La Dona

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“I’m kinda like this city.

Imposing…

Harsh…

Unsettled…

I’m made of steel, mostly.

Covered in concrete with walls that silence screams for help.

So many women and young men hide their sorrows behind these walls.

They are trapped by violence.

No one can hear these young men and women.

That, or people refuse to listen.

Yet these people survive.

They work as a means of escaping abuse.

They hide their scars and bruises.

They are victims of men who hate them, men who think they own them.

It doesn’t matter how old these men and women are, even if they are practically little boys and girls.

They stalk them, torture them and destroy their lives.

Some of you may be wondering, how do I know all this?

Well! It’s because I… I was one of them!”

He’s back…

Our favorite sexy, vengeful, seductive titan is back…

Your favorite series is back…

Vanalas presents…

A bold and beautiful story of revenge and justice told from the perspective of an offended man.

The story of a soul torn apart by injustice and revenge…

A man betrayed and made to pay for a crime he didn’t commit and left for dead…

A promise to bring justice…

“I will not rest until I bring them all down. They shall pay with their lives… I will get justice for myself and my parents. They will pay… I swear.”

But sometimes to defend justice, one must sacrifice… love… But what happens when the same thing you banish follows you and no matter what you do, you can’t resist it? And what happens when you are now fighting for love and justice?

Vanalas is proud to announce the return of “Miguel Powers” in this intriguing story of revenge, love, betrayal and a fight for justice, “Iron rose aka Wild Flower.”

Betrayed by his husband and best friend, something Esat travesti he thought was perfect…

“I love you so much and I will love you forever.” Gabriel said, planting a kiss on Angelo’s lips. “Always remember that.”

“I love you too.” Angelo said as he rested his head on his husband’s chest.

But it was a lie. Angelo was abducted by the people he trusted the most, told about the death of his family… brutally and mercilessly raped by a gang “the dragons.” He was killed and so they thought but he survived, saved by a fisherman and his wife even though he lost his identity and his face. Filled with anger, pain and resentment for the people that betrayed him, Angelo vowed to avenge his family’s death and bring justice to everyone that wronged him.

With revenge on his mind, Angelo changed his face and his identity with the help of his uncle’s companies which he had kept left for abroad where he planned to acquire power and influence.

“From now on I will be known as, Miguel Powers. I need to be ready and strong.”

Gabriel and Jack got married and lived happily, or so they thought…

Three years later, Miguel powers was back with a vengeance… more beautiful, sexier, seductive and deadlier than he had ever been. Only one thing was on his mind, “revenge.”

First he had to go against the men that had raped him brutally and stripped him of his innocence. They found out that he wasn’t to be messed with. He vowed to go after them one by one until they all pay with their blood.

But what he hadn’t expected was falling in love again, something he had banished from his world. But it was something he couldn’t even resist when he met Christian Palmer, the man that he was ready to give up everything for. But is it worth it?

***

“La Dona” is a story of revenge, and ambition, seduction and betrayal told from the perspective of an Kızılay travesti abused man named “Miguel Powers.” He represents hundreds of thousands of men and women who have been victims of violence by men who are protected by impunity and a patriarchal culture.

In Miguel’s case, these are five powerful and influential men from prominent families and positions who brutally raped him when he was 21, his ex husband and best friend who betrayed him and his mysterious father in law that killed his entire family. They plotted to kill him but he survived by chance.

Having picked himself up from the ashes, Miguel became a ruthless, strong-willed devourer of men and with the fortune that was left to him by his uncle, “La don” looks to bring his abusers, and any others he finds along the way, to his own brand of justice.

The major plot line in Iron rose revolves around the eponymous character, “Miguel Powers” (La Dona). He’s a ruthless businessman who is seeking revenge on the gang that raped him “the dragons”, the men that murdered his family and the two people he trusted that betrayed him and killed him, literally. It’s this experience that is meant to make you sympathize with him plight. I say “meant to” because he definitely has his unforgiving qualities.

He uses his charm and good looks to get these men at his feet and manages to expand his empire. But his ruthless nature has made him look down at the world, viewing them as weak and worthless, destroying and maintaining reputations.

While he’s hunting down the men, Carter moves to the city with his mother, Yvette, an evil woman who was a sister to Angelo’s father and stole Carter when he was born. She came to return him and ask for forgiveness but found that Angelo was already dead. Carter and Miguel are blood brothers but none of them know yet. But Miguel feels a strong connection with Carter and helps him in Alsancak travesti whatever way he can, telling him to protect himself.

***

In this second part of “Iron rose,” Christian and Miguel’s relationship will be tested as everyone will be against it. Will it survive?

To follow up from the first part, not only do Miguel and Carter not know who the other truly is but they both got major heart eyes for the same super good looking artist/lawyer and abused people’s rights defender, Christian Palmer, the man who is deeply in love with Miguel but everyone is against their relationship, thus, creating the most awkward love triangle ever.

As Iron rose returns, it brings more seduction, betrayal, revenge, and jealous as Miguel goes after his ex husband, friend and his father in law and as he continues to look for the final dragon. Secrets will be revealed, confessions will be made and revenge will continue.

Can Christian still hold on to the great love he feels for Miguel against all odds? Can he stay away from him when he sees him with another man or will he get jealous? Will Carter finally take the chance and get Christian all to himself? Will Carter and Miguel finally know the truth and accept each other or will something else get in the way? Will Miguel finally get justice for himself and his murdered family?

Worlds collide and lives shatter when Miguel, a powerful and elegant businessman plots a ruthless revenge while falling in love.

Will it be the end for him or will he prove that he is truly the iron rose and get away with everything?

Beauty is his weapon, power is his revenge…

Revenge has never been this wild…

Wild flowers, returns this December…

Wild flower, one look and you are hooked.

***

Thank you so much guys for the long wait. After the long production break, it is an honor to bring this hot, intriguing, suspense filled story back to you again. I really hope you are patiently waiting for it like I am. Most of you have been demanding for it so just hold on to your seats and wait for the second week of December when your favorite character glues you back to your seats again.

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Just Like My Dad Pt. 02

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As I drove Ivan back across town in my swanky new car, I asked him how he’d ended up seeking out men for sex in spite of being married to such an attractive woman and having what he’d described as an ‘enjoyable’ sex life.

“I love Trisha,” he replied, “and I’m being totally honest when I say it excites me to make love with her. But on a totally different level, I enjoy doing it with other blokes too -“

“Why ‘on a totally different level’,” I cut in.

“I just mean that the stuff I like doing with men arouses me in a different way from the intimacy I have with my wife. My fantasies and fetishes are very specific – the guy has to be willing to do anal and I strongly prefer flip-flop.”

“Flip-flop?” I asked, wondering if he had a shoe fetish he hadn’t told me about.

“Yeah, doing it both ways, like we just did. First one of us takes it, then we change places and the other one takes it.”

“Oh right,” I smiled. “Yes, I like that too.”

“Go easy on the gears for the first few weeks,” he advised about my driving. “Try to change up a bit later than you ordinarily would. It avoids labouring the engine.”

I did as he suggested, pulling away from a T-junction and keeping it in first gear long beyond what sounded healthy, and asked him why he thought he liked flip-flop so much.

“It goes back to when I was in my late teens,” he said. “They say your formative sexual experiences colour your sexuality for life.”

“Did you flip-flop with your buddies?”

He grinned over at me. “When I had chance, which wasn’t that often! Not many guys are into it but, like with you, I got to figure out ways of spotting them. So yeah, some nights a few drinks and a stopover round a certain friend-of-a-friend’s place would end up with the two of us riding on each other’s backs!”

“Sounds fun,” I chuckled.

“It was,” he laughed back, “as long as we were both discreet about it.”

I drove on, trying to figure out how the headlights worked since it was starting to get dark, as he explained, “I’ve always called myself straight, Rob – I mean, I had girlfriends all the way through my teens. I’ve never dated a guy – never wanted to get into what you might call a relationship with another bloke – but no matter which girl or woman I was with and how much sex they were serving up, I’ve always sought out other men for… well… basically, for a bit of what we just did!”

“So you think having reciprocal anal sex with your mates in your teens has made you want it all your life?”

“No I don’t think that,” he replied. “I think it goes back to something that happened on a fishing trip. In fact I’m sure it does.”

“A fishing trip?” I asked, accidentally switching on the wipers instead of indicating to turn right.

“Yeah, it was me and a mate with our two dads up in Northumbria. We often went there for a week of trout fishing and we slept in a couple of tents. Our dads had been good friends since their schooldays so they always shared a tent, and I shared with Daryl who I’d known since we were kids even though we weren’t like bezzie mates or anything.”

I nodded and managed to stall the car as I tried to pull out from the junction.

“One night,” he continued once we were back on the road, “I couldn’t sleep and it was getting really late. Lying there in my sleeping bag, I heard steady rhythmic sounds coming from outside and I figured my dad and Mr Jackson must be beating off in their tent. I don’t know why, but the thought of our dads pulling away at their hard-ons started getting me horny, listening to their panting and gasping and the quickening slapping sounds they were making together.

“Soon my own stalk was as boned-up as theirs, and I crept out of my tent to go and take a peep through their tent flap. I thought they’d be lying there with their feet pointing towards me, their knobs poking upwards and their hands bashing up and down the thick veiny shafts. A bit like me and Daryl did when we unzipped our sleeping bags and whacked off together in our tent, like we sometimes did.”

“Why were you curious to see what your dads were doing?” I asked.

“I dunno,” he shrugged. “It’s what lads are like, isn’t it? Fascinated about anything to do with sex. I probably wanted to see if Mr Jackson’s dick was bigger than my dad’s… whether they wanked off the same way I did… how much spunk they made when they both shot off… that kind of stuff…”

“Okay, so what happened next?”

“When I shone my torch in on them, I didn’t see what I expected to at all. Instead of their two dongs poking upwards and their hands smacking away, both their faces were right there in front of me looking at me through the tent flap, peering straight at me with my dad’s on top of Mr Jackson’s. I just about dropped my torch I was so surprised.

“‘What do you want?’ my dad snapped, keeping up the weird rhythmic movements he was making against Mr Jackson. I saw he’d wrapped his arms around Mr Jackson’s chest and even though they both had their t-shirts on, I could see that my dad had his pants pulled down from how his white pudgy arse was Çankaya travesti bobbing up and down behind his face.

“‘They can’t really be bumming,’ I remember thinking. ‘Surely to fuck my dad can’t be bumming another bloke’s arse!'”

“You knew about gay sex at that age, did you?” I asked him, still fiddling with rear-view mirror as I drove to get it just right.

“Of course I did,” he laughed. “I must have been eighteen when this happened and I was never that sweet and innocent! I knew that straight lads like me did it to girls up their fannies and that gay lads did the same thing using each other’s arseholes. And I was pretty sure – although I couldn’t really believe it – that that was what I watching my dad do to Mr Jackson.

“I could hear a weird wet munching sound coming from between them and I kept getting a whiff of a really fierce shitty stink that neither of the two men seemed at all bothered by.”

“Did it disgust you?” I asked him.

“No. I suppose, if anything, it intrigued me,” he replied. “I figured it was the smell you must get when two men are doing it and, as it was totally different from the sex smells I was used to of boys doing girls, I found it… well… pretty interesting, actually.”

I smiled, checking that the mirror was as good as I could get it. “So what did you say to him?”

“I told him I just wondered what the two of them were doing.

“‘What does it look like we’re doing?’ my dad asked huffily, not missing a beat as he kept grinding away on top of Mr Jackson.

“I must have just stared at them, wondering if they were really doing what I thought they were. Was this some stupid prank they were playing, or were they actually having gay sex right in front of me, my dad knobbing Mr Jackson up his dirty stinky bum?”

“Mr Jackson, who was just lying their taking it with my dad’s chest heaving against his back, quipped, ‘Come on, Ivan mate. Give us some privacy!’

“There was a fart – a really sloppy-sounding one – but neither of them so much as smiled and my dad just kept doing his thing, his forehead starting to bead with sweat.

“He said, ‘If we’re keeping you awake, we won’t be long… just don’t spy in on us while we’re chuffing off!’

“I nodded and pulled their tent flap closed and went back to my tent. So they were having bum sex, right there in the next tent to ours! I’d never heard it called ‘chuffing off’ before but it was pretty clear what he meant.”

I smiled over at him. “It’s interesting the different words straight men use when they have gay sex, as if cloaking it in an inoffensive name somehow makes the act less emotionally troublesome.”

A driver swerved in to cut me up so I gave him a stern blast of my windscreen washer.

“I lay there in my sleeping bag listening to them, my dad’s rhythm getting steadily faster, until with three or four low grunts, it abruptly stopped. After half a minute or so, the two of them started moving around and I heard dad whisper, ‘Oh fuck, that’s well skanky! Pass me some bog roll over.’

“Mr Jackson whispered something and I heard dad chuckle. ‘If you’ve got the runs, mate, I’ve probably just made it a helluva lot worse!’

“I put my pillow over my head, not wanting to hear anything more, and struggled to get to sleep with everything I’d just seen and heard running through my mind on endless repeat.”

I nodded. “Things have must have awkward between you and your dad for a while after that…”

“Not really,” he contended. “I don’t actually think my dad was in any way troubled by what he and Mr Jackson were doing. He even talked about it with me the next day while we were fishing.”

“Really? What did he say?”

“He apologised for being snappy with me and said of course it was natural that I was curious about sex stuff. I asked him, ‘So does that mean you were… er… doing sex stuff with Mr Jackson? Making love to him?’

“He roared a great deep belly laugh at that and said, ‘Of course I wasn’t making love to him, Ivan! That’s what I do to your mum!’

“‘What were you doing to him, then?’ I asked.

“‘You could see what we were doing – you could probably smell it too! We were just chuffing off the way blokes do when they’re caged-in together!’

“‘Chuffing off? You mean you were… er… doing it with his backside?’

“He chuckled again like I was being really dim. ‘That’s how it works, son! It’s not like he’s got any other holes down there I could use!’

“‘But isn’t that a gay thing?’ I came back with. ‘Doing sex stuff with other men, I mean?’

“‘Come on, don’t be daft,’ he laughed, ‘do me and him look like we’re gay? Doing it that way is just what fellas do when they’re horny but there aren’t any women around.’

“‘Is that for real?’ I asked him. ‘Men actually do it with each other – up each other’s bums – when they’re away from their wives?’

“‘Of course they do,’ he laughed. ‘You’ve heard stories about prisons and army barracks and stuff, haven’t you?’

“I nodded back at him.

“‘Well the same goes for fishing trips. It’s not healthy Dikmen travesti for a bloke to go too long without releasing his… you know…’

“I asked, ‘But can’t you just use your hand?’

“He grinned like I was so naive. ‘That might work for you and Dylan at your age, knuckling off under your sleeping bags after lights-out, but it’s not the same when you’re a man. Your balls get bigger… they need emptying properly. You need to get your leg over, son… to do it for real with another person. You’ll understand soon enough.”

“I wasn’t convinced but I persisted with my questions. ‘So does it feel the same, then, when you do it with another fella? Is it just like getting your end away with a woman?’

“He shrugged and replied, ‘It’s not the same but it’s near enough to get by. It smells a lot different – you probably noticed that – but you learn to ignore it.’

“‘And Mr Jackson is okay with it? He doesn’t mind rolling over for you to get on top of him and… er… push your dick up his bum?’

“It’s not like that!’ he laughed. ‘He expects his turn too! It’s got to be a two-way thing, kiddo!’

“‘What, you let him do it to you?’ I asked, unable to hide my surprise.

“‘We help each other out, mate – that’s how it works when blokes are holed-up on their own. Bit of give and take… you know… I scratch your back, you scratch mine, that sort of thing!’

“‘You take turns doing it to each other?’ I asked him, still wide-eyed.

“He shrugged. ‘Pretty much, yeah. I mean we don’t… you know… plan it out that way, but fellas get horny and if you’re letting your mate… well… use your bum to stop his balls aching, you’re gonna want something in return sooner or later.’

“‘Oh right,’ I said, aware that I was gaping stupidly like one of the fish we’d caught.

“‘It’s really no big deal, Ivan!’ he laughed. ‘It’s just a quick way for two blokes to blow their loads!”

“‘But isn’t it kinda like making love?’

“He laughed again, like I was a really slow learner. ‘Did the two of us big hairy fellas look like we were making love last night? Did the stink from his arse make it smell like we were making love?’

“I shook my head. ‘I guess not.’

“‘So of course it’s not making love! I mean, we weren’t even looking at each other! How can it be making love if you’re looking at the back of the other fella’s head?’

“I shrugged. ‘I dunno…’

“‘There’s no romance or anything in it,’ he insisted.

“‘It sounds a bit… weird,’ I told him. It was the only word I could think of to describe my confusion.

“‘Come on, son, there’s nothing weird about it. Let me tell you how it works, then you’ll see it’s just a bodily function, sort of. Like taking a pee together – nothing more than that.’

“I nodded, still sceptical, and he went on, ‘What happens is, when you’re feeling horny, you let your mate see you’ve cracked a fat when the two of you are getting undressed. If he’s up for it too, he gets down on his stomach, pulls his skiddy scruts down a bit and you climb on top of him. There’s no kissing or saying sloppy stuff to him, or anything like that. You just work your dick up him, slide it in and out until it feels dead nice, and next thing your balls feel half a stone lighter!’

“I nodded, thinking this sounded a lot like making love to me.

“‘Then you roll over and let the other bloke have his turn,’ he went on. ‘So, you see son, it’s totally different from doing proper sex stuff with your mum!’

“That made something else occur to me. ‘Does mum know you and Mr Jackson do this… er… chuffing off thing when we come away?’

“‘Of course she doesn’t!’ he hissed conspiratorially, like she would somehow be able to hear. ‘Women don’t need sex all the time like men do. She wouldn’t understand why I couldn’t just hold off until I got back home.’

“I nodded again. ‘Well, don’t worry, dad. I won’t say anything.’

“He smiled at me and ruffled my hair like I was doing him a favour. I mean, as if I would have announced to mum over Sunday lunch: ‘Did you know that dad and Mr Jackson take turns to bum each other in their tent when we’re on our fishing trips?'”

I laughed as I pulled off the dual carriageway – the engine was ticking over nicely by now – and he went on with his story.

“In the end he said that while he didn’t want me spying on him and Mr Jackson after lights-out, if I heard them ‘chuffing off’ again and I was curious to see what it looked like and how it worked, he’d let me take a quick peep through their tent flap.

“‘What if Mr Jackson sees me?’ I asked, feeling myself growing hard in my waders at the prospect of seeing the two of them going at it together in their tent. Even though the idea of gay sex had never interested me before, the thought of seeing these two stocky, solid men doing sex stuff together, shoving their thick bloke-sized cocks up each other’s big hairy arses, was really boning my prick up.’

“Why do you think that was?” I asked.

“Maybe it was the sheer carnality of it… the way the two of them were having brute, Eryaman travesti passionless sex together, almost like performing a bodily function, as my dad had put it. Just rutting away on top of each other, without any preliminaries or discussion… there was something animal about it which for some reason seriously aroused me.”

I smiled at how much thought he’d clearly devoted to this over the years. Then I asked, “So what did your dad say?”

“He told me Mr Jackson would be okay with it too. He said, ‘We thought you might have told Daryl what you saw us doing last night, so he’s going to talk to him about it the way you and me are. If Daryl wants a peep too, I don’t mind letting him see that it’s just a normal thing that fellas do when they’re cooped up together.’

“So that’s what we did. That same night, when the steady rhythmic sound of men ‘chuffing off’ drifted over from our dads’ tent, we both crept out to take a look at what they were doing. I don’t know about Daryl, but my knob was rock hard even before I was out of my sleeping bag. That’s why I think this had such a profound effect on me, you see Rob: I was so turned-on by the idea of seeing my dad having sex with Mr Jackson, I reckon it imprinted itself deep in my brain and it ended up becoming part of my own sexuality. It made me want to keep doing it with other men even now, even though I love my wife hugely and we have a really good sex life.”

I nodded at him through the gathering gloom of the dusk. “That’s interesting. For me, the appeal didn’t manifest itself until much later in life. After my divorce, actually.”

He nodded back before continuing, “My dad and Mr Jackson obviously knew we were going to peep in on them, because that night they were doing it side-on to us. I reckon they wanted us to be able to get a good look at how it worked for the two of them.

“They were in the proper gay position, like I’d seen scrawled all over the walls in the boys’ bogs at school. Mr Jackson was on all fours with his undershorts yanked down at the back; dad was kneeling behind him holding onto his hips. His saggy briefs were halfway down his thighs and his big thick cock was pumping in and out of Mr Jackson’s hairy arse-crack.

“It was one of the most deeply erotic things I’ve ever seen, Rob,” he told me. “I’ve relived that moment so many times and I still can’t get over how stunning the two of them looked together. Their torch was lying in front of them, lighting them really strikingly from below and casting long black shadows behind them.

“In spite of how stark and purely functional my dad had described their sex, they looked… well… truly beautiful at that moment and I just stared in at them, totally gobsmacked!”

I smiled at him and asked, “Did they acknowledge that they were aware of you watching them?”

He nodded. “Dad grinned over at me, looking almost proud that he was showing his son how to use another man as a substitute for a woman, and then Mr Jackson peered over at Daryl, chuckling at his boy’s stunned expression as he pushed his bum back to meet every thrust of my dad’s cock.

“Daryl whispered, ‘This is awesome!’ and I saw his dick was sticking right out in his pants, looking just as hard as mine. I knew then what I wanted to do right away: I wanted us to go back to our tent and for me to do to him what my dad was doing to his.

“Before I could suggest that to him, we both looked on in amazement as my dad started pounding really hard and fast, and then watched open-mouthed as he gasped and shuddered and squirted his seed up into Mr Jackson’s bowels. Once he was done, he pulled away and the two of them dutifully swapped positions, dad getting on all fours in front of Mr Jackson who jerked his cock a few times before having his turn to work it up his bum.

“They quickly developed a rapid, forceful rhythm and were soon roughly hammering against each other, with Mr Jackson’s big bollocks slapping loudly against the back of my dad’s legs. Again they smiled over at us, pleased to be showing us how men could use each other when their wives and girlfriends weren’t around for sex.

“‘Cor, it doesn’t half stink, doesn’t it?’ Daryl grinned and I realised the smell that I’d assumed to be from cows in a nearby field was actually wafting over from this exclusively male version of sex.

“I inhaled it deeply, instantly loving how crude and carnal it was. ‘It’s the smell of bumming,’ I told Daryl in a whisper. ‘The smell of fellas doing it with each other’s arses!’

“He beamed at me, sniffing eagerly himself, and said, ‘It’s like the smell of skidmarks, only much, much stronger!’

“I asked him, ‘Do you wanna make a stink in our tent?’ Since we both had raging hard-ons making wigwams of our briefs, it seemed like the obvious question to ask.

“‘Fuck yeah!’ he said back.

“As we scampered back over to our tent, I said, ‘Bagsy I get first… er… chuff!’

“He laughed at that. ‘As long as I get my turn!’

“We did it like our dads had shown us: him on all fours side-on to the tent door and me behind him with my knees between his. We shone our torch towards us as we yanked down our pants and I spat on my cock like Mr Jackson had. Then I slowly worked up into his hot, slimy arsehole, loving the way his butt muscles were squeezing the head of it as I drove it all the way into his dirty brown tunnel.

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Key Westing Ch. 01

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It was snowing in Washington, D.C., and after battling skidding cars on the Beltway for an extra two hours trying to get into work, I suddenly decided that it was time for me to head someplace sunny. It was my lucky day after all, because when I hit the office, everyone was in an uproar about reports from Havana that Cuban dictator Fidel Castro once more was on his deathbed. Bad news for Fidel and great news for me. I was a Caribbean and Spanish language specialist and, within hours, I was flying off to our little unit on Key West, the last of a chain of islands dribbling down from Florida toward Cuba.

I was able to hold on to my “put-upon” stoic face in negotiations with my employers over the short-notice, unknown duration assignment to negotiate four days of expenses-paid vacation time on top of the news media death watch on Castro no matter how long it lasted. Time away from snow-clogged Washington at the gay capital, warm, and sunny-beached Key West. How could I have been so lucky? And to add to that, when I called my significant other, Brian, he jumped at the chance to join me on the trip. So, I slogged back to our apartment, and we threw our skimpy Speedos into a suitcase, and we were off.

If I thought it was going to be a few hours during the day monitoring the Cuban media and then afternoons on the beach and nights in bed with Brian, making wild love, I was shortly to be disabused of that dream. No sooner had we checked into the gay-friendly Atlantic Shores Resorts, within steps of the naval air station that hosted the unit where I was to work, then I was off to work and Brian was off to the Duval Street bars. For two days, I was chained to radio and television receivers for double shifts and returned to the hotel room only long enough to catch a few hours of sleep—alone, because Brian wasn’t there either of those days. He obviously had found the Key West night life much to his liking.

The third morning, I was hurrying out to work as Brian was just dragging in, all disheveled, but with a sloppy grin on his face. I knew that expression; he’d been fucked hard and well.

“Hi there, Estaban,” he said with a weak wave of his hand as he headed for the bed I’d just vacated.

“How nice of you to put in an appearance, Brian,” I said, all of the frost of the distant Washington in my voice.

“Ah, man,” Brian said, as he settled into the bed. “You oughta get some time off and go bar hopping with me. This place is a candy store of male pussy and hot cocks.”

“I can Osmanbey travesti see that,” I said, my voice dripping icicles. “Your eyeballs are swimming in semen. I do so hope you continue to enjoy your stay on my nickel as I work my ass off to earn that nickel.”

“Geez, Estaban. It’s not my fault they’ve tied you to the job. When Fidel has kicked off, we can party straight for days. I’m just checking out the best places to do that.”

“Well, if you didn’t check them out so enthusiastically, maybe you’d be home in bed waiting for me one of these nights and we could at least do what we were doing in Washington. I didn’t come to Key West to stop having sex, you know.”

But Brian didn’t have any response to this. Not because he wasn’t capable of snappy banter but because he was already snoring away in the bed.

That night when I dragged back to the room, the lights were off and I assumed that Brian once more was out all night at the bars. But when I opened the door and the light from the hallway dimly outlined the bed, I saw something stirring there. So, at least he was home. But he probably was in a drunken sleep and would be no good to me tonight. And I badly needed some stroking tonight.

But before I could get the door closed behind me and turn on the light, I saw a torso rise up in the bed—and it wasn’t Brian’s. It was some heavily muscled and tattooed dude, whose naked butt was undulating up and down against another naked body stretched out underneath him, belly to bed. I recognized Brian’s cries and grunts and groans of passion. The guy on top turned his torso briefly toward me, checking out where the light from the open door was coming from, and I caught the gleam of eyebrow, ear, nipple, and navel piercings in the reflected light. He saw me, but he said nothing and just swiveled back around and pumped his cock down in long strokes between the ass cheeks encased between his knees. So, at least Brian was home, but he was a little busy now—being fucked by some leather man he’d picked up in a bar.

I shut the door and just sort of collapsed in a chair by the window, listening to Brian’s panting and moaning and cries of ecstasy at the stroking he was receiving.

I was so exhausted from the monotonous Castro death watch, during which Cuban media wasn’t broadcasting anything even half way of interest to the U.S. government, that I dozed off while sitting in the chair. The first thing I became aware of were two hands gripping the sides of my head, Ayrancı travesti and Brian’s visitor leaning down into me and giving me a deep, probing kiss. I discovered that he had a tongue stud along with his other body jewelry, and he was searching the tender inner linings of my cheeks with that. He sat down on my thighs, his legs encasing mine. He unbuttoned and spread my shirt open, and I felt the cold metal of his nipple rings as his chest rubbed against mine. His engorged, moist cock was pushing into my belly, and I discovered he had jewelry there too, a heavy Prince Albert cock ring pierced his mushroom cap.

I had never fucked on the wild side before, and a little thrill of a chill went through my body at these new sensations of touch. Tired and half dopey as I was, I took a bulbous butt cheek in each of my hands and pulled the leather stud into me, inviting him to make love to me.

And make love to me he did. He swayed in my lap, rubbing his torso against mine. I heard the unzipping of my pants, and he pushed the rim of my briefs under my balls and docked our cocks together. Neither of our dicks was something to sneeze at, although his was thicker than mine.

Then his knees were up on the arms of the chair and he was rubbing his cock, with the heavily metal ring, against my nipples. He pulled my shirt up and off my back and threw it aside, and then he was slapping his dick on my chest and into my arm pits—and then on my cheeks and forcing it between my lips. His Prince Albert punished my tongue and the roof of my mouth as he forced himself farther into me. He was so big and insistent that I could hardly keep from gagging, but I managed to deep throat him, and he was moaning his approval.

I felt a soft mouth come down over my own cock, a familiar mouth, and I knew that Brian had brought his head in under the leather stud’s butt and had joined the party.

I assumed I would get the leather guy off in this position and Brian would get me off, which was not an unpleasant prospect, but I was wrong in that. The leather guy pulled his hard cock out of my throat, stood up from the chair, and pulled Brian back up on his feet. He had Brian roll a condom on his cock and then the two of them pulled me up from the chair and carried me over to the bed and forced me down on my belly. Brian came at me from above me, pushing his knees and thighs under my chest, and taking my head in his hands and forcing his cock into my mouth.

The leather stud was below me, Cebeci travesti tonguing and kissing my butt and then working his fingers in with some KY. He picked up two pillows and stuffed them under my belly, which lifted my butt at an inviting angle, and then he was pushing that thick cock of his into me. I tried to cry out my pain at the invasion, but Brian held my mouth firmly over his cock. I felt the Prince Albert ring rubbing the walls of my ass canal through the thin sheath all the way inside me. I was panting and trembling when his cock bottomed out inside me. And then he started to ride me hard. Stroking in deep and withdrawing nearly to the rim and then plunging in again and again and again. I grabbed around Brian’s hips with my hands and grasped the brass slats of the headboard and held on for deep life. My head arched up off Brian’s cock and I howled to the ceiling, but Brian just pushed my mouth back down on his cock.

I soon accommodated the leather stud and started to pump my pelvis back into him with the rhythm of his stroking. Brian and the leather stud with both grunting and groaning from the exertion and they came fairly closely together, Brian in spoutings down my throat and the leather dude by pulling out of me, jerking the condom off and spilling out across my back. The leather guy moved his pelvis up the small of my back, rubbing his cock through his spilled semen, and he and Brian kissed deeply.

The leather guy then disappeared from the picture and Brian turned me over and straddled my hips inside his thighs and brought his asshole down onto my cock. He rode my cock bareback in a familiar favorite coupling position of ours until I came deep inside him with a tired little sigh. Leaving me inside him to go tumescent, he then stretched his body down on top of mine and we slept.

I awoke the next morning on my side with my butt nestled into his crotch and his cock slowly stroking in and out of me in a side-split. There was no evidence of the leather stud, and for all I could have proved, that whole scenario was an exhaustion- and frustration-induced dream after I had dragged in from a double shift over at the naval station and fallen asleep in this bed.

Needless to say, I was late to work that morning, but satiated and a good mood for the first time since we had arrived in Key West. My good mood was to blossom, because a dapper-looking Fidel Castro went on Cuban national television that afternoon to claim he’d been out of the country on a secret meeting with the Nicaraguan president for the previous week, and Washington once more called off the Fidel death watch. I was free now to check out Brian’s research of the gay clubs and bars of Key West and to find a nice sandy beach on which to dream of the snow drifts plaguing Washington.

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Jamie – The Journey Begins Ch. 21 – Bon Voyage and Welcome Home…

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We went back inside ’58 Tour Eiffel,’ enjoying some of the best food I’ve ever eaten, plus the view – wow it was just to die for – atop of Paris, looking down on one of the most beautiful cities below. My eyes and senses were in overload – the place, the people the … feeling it gave me…that feeling that life is truly wonderful as it is… Right! No wonder there were so many people professing their undying love for each other in here, both outside on the platforms with the city stretched out in every direction around you, or inside where the old world charm and pure French chic was everywhere. Perfect place for it.

‘Okay, and sorry Mom and Grandma – you’re gonna haunt me for this – but damn, the food is just wonderful, just so damn nice! Maybe my exuberance and tastebuds have been enhanced with the half bottle of red we had – it might have helped, I guess.’

I was sipping on the remainder of my glass, looking at Ben who had this look on his face like he was the cat that swallowed the canary.

“Hey! You okay?” he smiled.

I fibbed, kinda, as my mind was spinning so fast that I thought I was going to reach critical mass and implode, “Yeah, all good. How could I not be?” I reached across the table and touched his hand.

Before I knew it, we’d finished up dinner and were headed back to our apartment. It just seemed to go like a blur. Somewhere in our conversation, I’d said that I didn’t want the dessert from the menu, making Ben blush big time. “Let’s head home. I think I’d like to get me some ‘southerner’ for dessert,” I said in my worst possible southern accent. It worked though.

As beautiful as the Eifel Tower and Paris by night are, I needed to think and process all that had happened. We slipped out to the waiting elevator and down to the promenade below, walking over to the Taxi rank holding hands. It was such a beautiful night out. I kind of regret not walking back home taking more of it in, more quiet time with Ben.

I spent most of the trip back staring out the window of the Taxi Parisien. All I could think about was what I would have said if he’d popped the question. The thought was fully absorbing my mind. Is this normal? I’ve never felt like this before or been so consumed or distracted by something that didn’t happen. Ben was sitting back, oblivious to the madness going on in my head. I could see out the corner of my eye he was smiling and looking out the other window. He held my hand, rolling his thumb over my knuckle. He seemed content with the night, where we were at. I was a mess inside my head, so conflicted. Full of self-doubt. Plus kind of disappointed, in a way, that he’d gone to all this trouble to give me a friendship ring? Was it meant to be something else and he changed his mind? Maybe I’m the one that is head over heel here and not Ben… See! I have not a fucking clue what to think or do!

Was it something that he was even thinking of, or me too even? If I’m honest with myself, if he had asked, you know – popped the question, would I have said “Yes”? Well maybe? I don’t know really.

I guess – with a long engagement to see if it would work because we haven’t known each other all that long, I think? Is Ben someone I could settle down with? I really like him a lot. I guess, if I’m honest… I might even ‘love’ him.’

Trying to understand what I would do, it’s just too hard – so many questions, so many thoughts. Maybe it’s because I so monumentally fucked things up with Sam, my ex-wife too – it can’t be all her fault I have to own some of it. Is it possible that I’m just one of those people that hits the self-destruct button on themselves whenever someone comes along and loves them or wants me to be part of their lives?

I guess the bigger question is – yeah the elephant in the room, or more in my head – have I gotten over losing Sean or Sam? Did I still have unfinished business with my ex, Tracey…?

I can hear dad now, “test-strength in a relationship is how we cope in our day to day lives. After you finish the picking flowers stage with a person, you have to live with them and they with you.” Ben and I, we’ve both got high-pressure all-consuming jobs. That’s gonna be hard for anyone to have a relationship that works, let alone ‘self-destruct-o’ me.

Mom and dad always used their favourite line on us since we were kids old enough to understand it. It seems only their daughters were able to take the advice on board – Mason and me, maybe not so much. Funny part is though, I vowed ‘never to get married again’. I think I could see myself in a long-term relationship with Ben… maybe… arrgh… I’m so confused!

Sirens wailing in the distance pulled me out of my own thoughts. I looked across at my Texan who was quietly looking out the window of the taxi as we drove along the beautiful boulevard passing the Arc de Triomphe.

It’s weird, right – I felt myself falling back into my mind again. But I could easily see us doing this – driving here, there, or going Halkalı travesti through life comfortably into old age. I must be under the love drug or something – my mind is so full of turmoil. The whole thing is making my head hurt.

Subconsciously, I raised my hands and rubbed the centre of my forehead, letting out a little moan in frustration.

“What’s up Jamie? Come on, share?” Ben looked around at me smiling.

“Was just thinking.”

“Oh, I thought those loud noises were from the cobble stone road, not your head.” Ben laughed.

I leaned over, whispering in his ear, “The only banging noises will be what I’ma going to do to you when we get back.” I gently rubbed the tip of my nose against the side of his cheek just near his ear, and murmured “hmmm.”

“You enjoyed it tonight, right?” There was a look of trepidation on his face.

“Of course I did Ben. Wow! Who wouldn’t? Beautiful place, food, you and this…” I lifted my hand a little, rolling my thumb over the ring on my right hand.

“Cool! You just seem a little distracted or upset since, you know. You’re okay with it, right?” Now there was a tinge of fear sweeping across his face.

“Hey, I couldn’t be happier. It’s just been such a great night, so many wonderful things, experiences you know.” I leaded over and kissed his cheek gently. “I’m just not sure that I’m worth it all really.”

“Hey, don’t let anyone say you’re not worth it, okay? I’d give you anything, everything. I think you’re amazing, James Lucas Spence, and you’re mine.” Ben pulled me closer again. His hand slipped up my chest, his fingers coming to rest on the back of my neck. Slowly he pulled me to him, our lips met and we kissed, gently at first. He pulled back a little. “I could do this forever!” Our lips met again, our kiss deepening quickly, thankfully not enough to make the cab driver crash though. We pulled apart. “Thank you, Jamie.”

“What for?”

“For… just being you.”

..o0o..

The thoughts that had consumed me all the way back were dissipating as I looked at the beautiful guy sitting next to me. ‘Okay, just relax, Jamie. In time, you’ll know what to do.’ That moment of rare clarity was broken by the view of his fine butt climbing out of the Taxi if front of me.

Ben managed to make it inside the apartment before I started to strip his clothes off. 63m2 might be small, but trust me, I had him butt naked in the first few steps and pinned against the wall soon thereafter. I began working my mouth all over his body, starting at his very kissable lips and heading south, via his neck and nipples.

It quickly turned into me lifting him up onto me, his legs wrapped around my waist, his ankles locked above my butt, arms over my shoulders and halfway down my back, grabbing hold of me as our mouths smashed together. I could feel the ring on my hand – it was distracting me a little, but I’ll get used to it.

I wanted this, tonight, to be something special. When we made it onto the bed, I flipped us over and looked him straight in the eyes. “Ben, I haven’t done this for a while, but I want you to top me.”

The look in his eyes was that of… love I think, or maybe confusion. I don’t know, but whatever it was, it looked damn sexy.

“Only if you make me yours too.”

..o0o..

Finally, we fell asleep in each other’s arms exhausted as daylight started to break. Neither of us was going to have a comfortable trip home I think – oops. After sneaking a couple of hours sleep, my alarm starred to ring. We only had four hours till Ben’s flight left, with a fifty-minute ride to the airport. My flight wasn’t for three hours after his.

We lay in bed, Ben in the little spoon position, his warm firm body against mine. It seemed that Jamie, Jnr, wanted one last outing before we left. Quietly, slowly, I lubed up my cock and after warming some lube in my hand, -I’m not a cruel guy right – cold lube when you’re about to be woken up is harsh right!- gently I warm lubed Ben up.

Then pressing my hardness against his entrance, I stopped, with my hand slowly snaking it was along his beautiful body it came to rest on his half-awake cock. Slowly I stroked it to life. “God, you’ve got such a good dick,” I said pretty much too myself, but I think it wasn’t in my head, mouth may have been on. He started to fill in my hand quickly. I could feel his heart beat through it – I’m gonna so miss this. Looks like our boys had the same idea.

“Oh god, you’re so good at this, Jamie,” Ben moaned awake.

“Hey sexy, good morning.”

He was fully hard in my hand now. His breath was slow and deep. Gently, I pushed against his entrance.

“Hmm… yes… oh god, yes,” Ben moaned as I slipped into him. Waiting for a second, allowing his body to accept me, I could feel him come alive against me.

“Oh, this is the best way to wake me up,” Ben pushed back on me slowly driving all the way along me till I was fully Levent travesti sheathed in him. There wasn’t as much resistance as usual, but that’s to be expected after what we did last night. ‘I hope this isn’t too uncomfortable for him.’ The feeling of his butt cheeks against my thighs focused my mind on the pleasure at hand. I reached around, grabbing his beautiful hard cock in my hand, rubbing my thumb over his slit, milking some pre-cum out over his head. I continued to milk him till he was all slicked up.

“Oh god Ben, you feel so good,” I moaned as I slowly pulled back and in again, long dicking him with every stroke, pacing myself, keeping a slow steady rhythm that before long had us both at the point of climax.

“Yes Jamie, make me yours, please. Use me… fuck me.” I’d kept stroking his cock with the same rhythm that I was now pounding into him. I could feel his cock starting to swell in my hand, “Oh YES! Fuck! Oh god, YES!!” Ben cried out.

I picked up the pace, knowing he was close and I wasn’t far behind. I changed my angle slightly to let off his prostate for a few strokes – I wanted to keep him at the cusp of cumming for a little longer.

“Oh god, Jamie, let me cum, make me cum please!” I looked up for a moment and noticed a mirror on the wall that I hadn’t seen the night before. I could see us in it. The look on his face was bliss – he was biting his lower lip, his body looked all shiny from the thin layer of sweat – it made him look like a Greek god – I’m sure I saw his eyes roll back in his head almost at some point.

Faster and harder, I was now slamming into him. His body and mind were under my control. My own body was focused on one thing – give him pleasure! I wanted him to remember this for a while. “Oh yes,” I started saying over and over. I moved a little and started to pound his prostate again. It only took a few seconds till I felt that tell-tale swelling of his cock in my hand. His breathing had changed, his head was now pushed backwards against my shoulder, his mouth crying out all manner of curse words as we came together. It was amazing – that moment when we fell off the cliff together, “God damn!!”

I slowed eventually and stopped, still in him, with his still hard cock in my hand. I had him pinned to me, the sweat of our bodies slicked up between us. We lay quietly together in that post sex haze. Our hearts were beating away and our breathing started to slow to normal.

Ben was starting to soften in my hand as I was in him. As I moved a little so I could pull out of him, his hand reached around me, grabbing onto my butt and holding me in place.

“Please Jamie, stay in me for a little longer. I want to remember how your cock fills me up.”

“Okay, I just don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m okay. I’ve gotten used to that meat bat you impale me with now,” Ben smiled.

Leaning down, I starting kissing and nibbling along his neck, tracing a line from his ear to shoulder and back, enjoying our last morning together, well for a few months. I could do this for hours, well days even, but something was starting to soften and we needed to get cleaned up.

“Let’s grab a shower, Ben.”

His hand slipped off my butt. We got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I quickly ripped the sheets off the bed and threw them and the towels we’d placed in the bed at some point in the corner of the room – well, I did pay the additional cleaning cost.

I quickly ducked into the kitchen and grabbed us both a glass of juice each. I need a drink – it was either the sex or booze from last night – maybe a little of both.

“Hey,” I held up the glass walking into the bathroom.

“Oh my god, thanks! I’m so thirsty! Was it the booze or sex, Jamie?”

I laughed. “Had the same thought on the way back from the kitchen. Next, we’ll get all soppy and finish-”

“Each other’s…Sandwiches!”

“Oh god Ben-so Disney. But I’m not Hans, right?”

“Nah, you’re more ‘Kristoff,” he replied, smiling, “and that makes Lucas Sven.”

We both laughed at that. “I’ma gonna call him that when I see him next, Anna.”

“Oh my god, please don’t – he’ll hate me. And that wouldn’t be good, long term. Hey – I’m not a Disney princess!” Ben crossed his arms with a little pout going on.

“Well, the choices are limited. It’s either recycle a princess or Le Fou from Beauty and the Beast -your choice.”

“Well, if you can model yourself on Peter Pan, you know flying around all over the place, getting all the boys to fall in love with you, then…” Ben stopped for a second and a huge grin came over his face, “then I can be Flynn Rider.”

“Really… okay he is as sexy as but a bit of a bad boy.”

“Want me to be a bad boy, hmm?” Ben stepped into the shower.

With the warm water running down his beautiful body, I stepped in behind him, rubbing my hands over his body and taking in every contour, ripple of muscle and bone. My hands dipped Şirinevler travesti lower, rubbing his back and flanks, while I leaned in, starting to soap him all over, kissing his shoulders, gently nipping here and there along to the base of his neck. All my ministrations were influencing him – his head dipped forward resting against the tiles. Quiet moans escaped his mouth. If I wasn’t careful, we’d be at it again.

I couldn’t help myself – reaching around him running my hands down his firm stomach, across his Adonis plate, sliding down further, enjoying the feeling of his body under my fingertips.

Finding his cock almost fully hard, slowly I stroked it. He responded, his cock going hard within moments – that beautiful seven plus inches throbbing away in what seemed to be only a few short strokes.

I could feel the passion taking over me: I wanted him once more. With my other hand, I fumbled around till I found the small bottle of lube on the little shelf, still there from our late-night shower. Damn, that stuff even smelt good! These French know how to … just make things a little better.

Popping it open with one hand, I poured the contents into my palm. I started to lube myself up, my hole a little tender still, reminding me of what happened last night as I coated myself as best as I could. Although I wouldn’t describe myself as a vers-top – I’m more just a top – I wanted him to fuck me once more. “Ben,” I moaned in his ear.

Unable to speak clearly, he mumbled back, “Hmmm?”

“Fuck me, Ben! Please!”

He craned his head around, lifting off the tiles. They’d left little lines on his forehead – it looked so cute – all I needed was a marker pen and I could play naughts and crosses on him. “Wha?” he was clearly confused.

“Please Ben, fuck me.” I let go of his cock and turned him around to face me, kissing him when his face came close to mine. “Please.” With the remainder of the lube that was on my hand I slicked up his cock, dropping the empty container of lube to the floor.

It caught Ben eyes. “Are you sure?”

Nodding, I turned around, reaching down grabbing his cock in my hand to guide him in.

“Okay. Y’all let me know if this hurts, okay?”

I nodded, while sticking my butt out for him. God, I’m cock crazy today. “Oh yeah,” I felt his warmth against my hole. It wasn’t a totally unpleasant feeling, but clearly all the action from last night came back as my butt ached a little – well, a lot really – as he pressed into me. Thankfully, he waited for my body to relax. I so wanted this – I wanted him.

“You okay, Jamie?” Ben’s voice was heavy with lust and concern.

I was unable to speak, just nodding my head. I was trying my best to regulate my breathing so I could relax as his monster pushed into me. Oh god, it felt so good. Ben is a gentle lover to say the least, allowing me time to get used to his size as he pressed deeper into me. I was totally pushed against the shower screen. I spread my feet a little more, opening myself up to him. It worked – he was now hitting my hot button with every stroke, on and on.

“Oh Christ, Ben!! Yeah… right there… naaah, like that.” I was rambling on, losing control of my body, overwhelmed with the waves of pleasure coursing through me with every stroke, and bam – once he found it, he kept on it with every stroke. I couldn’t help myself babbling away as Ben joined me in what was becoming a loud, almost porno-like session.

Ben was picking up the pace. His strokes now became faster and a little more erratic. His grip on my hips firmed, with one hand. The other was sliding up to my chest where he pulled me back towards him. I was arched like I’d done to guys before. God, it feels as good from the business end too!

I wasn’t sure it wasn’t going to leave marks – the death grip on my hip. His hand pushed me back against him, my head occasionally hitting the shower. I remember after one night in Austin, I was kissing him awake when I saw the reddening marks on his hips from my grip earlier, plus a few love bites on his chest and neck. He was totally okay with it – I was the one who was shocked. I get it now though – you know it’s gonna hurt or leave a mark, but it’s almost like a subtle private reminder of what you’re doing days later.

He wasn’t far from cumming, I felt his cock twitching inside me as he cried, “Oh fuck, Jamie, I’ma, I’ma cumming-fuck!!” With that, I felt him firing away deep inside me. I’m sure my vision went for a few seconds or my hearing. It was like I had ringing in my ears – I think he’d just fucked me senseless.

My body felt all weak, almost floppy. I was breathing like I’d just ran a marathon. We stood there, locked together for a few moments, coming down off our high, our breathing slowing. My head hung forward whilst I tried to get my breath back. Ben slowly pulled out of me as I looked down at my own cock and noticed that there was some cum dribbling out. I’d cum too and didn’t even know it – wow!

“Ben, look at what you did to me!” I smirked as I slowly pulled away and turned to face him. He had a look of concern that he’d hurt me, obviously he or I misread my comment. “No, my cock!” His eyes looked down. “That was so good I didn’t even know I’d cum!”

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Jogging Quickie

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Okay, so here is my setup.

I’m a good-looking, 25-year-old guy, who got married a couple of years before the quarantine began. I’ve been told I have sort of a Nick Robinson kind of look, the younger actor.

My wife is great, but we see each other every fucking day. 24/7. And soon to be 365. We had both been working from home during the quarantine, but I’ve just had my hours cut down to three days a week, which leaves me with even MORE time to twiddle my thumbs in perpetuity.

We’ve had about all the kinds of sex during our lockdown that she’s comfortable with, and honestly, I’ve gotten insanely bored lately. Like…bored all the damn time. And horny. Horny and bored–the worst combination. I feel like I’ve gone through every single Pornhub category lately just out of sheer boredom-induced curiosity. Categories I would’ve NEVER watched in a non-pandemic world. I even wandered over into some bisexual content the other night. It wasn’t half-bad. I found myself strangely looking at cocks more often when I would watch porn. I needed the cock to look nice for some reason. Not just the girl. That was peculiar. Fucking COVID thoughts. I swear. Ridiculous.

I started going on these long runs through my neighborhood to let off steam during the day. I can’t always jack off easily due to the size of our condo and bathroom, so a lot of times I end up stuffing my constantly half-hard dick into my tight jogging shorts and heading out into the chilly fall weather to spring around the changing tree colors and smell the many fireplaces.

Our neighborhood is full of old Craftsman style homes in a suburb just on the edge of Seattle. There are a lot of well-off people that live out here. Tesla’s and Audi’s and wraparound porches and in-ground jacuzzi’s, and so many other things told the biotech-bubble tale. There were a lot of movers and shakers living in this area that was for sure. I would often try to imagine what type of sex they were all having.

There is this one house that I always slow down by to admire a mile into my run. Faded red brick bleeding into a sort’ve modern black-and-gray facade. It somehow manages to look like a rustic and modern house all at once. The gray paint is smartly lined with black outlines and the chimney re-emerges with the stark red brick. The backyard has a basketball court, a jacuzzi on a raised deck, and even a pool. It’s really quite something.

Today when I run by it, I pause a moment longer than usual and a taller man steps out of the garage of the house, which I hadn’t yet realized was open.

“Hey there,” he says, seeing me admiring his house. “Pretty amazing place isn’t it?”

“Oh, hi! I’m sorry, didn’t mean to seem weird, I always obsess over this house.” I quickly say, feeling bad for having been caught. I’m very stoned, I should make that clear.

“Oh, please, it’s really no big deal. People stop and stare all the time while they’re on walks or jogs or whatever. That’s kind of the nature of living in this neighborhood…lots of house-watching.” He is immediately so nice and easy to talk to.

“Oh…gotcha. Well, yeah, it’s an amazing house. Is it yours?” I ask, almost forgetting how to do small talk in that moment. There is an immediate presence to this man that is inescapable. He is 6’3 and looks like a slightly older version of the lawyer from that show JAG–all square jawed and perfectly-coifed hair, though tinted by a recently spilt salt and pepper shaker hue. He’s also built. The kind of muscles I could probably develop if I paid more attention to weights and less to cardio. I certainly have the time. All that bored time. Sigh.

“It is, well…mine and my wife’s. We bought it a couple years ago and have been adding some design features we really love every few months,” He was wearing a pair of old gym shorts and a tank top and some expensive slippers, and that about was it. He’d been tinkering on something in the garage.

“That’s great. I really love it.” I don’t know why I hadn’t kept jogging, there was just something so magnetically interesting about this older, fit man that I found myself all of sudden talking to.

“Would you wanna see what the inside looks like? It’s really incredible,” he offered, and it seemed innocent enough. And why not? I had nothing else but time these days.

I probably should’ve been a little suspicious of his motives…but my brain had started to turn off from quarantine and I would get very stoned right before I went on my runs, because I found that I ran harder and I sweat more. I reached that endorphin fix I was looking for to coddle my unrequited desires of constant horniness.

“Sure! Why not,” I finally decided. I honestly would’ve done anything for a good distraction or change in my routine at that point.

“I’m Roland by the way,” he extended his large-fingered hand and we shook. He was warm to the touch. He was bigger than me. More towering than me. I looked up at him when I spoke.

“I’m Preston,” I responded, and I smiled at him. I felt funny.

“Great to meet you Preston, Şişli travesti come on in.”

We passed some sort of black fabric with hooks, that was draped over a Craftsman work bench, and on through a door which led into the sprawling house. I passed his vintage sports car on the way which was also being worked on, and then was immediately swept up in the soft wood and earthen tones of the interior design. I felt like I had walked into a Restoration Hardware-meets-hunting lodge wet dream. Everything felt like it was fresh off an episode of some mind-soothing, Flip-This-House show.

He gave me the grand tour of the downstairs area, which included his weight room and sauna. His sauna was a four person sauna. Not too big, but still, how fucking cool to have a sauna in your house? He showed me the backyard, with the impressive swimming pool and spa and basketball court. He showed me the well-stocked kitchen with impressive fridge and island and bar stool area. That bled into an amazing lowered living room area with a large wraparound couch and trunk table and chairs and a huge 90 inch TV well placed in between two large floor to ceiling book cases. Jeez, what a great spot for TV or, honestly sex.

“Is your wife home?” I asked, as he showed off a bar he was very proud of in an adjoining wing with tons of incredible aged Scotch’s and rare Tequilas.

“No, she works until 6 on weekdays and her office is still going into work. I mostly have my days to myself and my work is stocks so I make my own hours. What about you? Do you live with a wife or a girlfriend?” He asked, as we continued on down a hall. I didn’t know why I was even in here but the house was incredible and he was such an alluring tour guide. He was clearly very proud of his home and things–I guessed he was probably in his early forties, but he looked incredible for his age. There was a small amount of sweat on his body from when he’d been working. I could smell him I thought. It was very present.

“I do…a wife. We have a condo together about a mile away…we both work from home currently.” I said, and my voice drifted off as I said it, and he could sense my restlessness. I was also quite stoned, and always got more honest when I was stoned. Also I’d been running very hard right before I stopped at his house, so my blood was still pumping. It was pumping harder now, even.

“Oh, yeah…that’s sounds cramped,” he said, and his hands filled the large pockets of his gym shorts. His legs were very toned and had a pretty normal amount of hair. Why was I checking out his legs, though?

“Yeah…ha…it can be,” I agreed. I wondered if he’d noticed where my eyes were. They darted away awkwardly.

“Do you want to see the upstairs, it’s just as impressive.” he asked now, and I still hadn’t caught on to where this was going. Indica will knock you out.

“Uhh, yeah, totally.” I readily agreed to the idea. I did want to see it.

He led me up the hanging woooden stairs that curved once, and I watched the way his muscular calves moved on the stairs in front of me. I’d never done anything with a guy before but if I was ever going to dip my toes into that pool he’s probably the type of manly man I’d go for. Why was I even thinking about that?

He showed me their guest bedrooms and then opened up two doors to a master bedroom that was more impressive than any I’d ever seen. It led out onto a huge balcony that overlooked the amazing backyard which was also connected to a bathroom that similarly had a door leading out to said balcony; with a huge, jetted tub and rain shower and every possible feature imaginable.

He watched me checking out the sheer size of the room, and admiring the king-sized bed which was centered in the space. Brown and olive and burgundy bedding luxuriated before me. Martha Stewart-post jail term had been here.

“What a fucking setup!” I said, almost in jealous shock of the place.

I found myself standing at the very foot of the bed, taking in its size.

“Isn’t it incredible?” He said, and I noticed he was standing closer behind me now, though not necessarily touching me.

I gulped breathlessly all of a sudden. I think I realized at that exact moment that he was into me…and that this wasn’t in any way just an innocent sort of interaction.

I suddenly felt my entire body shake nervously…I’d never done anything with a guy, and had never had any intention of it.

“Shhh. It’s okay.” He said, and I felt him step up behind me and press himself against me. My legs pushed against his bed.

I was having trouble breathing I was so nervous. My cock was throbbing hard in my tight running shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear because they were built in to the track shorts.

His musky scent invaded my nose. He smelled like pine or…I dunno…some sort of flavored cigar.

I could feel his hard-on through his shorts as he pressed against my ass. His hands came up around my torso to hold my chest gently.

I breathed scared breaths out in front of me, Taksim travesti like I was naked in an ice cave. My heart pinballed around inside my chest and the Butterfly Effect began in my stomach in earnest (the fucked up movie).

“Ummm…” I began to protest. Here was my one chance. “I don’t think I wan…” I began to pull away, but then his soft lifts were on my neck.

He was kissing me.

Fuck.

He was kissing my neck.

And I likd it.

His muscled arms and chest felt strong against me. His cock felt big against me.

“Mmmm…” I moaned softly in the quiet room. I could hear a bird squawking and car driving by outside.

I could hear a million things all at once.

I was moaning for him. I was grinding against him.

He brought a hand down to my waist and began to stroke the top of my ass.

I liked that.

He kissed my chin and my ear. He kissed my cheek. He pulled my mouth to his and kissed him. He shoved his tongue into my mouth and I moaned from that. He forced me to french kiss him and I really, really moaned from that.

Then he was pulling my shorts off with his hand and he was pulling his shorts off right after.

He pressed his freed cock against me. He was big. I didn’t know how big but I knew he was big. Bigger than me, and I didn’t get complaints.

I was so nervous and turned on and excited.

He pushed me down suddenly so I was laying with my chest on the bed. My ass was exposed to him.

He went to grab something from his dresser and was quickly back behind me. I scrunched my arms in and bit my lip with an insane sort of crazy horniness I couldn’t seem to slow down. I arched my ass back. A cold liquid poured down my crack and covered my virgin opening.

I had never wanted anything up my ass. But he was doing something naughty to me. He was bending me over right away. I was doing something stupidly fucking dirty and I wasn’t even being given the time to overthink it or decide.

I was bent over on a king-sized luxury bed in the house of a sexy older man, and he was about to shove his…

“UNNNFFFFFFFFFFFFF!”

The thick helmet crested my tight anus and my sphincter tore a little to allow him inside of me. If ever there was a cherry to be taken, he had taken it.

I immediately screamed a little. It was a sexy scream though. I couldn’t believe how sexy the noise sounded. I wanted him out. It hurt badly. I thought I was gonna maybe cry for a second it hurt so much.

“Shhhh…just trust me…you need to wait a second. I’ll make this very good for you.” He said, in his smooth baritone.

I did wait. I winced. I winced some more.

I wanted to stop, but also.

I had a cock in my ass.

Whoa.

I never would’ve imagined.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I was, no matter the pain, SO. FUCKING. HARD.

And soon, I didn’t want to scream any more. More lube spilled into my ass, and his shaft began to slowly push into me.

I moaned for him.

I looked back at him and I moaned for him.

“Yeah. That’s a good boy.” He finally said.

And I realized that was exactly what this was. And why it was so hot to me.

I immediately understood that I wanted some kind of instruction or…I dunno…some guidance during this fuckshow of a year.

I spread my ass cheeks for him.

His four inches inside of me soon became five. And then six and seven.

I was moaning and feeling my ass open for the first time.

It hurt, and it also felt really fucking good.

“You like that cock, Preston?” I almost laughed because I didn’t know if he was saying my name…or if I liked it pressed in.

“Yes,” was the answer to both.

And then the eighth inch finished off my virginity.

He fucked me for the next five minutes. It was slow and sexy and I was so tight around his shaft that he already loved everything about my ass.

“I’m gonna cum in your ass, Preston.” He said firmly to me, and I rocked myself back for him and moaned at how much I wanted him to.

“Cum for me…fuck…cum for me…” I moaned, not even believing they were my words.

“I’m going to cum for you, I’m gonna breed this naughty ass,” he said.

And my brain couldn’t grasp what it was like to hear those words.

He fucked me a little harder and soon his cock was exploding inside my ass as he pounded me into the bedsheets and i gripped hard to the bedspread.

I was practically crying from how good he felt against my prostate.

After he’d cum he flipped me over with his cock still inside me and began to jack me off.

I lasted only thirty seconds as he rocked himself into me and touched me just right.

I jizzed all over myself and it flew as far as my chin. I couldn’t believe how fucking good it felt.

It was all over with ten minutes of having started.

I had just had sex with a man for the first time in my life.

“I, uhhh…I gotta get going,” I said…suddenly very Gümüşsuyu travesti embarrassed and not really at all as horny as I had previously been.

“Of course,” he said, seeming to understand.

I didn’t even stop to use the bathroom. I said goodbye to him at his front door.

“Ummm, thanks for showing me the house,” I joked awkwardly, not sure how I was feeling.

“Preston…” he started matter-of-factly, “if you ever want to stop by during the day, I’ll take care of you.” I gulped and looked nervously at my feet as he spoke, “I’ll fuck your ass, and I’ll teach you how to suck cock. And I’ll make you my slutty little boy. And that’s the dynamic we can have, and you can stop or leave whenever you want. Okay?” There was such an easy confidence to everything he said.

“Ummm…yeah, I don’t know. I’ll think about it,” I said.

“Totally…no worries either way. Maybe it was just a one time thing. Maybe you’ll totally forget about me,” he said, and we locked eyes one last time. He was just barely smiling.

We shook hands and I headed off to go on my run.

My body was so wildly confused that I simply ran as hard as I could. I ran for three more miles, completing a loop that would bring me back home.

My wife was still completing some work calls. It would be another hour before she came out of the bedroom where she buried beneath her laptop.

I quickly grabbed a water bottle and went to the bathroom. I didn’t turn the light on…I just used the late-afternoon light that streamed through the window.

I squatted over the toilet and was amazed to feel how much squishy juice dumped from my very opened ass. I was sore already.

I took a while on the toilet and cleaned myself out the best I could. He had cum so much inside me and I couldn’t tell if I thought that was gross.

Then I turned on a very hot shower and stepped in. I just stood there for a while, in the silent acoustics of the bathroom, letting the water hit my back and run down my ass.

I had just been fucked.

Fuck. It felt so damn weird.

And yet…

I began to soap up my body and there was a strangely good feeling that was still running over my body. It was confusing and new.

My wife and I had our typical night together that night and she fell asleep earlier than me, as we finished off another season of Shameless and she announced having work early and giving me a kiss before prodding off. I felt a little guilty. I’d never cheated until today.

I was in our living room browsing trash TV, and I absentmindedly found my mind replaying the scene from earlier, over and over again.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

I was getting hard thinking of it.

I took my cock out of my sweats, and closed my eyes.

I thought about how he bent me over.

I touched myself softly. Slowly. I took my time.

I thought about how it felt. I thought about how nervous and excited he made me. His presence. His feel. His cock.

I thought about his cock a lot.

And soon I was cumming all over myself. The memory was like instant sexual fantasy lava.

I couldn’t believe how hard I was cumming again, all from fantasizing about Roland’s huge dick.

And the way it slid inside me. The way he held me to him. The way he opened me up. I thought about his cock fucking me in slow motion as I came.

I even moaned lightly to myself. It turned me on to hear myself moaning. It was dangerous. It was unexpected.

Fuck.

I went to bed after cleaning myself up with a paper towel.

And then, for that next week…I tried to stop thinking about it. I tried to convince myself that it was a one time thing, and I definitely didn’t need to dip my toe further into that very bad behavior.

I went on three runs, each time choosing a slightly different route.

But then my wife was going away to see her Mom for an upcoming weekend. She was apart of her very small quaranteam.

And it was the middle of that Friday that I decided to get very stoned, knowing I had the house to myself for the next two days.

I eyed my runners peaking out at me from our coat room that stood by our front door.

I took another long hit off of my weed pen and quickly got some running shorts and a shirt and a sweater, because it was a little chilly outside now, and I started my run.

I was nervous as hell.

I wondered which route I would take when I neared a mile. Would I head downtown…or towards the fancier houses?

My feet didn’t even give me a choice. After about 8 very fast minutes of running, I pulled up in front of the midday shine of the sprawling property.

His garage was closed this time and I was almost disappointed, but after standing for about thirty seconds wondering if should do something, I laughed at myself, and I began to run away.

“PRESTON!” I heard a deep voice call for me. I was about 20 yards away from the house. He had just seen me from his window.

I stopped and ran slowly back. I was so nervous.

“Hey…” I said with silly smile, approaching, not sure what to say. I was very stoned again. I’d taken a bigger hit than usual.

“It’s great to see you! Would you like to come inside?” He asked so simply. No fucking around.

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Jeurridam Ch. 09: Primm Road

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This story may contain graphic and dark material that some readers may not agree with. If you are squeamish, please press the back button and dodge this story…

The direction I went with this chapter is very, very different from any other chapter I’ve written so far. I never went with such a subtle approach before and I kinda like it.

As always, tell me what you think with a comment.

*****

HEAVEN:

We stared on as the boy leaned up from the bed. He didn’t seem to be in pain which was remarkable to say the least. He had been shot repeatedly, and lost a lot of blood. His eyes fell upon the computer seeing a cable running from it. The cable connected to the back of his head, the having to touch it to believe it.

“No… NO!!” He cried, “Beth get this thing OUT OF ME!!”

As he screamed, Big Daddy came rushing into the hospital, everyone fleeing his path. The Leer was standing at alert too! Last but not least, Orb nimbly flew into the hospital. It hovered above Zanir, sensing he was awoke as well. It was just insane how these mechs swarmed in here! It was clear that these were not merely mindless machines.

Beth rushed over to the boy as he struggled.

“Quit that!” She said. Big Daddy whirred wildly, pointing at the computer, “What?”

“Beth get this thing out of me…” Zanir begged, obviously quite distressed.

“Zanir, what’s wrong?” Beth asked, unsure what was bothering him. She looked at Big Daddy which gestured to pull the cord from Zanir’s head.

“Just get it out…” Zanir said, crying heavily. Beth began yanking on the chord. Zanir screamed out in utter agony, the prong not detaching. Beth realized something was wrong with the prong.

“It’s stuck!” Beth said, letting it go.

“I know… I know. You’re going to have to hold me down to get this thing out.” He said. Beth looked at us all.

“Guys?” She said.

Just as we were about to come to assist, Big Daddy put an arm in front of us, whirring out. We stopped, unsure what the giant sentinel was trying to get us to do. He gestures for us to all yank the cord out of Zanir’s head. The sentinel placed a hand on Zanir’s back and another on his head. Big Daddy nodded, whirring us the go ahead.

“Come one guys.” Beth said. We all began to yank on the chord. Zanir squirmed, squealing loudly under the pain. Even Big Daddy struggled to keep the cybernetic boy down. This thing was barely budging.

Finally the, prong released with an audible pop. We all fell to the ground under our own tugging. Zanir lay in the bed crying. The pain must had been quite intense! Zanir didn’t even cry when Rion shot him to bits. The boy eventually calmed down, his breathing slowed down to normal. He sat up, staring at the floor. There was so much on his mind.

“You okay?” Beth asked.

“Yeah, the brain implant in my head has a faulty port so the prong often gets stuck.” He said back.

“No, I mean are you…”

“I’M NOT TALKING ABOUT THAT!!” He shouted quick to shoot down the discussion. He clenched his head, still haunted by the thoughts.

“I wasn’t talking about that,” Beth said, surprised by his wrath, “I mean your vitals… How do you feel? Your cybecytes have take another step and began fusing with your organs. You’re becoming more… and more… machine…”

“I already know. I was hooked up to that damn prong afterall. I was aware of every…single thing that happened after I went offline.” Zanir responded.

Big Daddy whirred, pointing at the food.

“Yeah, I know dad.” Zanir sighed, clenching his head. He got out of the hospital bed without a limp or a anything. This was just insane! Not even forty eight hours ago, he had bled half to death from gunshot wounds, had several fractured bones and we weren’t even certain he was going to make it. Not only was he alright but there was no trace of damage.

“You need to take it easy.” Beth advised, rushing to assist him. He extended out his hand, pausing her in her tracks.

“I got this…” He said. Big Daddy whirred angrily, slamming a fist to the tarmac floor. The entire building shook with the force.

“Damn, who unleashed the beast. Alright, I’ll chill.” Zanir said, sitting back on the bed. We all looked on lost.

“Okay, is this something new? You’ve never been able to understand Big Daddy without a connection…” June asked.

“There’s a connection, just wireless now. That’s what Galveston and I was last working on before that psycho put a permanent dent in him.” Zanir sighed, shaking his head.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Basil asked, rushing into the terminal, “ZANIR!!”

“Wussup?” Zanir asked, looking as blank as ever.

“You…you..you’re woke? You got shot up and shot up bad… you’re…”

“Look, Basil. I’m not like a regular person. I heal really fast, so spare me the confusion…” Zanir said, short of patience.

“So how well are you?” Basil asked.

“Rare and to go…” Zanir shrugged. Big Daddy looked at Basil shaking his head, refuting the claim.

“GET OUT! You’re too big to be in here!!” Basil said, Cihangir travesti pointing to the door, “All you mechs get out!!”

They did so, Big Daddy bucking at Basil, as if to square off with the boy. The Leer brushed against him, almost knocking the boy over. These machines had a sense of humor, it seemed.

“Zanir your family is rude…” Basil sighed.

“They’re just trying to be supportive, I guess.” Zanir smiled. Despite his pure sentiments, it was quite a weak smile. They boy still had some serious thoughts lurking around his mind. We all did.

“Is it too soon to ask your for help?” Basil asked. It warranted a reaction from June that only could be described as sheer disgust. Hell, I wasn’t too happy Basil didn’t give the boy the first chance to breathe. He literally woke up a handful of minutes ago out of death defying coma!

“No… What do you need?” Zanir asked, looking not very enthused. However we all knew he felt indifferent. Basil sighed, obviously a lot needing to be done.

“Where… to… start…?” Basil shrugged.

“Maybe with the circuitry in the tunnels?” Zanir suggested.

“That’d be a good start.” Basil laughed, “Come along…”

We all walked forth, heading out of the hospital. Basil began to lead us on an unexpected tour of the base.

“There are over five dozen above ground hangars here. Some are still under renovations but others have been completed. We’re working on building a massive network of greenhouses to be completely self sustaining. We’ve been bringing in fertile soil from the Colorado river basin as well as planting crops…” Basil said.

“You my friend need someone to steal some trees for you… Waiting for them to grow will not serve you well at all, I’m afraid.” Ezekiel said, warranting an intense glance from Zanir.

“How do you suppose we get trees in the desert?” Basil asked.

“There’s a nursery in Phoenix. We saw it on our last run. We’re can pirate a few fruiting saplings.” June suggested. Ezekiel gave him a blazing glare before falling silent. June could feel the static emanating from Ezekiel but said nothing. He didn’t want to engage in an exchange of hostilities with him.

“Hey, I’m not above stealing from others to get what I need for my people…” Basil shrugged, “But we’re also trying to turn some hangars into power depots but we keep running into issues with wiring.”

“I can help with that. I have a special project I’ve been working on and I think this place has just what I need to benefit us both.” Zanir said. June and Beth looked at each other, sharing a few giggles.

“Told you.” June smiled.

“What?” Zanir asked.

“Nothing.” June responded with a quick head shake.

“And lastly, we have a few hangars with a whole heap of useless junk. After cleaning out many of them, we placed the junk piles in a select few hangars.” Basil explained.

“Junk? I love Junk! I know what I’ll be doing for the next few weeks then.” Zanir said.

“I don’t even know why I’m showing you all… You basically infiltrated this facility already…” Basil chuckled.

“Well you stole our booze.” June said, surprising everyone that he still was holding on to that.

“Since our last run in, I’ve been having a change in operation… Haven’t been blockading the Corridor any more. My goal is to get this place to be self sustaining and to build a wall around it but that’s a long way off. Between that and now, we’re utterly defenseless with no niche. My vision is starting to crumble.” Basil sighed.

“How fucking old are you?” Zanir asked.

“Nineteen… Why?” Basil responded.

“You look like a pre-teen.” Zanir noted.

“And you’re one to speak?” Basil fired back, warranting a smile from Zanir.

“I can turn this place into the most advanced place in the Mojave… Hell, apart from the Hoover Dam, this place already is.” Zanir shrugged.

“Need I remind you about your long term goal… getting to Labrador?” Beth asked.

“I still have loose ends to tie up and I don’t feel prepared to make the journey yet. I still have to fix the turrets in The City of Rust which will be an undertaking. That means I’ll have to find a way to synthesize cytotrolic acid which is fundamentally impossible right now and I have to transport enough of the acid back to Jeurridam… Not to mention, I need to fix the manticore mech. It’d be an important ally.” Zanir said.

“Damn, seems you were so close to leaving… Now you’re stuck here again.” Beth sighed.

“I know.” Zanir responded with a head shake, “I gotta do what I gotta do…” The faintest smile came across Zeek’s face. Of course this love sick fool would be happy Zanir would stay a little bit longer.

“Where the hell are my gravity blades?” Zanir asked.

“Back of the buggy. They are a lot lighter than they look!” Beth answered.

“They’re made out of an alien metal.” Zanir responded.

“Alien metal?” Basil asked, “We have tons of alien scrap here, or so we think…”

“Really?” Zanir asked, “This place just keeps getting better and better…” Fındıkzade travesti

“So do all of you plan on staying? I need to know so I can arrange accommodations. We have more than enough space.” Basil offered.

“Well, I don’t know about you guys but I’d love to stay.” I laughed.

“Sorry but I got work Monday…” Ezekiel said, warranting a bewildered look from Zanir. However, the boy didn’t comment.

“So do you, Heaven.” Julio said with a head nod. It had me so confused.

“What? I’m not working with Darren anymore…” I said back quickly.

“EEEEEEW You worked with Darren?” Ezekiel asked almost drawn to laughter.

“Yeah… Seems we all know him.” I sighed.

“Oh my God,” Ezekiel said, bursting out into laughter, “YOU’RE THE UPTIGHT DUDE HE SAID… BUAHAHAHAHAH OH MY GOD…” All I could do was roll my eyes.

“Let’s refrain from even discussing…” I said back.

“I don’t mind staying here, either.” Beth said, looking at the expanse of buildings.

“Well how am I going to get to work?” Ezekiel asked.

“It’s not even wise for you to get to work with Da Lagon lurking like they are. We all need to lay low for better reasons rather than worse…” Zanir advised, surprising us all. Zeek was left staring at Zanir in shock before having to compose himself.

“I don’t know. I think it’s worth the risk… Someone needs to wipe Da Lagon off the face of the Earth anyways… It’d be a cute little spec erased from these lands.” Ezekiel responded.

“I wholeheartedly agree. I can wipe their entire force out in five minutes flat…” Zanir said, looking as stone cold as ever. It made Ezekiel glow to hear Zanir speak so grimmly.

“Hell no… Not only is it stupid because you’re not well enough face off with an entire bandito faction, it wouldn’t be wise to bring attention to you or the mechs in a place that hates mechs! We don’t know who’s a rat or not out there in Jeurridam… Everyone looks the damn same!” Beth said, the only rational sounding one.

“You think I’ll use my mechs to take out Da Lagon?” Zanir asked smiling.

You think you’re gonna take out Da Lagon while I’m still alive and kicking?” Beth fired back defiantly, her arms wrapped tightly around her chest, “Besides… Alistair is already promised to do so. Oh yeah, Alistair wants to speak with you, Zanir.” “Why?” Zanir asked, completely terrified.

“Just go see him.” Beth sighed.

“No… I can’t.” Zanir said, shaking his head, “I will not be able to look at him… I’m pretty sure he was one reason I didn’t come out of my coma sooner. I can’t look at him…”

“Zanir, it’s not like that. He understands wholeheartedly what happened and is not upset with you. He wants Da Lagon on a silver platter over the spilled blood!” Beth responded.

“And he’s not the only one… I want every Da Lagon roamer, every Da Lagon lord on the slaughter! I want it to be at my hands… Beth, if you knew half the shit they put me through, you’d see why I needed this! I was their pawn! I did their dirty work! I made them rise to power because of what they did to me and I want to take it all away… You don’t know how bad I want this!” Zeek said through the grit of his teeth. It left Zanir shocked, completely and utterly floored. Zeek sounded like he was finally thinking right, like he’d come to his senses about Da Lagon. It was surreal to see because not long ago, Zeek was in much worse shape. Hell, it was a shock to us all.

“After the last blood bath, I’m done with missions for a while. I just want to nap around for a few days.” I said, holding both hands up in surrender to the idea. Basil smiled at me.

“I can arrange that… I can make sure you’re very well taken care of.” Basil said. His eyes held something a bit more than just a pure intent. My gut was telling me he was up to something but I didn’t know what.

“That sounds wonderful, actually.” I responded.

“How do you get water out here?” Zanir asked.

“One of my wiser subjects flooded a tunnel that runs all the way from here to Lake Mead. We just filter the water with some charcoal pumps. We’re never in short supply.” Basil answered. Zanir was further impressed with this place.

“How’d you manage to do that?” Zanir asked.

“We used the lowest tunnel to channel water across the desert. The upper tunnels are sealed away and dry. You’d have to ask him yourself though. I’m terrible with the sciences.” Basil said with a head shake.

“Me too. I don’t get how Zanir manages it all…” I added. Basil smiled at me, as we continued to head into the main facility. Maybe he was flirting? I don’t know…

“You’re bunch are lucky to have him on my team. I hope he plays well with others… My subjects would be eager to learn from a mind like his.” Basil continued.

“You’re kind of like the Little Prince of the Mojave, aren’t you?” I asked. He looked at me appalled by the title.

“Noooooooo… I wouldn’t like to view it that way.” He said shaking his head.

“Well you kind of are…” Zanir said, only to prod.

“I only am the Fulya travesti representative of these people! As a whole, we come together to form decisions… I don’t do it all by myself. It’s all a massive team effort and we vote.” He responded.

“Awe… Democracy. Fair but inefficient…” June shrugged, warranting a disapproving look from Basil.

“We have a committee… For the next six months, I’m nominated head of the committee and my plans, with the approval of others, will come to fruition. We try to keep the committee like minded but varied enough to see kinks and flaws in a regiment.” Basil responded, “It has been in talks to keep me the head since my plans seem to be the only ones capable of getting off the ground…”

“Nice to meet someone that doesn’t have shit for luck…” Zeek said, extending out his hand. Basil looked surprised, eager to shake it.

“So if you all stay, I apologize, I’m going to have to put you all to work. There is plenty to do around here.” Basil smiled.

“Nope, not a fan. I’ll move back to Henderson…” Zeek responded.

“I have work of my own, a cartel to run.” June said.

“Hell, I’ll quit my job for this place.” I said, warranting a warm grin from Basil. Yep, this was definitely flirting!

“Nope… Monday, when we make the package drop to Tijuana, you’re coming!” Julio said.

“Tijuana? You’re taking my brother all the way to Baja?” Beth asked. Zeek turned to June, looking at him intently.

“You got my brother running cartels, now?” Zeek asked, not sounding pleased.

“It’s up to him.” June shrugged, not wanting this to turn into some type of confrontation.

“It’s better than being cooped up in a shack and coming home, smelling like taco meat…” Zeek laughed, poking fun at me. It left June quite disturbed, unsure how to process Zeek’s hard outward facade.

“How far is Tijuana?” I asked.

“About two hundred fifty, three hundred miles on a good day.” Julio said, seemingly prodding for my reaction.

“And all of this on this upcoming Monday?” I asked, this being just so much.

“Yep.” He said.

“Hell no… I’m not doing that.” I responded. Julio came closer, smiling in some sickening way.

“Do you know how much desert transports make simply for carrying shit across the desert?” He asked.

“It’s also incredibly dangerous!” I responded.

“Which is exactly why we need you. The more gunners we have, the safer we’ll be.” I said back.

“Tijuana isn’t exactly a sanctum… Maybe a less dangerous mission for my brother rather than anything else?” Beth asked.

“No, let Heaven have some fun! He needs the work experience…” Zeek insisted. Beth looked at him threateningly, causing the boy to laugh.

“I’ve had my fun for the rest of the year! I just want to sit down for a bit before getting back into it.” I responded.

“You sat yesterday… And you’re sitting today… Tomorrow, we get back on that Mojave grind…” Julio said.

“I don’t want to do it!!” I pouted.

“Hey, you’ll be back…” Basil said, sounding reassuring.

“Eh, I guess I’ll do it. But don’t expect me to be all chipper and dandy about it. I’m fucking acting like Zeek but on ten…” I said.

“Acting like me? Dafuq you mean acting like me? I act a certain kind of way?” Zeek asked laughing.

“Yeah, mean as hell… detached, completely anti-social and slightly murderous…” I teased.

“Hey, my best friend was just killed by that Da Lagon scum… I’m still coping…” He responded.

“So did mine…” I said, challengingly. It warranted a strange reaction from, Julio. He rolled his eyes as though he weren’t pleased at my sentiments over Swish.

Beth stared at the boy, quite unimpressed with him. Something was going on and I had the slightest clue about it. I shrugged it off like I did most things before Basil stepped forth, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“If the cartels don’t work out for you, I may have the perfect job…” He smiled. It was so uncomfortable… I smelled like a walking armpit, having worked out early this morning and he, by contrast, smelled like a pool of the most divine aromas.

Not to mention how gorgeous he was. He stood about six foot one, and was quite slim in stature. He had typical mojave features, with the dark olive skin, curly, almost kinky hair, and caucasoid facial features. The only difference here was that he had honey colored eyes and a similar hair color. Still though, he looked much younger than nineteen and had this joyousness about him that I desperately needed right about now.

“I would ask what this job would be but I can’t help but not train my focus smelling like this.” I said, truly embarrassed. He looked at me, sorely indifferent.

“So what?” He asked, “We all smell bad when we don’t bathe, don’t we?”

This guys was just mesmerizing. He oozed nothing but charisma and had such a powerful mind. He seemed to be attracted to me as well. Still though, I didn’t want to read too much into it. I’d have to see how things unfold between us and let them do so naturally. It’d be foolish to have some type of expectation for this after growing so close to Swish within a matter of hours. But still though, his death was a blow but nothing like it would have been if he and I were in love. No, it was just mutual attraction and exploration of our feelings.

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I Thought I was Straight

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Summary: A straight white football player submits to big black roommate.

NOTE 1: This is a Nude Day 2012 contest story so please enjoy and vote. Also, the story is based on ongoing nudity that slowly weakens the straight roommate’s resolve and not actually Nude Day itself.

NOTE 2: Thanks to Estragon for copy-editing and catching a couple plot flaws in the original draft and LaRascasse for plot suggestions.

PROLOGUE: I THOUGHT I WAS STRAIGHT

No seriously, I really did. I spent my whole life prior to college never once considering another guy. Oh sure I noticed how big a guy was or conversely how small, but that was it. I pursued and scored a few women in high school and well, while I’m not a lady killer by any stretch of the imagination, I did ok. But then came college, and then it all changed.

FOOTBALL CAMP

Bubba Smith died a couple of days ago. A heart attack at only 52…just three years older than me. I hadn’t seen him since 2000 when our football team had our 25th reunion since our college championship. Bubba went on to make the NFL after college, while I went to work on Wall Street. We both went on to have successful careers although while everyone in North America knew who Bubba Smith was, I was just another American in an overpopulated world.

Now I am not complaining. I have been married for twenty-eight years, have four kids (two boys and two girls) and I have been quite successful financially; if not rich, definitely upper middle class. We travel a lot, have a beach house in the Hamptons and my oldest is working at my firm, the second graduates college in June, the third is in her second year of college, while the youngest graduates high school this June.

Anyway, enough about my current life, this story is about my past. The year was 1981, and I was going to a college at Alabama. I was on a football scholarship as a receiver and I was roomed at camp with a fourth year linebacker who was being predicted to go in the first round of next year’s draft (which he did by the way ninth overall). He was a great guy and really down to earth at first and helped me learn the ropes at the very brutal training camp. I thought high school practices were gruelling, but in comparison to the first week of college I quickly learned just how different the next level was. They ran way faster and they hit way harder. Being a star in high school, I found the db’s didn’t go for the big hits in practice, but in college I was a nobody that had to prove himself and earn his spot and was pounded every time I had the ball come my way.

Through advice from the guy whose job it was to often crush me, I learned how to read defenses, take a hit and ice my body after. Without Bubba I likely would not have survived.

I saw Bubba naked often and him me, and it was no big deal. You play football or any other sport and you are going to see a lot of dudes’ flaccid cocks. I was quite proud of my seven inches and not remotely humbled by Bubba’s thicker and longer ten inches. It wasn’t a pissing contest. I was born with the equipment God gave me and was thankful for it.

I made the team and Bubba and I were roomed together in a two-bedroom suite. I was incredible happy as I wouldn’t have to deal with a roommate I didn’t know…I just didn’t realize how much I would get to know about Bubba.

ROOMMATES

They say you don’t really know someone until you live with them and that was definitely the case with Bubba. I learned the first night that Bubba is not a big fan of wearing clothes. He would walk to the shower with only a towel, but it was on his shoulders and not his waist. I was watching sports highlights when he came out of the shower not remotely covering up his junk. He walked over to me and asked, as he dried his hair, “Did the Dodgers win?”

I answered, “Yeah, they crushed the Giants 11-3.”

“Sweet,” Bubba said and continued the conversation, seemingly oblivious to the social conventions he was breaking, “so what are your plans tonight?”

I shrugged, “Finish unpacking, I guess.”

“Fuck that,” he replied, “the Pi Delt’s are having their back to school party and they are always legendary.”

“Sounds fun,” I replied, excited at the possibility of sorority chicks.

“If you can’t get laid there, then you have a serious problem,” he quipped, heading for his room.

I tossed back. “And dude, the towel usually goes around the waist.”

He ignored the comment and returned to his room.

The party was awesome. Although I did not get laid, I met a few really sweet and hot girls. I learned Bubba met one, and her intense moans and screams kept me awake for a good hour.

The next morning, Bubba was at the kitchen table completely naked, having a bowl of cereal. I shook my head slightly but tried to ignore it as I had breakfast.

And that was the cycle we lived for the next two weeks: I was greeted to a naked Bubba having Ataşehir Travesti breakfast where we chatted about everything. Ignoring he was naked, I went to my classes, I went to practice, I returned to the dorm to eat, study and relax and every night I heard the screams of some random chick being fucked by Bubba…who was clearly a super stud.

THE FIRST SURPRISE

I had seen the walk of shame a couple of times, but was stunned when I was grabbing a glass of milk at 1:30 having again been awakened by the screams of a woman. I was soon face to face with Professor White, my first year Psychology Professor. I was shocked, but acted nonchalant when I greeted the clearly just fucked Professor, “Hi, Professor White.”

Her red, red cheeks from her sexual encounter instantly drained to white as she stammered, “H-h-hi, Corey.” After a pause, she said, “I am so, so, so sorry, you had to see me like this.”

Trying to console her, I said, “It is none of my business what you do outside of teaching me, Professor.”

She let out a sigh of release, and gratefully replied, “Thank you very much, Corey.”

Bubba’s voice came out of nowhere, his tone hinting at being an order, “Professor, the least you can do to make sure our boy keeps your secret to himself is a blow job, don’t you think?”

Professor’s face started to go red again.

I started to speak when Bubba threatened, “If you ever want to feel my big cock again in that tight pussy of yours, you will blow my roommate, Professor.”

The way he used the word ‘Professor’ was clearly condescending and showed where the power really lay.

I again went to speak, but was silenced by my chubby, but pretty, forty-something Professor slowly falling to her knees. There was no talking as she pulled down my boxers and took my almost fully erect cock in her hand.

“Suck it, Professor,” Bubba ordered, walking over to watch us, his semi-erect cock shiny, with I assumed the Professor’s juices, swaying freely.

The Professor briefly looked up at me as if apologizing for what she was about to do, before she took my cock in her mouth. It had been over a month since I had been laid, back at home, so feeling a warm mouth around my cock felt amazing. Her eyes closed, she bobbed up and down better than any high school girl who had ever sucked me off.

A mixture of her experienced lips and my lengthy dry spell and I was coating her mouth in less than five minutes. She didn’t slow down swallowing my entire load before allowing my cock to slip out of her mouth.

Bubby, his cock now hard as a rock, asked, “Professor, you are one hot slut. Want my big black cock one more time?”

I was staring at his cock myself fully erect and wondering how it possibly would fit in anybody.

Her face stayed red, but spoke volumes. She desperately wanted his cock again.

He asked, clearly trying to humiliate her in front of me, “Professor, I ain’t no fucking mind reader, tell me do you want my big cock again.”

Clearly mortified at the humiliating treatment, yet just as clearly wanting to be fucked again, she avoided eye contact and whispered, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” he pushed.

“Yes, I want your cock,” she admitted her face even redder than when she fell to her knees in front of me.

“Crawl back to my room, slut,” he ordered.

She flinched slightly at being called a slut, but obeyed the order without hesitation.

As she crawled, Bubba smiled and looking directly at me said confidently, “Once someone has a taste of Bubba they can never get enough.” He winked smugly and returned to his room.

A minute later, a suddenly very animated Professor White was screaming in ecstasy and blabbering very unlike a professor. “Oh God Bubba, yes, harder. Fill me with your big hard cock,” and “Yeeeees, I’m your slut, your Professor slut”.

I heard Bubba demand, “It is time for me to take your last forbidden hole.”

I moved closer to the door to eavesdrop as I was completely captivated by the power my roommate had over my Professor.

I heard her beg, “Please not there.”

Bubba threatened, “It is up to you, but if you ever want my cock in your tight cunt again you will get on all fours like the fucking whore you are and beg me to take your ass.”

My cock was erect again as I listened, like a pervert, to the violation of my Professor.

I missed some words, before I heard her moans again and realized Bubba was fucking her again. A couple of minutes later and more words from Bubba I could not catch before I heard Professor. “Oh God Bubba, take my ass, I am yours to do with as you pleeeeesse.”

I couldn’t fathom how his cock would fit in her pussy, but her ass? I heard Bubba moving and just made it to the couch before the door opened.

Bubba came out completely naked his fully erect cock standing at attention. He said, “She was really quiet when she was trying to be secretive, but now that the secret is out I insisted she let go.”

“That Anadolu yakası travesti she is,” I replied casually, as he headed to the bathroom.

He returned with lube and joked, standing directly in front of me, his erect cock inches from my face, “This is a man’s best friend.” His swagger and demeanour was one of such confidence it seemed to me that no one ever said no to him.

“Wow,” I said, impressed at the power he had.

He looked down at his cock. “Why thank you.”

I stammered, not wanting him to think I meant his cock, “I-I-I meant anal sex, wow, I can’t believe you got her to have anal sex.”

He shrugged, grabbing his cock and swinging it just inches in front of me, “Once they have had my chocolate pleasure wand, they will do anything to have it again and again, including things they never thought they would ever do.”

I kept trying to ignore his huge erection, but it was like driving by an accident, you don’t want to look but you can’t take your eyes of it.

I quipped, “I wish I was that lucky.”

He gave me an odd knowing smile and responded, “Maybe you will get that lucky.”

Before I could respond and clarify I meant to get a hot chick to take it up the ass, he was gone. I was petrified he thought I was implying I wanted his cock.

Seconds later, a loud moan-scream echoed through the dorm as I assumed Professor White was being sodomized willingly. In case there was any doubt, the next words out of her mouth confirmed my assessment. “Fuuuuuck, Bubba, please go slow, my ass is burning.” A minute later the pleading to stop continued. “My ass is so full, please no more.” Over the next twenty minutes, a wide range of sounds and words escaped the lips of my, I thought, conservative Professor including: “Oh God, I can’t take more Bubba you are tearing me apart,” to eventually the screams of pleasure. “Oh yes, Bubba, your cock feels so good in my ass,” and eventually, “Uh-uh, fuck my ass faster, I’m going to commmmmmmme.”

Hearing my Professor orgasm from taking Bubba’s cock in her ass was too much and I rushed to my room and began stroking my cock furiously. My eyed closed, the thoughts began with the Professor begging me to fuck her ass, something no girl had been willing to do up to this point. Yet, as my balls bubbled and I was about to burst it was Bubba’s hard cock that popped into view as I shot my load all over myself.

Once I recovered, I cleaned up my mess and tried to figure out why Bubba’s cock had popped into my head.

It wasn’t like in the porn movies or in many of the stories on Literotica where the second the main character sees a big black cock their mouth begins watering and they instantly want to be a faggot, even though they have been straight their whole life. No, it wasn’t like that all, but for me the beginning of my transition to being Bubba’s personal sex slave started then.

TRYING TO UNDERSTAND

The next day the whole time Professor White was lecturing, all I could think about was the amazing blow job she gave me last night and the fact that she had taken Bubba’s huge cock up her ass. Once class was done, she asked if she could see me in her office.

Once in her office she apologized. “I am so sorry for what you saw and what I did to you.”

I smiled genially. “Don’t apologize Professor, I am not complaining.”

She blushed, looking so innocent, such a contrast to the complete slut she was just hours ago. “He told me you would not be home, but knowing Bubba he wanted you to find out.”

“Why?” I asked, unable to fathom why Bubba would want such a thing.

Avoiding eye contact, she answered, “Bubba loves playing games.”

“How so?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around my Professor’s submissiveness to Bubba. When she seemed unable to answer, I asked, “How did you end up…” I paused unsure how to word it.

She assisted, her tone hinting at her embarrassment, “He was in my third year Psychology tutorial class on Personality Analysis and wrote his first paper, a personal reflection on why he took this class, on how he wanted to gain more on the average person’s natural inner being to be submissive.”

“Really?” I asked, “That seems preposterous.”

“That was what I thought too. His essay was a list of sexual conquests including his Mother’s best friends, a couple of teachers, a Minster’s wife and dozens of co-eds. His conclusion is what began my descent into submission.”

“Descent into submission,” I repeated, desperately trying to take in all this information.

“Yes, I can’t explain it, but as I read his evidence, a variety of woman of all ages and races, I couldn’t help but feel like I was a part of each of these women,” she explained, her eyes giving away a vulnerability that made me feel for her. After a pause, she finished, “A couple of days later, he noticed how I couldn’t make eye contact with him, and came to my office. Ten minutes later I was under his spell.”

“His spell?” I pushed, Bursa Travesti curious to understand how such a powerful, academic woman like herself could submit so completely to someone, especially a student.

“Yes, his smug smile and confidence had me overwhelmed. He told me he knew I wanted him and ten minutes later he proved it when he fucked me on my desk.”

“It’s ok, Professor,” I tried to comfort her, my erect cock begging for action, adding, “Your secret is safe with me.”

“Thanks,” she replied, with a weak half smile.

I left her alone and returned home to yet another surprise.

OUR QUARTERBACK IS GAY???

Bubba was on the couch, watching Family Feud while Adam Jones, our starting quarterback, sucked his cock.

Bubba, seeing me staring at them, smiled, acting as if he wasn’t getting a blow job by a guy, “So how was class with my, I mean our, Professor Pet?”

“Fine,” I replied, not wanting to share the Professor and my conversation, although I was also unable to take my eyes off the sight in front of me.

Noticing my obvious shock, Bubba smiled, “Sorry, we didn’t make it to the bedroom. Adam was just too hungry for my cock.”

I could see Adam’s face go red, but he didn’t quit bobbing up and down on Bubba’s big hard cock. I should have left and gone to my room immediately, but I could feel my cock betraying me as it grew in my pants. Soon my massive erection in my pants had me frozen in shocked voyeuristic awe.

Bubba looked directly at me as he instructed, “Swallow it all, faggot. Be the good little cocksucker I trained you to be.”

The word ‘faggot’ jolted me back to reality as I felt as if he was talking to me and I was no faggot. I high-tailed it to my room where I closed the door and tried to put into perspective what I had just seen. Our second year quarterback, and his first year as our starter, was gay. Replayed Bubba’s words in my head ‘trained you to be.’ What the hell did he mean by that and why did he find it necessary to say it in front of me?

LEARNING MORE THAN I NEEDED TO KNOW…AN INNUENDO LEFT

I heard door close and assumed that Adam was gone. I sighed as I wondered how I was going to deal with this. Bubba’s constant nakedness as well as his sex life was becoming really uncomfortable. Before I had time to formulate a game plan to talk about it, Bubba walked into my room unannounced, still completely naked. Although I tried to ignore it, I was unable to not take quick glances at his huge cock.

He began talking as if a conversation while completely naked with his roommate was normal. He apologized again for getting caught, yet the smug smile on his face implied otherwise. “Sorry, man, but Adam wanted some good luck cum.”

I shouldn’t have asked, shouldn’t have taken the bait, but I did. “Good luck cum?”

Bubba laughed big and loud like he always did as he explained, “Yeah, well Adam was my roommate last year and he became convinced swallowing my cum was good luck.”

“That is absurd,” I flippantly remarked, attempting to show I wasn’t remotely buying this absurd rationale.

“I thought so too at first,” he shrugged, “but after swallowing my load before our first game last year, he threw for three touchdowns and rushed for one more after our starter got knocked in the first quarter and Adam has been the starter ever since.”

“So you are telling me that Adam actually believes he gets good luck from…” I paused, not even sure how to word it.

“From sucking my cock,” he casually finished for me. “Yep, that is exactly what I am saying.”

“That is the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard,” I repeated, ignoring the raging hard-on in my pants.

“Adam is very superstitious,” Bubba explained, shrugging before adding, “plus truth be told he is just a natural cocksucker.”

“I can’t believe it, I would ever have guessed he was gay” I said.

“He isn’t gay, he is dating the Tamara,” Bubba pointed out, before adding, “He thought he was straight too when he first started rooming with me.”

Before I could respond to yet another shocking revelation and the implied innuendo he just implied he was gone.

Looking at the clock, I realized I only had half an hour before I had to be at the field. It was our home opener and although I wasn’t starting I was dressing. So I ignored the awkward situation I had been put in and focused on the game.

I FALL…BECOMING A COCKSUCKER

We won 49-6. Bubba’s theory gained some solid evidence as Adam threw six touchdown passes, the last to me in the blowout victory. We celebrated our victory like we had won the Super Bowl and I staggered to my room after two in the morning drunk as a skunk.

I walked in the room and Bubba was naked, as usual, his cock just hanging between his legs. It wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t soft either. He greeted and tossed me a football, “I thought you would want your first touchdown ball.”

In my drunken state I bobbled the ball and it fell to the ground. “Thanks,” I slurred, unable to take my eyes off his cock, my mind flashing to Adam between his legs in the exact spot just hours ago.

Bubba smiled, “It’s ok, dude.”

“W-w-what is OK?” I stammered, my eyes still glued at his now growing cock.

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Ian and Wes Pt. 05

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I heard a door slam and looked up. When I didn’t see anything, I turned back to Brian.

“Thanks again for helping me with that, man. That clasp was not budging for me. I wanna make sure it doesn’t get all messed up from the pool.”

Brian nodded at me, “Any time. I, uh, put it in your bag just like you said.”

I smiled at him, relieved that that little disaster was averted. I knew how much that bracelet meant to Wes. And to me, really. I’d hate for it to get damaged by the chlorine, or worse, lost in the pool.

I looked around and noticed that Wes hadn’t showed up to the meet yet. Maybe he got side tracked on his way over? I was sure he’d show eventually.

When Wes still wasn’t there after the first few events were finished, I started to suspect that something was up.

He’d been acting pretty weird that day. Ever since he got this idea in his head about Brian trying to get with me, he just would not let it go.

I’ll admit, at first I found it actually pretty hot that my man was getting territorial over me. It made me feel valued. Desired. I loved when Wes brought his dominant side to the forefront in the bedroom.

But after the second time he brought up Brian, it was much less sexy and much more annoying. Eventually it got me downright irritated.

One thing about Wes is he’s always got this perpetual air of confidence. Like I told him one of the first times we hung out, it’s his Big Dick Energy.

It wasn’t like him at all to let someone like Brian bother him. He was acting like he was threatened by Brian.

I actually laughed out loud at the thought.

Brian Montgomery was from an ultra-conservative Christian family. Like the kind that wouldn’t let him read Harry Potter or watch scary movies. Brian was always telling stories about church camp and youth group. It was like his religion was his whole life. He invited me to come to church with him one time in 10th grade. I ended up going and oh man, that was wild. People were speaking in tongues and shit (“Holy rollers” my mom had said when I told her the story). I couldn’t decide whether I should laugh or run screaming. It was one of the most uncomfortable mornings of my life. He asked me to come back with him after that and I think I made up some lie about volunteering with my mom on Sundays just to avoid hurting his feelings.

So yeah, Wes was absolutely correct that Brian was a strange guy, but not in the way that Wes was thinking.

In fact, Wes’s attitude was a real buzzkill. I wanted that confident side of him to come back. And fast. This wasn’t the Wes I knew and loved.

It’s not like Brian was even a real part of my life. I literally only saw him at swim practice. He wasn’t part of our normal group and I truly never even thought about him until Wes started bringing him up.

You know, for being the guy that taught me the “Fuck ’em” mantra, Wes sure seemed to care about the opinion of at least one random person.

Whatever.

Me: What happened with the meet?

I sent him the text while redressing after my shower. I refastened the bracelet on my wrist and let out a sigh of relief when it was back in place.

When I had gotten out of the pool after my last event, I couldn’t find it in my bag. I started to freak out a little bit, searching through every nook and cranny in the vicinity. Luckily I found it somehow hidden beneath some of the other guys’ stuff. That was certainly a close one. But I had it now and that was the most important thing.

I definitely wasn’t going to tell Wes that I almost lost it.

I kept glancing at my phone for Wes’s reply.

It didn’t come.

Brian offered to give me a ride home since I clearly couldn’t get one from Wes.

He had some really awful Christian contemporary band playing on the radio. The guy on the track was singing about his love for God as if they were actual lovers. After a line about “feeling God touching him in a special place,” I couldn’t help the look of disgust and alarm spread across my face.

“Oh. Hah. Yeah, I like their older stuff more anyway. Ha ha,” Brian’s laugh was strained as he flipped to a different, more neutral radio station.

I nodded politely and turned to stare out the window as he drove away from the school.

“So, um, you have a good holiday break?”

I wasn’t really in the mood for conversation, but I didn’t want to be rude. “Yeah, yeah it was good. Mostly just spent time hanging out. How about you?”

“Oh, hah. Yeah. Hanging out with Wes?”

My eyebrow raised reflexively at the question. Obviously I had been hanging out with my boyfriend, what the hell kind of question was that? Remembering that Brian was just kind of weird with social interaction in general, I brushed it off and responded with a simple “Yeah.”

“Cool… Cool cool cool…” He trailed off before continuing, “So, I heard Kevin’s having a party tomorrow night. You gonna go?”

I snorted, remembering Kevin talking about his plans for the party at lunch. Kevin’s dad was going out of town for the weekend, so what else was a teen to do than throw a house party? Jared’s older brother even agreed to get us a couple kegs. I laughed but shook my head at him. Kevin’s dad was super strict so he’d be fucking dead if his dad ever found out about the party. I’m sure Jared, Bağdat caddesi travesti Steve, and I would be helping with clean up for the rest of the weekend.

That’s what friends are for, right?

I responded back to Brian, “Yeah, I’ll be there, that’s for sure.”

Brian perked up with a smile, “Yeah, yeah, me too. Definitely.”

We sat in relative silence until his car pulled into my driveway. I waved him off and checked my phone once again.

I had a couple texts from my mom and another from Steve.

Nothing from Wes.

***

As my eyes opened early the next morning, my first instinct was to grab my phone.

I stared at the screen. Absolutely fucking nothing. I almost couldn’t believe it.

I called him like 4 times last night and he never answered.

I rushed to school so I could ask him what the hell was going on with him.

But he didn’t show.

Shit. This isn’t good.

I started to worry, visions of him lying bloody on the side of the road, or laid up in a hospital bed, started popping into my head in succession.

Me: Hey… I don’t know what’s going on. Just let me know you’re ok?

I hit “Send” on the text during AP Bio as I stared at his empty chair.

When I still didn’t hear anything, I called his dad during lunch period. I just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Hey… Uh, Hi, Mr. Houston. Its me, Ian. Ian McNair.”

“Ian! Hello! Look, we’ve talked about this. It’s ‘Frank’, please!” I heard the older man’s laughter.

I laughed back, knowing full well that I would never bring myself to call him by his first name. “So, I’m just calling to make sure Wes is ok? He, uh, he’s not at school today and I just wanted to… you know… check…” I trailed off, hoping that I wasn’t sounding like an obsessive stalker.

“Ah, yeah. He’s just taking some time. Think of it like a mental health day. I’m sure he’ll talk to you when he’s ready, Ian. Just be patient.”

I could just picture the understanding smile on Wes’s dad’s face. I still didn’t get it, but at least now I knew I didn’t have to start calling emergency rooms looking for Wes. “Ok. Um… thanks.”

“Ian, before you go– I hate to get involved in these things, but I have to ask… you do still have that bracelet, don’t you?”

I blinked at the question, genuinely surprised by it. “Yeah, yeah of course. I’m looking at it right now.” I stared down at the brown braided leather that had become so special to me.

“I figured as much. Hey, sorry, but I’ve got to run to a meeting. It was good talking with you Ian. See you soon!”

“Yeah, thanks Mr. Houston,” I heard his deep laughter once again at the formality before the line disconnected.

I returned to my seat at the lunch table with Jared, Kevin, and Steve and tried my best to pretend like I gave a shit about Kevin’s plans for the party tonight.

***

I really, really don’t want to go to this fucking party.

Wes is clearly going through something, but he won’t fucking talk to me. I was super relieved to hear from his dad that he’s physically ok, but the more I thought about it, the more it actually made me more upset. Like at least I could deal with him not replying to me or answering my calls if he was in a full body cast or something.

But this ghosting for no reason?

Ghosting me AFTER nagging the shit out of me over Brian fucking Montgomery?

I was pissed.

You know what, fuck Wes.

If he doesn’t want to talk to me, fine. If he doesn’t want to listen to me when I remind him I can handle myself, fine. If he’s gonna let himself believe that I’d ever pick Brian Montgomery over him and turn himself into such a little bitch over it? FINE.

Fuck him.

I got ready for the party, forcing myself to get dressed and do my hair through muscle memory. I was in no mood to be around people, but I also knew that wallowing in self-pity in my bedroom probably wasn’t the best use of my time either. Plus I had to be there for Kevin.

Maybe I’d just hang out on the wall and make sure nobody broke anything too expensive.

Steve picked me up on his way over. Kevin was just a few houses down from Wes, so I had to actively concentrate on keeping my mood from going sour as we parked. He was probably over there right now. Still refusing to talk to me.

The kegs were being dropped off and Kevin was smiling from ear-to-ear, directing people and telling anyone who would listen that this was going to be the party to end all parties.

I rolled my eyes and leant a hand to set up.

Once people started to arrive, the beer flowed continuously.

I helped myself to several cups.

I was feeling pretty damn warm pretty damn quickly.

I started to dance. A make-shift dance floor was staged in the living room. The music was super random, but that only added to the fun. It changed from current hip hop tracks to 90s alternative, to lots of different styles in between. It was keeping everyone on their toes in the best way possible.

Jared and his girlfriend Lindsay were grinding away in the center of the crowd. I danced alone near them.

The beer had solidly convinced me that: a) I was not pathetic, b) I was not the third wheel, and c) the key to life and to being a good dancer Bostancı travesti is just to care less.

I was actually getting really into it my groove.

At some point, a junior girl I vaguely recognized bumped into my side and started dancing with me. It was a total blast. I had enough alcohol in me that any inhibitions were long gone. Plus, she was a really good dancer (and not even in a drunk sort of way. I could tell she was legitimately good at this) and she kept me on beat when I got a little too mixed up.

It was the perfect low-pressure situation—as an openly gay man paired with a straight woman, there was obviously nothing between us. She ground her ass on me for a bit with neither one of us worried about what it meant or forming any expectations.

“Stephanie!” she had shouted her name to me at one point. I shook her hand with mock-formality as we laughed our way through a particularly sexual song.

Turns out I can actually make new friends when I want to. Who knew?

Someone handed me another beer and I chugged it in between shouting the lyrics of whatever new song was playing.

Eventually I felt another set of hands on me—definitely not a Stephanie’s. These hands were slightly bigger and gripped me much harder. It actually kind of hurt.

I turned around and saw Brian holding my hips.

“What the fuck?!” I said loudly, though I’m sure no one heard me over the sound of the music and people partying. I pulled his hands off of me and backed off the dance floor.

Fuck, I was getting dizzy.

I need to sit down.

But I need to piss more.

How many times had I been in this house over the years? And now when I really need one, I somehow can’t find the bathroom. I must be really fucked up.

My bladder kept screaming at me to find a toilet.

After a couple wrong turns, I finally found a bathroom. I ran into the room and pushed the door mostly closed behind me.

I pulled my zipper down and pulled my dick out. My stream just started to flow when I heard a noise behind me. “Occupado!!” I called out drunkenly over my shoulder.

I didn’t hear a response so I kept closed my eyes and focused on the feeling of sweet release. A little shiver ran up my spine at the sensation. When finished, I shook my dick a time or two and turned around as I began pushing it back in my pants.

My eyes were on the floor and I saw a pair of shoes before me. I looked up and saw him staring at the dick in my hand.

Brian.

He looked hungry.

He looked fucking insane.

“DUDE! WHAT THE FUCK?!” I yelled.

“What’s the matter, baby?” A creepy smile formed on his face. His normally mousey and small features were twisted somehow into something stranger. Darker. It was like I was seeing him for the first time.

“GET THE FUCK OUT, MAN!” I scrambled with my drunken and slow fingers to get my dick back in my pants as soon as possible.

Suddenly, Brian was pulled forcefully out of the room.

I heard a loud CRASH and a thud. Dick now decidedly back in my pants, I poked my head out of the bathroom and into the hallway.

A broad, dark figure had Brian up against the wall, forearm at his neck.

My head felt fuzzier by the second. I sat down and leaned against the opposite wall in the hallway. I closed my eyes and the sounds around me started to fade away.

The last thing I remember is thinking that I was certainly, without-a-doubt, really fucked up.

***

Sunlight hitting my eyelids forced me to awaken the next day. My head was spinning and my stomach felt queasy. It took me a minute to get my bearings enough to notice that I was on the couch in Kevin’s living room. Jared and Lindsay were both tucked into a single sleeping bag on the floor.

I wonder if they fucked in front of me while I was sleeping?

The absurdity of the random thought made me laugh out loud, which I instantly regretted. The sound of my own laughter pierced my ears. My shoulder was sore from the position I’d been sleeping in.

“I thought house parties were supposed to be fun?” I mused softly.

Jared’s rumble of laughter rang out, once again hurting my ears. “We half-thought you were dead, man. Welcome to the world of the living.”

Even the sound of Lindsay’s quiet giggling grated on me.

“Ah, unfortunately, yeah, I’m still here. Shit. What the hell happened last night?” I rubbed my eyes, shaking the crust loose.

I heard Lindsay whispering to Jared for a bit before Jared responded. “Uh… how much do you remember?”

I tried to think back but couldn’t get very far. “I don’t know, man. My brain hurts. I went to piss at some point…”

“Yeah you did. And Brian Montgomery apparently followed you in.”

The sight of Brian’s unhinged smile came rushing back to me, “What the fuck,” I exclaimed aloud, remembering how jarring his presence had been.

“Yeah, then Wes came in and beat his ass.” Jared started laughing hysterically.

I sat up on the couch way too suddenly. The room spun for a few seconds before I could get my head straight again. “Wes? Wes was here?” After he’d fucking ignored me all day?

Lindsay bit the inside of her lip, “I kind of texted him…” I shot her a confused look so she continued, “Brian was being real Kartal travesti creepy when we were all dancing. He was like… watching you… We asked Stephanie to hang by you just so Brian would keep his distance. I figured Wes would be coming over sooner or later anyway so I just asked him to hurry up since it was such a weird vibe.”

I blinked at her, unsure of how I hadn’t noticed Brian’s actions while dancing. It was such a mix of bodies and loud music, that honestly the more I thought about it, I realized that I probably wouldn’t have noticed a bomb go off.

It kind of sucked to learn that Stephanie was only dancing with me to babysit. It kinda felt like we had bonded…

“Yeah, so, after Wes kicked Brian’s ass, everyone just kinda left,” Jared continued. “Kevin was a little mad the party ended so early.”

I laughed, “Of course he was.”

Jared chuckled, “Yeah. Anyway, Wes dragged your passed out ass to the couch then he slept in the chair over there,” I looked over to the now-empty recliner. Jared saw my look, “He’s been cleaning up with Steve all morning. It’s like noon, man.”

I stretched my arms and looked back down at Jared and Lindsay. “Ok, well, I obviously have a reason, but what’s you lazy asses’ excuse for not helping?”

Lindsay nuzzled in closer to Jared, wrapping her arm around his chest under the sleeping bag, “It’s warmer in here….”

“Yeah, and we had to make sure you survived into the morning, duh.” Jared offered with a sly grin.

I snorted and stood up, pretending to kick Jared in the ribs. They both laughed and I made my way towards the kitchen.

If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve sworn that there had never been a party here based on the state of the kitchen. It was spotless. If anything, Kevin’s dad might know something was up just based on the fact that the place looked better than how he’d left it.

I was standing there admiring the hard work that must have gone into it when Wes walked in, a stack of used solo cups in his hands. He paused for a second when he saw me then turned to throw the cups in the trash can.

“Uh. Hey.” I heard myself say.

I know, I’m a stunning conversationalist.

Wes leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. His large biceps bulged and caught my eye. I might have been aroused if there wasn’t so much going through my head at that moment.

“Hey, Ian.” He said simply.

Hah. Equally great reply.

We must be made for each other.

The thought made my heart ache.

I looked at him. Here he was, within reach. I could extend an arm and touch him. I could make his body feel good in all the ways he’d taught me. I could push down the feelings for both of us, if only for just a short while. I could force us both to temporarily forget the last couple of days.

But I didn’t move.

I couldn’t.

And Wes seemed glued to his spot across from me.

So we stood there.

Staring.

Finally, mercifully, Wes opened his mouth to speak. “I really wish I would’ve been wrong about that guy.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, “So we’re going with ‘I told you so’? Really?” My laugh was joyless.

“You know damn well that’s not what I mean.” He shot back.

“Do I?” I countered, “Do I know even you at all? Do I know whether you’re just gonna ghost me again out of nowhere?”

Wes’s mouth snapped shut and he averted his gaze.

I took a step forward towards him, “Yeah, big fucking man, just up and leaves when the going gets tough! You could’ve at least talked to me!” I felt the anger bubbling in my stomach.

“I tried, but you didn’t listen to me.” He said levelly. He was quiet. It was like he was refusing to match my tone.

That pissed me off more. I wanted him to be just as riled up as I was.

I wanted something from him. Some emotion. Anything.

Anything was better than the goddamn radio silence.

“So you ignore me and skip school? Are you kidding? I thought you were fucking dead or hurt or something!”

He just shrugged.

I continued, even more inflamed by his lack of response, “Look, I get that it’s easy for you to just leave people and move on to the next piece of ass, but that’s not a normal fucking reaction to just disappear!”

That sure got his attention. His dark brown eyes looked like they were gonna bulge out of his head.

“Are you for real right now? ME move on to the next piece of ass?!” He bellowed at me. “I watched him rip off your bracelet and toss it like a piece of TRASH! AND YOU LET HIM!” Wes’s deep voice continued thunderously. This time he took a step towards me and I retreated back. “Yeah, that’s right, I saw the whole thing before the meet! And sure, I thought it was cute and all at first that you don’t know how amazing you are, but I told you how many times that this guy is a fucking CREEP and you refused to listen! I don’t even know what the hell would have happened if I hadn’t walked in on you in the bathroom when I did!” He paused for only a moment to take a breath. “You think you’re so tough, always so damn quick to tell me that you don’t need me or my protection– that you can get by just fine without me. Well guess what, Ian? You fucking needed me last night!” I continued my retreat backwards with every verbal blow from Wes. “But no, you thought you knew better even though every single other person around you could see what was going on! So then I have to go and beat this guy’s ass—do you have any idea what could happen to me for that? What would happen to my chances for the future if he decides to press charges?!”

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I spent 20 years of my life, avoiding a wild craving I had for a long time. I often thought, how much fun it could be, to suck on a nice big juicy cock. I always forced myself to put it out of my mind and avoided the steamy desire I felt inside. After I divorced my impossible wife and moved out, I started getting these cravings more and more.

I began to watch more guy on guy porn video’s on my computer, some made me cum harder than normal. It was kinky, nasty and turned me on way too much. It looked like fun sucking a big cock head, and I began to accept it my desires without embarrassment.

My interest grew and I began to give into my wild temptations. I drove way out of my area and went to this huge sex shop in the city. I took my time and checked out everything in the store. I was tantalized by all the kinky stuff they had. I bought some battery powered vibrators, life like cocks of all shapes and sizes and sex oils. I spent way to much money and got home as fast as I could.

Living alone now, I was free to explore my wild desires anytime I pleased. I set up all my new toys and turned on my computer to some hot guy videos. I stripped naked and got my kink on. I lubed up my ass and began to try out my new vibrators. I laid on my bed with my legs in the air and slowly slid a pulsating vibrator in my rear for the first time. I used the remote to change the speed and pulsations. With the sounds of sexy guys having sex in the background and a vibrator working my ass, I was lost in my own little world. I barely got my hand on my cock and shot a big hot steamy load all over my chest. I was feeling kinky as hell and tasted my cum for the first time. It wasn’t gross at all. In fact, the taste turned me on. My cum was hot and a little salty, but I loved it. I was enjoying this way too much.

I pulled the vibrator out and cleaned up my naughty mess. Then I put on some sexy panties and grabbed one of my new big rubber cocks. I watched the guy on my monitor sucking a big cock and copied his actions. I opened my mouth and sucked on the head like it was me sucking this hot guys boner, on the screen. It was very erotic and way more fun than I ever had, by myself. I loved my new toy collection, it was worth every nickel.

Soon I was doing this kind of kinky stuff every chance I got. I taught myself to suck cock with all those rubber toys. After a while I started craving the real thing even more. I wanted to find a hot guy, with a big cock to have sex with. I wanted my first to be with someone I was very attracted to. Hopefully a handsome, bi-curious, straight guy like me.

After several months of looking at guys in a new way, I realized this wasn’t going to be easy to find such a stud. I enjoyed looking at men in this way, it was strangely erotic.. I stole glances at the hottest guys I saw. Checking out there chest, ass and looking for signs of meat in their pants or shorts. I knew that I was way more attracted to straight guys, openly guy guys freaked me out…

I craved a big strong handsome type of guy, they were out there, I always saw a few around town. I’d go home to my toy collection after and picture my self doing all kinds of kinky stuff with the last hot guy I saw.

I was getting a little frustrated until one special day. I was at my bank and spotted a new hunk of a teller. He was younger, taller and very handsome. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was dressed very nice, and looked very masculine. I was pleased that he ended up being my teller that day. His badge said Doug and he greeted me very nicely.

“Hello sir, how can I help you today?”

“I just want to cash this check.” I said with butterflies inside.

“Ok, can you put your card in the card reader?” He asked.

“Uh sure, of course.” I replied.

I never had to be asked to do this by any teller before, I always do it automatically. He made me nervous in a good way. I bet he had a nice cock and a nice ass, I thought. We finished the transaction and I put the cash in my wallet.

“Thank you Doug, have a great day.” I said, holding eye contact with him.

“You to Mr. Anderson.” He said with a great smile.

I left the bank and feeling horny as ever, Doug got my blood boiling like crazy. I had some shopping to do but I went home immediately and beat off my hard cock. I came fast and hard, I still felt horny as hell after my orgasm. Doug was by far, the best candidate for me. I began to think of him every time I masturbated.

I have my own business and go to the bank about once a week. I usually waited till Friday to deposit all my checks, but that was about to change. I was in the bank every other day now and Doug was always there to help me. He got to know me better and I told him he could call me by my first name, Steve.

There was something brewing between us and I was falling for him. I wanted to be with him, and please him sexually. He began greeting me by my first name, he was very friendly and sincere.

After about a month of this, we were fortunate enough to see each other in the bank parking lot one afternoon. He was getting into İzmir Travesti his car as I pulled up next to him. He didn’t see me at first but saw him and my heart began to pound. This was my best chance to ask him to out, I thought. Fuck I was nervous. I jumped out of my car and he saw me at last.

“Hey Doug, you done for the day?” I asked nervously.

“No, I wish, I’m just taking my lunch break. What are you up to today, Steve?”

I loved the way he said my name. He made me hot and horny.

“Doing the work thing like always… You like your new job?”

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. I wish I had more hours, I need to bring in more cash.”

“Hey you know how to clean pools?” I asked hoping he’d say yes.

“Sure, I always took care of my Dad’s pool growing up, I’m an expert.” He said with a curious grin.

“My pool man just quit and we need a new pool guy once a week. You can do it when ever you have time. I can pay you $250.00 a month if your interested?”

“Really, hey I think I can handle that. Thanks for the offer, I’ll do a great job for you Steve, do you have a skimmer and all that crap?”

“Yeah, I sure do. He’s my card, it’s got my cell number and home address on it. I live close by. Call me when you get a chance and I can show you around my place.”

“I live close by too, that’s cool. I’ll call you tonight after I get off work.”

“Great buddy, catch you later Doug.”

I gave myself a pat on the back for that one. Now I just had to fire my pool guy.

Doug called me that night and we made plans for him to come by and see what he had to deal with. Just hearing his voice on the phone, made me horny as hell, I was rubbing my cock, the entire time.. I couldn’t wait to see him the next day. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up my house and making myself look better. I shaved my body hairless and felt sexy and way too horny.

Doug arrived the next day and looked great in casual clothes. He had on shorts and a tight shirt. He looked great from head to toe. I showed him around and made him feel welcome. He seemed to be enjoying himself. I looked good and felt great that day. After I showed him the pool, pump house and hot tub, I asked him if he’d like a cold drink. He accepted my offer and we sat down and enjoyed some ice tea together. We opened up and talked more personal. We talked for almost two hours. The more he talked the more my cock swelled in my shorts.

He confided in me his last girlfriend cheated on him and he had to break up with her. He wouldn’t stand for a cheater. I learned he was 23 years old and loved swimming and outdoor activities like me. He said I was lucky to have a hot tub, he missed his Dad’s. I told him could use mine anytime, that way he’d keep it nice and clean. He perked up at my offer and seemed very happy. I was 12 years older and felt like I had a chance with this hot young guy. I never tried to seduce a guy before, but I was going to give this one a try.

“Hey Doug, would you like to take a hike in the mountains this Sunday? I know some great trails.”

“I’d love to that sounds fun, can we use the hot tub after?”

“Why not, that would be great after a long hike.”

“Awesome, I haven’t enjoyed a hot tub in a long time.”

“This one cranks, you’ll love it.”

“I bet I will.” He said in a sexy way.

I liked the way he said that and my chances with him seemed be increasing at this point. I felt like I didn’t have to hide my feelings for him much longer. He was straight but you ever know…

Sunday finally came, it was a very hot summer day. I put on my some tight running shorts and a stretchy tight shirt. Doug showed up on time, dressed a little more masculine. No tight shorts but looked sharp in his hiking shorts and tee shirt. I welcomed him and he gave me a nice strong hug. I held on tight for a few seconds and enjoyed the sensation of hugging a man I was attracted to, for the first time. I wanted to have wild sex with him right their on the floor. It was different and very tantalizing.

I let go of him and stepped back. My cock was growing in my tight shorts, it was on display for him at that moment. He played it cool and didn’t look at my cock. I was hoping he might. I went to grab a water from the fridge and saw in the reflection of the window him scoping out my tight ass. I held the door open and took my time, I double checked him in the reflection and he was definitely looking at my butt. I slowly turned around and asked him if he needed any water. He seemed a little nervous for the first time and stuttered a bit.

“Uh, sure, a water sounds great.” He said quietly.

I handed him the water and we left for our hike up in the mountains. This could get interesting I thought to myself. Hot single straight guy, with a nice body, I definitely had butterflies in my gut. Man I was horny for him.

We made it to the park and took off on our hike. Our hike lasted for a few hours. Along the way we stopped and talked and enjoyed the beautiful scenery a few times. He kept dropping behind me and must of been checking out Konya Travesti my ass. I made sure my skin tight shorts were hiked up all the way, hoping to turn him on. My cock was semi hard most of the time because of him, and I was thinking of my next move. We agreed to stop off for an early dinner and had a nice meal together. He seemed to be enjoying himself, then he mentioned the hot tub.

“Thanks for a great dinner Steve, now all I need is a hot tub. You still have time for that?”

“Absolutely, I almost forgot. I have all night don’t worry about that.”

I was about to suggest the same thing to him. We got out of there and I drove us back to my place as fast as I could. We got back to my place in no time and went inside.

“Here Doug, let me show you how to turn on the hot tub and jets.”

“Sounds good.”

He followed me out to the pump house and I explained the simple task of starting it up. There wasn’t much room to move around in the pump house and Doug bumped into my ass a few times. I’m sure his cock was hard, like mine. After the hot tub was going, he turned around and started to exit. He stopped and this time my cock hit his cute ass. He sort of slipped and I grabbed him by the waist from behind and held him safe for a second. My cock straining against my shorts and stuck in his ass. He felt it!

We made our way over to the hot tub and he spoke, this time a little nervously.

“Dam, Uh Steve I forgot to bring some swim trunks, can I borrow a extra pair of yours.

“Sure I got plenty, come on back and pick out a pair.”

Doug followed me to my bedroom and I pulled open my dresser. I had all kind so swimwear and boldly tossed him a pair of red speedos.

“You might fit in these, you ever worn speedos before? Trust me, baggy shorts are not as good in a hot tub.”

“No I don’t have any speedos, I was always wanted to get a pair.”

“Well give them a try and see what you think.”

“Can I change in here?”

“Sure, go for it.”

He took off his shirt and shorts and underwear on the other side of the bed, with his back to me. I saw his ass and my god it made me way too hot. He did this like we were old pals in the locker room. I watched him in my mirror, slide the tight little speedos up his legs and over his sexy ass. I did the same for him, casually undressing and sliding on my speedos. He waited and watched me, I made sure my back was to him so he could see my hairless ass crack. He had been looking at it all day and wanted to show it off for him.

We walked out to the hot tub, me leading the way. I stepped in slowly and turned to look at him. His speedos were right in my face, since I was a step down in the hot tub. I got a good look at Doug’s huge boner filling out the entire front of his suit nicely. I wanted to slide my open mouth, up and down the side of that big fat shaft right there. I looked up at him and held out my hand. He took my hand and stepped in with me. It was too hot to sit right down, so we got to stare at each others hard cocks as our legs adjusted to the heat. Our cocks were straining in our speedos as we slowly sat down.

“Ah, this feels awesome Steve. Your right about the this tight suit, it feels great in the hot tub.”

“Glad you like them, they look nice on you. I think your old girlfriend would change her mind if she saw you now.”

“I forgot about her, I’m way over her now. I’m sort of loosing interest in chicks right now. I’m focusing on my job and future.”

“I’m tired of chicks too Doug, they constantly irritate me. I always pick the lemons.”

We both laughed at my joke and he slid a little closer. My heart began to beat hard in my chest. I wasn’t sure what to do then. He put his hand on my leg and I smiled at him and he smiled back.

“Steve, I want to feel your speedos, are you cool with that?”

Doug was breaking the ice for us, I was so grateful. My heart started pounding hard and my breathing increased.

” Um well, I’ve never done anything like this with a guy.” I said acting a little surprised.

“Me neither, I’m such an ass, sorry I asked. I feel stupid.”

“No it’s cool, this is all just so new to me, I’ve never messed around with a guy before. I think it might be fun. I would only like to do this with you Doug. You are very attractive to me. I think your the only guy in the world I could try this with.”

I sat up on the hot tub and let him feast his eyes on my big hard cock straining in my speedos. I could see my entire shaft of my long cock and the head was also visible. He sat up to and put his hand right on my hard-on. He looked transfixed on my cock and his breathing increased like mine. I put my hand over his hand and showed him what felt good to me. He started rubbing his own cock and mine at the same time. This was getting very hot, very

“Oh Doug, that feels great man. I love this, it’s so erotic.”

He increased the pressure and speed, on my cock. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. I reached for his big hard cock and felt another man’s cock for the first time. It Antalya Travesti was such a new sensation, doing this for real. Toys were fun but this was a whole new game, it was getting more intense by the second. His enormous cock, was hard as a rock and the head was growing out of the top.

I sat down in front of him and spread his legs, I put my mouth inches away from his cock head. It was glistening with pre cum and bigger than mine. I slid his speedos down and licked the tip of his beautiful cock. He let out a soft moan and sat back. He spread his legs more for me, I was practically shaking with lust. I began to give my first real blow job and from what I could tell, all my recent practice paid off. His pre-cum tasted good, I wanted more and more. The slick hot liquid felt good on my tongue. I sucked gently at first savoring the moment of our new found joy. I bobbed with all my intense feelings for him and he grew even harder. I could make out the veins along his shaft as I went down on him. I squeezed the head of his cock and forced the blood out and let it return.

This was a million times better than sucking a dildo. It had taste and warmth and it had a life of it’s own. I’m sure if most straight guys could jump in my place and try this for a minute, 99% would love this sensation too.

Doug began to lift his ass up in the air, as I sucked away like a French whore. I was rubbing my cock with one hand and stroking his cock with the other. He started grunting and trembling like crazy. His load was building up and I was hungry for his cum. A jet shot hard into my mouth and hit the back of my throat. Then another, and another. He groaned with pleasure as I brought the first man of my life to orgasm with my mouth. He kept coming, more and more, harder than I ever have. My mouth was full and I had to swallow fast because more kept pumping out. I sucked as hard and fast as I could, releasing his seeds of love. The taste in my mouth was incredibly sexy and delicious. I’m serious, it was fun and intense making him cum like this. I could do this all dam day.

“Oh my god, Steve.” He said as he tried to catch his breath. “That was the best blow job of my life.”

I didn’t stop till his balls were empty. He was drained and I was still very horny with lust for his entire hot body.

“Doug, that was awesome. I’ve wanted to do that, ever since I first saw you in the bank that day. I had no idea it could be that great.”

“Steve, I loved that. I never came that fast, or so much from a blow job before..Did it taste Ok? I hope it didn’t gross you out or anything.”

“I wish there was more, it was fucking delicious man.”

“Steve, I’ve been wanting to play with your sexy ass all day. Can we take this to the next level and try a few more things together?”

I didn’t answer him right away, I just smiled, I got up and pulled him in the house. He followed me right to my bedroom and we laid down next to each other. I got out some sex oil and set it on the night stand. We grinded each other, still in our speedos and kissed softly and passionately for the first time. He was squeezing my ass and really turning me on as we made out.

I began to hold his tight buns in my hand and held his cheek with the other as we kissed. Then he surprised me a bit by sliding his fingers down my ass crack and massaged my tight hole. It felt amazing and now I was breathing hard from his touching. I wanted his fingers up there in a hurry and grabbed the oil for him. He accepted the oil and I slid my speedos off.

I laid face down on my bed and spread my legs for him. He pulled my bun to the side and squirted several drops of oil on my ass crack. He went wild with lust for me. He put the oil back and got behind me. The feeling of his hands all over my ass was fantastic. When he pressed his finger in my tight ass, I felt like a horny little girl. I was moaning in a new high pitched tone. He slowly slid his finger in deep and out, then deep again. He did this over and over, I thought I was gong to cum on the spot. Then I felt his breath on my buns and it made me quiver and shake with anticipation.

I spread my legs as much as possible and I felt his warm tongue licking up and down my ass crack. He brushed my tight hole a few times with his tongue and fireworks went off in my head. My cock was soaked with pre-cum and I was loving his touch. He began to push in two fingers and worked them in and out nice and gentle.

“Go Harder Doug, that feels great.”

He took my cue and started to fuck my ass with his fingers a little faster. I was in heaven at that moment. Then after a few moments he stopped. I looked back to see him removing his speedos and I got up on all fours ready to take him deep. He turned me around on my back and oiled up his huge boner, as I feasted my eyes on that gorgeous cock of his. It looked so hot watching him jack that big monster. Then he put my legs over his shoulders and rubbed his cock around my horny ass. Using his hand he lined up his cock to my hungry ass and pushed forward. My ass had been stretched out a little by my vibrators and was able to take him without any pain, it was all pleasure. I got to see this sexy guy taking me for the first time. My legs were up over his shoulders taking him in, this was the most erotic moment of my life. His crunched up face looked so hot as he slowly penetrated me.

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High School Romance Ch. 09

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Brady came home that afternoon to find Ezra sitting at the dining room table with two envelopes in front of him. One was from Sam Houston State University and the other was from Baylor. Brady could only guess they were the letters Ezra had been waiting for nearly the day after he sent out his applications and from the size of the envelopes it looked like Ezra had been accepted to both.

“Hey, baby,” Brady said as he pulled a chair close to Ezra.

In between the two envelopes was a legal pad that Ezra had been writing on. It was split into three sections. In the middle, Ezra had written ‘music’ and ‘smaller school’. On the side closest to the SHSU envelope, Ezra had written ‘closer to home’ and ‘honors program’ and ‘scholarships’. The Baylor side had only ‘small scholarship, better program’. At the bottom in large letters ‘Brady?’ was written and underlined four times. Ezra tapped it with his pen and looked at Brady.

Brady smiled at the fact that he was a factor in Ezra’s decision. “I haven’t applied anywhere, babe, I don’t know where I’ll end up.”

Ezra nodded and looked at his list again. He traced the lines under Brady’s name and shuffled his feet under the table.

“I was actually thinking…” Brady was having a surprisingly hard time getting the words out. “I was thinking of the military.”

Ezra’s eyes got wide like a deer in headlights and his mouth dropped open a little. “N-no,” he said.

Brady searched for words and finally managed to meekly offer, “It’s a good option.” He hadn’t known what to expect, but certainly Ezra disagreeing hadn’t crossed his mind.

“No!”

Brady jumped at the force behind Ezra’s voice. Ezra’s hands were trembling and he threw his pen down and wrapped his arms around Brady.

“D-don’t go,” Ezra muttered. He sniffed and tightened his grip on Brady. “I need you. D-d-don’t leave.”

Brady ran his hands all over Ezra’s back and breathed in the sweet smell of the one he loved. “I won’t Travesti leave,” he said. There was no need to think about it. Ezra needed him to stay, so he would. He would apply to the school Ezra chose and hope that he would figure things out along the way.

**

Brady stretched as the sunlight fell on his face. Ezra stirred beside him, smiling in his sleep and snuggling closer to Brady’s side. Brady caressed Ezra’s cheek and kissed the forehead of his angel. He settled back in the bed, thoughts buzzed through his mind.

The first thing of course, was the night before and the look on Ezra’s face as they made love. The feeling of Ezra’s hands tangled in his hair, their lips meshing together as their tongues danced, and the soft sounds of ecstasy.

The second was the online application to Sam Houston State University that he’d just completed and submitted. He was nervous about his future of course, but more nervous that he would be rejected and let Ezra down.

Ezra interrupted his thoughts with a light kiss and swirl of his tongue on Brady’s pec. “Good morning,” Ezra whispered.

Brady smiled as Ezra climbed on top of him. “Good morning, beautiful,” Brady said. He gave Ezra’s firm ass a squeeze as their lips met. Ezra started to squirm and grind against Brady’s body. The head of his erection worked its way free of his boxers and the pre-cum rubbed against the warm skin of Brady’s abs.

Brady pulled the waistband of Ezra’s boxers down enough to free his erection and then he did the same for himself. Their dicks rubbed together, the pre-cum providing lubrication as Ezra frantically thrust his hips. He nibbled at Brady’s ear and then licked at his neck. Brady put his index finger in his mouth and got it wet. He teased Ezra’s opening and Ezra sped up his motions. Brady fingered Ezra, finding the hot spot and stimulating it each time Ezra thrust his hips. It wasn’t long before Ezra was moaning and gasping as hot cum poured onto İstanbul Travesti Brady’s stomach. Brady moaned and threw his head back as he felt the rush of his own orgasm.

**

Brady felt like he might go insane. Every week there were new scholarship applications due and some required interviews. He was always nervous and he hoped that it wouldn’t hurt his chances. He was trying to find a job near SHSU, but he hadn’t received a letter from the school yet and he was stressing himself out checking every day. It was a month until graduation and he didn’t feel like his life had any direction.

The only comfort he found was in the evenings when Ezra would practice piano on a keyboard borrowed from a local church. The sweet sounds of Clair de Lune would often make Brady stop what he was doing and watch, mesmerized by Ezra’s hands.

Finally, the letter came. Brady sighed in relief when he saw he’d been accepted.

That evening the Lockheart family had a small celebration, complete with a cookie cake. Mr. and Mrs. Lockheart surprised Brady and Ezra with matching SHSU Bearkat T-shirts in a glaring, bright orange color.

At midnight, the young lovers had their own private celebration. Ezra ran his tongue over Brady’s stomach, showing tender affection to every chiseled muscle before he finally touched the tip of his tongue to the salty tasting head of Brady’s cock.

Brady groaned and grabbed fistfuls of the blanket beneath him as Ezra took the length into his mouth. “That’s so good, baby,” Brady said with a smile as Ezra started to work his throat muscles around the mushroom cap.

After five minutes of pure bliss, Brady signaled that it was Ezra’s turn. It was Brady’s turn to worship with his tongue and he did just that, trailing his tongue over every hauntingly beautiful scar on Ezra’s lithe body. He nibbled at Ezra’s nipples just to feel his angel writhe with pleasure beneath him before he lowered himself to Ezra’s pulsing Ankara Travesti organ.

He took the length of it into his mouth and bobbed his head for a moment before letting it free with a pop of suction. Brady licked at Ezra’s balls and nibbled at the patch of skin between his sack and the pink opening. Brady slid his tongue inside Ezra and his lover gasped and arched his back.

Finally, when Ezra was loose enough, Brady slid his cock inside and they both moaned softly at the amazing. It was so right, the two of them as one.

Brady thrust in and out, working the hot spot inside Ezra. Ezra was holding onto Brady’s shoulders so tightly that Brady could feel the raw hunger, the need for release. Brady nibbled and sucked at Ezra’s collarbone, getting such a beautiful reaction that he got carried away and left a little triangle shaped love mark on Ezra. But Ezra didn’t care. He bit his lip and moaned, caught up in the feeling of being complete, whole, unbroken.

Both boys gasped as they came at the exact same moment.

**

Brady adjusted his tie and zipped up the graduation gown. He joined the line of his classmates and stood silently. He heard the music start inside the gym and the rumbling of people’s voices stopped. The line of graduating seniors shuffled forward.

Once inside the gym, Brady scanned the crowd. He saw his dad in a dress shirt and tie smiling slightly uncomfortably. Mrs. Lockheart was fumbling with her camera and Mr. Lockheart was trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at her. Brady’s eyes settled on Ezra, who wore a grey jacket striped with black despite the increasingly warm summer nights.

As the commencement ceremony continued, Brady thought about the experience of his senior year and how lucky he was to have Ezra. As he walked across the stage, he knew he was taking the first steps into a bright future.

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This will be the last installment of High School Romance. But don’t worry, I’ll follow Brady and Ezra into their college days with a sequel series (tentatively entitled ‘College Days’ because I lack in the title talent department). Thanks so much to everyone who has ever voted, left a comment, or sent feedback.

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