Perfect Timing

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This story is for the ‘On The Job Story Challenge.’ So, as always your votes and comments would be much appreciated. This is a little longer than I usually write and a bit of slow burn. Thanks for taking the time to read this, and stay safe!

GRACE

Crap!

What a way to start the first day at my new job, showing up a half hour late — if I’m lucky.

After a year out of work, with no one hiring, I managed to get my foot in the door. Luckily I aced the interview, finally got a gig that matched my degree in marketing, and now they were going to can my ass before I even get there.

Scrambling around my bedroom like a madwoman, hunting for my new white lace bra and panty set, I snatched some thigh-high stockings out of my dresser, while I was at it. Hopping around on one foot, trying to tug them on without breaking my neck, I couldn’t believe the stupid alarm on my phone didn’t go off.

After I’d speed-showered, soaped, rinsed and dried myself off like my ass was fire, I think I must have broken some kind of record for throwing myself together in under five minutes flat — though I probably looked it, too. I just hoped my stubbornly curly hair didn’t look too wild. All I had time for was a quick towel dry, deciding I’d just have to let my long strawberry-blonde locks do their thing, hoping it would finish drying on the way. I didn’t need to show up looking like a drowned rat, as well as a total mess.

Of course the subway shutting down for nearly twenty minutes was just icing on my already crap-filled cake.

Rushing up the stairs out of the subway station onto the bright sunlit street, I took a fast look down at my taupe suit, relieved to see that the skirt and jacket matched and my white silk blouse was clean and wrinkle free. But then my eyes popped when I took a glance at my feet, and I wanted to scream. How in hell could I have grabbed two different shoes out of my closet? One black, and the other navy blue. They’ll think I’m a clown. A very late clown, if I didn’t move my ass.

I forced myself to push aside how annoyed I was about my ridiculous shoes, even though they were a slightly different height, and made me hobble like I’d had a few too many. As I tried to race through the lobby, I groaned as I watched the elevator doors starting to close. No way in hell was I going to let that happen. I was late enough now. So I threw my arm out, hoping it would open again, and not break anything, like a bone. That’d be all I’d need, talk about adding insult to injury, if I wound up with my arm in a cast just to add to my fun-filled morning.

But lucky me, the door slid open again, and I rushed in, mumbling, “Morning,” to the man standing off to the left inside.

Returning my greeting, he gave me a smile and I noticed right away that he had kind eyes; eyes that seemed to be warming as he looked me over, with a definite hint of something steamy lurking behind them.

Probably somewhere in his late thirties, he looked so well put together in his tailored charcoal grey suit, crisp white shirt and burgundy tie. Taking a look down, I smirked as I noticed that his perfectly polished black leather shoes even matched, unlike mine. Of course he probably hadn’t raced through getting dressed like some kind of maniac, like I had. He looked way to cool for that.

Squeezing my purse handle in my hand, turning my attention to the floor numbers whizzing by, I just prayed the thing would rocket to the twenty-third floor without anyone else getting on or off, so I’d only be about fifteen minutes late — fingers crossed.

Then I gasped and clutched at my chest as I felt it coming to a shuddering stop, with the lights flickering and the alarm bell going off. Oh god. My eyes darted everywhere at once. Could this really be happening? Maybe I wasn’t meant to have this job. Because this was crazy; first my alarm, then the subway, and now the freaking elevator — it had to be fate.

Doing my best to try and focus on drawing air in and out of my lungs, though I tried to keep it together, I started shaking, like really shaking, with my heart feeling like it was about to pound right out of my chest as I felt my whole body going into a cold sweat. Nothing in the world I hated more than being boxed in, ever since I was a kid when my delightfully twisted brother used to think it was funny to lock me in the closet, condemning me to a life with these awful panic attacks.

I noticed the hottie standing beside me seemed calm enough though, as he pushed the button on the control panel to speak to someone. “Hi, looks like we’re stuck between floors.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” a disembodied voice said through the speaker. “Camera’s not working though. How many people are in there?”

Handsome guy looked back at me, gave me the hint of a sly smile as he looked me over from head to toe and said, “Just two.”

Before I could even react to his slow perusal, eyes flaring, I let out another gasp and slapped my hands against the walls as I felt the thing shudder sivas escort and start to drop a little more. Holy mother of all things holy, did the thing have to rattle and keep falling, too? Wasn’t it enough that we were stopped between floors with no way to get out? My fight or flight response really had me freaking out now.

I guess he noticing I looked a little wild-eyed, Mr. Cool calmly reached out and wrapped his hand around mine as he spoke to the guy on the other end. “It’s just dropped a little again,” he told him, like it was nothing, and we weren’t both about to plunge to our death.

“Okay. Then I think you two should sit down or even lie down on the floor, just to be on the safe side.”

Blinking rapidly, now that he’d said that, I stared up at the recessed lighting in the ceiling hoping we wouldn’t end up splattered up there like bugs if this thing decided to freefall to the basement.

I didn’t care if I knew him or not, I clutched the strange man’s hand like a lifeline. At least I wouldn’t die alone, and there’d be two sets of mangled remains to identify. Though, come to think of it, that really wasn’t much comfort.

“Okay. I’ve got a call in to the elevator repair company, and hopefully they’ll be here soon,” speaker guy informed us.

“Is there any way to turn off the alarm?” he asked.

“Sure, that I can do,” speaker guy agreed, mercifully putting an end to the horrible, incessant dinging.

I just hoped he was right about someone showing up soon, because this was not where I wanted to be, trapped in a metal box, with nothing but a flimsy cable keeping us from crashing to the ground into a million pieces. And me with my mismatched shoes, would probably be the only thing left of me.

My fellow box dweller finally looked me in the face and shrugged. “Guess we should do as he said, and get down on the floor.”

Nodding my head, I sank down and leaned my head against the back wall with my legs out in front of me, while forcing myself to keep breathing. Right now I could care less if he noticed my silly footwear, if this thing was going to send us hurtling to the ground, having multi-colored shoes was the last of my worries.

Still, turning my head, I managed a little smile, glad that he never let go of my hand as he sat down beside me.

He gave my hand a gentle squeeze, drawing my attention up to his handsome face. “I’m Will, by the way.”

“And I’m Grace,” I told him, meeting his gaze. Actually, he was quite good looking, now that I was finally checking him out.

He had the nicest, long-lashed silvery-blue eyes I’d ever seen. With just a hint of a sexy beard lining his jaw, along with thick, brown nicely styled hair, with just a few unruly tufts here and there, that I could already imagine running my fingers through. Yeah, if I wasn’t so freaked out, I’d be seriously turned on about being alone with such a hunky piece of man candy right now.

I rolled my eyes as it suddenly struck me that that would be the headline in the newspaper, Will and Grace, dead in an elevator crash. Though this particular Will looked straight from what I could tell.

Then I remembered why I was here, and decided I’d better call and tell them where I was. “I’m so late, they’re going to fire my ass for sure,” I muttered more or less to myself as I reluctantly let go of his hand so I could fish my phone out of my purse and call my new boss Iris.

“Where do you work?” he asked as I scrolled through my contacts till I found her number.

Turning my head, I looked up at him. “Oh, I’m in Marketing and Promotions. This was supposed to be my first day — providing we ever get out of here.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll be okay.”

I studied his face. “How do you know?”

He shrugged, and flashed me a bit of a teasing smile. “I just do.”

God, I wish I had even a smidgen of his confidence. He just looked so self-assured that I knew if anyone could help me get through this, it would be him.

Finally, Iris picked up her phone, and I told her what was happening. When she didn’t say anything at first, I just hoped she believed me. “Iris?” I said, afraid if she was annoyed, what she might say next. Like — ‘Forget it. Don’t bother coming in, if you’re going to be this late on your first day.’

“Here, let me talk to her,” Will offered, holding his hand out for my phone. “Hey, Iris, this is Will. Yeah, I know, what a way to start the week.” He smiled over at me. “Grace is keeping me company while we wait. And hopefully someone will be here soon to get us moving again. No, we’re both fine, just stuck between floors.”

That had me rolling my eyes. Yeah, we were both fine. I felt like I was on the verge of a heart attack or a major melt-down, but according to Mr. Cool, we were both absolutely fine.

“Thanks,” I quietly murmured, once he’d handed it back.

“So, you’ll be working on the floor just below me,” he said.

“I guess, providing they can fix this thing.” Blowing out a shaky breath, I told him how sivas escort bayan everything had started to unravel when my alarm didn’t go off, ending with us sitting on the floor together in this stupid box. “I’m not normally such a mess,” I told him, hoping he’d believe me, because I hated him to think that I was a total flake.

I also told him about how the last company I’d worked for a year ago, had gone under because of the downturn. “So I was thrilled to have gotten this job.”

“Yeah, we’re going through a bit of hiring blitz right now,” he explained. Seeing as our business hasn’t really suffered, and sales have actually gone up, since everyone is looking for a way to keep busy.”

I turned to look at him, nodding my head. “I know. That’s exactly what I said to Iris in my interview. Since so many people are off work with their kids at home, you’ve got the perfect business, selling what everyone’s looking for.”

“Yeah, our bike sales are through the roof, and so are our camping supplies. We can’t even keep kayaks in our stores. Even things like archery equipment, is selling faster than we can stock it. I guess people just want to get outside and find a way to enjoy themselves any way they can.”

Then of course, just for an added bit of humiliation, while he was keeping me occupied chatting, to help me forget about where we were, my empty stomach decided it was the perfect time to start growling like a bear.

Will chuckled. “Sounds like somebody’s hungry.”

Wincing, I nodded. “I was so late this morning I didn’t have time for anything, not even coffee.”

Then my eyes shot open and I looked around in a panic when the elevator started making these hideous creaking sounds. I could feel my whole body starting to shake, though I was fighting as hard as I could to keep it together. I really didn’t want to start freaking out, but I couldn’t stand the feeling of the walls closing in on us while the thing was getting ready to drop like a rock, by the sounds of it.

“Here,” he patted his lap, I guess sensing I was about to go into a meltdown. “Why don’t you put your head on my lap and close your eyes, and try and forget about where we are?”

Sad thing was I didn’t even have a will made out. Not that I had much to leave to anyone. But I guess my friends could divvy up my stuff.

Reading the compassion in his eyes, deciding it might not hurt; I slid onto my back, and rested my head on his firmly muscled thighs. He was so solid; it felt like I was anchored to something safe. Though the stupid elevator was still making little noises, horrible, terrifying little noises, I guess just to taunt us.

“You know what I do when I’m in a stressful situation?”

Looking up at him, I smirked. “You don’t look like the type to ever get stressed.”

“Not too often, but occasionally I find myself somewhere I’d rather not be. But to take my mind off of whatever’s happening, I try to think of where I would rather be.” He looked a little wistful as he gazed at the door and said, “My favorite place in the world has got to be my cottage at the lake, overlooking the water with a nice long stretch of sandy beach.” As he gently stroked his hand over my hair, he quietly said, “Why don’t you close your eyes, and imagine how good the sand would feel sinking between your toes, with the sound of the waves lapping at the shore and the sun beating down on you, nice and warm.”

Closing my eyes, I took a few deep breaths, inhaling his delectable slightly musky scent as I tried to picture myself in his happy place. But then I smiled as I realized that I was still holding hot guy’s hand as we walked along the beach together, in some pretty revealing bathing suits — at least in my fantasy. He had a really rocking body, too; which I imagined he actually did, so at least that part was real.

As I slowly began to feel myself relax, he slid a hand into my hair, and whispered, “Nice, huh?”

“Mmm.” I nodded. “Really nice.” Especially with how good his big, strong hand felt gently massaging my scalp, sliding behind my ears, easing over the muscles in my neck, and sending shivers right down my spine. I could almost tune-out the scary creaking sounds surrounding us as my lady bits began to respond to his touch, heating up and growing damp, while he had my nipples starting to pebble and gently throb. Wow. He was getting me so hot, I wondered if he’d have me going into a whole other kind of meltdown, the climactic kind that I really enjoyed.

What were the odds I wondered, of getting trapped in here, with a guy this hot? For me — probably one in a million — I was never this lucky with men.

As Will worked at relaxing me with his magical hands, he had me so zoned out that I began to feel myself drifting off. Since I always slept on my left side, without even thinking, I turned till I had my face buried in his lap, smiling as his wonderful masculine scent filled my senses as I began to nod off.

WILL

Looking down at her asleep, I could hardly escort sivas believe we were trapped in here together.

The other thing I couldn’t believe was that she had her face pressed between my legs, right up against my deal. I could feel things starting to stir, and just hoped it wouldn’t wake her up if I got any harder and started poking her in the nose.

God, she really was pretty though, with those lush reddish blonde curls softly spread across her shoulders that felt like silk running through my fingers. With such long, pretty lashes softly resting on her high cheekbones and an adorable dusting of freckles sprinkled across her cute little nose. If I’d met her anywhere else but here at the office, I’d probably be asking her for her number by now, though this hardly seemed the time. Especially considering we were stuck here, till the thing either got fixed, or…

I shook my head, refusing to think of what could happen, especially since she looked pretty young, probably no more than twenty-five — which also had me thinking that she was obviously way too young for someone my age.

This was turning out to be one hell of a way to start her first day here, trapped with me, wondering if we were going to make it out alive.

Letting my eyes do a little wandering, I decided she was a nice height, too, probably five six or seven to my six foot-two. And I loved the curve of her tight little ass, and those long, shapely legs; already imagining what they’d feel like wrapped around my waist. Then I smiled looking down at her mismatched shoes. But if she hadn’t noticed them yet, I wasn’t about to tell her. By the sounds of it, poor thing was having a bad enough day as it was, without me making her feel self-conscience about how she’d dressed for her first day at the office.

After wrapping my hand around her waist, to keep her close, letting out a long slow breath I let my head fall back against the wall, deciding maybe she had the right idea, and I should close my eyes for a while, too. Since it didn’t look we’d be going anywhere anytime soon.

I don’t know how long we slept, but both of us jumped, when we felt the thing starting to make an odd rumbling noise, like it might be starting to move again.

Startled, I could see the panic in her eyes, as her lids flew open. So I did what I could to comfort her, pulling her up against me, I held onto her tight, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. When the elevator finally stopped creaking, Grace pulled back, eyes wide as she looked into mine. Without even thinking, I dropped my head and brushed my lips across her luscious mouth.

As she softly began to moan, tightening her arms around my neck, instinct kicked in and I deepened the kiss, tracing my tongue along the seam of her lips, till she let me slip inside. I smiled against her mouth as her tongue instantly began parrying with mine. Now this was nice.

Sliding a hand down along her back, I filled my palm with her backside and squeezed. The way her nipples were brushing against my chest, I could feel myself growing hard as a brick, especially with the way she was really beginning to moan as we lost ourselves in a deep, lingering kiss.

Her skirt bunched up around her waist, with her thighs straddling my hips, I could feel the damp heat of her, rubbing up against my cock, right through my pants.

Hugging her a little tighter, I let out a groan at the feel of her desperately grinding her sex up and down over my throbbing erection.

If I knew for sure that this would be it for us, I’d be sorely tempted to pull down my fly, push aside her panties and give us both one hell of a send-off.

Part of me thought, as I tipped my head to better savor the taste of her, that it would be the perfect way to go, too, buried balls deep in the heat of such an intoxicating woman.

The way she was eagerly sucking on my tongue, while I teased her nipples with my thumbs, groaning deep at the feel of her eagerly sliding up and down on me, had me harder than I’d been in years.

I don’t think I’d ever felt as lost in the feel of a woman; her breasts heaving, and her nipples rubbing hard against me as we feverishly kissed. The way she was desperately rocking against me, basically dry humping the hell out of me, I just hoped I could hold on. Her fingers anxiously twisting in my hair, and me breathlessly thrusting up and down along her sex, basically fucking her through our clothes, I could tell that she was getting close — and so was I. So damn close, I could feel my balls getting tight, ready to explode.

Amazingly, somehow I managed to hold back. No way did I want to come in my pants, and show up for work literally a hot mess, especially since I imagined I was already late for a meeting with one of our biggest suppliers.

Then we both gasped and pulled back, startled to hear the guy interrupt our little make out session as his voice crackled over the speaker. “Hey, hope you’re still doing okay in there. We’ve got a crew checking things out now, and hopefully we’ll get you moving again soon.”

As that dose of reality hit us, I noticed every inch of Grace seemed to blush to a very pretty shade of pink, all the way from her breasts to her hairline. Obviously embarrassed by how carried away we’d gotten, she dropped her gaze and wouldn’t look at me anymore.

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Across the Ages 05: 1980 Viola

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Copyright the author. It took me a while to figure out Viola’s character. This is the last installment from this era of the Barron family; the next story will go forward 20 years. You don’t necessarily need to read all the stories to enjoy this one, although it probably helps to read Across the Ages 04: 1980 Thelma.

*****

Viola stared out at the pool deck, empty now that the orgy had moved inside, thinking about what she had seen. Her daughter Thelma screaming out her love for the young boy, Jack, from the house across the desert, as he plunged into her from behind. The boy who reminded Thelma of that other Jack, who gave Thelma her own daughter and went away to war, never to come back. And yet Viola could see that, although they were both playing a role, the love between them was real, like actors who become the part they are playing. Jack had what Viola thought of as a gift for loving randiness; an eternal thirst for sex and an eternal affection for the people he had sex with; love and sex inseparable, feeding each other in a rising spiral, so that the orgasm is an explosion of both physical pleasure and a mental ecstasy where two wave forms collapse into one.

Viola had known of this all her life. She first discovered the healing power of sex when she was nurse during World War I, tending the wounded who had been shipped back to London. They would get erections when she gave them a sponge bath, looking at her pleading, and nothing seemed more natural than to place her delicate hands on their thick rods and stroke them gently to release. She found that those who received this treatment regularly healed more quickly. Soon it became an open secret in the ward that she would provide this healing treatment, a secret that was not abused. Men would wait patiently for their turn, hearing the life-giving groans of others. Viola discovered that baring her breasts gave greater pleasure, and would let her favorites suck her nipples, causing an explosion of warmth and wetness between her legs.

One night, at home, she disrobed and stood before the mirror and held her hands out, turning them over. They were beautiful hands, soft skinned and agile, precise in their movements and smooth to the touch when she rubbed them together. She reached up with them and began stroking her breasts, gently lifting and stroking the sides, brushing her palms across the nipples. It was as if her nipples were wired directly to her cunt, an electric signal sent through her body each time she brushed them, causing a little tense explosion of heat followed by a release of moisture. She started pinching her nipples, rolling them between her fingers, finding the exact pressure that moved her one step further up the mountainside, reaching towards the peak of quaking desire, until she cried out, a groan from deep within her, her skin suddenly alive all over. Panting, she dropped her hands to her sides and looked at herself in amazement. She probed the swollen wetness between her legs, the open hole, and thought about sinking down onto one of those wounded boys.

As life returned to normal after the war the need for the makeshift ward she tended dwindled, until one night there was just one patient, a proud Scotsman with a fiery red beard and a nest of red pubic hair to match, from which reared the proudest hardest cock of all. She admired it with her delicate hands. Smiling, she bent down to kiss the tip and take bulbous head in her mouth, ripe and red and ready to explode. She looked up at the smiling face of her unknown soldier, stood up and slowly removed the layers of her nurse’s uniform until she was naked before him, proud breasted with hard nipples, her swollen lips wet with desire. She straddled him, opening wide her thighs and lowered herself onto that warm living rod and rode him. They stared at each other, eyes locked and nostrils flared, mouths moaning ever more urgently until they reached the mountaintop together and became one in an explosion of ecstasy, indistinguishable in that moment from love, unsullied and never to be forgotten. Viola felt his spasming cock deep inside her, filling her womb with warm semen.

She never saw her Scotsman again, but it was on that night that Thelma, her wild redheaded daughter, was conceived.

*****

Turning away from the window, Viola was seized by a compulsion to stand naked in front of her mirror again, as she had done all those years ago. She disrobed and spread her hands in that same gesture, turning them over in graceful caresses, raising them to her sagging breasts and pinching her nipples, still wired as ever to the pulsing core between her legs. She fingered the wrinkled skin of her cheeks and ran her hand through her long white hair. She ran her hands over her belly into the hollow of her thighs. Within şırnak escort that weathered leathery frame, she knew, was an opening of wet flesh that was ever youthful and always seeking. She thought of Jack’s cock plunging into Thelma and yearned for it, yearned once more to sink herself down onto that warm intimate hardness. It was then that she thought of The Dress and formulated a plan.

*****

The Dress was a short dress in the flapper style, with sparkling shoulder straps and a shimmering fringe. It was made of black and silver metal mesh that swagged and swayed on every curve of her body, hugging her breasts and dripping off her hips. It revealed her body in a way that no transparent material could have done; she felt more naked than naked when wearing it. She had first discovered its magic power one evening with two friends who had come to her with a problem.

During the Roaring Twenties, Viola had acquired a reputation with her friends as a sexual oracle, full of emotional wisdom and sensual skill, dispensing both with that same magical power of her hands as she caressed the strapping cocks of the soldier in her care. And, like the soldiers, those who came to her never judged her or sullied her name, such was the purity of her healing touch.

On the occasion in question, towards the end of that decade, Terence and Emily, a young couple in their twenties, had come to her seeking solace. Something inspired Viola to throw on The Dress, naked underneath. As they entered the room and saw her wearing it, she was immediately aware of a current, filaments of pheromones threading the air, swellings and secretions in response to visions of her lush naked body beneath The Dress.

Emily reached out to touch Viola’s shoulder. “What extraordinary material,” she breathed, aching to move her hand further down to the swell of Viola’s breast, made riper and more succulent by the shimmering cloth. “Terence, do come and feel.” Viola took Terence’s hand and placed it on her waist, noting his eyes take in the flare of her boyish bottom.

“Yes, I just got it, it has an effect, doesn’t it?” said Viola. “But do sit down, and tell me what ails you.”

They took the elegant love seat and Viola pull up a chair opposite. Emily, who had been wondering how she could ever start the conversations, found that the sexually saturated atmosphere had cleared her mind and quickened her tongue.

“Everybody talks about how wonderful sex is and… Terence and I, well, we don’t get much out of it,” she blurted.

“That is to say, we do like it,” said Terence, “but not madly. To hear people talk you’d think it was the cat’s pyjamas. To us it’s just a nice walk in the park.”

Viola shifted in her seat, judging the moment and coming to a decision. “Have you tried foreplay?”

“What’s that?” they said together.

“Oh, caressing and touching, kissing. And more. You could say that we were engaging in foreplay when you arrived, when you touched my dress.” She stood up and moved closer to them. “Except that Emily would have been touching my breast, and Terence would have been touching my bottom. Would you like to?”

She turned her bottom towards Terence and bent over, facing Emily. “Don’t you feel the arousal?” Emily, panting gently, reached out with both hands and cupped Viola’s full breasts, eyes half closed and mouth half open. Viola bent to kiss the sweet mouth, cupping Emily’s cheeks in her gentle magical hands, caressing her neck and then pressing her lips there as her hands moved further down. Emily moaned softly.

Meanwhile Terence was lifting her dress and caressing the taut globes of her bottom, gently fingering the crack between them, and dreaming of another crack he had glimpsed and longed for years ago. He stood and pressed his burgeoning erection against her. Feeling it, Viola decided it was time to move to the next stage.

“Have you ever tried fellatio?” she asked. Emily and Terence looked blank. “Let me show you. Emily, come and kneel here beside me.” She deftly undressed Terence from the waist down and took his cock in her hands, gently stroking and bringing it to full hardness. “Watch me,” she said to Emily. She bent down and engulfed Terence’s cock with her mouth, savoring its slim rigidity. Terence sighed, eyes closed. She lifted away and gestured to Emily. “You try. Be mindful of your teeth, and use your tongue.” Emily bobbed up and down on Terence’s cock.

“I do admire your haircut,” said Viola absently. “It looks so boyish.” Terence grunted. He opened his eyes and looked down. Viola began to have an inkling of a theory. “Why don’t you take her head in your hands and move it up and down. Push in a little deeper. Terence grabbed Emily’s head, closed his eyes again, and gave şırnak escort bayan a deep groan as he plunged his cock hard down Emily’s throat. Emily gagged and coughed and drew away.

“Oh, my darling, I’m so sorry, I got carried away, I don’t… I don’t know what came over me,” said Terence, returning to the living room from whatever faraway dream had filled his mind.

“No, no, it was a bit more than I expected, but it was also… indescribably arousing,” said Emily.

“Did it make you wet?” said Viola. “Down there?” Emily gazed up at her with a shy smile and nodded.

“Terence, I think it’s time you learned about cunnilingus,” said Viola. “And it’s high time we all got undressed.” She stood up and extended her arms with her elegant palms down, then turned them inwards and upwards in a gesture to Emily and Terence that commanded, “undress me.” They arose and reached down on either side of her to lift The Dress cleanly off her body, revealing her glorious nakedness. Then she fluttered her hands at each of them in another unmistakable gesture and they disrobed themselves.

“Emily, sit down in this chair and spread your legs so we can see your sweet little cunt,” said Viola. Emily, blushing to her neckline, complied. Viola knelt. “Terence, kneel by me and behold these glorious folds and inhale their nectar.” She leaned in to sniff. But looking back at Terence she saw a look of disgust on his face that made her change course. “On second thoughts, why don’t you get behind me while I demonstrate.” Then she plunged her face into Emily’s wet red center, drawing a sigh of relief and desire deep from her core. Her nose nuzzled and her tongue licked, devouring Emily’s salty musky tang and licking up to her now protruding clitoris, launching Emily on the climb to Mount Orgasm.

“Oh, god, yes, FUCK,” said Emily. Viola pulled back for a moment, smiling at the shocking language breaking through Emily’s upper class decorum. She said to Terence, “you can lick my bottom if you like.” Then added on instinct, “why don’t you pretend it is his bottom.” Terence reacted with a primal growl and plunged his face between Viola’s cheeks, thrusting at her arsehole with his pink pointed tongue.

And so they climbed the mountain together, three companions joined in lust and separated in their private worlds, worlds where all was accepted and all was forgiven, where the pure white current of sexuality spread its healing energy without the prim strictures of morality or the violent restrictions of law. As they approached the peak, Viola withdrew again from Emily’s pulsing cunt and said, “why don’t you put your penis in, you know you want to.” And so Terence reared up and plunged his slender prick into Viola’s wet and loose arsehole, thinking always of his secret love. Eruptions exploded then in all three of them, their superimposed worlds collapsing for a moment into a single pulsing wave of love, lust, and pleasure.

“I think I know what the problem is,” said Viola, after they came back to earth. “Terence likes boys and Emily likes girls.”

“I think I like them both,” whispered Emily.

*****

Jack and Kay were chatting at their kitchen table after a winey Sunday lunch when Viola appeared at their back door, wearing The Dress. There was something different in her bearing as she came in, not the sweet old lady they had come to know at Barron family dinners, something regal and primal at the same time. And something else penetrating the wine-soaked air that aroused both Jack and Kay.

“I wanted to thank you for taking care of Thelma while she was here,” she said, with a sideways smile at Jack. “I thought Kay might like this dress. And Jack might like her wearing it.”

The dress shimmered in the afternoon light.

“What’s it made of?” asked Kay in wonder.

“Metal mesh. Here come and feel it.” She place Kay’s hand on her pendulous breast and Jack’s hand on her swelling bottom, as if those were most natural places.

“Here, why don’t you try it on,” said Viola, lifting the dress over her head to reveal her complete nakedness. She started to unbutton Kay’s dress, her delicate hands brushing Kay’s braless nipples as she did so. “Jack, come and take her sandals off, there’s a good boy.”

Jack knelt to unbuckle the sandal straps, his face close to Viola’s grey-haired pubic mound and Kay’s panty clad dark bush, revealed as Viola pulled off her dress. “And pull those panties down, will you?”

“Yes, I think we are about the same size, aren’t we?” said Viola, standing next to Kay. “Go on then, put it on.”

The Dress hung sensuously from Kay’s every curve.

“Do you like it?” asked Viola.

“Oh yes,” breathed Jack and Kay together.

“Good then, I’ll leave you know. If escort şırnak I know that dress, you are both going to want fuck very soon. If you like it, you can come and thank me, Jack.”

She turned and walked out the door, with a saucy twitch to her bottom, and walked naked across the desert with otherworldly grace and sexuality, a vision in long white hair.

“Oh Jack, this dress, I’m almost coming just wearing it, I am so fucking wet.” She bent over the kitchen counter and lifted the dress. “Fuck my cunt and finger my arsehole. Then fuck my arse and come.”

And so he did.

*****

Jack was lying on Viola’s bed as she sat beside him and stroked his erect cock.

“I’m so glad you liked The Dress and came to thank me,” she said.

“Me too. You have beautiful hands, did you know that?”

“The boys used to tell me that, those soldiers back from the war, where I first discovered big beautiful erect cocks.”

“So soft, so smooth.”

Viola’s eyes shone amid the wrinkles of her face and her ever youthful warm wet mouth opened to take him in, all the way down, the bulge of his cock pushing out the weathered skin of her throat. Her tongue undulated as she gulped him down. She withdrew and sat up. Jack looked at her and found her beautiful, from her aged face, alive with a wise and wanton smile, to the dark brown erect nipples in the soft wrinkled flesh of her breasts, to her old lady paunch, to the fine wisps of white hair around her crinkled labia, with the moist red gash of her cunt showing through. She saw him looking there and opened her legs wider and started to finger herself.

“We’ll need to make those bits a little wetter,” she said, and crawled on top of him, lowering her mouth again to his needy cock and her cunt to his thrusting tongue. Her two wet mouths, the horizontal and the vertical, engulfed him and the two of them became one writhing mass of flesh, young and old, bodies pressed so tightly that it made no difference, sucking and thrusting until Jack erupted with a gasp into Viola’s swallowing mouth and Viola gripped Jack’s head in a spasm that started in the fires of her groin and spread throughout her body to the very fingertips of her clawing hands.

Viola sat up and sighed and put her hand on Jack’s softening cock. “I do like sex so very much. It has kept me going all these years. I think all my girls have been like that, haven’t they Jack? You’ve had them all, haven’t you? I saw you with Thelma. You’ve loved them all. Who was first?”

“Peggy. She was the first. I mean, not just the first Barron but the first woman ever. We made love twice that night, once on her bed and again in the hallway. We really fucked hard the second time.” His cock twitched in memory.

“It turns out that Ruth heard us that second time. She was lying in her bed, masturbating. She says she came when we did.”

Viola’s hand started to move up and down on Jack’s stiffening cock.

“Peggy is like Thelma, all soft and round and fleshy. Ruth is more like you, hard on the outside, soft and wet on the inside.”

Viola straddled Jack’s not completely erect cock and slowly sank down on to it.

“Tell me about your first time with Ruth.”

“It was the night of her 20th wedding anniversary with Edward. They had broken up by then and she was sad. We drank a little too much and ended up on the couch. One moment we were talking and the next we were kissing. It was if we fell into another universe. It was wonderful. Oh god you feel good.”

“Tell me more. Tell me everything you did with Ruth.”

“Ruth taught me everything. She taught me to how to lick.”

“She was a very good teacher.” Viola kept riding up and down on Jack’s cock, taking her time, slowing building the charge. “Be a dear and get that Vaseline from the side table and put some in my bottom.”

“Ruth showed me that, too. She invited me into her… bottom, one night. I never felt more loved, more trusted. Oh god, Viola, I love being up inside you. I love your….”

“My cunt, yes, you are fucking my cunt, yes, you are sticking your naughty finger into my arse, not my bottom, my arse, oh yes oh yes, go there now, fuck my arse, fuck my dirty naughty arsehole, you lovely boy.”

She lifted herself, shifted forward, and plunged own again, impaling herself, taking Jack’s cock to the hilt in her other hole, welcoming him into her most intimate and forbidden space.

“Do you love me, Jack? Do you love me like you love all my girls?”

“I do, I love you, I love fucking you, I love that you love fucking me, I love that you love me, oh god I’m going to come again.”

Viola went rigid as Jack erupted inside her, fulfilling his promise of thanks, thankful for the love and trust she granted him, thankful for truth, for her beauty, for her wild sexual wisdom, for her gift down the ages.

Viola watched as his face relaxed and his eyes came back into focused, eyes full of love. “You’ve done us all now, haven’t you? It’s like winning the trifecta, except it’s four. What do you call that?”

“I call it paradise,” said Jack.

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Fictional/older woman/younger man.

Older woman=42

Younger man=22

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The last day of my crappy college teaching job was the best day of my life.

I’d been an esteemed French professor (who also taught Physics). 13 years in and my boredom at work had started to show more obviously to my students.

One of my least favorite students (Becca Marshall) kept pointing out (publicly) my numerous misspelled words in my powerpoint notes presentation. This wasn’t the first time.

“Maybe take an English class, Ms. Edwards?”

Becca had snarkily added.

I paused my lecture. Stared silently at her.

“How about you shut the hell up?” I blurted out venomously. Yes, quite unprofessional, but I really HATED this young woman.

She sat back, shocked. Blushed a bright red.

Grinning, I continued on with my next slide.

The rest of class was without any disruptions.

However, at the end of my last class of the day, the dean, Mr. Sanchez appeared in the classroom.

We had a good relationship-strictly platonic. Naturally, I assumed he wanted to hang out that night. I teased him:”Your place or mine?”

Usually, I’d joke that to him and he’d just roll his eyes or laugh. This time he didn’t even smile.

“Mara,” he said softly. He waited until the last student left the room to finish talking.

I stopped gathering my papers and stared at him. What was his deal?

“One of your students complained to me that you embarrassed her in front of the class.”

I couldn’t help it; I laughed.

“She’ll get over it,” I retorted casually.

“Mara, you’ve snapped at students before. This is the last straw. I want you to pack up your things and go. Since we’re good friends, I may be able to help you get a summer school job-or…” he paused briefly to glimpse down at my revealing cleavage. “something,” he finished.

Cleared his throat.

“I…I don’t believe this,” I thought outloud.

Lately, within the last 5 years, I’d been feeling chained to my job. Like I made a mistake going into teaching. Now was my chance to really live! I bolted over to my boss and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I exclaimed. He pulled back, blushing slightly. Readjusted his striped shirt calmly as he could.

“If you need somewhere to stay…you’re always welcome at my house,” he offered.

(I’d been struggling a bit financially the last few months due to car problems and high mortgage rates). I’d shared this to him. I never thought he’d still be so kind to me despite my unruly behavior.

“Thank you for being so generous to me,” I said tearfully. I paused. “If there’s anything you need from me, as a favor, I’ll do it!”

Of course, I’m not a horny guy so I didn’t think my offer through completely. I was just so grateful to have such a loyal friend!

Only later, as I stood there, waiting for his response did it hit me. What tekirdağ escort if he wanted sex or sexual favors? Was I ok with that? He was a married man. Could I really do that with a married man? His wife, Sidney, was such a beautiful and sweet woman. How could I do that to her?

But then he said something that really startled me.

“My son, Antonio, he needs a tutor.”

Wow, I’d forgotten he even had a kid. It wasn’t often that Miguel spoke of his private life at work.

“And I suppose I’ll do it then,” I agreed, smiling brightly. Hopefully.

My friend’s face lit up. He finally smiled, showing his white lovely teeth.

“It’s a deal then.”

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Within a few days, I’d packed my boxes and arrived at Miguel’s house to stay temporarily. It wasn’t long before I realized based on nervous glances, loud voices, and body language, that me moving in had been a last minute spontaneous thing. Miguel hadn’t gone over this with his wife. Or his son.

His son had brown soothing eyes, like his father. Nice skin too, free of acne or blemishes. He had black short hair. An eyebrow piercing on his left eyebrow. I thought it looked kind of cool. As Antonio helped me carry my boxes into their house, I noticed also he had a tattoo of a red phoenix on his upper arm.

I wondered what it meant. Why he chose it.

He may have looked similar to Miguel, but Antonio was definitely more shy. He hardly said a word to me, but I heard him mutter words under his breath. I wondered how old he was…he was kind of hot…

I tried to push these sexy thoughts away as the day passed on.

Dinner was a bit awkward and no one said much. I was a bit overdressed, in my red blouse, black tanktop, black capri’s, and string of black beads. Black was my favorite color.

Antonio was the first to comment on my outfit.

“Whoa, you look nice,” he said, as he took a seat beside me at the table.

I smiled. Maybe this would be a great idea and adventure for me. I looked at him.

He wore a rock band t-shirt (a Metallica one) and shorts.

“You look…nineteen,” I replied.

I thought he’d feel insulted, and for a few seconds, regretted my bold careless words.

Instead, he grinned. “I get that a lot. I’m actually twenty-two,” he clarified gently.

Overall, the steak was delicious and the red wine was absolutely amazing! I had probably more glasses than I should have had, since I vaguely remember giggling while being helped up to my room by Miguel and Antonio.

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I started my private lessons with Antonio the next night. He was having trouble in math. He really tried his best with the six sample problems I gave him from my old math textbook, but he got four of them wrong.

Watching him struggle was a bit annoying and sad, but helping him better understand multistep equations made tekirdağ escort bayan up for my former brief feelings of doubt.

Our first session went on for an hour.

Again, Antonio wasn’t very talkative like his father, but he was nice and very polite.

Afterwards, as he ran up to his room, I pulled Miguel aside to let him know how it went.

“You raised a very respectful young man,” I commented. Pat him gently on his shoulder.

Miguel beamed. “Thank you. I really appreciate you doing this.” His face turned a bit solemn.

He lowered his voice.

“He’s been getting picked on some,” Miguel confided. “because the other students are understanding the lesson faster than him. So you really are an angel.”

“Oh no, that’s awful,” I replied.

A flashback of me being bullied in high school by a few mean popular girls came rushing back to me. They teased me because I used to have braces, thick glasses, and a stutter.

“I hope he wasn’t too…you know,” Miguel said suddenly. “Flirty?”

I laughed a bit. “God, no,” I answered.

He relaxed slightly. “Good. He doesn’t usually get to be around really attractive ladies often like you,” he added. My face got very hot.

Miguel was simply being Miguel again.

I laughed off his comment and walked off to my room to relax. Miguel went off too, to finish watching some sports on tv.

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During the next six weeks, I noticed a change in Antonio’s confidence and demeanor. He was starting to really understand the equations now, and didn’t need as much help anymore. I was very proud and thrilled! He also began opening up to me more here and there about his teachers, friends, classmates, and hobbies.

I found out he liked to draw.

“I used to paint a lot and draw as a teen,” I told him. “but I stopped one day.”

He seemed a bit sad. “Why?”

I shrugged. “I guess I just got more busy, life happens, you know.”

“What did you draw?” he asked.

“Birds, owls, trees, people…I drew my mom a portrait once on her birthday,” I replied.

“How nice,” Antonio said. “I draw cartoons I make up, animals.. ” he paused and let out a nervous laugh. “and nevermind.”

“No, come on, tell me. I won’t criticize you. You’re…you’re nice and cool,” I stated adamantly.

His face got even redder.

“I umm…once I accidentally walked in on you…in the shower, touching yourself,”

Antonio said, avoiding my gaze.

“Oh,” I said. What else could I say?

“Then I drew you,” he added quickly.

He hurriedly grabbed his books and bookbag. Started to leave the room.

“Could I…see it sometime?” I questioned.

A moment of silence passed between us.

“Uh…sure!” Antonio exclaimed then darted out of the room.

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The next morning, I woke up, rolled over, and found a piece of escort tekirdağ paper on the end of the bed.

Examining it, I saw it was Antonio’s drawing of me, naked. I really stared at it hard. Every curve, line, everything. It looked great! Not just a stick person or something hastily done. This took time I could tell right away-and much effort.

After dinner, I went up to Antonio.

“You’re a very talented artist,” I insisted.

He got a bit shy and humble.

“I’m…I’m ok,” he said.

Then his expression changed.

“I passed my math class,” he explained.

I grinned excitedly. “That’s awesome! I’m so proud of you!” I declared.

“but I guess this means I don’t need your help anymore, as my tutor. It kind of bums me out. I really like you,” he said.

“I like you too,” I told him.

But then he looked at me, a bit intensely. It scared me slightly. Without any warning, he kissed me sweetly and innocently.

After he stopped, I opened my eyes.

“You’re a talented kisser too,” I said. He smiled.

“Well, you inspire me, in different ways,” he replied.

We stared at each other for awhile.

“Meet me in my room?” I told him.

We rushed up the stairs. I had heard Miguel say earlier he and Sidney were going out grocery shopping.

Clothes came off quickly. I almost tore a part of Antonio’s shirt with my manicured nails, but kept going. I’d never kneeled giving a guy a blowjob, but I decided I’d kneel for him. The floor was carpet, but still my knees sort of hurt as I really savored the tip of his dick. I went slowly and lovingly licked every inch of him. Soon we were naked in the bed, intertwined. He brushed some of my brown hair out of my face and kissed me-more passionately.

I’d never had sex with a younger man before, but I didn’t want it to end. We kept going, touching, moaning, and exploring.

We didn’t talk much. No “I love you’s”, but it felt amazing anyway. I squeezed my fingers into his back as he pulled me closer inside him. He started moving at a fast paced beautiful rythm. Back and forth, back and forth.

I couldn’t stop moaning-or enjoying it.

I felt him throbbing-and it felt so good!

“This is better than I dreamed,” Antonio said at one point. I smiled and pulled his face close to mine. We tongue-kissed a bit, but not sloppily. Or awkwardly. Every kiss felt just right.

Antonio wasn’t into any bondage or anything too kinky, and neither was I. So our sex was very tame I’d say, tame but delicious.

Afterwards, we cuddled a bit. It then really hit me that I’d just got banged by my friend’s hot son! Guilt rushed over me, but I kept pushing it away. We were both two horny and legal-aged adults, so was there anything really wrong with it? With a one-night stand?

We gathered our clothes quickly and got dressed. I’d completely lost track of time. I tried to fix my toussled hair-as well as Antonio’s.

We were both downstairs, beside each other watching The Simpsons on tv by the time his parents returned home.

They greeted us with smiles. I helped put some of the food away. So did Antonio. They didn’t suspect a thing. I never told them.

But I’ll always remember how hot the sex was.

So losing my teaching job wasn’t completely bad, after all.

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

“That thing you did Saturday where you made me tie you to the chair and everything?” Blaise said over lunch the next Monday. “That’s really stuck with me. I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“I was wondering when you were going to bring that up,” I said. “I knew you had to have some opinion about it once you had time to think about it, good or bad.”

“I really, really liked it,” he said, his eyes wide. “That was amazing! I mean, I loved how you just told me what to do. But, the feeling of control that it gave me was – I’m speechless. There aren’t words to describe it.”

“I had an idea you wanted to do something like that,” I said. “You’ve made little comments here and there about the leather show and wanting to take it off-stage.

“And, I was really horny and also needed to be stretched for that night’s show. The planets aligned perfectly.”

Once he admitted he liked the feeling of dominating me, being in control, I reminded him – again – that I have tried to give him the opportunity before.

“Y’know, I’m practically your sex slave already,” I said. “I mean, how many times have I all but begged you to treat me like your slave? I’ve had to force you to tell me what you wanted me to do or to watch me do. I mean, that was the whole point of Saturdays originally.”

“I know,” Blaise said. “I guess, I’ve settled into the idea of having you in my life and accepted the fact that you want to be here and I’m not asking you to do something you don’t want to do or that really turns you off.”

“I’ve been begging to be your slave for more than a year now,” I said. “It should be pretty obvious I want to be here – and I want to please you. I want to do whatever it takes to make you happy.

“Do you know anybody who does domination and submission?” I asked. “I mean, I’d like to learn more about what other people do or how it’s supposed to work.”

“I’m not sure there are rules, necessarily.”

“Well, there’s got to be some kind of accepted practices or something,” I said. “I don’t know. Maybe there’s a book.”

We agreed to make an excursion to Gate City Saturday to check bookstores, both mainstream and otherwise, to look for information on the bd half of bdsm. Neither of us were too keen on sado-masochism.

While there were a couple bdsm books at the mall bookstores, they were mall bookstore books and hardly treasure troves of the kind of information we wanted or needed. The seedier adult stores were little better. They’re bdsm books were much more graphic, but still weren’t really how-to’s.

I took a chance and asked the pretty, blue-haired lesbian working the register at the “nice” adult bookstore if she had any suggestions. She showed us the collars and cuffs and explained a little about the imagery of a proper submissive’s collar.

She also mentioned that some people used the Gor fantasy novels as a starting point for Dominant/slave relationships. That triggered a detailed memory for me. I’d read several of the Gor books as a teenager.

The Gor series had a lot to say about sexual slavery, almost exclusively of the female variety. But, I vaguely remembered lists of detailed rules for the behavior of slaves and their interaction with their masters. I told Blaise I would find those books and skim through them for any ideas. But the rules I remembered were pretty straightforward and might be fun for both of us.

Blaise splurged and bought a fairly expensive black leather collar for me. He said he wanted to do this right. He didn’t want us using some glorified dog collar. That was OK for my shows, but not for his house. I agreed. And, the lesbian clerk raised an eyebrow.

For some reason, I proceeded to explain our relationship and even my shows to her. We were the only people in the store and she seemed enthralled by the whole situation. Blaise told her a few of my props came from her store. She actually offered to post a flyer advertising my performances. I told her I’d think about it. Since they weren’t entirely legal, I wasn’t sure about making them public.

We spent almost an hour in her store and finally left with the collar and a set of matching cuffs. I spent a minute checking out a snap-on leather cock ring. She noticed my interest and told me to take it.

“Give it a try,” she said. “It’s supposed to do great things for you.

“Even I wouldn’t mind seeing you wear one.”

“Thank you,” I said, feeling myself blush. “I don’t mind modeling for anybody. But, uh, here’s the address where I do my shows.”

I wrote the dates of the next couple shows on the back of the card Blaise and I had developed as a hand-out.

“It’s just a bunch of fags in the country,” I said. “But it’s a night for anybody.”

When we checked out she actually gave us her employee discount. I ended up with the collar and cuffs for 25-percent malatya escort off, and the cock ring was free.

She also talked me into some short chrome chains with spring hooks on each end.

“Who knows? You might want to use the cuffs for more than just dress-up,” she said.

“Actually,” I admitted sheepishly, “we’ll definitely need these.”

After work that Monday I went straight to Blaise’s and took a shower. I was still in the bathroom when he got home and he took my place just as I stepped out.

When he joined me in the living room I was waiting in his favorite pair of lounge pants, the pink ones. His eyebrow shot up when he saw that I was wearing my new collar. I wasn’t sure about the cuffs yet. But, I had them on the coffee table.

When he sat on the couch I dropped to my knees on the floor at his feet.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Your slave awaits his master’s instructions,” I said. My eyes were down-turned as I spoke.

“This is interesting,” Master said. “Are you going to explain this to me?”

“If you wish, Master,” I said. “Or, Master might enjoy learning the rules of my slavery as we go along.”

“Well, let’s start with why you’re on your knees.”

“Your slave is developing a slave’s creed, which requires that a slave live in a state of submission, on his knees at his master’s feet awaiting his command,” I explained. “A slave must never be on the same level as his master when in the same room. If Master is sitting, his slave must kneel on the floor. Also, a slave must never look his master in the eyes.

“Just so, your slave awaits your pleasure in his place, Master.”

“I see you’ve done some research,” Master said.

“Yes, Master,” I answered. “A detailed Slave’s Creed is in process. Your slave will share it with you as soon as possible.

“For the time being, what is my master’s pleasure?”

“Um, get me a drink?” Master said uncertainly.

“Yes, Master.” I rose and went to the kitchen.

When I returned I knelt in the same spot and lifted the glass of chilled whiskey up to Master while looking down at the floor.

“Damn,” he said. “This is kind of cool, A. But, I’m not sure -.”

“My servitude is voluntary, Master,” I said, “and an act of love.”

I heard him catch his breath just then.

“Thank you,” he said.

“Master should always refer to his slave simply as ‘Slave,'” I said. “A slave’s personal identity is one of the sacrifices made when entering into the Master/slave relationship.

“Your slave has willingly given up his identity and freedom in the service and love of his master.”

It took a minute for him to respond. When he did, I could hear emotion in his voice.

“Your master is grateful,” he said. He placed a hand on my down-turned head.

After he finished his drink, Master seemed to be more willing to play along.

“Slave,” he said.

“Yes, Master.”

“Give me a blowjob.”

I silently pulled his pajama pants down and began a detailed inspection of his cock and balls with my mouth, licking and rubbing him to a full erection in less than 60 seconds. He was aroused much more quickly by his new power over me.

I had his cock in my throat as soon as it was hard enough to reach past my larynx. I swallowed and licked and hungrily sucked him until he pulsed and throbbed against my lips and tongue.

I bobbed my head and shoulders between his thighs until he came like a teenager getting his first blowjob.

“Oh, my God!” he nearly screamed. “That was so intense!”

After a while, he directed me to join him on the couch. I started to object, but he said he wanted me to lay my head on his lap.

That was an unusual request. But, I chose to face his cock and slowly caressed it to another erection and had precum on my cheek within an hour. I sucked and milked another thin orgasm from my master a few minutes later.

“You’re the best slave ever,” he breathed. “I didn’t even have to ask you to do that.”

“A slave must learn and anticipate his master’s desires in order to provide for Master’s pleasure quickly and efficiently,” I said.

Over lunch the next day, I tried to explain the “rules” I’d developed so far.

“First, of course, when I’m wearing the collar, I’m yours,” I said over pizza.

Blaise chose the corner booth as far from the door of our favorite restaurant as possible for as much privacy as we could get. It was a slow day so we practically had the place to ourselves.

“I have to do anything and everything you say right away,” I continued. “I have to respond quickly and eagerly. I have to accept your commands without question or bitching or groaning. You’re the master. I’m the slave.”

“And, that brings up another point. When I’m wearing the collar my entire identity is the collar,” I said. “I am a slave and you should refer to me only as Slave. I have no other name but Slave.

“And, as your slave, I have no right to use your name for any reason. I will refer to you only as Master.”

“OK,” Blaise said. malatya escort bayan “I’ve already seen that. That’s doable.”

“You’ve also seen that I must always be in submission to you on my knees at your feet,” I continued. “I can’t be on your level without your permission. I can’t even sleep in the same bed unless you order me to. Otherwise, I have to remain on my knees by the bed until you turn off the light and lay down. Then I can sleep on the floor by your bed.

“I have to be available to you for your use in any way at any time.”

“I don’t think I’ll make you sleep on the floor. But, I can get behind the rest of it,” my friend said. “We have that now. You’re always ready for anything I want.”

“Well, with the collar on, I’m thinking I have to make sure lube and wash cloths are always ready, too,” I said.

“That’s something else,” I went on. “I can’t make you wait. If you want something or want me to do something, it has to be right now. A slave never makes his master wait.

“So, I can’t make you wait for a drink or for me to get lube or even to shower or do an enema. I have to be ready for anything all the time.”

“Still, you almost are already. This isn’t going to be all that different,” Blaise said. “Until now, I haven’t noticed just how much you’ve spoiled me.”

“Now that I think about it, that could also mean that I should be naked all the time – except for the collar, of course,” I said. “But, that’s up to you. Everything’s up to you. As my master, you can change or add to the rules at any time for any reason.”

Eventually, we ran out of time and decided to finish going over my rules after work.

“So, what do you want to do tonight?” I asked Blaise in his kitchen later. “Do you want to finish up with the rules? Or, do you want me to act them out and explain as we go?”

“As much as I like having you on your knees, let’s just go over the rules,” he said. “I want to understand what’s going on.”

“Well, I’ll probably be on my knees at some point tonight anyway,” I said with a wink.

I spent most of the evening explaining the various rules for slavery I had gleaned from the Gor books and had reworked for our situation. While I did, though, I was on my knees caressing and kneading his cock to erection.

We weren’t going to have a full-time Dominant/slave relationship as portrayed in the books, I told him as I stroked his dick. And, I wasn’t going to get a tattoo – or was I?

I told Blaise that only he could take the collar off my neck to release me. Either one of us could put it on. I could willingly enter his service by putting it on at any time.

But, I could only remove it when he ordered me to or when one of his commands required it’s removal, like taking a shower. However, if I was ordered or expected to put it back on after the shower, I would be under its influence in the interim. So, if Blaise sent me to the shower, I would take it off, but would still be his slave during the time I wasn’t wearing it. If he decided to join me in the shower, I still was his to command.

While wearing the collar, to reinforce a slave’s place and lack of personhood, a slave had to avert his gaze and look at the floor at all times when practical. I couldn’t even look my master in the eyes. That would suggest equality.

I also couldn’t speak until spoken to. I could acknowledge commands with something like, “Yes, Master.” But, if I had to ask a question or tell my master something, I had to ask permission to speak first.

And, of course, since this was slavery, there had to be some kind of discipline or punishment involved for breaking the rules. A slave had to honestly acknowledge rule-breaking and accept any punishment willingly. And, while neither of us were interested in sado-masochism in any form, there might need to be some form of symbolic punishment as part of the ritual/role-play. That was something we’d need to think about and agree on mutually.

“Do you have these written down somewhere?” Blaise asked. “How are you remembering all this? Or, expecting me to?”

“It really isn’t that complicated once you get into it,” I said. “But, yes, I’m going to write it all out.

“I think it will be easier in practice once we’re actually doing it.”

After work the following Monday I showered as usual, put on the collar and the cuffs.

When Master came in a few minutes later he found me lying face down over the kitchen table, my cock and balls hanging on one side. It was just enough to allow my forearms to hang over the other side. I had the chains attached to and hanging from my wrist cuffs ready for Master to restrain his slave.

“What’s this, Slave?” he asked.

“Your slave would be honored if Master would restrain him over the table and use him as Master sees fit,” I suggested. “Master may enjoy either end.”

“Don’t you want me to wait until I’ve had my shower?” he asked.

“Master may do as he pleases,” I said. “But knowing his slave awaits him chained to the table might build anticipation.”

Without escort malatya further comment he grabbed the short pieces of chrome chain and pulled them tightly to connect them to each ankle cuff under the table.

“What’s this other chain for?” he asked.

“Master may wish to restrain his slave’s cock,” I said. “There is a D-ring on your slave’s cock ring. The other end should just reach one of the cuffs.”

There was a definite tug on the leather strap around my cock and balls. The chain was just barely long enough.

I couldn’t move for the 15 minutes he was in the shower. It was long enough for my dick to begin to harden, pulling against it’s restraint.

I don’t know how, but something about being tied down naked knowing something fun was coming was a serious turn-on. I couldn’t wait for Blaise – I mean, Master to return and literally have his way with me.

Finally, Master appeared in front of my face just at the edge of the table. He began slapping my face with his limp cock. He rubbed the head over my face and let me lick it and suck it in to work on it with my lips and tongue. In a minute he was hard enough for a proper blowjob and he shoved himself as far down my throat as he could go.

I sucked and swallowed and licked like my life depended on it and just as he was rock hard, Master pulled out and disappeared.

The next thing I knew he was pushing his slick cock against my spread asshole. I felt the familiar cold wetness of lube on my ass just as he pushed through my sphincter. My mouth was open and my eyes were squinted tight even with my standard preparation in the shower, I wasn’t quite prepared for such a quick “entrance.”

My master grabbed my hips roughly, tightly and pushed his own bony hips against my butt cheeks sharply as his stiff cock pounded in and out of my tight hole. Short gasps were escaping my throat loudly. This was more intense, more violent than our normal, more loving anal encounters.

Still, it was intoxicating. Each grunt and gasp found me pushing back against his thrusts, anticipating and desiring every hard pulse into my ass.

I was pulling the table back into his hips as much as he was pushing away with every thrust. I might have been bound, but I was fucking Master at least much as he was fucking me.

Suddenly, I was reminded of my bound and straining cock and balls. Apparently, they had swollen against their bonds to the point of pain. I could feel both of them throbbing as my heartbeat – and pleasure – increased. Even before I felt Master’s warm cum fill my ass, I felt my own spasms pull against the leather cock ring and chain that held me in position. My cock shook and throbbed and in seconds it felt as if the head blew off and I pumped a stream of semen onto the floor under the table.

Just as I felt that release, my master grunted loudly and a hot pulse of sperm blasted into my waiting ass. I felt every spasm and pulse as he emptied himself into me. By the time his cock calmed down, my own was spent and limp in spite of the tight leather and chain that bound it.

As Master was leaning heavily on the table, I could feel his legs shaking violently. My own were no better. He dropped down to kiss over my back and up to my shoulders. I shuddered and moaned when I felt his hot breath against my ears and neck.

His hands rubbed up my thighs and ass cheeks, over my back and up to pull my hair a little.

“Good God, it’s good to be the king!” he breathed.

“Mmmh. You are my king, Master,” I moaned.

When he released me we both headed to the shower. I dropped to my knees on the floor as he stepped into the stall to wait for him.

“Join me in the living room after you shower,” Master said as he dried off.

“Yes, Master,” I said. “Do you have a clothing preference, Master?”

“Whatever you like, Slave.”

I met him in the living room wearing my collar and his favorite pink trunks.

“I always like the way you look in pink,” he said, smiling.

I made a mental note to order more sexy pink clothes as I dropped to my knees at his feet, my face down-turned.

“What -? Oh, I forgot,” he said. “Sit next to me, Slave.”

“Would Master like a drink first?” I asked as I stood up.

“Well, sure,” he said. “If you don’t mind -.”

“I am your slave, Master,” I said. “It is my pleasure to serve.”

“Then, yes, get me a drink, Slave.”

I got him his usual whiskey and then, on his orders, sidled up next to him on the couch with a hand first on his thigh, then, eventually on his growing cock.

I began caressing him even before he gave me instructions.

“I like a servant who anticipates his master’s wishes,” he said.

“A good slave always anticipates his master’s needs and desires,” I told him as I pushed my hand into his pants to find his warm meat.

A few minutes later, my head was resting on his belly, his stiff cock in my mouth. Once I’d drawn out and swallowed his hot cum, I licked him clean to the point that a wash cloth was unnecessary.

It didn’t take long for him to get the hang of telling me exactly what he wanted. Nothing he required of me was especially difficult or different from our normal routine. But, we both enjoyed the change in relationship. Blaise obviously liked giving orders and seeing them carried out. I found that I liked serving more than I ever imagined.

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Life on the High Seas Ch. 01

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Growing up in the 1970’s Bible Belt, I was very naïve and inexperienced when I had my first real sexual encounter with another person. Even through college, my sexual contacts were limited to light petting sessions with an equally naïve girlfriend, feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra. Only once did she briefly squeeze my hard penis through my jeans.

That my first experience didn’t happen until I was a 23-year-old college graduate seems ridiculous now, especially as it was with another man. It happened while I was working as a government regulator aboard a tuna fishing boat on the Pacific Ocean.

After several weeks of training in San Diego, I flew down to Puerto Rico, where the tuna boats unloaded at the canneries, for my first voyage. As I walked on to the Rosemary C, a 225-foot tuna seiner, I knew “first-timer” was written all over my face. But despite the stories I’d heard about the “G-Man” being despised and alienated, the crewmen — mostly Portuguese & Filipino nationals, were friendly and helpful.

I shared a cabin with three Portuguese brothers — Marcos, Gilberto and Pedro. Each bunk had a privacy curtain. The others had small TVs and VCRs mounted at the foot of their beds which I quickly learned they used to watch porn tapes late at night and masturbate. It wasn’t until later that I realized why they also kept rolls of paper towels in their bunks.

The day after I arrived, we set out to sea for what turned out to be a 90-day voyage. Fortunately, I don’t suffer sea-sickness and within a week or so, I settled into life aboard a tuna boat with 18 other men. At the end of each day everyone stripped off their work clothes and tossed them into a washing machine before showering in the communal bathroom. It took me a while to feel comfortable undressing in front of the others, but they were obviously completely at ease with being naked around each other.

One difference between the Portuguese and Filipino crewmen was obvious — the former had much bigger penises, and Marcos had the biggest. It hung down long from his thin waist and flopped back and forth as he strutted around the shower room. It was hard not to steal envious glances — even soft it looked longer than my six-inch erection.

My maraş escort life and sexual orientation forever changed late one night about three weeks into the trip. Until then my fantasies were only about soft curves, round breasts and warm vaginas. They still dominate my sex life, but ever since that night my horizons are much broader.

I was still nervous about masturbating with other men close by, so I always waited until late at night when my bunkmates were asleep. That night I was working on a good erection when Marcos came in from being on watch-duty. I froze when he flicked on the overhead light, even though my privacy curtain was closed.

Out of curiosity I peeked out to spy on him. I don’t know what I was hoping to see, so I was a little surprised when he pulled off his t-shirt and pushed his shorts to the floor, revealing a smooth, hard ass. After turning on his TV he stepped across the cabin to turn off the light and I could see his long penis jutting out from his body instead of hanging down. He must have been aroused because it was longer than I’d ever seen it.

Now the room was dark, but I could still see from the light of Marcos’s TV. He got into his bunk and laid on his back. I figured he would close his curtains to jack-off in privacy, but to my surprise he left them open. Instead, he just reached down and started stroking himself.

I was fascinated because I’d never watched another guy masturbate. He alternately slid his hand up and down the length of his shaft and squeezed the tip. I couldn’t see his TV from my vantage, but it must have been a good video because soon his chest was rising and falling and his hand was moving faster and faster.

After just a minute or so a thick stream of sperm suddenly erupted from his penis. I swear I heard it splat as it fell on his belly, but maybe that was wishful thinking. It was followed by two or three more ejaculations and a couple dribbles that left his penis glistening in the TV light. Marcos quickly recovered, cleaned himself up with paper towels and pulled his curtain closed.

Laying back in my bunk I realized my heart was racing from having watched another man masturbate. It all happened maraş escort bayan so fast that I had forgotten about my own penis. Despite the neglect, it was still rock hard and I was able to bring myself to a powerful orgasm, shooting sperm all over my own stomach. By then, I too, kept paper towels handy.

The crewmen rotated watch duty, so I studied their schedule in hopes I would catch Marcos masturbating again. Four or five nights later I stayed awake while he was on the 8 PM-midnight watch. Gil and Pedro were asleep in their bunks when Marcos came in. He woke Pedro, who then left to take over the watch.

I spied on Marcos from my bunk again with my heart racing in nervous anticipation. I was not disappointed as he stripped naked like before, turned on his TV and lay back in his bunk. He again left his curtains open. After a few minutes his penis began to grow and when he began stroking it, I pushed my own shorts down and started masturbating, too.

Within a few minutes Marcos was fully erect (I was completely hard almost immediately). I quietly stroked myself while he did the same. He seemed engrossed in the video on his TV, but then he suddenly looked over and beckoned me with a finger! My heart stopped. Did he know I was watching him? I moved back from the narrow gap in my curtains, certain he could not see me. But he beckoned me again. Did he want me to join him? Watch his porn video with him?

Many people blame modern media for society’s obsession with large penises, but I think mankind has probably been fascinated by them since Cain and Abel first stood side-by-side naked. It was that same fascination that motivated me to climb out of my bunk for a closer look at Marcos’s big penis.

If I had stopped to think about what I was doing, I would have shrunk back in my bunk and pretended to be asleep. But I didn’t. I pulled up my shorts, climbed down and crept across the dark room. Marcos slid over, giving me room to sit on the edge of his bunk. I was facing the TV but could clearly see his penis by my side. My attention was so absorbed by it that I don’t remember anything about the video.

I kept my face turned toward the TV, but really my eyes were escort maraş glued on Marcos’s member as he continued to stroke himself. My heart was pounding fast and my own penis was achingly hard from the excitement of being so close to a naked man.

I didn’t know what to do and started feeling foolish, like a fully dressed man at a nudist colony. Should I take off my shorts and start masturbating, too? I certainly was hard enough! A moment later, Marcos grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand toward his penis. I felt like I had stepped out of my body and was watching as he placed my palm around himself.

It felt soft on the outside but hard underneath just like mine, not much thicker but two inches longer. I squeezed it gently and lightly tugged up and down on the shaft. Feeling the skin slide up and down the rigid muscle was amazing. A drop of pre-cum formed at his red, spongy tip so I rubbed it in with my thumb. Marcos moaned slightly then and when I looked back at him his eyes were closed, clearly enjoying my ministrations.

After a few minutes of stroking and squeezing him, Marcos put his hand over mine and moved it up and down more rapidly. I figured he was ready to ejaculate, so I stroked him faster and faster, letting the tip slide through my hand just the way I like to masturbate myself.

Very quickly Marcos’s breathing became labored and his hips thrust up and down. Then he let out a quiet groan and a thick stream of sperm squirted out and landed on his belly and my wrist. I continued jacking him off and several more ejaculations came out and landed on my hand. I used the slickness of his ejaculate to stroke a few more, smaller spasms out of him.

I was reluctant to let go of his penis even when it began to soften in my hand. After a few moments his breathing slowed and he wiped up his sperm. My hand was covered with it, too. He handed me a paper towel and as I stood up he suddenly closed his curtain. Just like that – he was finished with me.

I threw the paper towel in a waste basket, climbed into my bunk and immediately pushed my shorts down, releasing my own aching penis. My hand was still sticky with Marco’s sperm, so I spit into it, creating an effective lubricant. The thought of what I had done quickly pushed me to another explosive orgasm.

I was both scared and excited about jacking Marcos off. Scared that I might be gay but excited about making him cum. I was still struggling with those emotions when Marcos took our relationship one step further a few weeks later…

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I Gave a Man My Number!

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I gave another man my phone number or. a Wolf in the fold is worth two in the bush!

Just a bit of erotica that came to me

I gave another man my phone number.

Yeah me, he who always chasing women like a fool in hopes of getting laid.

But Wolf, not his real name was interesting. Funny, smart well-read. Lover of art.

We met in a chat room, exchange email addresses. And we talked via email. It was nice. We eventually took the zoom step. Chatted that way too!

He was based in the central U.S. and I back east. Bit of a time difference but we made it work.

We made plans to meet in New York City and did. We spent 4 days together. He rented a room at a decent hotel in the Big Apple. We toured the city. We saw a play, went to a couple of Museums and explored the apple!

Wolf and I hit it off solidly!

We were sitting on the couch in his room, and we started to kiss. I was shocked at how wonderful it felt. Even if his beard did tickle.

We stripped off our clothes. He took manisa escort hold of my hand and lead me to bed. We kissed some more, and he stroked my arm and told me to relax. He would do all the work. He was so slow and gentle.

He kissed my neck and then my nipples. Still stroking my arm.

He kissed his way down and placed soft kisses on the head of my cock. Sweet sensations coursed through me. My cock grew hard in his mouth. In time his fingers enter my rosebud. It was uncomfortable at first. But in time I started finding pleasure and came in his mouth.

He then knelt on the bed, spread my legs, and entered me. As I said he was gentle. Allowed my ass to get used to his cock inside me.

At some point, I started pushing myself into him. Taking him fully. His hot seed filled my bowels.

He stayed inside me as we spooned as fell asleep.

Upon awakening, we took a shower together.

We ordered room service and put on the hotel terry cloth bathrobes.

We escort manisa ate our meals once they came. Watched a little tv fell asleep on it.

We woke up and Wolf started teaching me the fine art of cock sucking. His cock was a bit thick and about six inches long I managed to get half of his man sausage in my mouth. My first taste of his seed was a bit messy and very pineapple tasting. Not a fan of pineapple but I grew to like it. I even called it his Hawaiian punch. And we started to call it that

His stamina was amazing for a 78-year-old man. I felt so wonderful in his big burly arms.

I would lay head on broad chest and run fingers through his mass of gray hair. Sometimes running my hand down to stroke him till was hard.

I grew accustomed to his cock in my mouth and ass.

We had a go of it in the bushes of Central Park. That was fucking thrilling.

Our time was now over in the Big Apple. I hugged and him at the train station. He back to manisa escort bayan the wheat fields and back to the Nutmeg State.

We zoomed a lot. Naked of course. Me longing for his Hawaiian punch.

I went to visit him. We took off where we left off. In every inch of his house. I loved it when he fucked me on top of the washing machine as it went through its spin cycle. The vibrations under my ass as he fucked me there.

I met some of his LBGT friends and they accepted me. One even mentioned that they had never seen Wolf happier.

One weekend we decided to move in together I sold off all my furniture and brought just my clothes.

As I said Wolf is a gentle lover and very thoughtful. He would bring me small gifts. Nothing crazy, maybe a pizza one night, a new terry cloth robe, and other things.

He showed me his world and all the wonders of it We would go to Chicago every so often and get pizza or just explore the windy city.

He took me to Mount Rushmore and I got to see the monuments of my favorite Presidents.

And we both had a wonderful new beginning. It is amazing, sometimes you meet a stranger and walk away with a new friend. Or in the case of Wolf a new lover who opened my eyes to so many things.

I love my Big Wolf and his Hawaiian punch. The only man for me.

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(Ex Con Uncle Part 4)

I couldn’t believe what I’d just done.

I’d just rode the cum out of some ex-con I’d just met the same day.

There was Skins, the hardcore skinhead whose blue balls were sore enough to let me throat his cock and ride him…

And raw at that…

I looked at him just sitting there on the sofa with the same look of confusion and satisfaction on his face that I’d seen on Uncle Joe the two times I’d milked him.

What was it about “str8 men” that turned me into this sex fiend?

And… what was it about me that attracted them to me enough to allow me to have my way with them?

Was it my short, lean twink stature?

My smooth, hairless skin?

Or my soft, round glutes?

That’s gotta be it.

I like to wear joggers to school pretty much every day because their cheap and comfy–more comfortable than jeans, slacks, or pants.

Let me explain…

While my waist is pretty small at 30 inches, my quads and glutes are bursting out of size 30 jeans.

While I can button the size 30’s at the waist, I have to go up to about a 34 to fit my thighs in them, so joggers it is.

I’m not a jock or into sports at all, but I do occasionally jog and do squats with added weight since strong quads are good got all the plyometrics I do in dance and some of our musicals at school.

And while Uncle Joe was the first guy to ever technically fuck me, my first time doing gay stuff was way before this.

I’ll tell you about it

As I said in an earlier story I’m a dancer and theater kid for the most part.

I know very little about sports and hated PE class at school because of all the sweating and stuff.

I enjoyed watching the really athletic guys in class, but other than that I HATED it.

Buckley high school, the high school I went to is in the poor part of town. It used to be mostly white back when mom went there, but now it’s mostly black with a few white and Latino students who all got along for the most part.

Most of us were poor, with a few middle class folks who still sent their kids to Buckley high even though it was a hell hole with overcrowded classes, a deteriorating building, and teachers that didn’t give a damn.

All of them except Coach Williams.

Coach Williams was a tall, Black man who wasn’t shredded, but you could tell he used to be.

He not only taught PE, but coached the Basketball team which was apparently pretty good.

They often made it to the playoffs and won some statewide championship the year before I got there.

Kinda weird that the school was state champs in basketball but failed at everything else including academics.

Buckley High was, and still is, a dropout factory.

Since PE was a requirement, and they wouldn’t let me use my dance or theater elective classes in place of it, there I was sitting on the bleachers in the gym watching everyone else have a good time.

I enjoyed watching the basketball players all sweaty–some of them with their shirts off.

Two of them in particular would catch my attention: Rashaad and Carlos.

Rashaad was one of the stars on the basketball team.

According to Coach and so many others, he’s the main ingredient to their state championship team.

Rashaad stood about 6’4 even as a high schooler and was lean and muscular at the same time.

He has really dark, dark skin the color of molasses and it’s smooth and clear… no blemishes or acne.

He has dreadlocks that he keeps pulled back and it accentuates his high cheekbones and chiseled face. Oh, and he has a thick, nappy beard which is weird to see on a high schooler.

Whenever I’d see Rashaad, his shirt was off and the sweat dripped down his washboard abs down to that deep V the guys have.

And like so many other guys at Buckley, he’d often let his pants or basketball shorts sag a little so you could see the top of the waistband of his boxer briefs which were often drenched with the nevşehir escort bayan sweat that pooled at the top.

Every now and then his pubes would peek from below the rim of his underwear when they sagged enough.

And his dick was HUGE!

I mean, even though he wore underwear it was easy to see his thick pole swinging from left to right whether he was doing some complicated cross dribble maneuver on the basketball court, or just walking around.

His dick print was massive.

It wasn’t uncommon for him to have mini-hardons where his Dick would kinda chub up from time to time.

And he used it.

Although Rashaad was in high school, and the crown jewel of the basketball team, he often struggled academically and had 3 kids by 3 different girls already.

Like… wow…

I know, right?

Anyway, I’d often try to get out of PE any chance I got.

I’d tried convincing them to let me get my PE credit with other classes to no avail, so my next resort was trying to do as least as possible when it came to sports and stuff.

Coach FINALLY had a proposition for me…

Apparently, Rashaad was in danger of failing Algebra 2.

Usually, teachers looked out for the star athletes and gave them a passing grade in the interest of high marks on the football and basketball teams, but Rashaad’s Algebra 2 teacher wasn’t having it.

Rashaad would have to get a passing grade the old-fashioned way if he wanted to pass Algebra 2.

Failing would have him removed from all extra curricular activities, including Basketball.

Coach knew I was pretty good in math–well, better than most at Buckley, so he agreed to let me skip PE if I would tutor Rashaad after practices.

I agreed not understanding the fact that Buckley’s basketball team was championship-grade for a reason: they practiced well into the night sometimes!

I agreed to stay after school all the way through practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

This was easy since I usually had theater or dance practices after school until about 630p, then I’d head over to the gymnasium to finish homework waiting until practice was over anywhere.

I was down for it if Rashaad was, and according to coach he was.

That first Tuesday went as expected.

I finished dance class then headed over the the gym to wait until practice was over to tutor Rashaad.

I salivated watching him dominate the court during practices. He was so aggressive and passionate.

It was so fucking sexy.

Finally, practice was over…

They did some corny chant and headed to the showers.

I started putting my things away so I’d be ready when he came out of the shower and we headed to his house where I’d tutor him.

Rashaad was the last one to come out of the shower some 30 minutes later.

He walked over and greeted me.

“Sup bruh,” he said raising his had to slap me a high five with extra seasoning.

“You bout ready to roll?” He asked.

“Uh, yeah…” I said.

For some reason he made me kinda nervous.

Was it because he’s so sexy?

Maybe.

Was it because he’s so popular around Buckley?

Maybe.

Was it because he’s Black and I’m White?

Maybe.

The arrangement was that he’d ride with me since I drove my family’s white Ford Focus to school every day.

We’d do math at his house, then I’d head home.

Rashaad practically folded himself into the front seat and let the seat all the way back before reaching his hand inside his basketball shorts and adjusting himself.

My stomach was in my throat.

Out of the corner of my eye while driving I could see the outline of his thick python in the passenger seat laying across his left thigh with his legs wide open manspreading to the max in my little Ford Focus.

The car ride was totally silent except for the occasional directions he’d blurt out guiding me to turn left, or turn right to get to nevşehir escort his house.

We pulled up in front of a pretty neat, basic house.

I don’t know why I’d assumed we would be pulling up to some projects somewhere.

I put the car in park.

“Nah bruh, we in the back,” he said guiding me to pull into the driveway behind the house to a converted 2 car garage-turned-cottage which was now living space.

That’s where Rashaad was living for the moment.

Apparently his father was in prison and his mom had disappeared two years prior so he was living alone.

We walked in.

It was clean, but clearly everything was sorta rigged.

There was electricity and air conditioning… but there was no official bathroom…. Just a toilet in the corner with a sink that doubled as a place to wash your hands after using the restroom AND to get water to drink/cook with.

Almost like a studio or efficiency apartment… but probably created without any permits from the city or county lol.

He didn’t say it, but I could tell he was a little embarrassed with his living situation by the look on his face and the way he was acting.

He was acting nervous and so was I.

We sat at a makeshift dining room table and started working on his assignments.

After about an hour it was now rounding 9pm and I was getting tired.

His cell phone rang…

Apparently one of his children’s mothers was calling to chew him out about something.

As he’s going back and forth with her, arguing, he casually gets up and goes over the the toilet.

He pulls out his humongous Dick and starts pissing.

To him, this was probably nothing.

As an athlete he’s probably used to pissing in front of other guys or being otherwise naked all the time.

But for me, this was a stunner…

And apparently my face said it all because as he shook the last droplets before tucking it away, he looked my direction and saw me eyeing his piece.

Busted!!!

He continued talking to the girl on the phone as he walked back to the table and sat down.

“Yo Chad, let’s just catch up on this shit Thursday,” he said as he continued on the phone.

I gathered my things and started to walk out the door.

As I got in the car my heart was beating a mile a minute.

The next several Tuesdays and Thursdays went without event until one night as we were going over some algebra when I noticed he had a massive hard-on.

Rashaad’s Dick was on BRICK.

There I was sitting to his left trying to walk him through the Pathagorem Theorem while the tip of his BBC was poking out of the leg of his basketball shorts.

I noticed and quickly fumbled my words…

I’m sure I was beet red in the face at that moment.

“My bad bruh, it’s just been 3 weeks and my shit is on brick,” he said.

I chuckled.

“Uhhh, it’s… it’s no problem Rashaad,” I replied.

“I mean, I’m not gay or nothing but you wearing them tight-ass pants showing your fat ass, your skin is smooth and shit, and I guess that shit just wakes my Dick up,” he said.

My jaw dropped.

“I know you’re gay and I saw you checking my shit out so as long as you don’t tell anybody it’s whatever…”

My heart was racing…

My hands were sweating…

“So what’s up?” he asked.

I was still still silent.

He leaned back in his chair and let his Dick stand straight up our of the leg of his pants.

It was easily 9 inches, uncut with a single vein pulsing down the length of it.

His baby maker was throbbing yo his pulse.

His detailed abs and pec muscles were contracting with each stroke…

He reached over and took my left hand and wrapped it around his dick and closed his eyes while laying his head back…

I didn’t know what to do.

I started slowly stroking up and down and he moaned a little bit.

I leaned over and let some of my spit fall out escort nevşehir of my mouth…

I missed the first time so it landed on his shorts…

I hawked up a little more spit and the second time was the charm… right on the money…

Then he gave Sort of an exasperated gasp…

I just jacked him off the way I’d Jack myself off at home.

He seemed to be okay with it, too.

He kept his eyes closed the entire time I basically gave him a hand job.

Every now and then precum would gurgle out of his piss slit and moisturize the process.

“Gon’ and put yo mouf on it,” he said…

I’d never done that before…

I mean, id seen a lot of blow jobs on Pornhub and X-tube, but id never done it myself… or had it done to me.

With that I got down on my knees and climbed between his massive, athletic thighs and reached for the waistband of his shorts to pull them down.

His long, black Dick sprung back up at attention as Rashaad’s basketball shorts gathered around his ankles as I leaned in to suck a man’s penis for the first time.

His plum-size bull balls were hanging low AF…

I grabbed his tube steak with both hands…

I looked up at his face…

He still wasn’t looking at me.

His eyes were closed and his head was still back facing the ceiling.

I leaned down and stuck my tongue out preparing to lick his balls…

I did….

They contracted and tensed up toward his body as he trembled.

From the size of those heavy bull balls, I can see how he has 3 babies out there somewhere.

I leaned in a second time expecting to suck on the tip of his penis…

As it entered my mouth his foreskin rolled back and I tasted his salty, pungent precum…

He was in heaven…

“It’s been three weeks, and I just need to…”

And with that Rashaad grabbed the back of my head and forced his missile down my wet, tight twink throat.

I gagged and heaved as he used both hands to raise my head up then slam it back down on his thick pipe.

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes…

And I could barely breathe as he picked up the pace…

Matching the rhythm with pelvic thrusts humping my face…

Then the unthinkable happened…

I vomited.

I gasped for air as the vomit spilled onto the floor.

I looked up at Rashaad and he had this crazed, animal look in his eyes looking down at me.

He was out of breath…

I was catching mine…

Then, without saying a word he stood up and grabbed the back of my head again and aimed my mouth at his heavy, meaty Dick…

Then back at it he went…

His low hanging balls slapping my chin as my nose met his nappy, pubic hair each time he forced me to throat his cock.

“Eat that Dick…” he said as he fucked my face so aggressively it was clear he’d done this before.

Then no more slapping from his balls…

They pulled up against his body as he thrust harder and harder than ever before…

He didn’t even care that I wasn’t able to be as careful as before about not using teeth…

He was a mad man…

He was sweaty and his rhythm picked up even more as he pushed one final thrust toward the back of my throat and fell back into his seat.

With his Dick down my throat I could feel it spewing rope after rope down my warm twink throat.

With my nose against his pubes…

Dick as far down my throat as it could go I looked up as his eyes rolled to the back of his head…

It looked like he was having a seizure or something…

I nursed the rest of the cum out of his pipe as I massaged his balls continuing to suck…

He looked down at me and pushed me head off catching his breath.

“You ’bout ready to go,” he said as he stood up… Dick dangling between his legs… and picked up my book bag to hand it to me.

He stopped looking at me and looked away… holding my book bag out at arms length.

He was spent…

He’d spilled his seed and now he was done with me.

Catching my breath I wiped the precum/spit/cum mix from around my mouth and stood up.

I grabbed my bag and casually walked out the door.

That was hot, but felt weird.

I could still taste his salty cum in my mouth on the way home.

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Silver and Gold Ch. 11

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Wooofff it’s been a rough few weeks but I’m back! I hope you enjoy this installment as our boys face the fallout from Brody’s death. This chapter is a bit of a [sad] mood, but I promise there’s a rainbow at the end of all these gray clouds.

*****

Feldspar stared at the two empty backpacks on his bed. Silver had given them to him and asked him to pack while he hiked down to the border. He’d said something indecipherable about reception and cell signal, and Feldspar could tell it one of the many human things that was not worth the effort for Silver to explain to him. All he needed to know was that Silver needed to be on the border in order to contact his friends to make transportation arrangements.

He glanced at his closet and back to the backpacks, frowning. He hadn’t been willing to ask Silver what to pack. This was the least of what needed preparing before they were to leave for Paris to take care of Brody’s affairs. He cast his mind back to his time before the Wood for any memory of what the weather was like in Paris. It was a fruitless task. He had no idea what season it even was, let alone what the typical weather would be. He needed to swallow his pride and ask for help, and aside from Silver there was only one other person he could go to.

As if summoned by a thought, he heard Daniella’s voice calling to him from below. “You up there?” she called out.

Feldspar poked his head out and looked down the ladder. “Hello, Dani. Come up.”

A moment later the human woman was standing in front of his bed, arms crossed as she surveyed the empty bags. “Looks like you’re making a lot of progress here.”

Feldspar frowned at her. “You know I haven’t a clue what I’m doing. Silver asked me to get our luggage packed while he arranges our transportation.”

“When do you leave?”

“I suppose as soon as we’re able. He’s anxious to get there as soon as possible, but Silver said it would take at least a full day to get to Paris depending on the flights he is about to secure.”

Daniella chewed on her lip. “A full day? You’re taking a plane?”

Feldspar nodded sharply. He tensed for what he knew would come next.

“You know that Mal could take you,” she said cautiously. “Gneiss could host the delegation for half a day and he could take you.” Her words were a smidge more confident than her tone, and Feldspar’s frown deepened.

“The fact that he might delay our departure to care for the delegation is exactly the reason I’d rather not speak with him right now. I can imagine how that conversation would go and I’m not eager to deal with him right now. Aside from that, I don’t want to risk a major delay if something should happen that he feels is more important than getting us to Paris. I can’t put that stress on Silver, and I’d rather not set myself up for disappointment.”

Daniella winced and her body sagged. “Fair enough,” she said, pained. “He is wound pretty tight with the European faeries here and trying to strategize a plan for making contact with the federal government. It kills me to see you two fighting though. You’re one of his oldest friends and he needs you, even if he’s shitty at showing it.”

Feldspar had nothing to say to that, so he turned back to the still-empty backpacks.

“How long will you be gone?” Daniella asked after an uncomfortable silence.

Feldspar shrugged. “As long as Silver needs. I believe that Brody’s family in — ” he looked at the ceiling as he struggled to remember the name of his birthplace. “Kentucky — are managing most of his affairs here, but Silver will likely have duties to attend to on his behalf in Paris. I believe he is also organizing a memorial service for Brody’s friends in Europe. I haven’t a clue truly, but I suspect at least a few weeks.”

“Okay, so you’ll need a decent amount of clothes. Let’s see,” she pulled out her thick journal and leafed through it to a page of calendars with each day scrupulously checked off. “It’s December out there and from what I remember it gets pretty cold in France. I don’t think it snows though. Or at least, not a lot of snow. As long as we pack some decently warm clothing I’m sure Silver can borrow from friends if you need more.” She walked into Feldspar’s closet and started rifling through his clothing. “Based on Silver’s style, I’m guessing you’ll want things that aren’t too obviously faery-ish. Here,” she passed a somber suit and white shirt to him. “You’ll need that for the funeral and anything else fancy you might go to.”

“Silver doesn’t like fancy things.”

“Just in case.” Feldspar nodded dumbly as he let Dani take over. She continued sifting through his closet, passing him what few clothes he had that passed for human-made. In the end she’d gathered barely half the amount she thought he’d need. “Please tell me Silver’s closet is a bit better?”

He led the way to Silver’s tree and Daniella quickly started pulling things from Silver’s closet for both him and Feldspar. Feldspar made sure to grab Silver’s favorite hoodie and sweats, along with anything else he thought might muğla escort add a measure of comfort. Half an hour later Daniella stood back from the two piles of clothing, running a mental checklist on everything she thought they would need.

“Thank you for this, Dani. It’s been so long since I’ve been outside, I doubt I would have been much help to Silver without you.” Feldspar chewed his cheek as a slip of anxiety wriggled in his stomach.

“Hey,” Daniella said gently. “It’s going to mean a lot to him that you’re there. So you won’t know how to navigate the human stuff. I promise that won’t be the stuff he needs your support for anyway. He’s going to be grateful you’re there no matter what.”

“Thanks,” Feldspar said hollowly. “He told me I don’t have to go. He said he can handle it on his own and that I should tend to my duties with Mal and the delegation.”

“And what did you say to that?”

“There’s no way I would allow him to face this alone.”

Daniella gave him a tight, sympathetic smile. “Are you at least going to say goodbye to Mal before you leave?”

Feldspar shook his head, crossing his arms defensively. The last thing he was interested in was a human woman less than half his age piling guilt on him about his broken friendship. “I do not have the capacity for Mal, besides which he will try to convince me to stay or delay and my mind is already made up. I don’t see a point in arguing with him when I already know what each of us would say. He would tell me to stay here for him. I would tell him he’s a selfish asshole. I’d rather go without making it worse between us, if it’s all the same.”

To his surprise, she sighed and said, “I get that.” She peeked at him and seemed to consider her next words carefully. “Fel, I know Mal is being a stubborn dick. I love him, but even I can see that.” She hesitated, twisting her hands in the hem of her shirt. “Maybe I shouldn’t even be saying this, and if I shouldn’t, please just forget I said anything. It would make me really, really sad if you two never get past this. You have been friends for such a long time and you’ve been through so much together. It might not seem like it but it’s killing Mal that you aren’t on good terms. Go on your trip, be there for Silver. I mean, god, you’re going to the most romantic city on earth! By the time you come back, I just hope that Mal will be ready to fight for your friendship. You both deserve that.”

******

Feldspar and Silver left early the next morning. Gneiss and Nephrite walked with them to the border and hugged them. Nephrite had given him a bundle of letters to post and a kiss on the cheek. Gneiss had given him one of her best throwing knives and slap on the ass. Feldspar hesitated for a few minutes, making superficial conversation with his friends. He knew it was time to leave, but some small part of him hoped that Mal would show up to say goodbye. Despite what he’d said to Daniella, it felt wrong to leave without him. Since becoming a faery he’d never gone into battle without Mal at his back.

With a falsely bright smile Feldspar took Silver’s hand. It was time to leave whether he was ready or not. As they crossed the border he could feel his friends at his back, the warmth of their love and the chill of things left unsaid. He picked out the trail, deliberately turning his mind to getting Silver safely down the mountain.

Before he knew it the world around him had greyed subtly, all magic leeched from the atmosphere. At the foot of the mountain they followed a human hiking trail to a crumbling parking lot. Silver dropped his backpack heavily and rolled his shoulders, eyes fixed on the entrance to the parking lot. He shifted restlessly and checked his phone with a frown. Silver held the phone up and waved it around, then peered at the screen again. Feldspar tensed, his body taut with the desire to step in and help. He didn’t know what Silver needed, and so he could only watch impotently as the other faery grew anxious.

Twenty minutes later a sleek silver car slid into the lot, humming with a distinctive harmony that tickled Feldspar’s ears. He shook his head fruitlessly to dispel the odd sensation. The car glided to a stop in front of them and the humming stopped to Feldspar’s relief.

“Hey Dave,” Silver said as a scruffy man emerged from the car. “Thanks for picking us up.”

“Yeah, man. No problem.” Dave gave Silver a quick one-armed hug in greeting and held out a hand to Feldspar. “You must be Silver’s boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you.”

Feldspar shook his hand. “Nice to meet you,” he swallowed, fully aware that he was supposed to use the human’s name. Knowing and doing were two very different things, he was finding. It had been so long since he’d had to get by outside the Wood. “I’m…” he gave Silver an uncertain look. They hadn’t had time to discuss how much he should try to blend in and what their protocols should be around humans. Besides which, giving out his name felt so intimate. The idea of doing it in front of Silver sent muğla escort bayan an unpleasant quaver through him. Silver gave him an encouraging, understanding smile. Feldspar cleared his throat. “Fel. Please call me Fel,” he said.

Silver rubbed his lower back soothingly and Feldspar’s discomfort receded a bit. The human had already moved to open the back of the car for them to stow their bags, the exchange of names inconsequential to him. Feldspar could only laugh internally at himself for how daring the exchange felt, and how insignificant it was compared to what he would navigate over the coming days and weeks.

Silver open the backdoor of the car and got in first. Feldspar took one last look at the forest behind him. The ache in his chest went deep, driven as much by what was behind as by what lay ahead for Silver. He drew in one final breath, savoring the crisp breeze carrying the scent of the Wood on it. He silently said goodbye to his home and refuge, and slid into the car.

Once he was settled Silver leaned over him to show him how the fasten the seatbelt, and then retreated back to his side of the car. He held himself stiffly, as if loosening his hold on himself would unleash a tornado. Feldspar found himself clenching his jaw with anxiety. Silver had been quiet since they’d left. He wished he knew what to do or say to comfort Silver.

“This is great. Thanks again man,” Silver said as Dave guided the car silently back onto the road. “It’s so quiet compared to your other car.”

“Ah yeah. I figured I should bring an electric car since you said it was his first time. I know how sensitive your senses are.”

“Thank you,” Feldspar said. It was sweet and embarrassing to realize that Silver had been worrying about how he’d cope with the human world. It went against his instincts to not be leading and protecting Silver. He would have to rely on Silver completely, like a helpless little lamb. “Your car is much superior to the one I rode in some decades ago, though I admit it’s still unsettling. Please don’t trouble yourself on my account though. I’m eager to be on our way.”

Silver picked up a thread of the sparse conversation with Dave, catching up on the status of various mutual acquaintances. He was keeping the conversation just alive enough to not offend his friend, but Feldspar could tell his heart wasn’t in it. It was unsettling to see Silver attempting to behave naturally when he knew he was a mess inside. He hated that he felt the need to mask his feelings. Feldspar wanted to hold him, to be strong for him so that he would let go of being strong.

Since he couldn’t force Silver to stop trying to keep up a brave face in front of Dave, Feldspar began cutting into the conversation. Soon enough he’d coaxed the human into a lively discussion of the methods of roasting chicken. He soon was learning the intricacies of dry brining versus wet brining and the secrets behind his barbecue sauce recipe. It wasn’t much but at least he could save Silver from the effort of entertaining his friend.

Pine trees, aspens, and craggy granite slid past them as they drove down the mountain. Soon they had entered foothills of golden grass and oak trees. Feldspar watched in mute fascination as the landscape changed. He could hardly remember when he’d last seen this region. As he gleaned information on the previous few decades from Dave, he watched Silver from the corner of his eye. The faery had fallen into silence as soon as Feldspar had taken over the conversation. He leaned against the window, resting his cheek on his bicep as he watched the scenery flow past. Feldspar slid his hand over onto Silver’s knee and squeezed gently. Silver glanced at him and gave him a thin, perfunctory smile before staring back out the window. He didn’t move to shake Feldspar off his leg, and Feldspar decided to take that as a modestly good sign.

After they’d been driving for well over an hour the car suddenly slowed to a crawl. “Sorry, looks like there’s traffic around the airport,” Dave called back.

“We’ve got time,” Silver said.

Feldspar sat up and looked out the front window. There were cars as far as the eye could see. The car jerked forward, then stopped almost as quickly. Somewhere another car honked, followed by the blare of a truck horn. The smell of exhaust permeated the air. Feldspar drew in a shaky breath and tried to quell his roiling stomach. He could feel a light sweat starting to form on the back of his neck.

“You okay?” Silver said, turning away from his window to gently touch his shoulder. Feldspar nodded unconvincingly. Shit. He really didn’t want to make Silver take care of him. He pulled in another deep breath, only to feel a stronger wave of nausea roll over him. Silver watched him closely and immediately dug into his backpack. He produced a packet of dried ginger candy. “Here,” he said, holding out a piece to Feldspar. Feldspar chewed the candy gratefully. The spicy flavor filled his senses, blocking out the noxious smells of the bumper-to-bumper escort muğla freeway. As soon as Silver was satisfied that Feldspar wasn’t about to vomit, he turned back to his window, immersed in his own world again.

******

“Passports please,” the young woman said crisply as she stuck her hand out to Feldspar. Her hair was pulled back so tightly into her sleek bun that it had to hurt. Feldspar wondered if that’s why she sounded so irritated under her sweet customer service voice. He blushed as he looked at her outstretched hand. His first instinct had been to step in front of Silver when they’d reached the counter. It felt natural to take care of him. He sighed. If only he knew how anything worked. He looked back toward Silver, who quickly stepped up to the counter, nudging him to the side.

Silver looked down his nose at the woman and heaved a disdainful sigh that reminded Feldspar of a stuffy noble. He’d never seen Silver treat anyone like that before, and he found himself frowning at this reminder that Silver might be a different person in the human realm. “We’re nonhuman passengers,” Silver said cooly.

The woman’s eyes widened and she leaned forward slightly. Feldspar had the strong urge to slap her as she gawked at Silver’s unusual coloring and pointed ears.

“Are those real?” she blurted, her professional facade cracking under the strain of the situation.

“Yes,” Silver said in a tone that invited no further inquiry. The woman turned to Feldspar and scrutinized him. He frowned at her. He didn’t appreciate being stared at, not did he like seeing Silver acting so stand-offish. It wasn’t like him, which could only mean that enough humans treated him this way that he had to put up his defenses.

“I’ve never… I’m sorry. It’s my first time serving your kind. I’m new, and uh, we don’t get many… Anyway. Yes. Let me look you up in that system.” She called her manager over to help her check them in. When she handed over their boarding passes her hand was shaking.

Silver led him through the maze of the security checkpoint. While the humans had to line up and go through machines that put Feldspar’s teeth on edge with their strange magnetism, the screening line for non-humans was entirely empty. Silver handed their boarding passes to the guard mutely, who examined them briefly before waving them through. Once they were clear Silver muttered that the humans had decided a few years prior that there was no point in checking non-humans for weapons when they had magic at their disposal.

From there Silver confidently led them through a sea of people milling about as they waited for their planes to take off. Feldspar hated everything about the airport. The aimless, slack-jawed travelers. The artificial, stifling stench of low-quality food. The overly bright lights and garish items for sale.

The only redeeming thing about the experience was that it was crowded and Silver had taken firm hold of his hand to keep them together. Feldspar didn’t like not knowing how to get where they were going. Never in his life had he entered into battle without surveying the ground and making a plan of attack. Now, he had no choice but to go into the unknown with nothing but faith that his love would be enough to help Silver through what lay ahead, even though there was so much he didn’t know.

As soon as they found their seats on the plane Silver began taking things out of his backpack with military precision. He passed earplugs to Feldspar and watched carefully to make sure he inserted them correctly. He gave Feldspar a pair of warm socks and small pillow, along with an eye mask and bottle of water. He pulled a book out and tucked it into the seat pocket in front of him.

Feldspar watched him in fascination. He was thrown back to the first time they’d run into each other at the crater lake. He’d been so intimidated by Silver’s worldliness. A wave of affection and desire coiled within him. Dani had been right. He had never known anything about half the things Silver had experienced. Silver didn’t care about that, he adored Feldspar just the same. With that comforting thought Feldspar felt a weight lift from his heart.

As the plane taxied slowly to the runway, Silver’s brave facade began to crack. A light sheen of sweat formed on his upper lip and he began to shift in his seat. Feldspar reached for his hand and pulled him closer. “Silver, are you alright?”

Silver turned to him, his eyes darkened with fear. “Sorry,” he whispered. “This part really sucks.”

Just as he finished speaking, the plane began to accelerate. Feldspar felt his stomach drop, even as his ears screamed at the all-consuming roar of the engines. He gripped Silver’s hand, his eyes wide in shock at the overwhelming sensations as the plane began to take off.

Silver’s face was frozen in a mask of terror, his eyes fixed in the middle distance. Feldspar recovered from his surprise when he saw how frightened Silver was as the plane rose into the sky. He pulled Silver into his shoulder, letting him bury his face in his neck so that his vision and hearing were obscured in the protection of Feldspar’s arms. He put his hand over Silver’s other exposed ear, hoping to muffle the horrible roar that had filled the aircraft. He rubbed Silver’s back for the entire ascent, feeling useful for the first time all day.

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Tommy walks out of the glass door, with a big smile on his face. School had just let out for the summer, and now it was time for nothing partying, partying, and maybe a little more partying. Tommy, who was going to be a senior the following fall, was a popular kid. He was the QB for the varsity football team and a promising second baseman for the baseball team. He had scouts at almost every game he played that year, and next season shouldn’t be any different. But today wasn’t the time to be worried about it, he thought as he walked over to his new truck.

He had gotten a loan from his grandpa to buy the truck so he wouldn’t have to get one from the bank and pay the high interest rates. To make his payments, Tommy worked several jobs, one at the grocery store, another mowing grass, and helping friends haul hay( a job he despised, but it was pay). Being how it was nice, sunny day, Tommy decided to work on his tan by mowing Ms. Johnson’s yard. It was right on the Main Drag and Tommy liked to show off his muscular frame for the chicks who cruised by. What he didn’t realize was that someone else liked to see him in that state.

Mrs. Johnson was a women in her early forties, striking good looks if you really looked at her. She was about 5’6,” nice tan, she weighed around 140 lbs., and some of the biggest breasts in town. She had gotten a divorce from her husband of fifteen years almost two years ago. She had kind of given up on men although there plenty of guys in this small town that wanted sakarya escort to show her their lust or love as they would say in public. She just didn’t find them interesting enough to even date them.

Tommy drove home, loaded the pushmower in the back, and took off for Mrs. Johnson’s. When he got there, he got the mower off, and noticed that all the kids from school were out riding around. So he took off his shirt to let the sun do it’s magic, and another big smile appeared on his face as he realized the girls were honking and waving at him.

“Anyone of them could be mine,” Tommy thought as they drove by.

He started the mower and began pushing. An hour later, covered in sweat, Tommy was finished. He figured that Mrs. Johnson was still at work, since it was two in the afternoon, so he started packing everything up and climbed into the cab of the pickup when he heard her voice.

“Tommy, where are you going? Don’t you want your money?”

“Oh yeah, I didn’t realize that you were even home, Mrs. Johnson.”

“Kathy, you can call me Kathy, Tommy. You are already 18, and you have been mowing for me for two years. I think it would be alright for you to call me by my first name.”

Tommy knew something didn’t seem right, but he couldn’t put his picture on it. Anyway he followed her inside to get the money. He had never heard anyone his age call her by her first name before, why was he so special.

“Want a beer, Tommy?” Kathy sakarya escort bayan asked as she entered the kitchen to get her purse.

“Yeah, I could use one, as it is so hot outside, but maybe I should just stick with water, I did sweat alot out there,” Tommy replied. ‘Was that a smile I just saw’ Tommy wondered.

He had never thought about it before, nevermind that, he thought about it all the time. Kathy was extremely hot, but there was no way he had a chance to get her in bed. He was only 18 and she was 42. He used to jack off with images of her big, beautiful tits bouncing up and down as she rode him.

“Well, I think you deserve a beer,” exclaimed Kathy, seductlively twisting the cap off the bottle.

“Thanks,” was all Tommy could get out of his mouth.

“Why don’t we sit down in the living room, it is a little more comfortable in there”

Tommy sat across from Kathy, checking out the tank top she was wearing, the black bra strap that stuck out from the side, her short cut-offs, and those tanned legs. He was almost getting a boner right there, and nothing was even happening. Kathy was checking him out too, but being a little more conspicous about it. She knew what he was doing, so she started rubbing her legs across each other.

“God, I wish he would have left that shirt in the truck!”

“So Tommy, are you excited about the upcoming season, I heard that you guys have a good shot at making state.”

“Oh yeah, escort sakarya I think we have a great shot at it, but I will be a little nervous with all those scouts hanging around. My whole body gets tense when I know they are there, and I almost need a masseuse in the locker room to loosen me up.”

Kathy didn’t know if she should follow up on it, but she had an idea of giving him one right here and right now. “I could give you one if you wanted me too.”

“A massage?,” Tommy replied a little stunned.

“Yes, sure, why not.”

“Well I will have to remember that,” Tommy said after he finished his beer.

“Want another?”

“Sure, but after that I need to get going.”

Kathy came back with a fresh beer and handed it to Tommy. “Actually what I had in mind was to give you one right now.”

“Oh, uhh… ok.”

“Why don’t you sit in front of me over here.”

Tommy got up and made his way over to where she was sitting and got down on the floor. Her hands were soft and warm, Tommy hoped she didn’t peek over his shoulder and see the effect she was having on him. “If only his friends could see me” Tommy thought as he sucked on his beer.

“What a body, so strong, and tight, nothing like my ex” Kathy thought.”I just wish he didn’t have that shirt on.”

After about ten minutes, long agonizing ten minutes for the both, Kathy complained that her fingers were aching. Tommy got up, trying to shield his excitement, and he half turned to thank her for the shoulder rub and the beer.

“Thanks for everything and the money,” Tommy said with a smile on his face.

“It was all my pleasure, Tommy,” Kathy said honestly.

She waved at him as he drove, then headed for her bedroom, something besides her fingers were aching as well…

To Be Continued…

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Scott looked around his room trying to get his bearings… where was he? As he looked over in the king bed, he saw another man under the sheets and everything came flooding back. Last night… Saturday evening… and with the long day and everything he and Marc had done, the older man convinced him to stay the night and share his bed with him.

Scott began replaying the events of yesterday in his head. An invitation to drinks had led to Marc forcing himself on the young man. Was it forcing? It didn’t take much to bend Scott’s will as Marc went down on him and before the end of the day had Scott sucking his first cock and losing his anal virginity to the older more experienced man.

Never in his life did he ever think he would do some of the things he did with Marc — sucking his long, erect penis and allowing him to fuck him, long and hard — bareback. Scott saw the images flash through his mind, Marc hovering over top of him, kissing him, as his hard cock plunged in and out of Scott’s ass.

Yesterday, Marc had reminded him that Scott’s girlfriend had called Marc a queer the day before out by the pool… encouraging Scott to watch out for his “new queer friend”, just before she left for her job. “Queer” it was a term he had always said in a derogative manner. “Fag” and “Queer” were things Scott and buddies had said making fun or putting down other guys they believed might be homosexual or sometimes just taking a jab at each other.

Marc had overheard that comment at the pool. He was listening intently to Anna as she warned her boyfriend about the stranger taking interest in him. But Scott didn’t heed the warning and instead deciding to play with the fire — a fire which now consumed him, a desire that could not be extinguished.

Marc had insisted, while fucking him, Scott too was a queer. That’s what he was now. He loved cock, the taste of Marc’s semen as he swallowed it. How the cock filled him so completely, pushing into his ass. He had never experienced anything like it before. Was he really gay.. just after one encounter? It didn’t matter. Marc had insisted he say it and late last night Marc had unveiled his plans for the young man.

Over glasses of wine before bed, he told Scott that he would introduce him to other men. He would whore him out to his buddies making sure he got lots and lots of cock. Gay men who would use him, fuck him. He would suck their cocks and swallow their loads. If he wasn’t queer right now — he would be soon.

The truth was — Scott had never been so sexually turned on. He had his share of experiences with women but nothing compared to the sex he had yesterday with Marc — nothing. He and Anna had intentionally tried to keep their relationship physical, neither wanting to go down a path of getting emotionally involved again.

But he did feel strongly about her and now guilt in what he was doing. But he couldn’t deny the sex he experienced with Marc was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He loved sex with another man and nothing in his life compared to it.

He looked over to see the satin red sheet which covered Marc’s lower torso. Scott tugged on the sheet as Marc’s naked frame was revealed. His beautiful cock, laying limp on his leg as the older man lay sleeping on his back. As much as he didn’t want to wake him, the desire to touch him was just too great. Scott reached out and grasped Marc’s member, softly in his hand, pulling ever so gently.

Marc began to stir and looked over, smiling as Scott pulled and stroked his member. Then Scott bent down and took the ever growing penis into his mouth. It was warm, soft, as Scott swirled his tongue around the pink head. He loved the way it felt in his mouth as he let his hand stroke the shaft which hardened ever so slowly in his hand.

Marc merely tilted his head back on the pillow, closed his eyes, and let the young man go to work on his cock, occasionally taking the wet member out of his mouth to lick his balls.

Scott marveled how satin soft Marc’s skin was without a trace of hair or stubble. He would later learn that Marc had tired of shaving and had treated his pubic area to laser hair removal, permanently removing the follicles. He had to admit, it did feel extra smooth as he ran his tongue all around his abdomen and balls. Marc’s cock had swelled to its erect state and Scott tried to get more and more of it in his mouth.

He could only take a few inches before he gagged slightly. He could not swallow completely as Marc seemed to do with him. None the less, Marc didn’t complain as the young novice really took to eagerly sucking cock.

“You like that don’t you boy. Love the way my cock feels in your mouth,” Scott inquired.

“Yes, it’s so good. I love your cock,” Scott replied looking back, never letting his hand leave the shaft as his slid it up and down, slick with his own saliva. “it feels so natural now sucking you. And I’m sorry…” Scot trailed off.

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” Marc asked.

“For resisting.. ordu escort when you.. yesterday when you, you know started kissing me,” Scott tried to explain.” I just didn’t think it was right. Something I would ever do,” he went on. “But this, I don’t’ know, it feels so right, so natural. I love sucking on you and you fucking me last yesterday. I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

Marc smiled back at him. “I loved the fact you put up a struggle. You were hesitant, makes it all the more worthwhile when you come to terms with it all. You know there’s no going back for you… ever,” he emphasized. “You might get with a woman again, maybe even Anna, but you’ll always want cock.. need it… desire it. Nothing will ever replace the feeling of having a hard cock buried deep in your ass, the way it feels when it comes in your mouth and you swallow that delicious load.”

“So you’re saying I really am queer,” Scott smiled as he looked over at Marc, allowing his tongue to swirl around the crown of Marc’s cock.

“Oh yea, you’re a fucking queer,” Marc shot back. “…and before the end of the day, I’m gonna’ show you just how queer you are…” he chuckled as he pulled the boy up to him, their lips coming together.

Marc wrapped his arms around Scott and flipped him over on his back. Scott allowed the older man’s tongue to push, probe into his mouth and he sucked on it before pushing his tongue into Marc’s. As strange as the notion sounded, it felt so right to kiss him. It was different from Anna, from Beth. Raw, passionate, electric — it was a feeling which consumed him, set him on fire.

“So tell me boy. You wanna’ fuck daddy? You want some of daddy’s hot ass?” Marc inquired with a glint in his eye.

Scott had thought maybe Marc was only a top as it was called. But here he was offering Scott a taste of what it was like to fuck another man.

“Yes, I’d like that,” Scott replied.

Marc began kneeing his way up to Scott, until he was straddling the young man’s face, his cock an inch from Scott’s mouth as he took it in. Moving his head back and forth, allowing Marc to face fuck him. Marc leaned over and retrieved the lube sitting on the nightstand and squirted some on his hand that he used to swipe his backside.

Marc slid back down Scott’s body stopping to take Scott in his mouth, sucking on his cock until he too was hard and erect. Scott squirted lube in his hand and then gripped his hand around Scott’s shaft, coating it with the slippery substance. Scott merely lay back watching as daddy positioned Scott’s cock under his asshole and then slowly lowered himself on the awaiting shaft.

Daddy eased himself down until he was sitting atop the cock, buried completely in his ass. Then with his hands on Scott’s chest, began to rise up and down on the stiff cock, every so often pausing to gyrate, twisting his ass on the erect member.

“That feel good boy? Daddy’s ass feel good?” Marc almost moaned as he rode up and down slowly, Scott’s hands on Marc’s legs, rubbing them, feeling the hard thighs, flexing as he rose and fell.

“Yes, it’s so good… so tight,” Scott replied as he moved his own body up and down in rhythm to Marc. Scott lay back and enjoyed daddy in complete control, riding the young cock, as the two men enjoyed the sensation that enveloped them both.

Daddy let his hands slide up the young man’s chest and then stopped to take a nipple between the fingers and thumb of each hand, gently squeezing, pulling, and eliciting a deep moan from Scott.

“I love how sensitive your little nipples are boy. They get so hard…cute little things,” Marc intoned as he pinched harder and pulled them both causing the young man to rise his chest up from the bed, groaning, moaning in an exquisite pain that felt so good!

The two men had been going at it for some time when Marc suggested he lay on his back and Scott moving between his legs. The older man pulled his legs over Scott’s shoulders allowing the young man to push further into daddy’s ass, now moving back and forth a deliberate thrust, their legs slapping together.

“You gonna’ cum boy? You gonna’ cum in my ass? Breed me?” daddy asked as Scott shot back. “Yea… fuck yea!”

Daddy reached up tweaking the boy’s nipples again as Scott roared a loud groan, then lowered his head to Marc’s, their lips sliding together in a long, passionate, soulful wet kiss.

Scott felt it — an orgasm which seemed to start in his toes but shook his body as he slammed against Marc hard. He felt himself release deep in Marc, as wave after wave took him. He knew he was emptying a huge load, deep into daddy. He slammed, harder and harder…and then one last time as he slowed and fell still on his partner below him.

Scott wasn’t sure he had ever come as hard, with such intensity as he had just then — with another man. He lay motionless for a minute and then collecting himself, kissed daddy’s shoulder before rolling off, onto his back.

The two men ordu escort bayan just seemed to pause, collecting themselves before Marc rose from the bed and headed for the bathroom. Scott simply closed his eyes, thinking of what he had just done, how it felt — it was the most remarkable sex he had ever had.

He heard the shower in the other room as Marc allowed the hot water to run over his body. Scott heard Marc call out, encouraging him to join him in the shower. It didn’t take much urging as Scott rose and joined daddy. Stepping into the shower, he took the soap and lathered daddy’s back, rubbing his hands across his wide shoulders, reaching around and taking the member between his now expert fingers. Scott could have stayed in there all day but soon daddy stepped out to towel off and make the two coffee.

Later the two enjoyed a breakfast Marc made. Waffles and fresh fruit that he cut up as the two relaxed at the little breakfast nook. It no longer felt weird or strange to Scott to dine in the nude. He was totally at ease now cavorting in Marc’s apartment naked. It was how daddy wanted him — no clothes — and he felt at ease, natural, relaxed.

“Why don’t you grab those briefs you were wearing yesterday? I laid them on the dryer and we’ll go down to the pool,” Marc inquired. It was Sunday morning and peering out from the window, it appeared no one was down there. Marc made up a pitcher of Bloody Marys and grabbed two solo cups and a pair of towels as the two made their way back down to the pool.

As soon as Scott had laid everything down, he slipped into the water and began swimming laps. There was no one to disturb him as he swam the length of the pool, kicked off the side and swam the other length. Marc simply sat back and watched as the young man swam lap after lap, and then finally, coming to a stop, and pulling himself up and out of the water with a rush

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He pulled at his speedo trunks as they clung tightly to his hard body. Marc marveled at the young man’s physique. The skimpy little briefs doing little to hide the goods up under the smooth fabric.

The two men enjoyed sips of the delectable drink as the hot sun rose in the sky, warming up the day and them as they basked in its heat. A few more folks joined them at the pool and took up positions at the other end.

Scott had dozed off when he heard voices only to find a dark haired man had joined them out at the pool. “Scott, this is John — a friend of mine,” Marc shared as John stuck out his hand to the young man. John was an attractive man, appearing to be in his late 40’s, as he pulled the shirt over his head and off exposing his expansive chest. It was clear he worked out and kept himself in good shape.

“So, Marc called me earlier this morning, and told me I should come over and meet you,” John added. “You were still in the shower and I was making breakfast. I told John I was breaking you in,” Marc informed him.

Scott let it sink in a little before he inquired, “I take it you’re gay?” the young man inquired.

John laughed. “Well, could be — should be, I suppose. I’m married believe it or not. One of those closeted bi men I guess. I love my wife but I’ve been into cock since my 20’s. She doesn’t know though. Would never approve,” he added.

“She claims anything that is slightly out of the normal is ‘disgusting’ as she puts it,” John said before Marc interrupted, “Yea and she’d really find your ass disgusting if she only knew,” he laughed.

“Yea, no fuckin’ kidding,” John shot back. John looked back over at Scott, “I started hanging out at adult bookstores when I was about your age. At first, just to check out videos. Then I ventured into the booths. It started out simply as amateur sex flicks. I loved the girl next door thing. Then I just seemed to get hooked. I developed a real addiction to porn. I started getting into lesbian flicks and then interracial. I guess it was the taboo nature of everything… and then ultimately gay. There was something about watching two men together.” John explained.

“My first time was with an older guy. He was maybe in sixties. I was in a booth watching a gay flick for an hour or so when he stuck his cock through the gloryhole. There I was in there jacking off, just to the point of cumming. Edging it’s called. Anyway, the thing about edging for me is that I get into a really frenzied state. There is no other way to describe it. I would get so horny that I would lose control over myself. I just wanted to get off and the dirtier the better,” he shared.

“Well, this time when the cock came through the gloryhole in the wall, I reached out and took it and started stroking it. It was slightly on the large side, thick with grey pubic hairs. Even though I had never done anything like this — had never even been with a man — I started internalizing all this. I was hearing these voices in my head, ‘You faggot — get on the fucking floor on your knees — suck that cock.’

I escort ordu mean here I am, my pants down around my ankles… as I had been jacking off. I removed them and then knelt on that dirty floor that I’m sure was covered in filth and cum from all the other guys. I moved up against the wall, took that man’s cock in my hand and then lowered my mouth to it.”

Scott was hanging onto each word, visualizing it all in his head as he felt his own cock stirring in his speedos. He had the forethought to reach down and place the towel over his midsection in the off chance his cock popped out and over the top of the small brief.

“All I could do was think about was how dirty all of this was,” John kept on “…and the dirtier …. the better. As I sucked this old guy off, I started stroking my own cock. I could feel my spit dribbling down my chin as he fucked my face. The guy on the other side of the wall… that I had never met and knew nothing about. Only at this moment, he owned my mouth and I wanted to taste him. I wanted him to cum down my fucking throat.”

Scott was hanging on each and every word totally entranced in his story. “I could hear the guy on the other side of the wall moaning, encouraging me, saying softly, quietly as not to be heard … but deliberately ‘Suck it you cocksucker. Suck my dick faggot!’ Hearing that turned me on so fucking much. Then I felt his cock stiffen really hard as he thrust himself into the wall.

I knew he was gonna’ blow and I begged him to fill my mouth … and did he ever. As he shot his load into my mouth, I stroked my own cock and shot wad after wad onto the wall. Damn, it was intense.”

Marc and Scott listened to the story as John continued, “Well, I didn’t even know who this guy was but I told him if he’d come back next Friday, same time, same booth, he could fuck my virgin ass. Just bring a condom. Sure enough, the next week I had already gotten a head start. Removing all my clothes, waiting naked on the floor, jacking myself, bringing it just to the edge, keeping myself from cumming but in a fucking frenzy when the old guy stuck his hard cock through the wall.

Well I sucked for all I was worth, letting him fuck my face. The rush I felt when his cock entered my mouth was like a jolt of heroin. Once again, I heard that voice in my head, ‘Look at you, you fucking bitch….you’re sucking another man’s cock…you’re so fucking dirty’. Finally I stopped and encouraged him to slip on the condom. I could hear him tearing open the packet and I took that time to pull out a tube of Vaseline from my jeans pocket and lubed up my hole.

Once the condom covered cock emerged thru the hole, I grabbed it and then deftly pulled it to my anxious hole and then pushed onto it. It took a little bit. I was really tight and small at the time…”

Marc interrupted him, “Not fucking tight and small anymore,” he chuckled

“Hey lighten up asshole, I’m telling a story here,” John shot back.

“Anyway, I was tight and the old guy wasn’t completely stiff but I had a lotta’ lube and eventually it slipped in. Once I relaxed, we started going at it. His cock pushing deep into my ass. Damn that fucker was big too! Well he fucked me for about 10 minutes before he lost it and shot into the condom. I started jacking myself for all I was worth and came on the floor.”

“Fuck, what a story,” Scott exclaimed. I’ve never been to a bookstore.

“Well, you don’t see as many these days with all the porn on computers, but then — yea, it was a lot of fun!” John added.

For the next hour or two the guys chilled, drinking their cocktails and occasionally cooling off in the cool waters of the pool. “All that talk a while ago and this sun, maybe the drinks too, have me horny as hell,” Marc informed the other two, “Why don’t we go back to my apartment? He added.

In minutes they were packed up and back at Marc’s place. As soon as Scott entered, he pulled down the brief throwing it and his wet t shirt into the dryer leaving him buck ass naked.

“You don’t waste any fucking time” John said matter of factly.

“I’ve trained him to be naked at all times when in my apartment. Actually told him I was a bit of a nudist to get him comfortable about shedding his clothes,” Marc laughed.

“You’re not?” Scott wondered aloud.

“No, I said all that shit about not getting my furniture wet to get you out of your clothes and it fucking worked too didn’t it,” Marc laughed. “Yea, guess so,” Scott acknowledged.

“So why don’t you show John how dirty you can be? What we’ve taught you to do,” Marc urged.

Scott did as instructed. He knelt in front of John and then began tugging down his swim trunks revealing a nice thick, seven inch cock. Scott pulled the trunks all the way down and John stepped out of them leaving his t-shirt on as the young man took his member in his mouth. Unlike Marc and Scott, John had a growth of pubic hair just above his cock though he shaved his balls smooth.

“Nice,” Marc intoned as he removed his shorts and moved behind the boy. Marc didn’t feel like walking back to the bedroom and simply swiped a dollop of butter off the table from this morning’s breakfast. It would act as lube as he smeared the warm butter on Scott’s backside and into his hole that opened up easily now.

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