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“So you want me to make you my bitch do you?” Klaus growled into my ear, his breath hot and smelling of the bourbon we were drinking earlier at the bar. He was pressing me – face first – against the wall in the men’s toilet of a gay pub in Sydney. I could feel his big cock pressing into my ass crack through the jeans.

“Yes babe please make me your bitch”, I pleaded.

“Don’t you worry bitch I will and then make you my slut you cock hungry cunt” he said. He grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around then started to kiss me roughly inserting his tongue into my mouth.

I met Klaus online on a great gay hook up site several weeks before. He was in his mid-sixties (I was 36 at the time of writing this), about 180cm tall, a little on the chubby side, with snow white hair and beard. I had exposed my slutty side to him on chat and email. I told him that I wanted to be made his girl, bitch and slut and be used by him and his other mature mates. I had been made a bitch and slut of several other mature gents in the past.

I sent him sexy photos of myself. He sent me photos of himself – I loved the ones of his big 8″ cock. I remember my mouth watering for it and the tingling sensation in my boy pussy while I looked at it lusting for it.

We decided to meet up this evening for drinks at a gay pub in CBD in Sydney. We chatted and drank and laughed. He was a good conversationalist. He placed his hand on my thigh several times feeling it through my tight jeans. It felt so good. Even though I’ve been with several older men, my heart was racing with anticipation.

I excused myself to go to the toilet for a pee. I stood at the urinal and peed my eyes closed enjoying the sensation of the piss flowing out of my cock – or rather my clit. Thinking of the rest of the evening I started to rub my cock. I was so lost in the lust of the moment that I didn’t notice that Klaus had come in and was peeing in the urinal next to me watching what I was doing. That’s how I ended up face against the wall of the toilet.

He forced me on my knees and ordered me to suck his cock like a good little girl. “But what if someone walks in and sees us?” I said.

“You would love that you little slut.” You love being fucked in the presence of other daddies – that’s what you told me on chat” he replied. With that he grabbed the back of my head and thrust his cock in front of my mouth. “Suck it you cunt.”

I opened my cock hungry mouth and took his big mushroom head in. Mmmmm it tasted so good. Droplets of his piss and per cum, the zonguldak escort smell of his manhood and faint fragrance of his perfume. He held my face with both his hands and began to fuck my mouth pushing deeper and harder with every thrust. I have had big cocks forced into my mouth before and my mouth fucked like it was a pussy but Klaus was special.

“You like daddy’s cock you fucking whore, I know you do.” He pumped my mouth faster and suddenly he stopped and pulled out. I didn’t expect him to do what he did next although he said

I had said to him online that I would. “I’m gonna piss in your hot mouth girl and then I’ll fuck it again and cum in it.” I didn’t have the chance to say yes or no. He grabbed my mouth almost forcing it open shoved his cock in and pissed. “Drink it you bitch. Ahhhg yeeees good girl.” The truth be known I loved it! I swallowed as much as I could.

Klaus then continued to fuck my mouth calling me his girl, a filthy little bitch, slut and whore. Harder and faster and deeper until he exploded in my mouth filling it with heaps of his lovely thick cock juice. I swallowed as much I could and the rest was dripping out of my mouth.

He pulled his cock out of my mouth calling me his good little girl and bitch. I was pleasantly shocked by what I saw next. Three guys had been watching the show all this time with their cocks out jerking.

“You guys want to use my bitch?” asked Klaus.

“Fucking hell yes mate” came the reply from two of them.

“Let take the cunt back to your place Jim,” Klaus replied.

Klaus, Jim, Stan and I got into Jim’s car and started heading to Jim’s place. Jim and Klaus were in the front seats while I sat in the back with Stan.

“You are a hungry cock whore aren’t you” Stan teased me placing his hand on my thigh and feeling it. “Can’t wait till we get the bitch home” laughed Jim.

Stan put his arm around my and gently pulled me to him and started to put his tongue in my ear whispering what he do to me when we got to Jim’s. Klaus turned around and asked me to be his good slut and suck Stan’s cock in the back seat. I had never suck cock or got fucked in a car but there’s always a first time. Stan had his cock out of his pants and his hand at the back of my neck pushing me gently towards his cock. I lick his dick head working my tongue up and down his long shaft.

“Don’t spill your cum in my car mate” teased Jim.

“Carla will lick it clean for you” laughed Klaus.

“What??? fethiye escort Carla?” you mean Carl” said Stan.

“I gave him a girl’s name mate he’s a she- Carla.” Klaus laughed.

Oh fuck! Klaus had told me online that if I really wanted him to make me his girl I’d have to wear panties for him. They had a good a good laugh. I nearly came in my pants… fuck all this was getting too much for me. I had pre cum all over the front of my boxers. I loved it!

Jim had a very nice house overlooking the ocean. We had a more drinks. My heart was racing and my ass was tingling with anticipation of what was going to happen next.

“Hey Carla baby go into that room and put on the sexy panties daddy bought you.” Jim said. He had a sexy black and pink lacy panty at the end of the bed which I gladly put on and walked out to them.

“Oh fuck yeah!” he’s a fucking girl. Come here slut, turn around and bend over, I want to spank your sweet bum cheeks” said Jim. I did like he asked me. He placed his hands on my ass cheeks and squeezed them and then spanked them. “You naughty dirty girl you love cock don’t you slut.” “Yes I do I love daddy cocks” I whimpered. Spank! Spank!

“Come here Carla baby” barked Klaus “I want to eat your sweet pussy and play with your clit.” Spank! Spank! “You dirty little bitch” His big hands spread my smarting bum cheeks, and he started rimming me. He started rubbing my “clit” like he called it through my panties. “Fuck! This girl has cum oozing out of her clit.” He turned me around and slipped out my clit from the front of my panties and started to lick off the pre cum. OMG! I nearly exploded all over his face.

Klaus, Stan and Jim had taken off their clothes. They wanted me to stay in my panties.

“On your knees Carla girl” said Klaus. You’re going to suck cocks whore, lube us to penetrate that tight pussy of yours.” I got on my knees like a submissive little girl and began to suck their beautiful cocks- yummy they tasted so good, salty, sweet… Stan’s cock was the largest about 8″ and thick. I took turns sucking each of them.

Jim said that they should feed tow cocks at a time to “this cock hungry cunt.” Oh no! I’d never had two cocks in my mouth before. It didn’t matter because I dint have time to resist. Jim put his cock in first and the Klaus tried to insert his. After what seemed like hours of painful adjusting they slipped about three inches each of cock. I couldn’t take more than that.

Stan asked me alanya escort to sit on the floor at the end of the bed and tilt my head back and rest it on the edge of the bed. He mounted my face rubbing his cock, pre cum and balls on my face. “Open your fuck hole slut” he said and I willingly did. He inserted his cock down my throat and fuck it like there was no tomorrow. He exploded in my mouth filling it with his sweet cock juice. Klaus and Jim took turns fucking my mouth in that position.

“Get up on the bed Carla, on your hands and knees.” Klaus ordered me. You told me when we chatted online that you want a cock in your slutty mouth and male pussy. Get ready for a good pounding you fucking whore.” He pulled off my panties as I got on the bed on my hands and knees. My tight male pussy high in the air lusting for their cocks to to be forced in and pumped and filled. Klaus was the first to use my pussy while Jim sat on the bed and pulled my face into his crotch. “Suck it bitch, you like it don’t you?”

Klaus put his arms around my waist while he fucked me harder and harder. “We are going to breed you you fucking slut.” There’s nothing like being fucked hard in both holes. Klaus was the first to cum filling my pussy with his man juice. Jim pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved it up my cunt while Stan filled my mouth with his cock. Each of them seeded my pussy and ass. I felt like a slut and a bitch used like I wanted to be by these dominant mature men. They knew what they wanted and took – and I gave it.

“You’re a good girl Carla.” Jim said. We’d love to use you regularly if you like us to.”

“Oh fuck yes!” I said laughing. “I’m yours to fuck, use and share.”

“Let’s go to the bathroom slut. We have something special for you.” Klaus said as he took my hand and led me to his bathroom. It was a large bathroom. “Kneel down bitch.” I knelt my heart racing wondering what next. They stood in front of me tilted my head upward and started joking their cocks. Oh fuck yes! They were going to give me a facial. I’m not sure who shot their cum on my face first but it hit me on the eye and dripped down. Soon the other two were grunting as they sprayed they cum on my face – nose, mouth, cheeks – a nice facial LOL.

What they did next I didn’t expect. “You remember when we chatted online you said that you wouldn’t mind trying some light kink do you still want to?” Klaus asked me. “Yes I’d love to” was my response. “We are going to wash the cum on your face with our piss.” Oh fuck! I had wanted to know what being pissed on felt and here it was. They pissed on my face asking me to open my mouth to take some of it in. I was soon fucking good that i was disappointed when they stopped.

I slept the night at Klaus’s house. He asked me not to shower till i woke up in the morning. So i sleep with cum in my male pussy, mouth, face and body. Fuck it was more that good.

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Chapter Three

Joe was taking me to the highest pitch.

Hi .

In this third chapter you have joined me about an hour after I left Joe’s mobile caravan and I can tell you I am right whacked.

I have discovered that Joe does nothing in small ways. It has to be the full works and he certainly takes full advantage of me in the few hours we share together, and the time goes nowhere

But I have come to enjoy the subservience of being Joe’s twice a week guy. Having just driven home I was glad I had an extra cushion to ease my well spanked rear quarters which has become standard,

He spanks me most every time we meet now and has recently taken to using a paddle and sometimes a cane which is a real stinger.

At first I wondered if I should go with him anymore it was that bad. Although he always gives me a very gratifying massage with usually coconut oil after punishment, the hurt lingers for a day or two afterwards. Joe says that is all the better to remind me of him if perhaps my mind wanders to other guys.

He is very jealous of that, wanting to know if I have looked at another guy, and each time we meet I have to be truly honest with him and tell him, even if I have just taken a second glance at someone, and that will mean an addition to the number of times he spanked me.

Today he spanked me wearing my tight jeans, which he says, enhances the curve in my bum. He has this thing about stretching up my trousers whilst bending over his knee, to separate the cheeks. And he always had his camcorder in place to record everything we do, and of course the monitor screen so I can watch.

But whilst being thoroughly spanked, paddled or caned my head is well down, almost touching the floor I close my eyes and grit my teeth awaiting each new contact, hearing the reminiscent sound of the contact and also, if he is using the cane, the inimitable swish as it comes down on me.

I feel my pulse start to beat to the double and the renewed sting and I yell for mercy. Sometimes he pauses, usually to take a good feel of my hot red cheeks and I feel the touch of his fingers tantalizing my crotch with a promise of things to come.

That was nice as it always is, and makes the beatings worthwhile, just to enjoy the wonderful way he pampers and spoils me afterwards.

After the beating he allows me five minutes or so to gather myself. I gently rub my bum as if to rub away the pain and as I proceed to do that, it isn’t long before he kneels in front of me to enjoy his usual sniff between my crotch. I can just feel his tongue through my jeans and he tells me how good I smell and never to wash my jeans, at least not the ones I wear when I am with him. We have an arrangement that I have spare pair for spanking and fun which he hangs in his wardrobe. He has confessed that sometimes during the week when we do not see each other he likes to sniff my jeans and feel the thinness of the material behind, which is wearing with the spankings.

He says that does him a treat and he soon cums. So just for good stead he wants me to take off my jeans after a fresh spanking and wrap then over his head, where he is quite happy to spend some time sniffing my scent as he enjoys my oral extravagance of him.

It is a sort of sweet revenge that he has come down on me to severely, because I added a few well-proportioned nibbles to the sucking extravaganza and pull his balls a little more that is pleasant.

“Pete you are so cruel to me” I hear the muffled sound, his head still in my jeans.

I say nothing and deep suck him with extra strength until I can hear him gasp. It is all part of our wonderful play times together and really I like him very much, almost to the point of loving as of lately, I have come to enjoy his French kisses a lot, and the way he really massages my balls as he pushed his tongue deep into my throat, just where his cock has just been, thoroughly submerged and well sucked, his cream still lingering in my mouth which he takes pleasure in sucking up with his kiss.

It is all very lovely and our pleasure is deeply reflected in the way we love to hold and cuddle after each enthused session, sharing everything we have to reach our passionate goal. I am well numbed and seen to but even after he had taken that lovely love stick away I can still feel its presence deep up me and it is divine. The so wonderful sensations Joe could give me and no messing! – the thrust and pull like he is fucking my hole inside out.

And his fuck is always through and amazing, and even though he cums twice inside me he can still resume for a long time afterwards. He tells me just how good I am for him and how he so enjoys to fuck me after spanking especially.

He is plain dirty the way he goes about preparing me for that. He spits into me, takes me like an animal, licking and tasting me there, my asshole, my cock, everything until I am panting for his hard throbbing tekirdağ escort cock to penetrate me.

I am completely besotted in Joe. I will do what he wants when he wants and no messing. If he wants to fuck me in chains, in handcuffs or whatever, over the bedrail, the arm of the settee or simply on all fours I enjoy each and every stroke of his hand and every deep thrust of that lovely elongated cock inside me.

He has me thoroughly to the highest pitch and I am like his slave. Always ready and wanting of him, And if he bears his belt in hand I am ready. I reveal my ass like he wants me too, in jeans, in boxers or tight briefs, whatever his fancy of the day. I like it that way!

But Come July I was demoralized. Joe needed to go to New York, the other side of the ocean, for business. I was devastated but he promised t0o keep in touch via skype.

“We can still do things” he said obviously in an effort to keep me sweet. But what the hell, that was not like real physical stuff.

But I could not keep him from his bread and butter so I just had to lump it.

“At least the break will give that gorgeous ass time tore coupe, it has been very busy of late Huh Pete?” He grinned like a Cheshire cat but knew I was going to miss the sex a lot.

At least I felt he wasn’t planning to do anything with another because he asked me to promise to be good whilst he was away, and that it was just for a month and he would make up for it when he was back.

Well I tried, I did honestly but having become so accustomed to regular sex I was a plainly depressed and wanting of a good fuck inside me..

When Robert called, Joe’s pal, he asked if I would like a drink I gladly accepted. If anything did come out of it I could still keep loving Joe. But the sex was like a proverbial drug and I needed it to survive my misery.

Robert was nice. I’d met him before at one of Pete’s parties and he gave me the eye then. But now, in the confines of the pub restaurant he was giving me more than that.

“I promise to keep it quiet! He vowed, obviously thinking along the lines that I was. He made no secret about stroking my thigh beneath the table and |I certainly made no secret of resisting him doing that.

It felt nice, especially after a week of sad neglect and I enjoyed the attention anyway.

“Perhaps we could erm?” he said quietly looking towards the toilets. “He said he would go first an I could follow indiscriminately. In about two minutes.

I had never done ‘toilet bashing’ before. It was repugnant to me. But such were my needs, and with a couple of bevies inside me I was game.

I took the bait and made for the toilets, it was a bit of a rush job and he was really on for it big time. And he was certai9nly big time.

“This is just for starters then we can go back to my place okay Pete?” he said pushing his hand down my jeans pocket and feeling for my credentials..

He had a huge one on him which he feverishly exposed for my benefit and I was soon inflamed for him..

“Come on Pete, Fucking well unzip, let’s see what you’ve got then. It is okay I know you need it in your ass but that can wait unti8l later, I have plans for you.”

It was nice to feel his cock rub mine and together , standing up I the small place we enjoyed a very nice mutual wank like there was no tomorrow and he came beautifully into my briefs.

“That is just for starters, Pete. There is plenty more where that came from if you are game?”

I smiled. He felt warm and sufficient. He had a nice one on him that would truly benefit from a poke into my ass.

I was thinking I could close my eyes and pretend it was Joe.

But it turned out no way. For once he was circumcised and for twice he wanted to fuck me ass over tit, which Joe had never done.

It was different though and that great big cock of his opened a hole that had been closed too long and he was soon thrusting away devil may care into me

He noticed marks on my rear and queried what they were about.

“Joe likes to spank me” I replied and then he said something that made me wonder if being with this guy was right for me.

“Well each to his own. For me it is golden rain” he announced without hesitation and suggested we get into a shower together so he could demonstrate.

I think I’d reached my port if destination and politely told him I had better leave, that it was getting late.

“What a fuckin’ shame” he said loudly like he was really angry, I could really piss over your ass then fuck it sore.”

I said no thanks, not my scene,

“Then I have no alternative than to let the cat out of the fuckin’ bag” he yelled.

“I will have to tell Joe of our little bit of fun tonight.”

But even so, I could not go through that. And anyway I felt sick after his fucking, we weren’t’t quite compatible in many way. The chemical tokat escort attraction was missing. The attraction I had with Joe. I hadn’t noticed at the time he was fucking me although I didn’t like his taste. His cock was nice to suck until he came and that really put me off. Although the fuck was nice because it was something I really needed. But never the golden rain, never that.

I made my exit quickly and hoped he would not tell Joe when he got home

Chapter Four. Golden rain.

“Well did you miss me then?” Joe whispered during mid-fuck.

It was like he was an addict for my body. Before that and just after I’d called at his door, apart from just a quick greeting he’d said nothing. He was too intent on stripping down my jeans and having me over the arm of his plush red leather settee.

Usually he would indulge in his constitutional spanking and oral stuff but such was his lust, he forwent all that and went in for the kill.. And did I know it!

“I would maybe thought you would have been a little tight” Joe gushed holding himself deep inside me as we indulged in just a gentle movement to feel each other’s strong beat. That is another thing I adored about Joe. He knew how to get the very best out of me and the feel of his hardness throbbing inside me was a thrill always.

“But I guess you used the vibrators Huh to keep my hole serviced?”

Straight to the point. That was Joe.

“Something like that” I replied. Knowing the size of Robert’s cock was perhaps an inch longer. For me quality mattered more than size, even though I enjoyed Robert’s fuck it could never be up to Joe’s standard.

“You are a fucking’ tease, do you know that?” Joe grinned, easing his cock right up me then.

“Well here it is, the real thing Pete, better than any of your fuck toys eh?”

“Without a doubt” I replied feeling the surge of his fuck begin to take me to the full.

“Tell you what, Pete, I have missed your ass. Such was my agony missing it that I almost phoned for the services of a rent boy. But then I thought it could never be the same as you, no matter how much I imagined. It is the quality you see, So have you been a good boy for me?”

“Of course” I lied. Hoping for the life of me that Robert would not spill the beans.

“Your hole seems as supple as always, give me a good sucking after I have spilled huh? and I will tender your body in the way you have become accustomed.”

“Sounds good” I murmured feeling his fuck grow and build and sinking into a beautiful oblivion as he took me full throttle. Grasping the sides of my buttocks to hold me steadfast as he blasted his cock into me.

I think after that deep fucking, he had really missed me and I sort of felt a guilt because I let Robert have me. Should I tell him and be done with it? I asked myself, because Robert said he would tell anyway.

But I didn’t want that. I craved over Phil, He was the best thing that had ever happened to me and his sexual preferences were second to none.

Then how could I tell him. How would he react for one thing and maybe things between us could never be the same again?

After Joe had served me to the full, after we’d partaken in mutual oral satisfaction and I was home again in my pad, I telephoned Robert to say it would be okay for him to do what he wanted. I dreaded the thought but I was determined to keep Joe sweet.

Robert was delighted and asked if I could call in the morning, He had a late call and a session with me would put him right for the hectic afternoon in his office ahead.

So I called and braced myself for his particular diversity. I decided just to go through the motions thinking all the time that this was my penance for not being honest with Joe. And if this was going to be a one of that would be fine.

But Robert was truly perverted and contrived to stress that making love with golden rain was something very special that I would simply love.

He was all of a tether when he arrived, standing there in his shorts and not looking attractive at all, especially as he was groping himself like he was doing it for my pleasure. He was a stout guy with a few unattractive flab’s around his lower region which did not give me a particular urge to touch him, as he then asked me to.

He pulled it out and murmured something about it being very elastic and subtle and how it would be better stuffed up my fucking asshole than just being perked up like that awaiting for my attention.

I simply hated the idea of touching him after what he told me about his bent for golden rain. It was aright the last and first time we’d fucked., because I was Immersed in the lust in missing Joe I submitted to him freely and yes I did enjoy his fuck. But now it seemed like just something I had to do because of Joe and as he led me to the shower room I felt like a lamb being trabzon escort take for slaughter.

I had managed to give him a quick jerking off downstairs but managed to put off the oral bit. He seemed happy with that though and said he looked forward to initiating me into the pleasure of golden rain. Before we went upstairs to the bathroom he said I should drink plenty and I had a good idea why he said that.

In the bathroom he stripped me with great urgency and did things like stretching the cheeks of my ass apart, slapping them and telling me to bend this way and then that. I went through the notions hoping the morning would soon pass but he was intent on getting the best out of me, his words. Giving me all the stuff about my having a great fuckin’ ass made for the trickle of golden rain, and then he’d fuck it taking in the magical odour into his nostrils. And likewise I could do the same with him, The trick then was to share our waters and indulge in a long and satisfying oral rhapsody that was good for the soul and a splendid introductory to a final deep fucking.

He was talking like a preacher man, his head now jerking off my cock which was fully immersed in his throat. His hands gentle coupled squeezing my balls to satisfaction and I did enjoy that. I always do. There is something op very satisfying and special about being sucked and balled, that certain feeling so wonderful and sensual.

Jane Austin wrote a book about Pride and Prejudice, I could equally write one about sense and sexual sensuality. With Joe taking me in so many way and now this new experience with Robert I reckon I could soon fill a few chapters.

I may do that. See how this one goes.

Anyway with balls well squeezed and cock sucked I was upright and ready to let Robert have his way with me, just to get it over and done with. He led me naked now in the shower compartment, large enough for two or more.

“Just jig me up a little” he said guiding my hand to his erection once more. “Stretch it right back and then I will tell you what to do”

I did as he asked. I felt it and jigged it He places his big hands behind against his buttocks, pushing himself forward to present me with his best. It was fine. I’d handled a cock or two but never with the knowledge that soon it would be spurting pee all over wherever he chose.

Then holding his cock tight at the end he told me just to stand there, close my eyes and feel the happening.

I heard him sigh and felt the heat of a strong spurt of fluid contact my lower tummy and run down my thighs, and over my cock too.

I opened my eyes and he was squeezing his cock to control the spurt and asked me to turn and bend,.

His pee was steaming and smelt like a horse.

“I want this to spurt right up you ass” he said.

I twisted and opened my legs to take the stream of hot fluid . I felt it contact my rear and dribble down between.

It was like when I remembered being little , when I could not wait to reach the toilet and wet my trousers. My Mum gave me a good spanking for that and I guess that has something to do with liking to be spanked now I was grown up, especially by Joe.

But now I was with Robert, being pissed with what he called his golden rain on and wondering what would come next, would he want to fuck my pissed up ass now or what?

The ‘or what’ was he kneeled and sucked my ass all over. He was like a hungry animal pushing and probing everywhere. But the worse part of all that is when he stood up again, twisted me to face him and pressed his urine saturated mouth to mine!

I was sort of going through the motions, hoping upon hope that I would never have to do this again, and that Robert would not hold me to regular sessions on the premise that he would tell Jo about me and him.

“You look so good glistening in piss, Pete. Now I want you to do the same over me. He went to his knees and placed his face deliberately beneath my pee range, opened his mouth and closed his eyes.

Could I do this? Was I completely mad or something?

But that is what he wanted and that is what he got. Full flow too. I had never ever pissed on a guy before and to see the utter pleasure was something I shall never forget.

Who would have thought anyone could get pleasure this way. It was surely it was unhygienic and highly unethical.

And yet, it sounds crazy, but somehow I felt an inkling of perverted sexual pleasure when it came to my turn. Not like when he washed me but now I was doing it to him, and watching his reaction, I felt definitely something there that I had never felt before.

Another learning cures, there are lots of things we don’t know about ourselves until such an opportunity arises.

When I was spent out he thanked me, telling me I was highly desirable and he loved my flavour.

“No we are nicely garnished and I am too let me fuck that beautiful golden ass once again, I will fuck you to the hilt and ball you too, just to show how grateful I am for what you did, for no other guy has done that for me.

It was a learning curve and no mistake. And yet there was something very special and deeply satisfying about it.

But I knew I could never do such a thing with Jo. Not as though he would want me to anyway.

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When I left the school that day I was a little confused. For those who aren’t sure of what I’m talking about, I had sex with two of my teachers.

Anyway, the problem is, I don’t know how, but one day, Robins call me.

“How the hell did he get my phone number?” I thought.

“Dave, it’s me.”

“Hi, Mr. Robins.”

“Please, call me Mark.”

‘Till then it was fine. But the trouble was next.

“I’d like to go out with you. I know you stare at me during my lectures. It’s okay, I stare at you too.”

I really don’t know why but in that moment, just hearing his male strong voice made me have an erection.

“o-ok.” I said. I was scared as shit, I didn’t know what to do or say.

“What about tonight? I know a great bar and we can have sometime together to, y’know get to know each other better.”

“Ha… um… can you pick me?”

“Sure, no problem. Is seven good for you?”

“Excellent.”

Oh My God, I was about to go on a date with a man. With my teacher!!!!

Of course I already had some experiences in relationship with another guys, but they were only a little bit older than me, and I mean, Mark was 32!!! I’m only 18!!!

Few hours later, he stopped in front of my house. I was shaking.

We went to a bar. A gay bar. Now comes the surprise. Half of the football team was there, and don’t ask me what they were doing!!!

They were doing each other!!!

As I looked around the bar, I saw Jonathan Taylor, only the hottest guy on the football team. He was heading to the bathroom. I had my needs too so I went there too.

“Wait me here, okay?” I said to Mark.

“OK.” He replied.

When I entered, there was completely silence. I entered a little booth and shut the door behind me. Suddenly I heard someone moaning. I finished peeing and got out of the booth. I looked below each door and in one of the booth were Jonathan, probably jerking off. Suddenly his head appeared above the door. He was staring at me.

“Wanna come here and help me?” he asked.

“Do what?” I asked, pretending a little innocent voice.

“You know goddamn well… come on, you’ll love it.”

He opened erzurum escort the door. His cock was jumping out of his boxers. His pants were already down.

“Y’know, I came with someone.”

“I don’t care.”

Violently he pulled me inside the booth and locked the door. He forced his hand on my mouth so I couldn’t scream.

“I always wanted to know what it feels to fuck a little fag.” He whispered in my ear.

Although he was making fun of me, I liked his voice. It was sexy and rude. Everything I want in a man.

Then, he turned me around, pushing me strongly to the wall. He licked my neck, making me go nuts. His hands were going through my whole body and he was rubbing his cock on my butt.

“Stay quiet.” He ordered.

I obeyed him. He pushed my pants down as he licked my back, making me chill. Slowly he put his tongue

inside my ass. I felt his tongue going further and further. I never thought a tongue could go that far.

“God Jonathan, you’re good.” I said among my moans.

Then he stood up and stick his huge cock inside my ass.

“You like it, Dave? You like my cock? Say that you like my cock.”

“Yeah, I love your cock.”

His cock was thrusting into my asshole, harder and harder. Suddenly I didn’t feel more pleasure. I only feel pain.

“Stop, you’re hurting me.”

“Common, I’ll cum in a second. You’ll love it.”

“Please stop.”

He continuing fucking me, harder and harder. He grabbed my dick and started to jerk off. Even denying it, I was starting to like it. To be raped by the hottest guy on school isn’t something that happens every day.

He fucked me harder and harder as he jerk off me. In seconds, I screamed and cum was all over the place.

“Get down on your knees, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please don’t”. I actually wanted. I wanted it bad.

As he cummed in my face, I screamed. In that moment Mark entered the bathroom.

“Hey Dave where are you? Why are you taking so long?” Mark shout.

Without thinking, I screamed: “HELP!”

He realized where the sound was coming from and kicked the door, eskişehir escort which fell on the floor.

He saw me on my knees. I was almost crying. Mark and Jonathan got into a really big fight and Mark got hurt. Jonathan punched him in the eye. After twenty minutes, both were thrown out of the club. I joined Mark.

“Dave I’m sorry this night had to be this way.” He said, holding his face in pain.

“No problem.” I smiled.

“I wanted this night to be perfect. I mean, I was gonna tell you something.”

“Tell me now.”

He took my hand and leaded me to his car. He drove to his house.

It was a great house. His bedroom was three times bigger than mine, and he had a huge bed. I noticed the bed was for couples. I started to think. “Was he married?”

He sat on the bed and pulled me closer to him.

“Dave, since the first day in school I couldn’t take my eyes of you. And after that day, I realized my feelings for you were only getting stronger. I needed to have you. I want to have you, as a friend, as a lover, as a mate. Would you like it to be?”

Without even thinking I shouted “YES!!!”

I threw myself in his arms and we kissed. For the first time in my life I was happy kissing a man.

Mark lay on the bed. I was on top of him. He slowly took my shirt off and I took his. I felt his cock pumping through his pants. I lay down next to him and looked deep in his eyes.

I really don’t know why, but he asked me:

“Do you love me?”

I always thought love was strong thing, but I was sure of my answer.

“Yes. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We kissed and hugged. We stayed there for some minutes. Then I moved to his cock area and took his pants off. He had a completely erection. I swallowed everything and played with his balls. His fingers were going deeper and deeper. I sucked his dick like I would rip it out of him. His moans only were getting me hornier and I worked really good on his cock.

“Turn around.” He whispered in my ear.

We started a great 69, his tongue was hot and was getting my ass all wet. His hands were gaziantep escort massaging my butt as I used mine to rub his legs. It was a little hairy and thick. Only looking at it I was almost cumming.

“I wanna fuck your ass” he moaned.

He took out of his drawer a condom. Safe sex only, of course.

I slipped the condom on his hard cock and sat on it. I was riding his cock for good, it kept entering my ass further and further. I thought it would go through me. I was rubbing his pecs. What a pecs, thick, hairy and huge. My hands were rubbing it as he moaned, making me cum.

Then I thought “let’s make this more fun”. I got out of him and looked for…. WOW!!!! I didn’t have any ideas he would have it, but it helped me a lot. Handcuffs. 4 of them.

Mark looked at me and said:

“Go for it.”

Now it was a wild thing. Mark trapped on the bed, I’m on control of the situation. I never rode his cock so hard. Then I turn around so he would see my back and kept riding his cock, more and more. The bed was about to brake. When I felt we would cum, I got out of him, took out the condom and sucked his huge cock hard. I sucked more and more, frenetically. He couldn’t do anything. He was so hot, he was trying to brake the handcuffs. I kept sucking, harder and harder. I passed my hand through his whole body, making him go wild. He went. Cum was all over my face. He was cumming like he never cum before. It didn’t stop and I was doing what I could do to swallow everything. He kept cumming for like almost a minute and a half. Believe me, he was satisfied. I saw the smile on his face. I jumped on him and as I passed my hand on his legs and they were coming up to his chest, I kissed him with my mouth still full of cum. Our tongues with his cum made an excellent taste. After the kiss, we just kept looking at each other for some time. Then I let him go and I went wash my mouth.

Later we were on the bed, on each other arms. During that almost two hours I didn’t think of anything else.

But then something hit me.

“What about Mr. Thompson?”

He kissed my forehead and said:

“Let’s just think about us now.”

And we did. And we were happy for that. I called my mother and I said I would stay at a friend’s house.

Me and Mark slept together, for the first time, just the two of us, connected by our love for each other.

In the next morning, me in my house already, the phone called. It was Mr. Thompson.

“Can I have a word with you Dave?”

To Be Continued…

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Today was my birthday. I just turned 20 & I was determined to suck my first cock tonight. I have been practicing on my 7in flesh colored dildo. I was finally able to get it all the way down my throat.

I grabbed a backpack and threw in a bottle of water, a towel, lube and one of my favorite anal toys. A white 10 inch dildo that was a little under 2.5 inches thick.

I drove to the local adult bookstore and found a corner booth in the backroom. It had exactly what I was looking for, a gloryhole.

My mind raced with the thought of a hard dick in my mouth as I stripped naked. Pre cum was already dripping from my semi erect cock. I laid the towel on the ground and got on my knees.

I watched the video I rented, a young boy was deepthroating a big dick while getting his ass fingered.

Then I heard a knock on the wall, I turned to see a hard white cock slip through the hole in the wall. It was probably around 7 inches long and not to girthy.

I reached up grabbed the base of the cock.

I licked the head of the penis, it was soft and spongy.

‘He goes nothing.’ I thought as I parted my lips and slowly took him into my mouth.

I stopped halfway düzce escort down the shaft and twirled my tongue around the tip.

I started to bob my head back and forth, inching the cock down my throat until reached the base.

I continued to bob my head back and forth, keeping a tight seal with my lips.

I felt like such a slut sucking my first dick. I felt my penis getting hard, without even me touching it.

I suddenly felt his dick swell up and I knew what was gonna happen next.

Now, I’ve swallowed my own cum many times but, this will be the first time I’ve had anybody else’s in my mouth.

He started cumming a salty sweet load into my mouth. It coated my tongue and I continued to suck on his pulsating penis as I swallowed all of his cum.

As the cock disappeared back into the wall, I sat back to think about what I’ve done.

I just gave a random guy a blowjob and swallowed his seamen.

I loved it and wanted more.

I was really horny and I wanted to give my ass some attention. Still on my knees, I grabbed the lube and the dildo. I put lube on my fingers and reached around to edirne escort penetrate my eager hole. Then I positioned the dildo underneath me and I slowly sat back on the toy. I eased the head into my awaiting hole and continued to sit back on the dildo, pushing more of it into my ass.

I adjusted to the girth of the toy in my ass and started to ride the dildo slowly. I started picking up the pace and the length of my strokes and pretty soon I was able to get the dildo balls deep in my ass.

Soon I heard another knock on the wall and an erect dark cock slipped through the hole. It was about 8 inches long and thicker than the last one. I reached up and started to jerk the cock.

I had a hard dick in my hand and a dildo in my ass. I was going to cum soon.

I suddenly had a naughty idea. I stood up and jerked my cock over the big erect dick. It only took a few pumps and I shot a big, thick load all over his dick.

I got back on my knees, put the dildo back in my ass and started to suck his big dick covered in my own cum.

I love the taste of my cum and for some reason it tasted even better today. Perhaps elazığ escort it was the fact that I was licking it off a hard dick while I was bouncing up and down on my 10 inch dildo.

I continue to bob my head back and forth, sucking his big dick.

I rode the dildo fast and deep. I had it timed where everytime I deepthroated his cock, I had a dildo buried deep in my ass.

I was getting stuffed from both ends. My dick twitched and started to leak more cum.

I spit roasted myself for another 10 minutes before I felt his dick pulse in my mouth and shoot a big thick load into the back of the throat. As I pulled his dick out of my mouth he continued to cum all over my freshly shaven face. There was a lot of cum.

As the cock disappeared through the hole in the wall, I continued to pound my ass while cum dripped from my face.

‘I’m such a whore’ I thought to myself, as I scraped the cum off my face into my mouth with my finger. It had a sweet musky taste. I held it in the mouth and swirled it around my tongue, savoring the flavor.

I started to stroke my now hard dick while riding a big thick 10in dildo with a mouthful of cum.

It did not take me to long to cum myself. I swallowed the big load that I was savoring in my mouth. I licked my fingers clean of my own cum and I pulled the dildo out of my gaping asshole.

I rolled up everything in the towel and stuffed it inside the backpack. I put on my clothes and left the bookstore.

‘Not bad for my first time’ I thought.

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Greg *

I pushed Eli down on the bed with a hard shove and fell on top of him. He laughed. It was a great, joyous sound.

“You have no idea how hot you are,” I said.

“I’m not hot,” he said.

“The fact that you don’t know it, just makes you even hotter,” I said. I nibbled little bites up his neck. “And don’t contradict me again. You’re the fucking hottest thing on the planet. The only thing hotter than looking at you, and hearing you laugh, and showering with you, is knowing I get to be inside you.”

Eli arched up into me. I nestled my erection into his hip. He had come in the shower but I hadn’t, and I wanted him. I was torn between wanting to rush and wanting to definitely not rush.

“So,” I said teasingly. “You want me to lead…totally.”

He flushed deeply from his head to toes; it was the darkest grey I’d seen him go so far, his skin probably looked purple.

“Oh, you heard that.”

“Oh, yeah,” I growled. “I heard that.”

His skin actually got darker.

I laughed. “It’s okay, baby.” I kissed down his nose, his cheeks, his jaw, the places that had just changed color. They were warm. “I like it.”

Eli closed his eyes and looked like he was concentrating on his breathing, deep breaths in through his nose and out through his mouth.

“As a matter of fact,” I said and I ground my cock against his, which was already semi-hard again, “I really like it.”

He smiled up at me; it was beatific, positively angelic.

“I want to do what you like,” he said softly.

Inwardly I groaned. My cock twitched against him.

“But, I don’t know what that is?”

The way he made it a question had the show me, tell me, please, part laced right into it.

I’m not someone who usually dates younger guys, but something about his innocence and openness was a huge turn on.

“I mean, do you like…” He put his hand out, palm down, then slid it around until it was palm up. The way he made the motion I thought he was caressing something at first, it took me a second to figure out what he was getting at.

I shook my head. “I’m a total top,” I said. I could see from his facial expression that he hadn’t heard that saying before. I watched as he digested the meaning and then his face relaxed. He smiled.

“I’ve bottomed before, it’s just not my thing,” I said. I paused. “I mean, it feels really good.”

His face screwed up.

“But it doesn’t feel right.”

Eli’s face relaxed again. I liked that he was so easy to read. No guessing with this one.

I kissed down his chest until I came to his nipples and sucked on one for a bit. I kissed down his body, enjoying how incredibly smooth his fresh-washed skin was. There was just something about him.

“I want you so much, Eli,” I said. My voice came out low and husky and he arched up into me again. “But…”

He stared up at me, so completely open and vulnerable to my lead. Something in my heart broke.

“But I want to do everything right. I want to talk to you, listen to you, know you.”

“Right now?” he said.

“Well,” I said. “Maybe not right now, maybe in a minute.” I wanted to kiss the top of his head and work down, not missing anywhere. I got distracted kissing his ear, then his jaw.

I forced myself to go slowly. I didn’t want Eli to think that I just wanted his body. Although, boy did I want it. I wanted him to know it was him, all of him, that had captured my interest.

I rubbed my nose near his crotch. “I want to teach you to do so many, dirty, filthy, things. Really nasty,” I said. I looked up at him and smiled.

He smiled back at me. Then he apparently thought of something that bothered him and his face went quickly from panic to disgust. I was trying to talk dirty to him, not freak him out.

I scooted up next to him. He started choking. Whatever he had thought of was making him gag! I slid one arm behind his shoulders. Worry spiked through me. What the hell could bother him so much? Last night he offered to blow me, so the idea of having my cock in his mouth couldn’t be what had him gagging so badly. What was it?

“Eli,” I said firmly. “Eli!” Shit, shit, shit. “What are you thinking about?”

He shook his head, embarrassed I think, to say whatever had him all caught up.

“Breathe, baby, breathe.” I forced myself to breathe very slowly, hoping he’d mimic my pattern. I gathered him in close and held his chin. “We are not, EVER, going to do anything that makes you react like that.”

He made one last retching sound and calmed down. I’d have to be really careful with him. “Baby,” I said. I pulled him close to me and stroked the side that wasn’t up against me. “Sssh… I’m a perv, but I’m not that much of a perv.”

His coloring went back to normal. I kissed his cheek and stroked down his chest. “But you’ve got me really curious now, baby, what were you thinking about?”

A fresh stain appeared on his cheeks. He shook his head.

Damn, he’s cute when he’s embarrassed. “Let me think,” I said. What would have him gagging? I could only think of one thing.

“Snowballing?”

He started choking again.

“Sshh, bursa escort sshh, shhh.” A fierce desire to protect him rose up in me. I straddled him and grabbed his face in my palms. “Listen to me, Eli. We will never, ever do anything you don’t want to do. Never.”

He calmed a little, but not enough.

“That’s not my thing, doesn’t turn me on. I don’t want to see you drink your own cum.”

He relaxed.

I do however want to see you drink mine, I thought. But it wasn’t the moment for more dirty talk.

I got off him and gathered him to my side again. “Trust me, I can think of a thousand fantasies that are super hot.” I started caressing him and pulled him up against me even harder. “Fuck. The reality is super hot. I don’t need anything that doesn’t put you over the moon to get my rocks off.”

I took his hand and put it on my dick, which was still pretty hard.

“You do that Eli, you.” I took his hand off my cock and he whimpered.

“I am going to find out what turns you on and you are going to find out what turns me on. We’re not going to do anything we don’t both like. It seems like we’re in a pretty good synch so far.”

He nodded.

I started bring my hand from his side to his crotch, making big circles over his hip, balls, cock, abdomen, and back to his side. He thrust his hips up.

Seeing him react, it was all right there, all his emotions so close to the surface.

“Baby,” I whispered. “I would rip apart anyone who ever threatened you. Growl and take down anyone who wanted to hurt you. And I certainly would never put you in a position you where you might feel bad, or uncomfortable, and I put you there myself. Never.”

I didn’t know where the words were coming from. He looked up at me like I was a hero. Fuck. But I guess that was okay because right now I felt like I would step in front of a speeding bullet for him.

“Baby, please,” I whispered. I kissed his ear. I just didn’t know what else to say to him to let him know how great he was. “You don’t know,” I said. “I don’t have words for it. How I want to make everything special for you.”

There was no way to describe how big he made me feel. I scooted down and kissed the back of one of his knees. I kissed my way up the back of his thighs. I opened his legs wider, and continued kissing up, but when he realized where I was heading he backed away from me shaking his head.

“Gross,” he said.

I wrapped a firm arm around his lower stomach and dragged him back to me. “Eli…” I said firmly and I let the just the hint of a reprimand skim through my tone. “Trust me. You have to trust me.” I yanked him back down into the middle of the bed and opened his legs further.

I could feel his nervousness and I could tell he didn’t want me to tongue his hole. “Eli, look at me,” I said very firmly. I let my fingers trace where I was going to go, close, but not inside. “Okay?”

He nodded. My entire chest got hot, maybe because I was flooded with emotion by how much he trusted me when he was so vulnerable like this. I kissed the taught back of his thigh and up to where it met the curve of his ass. I let my tongue reach and just barely trace the delicate skin near where outside changed to inside, almost but not quite reaching the sunburst of lines where I’d enter him. And I licked so carefully, teasing, staying clearly on the side of safety.

Eli arched up off the bed. Suddenly something changed for me. It wasn’t about my pleasure, or our pleasure. It was about him. And letting him know we were connected. But more than that. It was about pouring everything I could into all these touches to let him know I would do anything I could to lead him into the most wonderful romance. I scooted up beside him and dragged a finger down his sternum and then circled his heart.

He opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Baby,” was all I could say. I tried to infuse something into my voice, all the tenderness and want and expansion I felt. But it was impossible. I clasped one of his hands to mine and held it over my heart.

“Yeah, I want to bury myself in you, over and over,” I whispered. “But it’s not a good idea, not so soon after last night.”

Eli made a face like he was going to say he could take it whether it made him sore or not. I shook my head.

“There will be plenty of time for that, sweetheart. Plenty. Now, I just want to connect with you.” I squeezed his hand tighter.

He smiled at me, bright as the sun.

“You turn me into a mush, Eli,” I said. “I’m not usually like this.” I bit his earlobe. “I’m a big, tough, strong guy,” I said. I licked the shell of his outer ear. “All this sappy stuff, well…”

I looked at him and he was grinning like an idiot. I nuzzled my face into his neck. I had to switch the hand that was holding his into my other hand so I could have my right hand free to stroke him.

“Spend the day with me?” I asked.

He nodded.

“I’m usually pretty private, but you just strip my defenses raw,” I said.

He shrugged.

“Look at me, E.”

He did.

We çanakkale escort stayed like that, staring intently at each other, holding our clasped hands over his heart, with me stroking his side, and his belly, and near his cock, caressing him, ever so slowly.

Finally I said, “Close your eyes,” and he did. I just watched him, the most beautiful tableau I’ve ever seen. I reached down and grabbed that hard column, barely moving at first, just letting him feel.

I increased my pace steadily, watching every little change. How his mouth opened slightly, and his breathing got shorter and louder. How his eyes scrunched tight as he tried to fight it. I locked his torso tight into mine as he arched up and bit his lip. Watched the glorious, riotous bloom of pleasure on his face the second before he exploded all over his stomach and my hand.

Eli opened his eyes and looked at me like I was some type of God. For as long as I live, I’ll never forget it.

I got a cloth to clean him up, and gathered him to me. I just held him, cuddling him and holding him as he drifted off. I had a fierce desire to show him parts of my life, everything from what my classes were like to joining in the racket ball game I had scheduled for later this afternoon.

I wondered what he thought about assisting teaching at the U. Did he even live nearby? We had so much to talk about.

He was completely limp in my arms, and his breathing lengthened.

One step at a time Keemosabe.

Maybe it had been a mistake, jumping into bed with him so soon. I wanted to woo him. Maybe I could start over in a way, and woo him fresh, every day.

I’d have to think of a plan. Because I wanted everything about his introduction into… whatever this was, to be as perfect as I could make it.

I wouldn’t fail.

Maybe every date, every sexcapade I’d had until this moment was practice for this.

Who knows?

I was content to watch him. Eventually my eyelids got heavy and I shifted him slightly so his head was resting on my chest. I breathed in the fresh scent of his hair.

I couldn’t remember ever being so content.

I’d take him out on a real date tonight if he was free.

Hopefully this was a start of something really good.

*

I cancelled my racket ball game. I offered that Eli could come with, but he’d never played before, and three people on one court with a newbie could be a little much.

“The mathematical probability that I’d get hit or trip over my own feet or both is pretty good,” Eli said. “Close to one hundred percent.”

Part of me wanted to spend all day in bed with him, but I didn’t want to overload him, or wear him out.

We went for a walk instead.

We ended up at a street fair that was going on at a park. I’m not a big public displays of affection guy, and being with Eli didn’t change that, but I found I often put my hand on his lower back to steer him through the crowd, or held hands while we looked at something.

I bought him a corn dog on a stick, and he ate it with no thought at all to how absolutely sexy he looked doing it. He was just pure pleasure. I also bought him a large salted pretzel, which he fed me a bite of, and I lingered just a second to long, licking his fingers.

I wanted to buy him something, but I didn’t really see anything appropriate. There were a lot of big paintings, and pottery, and silver jewelry, but nothing that really seemed like it was right for him. Yet, I wanted to commemorate the day.

Finally we came to a booth that had these small prints laminated on key chains. I found one I liked. It had multiple shades, going from light to dark. I picked it up.

“What color is it?” I whispered to Eli.

He looked at it and then at me. “It’s a series of reds. Carroty-red, orangey, pinkish, warm red, burgundy.”

“So it’s like you then,” I said. “A perfect combination of amazing colors.”

He blushed.

“We’ll take it,” I said to the clerk.

I gave it to Eli, and brushed a soft kiss on his cheek. “I want you to have something from this weekend.”

He blushed again, and I could see what he was thinking.

I laughed. “Something else from this weekend.”

Eli took the key chain and immediately put his keys on it. “I love it,” he said.

“I’m glad.”

I took his hand in mine and we walked the rest of the way up one side of the street and back the other. The sun was shining, the sound of kids laughing percolated through the adult conversations, and the smells of food from the street vendors as we passed by all added to the perfection of the day.

We found a place in the park to sit down, and sat on the grass.

“Can I ask you something?” Eli asked.

“Sure,” I said.

“Ah…”

I just stared at him. “What?”

“Um, what’s you ethnicity?”

I laughed. “You’re wondering about my tan,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said, and looked embarrassed. He blushed, but just very slightly.

“I mean, you don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I don’t mind,” I said. “You can ask me anything, Eli. Really. rize escort I’m mostly French and English, and I’m part Native American. So this is as light as I get. I’ll get even darker in the summer.”

“I like it,” he whispered.

“I’m glad. My maternal grandmother is three-quarters Cherokee, and she grew up on a reservation. I spent all my summers there as a kid, with my sister and my cousins, learning the traditions.”

“Neat,” Eli said.

I laughed at that, because it seemed like such a childish word.

“Is your grandmother still alive?”

“Yeah, she lives with my parents now. I see them a lot.”

Eli nodded.

“What about you?” I asked.

“What about me? Oh. Um, let’s see. I’m Irish and Polish. My family has been in the United States for over a century. And I’m Jewish.”

“Really?”

“A hundred percent.”

I didn’t really have anything to say to that.

“My family’s not very religious though. We celebrate all the major holidays, but that’s about it.”

“Did you have a…” it took me a second to think of the right word, “Bar mitzvah?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I was so nervous I broke out in hives, it was really embarrassing. But I’m glad I did it.”

We were quiet for a few minutes after that.

“When did you know you were gay?” Eli asked me.

I shrugged. “I guess I was about twelve or thirteen and I sort of suspected.”

“Me too,” he said.

I lay back on the grass and pulled Eli next to me.

“I should have courted you more,” I said. “Maybe not slept with you on the first date, not even a date.”

“It was perfect,” Eli said.

“I can buy you a nice dinner tonight,” I said.

“Whatever,” Eli said. “I’d love a nice dinner. I’d also be just as happy with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as long as it’s with you.”

He started turning color and slapped his hands over his face.

“Damn fair coloring,” he said.

“I like it,” I said. “I’ll never have to guess with you.”

“Well, that’s great for you. Me, I don’t get to hide or win at poker.”

I laughed.

“Come on, Eli, let’s walk back.”

He told me stories about his brothers as we walked back.

Once we got home, I looked on the internet, and found a fancy Italian restaurant that I thought would make for a good date night. We got a romantic table in the back, and I made sure Eli ate until he was full, which was a lot of food, for a somewhat skinny guy, he could put it away.

When we were done, it was time to drive him home. Part of me didn’t want him to leave.

“Where do you live, kiddo?”

“In Statesburg,” he said.

Yikes.

“I can take a bus, if it’s too far.”

“No, no, don’t be silly, baby. I’ll drive you. It’s late. I don’t mind.” And I didn’t. I opened the car door for him. Statesburg was about an hour and a half away, the way I drove, when there was no traffic, which there wasn’t.

He was easy to talk to. We talked math theory, and physics, TV shows, and movies.

“Hey, I have a question,” he said.

“What?”

“What’s the deal with Pluto being downgraded from a planet?”

I laughed. “I had nothing to do with that,” I said.

“I mean, I liked Pluto.”

“Yeah, baby,” I said. “Me too.”

Then we were at his place. It was a small three-story building, in what looked like a so-so neighborhood.

“I live with two roommates,” he said.

I nodded.

“I need your number, baby,” I said.

We both took out our phones. I called his, then we were set. He started to open his door, but I stopped him.

“I can’t see you this week,” I said. “This is the last week of classes before final exams. I have extra office hours, teacher assistant evaluations to complete, and papers to grade.”

“Okay,” he said, and for once I couldn’t read him.

“But I’d really like to see you again. Next weekend?”

He smiled. Big, bright, and beautiful.

“I’d like that.”

I reached over and kissed him. He tasted wonderful, like the tiramisu he had for desert, and under that, strong, willing male.

“Baby,” I said, softly pulling his forehead to mine.

“I need a nickname for you,” he whispered.

“I need a good one for you, Blushes. All the ones I have sound too mushy, and I’m not a mushy guy.”

“So you say,” he said. He smiled. He nipped at my lower lip, and then he was gone.

I waited until he was in his building, and then I drove away. I pulled over just a few blocks later.

I put my head against the steering wheel. I had only known him the weekend, but he definitely got under my skin.

“I don’t think I’ve ever liked someone so much,” I said out loud to myself. That scared me a little. I banged my head against the steering wheel once, twice. “I shouldn’t be this possessive. I just met him.” I stopped talking out loud but I knew what I was thinking, at some point, he would probably need to date someone else to get some more experience. But I felt like if any one else touched him, I’d beat them to a pulp.

“Get a grip,” I told myself.

I put the car in gear and drove. After a few minutes I had a silly grin on my face. It had been a great day.

*

The week went by unbearably slow. It seemed like all my students had fried their brains. The University had some computer breakdown in payroll and everyone’s checks were delayed. The library had a small fire, and the water damage from the sprinklers caused major problems.

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After we made love for the second time, Matt and I continued to cuddle. We moved from bed to his couch, I sat close next to him and leaned on his shoulder as he put his arm around me.

“I’m happy we are a couple now,” I said to him.

“You know we will have to hide it,” he replied. I nodded, agreeing with him.

“You really don’t mind being with a boy? Do you think you are gay or bi now?”

“I don’t know. I never thought of being with a man. But it never really worked when I was with women either,” he admitted.

“I’m just glad and thankful you accepted me,” I said and gave him a peck on his lips.

At the time I still didn’t know why he actually did accept me and allowed me to get so close to him. I was just thinking about how happy I am to have him. Being with him gave me this certain feeling of being safe and being loved. I finally had someone who I could open up to completely and he won’t judge or laugh at me. I was also quite pleasantly surprised with the way he treated me, compared to the way he treated everyone else around him.

Matt opened another beer for us and we cuddled in silence. I enjoyed his slow, deep breathing and explored his body with my fingers, trying to find which places bring him the most pleasure when I touch him. Quiet moans would leave his mouth when I would softly pinch his nipples or run my fingers on his inner thighs.

He turned on the TV with a football match on and he expressed the wish that I pleasure him while he watches the game. I got down on the floor between his legs, stroking him slowly all the way from his chest to his semi-erect cock. His eyes were focused on the screen, but he has let me know that he isn’t ignoring me by softly stroking my hair and face. I started by kissing his fat hairy belly and licking his bellybutton, after which I had to take out couple of fluffy pieces out of my mouth. As I was doing that I softly touched his cock with one hand and his nipple with the other. The muğla escort team he was cheering for has scored a goal, so he moaned and shouted an ecstatic “Yes!” as he reflexively pushed my head in his soft belly.

His cock was dripping precum, making my hand sticky. I was spreading it all over the length of it and wiping my fingers through the smelly bush of his pubic hair. I licked my way down from his belly to the beginning of his shaft, taking deep sniffs of his manstink. He moaned as I pulled his foreskin back and rubbed the down part of his cockhead with my slippery thumb. I cupped and softly massaged his balls as I replaced my thumb with my tongue. Soft but fast movements of my tongue on his cock were making Matt moan and snort in pleasure. I finally closed my lips over his cockhead and started to slowly but intensively lick it all over, couple of time closing his foreskin over my tongue. Still holding a beer in one hand, Matt pushed my head further on his cock with the other. He was a bit aggressive so I gagged, but as soon as I got back my air I started rubbing my nose in his pubic bush and rubbing my chin with his hairy balls. He held my head firmly in place and started moving his pelvis and fucking my throat. My gagging joined his moans and snorts. Since my hands were free now, I started pinching his nipples again and he loudly came in my mouth, mere seconds after I started touching them. I swallowed everything. He took couple of seconds to get his breath back.

“Come here!” he commanded, pulling me up on his lap.

I sad on his lap putting my legs around him. He held me close to him, massaging my asshole and shoving his fat fingers in it in a rough way. I jerked my cock as he was talking into my ear with his strict voice:

“My stink is on you, you are mine now. I marked you!” He pulled me away just enough so he could spit in my face and said: “Look, I marked you again!” which made ordu escort me cum almost instantly on his stomach.

We hugged as I was still on his lap and I gave him a kiss on a cheek. I wanted to leave him to enjoy the game until the end so I just held myself on him and rested, enjoying the closure we had. Matt was stroking my back and breathing deeply next to my ear. It helped to pass the time, as I was never a sports fan and watching them is kind of boring for me. In the end, the team Matt was rooting for has lost:

“Shit. I made some bets on them,” he muttered. “How about a consolation prize from my little faggot?”

I started to kiss him deeply while I still sat on his lap. He was a bit aggressively grabbing my butt with his rough hands while I held myself on him and stroked his bald head and hairy face. He already came twice in the morning and twice in the evening, but his cock was growing and dripping precum again.

He carried me to bed again, although this time he was on his back and I was on top of him. I gave his cock few wet licks to lube it up, mixing my spit with his precum.

“Let me make your hole wet while you suck me,” he said.

Still licking his cock, I started to turn my behind towards him, and as soon as it was in his reach, he pushed his face in it. He licked me greedily, stimulating me with his beard and fucking me with his tongue.

“Oh yes, sir…” I moaned as my head dropped between his legs.

“Mmm, yes, you like it, boy?” He said and spanked me.

“Please sir, I want it inside.”

“Come boy, ride on it.”

I turned around and kissed him, mixing up the taste of my ass and his cock in our mouths. He aimed his cock at my hole and started to push me on it. It got in quite easily and we moaned in each others faces, almost in unison. I slowly started to go up and down on him, while I put my forehead on his and he put his hands on my hips. osmaniye escort I was enjoying his beer breath and would occasionally kiss him or lick his face. His moans were telling me that he enjoys the soft game we played, but soon the greedy brute in him woke up:

“Ride me harder, come on you little fag!” he said, grabbing my hips firmly and impaling me on his hard cock.

I liked the sudden change of pace. He was in charge again and he was being hard and rough like usual. I stared at his angry eyes looking back at me. I found it to be quite a turn on, especially combined with moans and grunts he was making. I was moaning too, out of sweet pain he was causing me. I could feel his beer gut moving in the beat as he was pounding me. Couple of times he even spanked my ass too.

Cock in the ass and my cock rubbing on his belly were enough for me to cum. Most of the pleasure from being fucked roughly turned in pain, but I still wanted for Matt to have his pleasure and cum inside me. My hands clenched harder, my head dropped next to his. I tried not to scream too much in his ear. Still, he noticed that I got uncomfortable and popped his cock out of my asshole. Just few strokes of his hand later and I felt his cum splashing on my still opened hole. He pressed my shaking body on top of himself.

“I’m sorry you were in pain at the end,” he said.

“It’s fine. I wanted to please you,” I whispered on his hear.

He tapped my back few times and offered me to lick the cum off his fat fingers. I eagerly accepted. We lay down on our sides, facing each other. I cleaned every finger almost without breaking eye contact with him. After I was done with first round, he also picked remaining cum on his cock and my ass and I licked that up too.

It was getting late, and since I haven’t slept at home the night before, I couldn’t spend another night with Matt. He noticed I was sad about it. As we still we’re in bed, he stroked my face with his thumb and told me to come any time I want and he hugged me. I took a shower in his bathroom, again he didn’t join me, he was just watching me. When I was done showering he was drying me up with his towel. As I was leaving, he gave me another hug and a passionate kiss.

“I love you, sir,” I whispered.

“I love you too, boy,” he replied.

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Hey, I’m straight and have a gorgeous girlfriend. We’re both 19 and go to school at an awesome university. We get horny all the time it seems like, but occasionally when I get horny I have this crazy fantasy of having sex with another guy. I told my girlfriend about this and she thinks it’s really hot and it’s now her fantasy to have a threesome with me and another guy. She has this motto of the “you only live once” type of thing, so she’s always doing some pretty crazy stuff. So here is the story of what happened one day after class.

My girlfriend called me one day and we talked for awhile. We’re both horny all the time and I always know when she wants to have sex. I know how she ticks too. I can just start talking about how I want to suck another cock and she gets pretty much instantly horny. When we first started dating and I told her about my crazy fantasy and she was all for it, and often I would suck one of her dildos in front of her and rub it all over my own cock to tease her and to turn her on. I talked dirty to her about how I wanted to be with another guy. It really is my fantasy. I’m just so curious about how it would be like to suck a long, hard, dick. It turns me on so much from time to time. I’m just glad my girlfriend accepts it and is open about it.

I haven’t done much about my fantasy though. I’ve had cyber sex with a couple guys before and watch gay porn every now and then. My girlfriend is all about me actually trying it for once. So on the phone call that one day she told me randomly to “get ready for tonight” then giggled.

I went home later that night and found my girlfriend waiting for me in my house. My roommates were gone somewhere. She said they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. She was horny I could tell. She walked up to me and slowly started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I get horny so easily and was instantly hard. We made out for awhile and then she started talking dirty to me about how she would love to see me suck a dick. It had been awhile since I had fantasized about it so I was horny for it. I wanted some cock. I talked dirty about everything I wanted to do with a guy. She said she was sooo wet and that we should go into my room. I was horny as ever.

We went into my room and I opened the door to see another guy in there. He was laying on my bed with his shirt off and jeans bilecik escort on. No shoes. I was stunned at first but my girlfriend was smiling and held my hand, rubbed my cock with the other one, and kissed me hard. After the kiss she said, “Let’s suck some cock baby.” I looked back over at the guy. I hadn’t ever seen him before. He was hot as fuck. Tanned, muscular, horny, and willing. As I looked at him he said, “Hey there sexy” with a smile. My girlfriend told me to go ahead and don’t be shy. I was nearly flipping out. I was shy to be honest. She nudged me over to him to get me started and so I walked over to him.

Then, for the first time in my life, I kissed another guy. We started to make out. It was so hot. It made me horny as ever. He held me tight and we kissed hard. Our tongues darted in and out of each others’ mouths. His hand reached down and rested on my inner thigh. “Do to me what you’ve always wanted to do” he said. I wanted to more than ever. I was still shy about doing it. But once again my girlfriend encouraged me and I stood up and scanned over him. His dick was pressing against the outside of his jeans. My girlfriend said she would just watch us. She sat down in my desk chair and rubbed herself from underneath her skirt. So here I went, I was finally about to have sex with another guy. My heart was pounding so hard and I was hornier than I had ever been. I started and the bottom. I climbed onto my bed slowly, straddling him as I moved up his body. I got to his waist and leaned forward and kissed him passionately. I then moved down off of him and unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down slowly. I could now see that his dick was sticking out wildly and making a tent in his boxer briefs. I wear boxer briefs myself and was turned on so much by this. His dick was huge. I wanted to suck it. But I was unsure of how to start it. I just kept going with what I was doing. I wanted to put on a show for my girlfriend too. I stripped off my clothes slowly, so that both my girlfriend and he could see. I left my underwear on.

So now he was there, with his legs spread, arms up above his head, lying down on my bed. He was mine to fuck. I did what I’ve always wanted to do so bad at this point. I climbed up on top of him and straddled him again. I moved up his to his waist. manisa escort Learned down and forward and nibbled on his dick through his underwear. It was amazing. I could smell him through it and it turned me on even more. I was so hard. When I started eating him out, he moaned a little and moved his hips up a bit. I heard my girlfriend moan a little in the back too. She was starting to take her skirt and top off. Then I slowly moved up and licked him and kissed him from his belly button up to his neck. I started sucking on his neck for awhile, and then all in one motion moved up to kiss him and slid my dick against his. I started to grind with him and made out with him. I wanted to cum right then. I was so horny and my heart was beating so hard. There was so much pre-cum between the two of us and my boxer briefs were wet soon enough. The feeling of our two dicks rubbing against each other was almost more than I could take. I became so horny and could hear my girlfriend moaning behind us. She was only in her sexy black thong now and was rubbing herself through it. She hurried me up then and told me to keep going.

I moved back down, kissing his chest and stomach as I went. I kissed his dick one last time through his underwear, and then folded down the front. His dick was amazing. I stared at it in awe. I didn’t know what to do, so I slowly kissed his shaft, and then pulled his underwear all the way off. He was completely naked now. He encouraged me to take mine off too, so I did. Very slowly. I knew this was the point of no return. I looked at my girlfriend, walked over to her, and told her thank you. I told her I was about to fuck the shit out of this guy and that she was about to have the best orgasm of her life.

I walked back over to him and kissed him again. I was near his stomach and straddled his chest looking towards his dick. I scooted back a bit until I was straddling his face so we were in the 69 position. He didn’t do anything yet. He knew I was nervous I think. I bent forward. His dick was inches away from my face now. I could smell him so clearly. I was horny as ever. I looked at my girlfriend one last time, smiled, and she winked back at me, and then started on his dick.

I put my face down and let it rub all over my face. It was amazing. It was so hard and mersin escort long and strong. I just wanted to take it into my mouth and suck it. I had to take my time though. I kissed the head lightly. I could already taste his pre-cum. It was salty and surprisingly sweet. I then started to kiss the shaft and kissed it more and more. I gained confidence and started licking it up and down like I had practiced with the dildo many times before. It was so slick by this time. I could feel him start kissing mine slowly. This brought me to a certain point. It felt so good. I couldn’t take it anymore; I took him into my mouth.

I lifted his shaft up with my hand so I could go down on him better. I was sucking a dick for the first time in my life, just like I had always wanted to. It was just as I had always imagined too. I slid my lips up and down his slippery shaft and around the head. As I did this I felt him take me into his mouth as well. It was unbelievable. I was doing 69 with another guy. He went down on me, or up I should say, as I sucked him. I put my lips barely around the top of his head and let my tongue rotate wildly around the tip. Every time I could feel more pre-cum oozing out. I was feeling so turned on and I wanted something I hadn’t even fantasized about before. I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste his cum so badly. I started sucking him like a mad man. I went so fast and my lips were sliding up and down.

I made his dick go as far down as I could, taking most of him into my mouth. I wrapped my hand around the bottom part of his shaft as my girlfriend did for me, and jerked him off while sucking him. My girlfriend said, “Your lips look so nice around a dick.” It turned me on so much and I was about to cum.

Just then, he suddenly came to a point and I heard him moan. I could feel his dick swell up in my mouth a bit and then he came. His cum tasted so good and it just kept coming out in short, powerful spurts into my mouth. I couldn’t take it any longer and I let myself cum. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I felt like I cummed for so long and it was one of the best orgasms I had ever had.

We kept sucking each other for awhile, licking up each other’s cum and waiting until finally we were soft. My girlfriend finally cummed at the sight of watching me do 69 with another guy. She orgasmed long and hard and as I sucked him I smiled a bit and could smell her wetness. It was still hot to suck his cock even as it was soft. I was able to take in his whole dick and suck on it passionately. I made out with his soft head for awhile until we finally stopped. He left eventually and I hoped my girlfriend would set up another night for us again.

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“How about I treat you to a drink? You must be thirsty from all that naked time on the platform.”

I had just climbed down from the velvet-covered bench on the platform where I’d been posing, in the nude, for the past hour for Chad Simmons’s Savannah College of Art and Design night school art class. I’d barely had time to shrug my white cotton dress shirt over my shoulders. That didn’t stop the man from sidling up to me and taking liberties, though. He had a hand on my bare butt. I wasn’t surprised; I’d been expecting him to leap up on the platform with me and try to cover me since half way through the art session.

Truth be told, I was kind of aroused that I’d have an effect like that on a good-looking guy.

I looked over at Chad Simmons. He was cleaning some brushes and talking to the last of the other art students who were already filing out of the room. I’d only taken this gig to be near Chad, wanting it to be him asking me the “How about a drink at my place?” question. But the art professor was being very polite and standoffish about it all. I’d hoped when he saw me naked it would turn him on—like seeing him in a Speedo out at his Tybee Island beach house a couple of weeks ago had turned me on. But he was showing less interest in me naked than when we passed in the hallways.

“Drinks?” I said, turning my face back to the fiftyish local businessman—a very successful Lexus dealer, as I recall being told—with a large townhouse just off Chatham Square, within walking distance of here, that he had all to himself. He was tall and distinguished looking, with wavy gray hair, a manicured look about him, and a perpetual deep tan. His body obviously gym cared for. Some sort of South American. Brazilian or Colombian, which probably answered for how deep the tan looked. Maybe into more than just automobiles. Really smooth. Not so great with the painting, though, I could tell, because we were standing next to his canvas. He’d made my butt too big, and he’d obviously stood at my butt end to do the painting. Everyone else did side views. I’d heard rumors about him taking willing male students from SCAD to his place and paying them top dollar.

I couldn’t deny that I was a willing student—for a price.

“Sure, at my place; it’s just a short distance from here, closer than any of the bars,” Rafael Perez said. He still had his palm on my butt, but he was moving it around and squeezing a bit. It was obvious he was a butt man. The fact that I was letting him hold it there no doubt told him that I was for sale—and maybe I was—but only for the right price if I didn’t want the guy. I’d give it away for free to Chad Simmons, but for the right price I could be had by the Rafael Perezes of the world. I had college expenses just like everyone else. And, being a student in the drama and film-making department, I had plenty of offers too.

Letting him palm and pet me there helped him be pretty bold.

“I’d just need a couple of hours of your time. And I’d pay you $100 an hour. For a high-quality hour, of course.”

I looked over at Chad Simmons, who, seeing that I was still here, walked over to us. Perez took his hand off my butt, stepped back, and turned and looked at his canvas like he was trying to decide what else to do with it. I thought he probably could make the butt smaller and there’d be a 100 percent improvement.

“Before you go, Jason . . .”

“Yes, professor?” I said, stepping into my jeans and turning to him as he walked up to me, looking every inch the sultry dark and sexily hairy young hunk that he was. He could have been a movie star as easily as an art professor. And I knew he was gay, because everyone knew he’d had an older lover who had died and left him that mansion with the private beach on Tybee Island that the art students had been invited to recently.

I left my shirt open and hanging off my shoulders, leaving the fly of my jeans open and my dong hanging out. I knew I looked like an Abercrombie and Fitch model poster that even A&F couldn’t hang on their walls—it was why I was asked to model for the art classes—and I wanted those charms to work on Simmons. It was why I accepted the modeling jobs. I wanted him to see me as naked as possible as often as possible. And as he came up to me I did see a spark from him, an even stronger vibe of interest than when I normally saw him in the halls of the school, where I first thought that there was a connection to be had between us. And much more than earlier tonight, when I was posed, reclining and stark naked, on the platform over there. It might have been because he was teaching a class, but he was a cold fish in the face of my nakedness. And I look pretty damn sexy when I’m naked.

When he reached me, he touched me lightly on the arm, and I felt like a jolt of lightning was going through me. I’m sure he could feel it too, and he was looking at me with lust in his eyes, I know he was. “I’ve meant to ask you if you’re free Wednesday evening for a private session. I need kütahya escort another male nude sketch for my portfolio for the New Orleans show and I’m running short of time.”

Hallelujah is what I thought, but what I said was, “Sure thing, professor. Any time. Even now if you—”

“I can’t tonight. There’s an art opening I have to attend. So, Wednesday at 8:00 would be convenient for you?” I noted a tinge of genuine regret in his voice.

“Yes, of course.” Any time for you, I thought. But what were these mixed signals all about? I got the distinct impression just now that he’d like me to stay so he could fuck me.

I watched him turn and slowly walk away.

“So, you are free now to be with me?” Perez asked. He was back beside me and had a hand on my butt again, even though it had to be over my jeans.

“Sure, why not?” I answered, tucking my dick into my jeans and zipping them up.

He fucked me in what obviously was a painting studio on the top floor of his townhouse—so he was a serious painter at least, or maybe just a dabbler from the looks of the paintings on his walls in the studio. He had a one-track mind in his painting. All young men with big butts, painted from the rear, most of them showing gaping holes like they’d just been reamed big.

He spent a whole lot of time on my buttocks during foreplay, so I could tell it was a real obsession of his. I was bent over a studio bed in the center of the room on my belly, with my butt sticking out and up, while he virtually worshipped it with his lips and teeth and his squeezing and revolving hands. I was as worked up as he was when he turned me on my back, grabbed my ankles, spread-eagled my legs, and fucked me with a thick cock that would ream me as big as those guys in the paintings on the wall.

When we were both done, he turned me over on my belly again and told me to go up on my knees, my chest pressed to the bed, my legs spread wide. He then took out a camera and his easel, canvas, and paintbrushes, and it was evident that my backside and my gaping hole, thankfully my buttocks painted large enough so I wouldn’t be recognized, was destined for his wall collection.

The signal for when he was finished with his painting came when he came over, slapped my buttocks, and rolled the cheeks with his hands until my skin was red and he was ready to fuck me again—which he then proceeded to do with gusto.

I earned $300 for the session, but never was offered that promised drink.

* * * *

I gave a little cry as he entered me and pulled nearly all the way out and then back in, deep this time, making me open to him, but not as comfortably as if he’d given me more time and attention. And then slamming it home, again and again. A louder groan and a cry out this time. “God, you’re fuckin’ killing me.” He was big, and he was taking me swiftly, almost brutally.

“Shush,” George Garnett hissed. “You’ll bring on the dorm counselor.” Then he laughed.

He’d entered my dorm room while I was dozing on the bed, tired from a late-night play rehearsal. I wasn’t even fully awake when he teased me to raise my hips enough for him to pull my cock through my legs and include that in the cursory attention he was giving to my asshole. And then it was all arms and legs, covering me, turning me on my back, forcing my legs to spread wider, and trapping me until his hard cock was in position to penetrate me. He bit me on the neck as he thrust his cock home, which had caused me to cry out in shock and momentary pain.

“You are the dorm counselor,” I growled. “You’re supposed to be the one protecting me.”

“Got ya covered,” he muttered, with another laugh, as he thrust it deep again and again and again.

“Shit, what’s the hurry?”

“Got no time. Got a class. Came in to tell you something, but you looked too sexy laying there. There should be a law against a guy looking that sexy.”

I groaned as he turned me on my belly; coaxed me up on my knees; crouched close over me, his chest pressing mine into the mattress, my arms out wide, my fingers digging into the crumpled sheets; and pistoned my channel with his cock. He was an athlete and in superb condition. All I could do was groan and take it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t been there before.

When we were stretched on the bed, my body pulled into his stomach and his arms and legs entwining me again, both cooling off from our separate ejaculations, him kissing my ear, I asked him why again he’d come into my room.

“Well, I was hoping for a quick fuck. Didn’t want to go to class hard and I woke up with a raging hard—thinkin’ about you, of course. But I also wanted to be sure you’d heard about the beach party out at Tybee Island this Sunday.”

“No, I hadn’t heard.”

“Celebrating national Nude Day. All guys, wearing nothing. At Professor’s Simmons’s beach house. He agreed to let us use the place. Nifty idea, eh?”

I’m not sure what malatya escort George said after that. I wasn’t more than half aware that he then was standing hovered over me sitting on the side of the bed, me cleaning his cock with my mouth, him getting hard again, but pushing me off with a laugh, saying he was late to class. And then me alone.

All I could think of was that I’d be at Chad Simmons’s house, nude, with another chance to have him doing to me what George had just done—but, in my imagination, slower, more sensually, making me come again and again for him.

I had snapped out of it enough when George reached the door to my room that I called out to him and he turned.

“You know you can’t just barge in here and fuck me whenever you want,” I said, jutting my chin out.

He laughed. “Yes I can, and you know I can. You may have the cutest tail on campus, but it’s mine whenever I want it—and you are a whore for it.”

I couldn’t look him in the eyes. I knew he was right. If he’d come back for me then, I would have opened my legs for him. I was such a slut, I knew it. But I was aching to be Chad Simmons’s slut. And I would be Wednesday night. We’d be alone. I knew he wanted me. He’d have me—and I him—on Wednesday night.

But when Wednesday night came, I found that wasn’t to be.

I was naked even before he came into the studio, posing myself in a reclining position on the couch on the platform in the center of the room, my thighs open for him.

But he was as cold and clinical as he’d always been in my nude sessions. He never came close enough to me to touch me, and he had me rise from the couch and pose in an open doorway, leaning into the frame with an arm raised over my head and my hip raised.

I gave him the most sultry look I could muster while he sketched me. But forty-five minutes later, he just thanked me and told me that he was pleased with the result. He then said he was late to an engagement and that I was free to go.

After he left, I went and stood in front of the easel to see what he’d done. It was a charcoal sketch done in bold strokes. He had caught perfectly the sexy, sultry, “take me” expression I’d gone for and the openness to exploration of my body. I couldn’t, for the life of me, understand how he could have seen that in the art and not in real life. I knew he wanted me. I just knew it.

Earlier, in a panic, I’d wondered if maybe he was only a bottom—that it had been the rich, dead lover who was the sole top in their relationship. But, in asking around, I found that wasn’t true. I also found that he wasn’t above nailing SCAD students, so I still didn’t know what the problem was with me.

* * * *

I didn’t pay too much attention to what I was putting on to go to the Nude Day beach party on Sunday and I’d just come out of the gym, so I hopped on my motorbike wearing sweat pants over a jock strap and a gray athletic shirt with a ripped flap in it that exposed one of my pecs, the one with the silver ring in the nipple. I did shower first, though. It wasn’t that I was wearing what I had on in the gym. It also, though, wasn’t like I had to dress formal for this; it was a nude party. I wasn’t planning on wearing anything for very long. And I wanted Chad Simmons to see me in the nude; it was my best aspect. I was counting on him being there. The party was at his beach house.

When I arrived, I was ushered upstairs to a room that had a bed in it but was mostly a study, I thought. Lots of bookshelves and books. Guys were leaving their clothes in there on a studio couch. I stripped and left my gym clothes there too. Open double doors led into a large bedroom on the back of the house. Beyond that was a balcony overlooking the beach, and the noise from there led me through the bedroom and out onto the balcony.

There were a couple of dozen guys down there, all naked, and most of them well muscled and cut. A few horses too, including a couple of black guys talking with George Garnett. They were real bodybuilders and both were covered in tattoos. I didn’t recognize them as students and guessed that they were from the city. They certainly were hung, both of them. There were several down there, as a matter of fact, that I didn’t recognize as students.

The beach was quite private, which I suppose was why we were permitted to do this here. Chad’s lot jutted out into the water and had high fences down each side. The lots on either side were unimproved and I thought it likely that Chad owned them too—inheriting the lots and this house from the manufacturer who had been his lover. Rock outcroppings ran down either side of the lot inside the fences too, extending from the grassy area below the balcony into the sand. The rocks created little pockets of sandy areas that could only be seen from the water—and from up here on the balcony.

What I could see from the balcony was that, although there was a volleyball game going, some batman escort tanning on towels on the beach, and a few guys out in the water, the more private areas already were being put to use by couples copulating. It wasn’t just going to be a Nude Day celebration, it was going to be an action party. That was just fine with me if Chad Simmons was here.

I looked carefully at those down there, but I didn’t see him. I paused to contemplate what I did see—what the party was supposed to be about. Did I find it more arousing, more sexy, to see guys nude rather than clothed? It helped in the shopping, I guess. I could see what was hanging and how fluid they actually were in movement. It certainly stirred me to see what those two black dudes were packing—and how their tattoos flowed across their bodies and undulated as they used their muscles. I admit I wouldn’t mind a private meeting with either one of them. But did I really see the nude guys down there as more sexy without Speedos? There was something to be said about the mystery of anticipation and hidden possibilities, I thought.

When I turned to walk back through the bedroom and down the stairs, I noticed the décor of the room for the first time. It was a man’s room. The walls were a dark green in a suede texture and the other color accents were brown and gold. The walls were covered with prints, lit up by track lighting. They seemed to be Oriental studies of ornately clothed figures in ancient costumes. The Oriental motif was followed elsewhere in the room as well. I was surprised about the artwork. This seemed to be the master bedroom. I expected that Chad’s bedroom would have nude male figures on the wall—most of them probably painted by him.

Maybe, though, this bedroom had been decorated by his lover and Chad had decided not to change anything.

I approached one of the walls closer and saw that they were all Japanese wood block prints. And further, that they were Shunga pillow book art from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries. I had been exposed to these in a class at SCAD. Pillow books were essentially sex manuals. These were distinctive in that the figures in the wood block prints all appeared to be males—in couples. And they all were having sex of some sort. In keeping with the technique, the figures mostly were clothed, with just bits of flesh here and there exposed—rather more than less in some of the prints. But it was clear that they were all having sex and that, walking around the walls, I could get a clear picture of the various sexual positions for male-on-male sex that were practiced at that time. I also “got” that the arousal of sex could be conveyed with just the expressions on their faces and the entwining of their clothed bodies. I didn’t have to see naked cock in hole to “get” it.

I walked all the way around the walls, and by the time I reached the doorway out into the upper hallway landing, I was hard. As I descended the stairs, I saw Chad at the front door. He was in a suit and apparently had just arrived home. He seemed surprised to see me descending the stairs. I admit I was pleased that he saw me in erection.

I expected him to make a move then, but although I could see the hint of interest in his eyes, I couldn’t see enough interest to have hope that he would lose control and ravish me on the spot.

“You are part of this Nude Day gathering thing, then, are you, Jason?” he said, his voice sounding a little surprised, like this was the first time he realized I was gay. He took his suit coat off while he said that, but he folded the coat over his arm. Hardly the stripping down I’d been hoping for. And a check of his basket didn’t reveal any particular arousal.

“Yes, George Garnett invited me.”

“Ah, George. Yes, well, the others are out at the beach, I think.”

“Yes. I just arrived. We were told to strip upstairs in that study-like space.” We both were being awkward. I was wanting him to cover me right there on the staircase and take me and he just seemed tired from wherever he’d been.

“Yes, well. I hope you enjoy the party.”

“You aren’t going to be coming out?”

“No. I don’t think so. Nudity’s not really my thing. I have some work to do upstairs. But enjoy yourself.”

I’d reached the bottom of the stairs and he moved past me, careful not to touch me, and slowly ascended the stairs.

Not into nudity? I thought. He’d thrown me for a loop there. The man’s specialty was painting the nude male figure. Shaking my head, I padded through a kitchen at the back of the foyer and out onto a covered porch underneath the second-floor balcony and then out onto the grassy area.

George Garnett, standing, alone on the verge between the grass and the sand, saw me and waved me over. Now it seemed a bit unfortunate that I was still half hard. When he saw me, he started going hard too. He obviously thought he was the one who had excited me. He had every reason to think that. He was a horse, and I’d made it abundantly clear that I liked them big.

“Happy to see me, I see,” he said as I came up to his side. He put an arm around my shoulders, his hand draped over my pec and his fingers finding the nipple with the ring in it, and he fisted my cock with his other hand. “I thought you’d never come. I couldn’t wait for us to come together. Get it? Come together.”

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(Confession)

My one and only personal experience of fellatio (guy-on-guy) is so weird that it’s hard to believe it ever really happened. It was over twenty years ago (I’m now happily married with two children) while at Plymouth University where I was studying Art and Design. I’d made quite a few friends by the second year and four of us shared a rented house in a suburb of Plymouth — student accommodation, not great, but serviceable and bearable. The first year, as usual at Uni, had been spent on-campus so it was nice having the facilities of a proper house.

We got on really well – two girls, both from Manchester, Bibi and Alex; and two boys, Phil, a black Canadian who looked and was a fantastic athlete, and yours truly, Kevin hailing from Sussex.

Quite often on weekends if we had nothing better to do we’d sit around chatting and sometimes getting high on a little dope if there was any going. I think this one particular Saturday evening we’d overdone it because we all seemed to shed our inhibitions at the same time. We’d been chatting about studies, relationships, future careers, etc. and the girls had gotten through a couple of bottles of wine, while Phil and I had cracked our way through quite a few cans of Bud, so along with a few joints between us we were quite high by the middle of the evening.

It was inevitable the topic of conversation would eventually come round to sex. It always did, although none of us had been promiscuous with each other.

There was the usual ribald banter and laughter, just good friends getting along and enjoying each other’s company really, nothing offensive. Because none of us were in a relationship with each other, it made for a neutral playing field with nobody taking offence or getting the old green-eye. The subject gradually centred on the male of the species, and in particular — the male genitalia. It was also inevitable that black men would be discussed owing to their awesome reputation in this department and the presence of our Phil. Of course we had a few jokes with the Canadian and he took it all in good part, but it didn’t escape anyone’s notice that he was getting increasingly fidgety, shifting around in his seat like he was sitting on a sprig of holly or something, adjusting the crotch of his pants, and looking quite hot and prickly. Somebody made a remark about it, as the outline of his cock was becoming more and more prominent down the left leg of his pants and the root of his problem obvious.

One of the girls (amidst some playful banter and giggling) suggested that he take a few seconds to sort himself out. Of course this created great merriment and there were hoots of bayburt escort laughter. Phil was laughing too, as he got to his feet and heeded the advice. And then I said:

“You’re a lucky so-and-so, Phil… I bet it comes up to your belly button.” Cue more laughter.

“Higher probably,” said Bibi.

“Shut up,” said the big, amiable man. “You’re making me blush.”

Given Phil’s native colouring, this was also met with hysterics.

“I bet you could suck yourself off,” said Alex, and that really did it. We all fell about, paralytic with laughter. “Come on, Phil,” I said, when we’d just about recovered. “Give us a private showing. You’re among friends. We won’t tell anyone.”

“Yeah, come on Philip,” said Bibi. “Let’s have a look at it.”

“No.”

“Be a sport,” said Alex.

And then for some unearthly reason, I blurted out: “If you show us, Phil… I’ll…”

“You’ll what, brother?”

And as if I had been forced into a corner and had to think of something quick, I said: “I’ll go down on you… give you a blow-job!” I felt myself go red, and that did show on my fair skin. I took another swig from the can. What the hell did I say that for? I was really out of my head by now.

“Yes, that’d be good,” said Alex.

“Hilarious,” said Bibi, “and positively hot.”

“Yes, come on Phil, show us your monster truncheon thing and then Kev here will give you a lovely blow job. What a good idea, Kevin.”

“Hey!” I protested. “I didn’t really mean it when I said…”

The two girls chanted in unison: “Chicken, bwaak, bwaak, chicken, chicken… bwaak, bwaak, bwaak,” and giving me the old pouty pseudo-miserable look.

“But he’s a guy,” protested Phil.

“Well there’s nothing wrong with his eyesight, Bibi,” said Alex, laughing again. “Go on Phil… Kev… be a couple of sports. No one else but us four need know. We all trust each other, don’t we? I’d love to see two blokes at it. It would really turn me on.”

“Me too,” said Bibi. “It’s one of my most favourite fantasies – guy-on-guy action. It’s so horny. Come on you two, get it on. Guys are always on about girls doing it together, so let’s have some parity.”

“Looks like we’re in this thing together, brother Kevin,” said Phil, and began slowly, and seductively unbuckling his pants. My heart was beating faster.

“I think they’re just pulling our legs, Phil.”

“Oh no we’re not!” came the unisonic reply. I’d really landed myself in it now. I couldn’t back out and lose face. A deal was a deal.

The two girls sat on the edge of their seats, egging him on, slow bartın escort hand-clapping as he pulled his grey flannel pants with the knife-like crease down (Phil was always immaculate, even when dressed in casuals) followed by his freshly-laundered white underpants. Phil was a very clean and smart guy, quite different to the average student. What a magnificent sight greeted us. His prick sprang out and up like a jack-in-the-box, a thick purple-black rubber cosh looking mean and ready for action. Oh my fucking gosh… what a superb specimen of mouth-watering black man-meat. The girls were drooling; I was humbled. I hoped they wouldn’t ask to see mine. It would be like comparing a canoe to a nuclear submarine.

“Shall we have Phil standing and Kev on his knees?”

“What, all subservient like?”

“Yes, kind of master and servant.”

“Ooh, kinky.”

In the end we decided that Phil should lie on the floor with me kneeling between his legs and the girls, one either side of him to ensure fair play, and to keep us at it if enthusiasm flagged. Alex put a cushion under his head and made him comfortable.

“That is one hell of a cock,” said Bibi.

I knelt in awe before his great ebony column, watching it beat time with his pulse. His great balls rested between the ‘V’ of his muscular ebony thighs, the ball-sac tightening with desire, twitching with the rhythmic ‘bob’ of his cock.

One of the girls giggled. “Go on then, don’t keep us all in suspenders.”

“All right…” I said. “patience, girls. But please, big fella, let me know when you’re about to cum, man… so as I can get clear. I reckon this baby’ll blow like Mount Etna judging by the look of it.”

“We’ll monitor the situation,” said Alex. “Don’t worry, we’ll let you know when.”

I mentally steeled myself, grasping the great cock firmly as one might grasp the nettle, as if by being firm and positive it would not turn its head and spit at or bite me, or make me feel nauseated.

It made Philip jump. “Easy, man,” I’m quite sensitive there.”

“Sorry,” I said and relaxed my grip. It was a strange feel, much silkier than I expected, especially for such a powerful instrument. Yet there was a sense of beauty in the latent power of such a brutish weapon too. I could feel it throbbing under my fingers, like an idling V8 waiting for the punch of gas that would rev it up and send it flying off the start line. I drew the dark-purple foreskin back tight until the dome of his prick shone like polished jet under the ceiling light. A little bead of pre-cum glinted in its Cyclops eye. He groaned, and ığdır escort then made a little sigh.

“We’re waiting… stop messing about,” said Bibi.

“Be patient, girls. It’s called foreplay,” I intoned.

“Foreplay be bollocks. Don’t tease us. Let’s see you suck him off properly.”

“Yeah, get down and dirty, Kevin,” said Alex. “You know you want to… you shameless little cock slut.”

And I began, playing to the audience, taking the swollen head between my lips, almost recoiling with the intimate awe of it. Such a lovely texture, so sensuous and sensual, like velvet, I would not have believed it. I allowed it to bulge and stretch my cheeks, I thought the girls would appreciate the visual aspect. So far so good. I felt neither nausea or revulsion, only a curious mounting perverse excitement of doing something taboo — well, taboo for a hetro guy.

I tried taking him deep down, but gagged and eased back. How did girls manage that deep-throating technique without throwing up? I suppose it was a bit like sword swallowing. You had to resist the natural reflex to vomit. But slowly I improved, feeling the tip of his cock at the back of my throat without gagging. I could taste the sweetness of pre-cum. I could feel Phil reacting to my wet caresses by the movements of his body. His breathing was becoming shallow and agitated and I knew he wasn’t far away. I’d given myself a mighty auto-hard-on too. I was really into it.

“Yeah, go on, Kev-baby, suck him nice and hard.”

“Yeah, make it a good one. I want to see the spunk fly.”

“Black man’s spunk.”

“Yeah, black boy’s cream.”

And then Phil’s legs stiffened, I sensed the spasms starting in his abdomen, his balls tightening and the bubbling sensation in his shaft and I knew it was time to get the hell out of there. He’d sure as hell drown me with his orgasm. I lifted my head… or at least, that’s what I attempted to do. But instantaneously two pairs of female hands grabbed me, one pair pressing on my shoulders and the other holding my head down onto Phil’s greasy pole. I almost choked.

“Oh no you don’t, Kev. You stay right there and take it!”

“Ha-ha-ha!”

“Brilliant… just look at that… that is so hot!”

“Swallow it, Kevin, you little cock-lover.”

“Queer boys- queer boys”

I couldn’t escape. It was too late. My mouth filled very quickly with hot slimy cum, viscous and bitter, slightly saline and burning the back of my throat as it began slipping down my neck. I struggled to get my mouth off of Phil’s erupting meat. I was fucking drowning. And then finally they let my head come up, but Phil’s amazing ejaculation continued, catching me full in the face with little spitting bursts. There were screams and howls of laughter. The girls fell about the floor and Alex wet her knickers.

“Oh man,” said Phil, breathing hard. “That was something else.”

“Tissues please, girls…” I said, feeling Phil’s sticky cum beginning to trickle down my cheeks.

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I’ve always thought of myself as an ethical person. The kind who has certain standards in life and refuses to compromise those standards, regardless of the situation. Choices were simple. It was black or white. Right or wrong. Good or bad.

At least . . . I used to think of myself that way.

But as I’ve gotten older, I just don’t really know. I’ve thought long and hard about my life and today things don’t seem as simple to me anymore.

Especially since the day Jesse came into my life. That was over twenty years ago.

And to this day, my life has never been the same.

###

In 1992, I bought my first house. It was large and spacious and even though others in the neighborhood might be nicer, it was all mine and I was damn proud of it! It had a large back yard, with a pool, a deck with a hot tub, and even a little cabana, with a room for people to change their clothes.

A couple of weeks after I had settled in, I decided to throw a house warming party for my friends. Several of them had been bugging me about wanting to come over and I decided to let everybody come at one time, see the house, and just relax with a day-long gathering of barbecue, some volleyball and swimming, and plenty of booze.

The Saturday of the party was beautiful. Texas weather is normally either hot or damn hot but not on this day. The sky was sunny but there was low humidity and the temperature was a cool 78 degrees. My friends started arriving about 9 in the morning and by 11, there were more than 50 people either splashing in the pool, relaxing in the hot tub, playing volleyball, or just kicking back and visiting. I wandered around chatting with my friends, making sure there was plenty of food and drinks, and just generally playing the good host.

I had set up an area for volleyball on the far side of the back yard and I walked over to see if anyone was still playing. There was evidently a hot game in progress as several people were watching the teams and cheering. I stopped on the sideline to watch for a few minutes, trying to figure out who was on each team. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the players hit the ball.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back, with my head spinning, and people standing around me.

“Man are you alright?”

I didn’t answer as my senses were still swimming and I heard another voice say, “Damn, Jesse, don’t you know how to spike a ball over the net?” There was some laughter and the other voice spoke again.

“Shut up, Ricky. I didn’t mean to hit him.”

I continued to lie there a minute with my eyes closed. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and the voice spoke again.

“Hey . . . are you okay?”

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the person who had spoken. He had one of the most handsome faces I had ever seen and it took me a moment to reply.

“Yeah . . . I’m okay . . . what happened?”

The handsome face broke into a smile and laughed sheepishly. “I tried to spike the ball over the net and hit it wrong. It popped you on the side of the head. I’m really sorry, man. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I shook my head lightly and began to get up. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it. Y’all go on and play.” I stood up and began to slowly walk towards the house. My head was still buzzing some and I walked towards the portable bar to get a drink and clear my head. As I reached the bar, I poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and closed my eyes.

“Is there anything I can do?”

Startled, I opened my eyes and turned around. The handsome face I had seen moments ago was smiling at me again.

“Nah man . . . I’m fine.” I gave a lopsided grin and said, “My head is still buzzing but I think this wine will clear that up. Thanks though.” I paused, looking him over carefully.

“You want a drink?”

He hesitated a moment, and then said, “Sure. A Bud Light, if you have one.”

I opened the can of beer, gave it to him, and continued to hold out my hand.

“My name’s Noah. Noah Hudson. What’s yours?”

Smiling, he shook my hand and said, “Aw shit, man, I’m sorry! I’m Jesse. Jesse Saravillo. I came here with Ricky and Anna.”

“Ohhh, okay. That makes sense. I didn’t think I had met you before.” As he took a sip of his beer, I asked somewhat hesitantly, “How old are you?”

Jesse grinned and said, “How old do you think I am?”

I paused a minute and thought as I looked at him. Early to mid-twenties wouldn’t be far off the mark. “Ohhhhhhhh . . . 25?”

Jesse laughed. “Nah, man, I’m 18!”

I was in shock as he laughed. This boy looked anything but 18. He was 5’11”, about 175 pounds, and muscular. I don’t mean a bodybuilding physique but the kind that comes from an active lifestyle. Natural, beautiful muscles that rippled in his chest and arms. He had the kind of shape that I think is so sexy. Obvious but not overwhelming. Add to that a head of black hair, brown eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes, full kissable lips, and a very light olive skin that made him stand out around others. In slang terms, he’s what artvin escort you would call a “guero”. Light skinned but with dark Latin features. It’s typical when children have parents with different racial backgrounds and I’ve always thought people with mixed racial features were gorgeous.

“Aw, you’re bullshitting me, man!”

“Nah, Noah, I’m serious! Check out my driver’s license.”

He showed me his license and, sure enough, it proclaimed him to be a Jesus Antonio Saravillo, born 18 years ago in 1974.

I handed his license back to him, grinned and said, “Jesus, huh? Like the lord? Should I be on my knees before you right now?”

Jesse laughed and said, “Yeah, but I go by Jesse.” He paused a moment. Then, with a mischievous grin, added, “And you don’t have to get on your knees but I’m sure you’d like it if you did!”

Even as I laughed at him, I was sort of surprised. That type of comment sounded like one I’d make if I was trying to hit on another guy. Of course, I’m sure Jesse didn’t mean for it to come across that way. I kept laughing and said, “I’ll bet!” as I turned back to watch my other guests.

We kept standing there looking at people and I started feeling a little nervous. I mean, here I was, queer as hell, standing by one of the best looking guys at the party, who was little more than a grown teenager. And getting turned on by him. I’d always had strong feelings about not messing around with teenagers, even if they were of legal age. Yet here I was, becoming attracted to one who looked and acted anything but a teenager. I kept sipping my wine and told myself it was normal to get excited about a hot, good looking young man.

But, deep in my heart, I knew that I was also feeling something about him that went beyond just the physical. True, he was a sexy fucker. But Jesse had an innate sweetness about him. An innocence that you rarely saw in people, much less in guys. It was terribly attractive to me.

Jesse tilted his beer up and finished it. “Well, I guess I’m gonna go jump in the pool. You’re sure you’re okay?”

I smiled at him and said, “I’m fine, Jesse. You go have fun.”

Jesse smiled and began walking towards the pool. “Later, Noah.”

As he walked away, I couldn’t help but stare. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and off-white cotton shorts. They were loose fitting but they still hugged and emphasized his body. His muscular ass filled out the back of his shorts and those beautiful cheeks moved sensuously as he walked. You could even see the outlines of the jockstrap he was wearing as the material pressed against his firm butt. I took a deep breath, sighed, and went inside the house to get more food for my guests.

Thirty minutes later, I went out to the pool to make sure everything was okay. Actually, I knew I was going to see if Jesse was still there but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. As I walked up to the pool, I saw him lying on a towel on the ground and two girls sitting on each side of him. He was lying on his back, propped up on his elbows and was talking to them. As I walked up, he turned, saw me, and smiled.

“Hey, Noah! What’s up?”

I nodded and smiled at him and he turned back to continue talking with the girls.

I stood mesmerized by the sight before me. Evidently, Jesse had just gotten out of the pool as his body was still wet. The water clung to him and from time to time, you could see drops run down his smooth skin. His large pec muscles were flexed and his nipples jutted out so far, you just wanted to suck them off his body. His ab muscles were also taut and you could see just a slight trail of dark hair start at his navel and run downwards.

I was surprised to see that Jesse had worn his shorts in the pool. The effect was stunning. The thin material clung tightly to his skin and was so clear you could see his jockstrap distinctly. The wet shorts hugged his packed crotch and you could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. My gaze continued down his muscular legs and then turned to look at the girls next to him.

Even though they were talking to him, they were clearly checking out his body. While Jesse talked to one girl, the other one was looking at his crotch. When he turned to talk to her, she jerked her head back towards his face and I saw the other one begin to look at his crotch. Suddenly, she looked over at me and saw that I caught her looking at Jesse’s body. She grimaced and looked back at Jesse as he spoke to the other girl.

“. . . and I swear to god that if coach had let me run in that series of plays, I would have gotten the first down and we could have kept going!”

“I know, Jesse! I’ll bet you’re the best player on the team and he needs to let you run more.”

I laughed to myself when she said this. She was the ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine and so wrapped up in herself, she probably didn’t even know how to spell football. Plus, she was 27 and I figured she ought to not be messing with a kid his age, even though he probably would have aydın escort loved to fuck around with her. I decided to put a stop to her antics and called out to him.

“Jesse, would you do me a favor? I need some help restocking the beer.”

Jesse looked at me, grinned, and said, “Sure, Noah. Right now?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind breaking away a few minutes.”

Jesse looked back at the girls and said, “I’ll be back in a little bit. Will you still be here?”

“Sure, Jesse!” they said coyly. “Hurry back!”

I laughed when they said that and began walking towards the house. I was sure they would stay there till hell froze over if they had a chance to taste what they saw packed so clearly in his shorts.

Jesse caught up with me and asked, “You feeling better now, Noah?”

“Yeah, man. Don’t worry anymore about that. I’m fine.”

As we walked across the lawn, I stopped to pick up a beer can and Jesse walked on ahead of me. As I continued walking, I was treated to an even better sight of this sexy young stud. The wet shorts stuck tight to his ass and showed every inch of his firm cheeks. The succulent half-moons swayed as he walked and the wet material was wedged slightly between them, defining each cheek clearly. Other than the lines of his jockstrap, there were no other marks on the solid muscle. It almost looked as if he wasn’t wearing anything and my own cock began to get hard. I noticed that as Jesse passed by others, they turned their heads to watch him. And the tight, hot ass that those wet shorts so clearly displayed.

I shook my head to clear my lustful thoughts and caught up with Jesse. We went inside, got the beer, and began restocking the bar. After we finished, I gathered the boxes and told Jesse, “Thanks, man. You can go on back to the pool now.” I gave him a mischievous grin and said, “But be careful, because those babes are ready to tear you up!” I started laughing, looked over at Jesse, and was surprised to see the serious look on his face.

“Tear me up?”

“Yeah,” I said still laughing. “Man, they were practically salivating over you out there!”

“You mean . . . you think they’re interested in me?”

I laughed at Jesse’s innocence. “Of course they’re interested in you! They were checking out your body big time!”

Jesse laughed slightly and shook his head. “I don’t know why. There are lots of guys here with better bodies than mine.”

Given how nice his muscled physique was, I was surprised at his humility. I didn’t reply and we walked silently towards the pool.

“Noah . . .”

“Yeah?”

Jesse hesitated and then said, “Can we talk for a minute?”

I clapped him on the shoulder, laughed and said, “I thought we were talking!”

Jesse stopped. “Nah . . . I mean privately. Inside the house.”

I started to make another light comment but, after seeing the look on Jesse’s face, thought better of it. “Sure, Jesse. Is something wrong?”

“I’d just like to talk to you for a minute.”

Little caution bells began to go off in my head. But I ignored them and said, “Sure. Come on.” We turned around and headed towards the house.

###

As we walked inside, I ushered Jesse into my den. It was a large room, fairly private, and I figured we wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone wandering around the house. I motioned Jesse to sit on the couch and I sat forward in the recliner next to it.

“Okay. What’s up?”

Jesse lifted his head and looked at me carefully.

“I know I just met you today but you seem to be a really nice guy. I’ve heard people here speak very highly of you and even my friend Ricky said you were cool. He said you were easy to talk to and . . . I need some advice.”

He hesitated a moment and said, “Would you mind if I asked you something? Something personal?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“I know you’re gay.”

I looked at Jesse a moment with a surprised look on my face. “That’s your question?”

“No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound that way. What I meant is that Ricky told me that you’re gay. . .”

Jesse hesitated.

I raised my eyebrows and urged him on. “Uh huhhhhhhh . . . and?”

Jesse looked down and stuttered, “How . . . how . . . how do you know . . . you know . . . that you are . . . gay?”

“How do I know that I’m gay?” I repeated, not sure what he was asking.

“Yeah. I mean no. I mean . . .”

Jesse hesitated some more and then looked me directly in the eyes. “I mean, how does ANYBODY know if they’re gay?”

As Jesse looked at me, I slowly sat back in the recliner. A multitude of thoughts began to run through my mind.

“Umm . . . well . . . Jesse, that’s not an easy question to answer,” I said hesitantly. “There’s lots of feelings and emotions you have to sort through and one’s sexuality isn’t an open and shut case.” I paused a moment, then said, “Let me ask you this . . . why are you asking?”

Jesse quickly hung his head and put his hands in his lap.

“I don’t know, Noah. balıkesir escort I’m so confused. I like girls. But . . . I have these . . . these . . . feelings sometimes.” Jesse stopped. I waited.

“I mean . . . sometimes I’ll meet a guy and I’ll start feeling . . . funny. You know? I mean, I’ll start looking at him and . . . just . . . just . . . want to be around him. And see more . . . do more.” Slowly, Jesse looked up at me. “You know?”

Jesse’s confusion and hesitation were touching and accentuated the sweet and innocent nature I found so charming. I knew though that I needed to choose my words carefully as he was obviously in a very vulnerable state.

“Yeah, man, I know. I can remember when I first started feeling that way. Believe me, I understand what you’re going through. I even remember some of my friends that I was attracted to.” I smiled at him. “It’s especially hard when you feel that way about a friend.”

Jesse turned towards me so that he was facing me.

“Yeah, but I don’t feel that way about any of my friends. It’s usually people I meet.” He was staring at me with a strange, intent look on his face. “You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, Jesse. I’m sure you meet lots of teenage guys at the mall and all the places you and your friends run around. It’s only natural you’d want to do something with them.”

Jesse quickly sat back and slapped the couch with his hand. “NO! I’m not talking about my friends . . . or anyone else my age.” He paused again. Then, staring me directly in the eyes said, “Understand?”

I was startled by the vehemence in his voice and hesitated. “Sure man. Like I said, I understand.”

Jesse continued to look at me. After an uncomfortable silence, he looked away, shaking his head slowly.

“You just don’t get it, Noah . . .”

I kept quiet a moment as I was totally confused. I was trying to comfort him and for some reason, it wasn’t working. Jesse looked down and I looked away as I tried to think of something to say. I heard Jesse take a deep breath, exhale loudly, and then mutter something under his breath.

I quickly looked at him and said, “What?”

Jesse looked up at me, hesitated a moment, and said “I said I like . . . you.”

Stunned, it took me a minute to register what he had said.

“You like ME?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah.”

The look on my face must have been of pure shock as Jesse broke into a smile and gave a short laugh. “What? Is that so hard to believe? Or are you pissed?”

I looked away from him a moment and said, “No, man, I’m not pissed. I mean I’m . . . flattered.” I looked back at him, hesitated, and then said, “But Jesse, you don’t even know me. I mean, you just met me today.”

Jesse kept smiling that gorgeous smile of his and said, “I know, Noah, but . . . like I said, that’s how I feel. I think you’re good looking and nice and I just have this . . . feeling . . . when I look at you. And when I’m around you.”

I shook my head and stood up.

“Jesse, listen to me. I understand what you’re feeling right now. These feelings are new to you and you feel like you’ve got to act on them or you’ll explode!” I smiled and said, “I am flattered. I mean truly flattered that you think that about me. My god, you’re the best looking guy at this party and many people here would eat you up in a heartbeat!”

Jesse looked at me silently and I walked across the room. As I reached the other side, I turned and faced him.

“But . . . I’m much older than you and you don’t need to get involved with me. All of this is too new to you and you don’t need to get involved with someone just because you think you like them.” I paused.

“And . . .” I hesitated.

Jesse noticed my hesitation. “And?”

I continued to pause and then said, “I’d feel guilty. I mean, I’ve seen so many older men take advantage of younger guys, like you, who are dealing with these feelings and I don’t think it is right. You need a friend right now who can help you, Jesse.” I paused again. “Not a boyfriend.”

Jesse continued to look at me quietly and seemed to be thinking over what I said. Suddenly, he stood up.

“Okay, Noah, I understand. I won’t bother you anymore.” He turned around and walked quickly towards the door.

As Jesse started leaving, I said, “Wait, Jesse! Don’t get mad! I just think . . .” but it was too late. Jesse was out the door and gone.

Shit.

I lowered my head and rubbed my face with both hands. I didn’t want him to be angry with me but I knew what I told him was right.

Deep down though, as I continued to think about him, I began to admit the truth. That I really DID want Jesse.

True, I wanted that beautiful, hot, sexy, muscle body but it was more than just that. I wanted to experience being with someone again, whose sweetness and innocence hadn’t been crushed out of them by years of bar-hopping, one-night stands, and broken promises. I wanted to caress and hold someone again, who really wanted to be with me.

In short, I wanted to love someone again, who actually could love and give it in return.

The question though was whether Jesse was that person.

I slowly walked out of the den and started for the kitchen. The party had become an afterthought after my session with Jesse and I knew people were probably wondering where I was. As I stood in the doorway to the kitchen, I stopped.