Dancing Ch. 04

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I’ve just been reading your comments and mails on chapter 1, thank you! I didn’t realise it looked like I had dropped off the face of lit, although I was surprised it had been two months – I’ve been writing loads, just not finishing anything. I will try and get something new up before too long, promise, I’m getting there with some m/m and m/f stories, and have started on some more Were ones as well.

Anyway, here’s the last chapter of this one…

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I took the lead, keeping Matt’s hand in mine, and taking him into my bedroom. I had a moment of nerves about this, and found myself shaking slightly. I knew we were not going to have sex, but taking him to my room, even just to sleep, was more than I had ever expected to happen. I had to tread carefully because I knew what lurked in his past and I couldn’t scare him away from me. We had only slept together the night he told me about his rape. That had been unplanned, this time I was not going to wear my clothes to bed, but I’d need to wear something and I didn’t know what would make Matt comfortable.

“Um, what should we find to sleep in?”

“What do you usually wear?”

“Nothing… I’ve got some pyjamas or jogging bottoms though,” I added hurriedly because he looked concerned at the idea of me wearing nothing.

“Have you got two pairs of pyjama bottoms? We’re the same size, just about, that would be okay.”

I found them and handed him a pair.

“T-shirt too?”

He went shy on me again, and it was so cute I wanted to kiss him again.

“No. I want some contact between us.”

That made me think of something else that might be more unwelcome contact.

“Matt, I can’t promise I’m not going to get hard if we’re in bed together. I can promise not to do anything about it.”

“It’s okay, I trust you. Plus I can’t guarantee the same won’t happen to me!”

I was glad to hear he trusted me and also glad that being with me might turn him on. Even if nothing would happen, it was reassuring to know. I left him to change in the bedroom while I went to the bathroom. I might never see him naked, despite what he said, but it really didn’t matter. Just the thought that he was going to get into bed with me was enough to have me starting to harden, and I tried to will it away so I wouldn’t scare him off before we even got there. It wasn’t working.

The sight of him stood nervously by my bed when I got back to the room, especially half naked as he was, didn’t help either and I felt myself swelling further. I lay down quickly and got under the covers so I could keep it out of the way. I sighed as he got in and settled down beside me, or rather pressed his body right against mine. It felt good to hold him, especially with our naked chests together. I’d seen his chest but he’d never seen me without a top on, and he seemed fascinated.

“You’re all furry!”

“Just think of me as a giant teddy bear. Does it bother you?”

“No, I think it’s sexy.”

He certainly found it interesting, but I had to stop him running his fingers through it after only a couple of minutes.

“Sorry, but that really turns me on, and it’s a bit much right now.”

He apologised, but I don’t think he realised how much of an understatement that had been. Years with no human contact, and just those simple touches were making me tingle in such a way I was fully erect and aching. He had to stop before I came. Maybe it was just because it was him. I gave him a smile and then a kiss, and he grabbed at me to continue it. Rapidly it became a replay of the one from earlier, intense and full of need and passion, with the most beautiful hard body wrapped around me. No, my beautiful boyfriend wrapped around me. That thought made me moan.

We didn’t let up for quite a while, knowing this time we weren’t going to be interrupted and we both wanted to explore, touch and taste. He felt so good under my hands I kept running them softly across his back and down his side but not into any sensitive areas. His hands on me were driving me crazy, even though his touches were light too. The kiss wasn’t light, although it became more so as we both started to tire, and to need to breathe. When he finally drew back from my lips it was to yawn, and I laughed softly.

“Perhaps we should get some sleep. We can do this again tomorrow.”

“And every day after that,” he murmured, starting to fall asleep already. I smiled at him even though his eyes were closed.

“Yes, every day after that too, my angel.”

I was also asleep before long, feeling safe and warm wrapped up with Matt, and happy now that we had sorted out what was happening, and in the best way possible. I had the most gorgeous man in the world as my boyfriend, and it wasn’t just pretend any longer.

The next morning I woke to the alarm, and was greeted to a shy smile that I took the opportunity to kiss away. His hair was messed and his eyes still sleepy, but he was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I really could be happy just with this. My day got even better when we got to work and escort ataköy saw the papers. The place was buzzing because all the reviews were good. That was worth the hard work on its own, but it also meant we’d sell loads more tickets and probably get a longer run. Nothing could take the shine off the day, or the coming weeks.

I had Matt by my side through all of it and I couldn’t believe my luck. Something awful had happened to me, but it had brought me the love of my life. Every morning started with us curled up together kissing, and every night ended the same. In between we both worked at a job we loved, and every day just seemed to get better. I’d got to the point of thinking nothing could get better, and then one night Matt sprang a surprise on me.

“My lease is up in a month, so I need to find somewhere else to live.”

I looked at him surprised, because he actually seemed nervous. He wanted me to ask him.

“You’re actually worried that I wouldn’t want you to move in here? Matt, we barely spend a moment apart and I love it. I love you, and I want you to move in with me. In fact, we’re off tomorrow, let’s go get your stuff.”

He started laughing. “Impatient, aren’t you! I’ll still be here even if I haven’t moved everything.”

“But why wait? To be honest, it was dumb of me not to suggest it earlier.”

“We’ve only been together a month.”

“So what? We’ve spent every day together for two months, and every moment of that has been amazing. I don’t want you to go anywhere. It’s up to you, I’m not pushing for this, but you really would be here anyway.”

“Yeah, I know. I was just looking for some reassurance.”

I moved to give him a huge hug.

“I love you, you muppet. What more reassurance do you need?”

“I don’t know. I just keep thinking that you’re going to wake up and realise what you’ve got yourself into and not want it, not want me.”

He looked so dejected I put my arms around him tighter and kissed him gently.

“Please Matt, you have to believe me, I want you and I love you. I’m not going to push you away because I’m not getting laid. That is not as important to me as you are.”

“I want us to be able to do that though, I just can’t seem to get past my hangups. I mean, I think about it, and I get hard when we kiss and touch, but I freeze up if I make a move towards your dick. I hate being like this, I love you and I want to be able to show that.”

“You do show that, with every kiss and touch you give me. It’s enough.”

“Aren’t you getting sick of wanking in the shower?”

I spluttered slightly, surprised it was quite so obvious and that he was commenting on it.

“No. I’m sorry about that, but sometimes I need a release. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t giving it to me.”

“I wasn’t judging. I jerk off in there as well, I just wish I was giving you that release, and that you could do the same for me.”

“If and when you’re ready, I will. If not, we carry on as we are,” I shrugged. I’d really got no problem with any of this, which was possibly because I was a little screwed up as well, but it didn’t matter if it worked for both of us.

The rest of the day Matt was quiet. I hoped that he wasn’t still worrying about what he thought I wanted, but I didn’t think it was going to help if I kept trying to persuade him I didn’t want that. It was the first tense day we had had in a long while, and yet it had started out with us agreeing to move in together, which should have been a good thing. I was frustrated that he didn’t understand me even after all the time we spent together and all I told him.

It was time for bed before he really spoke to me again, not that he’d been ignoring me, but he’d been so deep in thought that I’d not got much out of him.

“I’ve been thinking…”

He tailed off so I took over.

“I know. Do I need to remind you that I love you.”

He smiled. “I don’t mind hearing it. But that’s not what I was thinking about, I believe you. I just want something more for us. Before you say it, not because I think you are missing out and I have to for your sake, but I want it for me as well. I don’t think I’ll ever entirely get over what happened, but if I can never have sex again, then it’s like I’ll never be well. And I know I want you, I’m just not ready for everything just yet.”

“So we wait until you are. I’m glad you think about it, that’s a big step. And I do understand it, I didn’t think I’d want anyone close after what Ben did, but here we are and I couldn’t be happier.”

“Okay, but what if I’ve been thinking of some things that might not scare me, some things I want to try.”

My ears, and another part of me, pricked up.

“What things? If you want to try anything we can, we’ll just go slow and can stop at any time.”

He went all shy on me again, and I had to try and kiss it away. He kind of wriggled in my arms, making it clear he wanted to keep talking, so I let him move his head into my shoulder so he could do it without looking at me. He was so sweet when he got escort taksim embarrassed.

“There’s two things, but the first is a bit selfish, and the other is a bit weird.”

“Selfish? That means you want me to do something for you but you’re not ready to reciprocate? I would love to do anything that will make you feel good, and I guarantee I will enjoy it anyway. Tell me what you want baby.”

I was tingling with anticipation of the chance to touch him, stroke him, whatever he wanted. It might mean another trip to the shower but it would be a small price to pay. He didn’t answer though, still shy, so I put a finger under his chin to encourage him to tilt his head back so I could kiss him. He was blushed a beautiful shade of pink. I kissed him, making sure it was one of our deep drugging kisses that lasted for several minutes, and was going to turn him on enough that hopefully he would tell me. When I finally released him he actually whimpered.

“Oh god. Please, I want you to touch me, to touch this.”

His final word was accompanied by his erection being thrust into my leg. That was a first. Not him being hard, but him deliberately making me aware of it. It felt good, and him asking me to do something with it, that was music to my ears. I kissed him again, softly, before making sure I knew exactly what he was expecting.

“Do you want me to stroke you, or suck you?” I asked softly into his ear. I knew my voice was deeper due to my need to do something, but I had to make sure I wasn’t going to scare him. This would have to be done just right.

“Anything you want. I need you to make me come. Just don’t go near my ass.”

That was pretty much a given, but the chance to get to touch his cock had me hard and aching already. I’d never even seen it, aside from a bulge in his clothes. We were still laid on top of the covers, and I could see it now straining against the cotton covering it. I really wanted to see as well as touch.

“I won’t. Can I take these off?” I asked, lightly touching the waistband of his bottoms.

“Okay,” he murmured, but this one was less needy, and more nervous. He hadn’t been naked in front of someone for a long time, and that he would trust me to do that made me just love him more.

I kissed away his nerves, rolling him onto his back but not covering his body with mine. I wanted to, but I also wanted him to know he could stop me at any time, so I was by his side, only leaning slightly over him so I could reach. My hand stroked over his smooth chest, taking the time to explore it, and running over his nipples which made him gasp. I’d have to see what my mouth on them was going to do to him. I pulled back from our kiss eventually, needing to move down his body, but having to say one final thing.

“If you want me to stop, any time, you only have to say,” I whispered, praying he wouldn’t.

It felt like I was shaking almost as much as he was as I started to make love to him. My mouth drifted down his neck after my words into his ear, and I kissed gently and trailed my tongue down his skin to his shoulder. I kissed over his throat and down onto his chest, noting his breathing was getting fast but it was not panic, it was need. My first quick lick over one nipple had him moaning, so I settled in, licking and sucking but resisting the urge to bite, as I rolled the other with my finger. It didn’t take much of that for him to start begging me to move, to touch him, but I still took my time. I slid my tongue across his tight stomach, tracing the hollows between the muscles and spending a little time tongue fucking his belly button.

He was panting and moaning and it was the most incredible sight. I’d got him into this state, and it could only get better. I knew he wanted to come, and I was looking forward to drinking his seed, but I couldn’t stop myself from playing with him now that I had access. I was nearly at the main attraction though, and a quick glance down drew my attention. He was obviously very hard, and there was a substantial wet patch where the head was trying to break through the cotton. I mouthed it gently and he almost screamed with pleasure.

I had to lift myself up then so I could remove the clothes that were in my way. His dick leapt out of its confines, but I took the time to remove the trousers totally, needing to see all of him. His legs were just as defined as the rest of him, with only a light covering of hair. Perhaps more than was obvious because all his body hair was light. His pubes were darker, trimmed neatly, and formed a springy mattress around the hard and leaking pole on display. I just looked for a moment, savouring the intimate view I had of him. He wasn’t excessively long or thick, maybe seven inches, but nicely rounded and perfectly formed. I didn’t know why, but I fell in love with his cock too.

That decided, I had to taste him properly. I licked up some of the precum on the tip and it made my mouth water with wanting more. I became rather more frantic then, spurred on by his moans of ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ and my name said with escort etiler such desire. I took him all into my mouth and throat, massaging the head with my muscles and drooling down the length as my tongue worked around his shaft. Then I pulled back for a bit, gently jacking him as I caressed his head with my tongue, working it into his slit for a while before trailing it around the edge where his foreskin had pulled back.

The feel of his hard cock in my mouth, the taste of him, and the frantic moans and cries I could hear were having quite an effect on me too. I couldn’t touch myself as I had one hand on his cock and the other placed to help hold me up, so I started to hump at the mattress to get some relief from the ache at my groin. I needed to come too, even if he couldn’t help me. My efforts on his cock increased and I was bobbing on him, keeping my lips tight so I gave some suction as I lifted up, but never letting him free from my mouth where I wanted him to be.

I felt him getting harder and knew it was nearly time. I didn’t want it to end, but somehow I felt sure he would want this again. My hips moved faster, grinding my erection down into the bed even though I wasn’t sure it would be enough. His back arched off the bed and he really did scream this time, the sound seeming to go on for ages as his cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed quickly, surprised at how much he was giving me but loving it, and one final thrust into the bed had me following him, pumping my seed into the material. I held it together somehow so I could take the last of his spurts and clean him up gently as he started to soften. Shit, that had been the best sex I’d ever had, and he hadn’t even touched me.

His hands moved me away after a few moments. I might not have stopped licking him otherwise, because I couldn’t get enough of his flavour or the feel of his cock. I moved up the bed so I could gather him to me and he surprised me with a passionate kiss thanking me. When he finally let me go, although not very far, I started to giggle slightly.

“You’re welcome,” I told him.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his eyes showing a beautiful afterglow that made me want to try and do it again, right now even though we were both spent.

“I agree.”

“Now, about my other idea…” he began, with a sexy grin. “Don’t you need a shower now?”

Even with the look in his eyes and the teasing smile, it took me a moment to get what he was saying, and it surprised me again.

“You want to watch me in the shower?”

“Yes. I know it sounds a bit odd, but I don’t want any surprises if… no, when, I do something for you.”

He wanted to watch me masturbate. It didn’t sound odd, it sounded both sensible for him and a turn on for me, if the fact my cock had started filling again was any indication.

“Not odd. And that would be great. Tomorrow night, okay?”

He looked kind of disappointed, expecting me to need to go sort myself out right now. My mind warred between telling him what had happened, and possibly upsetting him that I’d not been able to control myself, or not telling him and having him think I wasn’t turned on by what we had just done. Tell him won out as his face continued to fall.

“I already came baby, I don’t think I could get it up again right now no matter how sexy your idea is. I promise you can watch me tomorrow.”

“How? When?”

I actually blushed. He didn’t sound upset though, just interested.

“Sucking you really turned me on, and I was kind of humping at the bed because of all the cute sounds you made. Then when you came, I did too.”

He glanced down my body and saw the proof, my trousers were soaked, and he grinned at me.

“It was really that good for you?”

“The wet patch doesn’t lie!”

“I guess I can wait until tomorrow,” he said, pouting slightly as if put out, but the way his eyes were twinkling as he said it made me not believe him. He thought it was hot that I’d come like that. I was glad he didn’t mind, and I liked the idea of stroking myself with him watching my every move. I wasn’t an exhibitionist, but having my lover watch was a hot idea. I wondered how many more of them he would start to have now that his sexuality was waking up.

If we never got to it I wouldn’t care, but one of these days I’d like to think he’d feel able to fuck me. Ben was a total bottom and I’d missed having a cock in me. Matt’s would be just perfect for it, large enough to make it feel great, but not so big that it would be difficult to take. Even without his issues, he’d probably not want to take me once he saw what I was packing. I lay there thinking about him making love to me, hard and fast, and started to wonder if I would need that shower after all. I was broken out of my fantasy when Matt spoke.

“What are you thinking about?”

His eyes were on my crotch, so he’d definitely noticed that I had grown hard while I was letting my imagination run away with me.

I went red, and could only mumble. “Sorry.”

“I don’t mind you getting hard… Oh… that apology means you were thinking about something you reckon I won’t want to do.” He went silent for a moment, and I just stayed looking embarrassed and trying to will my erection down. His next question was very quiet. “Were you thinking about fucking me?”

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David’s Final Graduate Year Ch. 01

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Dedicated to the memory of Alan Turing, OBE, FRS (23 June 1912–7 June 1954) the greatest gay scientific genius of the twentieth century.

[This story can be read on its own, but it is better to have read the earlier ones in the series first. You are warned that in addition to the gay sex that you are looking for, there is much in the story about music, science, religion, English college life and alcohol. There is also some crude language. Should any of these topics not suit you, then read no further!]

[To understand parts of this story, you need to know that the union of two persons of the same sex/gender only became legally recognized in the United Kingdom by the Civil Partnerships Act of 2004. This story takes place some 20 years earlier.]

Chapter 39 David

A new member in the chapel choir

The October morning sun shone brilliantly on Camford. In Jesserod Meadow, the leaves on the trees were beginning to change colour and assume brilliant gold, yellow, red and brown colours. The swans on the river started to look cold, and the morning frost still sparkled on the grass as Jon and I walked hand-in-hand along the gravel walk, noticed, if at all, by only a few early morning dog-walkers and a number of joggers. The weather had tempted us to walk to our respective labs, rather than go on our bikes as we usually did. Jesserod Meadow had a special significance for us. There, some five-and-half years before, Jon, my good friend of six months, had asked me, a first year student, certain of my academic choices, but uncertain about my sexuality, some searching questions about it which led within a few days to my realization that not only was I gay, but that I was desperately in love with him, so desperate indeed that I went to him and told him so.

As this part of the story begins, Jon was 29, and a postdoctoral research worker in the Camford University Chemical Laboratory, and I was 24 and just starting my third and final year as a Ph.D. student in the Pharmacology Department. We had been living together permanently since I had finished my undergraduate studies just over two years earlier. Jon is the most important person in my life, which would have been very different if I had never met him. I came to Camford with really only four preoccupations: my Christian faith and my knowledge of music, literature and chemistry. Pretty well everything else that I have learned about life in the world has been taught me by him in the last six years. Of course I have learned a lot more about chemistry and for the last two years about singing, in my time in Camford, but Jon has been my tutor for everything else, including fucking. The classical Greek man-ephebe relationship has worked out spectacularly well in our case. To quote the old joke, we’ve been practising gays for years and are now rather good at it!

Jon had just got back from a seven-day trip round England visiting the sites where trees had been planted and drystone walls repaired. He had set up a few years before two charitable trusts to promote afforestation and drystone wall repair, funded by his private income, and each employed a small labour force to carry out these objectives, and David tried to inspect each site at least once a year. Seven nights seemed a long time for me to sleep alone. Earlier in our relationship, Jon and I had of necessity had to spend weeks or months apart, and although it was irksome, it was not painful. But now after long periods together, separation seemed to take much longer to adjust to.

The mobile telephone network was expanding rapidly around this time. The era when one had to look for car parks and garage forecourts to use a cellphone was almost gone. Cell base station towers were springing up like mushrooms over the whole land, many attached to church towers and other high landmarks. As I mentioned earlier, Jon had given me a massive first generation phone, heavy and unwieldy, but this September was the first time that we could make regular use of our phones. Every night about 11 pm, we would have a phone sex session.

It is embarrassing now to recall the things that we used to say to one another in these sessions, and I will not bore you with a lot of details, but here is a typical conversation:

D: “Hello, Jon, it’s your dirty-minded faggot-boy here. Have you missed me? I’ve really missed you. I’m lying here in bed with a massive hard-on caused just by thinking about you and your beautiful arse. I wish that you were lying here beside me so that I could turn you over and rim your delicious hole and cover your arse-cheeks with kisses. I want to rub my face in the small of your back and turn you over again and lick your balls. I want that dick of yours in my mouth, I want it up my shithole, I want to hug you, squeeze you and come all over you!”

J: “Hello, slut boy. I hope you have not been offering that arsehole of yours to anyone else. If I thought that anyone else was fucking you, I would go mad with rage. I would have to thrash you for disobedience. The very thought of some other man poking his dick up that wonderful sarıyer escort hole of yours fills me with anger and misdirected envy. You are MINE, and I intend to keep it that way! I want you now, I want to fuck you within an inch of your life. I want to blast my spunk deep into your guts, I want to hear the bubbling noise as you fart it out again, I want you, I want you, I want you!”

These conversations, terribly embarrassing to relate now, would go on for up to twenty minutes and by then we were both ready to come, and we could hear over the phone the grunts and shouts that the other made as he came. We always had a good supply of tissues to hand before beginning a call! With hindsight, I can only hope that the hotel rooms that Jon was sleeping in were well insulated for sound, particularly as the chances were that Robin Banks (gay manager of the afforestation scheme) would be sleeping in the adjacent room. You will note that these long-distance conversations were totally different to our conversations together face to face. All rationality and humour were absent, they had reduced our communication to mere expressions of lust, totally unedifying, as well as uninteresting, and merely a new mode of pornography leading to a mutual wank session. Perhaps then, not the most inviting way to begin a new section of these memoirs!

It was the Saturday of the first week of the Martinmas Term. The night before, the St Boniface’s College Chapel Choir had assembled for its first practice. There were several new faces from hopefully enthusiastic freshers, and a few grins and/or yawns from the old hands of the choir. The organ scholar looked happy at the number of new volunteers, as indeed I did myself, as I was by far the most senior member. The organ scholar led the choir, playing the organ was delegated to his deputy. He proposed a Purcell anthem for the next Sunday, which meant that we had just two days to learn it. “It’s quite a simple one!” he said encouragingly. I had sung it before, so it was not a problem for me, and I was not surprised to be assigned the tenor solo. After the practice, we all adjourned to the beer cellar, and one of the male freshmen came up to me and said, “Do you remember me?” I looked at him hard and remembered him.

“You’re Simon from Guildsham, but I don’t remember your surname!” I said. “I didn’t expect to see you in Camford until next year!” He was the beautiful baritone son of the secretary of the music society where I had performed the previous year in what was my first professional singing engagement. “It’s great that you decided to come to Boni’s!” (Boni’s, pronounced “Boney’s” is the nickname of St Boniface’s). I was totally amazed that I had not spotted him earlier, as I always survey the male talent in the choir, and he still looked as ravishingly prick-raising as he had the year before. “But how do you come to be here?”

“What I didn’t tell you when we met last year was that I had already done my A levels. Although I had long missed the UCCA deadline, after I had talked to you I made a few phone calls and the medical tutor here made me an offer as I had already got the necessary grades.” This was perhaps not surprising, as he had struck me as being very bright. But the lad obviously had a great sense of initiative to have taken his future so cheekily into his own hands.

“Well, you’ve ended up in the best college in Camford!” I said with a grin. “And, although we are not the biggest or most well known chapel choir, we have high standards and enjoy ourselves enormously. Some men join just to chat up the birds, but most of us are quite deeply committed, some to religion, most to music, and some of us to both. And during my time in the choir, we have had several trips away in the summer to sing in cathedrals or concerts abroad. So I guess you are starting your medical studies with a degree in Physiology?”

“That’s right,” he replied.

“I always dine in Hall on Sundays after evensong,” I said, “and many of the choir members sit together to eat. You’re welcome to join us on Sunday nights, and we often go on for a drink in the Lion later in the evening. I have no official role in the choir, the organ scholar, Daniel, is in charge, but I am the most senior member, as I’m now in my seventh year.

“One thing I can assure you of: you are going to have a challenging but enormously enjoyable six years here, much better than if you had gone to a crummy London medical school! And if you are into sport or fitness, while the college has good facilities, in two years’ time there’s going to be an exciting new Men’s Fitness Centre opening in town, with excellent state-of-the-art provision, including a 25-metre pool. And you will never be bored in Boni’s, never lonely and never have time on your hands!” I felt that I had to put in a plug for the Fitness Centre, now under construction.

Simon smiled gratefully, which made him look even sweeter than previously. “Come and have coffee,” he said. We had finished our beer, so we left and went to his room, which was a small maslak escort and poky bed-sitter, but had been well modernized so that there was adequate storage and work space, and it was right next to a bathroom that he only had to share with two others. I noted his room number and his name from the list at the bottom of the staircase. His surname was Mitchell. I looked around the room to see if I could find any indication of his sexual orientation, such as books, pictures or programme cards for GLBT societies, but could see nothing. Every time I looked at him, I felt my cock stiffening in my pants. I decided that it would be unfair to tell him I was gay: it would be better if he found out through other people. We agreed to sit together at dinner after Chapel on the Sunday, and I left after half-an-hour.

As we walked through the Meadow, I told Jon about the beautiful boy who had joined the choir and what I had said to him. Jon said, “Well, I’ll be meeting him tomorrow in the beer cellar after Chapel. Unless you want to be misleading, you will have to introduce me as your boyfriend. If you don’t, someone in the choir will soon tell him, as soon as they see you together, and that would make him think that you were deceitful, and possibly predatory! Why didn’t you tell him that you were gay? Do you fancy him? If you do, and he’s not gay, you will probably scare him off, and if he is gay, he needs to know that we are an item.” Duh! There I was again, making stupid and potentially serious mistakes. Thank heaven that I have Jon to advise me and look after me. Shortly thereafter, we parted company for our respective labs.

Chapter 40 David

Saturday night sex 1

We met again at lunchtime and had a quick snack in the Chemistry canteen before walking home, collecting our bikes and riding off to the Olympic Pool for our Saturday swim. As we undressed, I said to Jon, “Don’t mention Simon Mitchell’s name until we get home. I don’t want to get an erection when I’m wearing swimming trunks!”

“That boy must be extremely prick-raising!” said Jon.

“Just wait until you see him!” I replied “You’ll need to keep your gown over your crotch!”

On leaving the pool, we rode home to leave our bikes before it got dark and walked to the Sparrowhawk to eat. We just had one pint of West London bitter, and two courses, and about 8 pm got back to the flat, where we spent half an hour with flash cards learning new Italian words. We then watched a porn video, kissing and cuddling as we watched a nice blond white boy being fucked by an equally attractive black boy. The black boy had a monster dick and we both speculated what it would feel like to have such a gigantic object up our rear ends. “I’ve no idea what Simon would look like naked” I said, “but his arse looked to be quite a nice shape and size.”

“It’s all right fantasizing,” said Jon, “but it’s highly unlikely that you’ll get him undressed. As you feel so randy, you’ll have to make do with me! Shall we have a drink?” and he went and got two bottles of Rodenbach (red Belgian beer) out of the cupboard and poured them out.

As we drank, I said, “OK stud-boy, get the necessary and we’ll get undressed. By the way, I’ve got the words and music of ‘Dear pretty, pretty youth’ and I’m going to sing it at one of my next recitals.”

“You’ll be proclaiming to the world that you’re as gay as nine-pound note,” said Jon.

“I don’t give a fuck! The thought of a sweet boy shivering with cold and having your arms enwrap him to warm him up in bed, just gives me an instant hard-on!” I said. “No wonder Shadwell the author wrote ‘methinks I would from sleep be free’! Being in bed with a boy like that would make you want to shag all night!”

“By the way,” Jon said as we got undressed, “as from next week I will be giving tutorials to second year students on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 5 pm. I arranged the Thursday sessions to coincide with your singing lessons, so we can still eat together. Some of the students will be from Boni’s, by arrangement with Dan C. It’s the first teaching I’ve done since I was banned from teaching because I was living with you.” Dan C was the St Boniface chemistry tutor, who had taught me for three of my four undergraduate years.

“Don’t let yourself get led astray by any nice boys!” I said jokingly, as I rolled a condom on to my cock and started to smear it with K-Y gel. “Because you are out as gay, I would strongly advise you to sit well away from your students and ALWAYS leave your office door open.”

I put my arms round my now naked lover and started to nibble his neck and rub my rubber-clad man-stick against his belly. I loved the feel of his flat hard abdominal muscles. In spite of showering, he still smelt slightly of chlorine. “You need some ‘Storing pour homme'” I muttered before kissing him hard on the lips and opening my mouth to his insistent tongue. That was a perfume for men that Jon had introduced me to the year before. “Bend over the bed,” I said, and he held open his crack with both hands while I poked beyoğlu escort my K-Y-loaded fingers into his delicious hole, lined round the edges with soft black hair.

He started to pant with lust and muttered, “Put it in! Put it in!” I gently pushed my dick through his muscular gateway and then further, until my bush was rubbing his arse-cheeks. I then increased my speed and fucked him deeply for perhaps five or ten minutes: I was so caught up with love and desire that of course I had no idea of the time, and the sacramental experience of pouring out my love into Jon’s loving body overcame me. At the same time, I was gently playing with his dick with my right hand. Whether it was my prick or my hand, I do not know, but he suddenly convulsed, and shouting my name, came violently on the silk bed-sheet.

He lay there in his puddle of jism as I finished off up his bum by coming hard into the prophylactic. I did not pull out, I just lay there, close-coupled to his back, my arms encircling his shoulders and whispering, “Jon, my gorgeous stud-boy, I love you so much!”

My softening prick slipped out of his arsehole and he stood up, turned round and kissed me roughly before muttering, “We must put that sheet to soak in cold water!” These prosaic words served to damp down the romance for the moment and we cleaned ourselves up, changed the sheet and went to bed.

Chapter 41 David

Sunday night in college

The following evening there was a good turnout for evensong. The Purcell anthem ‘Rejoice in the Lord alway’ went well, and most of the congregation adjourned to the beer cellar after the service. We had just half-an-hour before dinner in Hall. Jon had been in the congregation, as he always was nowadays. Whether he came just to hear me sing, or to worship the God that he had just discovered, I was never sure, but these days there was rarely any time to discuss his religious views, although I knew that he was no longer an atheist, for which I could thank Ed Bairstow, the college chaplain and gay sympathizer. Simon walked along with me to the beer cellar and I ordered drinks for him, myself and Jon. He looked cute in his short commoner’s gown, his curly brown hair reaching just into the nape of his neck. He was about 1.8 metres tall and like Jon, rather skinny in build. I then said to him, “May I introduce my boyfriend Jonathan Singleton? Jon, this is Simon Mitchell. He’s a medical student.”

“But everyone calls me Jon” said Jon. “David and I are an item, in case you were wondering!” Simon blushed slightly and I grinned in embarrassment. “You sang very well tonight, David,” Jon said.

“Yes, well it’s not a new anthem for me. I’ve been in this choir for six years and the repertoire does not change all that much, so I know quite a lot of anthems by now! What do you think of our choir?” I asked, turning to Simon, “You’ve had a lot of choral experience.” (Before he came up to Camford, Simon had been in Guildsham Cathedral choir.)

“Considering that only one or two may become professionals, I think it is very good,” he said. “I felt quite at home singing and I think I will adapt very quickly.”

“I’m glad that you felt able to continue singing,” I said.

“A lot of kids, when they leave home, immediately give up the things that they did as teenagers.”

People started to move towards the Hall, and Jon said to Simon, “I have to leave you now in David’s tender care, as I have to sit on High Table.” He hurried up the steps and disappeared.

“Is your boyfriend a don, then?”

“Not exactly, he’s a post-doc researcher who’s just started doing some teaching, but once you become an M.A., you have to sit on high table. He’ll probably come to the pub with us later. That is, if you’re going to the Lion with the rest of the choir?” Simon did not reply.

While St Boniface’s is not exactly renowned for its cuisine, the kitchen always managed to produce a decent meal for Sunday night, and that night was no exception. After the meal, we all went to the Junior Common Room for coffee. Simon came too.

“I don’t want to pressurize you into getting involved with a whole lot of distractions from your work,” I said, “but if you have time to sing, you could get into the Camford Bach Choir without an audition. At the end of term we are going to perform one of my favourite works, Mozart’s ‘Litaniae de Venerabili Altaris Sacramento.’ I think that I played a role in persuading the director Justin Thyme to choose it. I’m not sure whether my singing teacher entirely approves of my obsession with Mozart, as he’s an Italian.”

“What’s he called?” asked Simon.

“Marcello Fabioni,” I replied.

“Really? You’ve got one of the best teachers in Europe! I bet that he’s expensive!”

“He is, rather,” I said. “He might have felt differently about Mozart if he (Fabioni, I mean) had come from Südtirol rather than Tuscany. Südtirol was part of Austria until 1918. But the nice thing about Marcello is that he also acts as my agent and gets me a few gigs, which bring in a little extra cash that I use to buy music. But music is at present a sideline. I enjoy research enormously, and I still hope for a career in science, though maybe not in Camford, and maybe not as an academic. Are you going to come to the pub with us? By us, I mean the choir, though Jon will probably join us later at the pub.”

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It was a hot day in June when i went on my first cycling trip with Pete. I was 18, he was a year older & we’d decided to head off to the country for some ‘R&R’ while off work. For mile after mile, i watched his ass cheeks pumping up & down rhythmically until my cock was pressing painfully against my thigh! When we made a stop, i got off the bike with some difficulty & he smiled when he noticed the bulge in my lycra clad crotch,

“What’s brought that on?” he asked.

“Must be the heat” i winked as i adjusted myself.

“Yeah, it sure is hot”, he grinned, looking at me & the innuendo made my cock swell even harder.

“I’m surprised you could even ride with that in the way!”

“No problem man, i just rise up out of the saddle!”

We laughed & sat behind a hedgerow by the road to eat, passing a bottle back & forth as we got our breath back. After a time he asked,

“Has it gone down enough to carry on yet?”

“Well, almost” i admitted, as i was semi-hard & couldn’t get the image of his supple ass out of my mind.

“We can stay here until escort osmanbey you’re ready” he said, looking me meaningfully in the eyes & i looked down to see his cock was straining against the front of his shorts. I caught my breath & hesitated for a moment, then reached over to grasp his fat tool through the thin material,

“Mmmmm, that’s a fine feeling”, he gasped & he reached over to stroke my shaft as we kissed lightly, then more ardently as the heat grew stronger between us until our lips parted with a breathless smack.

“Stand up Pete” i urged & pushed my face into his burning crotch to savour the aroma of his sweat through the lycra, while he held my head & kept a lookout across the field as i eased his shorts down over those firm cheeks that i had admired for most of the day. His fat shaft sprang out to greet my probing tongue, a nicely proportioned 8″ tool, that i could just wrap my fist around to jerk his hot meat, while i licked along the velvety flesh, to suck one of his balls into my mouth.

“Oh god yessss” he groaned, stroking my hair, escort güngören while i stroked the flesh back & forth over his engorged knob. I groaned & gripped the base of my meat as i wrapped my lips around his balls, licking & kissing them while my hand slid along his sweat-slick cock.

“Suck me like that, yes, yes”, he urged & pumped his hips to meet my mouth as i took him in for the first time.

“Mmmmm,” i moaned appreciatively as his pre-cum coated my tongue my hands reaching around to cup his ass & pull him into my throat until i gagged & came up for air.

“Don’t stop, o god don’t stop” he cried & pulled my mouth onto his cock as he fucked my mouth faster, grunting with every stroke as his orgasm rushed closer.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmmph” i gasped & squeezed his ass even harder until he cried out

“I’m cumming, cumming, yes, yes yessssss!!” & held my head over his cock as a thick stream of hot juice shot down my throat making me splutter, but i loved it! Another stream of thick cum poured over my tongue, then another as he bucked escort çapa against me with trembling thighs, as i slipped a finger into the tight, rosy hole of his ass to take every drop of his salty cum.

“Mmmmm, i love it!” i gasped as a string of cum drooled from my lips. I stood up & we kissed passionately, then he dropped to his knees & took all my 7 inches into his throat slowly, looking into my eyes as i stood poised on the balls of my feet.

“Ohhhhhh, fuck yes pete, yes like that.” i groaned feeling my balls boiling full of spunk after the hot taste of his juice turning me on so much that i knew i wouldn’t last long in his mouth. He ran his tongue all over my meat, teasing my ass with a finger until i could take no more & held his head to pump my solid cock into his mouth.

“Suck me off!” i demanded urgently as my spunk began to surge along the thick shaft. “Now, Pete, now, suck it, suck it all!” i moaned & felt the cum burst from me in a torrent onto his tongue.

“Aahhhh, fuck yessssssssss” i almost screamed as the pent-up juices cascaded into his waiting mouth again & again until i thought my knees would buckle with the force of it! He pulled it out of his mouth & jerked the rest over his lips, licking them to relish the slippery stuff until all our passion was spent….for the time being, i was sure of that!!

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Recently, I met Marcus, through a friend, and he is bi-sexual, and possesses a truly awesome Black Snake, at 12 inches and really thick. It is probably the most that I could possibly handle, but he has been able to get it all into my ass pussy. He is a strong lover that will indulge my feminine side, taking charge but not working the Dom/Sub thing. I like lovemaking, but also find it really hard to turn down his straight on fucking. The man knows how to put the meat to the heat. Reading Black Cock Journey will bring you up to date on our relationship.

It had been a week since Marcus and his friends worked me over, fucking me silly for a day and a half, and had been 5 days since I had last been to bed with Julius, my new lovemaking fuck buddy. I was feeling horny, and really wanted to have Marcus put his cock to me and give me his hard fuck.

I called Marcus to see what he was doing, and he told me that he would be working for another hour. I said: “Marcus baby, I want to see you. Can you come by after work?”

He said: “What do you want to see me about?”

I told him: “Baby, I miss you. I need you.”

Pressing, he asked: “What do you need? Tell me, don’t beat around the bush, bitch. I am busy.”

I pleaded: “Baby, I need you to fuck me. I miss you and your cock. Please, I need you in me, on me. You have what I need.”

He said: “Are you going to be cleaned out if I come by?”

I said, happily: “Yes, baby, I will clean myself out now and be ready for you. Will you come by and fuck me? Please, Marcus?”

He answered: “I will be there around 6 o’clock. Be ready for me, but I can’t stay all night.”

I felt better, and went to the bathroom, to clean myself out. I wanted his cock in me, and knew that it would be tight, and would totally fill my hole, but it was what I needed tonight.

When he got to the house, I was cleaned out, and had a bath towel around my waist, waiting for him. As he came in, we kissed, and I reached for his cock, and asked: “Do you need a shower, baby? I have a clean towel ready for you if you do.”

He said that he wanted one and that I could wait on the bed. I took the towel off, stacked two pillows in the middle of he bed,and laid beside them, and put the lube on the bed, waiting to see what I would be getting from him this evening.

When he came into the bedroom, his cock was soft, and seeing it, I moved to the edge of the bed and took it into my mouth. Knowing what I wanted, Marcus held my head and worked it back and forth, until I could feel it stiffening, getting into my throat. He said: “Just get it hard baby. You know you want it to spit its load in your pussy. You can taste it later. We are gonna fuck like you need it.”

Fully stiff, he pulled back, and I got the lube, and put some on his cock, and wiped it across my ass. As I moved to the pillows, he got between my legs, and pushed into me. Using just two strokes to get deep in me, he looked down, smiled and took my nipples between his thumb and fingers.

He said: “How have you been? Did you miss this, baby? Is this what it takes to make you happy?”

I said: “Marcus, baby, I needed this so much. I want you to take care of me. I am so horny for you. Fuck me baby. Take me where you know I need to be, tonight. I want you.”

He began pushing in and out, getting harder, fucking stronger, going deeper, until I was taking him easy, feeling his cock shape my hole. I pulled my knees to my shoulders and offered my ass to him, and he pinched, and pulled my nipples as he fucked me. I took him well, and moved my ass to get the most from him.

He was making my already sensitive nipples, even more sensitive by irritating them, and then he let go and laid his chest on them as he gave me the cock that I loved. He had his arms outside my legs, holding me in a tight wad, making me nothing more than a pussy within the wad. In this position, he could give me the full length of his cock, and add a hard push at the bottom of each stroke.

I was getting it like I loved it, and wanted him to know. I said: “Baby, you know how to bring it to me. I love it when you work on my pussy. Take it, and use it for your cock. Pound me hard, and get the fucking you need. I’ve wanted you so much all week.”

He said: “You are going to get a good load. I ain’t had no pussy escort kayaşehir for two days, and I need to blow my nut into you. Take some snake, bitch, and feel my meat.”

He was slamming into me, hitting my nutsack with pelvis, slapping his nuts against my ass cheeks with every stroke. He knew how to fuck, and my pussy loved the beating that he was giving it. I was feeling good and I began to shake, feeling an orgasm that felt like it might make me pass out.

“Oh God, Baby! I am cumming. Fuck me, keep on fucking me. Don’t cum yet, just fuck me. Give me that black cock and use your black ass to push it deep. I love being under you, baby. Fuck me.” I wailed as he pounded me.

I clenched his arms with my hands, nearly digging my fingernails into him, as he brought me to an intense peak. He then pulled further back on a stroke, slammed into me, and stayed deep, saying: “Take it bitch. Take my seed. Take it all up in you.”

As he finished spurting, and his cock stopped pulsing, he released my legs and they fell to the side, nearly useless. He laid his full weight on me, and just rested there.

I said, softly: “I’m your bitch, baby. I love to feel you on me, to feel you cum in me, and to feel your strong body hammering that beautiful cock into me. You have made me yours.”

His cock was still hard, and as he pushed his chest off mine, I could feel it moving inside me. He pushed one of my legs flat, then rolled us over, putting me on top with his cock still buried in me. He then worked my legs up, so that my knees were beside his chest.

I began to stroke on him, raising my pussy up, and then letting it down, feeling his cock as it slid back into me. I swayed my ass from side to side as I stroked, and felt new pleasure, making me want him to pound me more.

I asked “Baby, please, will you put me on my face and take me hard? Please? I want to feel you fuck me like I need it. I want it, baby. Please?”

He said: “Get back on those pillows and put your ass in the air. You learned well last weekend. You need to be my black cock slut, don’t you?

As I moved into position, I replied: “Yes baby, I am your slut. I need you to fuck me hard like only you can do it. Beat my pussy baby. Make it know that it is yours.”

He got on me, went deep and laid his chest on my back. He got my wrists and pushed them to the head of the bed and started fucking me. I was taking him easily, and could feel his cock head when it hit bottom with each stroke. This was the kind of fucking that I had dreamed about for so many years. I was under one hell of a man, who was pounding one hell of a cock deep into my ass pussy.

Having just cum, I knew that I was in for a long ride, and was looking forward to it. He got comfortable on my back and just deep stroked me, keeping my pussy trembling, wanting him to keep on and never stop.

Having Marcus pound himself into me from behind gave me his cock, and let me move my ass to both please him more, and to give me the moves that let me feel this cock the best. As he fucked me, I wondered how any sex loving woman could have this once and not want it forever. I knew that I was sold on black cock. He, more than anyone I have ever been in bed with, gave me the physical sex that I loved.

Marcus and I fucked for quite awhile, and he had me totally open to his cock. The only discomfort was when he hit bottom with his strokes, but even then, he was giving me what I had wanted for so long. I wanted to be filled, and feeling his pelvis crash into mine as his cockhead hit the bottom of my pussy, let me know that I had all the cock I could take, and all the cock that he had to give. He gave it well, and I did my best to take it well.

I had several orgasms as he fucked me and was building to another one, and told him so, moaning: “Baby, you are tearing me up. How many of these do I have to give you tonight? How long can I take this? I am cumming again, baby.”

He began hammering harder, and I knew that he was about to shoot a nut into me. He dropped onto my back, slammed his cock into me and began spurting. I was fucked, totally, sufficiently, and had a pussy full of cum to show for it.

I was sore but I had gotten what I wanted. Marcus rolled off me, and laid on his back beside me. He put a finger in my ass and said: “You escort anadolu yakası got what you needed, didn’t you, baby? You know that you need me to fix your hole for you.”

I leaned toward him, and said: “Baby you took care of me. I needed to feel you in me. I wanted you on me. I love being fucked by you. I love feeling you put your seed in me. I love your black cock so much.”

He said: “I talked to Kendrick and he wants to get some more of this white ass pussy of yours too. I will have you come over and spend a night with him and I soon. I like to watch his big cock at work in your pussy. You keep taking care of my friends and I will give you all of this cock that you can take. I never fucked an old white guy before, but you put it down good.”

I said: “Baby, I don’t need those other guys and their cocks. I need you and your cock. If you want me to fuck them, I will do it for you, but It is you that I want to be under.”

Working his finger around in my ass he replied: “You liked having Kendrick in your ass. You got off good when he was breeding your pussy, didn’t you?”

I said: “Yes baby, I did. He gave it to me good, but it is you and yours that does it best. I think of you all the time that you are not with me. You have fixed my ass so that I can feel your cock even when it isn’t in me. But you made me your black cock slut, so I will take care of your friends if you want me to. I will do anything to be able to have you fuck me, Marcus. I am yours.”

He pulled my hand to his cock. I don’t know how he does it, but like the few black men that I have known, he kept it nearly stiff, even after that hard pounding and shooting his nut into me. Every white guy I had known went soft after he had cum. I considered sucking him off, but knew that he would be able to last a long time before cumming. I just jacked it slowly, looking it over, more than I had before, studying it.

I gave in to my wishes and lowered my mouth to it, and took it in my mouth, letting my tongue dance around the head, filling my mouth with it. Having cleaned myself out well, there was no foul taste, no mess, just the smooth, sliding brought by the astrolube that we had used. Pushing him into my throat was easy. I wanted to feel his whole twelve inches inside my mouth and throat, and began working him deeper by stroking up and down on him.

When I first started testing my throat with toys, I would gag with half his length, and much smaller diameter in me. Having learned how to relax, I was now able to actually enjoy having him in my throat, and being able to leave him deep in me for a few seconds. With him lodged in my throat, I could swallow, causing a constriction along my throat that he could feel.

Marcus liked what I was doing and put his hands on my head to stroke himself. He wasn’t making me do it faster, just having me keep him deep in me for a little longer. I knew I was pleasing my man, and wanted him to get the best from me. Feeling his crotch hair on my face was unbelievably erotic. I knew that I could take care of him. As I sucked, I felt for, and found, his nutsack. I began kneading his nuts, feeling their size, and thinking that I wanted to see if he would enjoy having me put them in my mouth.

I was no longer jacking his cock with one hand, but had it laid over his thigh, hugging him to my face as he face fucked me. I slowly pulled him to his side, letting myself fall to my side, and then he got the idea and started fucking into my face. Feeling his cock going into my mouth, deep into my throat with each stroke, let me feel just how strong he really was. I wanted that strength to be pounding into my pussy again.

Pulling my face off his cock, I moaned: “On me, baby. Please get on me and fuck me again. I want to be on my back so I can help, and I want to see your face as you fuck me. Take me, baby. Take me hard, please?”

He got back between my legs, and using the lube that I had in me, pushed in, and slammed his cock to the bottom of my hole. I loved this kind of fucking, and he knew how to give it to me. My legs were spread, my knees were pulled up, and with my ass on the two pillows, he could slam to the bottom. With my feet on the mattress, I could move around, swiveling my ass under him, putting him all over in my pussy.

As Marcus drove escort avrupa yakası his beautiful cock into me, he smiled and asked: “What is it that you like about this cock so much, baby? Why do you want me to be the one fucking you instead of some gay white guy? When did you know that you loved this black snake of mine?”

Taking him deeply, with him pushing hard, I breathed: “I love the way you push your cock into me. I love that it is long and thick. I love that you stay hard after you cum. No white guy could do to me what you do.”

Teasing me he said: “Have you tried one? What if a white guy gave you cock like I am giving you? What if he could slam your ass like this.” As he hit bottom, hard, pushing me deep into the mattress.

I said: “Baby, you know that there ain’t no white man that can put the meat to the heat like you can. Just like no young punk can fuck like you can. And, there damned sure ain’t no white guy that would look as good to me, as a strong black man looks. Call me racist, but if it isn’t black, I don’t want it. If you were through with me, my search would be for a black to replace you. Henri first, now you have convinced me that waiting for black was worth the wait.”

I ground my ass around on his cock harder than ever, and held his arms tight in my hands as he took me on the ride. There was no more pain in my pussy, and I was taking him beautifully, feeling every inch that he was putting to me. His pubic hair was brushing on my nuts with every down stroke, letting me know that I was getting as much of his length as I could take.

He owned me, and I didn’t mind that one bit. I wailed: “Fuck me, baby. You are splitting me open, and my pussy won’t be able to feel a smaller cock, but fuck me. Oh, fuck, this is so good. You have made me into your cock loving slut. Tear my ass up, and get what you need, Marcus. I am loving this.”

He was giving me the longest of his strokes, pulling back so far that several times he came clear out of me. He didn’t need to use his hand to guide his cock to my hole as it seemed to know just where to go. On the down stroke, he would hit bottom, making me thankful that his cock head wasn’t as hard as his shaft.

He said: “You are taking this thing good. You are still tight, but not holding me back. When Kendrick and I fuck you, we will give you so much cock that you can’t walk. We are going to try to keep a hard cock in you for the whole night. When one of us busts our nut, the other will be right inside you. You will love the way we open you up.”

As he talked and fucked me, I was getting close to another orgasm. When it caught me, I wailed: “Gawd, baby, I am cumming. You are taking it again. I am so full of you, baby, please, please, don’t take this away from me. I want to fuck you forever. Nobody can get me like you can. I love feeling you on top of me. I love your body on mine. I am cumming!”

He kept stroking and then stopped, deep inside me and said: “Bitch, you are taking another one out of me. Where do you want it? In your mouth?”

Breathing heavily, I said: “Yes, Marcus. Put it in my mouth, baby. Give me your seed. I want to taste you again.”

He pulled out, and pulled my head up to his cock, and as I put it to my mouth, I jacked him, making him spurt his load into me. Rolling it in my mouth, I could taste it, and could tell that even after cumming before, that he still had a lot of cum. I swallowed his load, and he got off me, letting me get off the pillows and get to my feet. I could feel that I had been well fucked, and knew that I had given my best to my man.

Finished for the night, Marcus dressed and we went into the living room. Sitting in the sofa, he put a hand on my thigh and said: “This weekend I will be having a party at my place, and you will be there. You need to meet a couple more of my friends, and Kendrick will be there too. I will call you and let you know when to show up.”

I asked why he wanted me to be there, saying that he was all that I wanted.

He squeezed my inner thigh hard, and said: “You will be there because my bros want to see the white ass that can take big meat. Have you heard of Mandingo? We are Mandingo, and it is my night to host. We will give you the Mandingo four and four.”

I asked: “What is this Mandingo four and four, baby?”

Laughing, he replied: “Be there and you will learn. You will like it. I have to go now, and thanks for calling me when you need a good fuck. I hope that I satisfied you for now.”

When he left, I got in the shower. I knew what Mandingo was, but I was puzzled by the “Mandingo four and four”.

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Business , Pleasure Ch. 03

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I have not written for a while, despite several unusual and pleasurable experiences. I wanted to share my third “business with pleasure” experience. The interesting difference here, my business colleague happened o be a first timer, much like me a few months prior.

It all started with an extended corporate assignment in Montreal Canada, where I was staying in a very well appointed hotel. I was working regularly with a colleague (Jim) about my age that was also staying in another hotel. We were at dinner one evening with a group, and got chatting about sports. He mentioned that he enjoyed playing basketball and had taken a short term membership at the local YMCA, where he went 2 or 3 evenings a week to shoot hoops. After I told him I was also in Bball, he invited me with a guest pass the following Wednesday.

We met in the lobby and proceeded to get into our gym wear, and had fun playing a little one on one. After we were done, we were planning on hitting the showers, then using the whirlpool and steam room. However when we got back to the locker room, my cell phone was buzzing. I had an issue that needed some attention. So we grabbed a quick shower before I left. While we were in the shower, I glanced and noticed Jim was nicely endowed and in pretty good shape. I apologized for my quick departure and asked Jim if he wanted to get together on Friday evening at my hotel. I mentioned we had a large pool, whirlpool and sauna. Jim said it was a plan and he would bring a bottle of wine.

On Friday, Jim showed up at my room with his bathing suit and wine. I welcomed him in and put the wine on ice. I suggested we get changed in the room to avoid lockers. Jim agreed, and we started to undress. I watched Jim out of the corner of my eye as his pulled off his briefs revealing his nice cut cock. He then put on his Speedo, which suited his trim body. I had a longer leg spandex suit which I also put on, being a little embarrassed by my semi hard cock. I tried to fix it in my suit, and saw that Jim was watching.

We boarded the elevator to the spa, and when we arrived, we both went in the pools for a couple laps. Friday is a very quiet night as most business people are not in town and only a couple people were in the area exercise room. From the pool we went to the Whirlpool and were the only ones there. I sat across from Jim and we chatted about everything, Sakarya Escort Sports, food, etc. I was sliding under the water, when my foot, glanced off Jims foot. I moved it away. A few seconds later, Jim’s foot brushed mine. I was leaning back and purposely let my leg, slide up against his. And left it there for a second or two before moving. Again a few seconds later, Jim’s leg brushed against mine, and it slid down. I was turned on by the touches. A couple minutes later Jim suggested we try out the men’s Sauna.

We got out and headed a few feet to the private men’s area where I slid off my suit and wrapped a towel around me to hide my cock. Jim saw this and also got out of his suit and followed me into the 100 degree empty sauna. I climbed to the second bench level and parked myself against the corner wall and Jim sat on the same level a few feet away. I put one foot on the same level which forced my towel open exposing my cock and balls. Jim and I continued our random discussions but I noticed he was glancing between my legs from time to time. I decided to discreetly test the waters so said I had a good story about the sauna. His eyes perked up as I told Jim that a couple weeks earlier, I was in the Sauna alone when another younger guy came in and sat at the end of the same bench I was on. The guy seemed to be looking at me and I felt a little uncomfortable as he stared at my cock. Before I knew it the guy was playing with himself and proceeded to jerk off in the sauna. I was shocked and amazed, but also watched him shoot his load on the floor. The guy got up and left smiling at me as he passed. Jim was notably intrigued and turned towards me and also put his leg up on the bench. I saw that his cock was aroused as it fell out of his towel front. Jim said he also saw something unusual, that when he was in Chicago, he went to the pool and after in the shower area, a black older gentlemen in the shower opposite was jerking his 8 or 9 inch cock knowing that Jim was watching, the guy finished unloading every ounce of his juices on the wall. Jim admitted that it was an exciting experience and went to his room and jerked himself off.

I told him, that I had walked into a steam room at another hotel and realized in the fog that two guys were in there with me sitting together. I realized that they were nude and after I relaxed a ways Adapazarı Escort away, the proceeded to play with each other, and that one guy went down on the other, which I had never seen before. I looked over at Jim and saw he was rock hard as was I. I grabbed my cock to try to cover my embarrassment. Jim was stumbling to do the same.

I asked if he wanted to head to the showers as the Spa was closing in 15 minutes. He agreed and we wrapped the towels around us and headed to the showers carrying our suits. We got there to find the spa attendant scrubbing down the showers. I said to Jim, that we could just use the shower in my room and he agreed. We headed up to the room, with the towels still wrapped around our waists. We arrived and I asked him if he wanted a glass of wine before the shower. We slurped the wine while sitting on the king size bed, when I asked Jim if he had any other unusual stories. He shyly said, just one, when he was booked at a conference, but with hotels oversold, he was sent to a small bed and breakfast. He did not realize it until he checked in that it was a clothing optional gay B&B. He said he went to his room, and then went to the have dinner. He had had a few beers with dinner and was light headed when he arrived back at the B&B. It was early so he decided to go to the Den where the TV was. He mentioned that there was one other guy there, who was just wearing his boxers. He acknowledged him and asked if he wanted a beer and Jim agreed. The guy asked if he wanted to watch a video, Jim said sure, not expecting the guy to put a gay porno one in. Jim said he watched in awe, and the other guy played with himself. Jim said he went to the room and had an amazing orgasm.

I asked Jim if he enjoyed it. He cautiously admitted that it was a turn on. I was hard and could see Jim was as well. Not sure what to do, I asked if we wanted to take that shower. I offered to scrub his back if he did mine. We jokingly agreed and got up. I got the water temp right and motioned Jim to get in. I gave him a bar of soap. He was still semi hard as was I. He got under the shower and started soaping up. I soaped up my hands and started on his shoulders, neck and back. He commented that the massage and soap felt great and seemed to relax. I went further down his back, letting soap run down the crack of his taught ass. I got on one knee, Serdivan Escort and washed one left they the back of his other. As I moved up his legs, my hand went under his ass and then washed his ass lightly abs I moved back to his back. My hard cock was touching his ass crack.

Jim commented that it was my turn and turned around. His hard cock was pointed up and was covered with soap. Our cocks touched as he turned towards me, in the shower tub. I slowly turned around and Jim did the same to me, but let his cock linger between my legs more then I did. I pushed back a bit on his cock. He let it stay between my legs. After he appeared to be finished, I turned towards him and commented that he looked turned on. He commented that the shower was a real turn on and he was thinking of our stories. I told him that I often jerked off in the shower and stated to play with my cock. He started with his, as I watched him. I asked if I could touch his, he looked at me, said “I guess” and took his hand off. I soaped up my hand and slid it over his rigid cock, gently moving up and down, paying special attention to his throbbing head. His eyes closed and his head leaned back and he let out a gentle moan or pleasure. I used my other soapy hand to massage his dangling balls, which with came a deeper moan. He put one hand on my shoulder as I played a little quicker. To my surprise, he leaned towards me and placed his head next to mine. His hand went down to my thigh, and then gently grasped my ass, pulling me towards him. He then let his hand touch my cock and in a fumbling way, played with my cock. Our faces were close, and I kissed his cheek, and he turned to me, and our lips engaged. He seemed so enthralled and overcome. I moved my lips towards his chest then towards his waist.

I had my hands on his ass, when I opened my mouth around his beautiful cock. He almost fell over in excitement as I welcomed his cock in and out of my mouth. After a minute or so, I came back up to his welcome lips. He grabbed the soap and with some lather, he grabbed his cock and quickly exploded all over my waiting leg. I followed while he watched. We both stood there worn out, relieved and very clean. He smiled at me and said that this was great. That he had been very curious and interested and was glad it was with someone he knew and was comfortable with. We dried off and had some more wine laying nude on the bed.

I suggested he stay over, but he had an early meeting, but we agreed to another rendezvous the following week. Our little secret, out mutual pleasure, got lost when our assignment was over. I still think of him when I shower to this day.

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Consoling the Widowed Neighbor

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“You sure I can’t get you boys anything before I turn in?” Melody Parker asked us as she prepared to go upstairs, and after her husband Paul told her we were fine she smiled and gave her husband a kiss before taking a couple of steps around the bar to give me a peck on the cheek as well.

“Goodnight Melody,” I called out to her back as she headed upstairs, my eyes following her chunky butt as she left us men alone.

Melody wasn’t really my type, as I’ve usually gravitated towards more full-figured women like my late wife, although my next door neighbor’s pear-shaped body was pleasant enough to the eye even if her facial features were stereotypical of the librarian she was.

The kiss though was something new. Since my wife passed away the year before the two of them had almost adopted me, inviting me over for cookouts and pool parties, and although at 60 I was about as old as the two of them combined, I was glad for the distraction and the time fillers.

The kiss was the second one Melody had ever given me, with the first being after their pool party, and while I thought the kiss from Melody was probably from a couple extra cocktails, I didn’t shove her away.

Melody’s husband Paul was another story all together. Paul was one I had figured out quite a while ago, and nothing that happened since then had changed my mind. Paul was interested in me but was obviously too timid to make the first move.

Like his wife, Paul seemed very straight-laced and they both came off as nerd-ish bookworms, but we all know that sometimes you can’t tell a book by the cover. I wasn’t sure that Paul was gay, but I had little doubt that Paul was not adverse to the affections of his own gender.

That didn’t bother me a bit, and the reason for that was I had enjoyed sex with men all my life, and many of them were gentleman who I shared with my dear wife. We were a great couple and part of that was the fact that I knew she liked young men, and Ella knew that I did too.

Whether the two of us would have ever dragged Paul into our bed – and his wife as well – was uncertain but my wife’s illness and too-soon passing eliminated that possibility from the start, so they thought of me as the kindly old gentleman next door whose heart was pure and was still grieving. They were right about the grieving part but if they knew what was in my mind they would know that my heart was far from pure and while I’m well-mannered and respectful, I’m no gentleman.

With Melody upstairs it was just us guys, and as I accepted Paul’s offer of another bottle of Miller High Life, I sensed that the young man was dying to say something but lacked the nerve. Paul kept pushing his glasses back up his nose, and I don’t know whether he was intimidated by my age or height, since I was a head taller than Paul even though we were both slender.

We made some small talk, and then Paul brought up the pool party he had last week. After clearing his throat a few times he casually mentioned that he was glad I had a good time and wished that they had more female friends who were unattached so they could introduce me to them.

“You mean some women who are unattached and old, right Paul?” I chided while winking at the man behind the bar who even though he was 30 barely looked old enough to drink, looking a bit like a young Rick Moranis.

“No – heck no Steve,” Paul stammered as he came around his bar to join me at a stool. “You’re a handsome man and you look much younger than your age – act it too – and you look darn good in a bathing suit as well. That wasn’t me saying that of course. Melody said that to me that night after the party broke up.”

“I think she was just being kind,” I said although I had felt her eyes on me that day, but I think that what Paul was crediting to his wife were also things that went through his mind.

“No, she’s very fond of you. I think she’s a fan of yours, and not just because of your writings either,” Paul added, although my literary career was modest at best, but I nodded thanks while pretty much forcing Paul to keep talking.

“That bathing suit of yours,” Paul said, shaking his head, and as he struggled for words I noticed that his hands were trembling as they tapped the frosty bottle.

“Oh that old thing,” I said of the aged olive green trunks which were almost as old as Paul. “I’m sure it’s way out of style, but I haven’t done much swimming in recent years.”

“No – It wasn’t that,” Paul blurted out as sweat beaded up on his forehead and he tried to think of what to say. “I mean it was – you know – when it was wet you could really see – I mean not actually see – but you could see the outline of your – you know?”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that,” I said, which was bullshit.

“No, I mean it wasn’t your fault. The trunks were really baggy,” Paul explained. “But Melody noticed and…”

“Oh dear, I’m so sorry. I’ll apologize to the poor girl because that wasn’t my intention to embarrass her or myself for that matter,” I said, and while it was true that the loose fitting Sakarya Escort trunks weren’t supposed to be revealing, it couldn’t be helped.

“No, she wasn’t embarrassed,” Paul assured me as sweat rolled down the sides of his face, not an easy task because his basement was cool, and then he let out a nervous laugh while continuing. “As a matter-of-fact, when we got to bed and we started talking about you, she got kind of – well, she was like an animal. She’s not usually like that.”

“Oh?” I said as I swiveled in the stool to face my neighbor, whose face was getting red.

“Yeah,” Paul said, and after taking a deep breath added, “She’s not used to anything like that, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m not quite sure,” I said, although I clearly did know what he was talking about, but I enjoyed watching him squirm while trying to say everything but what he felt.

“You know. I mean I’m not very – you know,” Paul stammered as he seemed to be trying to break the world’s record for the most times saying you know in one night. “I mean you’re obviously very well endowed.”

“I don’t know about that,” I replied.

“Yeah. Melody, she said that you look like you could be in one of those dirty movies.”

“Now what would you two know about dirty movies?” I kidded, adding, “What would Father O’Reilly say?”

“Oh you wouldn’t tell…” Paul said in a panic before he saw I was playing around. “No, we have a VHS tape player and sometimes I go up to Schenectady to Adult World and rent a couple of movies.”

“All the way to Schenectady from here?” I said of the 15 mile trip from our neighborhood of Bethlehem just outside of Albany.

“Don’t want to rent them around here, in case anybody saw me,” Paul explained. “Don’t tell Melody I told you about this.”

“I won’t, but I am surprised that Melody would watch movies of that nature, seeing as she’s so prim and proper,” I said.

“Oh, she has her moments,” Paul said and then told me that I hoped I didn’t think they weren’t sex fiends or anything for watching pornography.

“On the contrary, I think it’s a healthy thing for a couple to do. Ella and I used to watch them too, although me started watching them on our Beta player.”

“Really?” Paul replied, and after I nodded he told me who I reminded his wife of.

“John Holmes,” Paul told me. “She said that he looked like him only you were better looking.”

“I think I’ve heard of him,” I told Paul, which was silly because I was very familiar with his work.

“Yeah, she likes him because he’s got a – you know?” Paul said, holding his hands wide apart, and then when I asked him who he liked he mentioned Kay Parker and Lisa DeLeuuw, cupping his hands in front of himself.

“Oh, you like the busty ladies?”

“Yeah, I guess we like to look at people who aren’t like either of us. Melody, she’s kind of small on top – really small – and so seeing big breasts every once in a while is a change.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” I told my neighbor who wasn’t exactly breaking news to me that his wife was pretty much flat-chested since I had peeked down the top of her modest bathing suit that afternoon enough to learn that the little swells in the front were mostly padding and not nearly as full as her bottom. “You make a very handsome couple.”

“And me, I’m not – you know – nothing like John Holmes, that’s for sure, if you know what I mean.”

“I’m sure you please Melody just fine,” I assured Paul, who seemed to be melting down in front of me judging by his drenched shirt.

“I’m not sure – the way she was looking at you in your bathing suit – I’ll bet if you ever came over one day when I wasn’t here she probably wouldn’t say no,” Paul said with a swallow, and I wasn’t sure whether that was something he feared or wanted.

“You don’t have to worry about that Paul because I’m no home-wrecker,” I made clear, patting him on a damp shoulder. “I think you make too much of Melody looking at John Holmes. She doesn’t get upset when you stare at Kay Parker, right?”

“No.”

“And I’ll bet that she looks at Kay Parker too,” I suggested, and after Paul shrugged I threw in, “After all, I suspect you look at John Holmes too, don’t you?”

Paul’s head jerked upright at that, his eyes like a deer in the headlights, and it took him a bit before he answered, “Yeah, it’s kind of tough not to. I mean he’s in the movie.”

“That he is,” I replied, and then followed a moment of very awkward silence during which Paul took a long swallow of his beer before facing me again, and after a series of stammers and stutters managed to say what he meant.

“Can you – take it out?” Paul asked, his nervous twitching getting close to resembling a seizure.

“Pardon?” I asked, because while I thought I was ready for just about anything at this point, this managed to surprise me.

“You penis. I was just wondering if you could take it out for a second,” Paul repeated, and when I asked why Paul said he was curious.

“I’m Adapazarı Escort sure you’ve seen other guy’s cocks before,” I replied. “Back in the locker room at school?”

“Not really,” Paul responded, and then began to babble about getting excused from gym class all through high school. “If you don’t want to, I understand. I sure wouldn’t do it if somebody asked. It’s just that I’m – I dunno. Curious.”

“What if Melody comes down here?” I said, and after Paul said she wouldn’t ever do that because she knew better, whatever that meant, I added, “What would she think of me – or you for that matter if she saw me standing here with my cock out?”

“You can hear anybody that gets near the door because the landing upstairs squeaks,” Paul explained, and that was something I knew from being down here before so many times.

“Please?” he added, almost begging, and at that I sighed and got up from the stool, with Paul doing the same thing and taking a step back.

“It’s not going to jump out at you,” I kidded as I grabbed my zipper and started tugging it down, but then I stopped halfway.

“You do it, Paul,” I said as I let go and put my hands on my hips, realizing that Paul wanted – needed to be dominated and was welcoming the chance to be submissive.

“Me? I’m not that kind of… I can’t,” he complained and after I reminded him that he was the one that wanted to see it and started to sit back down he asked me if I was mad at him.

“Not mad, just confused,” I admitted while talking in a stage whisper. “Besides, I didn’t come close to believing you never saw another guy’s cock before, so don’t try to tell me you never touched another before either. It’s not like it’s something to be ashamed of.”

“Yes,” Paul said softly. “A long time ago.”

“Interesting. Something you’d like to share with me?” I inquired, and after Paul shook is head I asked, “Something unpleasant happen?”

“No,” Paul said, and then added unsurprisingly. ” he was my teacher when I was at Albany Academy.”

“Really? And you liked him?”

“Oh yes. He was wonderful. I guess I loved him.”

“What happened?”

“He – we got caught,” Paul said as his facial expression changed. “The principal.”

“Oh.” I replied while Paul wrestled with his inner demons.

“Okay,” Paul suddenly said, so I stood back up and waited with my hands on my hips.

“Hope you have a good alibi for Melody if she shows up,” I hoped.

The zipper on those old trousers had gone down thousands of times, and I would have wagered that if you added all of time involved it wasn’t much more that the time it took Paul to. If he was trying to tease me he was doing a great job of it.

Paul’s right hand reached into my fly and fumbled around for an eternity just trying to get inside the boxers. When his hand finally dug in and found it, his breathing got louder and faster, and then he had to struggle to pull it out of the fly.

After he succeeded in pulling out Paul sort of lost his grip and so it just hung out there obscenely while my neighbor stared at it and I looked at him. Then his hand went back and wrapped his fingers around it, and it was then when everything changed in my mind.

Up until then I was pretty much playing with Paul, enjoying his discomfort as he struggled with his own desires, but feeling the touch of another’s hand on my cock – a man’s hand – which hadn’t happened in quite a while, brought back memories and I think seeing the wedding band on one of fingers being used made it even better.

“How big is it?” Paul asked as he looked at the brown snake his fist was wrapped around, his expression not that of a thirty year old but that of some kid half his age, and this was exciting to me as well for whatever reason. “Looks as big as my arm.”

“I don’t know about that,” I replied, reveling in the awe he was showing towards my aged tool. “I do know that thanks to you it’s getting bigger.”

“I know. I can feel it pulsating,” Paul said, and when I brought my hands down he started to pull away until I explained.

“The bottom of my zipper – cutting into me,” I told my neighbor, and after saying that I was hoping he was right about Melody not coming back down, I undid my belt and pants and then unsnapped my boxers and let them drop down also so I was standing there bare-assed while my neighbor continued to slowly pump my thickening organ with his sweaty hand.

“Wish I was built like you,” Paul whispered, as he shifted his grip on my cock. “I think Melody does too.”

“I don’t think it makes much difference – it’s you she loves,” I opined. “Size is overrated.”

“Easy for you to say,” Paul retorted as he pulled hard on me, trying to see how far it would stretch. “Am I hurting you?”

“No Paul, far from it. It’s been a while since any hand but mine has touched me there,” I explained. “Been about 4 years since another guy did it. It’s different, but in a good way.”

“You – you have been with other guys?” Paul asked with an Serdivan Escort stunned expression, and after I nodded he seemed to be less embarrassed about what he as doing to me.

“You keep getting harder and it keeps getting longer too,” Paul said.

“You can use both hands if you like,” I suggested, and with little hesitation I had two sweaty hands on my cock milking me.

“Can you still cum?” Paul asked. “I mean, I know when you get older…”

“Oh yes, I can still get hard and I can still cum,” I assured my neighbor.

“I could never last this long,” Paul confessed. “The minute I start playing with myself I shoot. I know I cum too fast for Melody.”

“That right? Well, why don’t you take off your slacks and let’s find out about that,” I suggested, and when he looked a little conflicted I added, “Hey, we’ve had a few beers and we’re a little silly. Besides, I feel funny standing here like this while you’re fully dressed.”

“I couldn’t,” Paul responded, shaking his head at the suggestion.

“Then maybe I can,” I said, and with that a reached over and grabbed him by the belt. “I think all you need is a little coaxing. I can already see how excited you are.”

There had been a tent forming in the front of Paul’s khakis, and although Paul took one of his hands off my cock and put it on my wrist to stop me his grip was weak and he wasn’t moving like he wanted to get away. Paul did shake his head and mumbled, “Please don’t,” but his other fist remained onto my cock like a lifeline while my hand deftly undid both the belt and the clasp on his slacks.

When the clasp came free, the weight of the things in Paul’s pockets and gravity took over, and as the slacks slid down Paul’s lightly tanned and practically hairless legs he made a face as if he was in pain, clenching his eyes closed as his hand trembled on me.

“That wasn’t so difficult, was it Paul?” I asked as I looked at him standing there in his tight white underwear, and although he was visibly shaken one thing was unfazed.

I smiled at the way his dick stuck out against the cotton, and I knew that the wet spot on the otherwise brilliantly white fabric was not from incontinence, which was why I was perfectly willing to reach down and rub the bulge with my finger.

“Oh my,” I said as Paul’s whole body shook from my touch. “You’re even harder than I am.”

“Please,” Paul whimpered as my hand went up to the elastic of his briefs.

“It’s okay,” I assured my neighbor who still had his eyes clenched shut with the fist squeezing my cock showing surprising strength. “You don’t want me to stop – any more than you wanted that teacher to stop years ago.”

“I know what you really want,” I informed Paul when I slipped my hand under the elastic of his briefs and reached down, “And I know you don’t really want me to stop.”

“Oh!” Paul gasped when after my fingers slid through a modest tuft of pubic hair they found his prick and the little fellow was hot and as hard as steel.

“See? Doesn’t that feel good?” I asked as I held his dick in the cramped confines of his underwear for a few seconds before letting go so I could ease the briefs down his thighs a bit. “There. And you can open your eyes you know. It’s okay.”

I was kind of glad that Paul had his eyes closed when I first took his underwear down because even though I was prepared to see something that wouldn’t be all that visually imposing, I suspect that my poker face had probably cracked a bit when I saw how small Paul’s dick was.

I’ve seen and held countless cocks in my time of every shape and size in my life, but none as modest as Paul’s endowment. The ghostly pale dick was no bigger than a thumb, with the head of his circumcised tool about as big as an olive, and if I had to use a word to describe it I would have picked adorable, much like the way Paul opened his eyes expecting admonishment.

“Okay?” I asked my neighbor, who nodded and then joined me in looking down at our cocks waving near each other, and while I wanted to reach down and take hold of Paul again I was afraid he would ejaculate at first touch because there was a bead of pre-cum on the tip of his dick already so I let him do what he wanted.

“See you little it is?” Paul asked me, and as our cocks did this kind of air ballet around each other I was going to pooh-pooh his observation but that would have sounded foolish given the facts.

“Feels nice, doesn’t it?” I said to my neighbor as he brought the tip of his cock over to mine, and when I realized what he was doing I gripped my shaft to steady it as his pale cone eased into my foreskin, and we both shuddered when the tips touched. “That’s it, push it in harder.”

Because I have a rather long foreskin, Paul was able to push his glans in there, sharing my shroud. I sensed by the expression on his face that this must have been something his former teacher had done with him and he was reliving this again through me.

That was alright by me because not only did it feel nice, the visuals involved were erotic too. Seeing Paul’s stem almost being swallowed up by my cock, with the lump his dick caused under my foreskin resembling a mouse being swallowed by a snake, was so hot that I used my free hand to grab the bulbous lump hard, and the second I did I saw Paul’s face contort.

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Council of Elders Ch. 06

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I light of the comments by “Anonymous” I have decided to make a list of things I shall never do as long as I write.

1. We the people do hereby swear never to describe a world in which male pregnancy can happen. Ever.

2. We the people do hereby swear never to make a really good monogamous couple have a threesome for NO GOOD REASON WHATSOATALL. You know who you are.

3. We the people do hereby swear never to make characters unnecessarily miserable and useless, even if they’re totally submissive power-bottoms.

4. We the people do hereby swear never to write more than a few lines of song lyrics, even if a character is singing said song. If readers can’t work out the songs from the clues provided, they should have their Rainbow Badges confiscated.

Enough with all that then.

***

Fenris dreamt. He was wrapped in heavy coats that weighed him down; he was getting uncomfortably hot in all the clothes and began to shout out for someone to help get him out of them. A hand reached into his line of sight and he grabbed at it gratefully. He pulled on the hand but it turned into a long claw that slashed at him. He tried to pull away, but he couldn’t get enough distance between the claw and his throat.

“Freddie!” a voice crashed into his dream and he woke with a start.

Fenris’ eyes snapped open and he sat up, breathing heavily. At first, he was still half-asleep and he turned from side to side to avoid the claws that vanished like trails of smoke in the morning air. He stopped his rapid turns and wiped his brow, swatting at the sweat that clung to his hair.

“Freddie, are you okay? You were moaning and I thought I should wake you up.” Owen had a concerned look on his young face.

“No, it’s… I’m fine.” He grumbled, scratching at the daily growth of stubble that would have taken a normal man a week to produce.

“So…. Aliens huh?” Owen had his eyebrows raised and a smirk that worried the werewolf intensely.

“I’m sorry man. Caesar gets a little weird sometimes, but he’s a good guy.” Fenris tried to smile, but he was too exhausted to lift his cheeks enough to pull it off.

“He’s one sick puppy alright.” Owen glanced quickly at Fenris but didn’t get any response from the tired werewolf.

“You can say that again,” Fenris lay back and Owen giggled, Fenris sat up and realised a moment later that he wasn’t wearing any clothes.

‘Fuck!’ He thought to himself. ‘They must have torn when I transformed.’

“Do you always sleep naked? Things must have gotten a bit hairy last night.” Owen choked down a bubble of laughter, but Fenris still didn’t notice the wording.

“Mmmm, yeah, hairy.” Fenris parroted before catching up with the rest of the boy’s sentence. “Wait? What?”

Owen stood up, placed his hands on his hips and bent down over Fenris. He made a playful growling noise and then swiped at the werewolf’s furred chest. Fenris considered his next move, goldfishing wildly.

“You could have told me that you occasionally turn into a giant… thing, but noooooooo. I had to be scared out of my knickers when you come clomping through the trees at some ungodly hour and come and rest your head on my lap for the rest of the night.”

Caesar popped out of the ground in front of Owen and shouted “BOO!” at the top of his lungs. The young man jumped back in shock and proceeded to chase the elderly werewolf around the campfire, apparently unfazed by the old man’s ability to appear from thin air. This momentary delay gave Fenris time to think of something witty and intelligent to say.

“Uhhhh…” he croaked, blinking stupidly. Owen stopped chasing Caesar and stood over Fenris.

“Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t offended or anything. It was quite nice really; your fur is very soft.” Owen giggled again and sat down next to the confused werewolf.

“At least this way, we can finally be honest with each other.” Fenris breathed out. “So for starters, you should know that my name isn’t Freddie.”

“Old news I’m afraid. I worked that one out when you were drooling on my legs. You’re not called something tacky like, I don’t know, Romulus?”

Fenris blushed and turned away quickly, masking his crestfallen expression. He was proud of his name, even if it was a bit pretentious. Fenris was a great wolf who had bitten off a god’s arm after tricking him, and the young werewolf was happy to share the name of the first of his ancestors.

“I take it that Caesar’s some sort of ghost then, given his propensity for walking on air and passing through solid objects.”

“Well not exactly, but you get the gist.” Caesar was scowling at his secret being revealed, but he was more cross that he had given the game away even before Fenris’ escapades. “Is that it? There’s nothing else that might come up later is there?”

The two conspirators glanced at each other. They agreed silently that Owen did not need to know about his own true nature just yet. They shook their heads and Owen slumped back in Sakarya Escort a huff.

“Well, that was more disappointing than the last season of Greek. Are you sure there aren’t any more juicy bits of info?” They shook their heads again and Caesar’s image began to fade.

“Wait, where are you going?” Asked Fenris in alarm.

“Well, now that I don’t need to pretend to be ‘alive’ I’m not going to bother.” Caesar leered at him. “And I’m sure you two have lots to talk about.”

***

Caesars absence caused an awkward silence between the two men. His last suggestive words had been enough to make them avoid each other’s eyes for fear of blushing like a schoolgirl.

“So…” Started Fenris in an overly conversational tone.

“You know what? Screw it.” Owen lunged forward, landing on Fenris’ still-naked body. He had had more than enough of this sexual tension bollocks. If he hadn’t worked out that Fenris had a thing for him on day one, then he definitely figured it out when the werewolf had been snuffling around his crotch like a starved dog the night before.

“What are you- UUNGH!” Fenris cried out as Owen attacked his broad nipples with a euminidine fury, licking and sucking until they felt sore. “Jesus Christ! STOP!”

Owen pulled back with a look of abject misery on his face. He was clearly upset that Fenris had been so underwhelmed by his first attempt.

“Did I do something wrong?” He asked, his eyes wide.

“No. No, of course not. You were just a little… enthusiastic.” Truth be told, Fenris felt as though he had been attacked by lemmings. “I didn’t think you’d want to do this so suddenly, I was going to try to be romantic.”

“Fuck that! Come on, it’s been days and I’m tired of pretending I’m not desperately into you.” Owen huffed at the werewolf’s sudden reticence and positioned himself so he could get a hand onto the larger man’s hardened cock.

He began to move his fist up and down the iron length in easy strokes that sent waves of sensation coursing through Fenris’ body. It was so big that Owen could barely fit his hand around it, but obviously he was doing a good enough job from the werewolf’s perspective. A bead of pre-cum collected at the very tip of his erection and just as it was about to roll down the shaft, Owen swooped in and licked it away in one fluid motion.

Fenris groaned again and again as Owen continued to treat his cock like an ice cream cone, licking at the shaft and head and mopping up the errant drops of pre-cum that bubbled constantly from the tip. He reached out a paw and placed it on the younger man’s head, directing Owen’s head bobbing to synchronise with the instinctual thrusts of his hips. Fenris could feel himself losing control, as though he was having an out of body experience. He could see the hand on Owen’s head, but he couldn’t believe that it was his own. He couldn’t believe that he was being so freely sexual, something he had been denying himself for years.

For Owen, this entire incident was a dream come true. He was now practically choking on the enormous head of a dick he had wanted to suck for the better part of a week. He licked the veins that ran along the shaft, supplying it with hot blood that kept it rock hard. He moved his left hand from its place on Fenris’ back, to cupping his pendulous balls. His hand seemed to swim in the burlap mass of the werewolf’s sack, and he tickled the rolling tide. This touching elicited another moan from Fenris who tried to contain himself but was unable to prevent the inhuman growl from escaping his clenched teeth.

Owen could feel the balls begin to lift up, a telltale sign of an impending explosion. He pulled back and sucked exclusively on the head so that, when Fenris howled and released his load, Owen was able to catch every drop. He was forced to swallow between each volley, but at last he pulled away with a glassy-eyed expression as he licked the final vestiges of cum from his lips.

Fenris was pushed back onto the grass as Owen climbed onto him and began to kiss him ferociously, invading his mouth with a remarkably prehensile tongue. The werewolf could taste his own release in Owen’s mouth and the thought that the young man would be carrying his cum in his belly for the rest of the day made him groan again as another spurt blasted from his oversensitive cock.

He was still exhausted from the night before, and he rolled over so that Owen was on top of him. The Daemon’s weight pressed down on him comfortably and he wished that they could stay that way forever. As Fenris drifted back to sleep he could feel the boy shifting into a position that would allow them to stay entwined.

***

Fenris woke up a few hours later, his arms wrapped around the boy whose sleeping innocence belied his foul mouth and devilish tongue. He could no longer deny it, to himself or to anyone else. He was head-over-heels in lust. It wasn’t the fiery kind that burnt out in a fortnight; it was the constant thrumming of Adapazarı Escort his heartbeat that promised a deeper kind of relationship.

Owen was still fully clothed, still with some semblance of dignity. The werewolf stared at his lover’s face as they lay side by side on the grass. He tried to map every feature of the face, noting the flaws and imperfections that made the boy seem so much more human, so much more real. The nose was a fraction too large, the eyes the tiniest bit too close together, the ears sticking out that little bit too much and lips that were a millimetre too thin. But none of that made the slightest bit of difference as far as Fenris saw things.

“You should take a photo. It’ll last longer.” Owen opened his eyes and grinned warmly at his admirer. “You’re going to make me blush if you keep staring.”

“I don’t care.” Fenris smiled back, his expression calm and happy.

“Well I do care. I swear to God, if you two don’t stop making goo-goo eyes at each other this instant I’ll-“

“And good morning to you too Caesar.” Owen rolled his eyes and sat up, the moment over.

“I’d be much better if I didn’t have to put up with this lovey-dovey crap.” Caesar grumbled under his breath. But it was clear from his face that he didn’t have too much of a problem with the whole thing.

Fenris stood and stretched his arms and legs, earning a highly appreciative glance from Owen. He was just about to open his mouth to give a witty retort when a thud from behind him caught his attention. He turned just in time to see the sharp talons that grazed the air in front of his surprised face.

***

The Black Widow had bided her time, but it was a commodity she was running low on. She had to release Brother Abaddon before the Gate closed for another millennium. If she waited too long then the Gate would slam closed and she would trapped in this reality for another thousand years. She had caught his scent on the wind and had followed it to a clearing in the woods. She had maintained enough distance to evade detection by whatever magical field was obscuring Abaddon’s thoughts from her. She had found him, but something was very wrong; she couldn’t detect any trace of the Daemon other than his scent. Even that was so faint as to be unrecognisable to a less powerful tracker than the Widow was.

She could see two distinct shapes on the ground beneath her flapping wings. They appeared to be lover’s deep in an embrace, but there was something odd about one of them. He seemed to be radiating massive amounts of power like a loose pipe that couldn’t contain all the water it was carrying. The magic was literally spilling out of him in quantities that should have been lethal to the human next to him. Then the truth dawned on the Widow. The smaller of the two was Brother Abaddon’s human shell, as yet unchained from its mortal bonds.

She made a decision and dove down upon the pair as they were just rising from sleep. She needed to time it perfectly, or else the dog-man would sense her approach. She sped downward and at the very last minute curved her wings so that she landed with a thump on the ground. She congratulated herself on an excellent landing, especially since she was half-blind. Rather than announce her arrival more obviously, she reached out one clawed hand and swatted at the dog-man.

***

It was his lightning reflexes that saved Fenris from a sticky end in that moment. He ducked backwards and the claw missed him by a hair’s breadth. He swivelled on the spot as another sliced through the air toward him. He turned fully and looked into Owen’s eyes, begging him to run away with silent pleas. A claw raked his back in that instant, but the cut was shallow enough that the slashknitted itself closed in moments.

Owen seemed to get the message and he bolted for the tree line just as Fenris called a bolt of lightning from the cloudless sky to strike at the creature attacking him. Impossibly, the jagged fork missed. It splintered the earth where it struck, but the she-beast was unharmed.

He took a closer look at the monster as they circled each other. She had one blood red eye. It looked just like the eyes of the Daemon that Owen been host to. The other socket looked as though the eye had been gouged out of it violently.

Fire blossomed from his hands as he threw flame after flame at the monster, but she dodged each one with effortless grace. He changed tactic and sent waves of cascading ice that flowed from the pores in his skin. The air cooled significantly and if it hadn’t been for his thick body hair, he would have begun to shiver. Crystals formed in the air as be breathed heavily from the expenditure of the magic. But the effect was exactly what he had hoped it would be. The monster had dropped from the air as her wings had become too heavy with frost. Her main advantage in the fight now gone, he advanced on her slowly.

“Fenris! LOOK OUT!” He heard Owen shout from the distance. He reacted Serdivan Escort just in time to stop short of the spider-web of shadows that lay on the path to the creature. They were camouflaged perfectly with the forest surroundings and he would never have noticed them if Owen hadn’t pointed them out. He picked up a pebble and threw it into the shadows. It melted.

“What should we do now boy?” Caesar asked from next to him.

“I thought I told you to keep Owen safe?” He turned and barked at the old werewolf, rage in his eyes. The blazing blood lust that was coursing through him was enough to send Caesar scurrying back to Owen’s side. Fenris turned back to the creature and grinned, malice marring his handsome face.

He looked into the patch of darkness that the creature was crouched in. There was something wrong with the way that she was standing, as though she were unbalanced somehow. Fenris’ tactical mind worked furiously and he made a decision to change his method of attack. If he couldn’t get to her, she was going to have to come to him. He raised his hands and made a motion as though he were dragging a rope. The Widow squealed as he was pulled inexorably toward him.

***

‘What magic is this?’ She thought to herself as she scrabbled on the ground to find something, anything that she could hold on to.

The boy seemed to be desperate to keep her away from Brother Abaddon at all costs. That didn’t make any sense, surely he would have killed the Daemon the moment he showed weakness? And why was Abaddon pretending to be a human still?

She flicked between her layers of sight trying to spot something that could inform her. Damn that wretched hag, she couldn’t see on any of the planes that had been chopped off during their battle. Finally, searching on the seventh plane of existence, she spotted it. A shining red cord was wrapped around Brother Abaddon’s neck; it was plugged directly into the werewolf’s arm like an IV drip. If she could slash it whilst viewing the seventh plane, the connection should be nullified and Brother Abaddon would be freed.

Instead of slowing herself down, she suddenly launched forward. This surprised the werewolf so much that he let go of the air and she was instantly free from his magical grip. She soared over him in one leap and landed on the sodden earth next to the small human that Brother Abaddon inhabited. She could hear the thunderous feet of the werewolf racing towards them but she was quick enough that he would never get there in time. Her left arm morphed into a scythe and she brought it down on the boy’s neck.

She heard the howl of rage from behind her and cackled as she was batted aside with such force that it broke nearly every bone in her body. She laughed cruelly as she watched the red chord blowing in the wind. She hadn’t actually cut the boy, that might damage Abaddon, but she had torn the link that bound him to the werewolf.

***

Owen writhed in pain as he lay moaning on the ground. He felt as though his skin was burning from the inside out. It was sheer agony, but he could still see Fenris overhead, could still feel the hot tears that dripped onto his face from the man holding him.

There was a voice inside his head. It was trying to speak to him, but he couldn’t hear it over the blood rushing to his skull. He tried to listen more closely and suddenly he was floating in space. It was a white world that stretched infinitely in every direction. He wasn’t alone however.

Standing next to him was an old man. He had a flowing white beard and was wearing a simple white toga held together by a red broach in the shape of a rose. He felt familiar, but Owen wasn’t sure where they had met before.

“I suppose you’re wondering what’s going on.” The old man asked kindly. “Well the thing is, you’re dead.”

“Dead?” Owen wasn’t surprised by the statement, it seemed perfectly reasonable given the agony he had been in moments before. “Is this Heaven then?”

“Unfortunately not young man. But this place doesn’t really have a name as such.” The old man sighed and sat down in the empty space. He motioned for Owen to do the same.

“So if I’m dead, does that make you God?” The boy asked, tentatively sitting on the air. He was surprised when it took his weight.

“Well it looks that way doesn’t it? But I’m not God as you think of him.” The old man scratched his nose thoughtfully. “I may have created everything, but I’m certainly not in control. I may give a helping hand every now and then, but it’s nothing more than a placebo really. You people seem to love the idea that I’ll descend from on high and solve your problems, but the difficulty with free will is that I can’t do that.”

“Then why are you speaking to me now?” Owen had never been religious, but he had always believed that there was something more out in the vastness of the universe.

“Because you, my boy, are special. Born in a world of chaos, raised in a world of order, you are a creature of two worlds. You are unique. The idea that a thing as weird and wonderful as you can find love is something that gives me great joy.” God smiled again and clapped Owen on the back like a proud grandparent.

“Okay, I guess. But why is all of this happening? Werewolves and demons and magic-“

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Compassion is a Way of Being

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I never knew his name; our hosts never told us. Neither did I know where they found him. He wasn’t the first young man which the posse of imperious dominants had provided for the entertainment and he wouldn’t be the last.

The submissive character and accommodating nature of the sluts which brightened these parties always entranced me. They loved to serve; they lived to satisfy others. I adored that sentiment.

They blindfolded him; a tight shiny black Latex top and matching glossy stockings covered his obvious muscular definitions on his torso and legs. Our hosts, who had a legendary status in the community, tied his thighs to his chest and his ankles to a frame above his head. His wrists were fastened to the sides of the padded bench, leaving him helpless. They shaved him too; his butt, his pubis, his scalp and all of his exposed flesh was as bare as the skin of a newborn baby. I think it made him sexier.

His purpose at the all-male party was to be used; well over a hundred people received invitations to enjoy the entertainment the generous masters provided. It was an evening of rampant debauchery between consenting men, held every month in a vast converted warehouse. Some revellers came naked, others attired in their fetish wear of choice. A few had their clothing chosen by the masterful hosts.

At nine o’clock, four happily married and “completely straight” husbands engaged in a bout of nude oil-wrestling, with the two losers destined to spend the entire party using their mouths to service the faceless pricks of dozens of men who wanted nothing more than a blow-job from the glory holes.

At ten o’clock, three leather-clad tops did a whipping and spanking BDSM demonstration, unleashing torrents of wicked strikes against a submissive’s exposed skin until blood trickled down his milky white flesh and they heeded his blubbering screams of mercy.

At eleven o’clock, the fisting show saw two young men bury their arms into the rectums of their elder partners. And as the clock struck midnight, five revellers recycled their beer into the willing mouths of three pantied piss-slaves, and then invited those present to empty their golden nectar into the overflowing mouths of the watersports fetishists, until the sissies could take no more.

Alongside the outrageous shows and fully staffed glory holes, were rows of bondage furniture and fetish equipment free for anyone to use. The Sakarya Escort near-naked submissive was in one corner, just another offer to sate the perversions of the oversexed guests. He was my favourite, and I spent the entire four hours watching the delicious and immobile twink.

Men came to screw his lubed arse, sliding their cocks into his hairless hole, presented to them by his spread legs. Others slipped their bare pricks into his open mouth, ramming their erect dicks roughly past his thin lips and causing him to gag.

The organisers had positioned him to serve everyone and anyone. No cock refused. No fuck declined. No choice given. He was merely a vessel for the horniness of dozens of hedonistic sons, fathers and uncles with no more rights than a Roman sex slave at their most indulgent of feasts.

It was intoxicating. He had knowingly yielded his consent. He wanted to be treated no better than a discardable masturbatory sleeve where the dominant tops gave no concern for his pleasure. The desperate slut sought the dehumanising degradation, and the masters had offered him his depraved wish.

I watched him take his first prick of the night as they confined the two losing oiled-up husbands to an evening of cock-sucking. An overweight man in his fifties clad in just a red football shirt sidled beside the twink and placed his tobacco-stained hands on the Latex thighs of the submissive. He eased his stout tool into the nicely presented hole.

They both sighed; a mutual exhalation of enjoyment shared between two men. I stared, captivated by the movement of the hirsute buttocks, thrusting the member deep into the desperate bottom. The ripples of flesh as one body smashed into another, followed by a repeated slapping sound, aroused me. A metronomic beat of sodomy, punctuated by soft groans and orgasmic squeals.

A second man pulled the slave’s head to the side and roughly filled his willing mouth with a short erect cock: an ideal size for a blow-job. I watched intently as the shaved slut’s lips worked that bare erection to a throbbing, pulsating orgasm that splashed cum over his chin.

Throughout the night, this pattern continued; he sucked dozens of men, and he fucked many more. They came in all ages, all colours and all sizes; no man refused access to his holes or body. They touched him where they wanted, they used him with abandon. Splashes of white pearlescent Adapazarı Escort liquid littered his skin, his Latex clothing and oozed across his face.

He looked like a cum whore and a greedy slut from a pornographic film. I was entranced.

A muscular brute, tattooed with aggressive sexual images, played with the tied man’s prick when he violently thrust his own huge monster into the slippery opening. The squirming queer squealed and begged for a release while the monster rammed his beast against the slut’s prostate. I thought the pleading submissive was going to orgasm when the grip over his throbbing manhood lessened and was replaced by a fierce slap. A cruel tease from one of the hosts.

I touched the trussed submissive in between fuckings to generously lube him once more; he always jolted as I squirted the cool liquid into and around his stretched hole. Every time I’d plant a delicate kiss on his balls before retreating to ogle the show.

With the night drawing to a close, I approached the desperate slave. I reached over him and kissed him gently on the lips, taking in the sapid taste of the multiple deposits of cum that were splattered across his face.

My hand traced his torso, rubbing his smooth Latex clothing and touching his glabrous prick. It swelled in my hands as our tongues massaged and explored. He breathed heavily as my fingers tapped his engorged dick, slimy from the pre-cum oozing from his teased body. I gripped the base of his cock and milked him of the transparent liquid.

He grunted as I walked around him, not breaking my touch from his skin. I could hear the unmistakable noises of a young man pile-driving his meat into another slut only yards from us. The orgy was subsiding, there were more voyeurs than exhibitionists as many of the guests were spent.

This slave had not climaxed; four hours of giving the orgasms to others, and he had not peaked. I placed my hands either side of his waist and gently lowered my lips to brush the tip of his tumescent prick.

He gasped as my tongue lapped up the salacious pre-cum that had oozed from his cock. The pellucid liquid glided over my lips and ran down my chin. My kisses gently massaged his frenulum.

He panted as my mouth slid down the length of his shaft, deep-throating his thick cock and caressing his firm member. I felt the ridges on the skin, tasted the liquid leaking Serdivan Escort from his prick and smelt the musky, unmistakable blend of aromas coming from a well-used slut.

I sensed his need. I remembered the begging and teasing from earlier as my finger pressed against his wanton hole. It accepted me with little resistance and I found his prostate with ease.

His legs twitched; his muscles rocked with every movement my hands and mouth made over his teased body. His desire built as much as my own; my flesh prickled with anticipation as his thrashing grew more erratic. I needed to taste his cum; I wanted to feel the jet of his eruption. He squirmed, crying out as my bobbing head forced his cock repeatedly to the back of my throat.

He was close. He mewed, squealing and panting with every movement over his aching body. “Please,” he begged, throwing his head against the cushion as a powerful wave of energy smashed into his quivering body and I felt the first pulse of his dick.

I never stopped for a moment; I wasn’t going to ruin his orgasm. I continued to bob my lips over his cock, sucking intently on his erect prick as it spewed several spurts of thick liquid over my tongue and flooded the insides of my mouth. For hours, he had been screwed, his prostate had been stroked and his mind had been teased. He needed to exercise the horniness that had built from his sensory deprivation and his servitude. He needed another slut to wrap his lips around his prick and drain the cum from his exhausted body.

I was proud to be that slut. The man had fucked four dozen people and not a single person had brought him to his peak. No-one had given him an orgasm or even tried to leave him breathless and panting, enjoying the warm glow of climax radiating across his tired flesh.

I swallowed his cum as I stepped backwards and let his wet prick fall onto his mons with a gentle slap. I wiped my lips with my bare hand and caught the eye of the lead organiser, the tattooed beast, who gave me a courteous nod.

I walked past him with a smile, shaking my fluffy tail clipped to my butt. I stepped behind the glory hole screen and saw two overworked men, their faces covered in cum and kneeling on the floor. I waved at the first one. “Go round the front,” I demanded of the naked middle-aged man. He smiled and a few seconds later, his erect prick came through the hole inches from my face, ready for me to wrap my lips around.

I did it every party. To some, I was the bottom to the bottoms. To my master — the inked host — his plugged and chaste slave was merely part of the entertainment. But to me, I was simply an oversexed slut who just desperately wanted everyone else to come.

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College Roommates Meet Ch. 07

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At 7am Devante woke up perky and eager for his first day of college classes. He grabbed his shower caddy and raced to the showers to get washed up and ready for the day. After getting dressed and grabbing a granola bar, he was even nice enough to wake up Spencer before heading out the door.

First on Devante’s class list was macro-economics. That was then followed by his intro history class. After a quick trip to the bookstore, Devante was hungry and according to the text on his cell phone so was Jeff and Spencer.

They met at one of the cafeterias near the academic side of campus that they had never been to.

“Dude you look beat” said Jeff to Devante

“Well I have been up since 7 dude” shot back Devante

“Hold on, you not finna come at my manz like that dude” commented Spencer.

“Whoa, where did that come from?” asked Devante

“Shit, I don’t know. Sometimes the hood just comes out. I did tell you was from Manhattan, so I spent my fair share of time in Brooklyn.”

“Uhm ok! And people call me ghetto. Anyway how were yalls’ first classes?”

“Haven’t had any yet” the two said simultaneously.

“You lucky bastards. I’ve already had two, but I only have one more today then I’m done!”

“Well, I have my first one after this so I’ll let you know soon.” Spencer said. “Oh yeah, and I heard that there is some kind of mixer this weekend so we are definitely going to that.”

Finishing up their food, they all head their separate ways. Getting home from class, Devante had the room to himself and he planned to take full advantage. Before he could barely lock the door his clothes were flying off. It had been a while since he had gone so long without busting. Even when he wasn’t getting pussy, back in high school, he had his own room so he could beat off whenever the mood struck.

Now laying on his bed, naked, with his dick starting to get hard he rummaged through the drawer of his night stand until he found the bottle of lube that he conveniently stashed there. While looking through his drawer he also came across the picture he had found earlier last week of Spencer’s cumshot.

If he wasn’t hard before he was now. He squirted a little lube on his shaft and started to stroke it. Not going too fast as he wanted to savor this, he Sakarya Escort slowly caressed his mushroom head letting his finger dance across his piss slit.

I soft moan left Devante’s lips. “Man look at how big of a load that is” he thought to himself. “I wonder how many shots that was or how long he had to save up for that”

Just thinking about this was really making Devante horny. He starts to rub his nipple, which brought back memories of Theo and the amazing night that they had. This was all getting to be too much as precum was now freely flowing down Devante’s hard shaft.

At this point, Devante is thrusting his hips furiously. He takes one more look at the picture, at Spencer’s pretty pink dick and the thick veins running down the side and it sends him over the top. Ropes of cum start flying all over his torso. This feeling of euphoria came over Devante as this was one of the most intense jerk offs that he had ever had. He grabbed a towel from the floor and wiped off his chest.

The next thing he knew, Spencer was leaning over his whispering “Wake up sleepy head” in his ear. He must have fallen asleep, and completely naked at that.

“Looks like someone took advantage of having the room to themselves” Spencer said as he tugged on Devante’s dick.

“Dude! DON’T EVER FUCKING TOUCH MY DICK DUDE! I let a lot of shit go, but I’m not down with that!”

“Calm down dude, you’re always freaking out about something.”

“How would you feel if I came over there playing with your dick?”

In one quick motion, Spencer unbuttoned and dropped his pants and boxers. “That’s your prerogative. If you want to do that here you go… I’m not stopping you!”

“The things you do and say never ceases to amaze me. You don’t have to worry about me touching you ok?”

“If you say so”

“I do” Devante said as Spencer let out a little chuckle as he slid into a pair of really tight boxer briefs. “How was your class?”

Just then there was a knock on the door. Devante went and the flung the door open, expecting it to be Jeff, but to his surprise it wasn’t. In fact, it was actually a quite attractive young blond girl with big breast.

“This isn’t quite the greeting I was expecting, but I’ll take it.” The cute blond said.

“Glad Adapazarı Escort you stopped by” Spencer said excitedly as he slid on a pair of basketball shorts. “Most people say if I had known you were coming I would have baked you a cake… Not me, I knew you were coming so I got naked.”

She burst out laughing. “And who is this hot stud?” she asked.

“Oh, this is my roommate Devante.” Devante looked over at Spencer quite confused.

“Oh, my bad. Devante, this is Beth. Beth is in my philosophy class and stopped by to borrow my book.”

“Well thanks for the book, but I have to run. I’ll return it in class on Wednesday. Nice meeting you Vante!” Beth said as she left out the door.

“It’s Devante” he shouted.

“Damn man, wasn’t she smoking hot? What wouldn’t you do to slide your dick in between those pretty little pink lips of hers?”

“Horny much man?”

“You know you want some of that”

They both threw on some clothes and tidied up a bit. Soon their door flew open with Jeff coming in.

“Hey guys! Let’s go see what Lance is up to.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Spencer said.

They quickly darted down the hall and knocked on Lance’s door. There was no answer but they could hear rustling inside, so they turned the knob to let themselves in. As they began to open the door, Lance screamed, “Hold on! GIVE ME A SECOND!”

Unfortunately, by this point it was too late and the door was wide open. To their surprise, low and behold their naked RA in all his fully erect glory grabbing for a nearby towel.

“Shit, sorry for interrupting” said Jeff.

“Glad we didn’t surprise you too much and get caught in the crossfire” Spencer said as he began laughing.

All the while Devante could not peel his eyes away from his RA’s humongous dick. For a white boy he was blessed. Full erect, it had to be at least 11 inches and it was uncut with pre-cum streaming from the tip. His pubes were neatly trimmed into a small little patch above his penis. Devante’s mouth began to water looking at the ivory pogo stick. Thankfully for him no one was looking in his direction.

“Are yall gon leave or continue to sit here and ridicule me with the door wide open so everyone can look in and laugh with you” Lance Serdivan Escort said in disgust.

They all came in and closed the door. “Dude cool it” Spencer said. “You aren’t the first dude to masturbate, and I’m sure you aren’t gonna be the last. If I didn’t have ole Devante over here as a roommate I would be spanking it all the time.”

“Shit, me being there doesn’t stop you!” Devante exclaimed.

“Yall are gonna seriously sit here with your half naked RA?”

“Do you know who you’re talking to” Jeff asked.

“What did I do to deserve this?” Lance said mockingly.

“What were you beating off to anyway” asked Spencer as he poked his head around Lance’s room. “I mean you gotta have a porn rag or some flix or something” as he clicked his tv on then off again.

“I am not having this conversation with yall” Lance yelled.

“Come on yall, get off it! Obviously Lance does not want to talk to us about… what do you call it Spencer… Cuffing the carrot…” Devante said as he made his way over to Lance patting him on the back.

Quickly lance pulled on some tightly fitting jockies as we went to grab some pajama pants.

“If I hadn’t already seen your dick, I definitely would of now. I mean could those things get any tighter?” questioned Jeff.

“Got a comment for everything huh? My girl loves these, but since you think they are so inappropriate, what kind of underwear do yall wear.”

Devante spoke first and said that he wore boxer briefs, with both Jeff and Spencer dropping their pants. Jeff was also wearing some boxer briefs but his were arguable equally as tight as Lance’s, while Spencer proudly exclaimed, “I just free ball it. The ladies love this just as much as they love those things you got on.”

At a loss for words Lance just shook his head. “Devante, I don’t know how you live with these characters.”

After the sexual tension had died down a bit, the conversation turned to classes and they talked about how their first week of classes was going so far. After about another 20 minutes of chatting and finding Lance’s cum well-used cum rag, the guys went back to their room to prepare for bed.

———-

This is chapter 7 of College Roommates Meet. I don’t know why, but this chapter was a real struggle so I hope you enjoyed.

I have a challenge for you guys. If any of these characters remind you of someone you know or even yourself, send me a pic. Naked pics gladly accepted :). My email address is below and as always email me with any comments, questions, critiques, or suggestions.

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College Bathroom Pt. 02

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All week long I told myself I wasn’t going back to that bathroom on the small college campus again, at least not so soon. Yes, I had a great time fulfilling my gay fantasies, but I needed to be able to control my urges. Every night I felt my mind wander … How many guys came there on a Monday or Tuesday night? Or is it only busy on weekends? I could go find out … No! I’m not driving to campus on a week night. I needed to work in the morning.

By Wednesday, the urges were getting worse. As I showered that morning I started stroking myself while thinking of the blow jobs I had given. Then I thought of the young stud who had fucked my ass. I soaked up a finger, spread my legs a bit and pushed my finger up my hole. I thought of the college student behind me as I thrust my finger in and out of my ass while stroking my cock. My cock erupted, splashing cum against the shower wall.

Thursday was worse. I felt like I was hornier than I had ever been and thought about the blow jobs I had given and the loads I had received. That night, I was close to picking up my keys and making the drive, but I held off. Instead, I threw on some porn, stripped naked and jerked off. I watched several videos of cum shot compilations. I watched as pretty girl after pretty girl took large loads to their faces, tits and asses. I watched them swallow load after load and felt jealous. I was craving a load of cum like I normally crave chicken wings or bowl of ice cream. Finally, I couldn’t take any more. I laid on the ground, flipped my legs over my head, opened wide and shot my own load of cum into my waiting mouth. It wasn’t the same as coaxing it out of someone else’s cock, but it would have to do for the night.

Friday arrived and work was brutal. My eight hours in the office felt like a week. As horny as I was, I was still trying to tell myself I wasn’t going to campus that night. I didn’t want this to become a regular thing. I couldn’t go back a week after I tried it for the first time. I’ll go home, jerk off, I’ll feel better and just enjoy a quiet evening.

It came time to leave work and I couldn’t get home fast enough. As soon as I got inside my house, I put on my favorite porn and shot the load that had been building all day. And I was right, I felt better. I ate dinner, watched a movie, had my easy going night.

But then it started getting later and my mind started wondering again. I felt a tingle in my cock. The thoughts I had been having all week started flooding my mind again. I tried watching a game that was on TV to distract myself. Didn’t work. Midnight hit. I should just go to bed. That was the sensible thing to do, just go to bed. I turned off the TV, got up from the couch … and walked over to pick up my keys and left …

Twenty minutes later, I found myself back where I was a week ago, sitting on a toilet in a stall of a dorm basement bathroom. My pants were around my ankles, but not for the reason they normally would be in this situation. I again slowly stroked my cock.

“How long will it be before someone visits tonight,” I thought to myself.

Turned out, not very long. The door opened and someone entered the room. He walked into the stall next to me. I heard him unfastening his pants and he sat down on the toilet. Shit, was he actually here to use the bathroom?

I minute later the visitor whispered, “You here to give or receive?”

Not here to use the bathroom!

“Give,” I responded.

“Well, I guess either, really,” I clarified. “But I’d prefer to give right now.”

“Door’s unlocked. Come to my stall,” he replied.

Without pulling up my pants, I stood up and waddled over to his stall. I opened it and stepped in. I expected Sakarya Escort him to stand, but he just sat there, stroking a nice 7″ uncut cock.

“On your knees.”

He commanded and I complied. I sank to my knees on this dirty bathroom floor once again. He removed his hands and without further instruction, I bent over and took him in my mouth.

There was no pretense between either of us. I wasn’t unsure and hesitant about what I was doing like I was last week. He wasn’t battling demons within himself about whether this made him “gay” or not like the one kid last week. No, he wanted a blow job and I wanted to give it to him, no other context needed.

“That’s it you little bitch, suck my cock,” he stated under his breath. “Kneel on this filthy floor and suck my fucking cock on this bathroom toilet. Yeeeeeahhhhhhh. That’s it you slut.”

So the demeaning aspect of this act was obviously the turn on for this guy. And talking dirty was getting me a little more excited honestly. I felt my cock harden and twitch as he spoke.

“You like being a whore in this nasty little bathroom, don’t you slut? Yeah you do. Keep sucking my cock, make daddy feel good. Suck it good.”

I kept bobbing my head up and down his shaft with my hands on his knees for leverage as I leaned forward. His shaft was smooth, not very veiny, and I could feel his foreskin sliding up and down a little along with my mouth.

A few minutes later, I felt him start to thrust his cock upward into my mouth a little. Coupled with his increased breathing, I knew I was close to my reward. He placed his hand on the back of my head, again showing his “dominance” to make sure I took his load in my mouth. If he only knew I had been waiting for this all week and there was no chance I was going to waste a drop of his spunk.

“That’s it, whore. Keep sucking me. You’ll earn your prize soon, bitch. Keep sucking it. Almost. Almost. Yes! Swallow it, slut. Don’t you dare spill a drop.”

His cock exploded in my mouth. He must have been saving it up all week, or longer, because he had quite the load saved up for me. And I couldn’t have been happier. The more he spurted, the more gooey cum I swallowed down like my last meal.

As soon as he finished, I stood up so he could get dressed and leave. He said thanks and I opened the door to go back to my previous stall. But there was someone else waiting.

“Where do you think you’re going?” the new stranger asked.

The guy I had just finished with, now fully dressed, brushed by me as he left the room. My new acquaintance pushed me back in to the stall.

The new guy closed the door and told me to turn around. The guys seemed to be in no mood for pleasantries tonight. I did what I was told, kicked off my pants and spread my legs slightly. I heard a cap flip open and then snap shut. He must be applying lube. I stood there and waited.

I felt his slickened cock part my cheeks and stroke up and down before poking at my hole. His mushroom head started to push forward and open my hole. He was persistent, but took his time rather than pushing straight in, which I obviously appreciated. Slowly but surely, my ass opened up to its invader. Inch by inch, it slid inside of me until I felt his hips against my cheeks.

He leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “You ready?”

Without waiting for my reply, he put his hands on my hips and slowly pulled back until the ridge of his cockhead pulled against my anus. He moved forward just as slowly and pushed his entire length back up my ass. He worked my ass at this deliberate pace for a while. He reached around and played with my nipples. It felt really nice Adapazarı Escort and I moaned loudly.

That must have signaled to him that I was ready for more because he started stroking faster. Meanwhile, my cock was sticking straight out in front of me as hard as it had ever been, drooling precum constantly. My partner stopped playing with my nipples and just cupped my pecs while he thrust into me.

I had both arms straight out in front of me pushing into the wall for support. The guy fucking my ass lowered his hands to my hips and began pulling my ass onto him as he increased his tempo, causing me to need to push into that wall even harder so he didn’t knock me over.

“That’s it, bitch, take it up your ass,” he started saying. He hadn’t really said anything to this point, so I figured he must be getting close and liked to talk as he finished. He kept long-dicking me the whole time, pulling back and shoving his entire length into my guts with each thrust.

“You like my cock in your ass, don’t you bitch?” he continued. “Tell me you love it.”

“I love your cock in my ass,” I replied.

“Yeah, tell me you want it harder.”

“Fuck my ass harder,” I egged him on. “Fuck my ass as deep and hard as you can!”

My hole was well opened by now. He increased his pace a little and my cock jumped all around below me as he slammed his hips into my ass. His breathing increased.

“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum,” he blurted out. He must have crossed the point of no return before he meant to. “You want it inside of you or you want me to pull out?”

Before I could answer, I heard him grunt and felt his cock pulse as he pushed deep inside of me. “Too late,” he said, stating the obvious. He pulled back and pushed it in again, flooding me with more cum as if pulling out for the rest couldn’t have been an option.

“Yeah, take my load deep inside you. You love my cum in your ass. I knew you wanted to feel it, bitch,” trying to assure himself he had done nothing wrong. He deposited the last of his load inside of me, got dressed and left.

As he walked out I heard him say, “Oh, excuse me.” Someone else was waiting.

“Come out here,” the new voice commanded. Shit, was it security or a janitor working late?

“Keep your clothes off and come out of that stall now.”

Wait, that voice sounded familiar. I slowly opened the door and cautiously exited the stall.

“Damn, I hoped that was you! I knew you’d be back!” It was the guy who had fucked me last week. But he wasn’t alone.

“You remember my roommate, don’t you?” Ah yes, the kid I had sucked first who then kept saying how he wasn’t gay.

“Of course you remember him, it’s only been a week.” What was up with guys not waiting for a reply after a question tonight?

“As soon as I left here last week I went and made him suck me off. Forced his ass open the next morning and I’ve been fucking him all week. He’s not as good at either as you are though so thought I’d bring him down here to pick up some pointers.”

He pulled his shorts to the ground and just stood there with his hard cock pointing upwards as he stared at me, waiting. Again, no questions tonight, apparently. But I knew my place in this arrangement, knew why I was there. I sank to my knees and started sucking his cock.

“Ah, that’s it, that’s the good head! You watching, bitch?” he asked his roommate. He replied meekly that he was watching.

I felt his bulbous head slide across my tongue as his shaft slid past my lips. Saliva began pooling in my mouth to allow him to slip in and out easily. He stood still, not pumping his cock forward, making me move to take more into my mouth. Serdivan Escort He wanted to know that I wanted to suck his cock, not that I was being forced to accept it. And he was right, I did want to suck his cock. With each suck, I took a little more until his head was pushing against the back of my throat. Soon, it was entering my throat as I occasionally deepthroated him. I looked up and saw the pleasure on his face.

After sucking him for a few minutes, he wanted more. He simply stated, “Doggy, bitch.”

I stopped sucking and got on my hands and knees on that grimy bathroom floor. The middle of the floor. In a public bathroom. Where, even though it was late at night on an unoccupied floor, any one could walk in at any minute. And I waited to receive his cock in my ass.

He smack my ass as he approached me. He rubbed the cheek and then slapped it again. His cock was well lubricated with my own spit, and my hole was opened from its fucking earlier, so he was able to push right in.

He didn’t waste much time and just started sawing in and out of my ass. We both knew our role in this arrangement and, honestly, we were both enjoying it. He grabbed my hips and fucked me hard. And I didn’t just kneel there and take it, I moved my ass backwards to accept more. He went deep inside my ass with each thrust, pushing straight up across my prostate and fuck that felt good! My cock swayed wildly beneath me, which also felt oddly pleasurable. REALLY pleasurable. Precum was constantly dripping from my hard cock that wasn’t being touched at all.

Fuck his cock felt so good inside me. I was amazed at how quickly I learned to love being on the receiving end of anal sex (I already knew I loved being on the giving end thanks to a couple of accommodating girlfriends). I loved how my hole stretched open even more as the shaft pushed inside and then shrunk down as it pulled back out. I loved feeling his hips push into my ass cheeks as he pushed all the way home. And I love how my cock bobbed around beneath me as he fucked me hard.

I looked up and saw his roommate watching us intently. There was a bulge in his pants and a pained expression on his face that he wasn’t playing with it.

“I told him before we came down here that he wasn’t allowed to touch himself while he watched,” my fucker stated, noticing where my gaze was directed. That felt a little cruel, but what the hell did I care? I hung my head and watched my cock bounce to the rhythm of the fucking.

After a few more minutes, my partner stated he was almost ready to cum. He leaned over my back, reached around and started stroking my cock.

“I want your ass hole to pulse and grab my cock while I cum, so go ahead and spurt that load for me, baby,” he said. The combo of his hand on my cock coupled with his cock hitting my prostate was enough to push me over the edge.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. “Fuck me, yes, fuck me. Make me cum.” And I did. I erupted, spurting my load straight onto the bathroom floor. It got onto his hands and I could feel my own cum lubing my cock as he continued to stroke.

“That’s it, bitch. Grab my cock with your ass hole. Feels so tight.”

He was fucking me as hard as he could in this position. Smack, smack, smack filled the air as his hips slammed against me.

“Here you go, take your reward.”

I felt his cock pulse and then the first splash of cum coated my insides. I jumped a little as he kept stroking my cock and rubbed my now sensitive head. I felt him pulse and shoot more. And more. And more, until finally he slowed his strokes, pushed fully inside of me and let rest of his load leak into me while his cock softened. He pulled out and gave my ass another little smack.

“Get dressed,” he stated. “Let’s go back up to my room and have some fun with the little whore standing over there. Ready to take two cocks at once?” he asked his roommate.

Unlike my last visit, I dressed and walked upstairs with him to continue our fun.

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