face. “Oh yeah my cock is in your throat.” As he held it there for a second. He pulled it back a bit and slid it back again till his pelvis touched my face again. He pulled his cock out of my mouth completely at that point. Turning my face up towards his, he said. ” Now I’m really going to fuck your face till I cum down your throat. Is that clear? Just nod this time.” I nodded and opened my mouth.

With one deep thrust, he was back into my throat, and he began to fuck my face with renewed vigor. Each thrust was harder and faster than the previous. I was amazed I could keep up with it, but I was in escort kars heaven, nothing in my entire life had prepared me for what I felt being used like this.

I was snapped back to the moment when Derrick cried, “Tongue bitch, use your tongue on my cock now.” I did as I was commanded, and for the first time I broke the rules and grabbed his ass with my hands to pull more of him as deep as I could.

Just a few thrust later I felt his cock twitch, “Oh GOD now Slut take my special delivery!!” He erupted, forcing his cock deeper into my throat, with me grabbing his ass cheeks hard and pulling him tighter to me. Spurt after spurt he came in my mouth, me trying to swallow as much as I could. As he slumped over me, dripping in sweat. I felt his cock soften in my mouth. I didn’t want him to take it back, it was my cock, meant to stay in my mouth.

As he dropped to his knees beside me, he kissed me, I felt his tongue swirl around in my mouth wanting to pull his cum out. When he did, he pulled back and tilted my head back. For some reason I knew what he wanted. I opened my mouth wide, and he spit his cum back into my mouth, sticking his tongue out. I closed my lips around it, sucking his tongue and what was left of his cum back into me.

He pulled his tongue away from my mouth and sat back. “That was by far the best first face fuck I ever had. You’re an astonishing cum slut.”

“Thank you, Sir. So happy to please you. Thank you for your special delivery. Also, you are right I Will remember this all my life.” I replied.

As he sat back he grabbed what was left of his beer, taking a sip, looking at me.

“But are you completely satisfied with my delivery and my load?” “Yes sir, I think I am.”

“You think, but you don’t know. I think you’re not satisfied, at least that’s what your bouncing dick is telling me.” For the first time I looked down at my wet hard bouncing cock. I’m still supporting the boner I had when I first walked into the kitchen but throbbing so hard it almost hurt.

Getting up off the floor Derrick leaned down and kissed me again. “Now don’t you move, and don’t touch that cock, that’s mine to do with as I please. I’ll be right back.”

With that, he stood up and walked out of the kitchen door into my backyard. Oh my God, a naked man is walking into my backyard. I had a wood privacy fence but who knows what neighbor was out there. What would they think seeing a naked man out there? He headed to my tool shed and went inside. A few minutes later he exited and strode fully naked and confident, he didn’t care who saw him. As he returned to me, he asked,” You’re still mine Right?” I paused a bit, “Yes sir”. “You’ll do as I say, no questions asked, right?” Again yes sir was my response.

He walked around the kitchen table where the dildo and butt plug were sitting. “Stand up and come over here.” I began to move round the table, “No. Not on my side, opposite of me.” As I stood opposite of him, my hard cock was touching the top of the table, while his soft one was staring me in my face. “You still want this cock, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir”

“Well reach over and try to take it.” he said. The table in the kitchen is not a true kitchen table, it’s not a big table just big enough for me to sit at and have a meal on. So as I reached across my whole upper body rested on the table. Derrick took my left arm and pulled it a little, so it fell off the side of the table. That’s when I saw the duct for the first time.

“No questions asked, nothing refused, you agreed.” he said. Simply “yes sir” came out of my mouth. After he secured my left arm with the duct tape, he pulled my right arm to a similar position, and taped it into place. My head hung off the table a bit and on the other end I was up on my tiptoes, bent completely over the table.

Derrick picked up the 7″ dildo, “open your mouth” he commanded. I did, and he forced the plastic toy back in my mouth stopping just short of my throat. “Keep that there. I don’t want to retrain that mouth of yours when I get back to it.”

He then walked around to the other side of the table. Secure as I was I couldn’t see what he was doing. I felt him grab my left leg and pull it out.

As I lost my balance, and fell forward. I felt my hard cock pinned between me and my kitchen table. He taped my left ankle to the table and then moved to the right doing the same thing.

I felt his hand on my ass cheek for the first, just rubbing cheek to cheek. Then the first smack. His bare hand on my bare ass. Smack, smack, smack, one cheek to the other and repeat. For several minutes not a sound out him just smacking my ass. Then for some reason the first moan of pleasure came from not him but me. The next smack came and another moan from me. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for. You’re beginning to enjoy this.” Smack and hit and another louder moan. Derrick began rubbing his finger up and down my ass crack, stopping at my asshole a bit before repeating. “I know how much you enjoyed eating my ass, to be honest, I love eating ass too, but before I eat yours, I’ll have to do something about all this hair. I’ll set up an appointment with a friend to remove all this hair. You will go to him. He can use your mouth, and you will let him but this virgin man pussy is mine. You understand?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh,” he laughed.

“Do me a favor,” she laughed.

“What,” he said as he sat up in bed.

“Go to your own room,” she laughed.

“Will do,” he replied.

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

“Go ahead,” he smiled.

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

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

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

“Fuck,” he mouthed to himself.

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

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

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

“Anything good on?”

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

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

“Yeah.”

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

“Are you going anywhere?”

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

“Where’s that,” Skyler asked.

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

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

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

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

“Just ask him,” Huff said to himself.

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

“Just ask him,” Skyler said to himself.

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

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

“Yeah,” he replied.

“Let’s go.”

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

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

“It’s for Lundz,” Huff said.

“Who,” Skyler asked.

“Your sister,” he laughed.

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

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

“Shit,” he exhaled.

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

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

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

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

“Go ahead,” Skyler replied.

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

“Am I,” Skyler said, “what?”

“Are you a hom….”

“Am I a what,” Skyler laughed.

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

“No,” Skyler said in a strange voice.

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

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

“Men,” Huff laughed, “you like men?”

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

“Top or bottom,” Huff asked.

“I can do both,” he smiled, “you?”

“Complete bottom,” he smiled.

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

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

“That feel good,” he asked.

“Yes,” Huff exhaled.

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

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

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

“Ow,” he said as Skyler bent back up.

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

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

“Yeah,” Skyler replied.

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

“Mount up,” Huff laughed.

Skyler straddled him quickly and slowly entered him.

“Fuck,” Huff said as he was entered.

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

“Nice tattoo,” Skyler remarked.

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

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

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

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

‘”Yes,” he replied out of breath.

“Good,” he replied.

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

“Okay,” Huff said semi stern voice.

“What,” Skyler asked.

“Nothing,” Huff said.

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

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

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

“Don’t,” Huff demanded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you want me to,” Skyler started.

“To what,” Huff asked.

“Suck you off or,” he started.

“No,” he replied, “I can jerk it!”

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

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

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

“Thanks,” he replied.

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

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

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