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“Shit,” Samantha cursed, turning on the gas stove. “My phone’s in my room.”I was sitting at our so-called dining table, having just finished my cornflakes, and admiring her choice of clothing: loose vest and sexy knickers.”D’ya want some coffee?” Samantha asked, filling the old kettle with one hand and pulling at the slither of cloth between her if I might say so, delightful buttocks with the other. “Well do ya,” she demanded, looking over her shoulder and catching me in the act. I nodded and pretended not to notice her smiling. Then after placing the kettle on the stove, she moved towards one of the armchairs scattered around the room. Immediately I saw she had set the gas too high, and yellow-tipped flames danced along the sides of çankaya escort the kettle. Although I’m a brainiac, I have an autistic nature, and the simplest of things can irritate me. I stood up and adjusted the stove. The flames turned blue and disappeared beneath the kettle — instant gratification.Glancing at my flatmate, I saw her watching me with interest. I wondered what she was planning with one foot slung suggestively over the armchair and the other drawing circles on the floor. Unfortunately, I’d forgotten about my ‘morning wood,’ and my skivvies did nothing to hide arousal. Embarrassed, I slid a hand in front of my crotch, “A watched kettle never boils,” I stated superiorly keçiören escort but felt immediately unsettled by her reply. “Then I’ll find something else to amuse myself,” she retorted and placed a hand between her thighs. My eyes widened, and my breathing stalled when she began stroking the sheer fabric covering her sex. My erection throbbed seeing the patch of pubic hair through the transparent garment, and I clammed shut.”Come here James, I want to see it.””No,” I protested, although we both heard the tremble in my voice. “Why not, I’ve just thought of a game we can play while we’re waiting for the water to boil.” “What do you want with me, Sam?” I gulped as she slipped etimesgut escort her fingers into her knickers. Noticing the growing discolouration in her gusset, my cock throbbed again. “I’m going to give you a chance to realise one of your sordid little fantasies, geek.” I racked my brain, wondering what she was talking about. “For fucks sake Sam, keep your voice down. We might wake Danielle, and I don’t want…””What James?” Samantha barked. “You don’t want Danielle finding out you’re a little pervert. Well news flash you moron, we found your blog last night. Very interesting reading.”My cheeks burned while I tried holding back my tears. Then Samantha beckoned me with her finger. “Move your hands,” she ordered as I shuffled across the tiled floor. I obeyed her command immediately. “Hmmm, now that looks interesting,” she said, her eyes glistening while she licked her lips. Then she grabbed my skivvies and yanked them over my hips. Samantha’s eyebrows rose. “Danielle won’t be able to keep her hands off you,” she gasped as my freed erection bobbed in front of her face.

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Online Friends Meet for Post Race Lust

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Up way before daylight to go run another road race. This one is just a 5K so it should be fun. But the real reason that I am excited about this one is that I am going to meet Nathalie there. Nathalie is a woman that I “met” online on a website where people post erotic stories and chat. She has posted some really hot stories and we have been messaging each other back and forth for several months. She is a runner also and so we have decided to meet for real at this race. Neither of our spouses cares anything about getting up early and going to a race so this is perfect. It is about an hour drive from my home to the race site and almost that for her so we are meeting about halfway. I get there a little over an hour before the start of the race and go to the designated meeting spot that I described to her. About 10 minutes later I see her walking through the crowd. I recognize her from her photos and she had described what she would be wearing. beşevler escort She sees me and jogs over. We hug each other like old lovers who hadn’t seen each other in months. We chit-chat as we stretch and get ready to run. We talk about the Lush website and stories we’ve read and people we’ve come in contact with. There is a lot of touching and laughter as we talk and the race seems so secondary now. She looks much hotter in person! In her little running shorts and sports bra it is easy to see her great body. Fantastic ass and great runners legs, and her smile is just radiant. I find myself having to adjust myself in my shorts after watching her. Race time is here and we line up in the crowd awaiting the starters gun. Just before we hear it, she pats my ass as she kisses me on the cheek and says “Good luck”. And we’re off. No way am I going to leave her. I run right along side of cebeci escort her and most of the time drift back so I can get a good look at the fine ass as she runs. After a mile or so we both are starting to work up a good sweat and it sure looks good glistening on her body. I can see it starting to get her shorts wet around her ass and I’m no longer thinking about anything but how I want to get a hold of it. Thinking how I’d love to grab her hips as she bends over while I sink deep in her. Damn, I got to quit thinking about that. It’s hard to run while having to reach down and adjust my hardening cock. Well, here comes the finish line and I follow her across. A fun race and we finished in just under 23 minutes. We walk around trying to cool down, get some water and fruit that they are handing out. We are both soaked with sweat, but DAMN she looks HOT and not temperature-wise. I grab kolej escort her and give her a big hug. “That was fun you’re a good runner,” I tell her. The hug lingers on and her body feels so good pressed against me. Neither one of us want to end it. I’m wondering if she feels my hard cock against her. God, I just want to strip down right there in front of everyone and fuck her. Something about all that physical activity just increases the sexual tension. As the embrace ends she looks me in the eyes and I can tell from the look and her smile that she was feeling it. “How about we go get some breakfast?” I suggest. “That sounds wonderful.” Nat replies. I tell her “Let’s just take my truck and I can bring you back afterwards, OK? I’m just parked over here in that parking deck.” “Sounds good to me”. We cross the road and go up a flight of stairs in the parking deck to where my Tahoe is parked. I unlock and open the passenger door for her and she climbs in. When I get in the drivers seat and close the door she reaches over for my face and plants a kiss on me. “Oh wow, sorry I don’t know what came over me”, she said. “Don’t be sorry I have been wanting to do that since I first saw you this morning.” I reply. My hands reach up and cradle Nathalie’s face and we continue to kiss.

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Louisiana. Where a really good guy named Bobby lived. Well, I guess there were many good guys named Bobby in Louisiana, but this is the story of one of them in particular.Bobby was well-known in his city, both for his ranch and for being a good person. Among Bobby’s many employees, there was Jesse. Jesse had been working on the ranch for a long time: he was just nineteen when he walked into Bobby’s office for the first time.He was a boy escaping from his life and from a family who refused to accept his homosexuality. And Bobby pretty much acted as a good father figure and did what every father should do: accept Jesse for who he was. Jesse worked on the ranch for some twenty years, building muscle, growing stronger, not to mention a cute beard and some hot body hair: he turned into a rugged, sexy man.As time went by, Jesse got closer and closer to his boss’ family: Bobby’s wife Patti and his daughter Christie.Oh, Christie…Jesse had felt connected with this girl, since the beginning.He had watched her grow up as he was getting older. That red curly hair, those green eyes… Christie was as pretty as her mother and was as pure and good as her father. She had many friends at school, but nobody she felt as close to as Jesse.It was tough when at sixteen, she fell in love with him and he could do nothing but tell her the truth. He didn’t think of her “that way” because he was gay. Jesse was Christie’s crush. She was sure they would get married when she finished high school. The girl cried a lot and refused to talk to anyone for a week.Luckily, time healed her broken heart and everything got better. Until last year.It was a cold day of February, when good ol’ Bobby passed away, leaving everyone in devastating pain. Getting back to life wasn’t easy for anybody in the family or on the rach since everything on the ranch reminded them of the man they loved so much.Christie was in such a state of shock that she failed her senior year and had to repeat it in September.The family ranch still had the trust of the investors, but nobody had Bobby’s business sense. Hard times were a-coming…——————————————– JULY It was a warm night.Jesse was getting ready to go home, thinking of his latest douchebag date and his terrible relationships, when he met Christie. She tried to act like she was strong, but she gave up right after a few words.Her sad smile rus escort said a lot.“I’ve been thinking about those things I can’t do anymore. I won’t make him proud of me, I won’t feel his hugs, I won’t hear his voice…”She was about to cry again.“Oh Christie,” Jesse whispered reassuringly, “Come here…”Jesse hugged her and helped let the pain flow out of her eyes, as his hands tenderly caressed her hair.“I miss him so much…”“You’ll be fine. You’ll be fine, I promise. We’ll get through this.”And then, she pronounced those words: “Thank you, daddy.”Jesse felt uncomfortable.“How did you call me?”Christie looked embarrassed.“I’m so sorry, Jesse. It’s just that… sometimes, you sound exactly like him…”“Are you sure it’s just that?” he asked.She looked away from him: “What do you mean?”“I mean, I saw you come into this world and I saw you grow up into the young woman you are right now. I love you, but not as you might think.”“I’m not thinking about anything. What do you mean?”“Okay… I just really want to make sure things are clear between us because I really want to help you.”The girl looked at him: there was a strange aura around them.“Help me, then.”Before saying another word, Christie had her lips on Jesse’s. He felt very strange about that kiss but even stranger about the fact he wasn’t doing anything to stop it. Then, he found himself responding to the intense embrace with even more intensity: his cock hardened in an instant.Her lips and mouth tasted so good: his hands planted on her face, her hands running up and down the back of his tank top, caressing his hot body. Jesse was a gold star and he was about to lose that with a girl who could be his daughter!“No… Wait a minute, what’s going on? Fuck that, no!”The lights had suddenly turned back on, in his mind.He was still breathing hard“I… I can’t…” he said to Christie, interrupting the kiss.“We can’t… Please…”“Why not? It’s what we both want. Please…”Christy kissed his mouth again, softly.“Please, daddy…”Jesse turned cold: “Stop it. This is not good. I’m not your daddy, Christie. Your daddy is a man who still lives in our minds, in our hearts. He loved you so much and I loved him a lot, too. And I will not disrespect his memory.”The moonlight made his tears shine as he walked away, quickly. Once he got home, Jesse dived onto yenimahalle escort his bed: he was upset and felt guilty, his head was hurting a lot. He felt like his feelings were fighting his instincts.It was not going to be an easy night…——————————————– DECEMBER As time flew by, things didn’t get much easier for Jesse and Christie. But as the November page blew off the calendar and the first day of December rolled in, everyone on the ranch felt relieved. Jesse and Christie were friends. Sort of. But something was broken beyond fixing.Jesse had hooked up with a few men since that kiss with Christie, but his latest date was a little more into exploration. His sex date wanted Jesse to try out his fleshlight. A pussy fleshlight. A very accurate reproduction.“I thought you were gay…” Jesse was a bit confused“I am. Okay, maybe homoflexible is the correct definition.”“Sorry dude, but this ain’t my stuff.”“Give me a chance, please. I’ll show you how it works.”He started with a long, tasty blowjob.Jesse was really excited.“Now what?”The guy positioned the lips of the fleshlight on top of Jesse’s cock and pushed gently.His body reacted, as he growled arching his chest.“You like that?”Fleshlight rode the gay cock as Jesse’s mind projected Christie’s body moving up and down on his pole. He then remembered their steamy kiss and pretended he was fucking her tight pussy. Jesse had one of his best orgasms, ever.At that moment, the gay guy from South Louisiana had the proof he wasn’t just a gay guy, anymore.——————————————– CHRISTMAS EVEJesse was working harder than usual on the ranch, because he needed to keep his mind as busy as possible if he didn’t want to think of sad stuff, like the fact that this would be the first Christmas without Bobby.“Good morning,” said a creepy female voice behind him.Jesse turned to see who was there.“Good morning, Mrs. Monet.”In Jesse’s mind, Mrs. Monet was the encyclopedic definition of a horrible person.“It’s finally Christmas… Everything is so magical. I’m feeling like a better person, you know?”“I’m sure you are, ma’am,” Jesse replied to her, politely but repulsed: “How can I help you?”She smiled: “I wanted to inform you about tonight. I’d like to have you as a special… guest. For me and the other women of the club.”“I’m not sure I understand,” Jesse was puzzled.“Must disagree. I think you understood perfectly,” she answered, touching his crotch.“With all due respect,” he said, pushing her hand away, “that’s not gonna happen.”Her smile turned to an evil grin.“Oh, Jesse… Did I say that I’d like to have you? I meant that I WANT YOU. You and your hard-working body will give us much pleasure… tonight. Or I’ll make sure this ranch hits the skids quicker than a summer-tired Oldsmobile in the middle of a New England snowstorm. And for the record… Patti has given me her blessing.”Jesse was shocked.How could she do that to him? He felt so betrayed.“Bring a Santa costume,” Mrs. Monet was peremptory: “We can’t wait to… unwrap you.”She left, as Jesse was speechless and horrified.A few seconds later, a hate-filled voice reached his ears. A voice he could have recognized anywhere.“I guess horny old ladies don’t make you feel as gay, huh?”Christie had seen and heard everything. She was furious.“Please… Let me explain,” Jesse begged her.“Explain what!? The fact that you’re not attracted to me, but you don’t mind getting touched by disgusting bitches like Mrs. Monet?”“No! Not at all! Listen to me, please!”“No! I’m done listening to your lame excuses. I’m done waiting for you. I’m done with YOU!”“Christie!”Her pain was real but Christie desperately tried to hide it with anger.“I don’t want you in my life, you’re fucking dead to me!”Christie ran away as Jesse tried to reach her.“I love you… In every way,” he shouted, but Christie was already too far.Jesse had finally come to grips with the idea of making love to Christie, but apparently, it was too late. Once he got back home, Jesse looked through the garage for his Santa stuff: it had been a long time since he’d put it on. As desperate as he was, gym workout was still on his to-do list: Jesse kept thinking about Bobby and how much he wanted to save the ranch for him, for his legacy and for Christie.Later that night, Jesse donned his Santa costume and threw some clean clothes in an overnight bag before heading out to Mrs. Monet’s Christmas party. As he was driving, Jesse thought about this absurd situation and how uncomfortable he felt: was he really supposed to go to that twisted party without clarifying things with Patti first?She was his boss now, after all. Not Mrs. Monet.He stopped the car, and parked in a very unconventional way before running to Patti’s house. An unusually cold wind brushed against his body and rushed over the naked skin under his clothes but this didn’t stop him. When he finally made it to the door and rang the bell, his breathing was choppy at best.

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It has been seven months since we last saw each other. Wow! Seven months! I remember when we couldn’t go seven days without seeing each other. Our decision to take a break over the summer holidays wasn’t unique as we have done that a couple of times to concentrate on our real lives. The decision at the end of the summer to call it quits wasn’t a surprise either. We had enjoyed a fantastic seven years with each other but everything moves on… or not, as it seems. Hence, why I’m now otele gelen escort nervously waiting for you in a hotel room on a Tuesday afternoon. That message from you came out of the blue, our sporadic burst of messages since leading us back to here. We no longer need each other, but we most definitely want each other.A knock, a glimpse through a spyhole. We exchange a brief embrace and a kiss as the door closes and locks. balgat escort Smiles. Privacy. Secrets. Bigger smiles. You drape your jacket over a chair as a whiff of aftershave catches your nose. Warm hands on waists, hotter lips. No urgency.Yet.We move closer together. Your hand slips under my shirt, fingers seeking a nipple to twist. Tongues probe gently. My shirt is unbuttoned as your skirt is unzipped. Both landing at elvankent escort our feet in one fluid motion as our breath quickens.Still no urgency, only arousal.Kisses on a neck, nibbles on an ear, acts that I haven’t performed on you in so long, now elicit the response that I expected, a sigh as you tilt your head back and to one side. My lips trace down one shoulder as your blouse peels off. A fumble of a belt and a button and my trousers now join the growing pile of discarded clothing. I feel the warmth from your cupped hand as you reach for my cock, straining against the cotton of my boxers. I slide your knickers down, already damp to my touch. Your breathing catches as I caress your clit gently. You reciprocate by pulling me free of my shorts and rubbing your thumb over my cock, spreading pre-cum over the head and shaft.

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The Slippery Slide Begins

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“So, would you, really?” Sandie asked as we lay in post-coital bliss, my softening cock in her hand. “It would be so hot and sexy: I bet you would not be able to get enough once you started.”We were talking about our favorite fantasy pillow-talk, where we’d just whispered to each other what we’d do would we should we have with another man to play with us.”I’d so love to see you with a mouthful of cum… ” she trailed off.”I’d so love to see you with a pussy full of another man’s cum,” I replied. I could feel my cock starting to stir in her hand.”Really? You’d not be jealous or otele gelen escort anything?” she said.”Not at all… it could be amazing,” I said, my mind racing ahead of myself.You see, unbeknown to Sandie I’d already signed us up to a swingers site, posted a few explicit photos and received a few replies. Sandie was forty-five, but with a gymnast’s body and quality ‘maintenance’ over the last few years. looked at least ten years younger. Standing just 5’4” tall, 110 lbs., blond hair, 34C breasts and a shapely, firm balgat escort ass, she still turns heads whenever we are out.”Then we will have to make it happen,” I said, smiling and rolling her over to kiss and suck on her puffy nipple, making her moan with pleasure.“You are a very naughty man, and I love it!” she purred as she ran her fingers over the head of my cock. “I’d better get some new lingerie… and maybe something sexy for you too? You’d better get busy finding someone!”For years, we had read porn and swingers contract elvankent escort magazines and watched a variety of DVDs together, including some guy-on-guy action on a gay DVD which made us both cum hard several times. While I had had no prior interest in men, I certainly loved seeing big shaved hard cocks and guys who knew how to suck and fuck each other.A few days later, I came home to find a set of black lacey lingerie laid out on the bed… “What do you think?” said Sandie, leaning at the door.“Beautiful… very sexy indeed,” I replied.“Good… and look, I have something for you too,” as she produced another wrapped package and handed it to me, smiling.I opened it, folding back the paper to find two pairs of lacy panties in my size, one in black and the other in red. “I was not sure what color you’d prefer,” she said. “I’m sure they will fit better than mine fit you, and that way mine will not keep getting stretched.”

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Jason’s gaydar was on full alert. There was something going on and he wanted a part of it. Usually the guys that he played ruby with were as straight as could be. Sure there was all the towel snapping stuff, and sometimes pats on butts and stuff, but today was different.

It was as if all these young stallions, most just into their twenties, were high on an excess of energy. It started on the team bus when the guys started singing rude songs and flashing their dicks. Although Jason had seen all their cocks before there was something exciting about seeing a cock like this, just poking out of someone’s fly, or sticking out the side of their shorts.

And then at lunch the guys were acting real crazy. It was just as well they were due to have a practice session later and no alcohol was available, otherwise they might have gone completely crazy. As it was someone started a food fight and when Jason saw Mark stuff a cream donut down Ethan’s shorts and spread it around good he just about creamed his own shorts. What the hell was with the guys today, and how was he going to cope with the showers?

It started to rain halfway through the practice session. The guys were soon totally covered in mud. Jason just about drooled at the sight of all those juicy cocks and firm, tight butts on display. It was as if their toned buff bodies were coming right through the wet, clinging cloth! If there was one thing that turned him on it was the sight of a fit, fresh guy all covered in mud. He was only aware that he had sprung a hard on when Tom grabbed hold of it.

‘Hey fellas, look at this.’ Tom yelled.

Greg was the first one to come over. With one quick movement he had Jason’s Demetevler Escort shorts and jockstrap down around his knees. Jason tried to cover his massive hard on with his hands but Barry just pulled them away. The guys all pounced on him and pushed his down into the mud. They rolled him around until he was totally covered and the feel of that slithery mud on his cock and balls just made Jason’s prick even stiffer, if that was possible.

Tom pushed Jason onto his back and straddled his chest. He whipped out his short, fat cock and held it an inch from Jason’s mouth. It was so close Jason could smell that man sausage and he wanted it real bad. He gulped, unsure what to do. He didn’t want them calling him names but he wanted that cock real bad.

Fortunately Tom brushed his cock head against Jason’s lips. A soft gasp was heard and then there was silence. Jason’s lips parted of their own accord and that fat juicy cock fell into his mouth. He nursed on it greedily, stroking his own raging cock at the same time. Oh, what sheer bliss this was. Soon another hard cock was rubbing over his forehead, across his eyelids and over the bridge of his nose.

Jason reached for the eight inch sword and expertly stroked it as he continued to feed on the short pork sword in his mouth. He could feel an inexperienced hand stroking his thighs and then dipping into his asscrack. A rough finger penetrated his ass and if he didn’t have a mouth full he would have screamed. The finger sawed into his ass like a blunt blade through wood. Jason squeezed tight, trying to eject the finger and then it just felt so much better. He relaxed Otele gelen escort and soon the mud smeared finger was giving him as much pleasure as the two cocks he was working on.

‘Hey. I want a turn.’ he heard Greg say.

Tom pulled out of Jason’s mouth and Greg stripped off his wet, muddy shorts. His pale, fleshy cock was almost parallel to his stomach, it was that hard. Jason waited expectantly for a taste of that beautiful dick with it’s shiny red knob. He looked around and saw the rest of the guys get naked and start to stroke off. The mist had come down now, and even if anyone had been about it is unlikely that they would have seen what the horny rugger buggers were up to.

Instead of feeding Jason his cock Greg crouched over his team mate and lowered his pale smooth rump onto his face. The heat and sweat stench of Greg’s crack overwhelmed Jason and his spunk blasted out of his cock as he sniffed, snuffled and tasted his first manchute. He groaned out loud as he greedily lapped at the buff captain’s sweaty crack. Greg ‘s cock danced in his palm as he furiously whacked off. This was far better than any fuck he had ever had.

Jason stroked Greg’s mud splattered thighs as he continued his feeding frenzy. Andy and Tom were locked in a sixty nine session on the grass while Barry and Ethan fingered each other’s virgin holes. Julian was on his knees getting cock whipped by Peter. The sight of his team getting off on hot man sex, coupled with the tongue darting in and out of his ass turned Greg into a lust crazed slut.

He got off Jason and lying on his back, spread his big, strong thighs apart. Balgat Escort Holding his legs apart he begged Jason to give him one in the ass. His spit slicked pucker hole glistened invitingly. Jason’s cock had already recovered from its splooge off, and he quickly sank his shaft in the captain’s ass before he had a chance to change his mind.

‘Fucking hell!’ Greg screamed as his virgin ass was split in two.

Jason knew the captain could change his mind any second now. So he pistoned away in that hot ass and in less than two minutes he creamed off for a second time.

‘Damn. I didn’t know it hurt so bad.’ Greg complained as Jason withdrew.

‘Sorry Greg,’ Jason said, ‘you can fuck my ass if you like.’

Greg’s enthusiasm returned as Jason slowly impaled himself on his hard dick. Ethan started tugging on Jason’s nipples while Barry shot a wad across his chest. Moments later Joe spunked up against the side of Jason’s face. Before Jason had time to wipe it away he felt a tongue start to lap it up. This was so fucking crazy and it was driving Jason over the edge.

He knew if would never be like this again; it was as if their testosterone had taken control of their bodies. As he rode that juicy cock that so pleasured his ass he looked around at his team mates. To a man they had surrendered to hot homosex, stroking fucking and sucking each other to climax. For the third time Jason grabbed hold of his cock and started to work it. His ass was on fire, stretched to the max and alive with pleasure.

He looked down at Greg’s handsome face. The captain’s eyelids were screwed up tight and Jason knew that could mean only one thing. He increased the speed of his stroking and he saw stars as the captain grunted underneath him and fired off a volley of hot jizz into Jason’s happy ass.

Greg spread Jason’s cream into his chest as he got to his feet.

‘Well team, I guess the practice session is over. It’s time to hit the showers.’ he said, before licking his fingers clean.

Copyright 2004 Daniel Blue.

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How I got persuaded to do a series of presentations in Nevada in July I really don’t know, nor why anyone would want to round up delegates for such an event in high summer, is anybody’s guess, we’re talking 110° F/ 43°C in the daytime. However, on balance, there are good reasons to be happy it took place.

At least the choice of hotels is excellent in Las Vegas (I don’t ever stay with the delegates- though it’s essential to socialise with them sometimes). Some hotel chains have establishments there which have a choice of pool/spa areas, various options on fitness facilities, the works. These would not usually be part of their global brand. So, when my clients go off to party, fill their bellies and blow their hard earned money at the tables, your truly goes back to his own room for quiet time, some physical exercise and who knows, maybe some fun company.

Well, the incident I intended to relate to you is indivisible from the extraordinary heat and anyone who has stepped outside the air-conditioned paradise of a major hotel into a scorching hot dessert environment will put this into context really easily.

Now, I was born prematurely and the story goes that my mother, having been informed that I was too weak to survive, decided to take me home put me by the fire and feed me every 20 minutes. My older sisters complained that through that summer the house was like a furnace. This might explain why, though I come from a temperate, some would say a cold city, I am rarely bothered by the heat. That said, when I’m trying to rest or to sleep, if I’m paying for the luxury of air-con then I expect it to be provided.

My hotel, typical as ever of big chains in it’s uniformity, perhaps a little larger owing to the entertainment levels, palatial dining areas, open 24 hours to serve the inevitable casino and acres of slots. It manages space for guests who need accommodation in an efficiently familiar manner. A modest 18 storeys of accommodation: 16 levels of generously proportioned double rooms, anonymous, identical; one level of suites comprising two doubles with an interconnecting lounge and the penthouse level which the merely mortal among us would never, normally, get to see. Another facility that one would rarely find in hotels of this particular world-wide chain, a rooftop helipad. I was unaware of the mass of steel, glass and concrete surrounding me as I ploughed up and down the pool or as I stretched and challenged my muscles alone in the weights room. A single customer. Pretty meaningless in the machinery of global hotel business. A statistic.

Until, that is,I returned to my room to find the reassuring, almost imperceptible purr of the air-con, replaced by a suddenly obvious silence and a temperature in the room already uncomfortably high for sleep.

My singlet and shorts darkened with perspiration, my muscles glistening in the crystalline clarity of LED down-lighters, I stomped down the corridor to get the stairs down to reception, only 3 floors below. Once I’d taken to the stairs and the fire door had closed behind me, I noticed my error, I was in the service stairwell, not the guest stairs. No carpet, bare walls, echoing of lofty, empty space as my trainers met the treads. Not knowing where this would lead, I turned back. Cebeci Escort Tried my room key in the swipe and no response. I had no alternative but to follow the stairway down and hopefully out through an emergency exit.

There was a sudden rush of hot air from below, the sound of a door closing in the distance. I trotted down the 6 flights to a concrete lobby with service panels all down one wall, one of which was open, showing it’s guts of wires and LED indicators and where lay an open tool case and a discarded polo shirt. No business of mine. ‘Let’s be on my way!’ I thought. When it occurred to me that the engineer at work just might be in the process of getting my air-con back online. I decided to go round to reception anyway to ask and approached the emergency exit, large door, clearly marked, on the opposing wall.

As I pushed the bar, releasing the catch and allowing the door to open a crack, I allowed a second rush of heat into the service lobby, I hissed in surprise and heard another sharp intake of breath from the missing service engineer marooned on the other side of the door, who as if drowning, snatched at the edge of the door with strong fingers and pulled.

At this, in complete surprise and in comedy fashion, I was yanked forward and off balance. Flushed, covered in sweat and half naked from the gym, jolted so my face, in the hairy navel with the air-con guy. You couldn’t have written this because no-one would have believed the chain of coincidences. Could have been so much worse!

Mr.Air-con was wearing loose fitting shorts rolled over at the top exposing his belly hair way down into it’s transition to pubic hair. Something difficult to discern on ‘men of hair’, such as those I most admire. This small area of tousled, sweaty, rusty brown curls was now bonded with my sweaty face, my crew cut, and beard. There was a double take of hurried apologies as he stepped back and a brief recognition that perhaps apology wasn’t needed.

He stepped, aside, then inside and deftly closed the door, it was obvious from the way he looked me up and down and from the way that I took into his broad, handsome, bearded face, looked at his bronzed, muscular frame and strong fur covered brown legs that neither of us was disappointed by the surprise encounter. “Well, dang!” He breathed as I straightened up and he could see the full image of my sweaty musculature. The rounded pouch created by the rolling up of his shorts, which cradled his precious baby-making organs, twitched visibly and I knew that nothing more needed to be said.

I pulled up my singlet and discarded it, bringing my powerful, hairy torso into his view, and as he was moistening his lips unconsciously, I shucked down my shorts and jock, standing there naked and erect in just my gym shoes. This provoked a slight dropping of the jaw and then a broad smile, the flexing of dimples in cheeks and chin and the flashing of white teeth and deep amber eyes, which signalled full steam ahead. I stepped across the short void between his overheated body of mine and as I opened my arms to bring him into a deep and breathless kiss my hard cock head challenged his bulging package to a genital dual.

I slipped my hands into Kolej Escort the slack band of his shorts and around the gorgeous globes of his beautiful bubble butt, kneading the downy flesh with my stout fingers and felt the response from his imprisoned cock, throbbing again my straining organ. I kissed him long and hard and tonged is mouth, I breathed his gasps and panting, quivering surrender. This was only going in one direction.

I spun him round and licked at the back of his powerful neck and shoulders, pulled down his shorts and sank to my knees and to the cool of the smooth concrete floor to take in the musk and moistness of his hot, hairy sanctuary. Rarely have I felt my cock strain so strongly against the limits of my tightened skin, as I pushed my nose into the darkness, parted his cheeks with experience hands and pushed my tongue deep into that magical crevice that is home to the ultimate in male sexual pleasure. My cock head was dribbling sweet beads of super lube. He bent forward, bracing his hands against the row of switchgear housings, thrust his beautiful arse out eagerly to greet my incoming, bristly chops and I began to chow down. I swiped a bead of pre-cum with my right, ring finger and reached up and into the gaping mouth above me, which he devoured hungrily with a whimpering, gargling moan, then I took another which I swirled around his meaty, right nipple. His breath rasped and guttered as he gave himself up to completely to the semi-consciousness of animal lust.

As I rummaged with lips tongue and teeth in the dense forest of his crack, drinking in the man oders, teasing open the pink window to heaven, his thick, thick cock bounced and bobbed in time to the spasming of his delighted portal, the great, rounded mushroom purple head, a real arse breaker this one, soon streamed with that tiny glistening cobweb that stretches from a tear of hot, sticky cock juice. Droplet after droplet fell to the grey cool concrete between his widely spread legs.

I continued to coat his channel with my saliva, stretching back the opening forcing my broad tongue further and further in and provoking more helpless moans and whimpering from his defeated lips.

I spotted the little pool of his syrup between his feet and as I rose for the moment of triumph, I thumbed it up from the floor and pressed it into the welcoming heat of the internal workings of his body, easing it round the doorway, delighting in the tight surrender of his internal muscles and sliding the second of my expert instruments into it’s fully docked position. I could feel the nervous excitement and anticipation inside his body. What bliss? What power?

As I tweaked and pinched his left nipple between strong forefinger and left thumb, I gently, slowly, agonisingly worked that right thumb in and out, helping him to understand, as if more could be needed, what was coming next.

There was never going to be a need for anything but natural man-lube in this encounter and the pearls of slippery goo just kept coming between the lips of my cock head. I pressed the rock hard, shiny, purple globe of my eager glans against his tender pink pucker and with the skill of an experienced artist his flesh door rolled outward, opened Yenimahalle Escort and sucked my great, pulsating organ into his welcoming hole. What could be more natural or invigorating than that sight. Slowly, smoothly, inexorably, my 9×5 slipped into the furnace of his flesh.

Something in the way his muscles rippled around it’s head, it’s shaft as my dong slid into place and my cojones touched down against his furry butt, told me this was extraordinary but as is the way in these situations, I am so lost in the animal intensity of the experience I am not fit to judge at the time. His body suddenly convulsed and a grip of extreme intensity strangled my hard rod, his cock spat out rope after rope of sweet jizz splattering his tool box, his shirt and leaving long translucent lines across the concrete. He bucked and bucked uncontrollably and then gasped with barely enough air for the words “Fuck me! Give me your load, Man!”

For a moment, when I felt the violence of his orgasm, I thought this was all just going to end with me tossing myself off while he struggled to show his interest in anything further. I could not have been more wrong.

As I slowly rocked back and brought the head of my cock to the tight band of his sphincter his body quaked again and again, jolting nervously with involuntary responses to the movements of my hard organ in his guts, he rolled his hips forward slightly and backed up onto my cock and we started a slow sensual rhythm in and out. I was in heaven. Every nerve in my entire body was awake and on fire, I was one electric erogenous zone, from head to foot.I wrapped my corded arms tight under his fantastic furry torso and gave him the benefit of 30+years of experience in how to delight and be delighted by a long, fat cock. He met each of my thrusts with a grunt or a gasp or a “Yes!” or “Uhuh!”

His genitals continued to swing in time to our copulating, his dick still slapping tight up against his flat, hairy belly with the promise of more to offer to the banquet of lust.

Suddenly it was too much for my old nuts and try as I might, I tumbled off that pinnacle of pleasure and hurtled uncontrollably into orgasm. He could feel the change in my groin, hear the desperate conclusion in my breathing and grunted “Give it to me, punch it in!”

Though I could barely control anything about the loss of my gun, I did my best to pound that butt as hard as I could in order to spit my DNA as deeply into his body as I could possibly manage. I brought my cock right out of his stretched and tender orifice and slammed it right back in, two, three, four and then the royal flush burst from the lips of my dong and his racking, quivering body resumed it’s spasmodic jerking orgasm. With hardly a tough from his right paw, his cock went into sputtering climax a second time and more threads of jizz jetted from his masculinity, further decorating the drab grey floor with their spontaneous passion.

I have often been in sexual situations which arose with sudden imperative immediacy, I guess because I am always open to it, almost always looking for it. Never have I experienced such extreme responses and such intense pleasure with a person who’s name I was yet to learn.

Flynn. Never to be forgotten.

“Leave it right there… please!” He groaned as my body slumped and I tenderly and repeatedly kissed his rippling lats and teased and delighted at the comfort of his back-hair. I’m dribbling copious pre-cum again as I write this on my laptop, at the breakfast table, at home. I can summon up that moment anytime I want.

But there was more…

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“Hey, Juliette’s trying to get your attention.” Pete Hayden touched Chad Silver’s forearm and Chad turned his gaze to the door into the smoke-filled room and picked out of the haze the middle-aged, hefty woman with the red-and-blue streaked long hair who was poured into a red, frilly, rack-emphasizing blouse and a black skirt. The two men, blond Chad, nineteen, and the taller, heavier, darker, and slightly older hirsute Pete, were sitting on a platform on adjoining wooden stools, strumming guitars. Chad’s tenor was soaring over Pete’s bass in a Simon and Garfunkel song.

Chad managed an insincere smile as Juliette shuffled forward, stepped up on the platform, leaned down with a purposeful jiggle of her breasts against Chad’s arm, and said, “You know how I invited you to do the improv thing with Sean and Inez at the CD Friday night?”

“Yeah, Juliette,” Chad answered, then he raised his voice above the din of the crowd at the Cellar Door in Georgetown on an M and 34th Street corner just on the D.C. side of Key Bridge over into Rosslyn, Virginia. Not that much of anyone could hear him on a Tuesday night in May in 1965. This wasn’t much of a music night at the Cellar Door during the week, even though the club was a well-known folk venue in the nation’s capital. For most of these folks it was a source of beer at a younger age than you could buy it across the bridge in Virginia or even in Maryland on the other side of D.C. And they came here to ream out the establishment in high-flying words they were just learning in school.

Chad, a student of government, with a music minor, at the nearby George Washington University, by day could drink beer in D.C., but not in Virginia or Maryland until he was twenty-one. But he didn’t come to the Cellar Door for the beer. He and a few of his “whatever makes you happy” friends were into the folk music scene. The Cellar Door was a venue for first-class folk groups on the weekends like Sonny and Cher, Ian and Sylvia, and Sean and Inez, and Chad came to rub shoulders with them and, sometimes, with a few of his friends from GWU, he sang backup for them.

He sang there with Pete too, who wasn’t part of the college crowd. Pete was a bodybuilder high school dropout who worked as a waiter at the Orleans House restaurant across Key Bridge in Rosslyn, Virginia. The two had been brought together by the harmony match in their voices, and they now were roommates as well.

Juliette, the club manager with an apartment upstairs, put on a special act three or four times a year when she thought the crowd had turned over. In this act whatever professional talent that was on stage—more a platform at the end of a medium-sized room—asked if anyone wanted to come up and sing a few songs with them. Chad was among those trained musicians salted around in the room—other GWU students, like Chad—who would come up and do a slick job as backup for the artists. Occasionally, a tone-deaf drunk would also come up, but his or her isolated antics would be entertaining as well.

Chad, movie-star handsome, blond, and well-built, had become a favorite of forty-year-old Juliette, who was described by some as buxom and by others as hefty. To keep him on a leash, she let Chad in on this act if he was available. It was more than his clear tenor that prompted her to do this, though.

“You know that I invited you to do the act behind Sean and Inez Friday night. If you’re interested, you could run transport for them as well. I know you have a car. They’d have to be picked up and taken back to the Iowa Jima Motel across the bridge by the Marine memorial. Maybe you’d like to do that for them. It would give you more time—private time—with them. They’re cutting a record, you know. They may need backup instrumentalists for that. Pretty soon they’ll be too big in the business for the likes of the CD.”

“You know I’d kill to be able to drive them around,” Chad said. “But why do I sense that there’s an ‘if’ condition here?”

“No condition, of course,” Juliette said, but by the way she leaned into him and put her hand on his hip, slipping her fingers up under the hem of his T-shirt, he knew better. “If you’re finished with your set now for a while, maybe you’d like to come up to the apartment and smoke some shit with me before you have to go on again.”

“I guess I could do that,” Chad answered. And he guessed he knew what he had to do to get the driving assignment. He really did want to get close to Sean and Inez. They already had two records out. He’d worn the records out, playing them. If getting close to them meant letting Juliette wear him out . . .

Juliette, forty and hefty, not ugly but not so pretty either, an Amazon of a woman, insatiable and zaftig, with big tits and broad hips and puffy labia, wore the nineteen-year-old college sophomore out in her upstairs apartment.

They sat on a worn sofa in Juliette’s small living room, Chad more or less reclining into a corner and Juliette sitting cross-legged, nearly hovering over him at the other end. The blond-wood, modern-style coffee table Büyükesat Escort was pulled up close enough for her to reach the ashtray with the joint in it and the two beers, both of which she periodically took up, took a drag from, and passed to Chad for him to use as well.

They’d paused inside the door out to the landing, standing against each other long enough for Juliette to offer her lips for a kiss and for Chad to purposely miss and kiss her on the cheek. Her hands were busy during this awkward interlude, though, and she unbuttoned her blouse and let her pendulous breasts swing free. She took one of Chad’s hands and moved it to her right breast, and, in feeling this up and pressing her nipple with his thumb, he did show some interest. Chad was an all-American boy; he couldn’t resist big tits.

“It’s hot in here. Let’s get comfortable,” she said, seemingly belatedly because she’d already freed her doggies. But she was referring to him and had pulled his T-shirt over his head before he was fully aware she was doing it. Her fingers went to his chest, and the two stood there on the stair landing, breathing heavily as they worked each other’s nipples with their fingers.

Chad had fucked her before, so this wasn’t exactly new ground they were covering. She wasn’t pulling him into anything they hadn’t done before. But, like before, she was the one doing the initiating. The impression that he was hot and bothered for this wasn’t there. Juliette’s hand slid down to his crotch, and that caused him to turn and walk over to the window, where there was a record player.

“You’d said downstairs that you’d received a new Sean and Inez recording from their manager—to listen to before they come on Friday,” he said.

“Yes, it’s there by the record player. You want to listen to it?”

“Sure,” he said. He wanted to do anything that would delay the inevitable. “If I’m going to sing backup on any of their new stuff, I should know what I need to fill in.”

“You put it on, and I’ll get us a couple of beers and something to mellow us out.” First, though, she stood at the door into her kitchen and, posing for him, although he was trying to show interest in the album cover he was taking the record from, Juliette reached under her skirt, released the clips on her garter belt, and made a show of pulling her stockings off. As he got the LP going, she went into the kitchen and came back with two beers and a joint. The ashtray was already on the coffee table.

That’s when she got them both on the couch.

“Make yourself comfortable on the sofa, and let’s get a little high and listen to Sean and Inez,” she said, which was what led to Chad reclining, shirtless, into the corner of the sofa on one side and Juliette, breasts swaying through the open gap of her blouse, sitting more in the middle than at the other side of the sofa, making sure that Chad got more of the beer and more and deeper drags on the joint than she did.

He lay there, back into the sofa corner, his legs dangling off the middle of the sofa, looking dully at Juliette with a sloppy grin on his face, as she unzipped him, fished his cock out of his jeans, and bent over and took the shaft in her mouth. What young all-American guy was going to try to back out of a blow job?

He moaned when he was hard and she was leaning over, holding his cock between her breasts and rubbing it. She leaned over more and kissed him on the torso and licked up to his nipples. Then, at last, he moved his arms around her, lifting her blouse off her back. Chad groaned as Juliette moved over him, hiking up her skirt, slipping off her panties, and putting herself in position on top of him. Her hand took his cock and moved it to her clit, rubbing herself with the bulb of the shaft.

“You’re so big, baby. So hard,” she whispered. “Such a stud. Be good to me, baby.”

If he wasn’t half stoned and hadn’t known before they’d come upstairs that they’d be doing this, Chad would have laughed then. He wasn’t doing anything, not really. She was doing it all. She was being good to herself, and that was just about the extent of what was happening here. Well, he’d gotten hard and was keeping hard. He wanted to continue doing special things here at the Cellar Door, and he knew what he had to do to keep those favors coming.

It wasn’t so bad, though. She wasn’t a looker or young and she was jiggly heavy, but she had a cunt, and she knew how to move on a cock. If he closed his eyes . . .

Juliette positioned herself above him and moved the bulb of his shaft in position between her puffy labia. Chad groaned and she whispered, “Oh, baby, yes, baby,” as she sank on the shaft. She cupped her left breast and rubbed its nipple against Chad’s cheek. Instinctively, his head turned so that he could inhale the nipple into his mouth and give it suck. His hands glided down her back and clutched her buttocks. Her pelvis rose and then descended. Rose and descended. Rose and descended.

With a shudder, his eyes held Elvankent Escort shut, Chad fell into the fuck, moving his hips, clutching and manipulating her buttocks, fucking her. A channel was a channel was a channel.

“Yes, baby,” Juliette murmured. “Fuck me. Fuck me good.”

They brought their rhythm into synch, and, resigned and with instinct taking over, the half comatose Chad took over the thrusting, grasping and squeezing of Juliette’s plump and slack butt cheeks and rhythmically thrusting up with his pelvis, as the victorious woman raised her torso, arched her back, worked her breasts with her hands, and mewed in satisfaction. Across the room, the record had long ago played the side it was on and the only music in the room other than the grunts and groans of sex was the scratching of the record needle at the center of the record.

They listened to the other side as, both fully naked now, Juliette was working Chad’s cock up again with her hands and mouth, he was reclining back on the sofa, puffing on the joint, until, Chad completely mellowed out, she took his hand and led him into her bedroom to lie, half conscious, but hard and moving by primeval instinct, between her spread and bent legs. Arching her back, cupping the young man’s balls with her hand, Juliette guided the bulb of his engorged cock to her cunt again and rubbed the glans between her folds and against her clit, whispering, “Fuck me again, you big, beautiful stud. Fuck me good.” Placing the cock head in position, she thrust her hips up, impaling herself on him, he responded drunkenly to the thrusting, and they were back to doing what copulating animals do. Burying his face in her cleavage, Chad fucked her to a second coming on her bed while she pretended the beautiful, virile young man, young enough to be her son, wanted her so bad that he was pinning her to the bed and taking her by force and from uncontrollable need.

An hour later, when Chad stumbled down the stairs, alone, and walked into the intoxicating, drug-drenched haze covering the Cellar Door performance room, the partying was still going on, albeit with a thinned-out crowd. Pete Hayden was back on stage, sitting next to Chad’s empty stool, and singing “Blowin’ in the Wind.” The audience that remained was stoned enough now that he could be heard over the murmur of voices in the room and to those listening, Pete was every bit as good as the professional talent would be.

“So good of you to show up again. Hey, where you been?” he asked as Chad perched back onto his stool, not too steadily, and picked up his guitar. “Did you forget break was over and that we’re getting paid as a duo?” He had a bit of irritation in his voice, but Chad knew it wasn’t genuine. Pete relished the opportunities to sing solo. He also knew that he was here more as Chad’s accompaniment than on his own standing—and, the real reason for irritation, if there was any genuine irritation, he knew where Chad had been and that he had been earning his pay—their performance gig—here. Pete wouldn’t have minded to be in Juliette’s good graces and to get his hands on her tits himself.

“Sorry, man,” Chad said. “I lost track of time. Have we done ‘Sound of Silence’ yet?”

They hadn’t, so they did.

After the 2:00 a.m. closing at the Cellar Door, Chad drove them home to Pete’s Colonial Terrace apartment across Key Bridge and off Wilson Boulevard in Rosslyn. Pete was the one with a name on the one-bedroom apartment mailbox. They rode in Chad’s pride and joy—and biggest expense—his red 1958 Ford Fairlane convertible.

Inside the front door to the apartment, Pete gathered Chad into his arms and kissed him. Chad went with the kiss but he wasn’t holding up his end of the lust. “Sorry, Pete,” he said, as the older, more muscular man drew his lips away, “I’m really tired tonight and have an early class tomorrow.”

“I can smell her on you,” Pete said. “No telling you’re getting something out of this. But let me do you a favor—let me fuck the scent of her away.”

Chad didn’t want to discuss what he’d gotten out of giving into Juliette sexually again. Pete pulled him into an embrace and went into another lip lock. Chad responded more passionately this time, but he drew away again and said, “Maybe for that a shower is better. What I need is a shower and some sleep.”

He got the shower but not much of the sleep.

When he came out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist, he saw the pile of Pete’s clothes on the floor by the bed—the only bed in the room, a queen. Pete came up behind him and embraced him, one arm wrapping around the smaller man’s chest and the hand of the other one wrapping around Chad’s cock, stroking and engorging the shaft. He buried his lips in Chad’s neck, latching onto the younger man there with his teeth. Pete’s cock was hard, pressed against the small of Chad’s back.

Chad didn’t have to pretend arousal with Pete as he did with Juliette. Sighing as Pete loosened the sheath of his hand on Chad’s Beşevler Escort cock, so that the younger man could stroke freely in the hand, Chad moaned low in his throat, reached a hand around to put Pete’s cock in position, and thrust his hips back, taking Pete’s thick, long, hard cock deep. They fucked there, standing, between the bathroom door and the bed.

As tired as Chad was and as willing as he was to go with male or female from a sex is sex is sex philosophy, being fucked by a man aroused him more than fucking a woman did.

Pete fucked Chad from behind, with the younger, smaller man bent over the bed, after Chad had sucked Pete’s cock erect for a second taking and Pete had knelt behind Chad and eaten his ass out while milking the younger man’s cock. And before dawn, Pete drew Chad into his embrace, both men on their sides, Pete facing Chad and Chad facing away, and, bending and pressing Chad’s left knee up into his chest, entered him again, and fucked him deep while Chad, half awake but a hundred times more willing and into the fuck than he had been when semicomatose with Juliette, rocked back on the shaft filling and stretching, and eventually flooding him.

As Chad’s 9:00 a.m. Economics 103 course session was starting over on the GWU campus, Chad was saddled on Pete’s cock, as his roommate lay on his back on the bed and held Chad’s waist between his hands. Chad had his hands run into Pete’s dark chest hair, was rubbing Pete’s nibs with the heels of his hands, and was bucking, bucking, bucking on Pete’s cock. As Pete dressed to meet the Orleans House restaurant opening up the hill on Wilson Boulevard in downtown Rosslyn, Chad was dozing on his back on the bed, fondling his cock, purring softly to himself, and free of all thoughts of having fucked Juliette the previous evening.

The two guys didn’t pull an all-night fuck like this very often, but being able to do a music gig at the Cellar Door was arousing to them and they usually celebrated like this after they’d been on stage.

* * * *

Inez’s thin, naked body was under him on the bed in the Iowa Jima Motel in Rosslyn, her knees rubbing his hips, her back arched off the mattress, her red hair fanned out from her head, Inez sucking on the knuckles of one hand, with the other arm flung out from her side, her fist clutching at the chenille bedspread, as Chad, crouching between her thighs and grasping her waist, watched the root of his cock moving in and out of her cunt. It had seemed she would be too frail, too narrow across the hips, too small of cunt to take his cock, but she swallowed it right up and was moaning deeply for him as Chad fucked her. This was sexier, more arousing than he’d thought it would be. It certainly was more arousing sex than he had with Juliette. He went with women to get something—something other than the sex—but this, this was pretty good. She was a real honey, and she was tight, and she was dripping for him, murmuring for him to fuck her good.

And she was a folk song star. He was fucking a nationally known folk singer—every groupie’s dream.

Chad tensed, jerked, bugged out his eyes, lifted his head, and cried out to the ceiling, as Sean, tall, thirty, gaunt, bearded and with hair dipping to his shoulder blades, saddled up behind Chad, thrust up inside him with a long, thin cock, grasped his waist, and began to pump. Inez didn’t reject Chad and Chad didn’t reject Sean. Chad fucked Inez and Sean fucked Chad.

OK, this was even better, Chad thought, as he looked down at the sinewy muscled, lightly covered with curly black hair forearm of the folk singer. Sean was hard-bodied, sinewy everywhere, no fat on him. Chad had followed the veining on the man’s body, mesmerized by it, going hard for it—and now luxuriating in the working of the man’s cock inside him. Chad could almost feel the big vein going up the hard shaft as it plowed him.

Chad lay stretched out beside Sean and Inez on the bed, smoking a joint and watching, as Sean took up the position between Inez’s legs that Chad had been in and fucked Inez. When Sean pulled out of Inez, she turned over on her side and watched as Sean grasped Chad, flipping him onto his back, pulled his butt down to the end of the bed, raised and spread the nineteen-year-old’s legs, thrust inside him, and resumed the thrusting. Same rhythm, female cunt exchanged for male ass. All sixties-style avant-garde, free love.

Inez leaned over and kissed Chad on the lips and then took the joint from him and puffed on it while Chad nuzzled her pert little tits and dominant Sean fucked his ass, rowing Chad’s legs back and forth to the rhythm of his thrusts.

The three had met for the first time earlier that evening. Chad had fucked the Cellar Door manager, Juliette, for the privilege of driving the two performers back to their Iowa Jima Motel room. Both Sean and Inez had loved Chad’s 1958 red Ford Fairlane convertible on the short ride across Key Bridge from Georgetown to Rosslyn. Inez, sitting in the middle of the front bench seat, had run a hand up under the hem of Chad’s T-shirt and was cooing to him about the horsepower and thrust power of the convertible. And Sean, sitting on the other side of her and his arm extending across Inez’s slight body, first stroking the knob on the gearshift of the car before moving the hand to Chad’s crotch, was asking if Chad was coming into the motel room and fucking with them.

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Chapter 70: Easter Morning

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

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

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

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

THUNK

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

“What happened??”

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

“Walk it off before you wake him.”

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

“SHHHH!”

“Gah, dammit.”

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

“Hm?” Arnaav looks up curiously.

“Aight, shuddup, Yuri!”

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

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

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

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

“What changed?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What in the world is an ‘Aquaman’?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” Merrick quirks his head

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh brother,” Yuri rolled her eyes.

“Huh?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hahaha, I know, it’s complicated.”

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

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

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

~~~

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

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

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

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

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

Merrick snickered, “We did this morning.”

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ook?” Arnaav blinks in awkward again.

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

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

“I suppose…”

~~~

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

“Ah shyit.” Jamal said.

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I landed a prime job in Bangkok about a decade ago. I had to travel back and forth to NYC (where I lived with my wife and kids at the time) – it was for 3 years but worth it because it would advance my career, as it has. So I had been doing this for over a year at the time and got into a good routine – work, gym, group of friends to hang out with, etc… was not seeking out opportunity with the beautiful Thai women but I’d flirt. I was always a little concerned a coworker would see me and it would get back home or the office.

Anyway it was a Friday afternoon and I cut out of work early and had plans to meet some friends for drinks and dinner. The bar we were meeting at wasn’t far away and I was proud I learned the Bangkok elevated system so I went to a nearest stop to wait.

While I was standing there on the platform waiting this young Thai guy started speaking to me in English. His name was V and asked the usually 20 questions and I politely asked in return as well.

“Hello, what are you doing in Bangkok? How long have you been here? Do you speak Thai?”

He was born and raised in Bangkok, was going to University and was hoping to have a career in banking. He was nice, better than average speaker, and we were having a nice chat while waiting for the train in the stifling heat.

So it was very surprising when he asked if I lived nearby and if I wanted to go back to my place for some sex. Of course, this was all in English so no one waiting around understood, I think, and it was flattering, but I was just surprised he was so forwarded, which in my experience was not common. So I thought about his request for a few minutes after acknowledging what he said – I was going to be early to meet my friends, I was very horny having been away from my wife for three weeks, and I was curious. So I said yes and said let’s go quickly.

We walked about five minutes to the compound where Cebeci Escort I was renting an apartment and we casually walked past the guard with a nod. I was hoping since V was dressed nicely as a typical college student it would not raise suspicion.

My heart was racing once I got to my apartment door, unlocked, opened and pushed him in before any of my neighbors saw us. Once inside I let out a deep breathe and V just wrapped his arms around my body with a big hug – he was about 4″ shorter than my 5’9″ and much slimmer than my 165# body.

He suggested we get undressed and get in the shower together and he would wash our bodies. So he quickly undressed and then he undressed me folding all my clothes neatly on a chair. He had a nice tan body, some muscles, some hair under arms and pubs, but not much.

Despite the heat of the moment I wasn’t hard when he pulled down my briefs but I noticed V licked his lips. Without much conversation we got into the shower and got the water warm and he began to soap up his hands and rubbed them all over my body as I did to his. He focused a lot on my chest which is hairy with solid pecs after years of working out and very sensitive nipples.

All that attention was making me hard. He washed my cock which only made it harder and then my ass and balls down my legs so his face was staring right at my cock. I was waiting and hoping for him to open his mouth and I think I would have shot my load pretty quickly if I put my cock into that hot tongue and mouth had he done so, but instead he stood up and cleaned his ass really well then rinsed us both and said let’s move to the bed.

So we grabbed some towels and had some fun drying each other off then he led me by the hand to my bed. Since I did not have supplies he grabbed his school bag and pulled out some lube. He instructed me to lay on my back Kolej Escort and he lubed up his ass and climbed up the bed and straddled my chest rubbing his hard cock and balls against it.

His cock was a little shorter than mine but a lot slimmer and his hairless balls were tight against his body. My cock was just a bit longer (maybe an inch) but much, much thicker with my egg sized hairy balls. He grabbed both with the lube on his hands and was massaging my already rock hard cock while riding my chest looking deeply into my eyes. I just let him lead as he slowly shuffled backwards until I could feel my cockhead against his asshole. He slowly guided my cock into his ass…very, very slowly and surprisingly the cockhead got past the first ring pretty easily, V then just sat back and the rest of my cock slowly sunk into his tight hot ass down to the root.

He seemed to handle it easily, since he was pretty eager, but I did hear him whimpering “jep – jep” which meant it hurt. Once he was comfortable he started to ride my cock up and down, the full length. I grabbed a smooth ass cheek with one hand to help lifted him up and down on my cock sinking as deep as I could go into his hairless ass. It felt so good – smooth, tight, squeezing my entire cock – and I could feel my balls tighten.

I did my best to control myself as long as I could and distracted myself by jerking his cock with my other hand as he continued to ride my thick cock with his head thrown back and eyes closed. His cock was rock hard and without any warning V let out a nice hot load of cum all over my hairy chest. His asshole squeezing my cock while he was coming sent me over the edge, and I let out a groan as I unloaded my cum filled balls deep in his tight ass. He continued to ride for a while as my cock got smaller.

He smiled then started licking his cum off my chest paying Yenimahalle Escort attention to my nipples which certainly was keeping me semi hard. Once my cock popped out he grabbed his ass so cum didn’t drip all over the sheets or floor and ran into the bathroom to clean up. I just lie there feeling sleepy, relieved, and satisfied.

I realized I was going to be late if I didn’t leave soon so I sat up on the edge of my bed feeling a little light headed when V came back from the bathroom with a warm washcloth and began to clean my cock and balls so gently that within a few minutes I was rock hard again.

V told me he wanted to taste “farang” (foreigner) cum and asked if he could give me a blow job. I just shook my head. Sitting on the edge of my bed V dropped to his knees and started sucking my head, very gently and sensuously, then licked my shaft from the head down to my balls, and then in one move took the entire length of my cock into his mouth.

The feeling was electric moving through my entire body. I have never been quick to cum twice so I was able to enjoy it as much as V was clearly enjoying sucking my cock, stroking and swallowing my cock and then my balls. He asked if I was getting close and I said, “yes, I could be if he continued,” and he repeated that, “he wanted me to cum in his mouth.”

So he started sucking my cock harder moving his hand up and down my shaft at the same time. After a few minutes I told him I was about to cum and he took my cock deep into his mouth again. I just put my head back, grabbed onto the sheets to keep myself up, and let loose a second load of cum into this beautiful Thai man’s mouth – not as much cum as the first load no doubt, but he swallowed all of it and took his time sucking every last drop from my cock as it went soft.

He stood up and thanked me with a big smile, went into the bathroom and we got dressed. As we were leaving I asked him why he approached me and thought I would say yes, and he said he could tell just by looking into my eyes. We exchanged contact information but I had to move the next time I was back in Bangkok so I never saw him again. Maybe it was just a one off and V was just as curious as I but the experience has certainly stayed with me.

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