Encounters with Evil Pt. 02

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

© Copyright jvaughn, 2013. All rights reserved. Copyright violators will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law.

Chapter Six

Guy pounded down the steps and burst out of the apartment building onto the street. Not slowing down, he sprinted to his vehicle which was parked a block away. Finding his key fob in his pocket, he had the doors sliding up before he reached his hypercar. Jumping into it, he activated the door-close mechanism at the same time as he attempted to slam the keys into the ignition. His hands were shaking so badly it took him three tries. When he finally got the keys in, instead of turning the engine over, he folded his arms across the steering wheel and rested his forehead on them, taking deep rasping breaths. I need to calm down. I can’t drive like this.

His chest hurt.

What the hell got into me? he questioned himself. I never lose control like that—ever! Somehow Guy couldn’t restrain himself around the beautiful young man—and that terrified him. He was used to being in control. Even if he didn’t have the upper hand in every situation, and with vampires that was often the case, he was always in control of himself. Until now. Now he was wildly out of control.

He tried to analyze the situation dispassionately. I shouldn’t have gone in without knocking and waiting for Melvin to answer. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone in at all. But still, it should have been fine. The problem came when I stood in front of him … when I touched him.

He remembered looking down at Mel’s tight little body, admiring his pale, goose-bumped skin, his lovely rosy areolas, his hard nipples jutting out in invitation. He had smelled Mel’s desire. The intoxicating scent had slammed into him, shutting down all reason and awakening a hungry demon within.

Then he had touched. He had run his finger down Mel’s chest, feeling electricity sparking all along his fingertips. He had seen the evidence of his angel’s desire, poking out proudly under his towel. Mel’s eyes had been heavy with lust, his sensual lips parted. He had looked up at Guy as if he were the most desirable man in the world.

Guy had not been able to stop himself from removing the offending piece of cloth. He had to see what the tented towel promised, and he had not been disappointed. Mel’s cock was as perfect as the rest of him—surprisingly long and fat, and hard as steel, weeping with desire.

That’s when he had lost all vestiges of control. Well, perhaps not all of them. If he had completely lost his mind, he would have thrown Mel down on the floor and mounted him right there. As it was, he barely refrained from shoving his cock down Mel’s lovely throat. His angel had looked at him with such trust and naked hunger, he had burst into flames.

He shifted in his seat, leaning back to close his eyes. His cock was uncomfortably hard again, starting to leak. Just the memory of that angelic boy kneeling before him, wanting him, had him ready to explode. He tore open his shorts and grabbed his hot shaft. Grateful for the tinted windows on his Agera, he pumped his cock desperately. Visions of Mel’s open mouth below him trying to catch his sperm caused his cock to spasm, and remembering that sweet plea, “Please!” pushed him over. With a groan he came all over his hand.

What the hell is wrong with me? he asked himself in disgust as soon as his brain reengaged. He reached into the glove box for some napkins and wiped himself up. He also wiped the drying spunk from his calves. He barely remembered Mel orgasming—he hadn’t even touched himself and he had still cum all over Guy’s legs. That was so hot! His cock twitched again hopefully.

Christ! I’m totally losing my sanity. That’s the only logical explanation. He didn’t allow himself to think the unthinkable—that he was turning into a demon.

He kept his eyes closed, breathing deeply, trying to clear his brain of all thought. What the hell am I going to do?

You’re going to stay far away from him, he answered himself. But already he was feeling an irresistible pull. It was getting on toward evening. He needed to go home, take a shower, get some dinner, and go to work. He opened his eyes and engaged the engine, but still he didn’t pull away from the curb. He felt like there was an invisible but unbreakable thread binding him to Mel, and the further away he got from him the thinner it stretched and the more it hurt.

*****

Tigger pulled the front of his hood further forward to keep the rain from slanting onto his face. The streak of sunny days was over and the relentless Seattle rain had returned. It wasn’t cold though—he was sweating under his jacket from their brisk walk.

“After we look for your phone can we get lunch somewhere?” Jon asked. “I’m starving.”

“Sure.” Tigger smiled at his friend. Jon was wearing a bowler hat to keep the rain off his face, and the effect was adorable, making his lovely eyes look even bigger than usual. Kadıköy travesti

“Even if we find it, it might be ruined from all this rain,” Tigger said. He didn’t have much hope of finding his phone. He’d tried to convince himself that this boondoggle wasn’t really a desperate attempt to find Guy, but he knew better. As long of shot as it was, going back to the place where he’d met his rescuer was the only idea he had for reconnecting with him.

He had been burning with fever ever since Guy’s visit the afternoon before. Before Guy had showed up to install the new deadbolt, Tigger had been depressed. Now that he’d had a taste of what sex with Guy would be like, he felt ten times worse. When he remembered that commanding voice urging him to his knees while his wrists were trapped in an iron grip, his cock immediately got rock hard and flames raced up and down his body. Guy knew exactly what he needed.

If he let himself remember the glistening, hard cock with precum leaking from the slit and the heady scent of Guy’s sex wafting over him, he could almost cum without even touching himself.

But then he’d picture Guy’s stony face as he left and his insides would twist up in heartache. He must like me. He wouldn’t have jacked off on me if he wasn’t attracted to me. Tigger had not imagined the hunger blazing in Guy’s eyes.

He’s afraid of something. Maybe he’s deep in the closet and not even admitting to himself that he’s gay. Maybe he already has a boyfriend. Maybe he just doesn’t want a relationship. Tigger had been over all this and more a hundred times. He realized he didn’t know anything about Guy except that he was a vampire hunter and he was the hottest man on earth.

I need to find him and somehow make him see how happy he’d be with me.

“Where did the attack happen again?” Jon asked, pulling him from his reverie.

Tigger looked up, taking in his surroundings. Broadway was a wide street with a multitude of small businesses, shops, and restaurants. Most of the people out and about were young and edgy, with a large percentage of gays. Seattle was a very gay-friendly city. You could walk down the street in a neighborhood like Capital Hill, holding hands with your boyfriend, and you’d get smiles instead of shocked looks.

“It’s at Thomas and Federal, just one more block up and two blocks over.” He was suddenly drenched in fear; it soaked over him like icy liquid, causing a full body shudder.

Jon glanced at him, his eyes widening. “You okay?”

“Yeah, just jitters,” Tigger said. Get ahold of yourself. It’s broad daylight. It will take less than two minutes to check for your phone. Nothing is going to happen to you. Still he couldn’t help a growing feeling of panic as they drew close to the scene of the attack.

Shoving his shaking hands into his jacket pockets, he tried to push the memory of those bottomless, inhuman eyes away. By the time they reached the mouth of the alley that ran behind an old brick apartment building, his heart was pounding in his chest and his hands were clammy. He drew to a halt, hesitating.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jon asked, peering at him anxiously. “It’s kind of scary.”

“What could happen?” Tigger asked with much more bravado than he felt. He looked down the alley and then up at the surrounding buildings. No sign of Guy. And luckily, no sign of the demon either. “Come on. It will only take a minute.”

He started down the alley and Jon walked next to him, hovering a bit closer than usual. He feels it too, Tigger thought. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as goose bumps erupted across his flesh. It took everything he had to keep walking into the alley. Something just didn’t feel right. All of his senses strained to discover the source of his unease. The rain fell steadily onto the wet pavement. The day was too gloomy to cast shadows but he eyed the dumpsters warily, as if he expected someone to jump out from behind them.

As they approached the spot where he’d been accosted, his throat became tight with fear. “It was right here,” he said, his voice a little too loud and shrill. He lowered it to a whisper. “Up against this wall here.” Looking around on the ground he saw no sign of his struggle with the demon.

“I guess it’s not here,” he said, more than ready to leave the alley.

“That’s it, there!” Jon cried. He was pointing at the base of a nearby dumpster.

Sure enough, in a corner by one of the wheels of the dumpster was his phone. Tigger snatched it up and looked at it. The cover was scuffed and mud spattered. “I can’t believe we found it!” he exclaimed, momentarily forgetting his fear in his euphoria over finding his phone.

“Does it still work?” Jon asked as they hurried out of the alley.

“The batteries are dead, I’m sure. They were low when I lost it. That’s probably just as well because it’s soaked on this one end. Phones usually Kurtköy travesti recover pretty well from water as long as you don’t turn them on while they’re wet. I’ll take it home and let it dry out and then keep my finger’s crossed. I’m just happy to get it back!”

Even though there was no sign of Guy, finding his phone had made the trip well worth while.

*****

Guy was in his familiar position crouched on the rooftop of a 1930’s brick building watching the empty alleyway across the street. The vampire had been coming and going from there most evenings, but Guy hadn’t seen him since he’d taken him down with the dart several nights earlier. Usually the vampire would appear shortly after the sun went down seemingly from nowhere.

Vampires were almost impossible to tail and it had taken Guy months to get this close. He was sure the creature’s lair was nearby, but he hadn’t been able to identify it. He would not have gone in even had he been certain of the location; confronting a vampire in their own home was suicidal.

He’d meant to take him down with a dart in the alley and then destroy him, but Mel’s attentive presence had precluded that. Watching a vampire “die” is a spectacle that Mel would never have forgotten. At the time Guy hadn’t realized that Mel already knew that his attacker was a vampire, so he couldn’t take the risk of revealing that fact.

Guy’s highest priority was to maintain secrecy. Company doctrine stated that the public was not to find out about the vampires at all costs. The company Guy worked for, EERIE (Encounters with Evil: Research, Investigations, and Exterminations), was a one-of-a-kind company, extremely well-funded and highly secretive. Currently Guy was their star performer, mainly because he’d survived seven Encounters—that was two more than anyone else had lived through. He didn’t give himself high odds for surviving his eighth Encounter.

EERIE held that if the public knew that there were supernatural killers preying on the population, there would be widespread panic and innocent people would die—likely many more people than the vampires killed. And the vampires would still be out there hunting, but they would become even more elusive and difficult to catch.

It was also a company imperative that the vampires not discover that they were being systematically hunted and exterminated. Guy had seen the cruelty and power of vampires firsthand. He could well believe that they had the resources to accomplish the complete and utter destruction of whomever and whatever they chose, so keeping them ignorant EERIE’s presence and mission was of the utmost importance.

The only saving grace was that, unlike in popular fiction, vampires didn’t seem to work together at all. Except in the extremely rare occurrence of a vampire taking a mate, they were solitary creatures and very territorial. More than one vampire hunting and killing in the same area would get in each other’s way. They hid their evil deeds, often they burying their dead, or dropping them in remote areas where they were unlikely to be discovered until long after the cause of death would be undetectable.

The one he was currently tracking was unusual. It was rare to have a confirmed vampire killing, and there had been three in Seattle in the past two months. The bodies had been carelessly dumped where they would be soon found, as if the demon were taunting them. Guy’s boss, ever cautious, was worried that maybe the vampire was trying to draw them out. Guy thought that he was just arrogant, but it wouldn’t do to underestimate him.

Guy’s boss, Ed, was furious with him for using a dart on the vampire when he knew he wouldn’t be finishing the kill, thus tipping their hand. Ed thought he should have let the vampire have Mel and waited for a different night to finish him off. Guy shuddered. He didn’t think he could have lived with himself if he’d done that. Ed had called him weak.

A rat scampered down the alley, hugging the right-hand wall. Guy shifted restlessly. He was having a hard time keeping his mind on task, and a distracted vampire hunter would soon be a dead vampire hunter.

He couldn’t shake the conviction that he should be watching Mel’s place rather than staking out an abandoned vampire hideout. His gut told him the vampire had moved on—perhaps to someplace else in the city, perhaps to a different city altogether.

He was given quite a bit of autonomy at work, left to his own devices most of the time. Ed, who he knew only as an obfuscated voice on the phone, rarely tried to direct him, instead saving his acerbic tongue for after he’d screwed up. He’d been reamed a new one for rescuing Mel, and his employer was a more than a little interested in what the boy had seen and heard. Guy was pretty sure the man hadn’t believed him when he’d told him that Mel knew nothing.

Guy shifted again, trying to get the blood flowing into his cramped legs. Pendik travesti Fuck this! He made the sudden decision to investigate the alley more closely. He wasn’t doing any good sitting on the roof, and the uneasy feeling curling in his belly was difficult to ignore. I need to be protecting Mel, not a mile away on a fruitless stakeout.

He crept away from the front edge of the roof, crossed to the north side, dropped twelve feet onto the fire escape, and made his way down from there. It only took him a few seconds.

He paused in the mouth of the alley. A breeze lifted the hair off his forehead and he tilted his head to scent it. There was something rank in the air … it wasn’t the bitter scent of vampire, but something even fouler.

The alley was empty. He could hear the sounds of a small creature, likely that same rat, scurrying along through the underbrush that skirted the far end of the alley. He stepped quietly onto the pavement, picking his way carefully, staying in the shadows. The stench grew stronger and he recognized it for what it was—rotting flesh. His stomach churned at the thought of what that meant: he was about to find another victim.

He noted a boarded up window on the first level, and as he approached it, he knew it was the source of the ungodly smell. He sensed nothing moving behind the window. The demon was likely gone but had left behind a grisly present for them.

He made his way quickly out of the alley before calling in to report his discovery to Carrey who was working Central that day. He could not stop himself from pacing as he waited for Carrey to relay his information on.

Suddenly his mic crackled in his ear and his boss’s tinny voice came on, “You’re sure he’s not there?”

“Positive.” He wasn’t really—it was just a strong hunch.

“Okay. Wait for the city to send their people over before you go in. We’re calling it in now.”

“Roger.”

“Oh please, Salt. You’ve been watching too many cop shows.” Ed liked to call him by the English translation of his Italian last name, Salucci. He could hear the sarcasm even through the garbling mechanism. “You sit tight and wait for them. No heroics this time.”

“Yes, sir.” Ed had disconnected even before the words were out of his mouth. Guy leaned against the building, crossed his arms over his chest, and closed his eyes. It was going to be a long night.

Chapter Seven

“I don’t smell anything.” Inspector Kraus shot him a look that clearly said, “You are clueless and are wasting my time.” He’d obviously been pulled away from a pleasant evening to come investigate this wild goose.

“You will,” Guy said dryly. It was at times like this that he cursed his enhanced sense of smell. He knew that once they were standing next to the body, the stench would be overpowering even for mundane noses.

The inspector grumbled something under his breath about “fucking clandestine civilian organizations in bed with local bureaucrats.” He sneered at Guy. “All right. Let’s get this over with so I can go home and go to bed.” Kraus stepped back from the window and three uniformed officers closed in. They had a crowbar and a step stool, and they made short work of removing the wooden barrier from the window whose bottom ledge was about six feet up.

Once open, foulness seeped out of the dark interior. Guy discerned the acidic scent of a vampire, but it was faint, at least a few days old. He noted that, for the first time since he’d arrived, the inspector looked hesitant—perhaps he was finally catching a hint of the smell.

The owner of the apartments had been unavailable. Ed had pulled some strings to get them a search warrant, and they had gone into the front of the building, but there didn’t appear to be any way from the main part of the structure into this back corner. That had all taken hours. Now finally they were ready to make the discovery. The window seemed to be the only means of egress, and considering that it had been boarded up tightly, Guy wondered how the vampire had come and gone.

He stepped forward and shined his flashlight into the dark interior. He could have used his night vision, but he wanted the police officers to be able to see as well. The room was empty save for some beer cans, bits of flotsam, and broken glass strewn about the thick plank floors. There was a door at the far end that was closed.

Kraus stepped onto the stool and hauled himself through the window, grunting with the effort. He was of medium height and skinny except for a small gut protruding over his belt; he didn’t look like he was accustomed to much physical activity. The three remaining officers looked at each other, obviously having a silent discussion about who should go in next. Guy preempted them, pushing past the closest one and vaulting through the window.

The inspector was shining his light around the room. Dust lay thick over the pine flooring. Plaster was crumbling from the walls revealing the lath underneath in places. Guy shone his light into the beams ten feet overhead. There was a window high on the wall accessible from one of the beams. That must be how he got in and out, Guy guessed. Vampires could climb like lizards.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

First Double BJ

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It was sophomore year of college. I was taking calculus 2 at Cal Poly Pomona. I knew nobody in the class and I desperately needed a study buddy. I asked a few girls and got shot down. I then asked this boy who sat close to me. He agreed for later that night at his dorm room. I was extremely nervous for the test coming up.

I got to his dorm room a couple minutes past 9pm. He opened the door, it was a two bed dorm room, looked like any other in the place. His roommate was also in the room studying. We introduced ourselves. His name was Patrick. He was looked mixed, possibly White and Hispanic, had light brown eyes, and solid brown hair. He dressed nice, a little too nice. I would guessed that he was most likely gay. The boy I was about to study with, who’s name was Richard, was white, had blue eyes and blonde, short hair.

We opened our books and got to business. After about an hour and half of studying and a couple beers we were getting tired. We decided to take a break and take a couple shots of whiskey. Being a drinker, I took four shots within a half an hour. Patrick, Richard and I were really getting into our conversations. Patrick told me that he was gay, but Richard said that he was not. I said I wasn’t, having a girlfriend who I loved, but that I have fooled around with a couple guys in the past. The truth was a I sucked a couple dicks in my past, and it was some of the most exciting, pleasurable things I have ever done. I was obviously thinking of hooking up with Patrick. He was good looking and I couldn’t stop wondering how his dick looked, how it tasted, how it felt in my mouth.

We continued to take shots and drink beers. The conversations were flowing. Richard left to use the restroom and I thought to myself ‘this is my chance to talk to Patrick’. I sat next to him on his bed while we were still talking. We were looking in each others eyes. We were talking about the craziest places we had ever hooked up. I admitted that I had never had sex in a dorm, but always wanted to (I stayed at an apartment off campus). My eyes had been strolling his body and undressing him. He was blushing and it got quite. I put my hand on his thigh and moved in for kiss. He pulled back slightly at first, we locked eyes for a quarter of a second, then he moved in towards me. His lips were soft, soft as a women. We kissed for what felt like 5 minutes but was more like 30 seconds. My hand was rubbing his leg, while we looked into each others eyes again. I moved back in a kissed his neck. He smelt good, like he just took a shower and pulled his clothes out the wash. I gently kissed and nibbled at his neck and went back for his lips. The kisses started gentle but moved quickly to biting lips and a lot of tongue. At that point Richard came back in.

“Oh…” Richard said.

Patrick and I were very embarrassed and blushing. He closed the door quickly behind him.

“It’s Göztepe travesti alright,” Richard said. “I ain’t trippin'”.

Richard sat down on his bed. He was obviously tipsy because his path from the door to the bed was about as straight as Patrick.

“Umm…well…you guys can..um….continue..If you want…I don’t mind.” muttered Richard.

Patrick and I looked at each other, looked at Richard, who was slightly smiling, looked back at each other, shrugged and we right back to where we were at. The idea of Richard watching us kind of turned me on. I pushed Patrick down on his bed and straddled him. I glanced over at Richard to see him looking at us intensely…I knew he wasn’t completely straight. I look back at Patrick and dive back in. I could feel Patrick’s dick getting hard under my ass as I grinded it on him. I sat up and pulled my shirt off and he instantly reached for my belt. He unbuckled it faster then I could have, and unbuttoned my pants. My dick was already hard and the outline could easily be seen though the jeans. He grabbed my boxers by the rim and pulled them down with my jeans and out shot my dick like a rocket. He couldn’t take his eyes off it and immediately grabbed it and started rubbing it.

I pulled his shirt up to his armpits. He let go of my dick to take his shirt over his head and I rubbed my dick on his smooth stomach. He threw his shirt at Richard who hasn’t taken his eyes off of us. Patrick grabbed my dick again and continued rubbing it. His hands were soft, and knew exactly how to rub me. I scoot up onto his chest to put my dick in front of his face. He kisses and licks the tip gently. His tongue worked the underside of my dick head. With the movements of his tongue, my dick twitched. I pushed the head into his mouth and pulled it out quickly. His mouth was still open so I slapped my cock on it to make a popping noise. He moaned and as he was I pushed it back in his mouth. I humped his mouth softly, moving my dick around his mouth, while his tongue continued to work the bottom side of my dick.

I pulled my dick out and got off his chest on the side of his bed. Patrick’s eyes were fixated on my cock, still twitching with pleasure. I pulled my pants down to reveal my cleanly shaven balls hanging low. At this time I began to stare at his large bulge in his pants. I moved my cock back towards his face while standing on the side of the bed and start rubbing his bulge. He started jacking my cock and sucking and licking my balls. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His cut, 8 inch cock plopped out. It was clean shaven and his balls hung low like mine. I couldn’t hold myself back and went straight down to put him in my mouth. I grabbed his cock, holding it up towards my mouth, I licked the precum that sat at the tip. The sweet flavor entered my watering mouth. I then leaned down and shoved his cock into my mouth. Küçükyalı travesti He completely filled my mouth even though I was only slightly past the head. I moaned loudly as he started licking the underside of my dick.

I bobbed on his dick, pulling it out every once in a while to kiss and lick it. I pulled it out and ran my tongue completely over his balls. getting them nice and wet. He was moaning with my dick resting on his face. I spat on his cock and started rubbing it between my hand and his stomach as I licked and sucked his balls. I dropped to my knees at the side of his bed and pulled his legs around my head. I licked up and down the length of his dick about five times and then got back to bobbing on his cock. He grabbed the back of my head and stared humping my face gently. My cock twitched.

My blood was flowing. The feeling of his hot, hard, smooth cock filling my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat was unbelievable. My mouth was watering like crazy, his balls were dripped with my spit. At that point I felt something rest on my shoulder. It was really warm and fleshy. I had completely forgot about Richard. I turned around and looked up to see Richard standing over me, holding his cock. He slapped me in the face with it. I moaned, I loved his hot, slightly hard cock slapping my cheek. I wanted him in my mouth too! I stuck my tongue out. He rubbed his cock over my wet tongue then shoved it in my mouth. He was slightly smaller then Patrick, but tasted just as amazing. He humped my face and pulled out. I turned to Patrick and put his dick bck in my mouth. I bobbed on his dick while jacking Richard, then switched it up. I did this a few times. I would look up at each of them as I sucked them.

Patrick got down to his knees as I was sucking Richard. He got slightly below me and started licking on Richard’s slightly hairy balls. Richard was moaning. I pulled out his cock t kiss the tip. Patrick moved up to kiss the other side of his dick. Richard’s dick then slid into Patrick’s mouth as I started licking the side and underside of Richard’s dick. I moved to Richards balls and began engulfing them in my mouth while Patrick worked his cock like a porn star. We swithed off between the balls and dick for a while. I then pulled back to let Patrick enjoy Richard’s cock on his own while I got up and took another shot.

I laid on Patrick’s bed with pillows under my head, propping it up, and signed for Richard to come over. He pulled his cock out of Patrick’s mouth and straddled my chest and shoved his cock in my already open mouth. He started to hump my mouth when I felt a warm mouth over my dick. I could feel Patrick as he deep throated my whole cock. I moaned loudly as Richard pumped my face and Patrick worked my cock. I grabbed Richard’s ass and pushed him in further. I could feel myself get close to cumming but I didn’t want to yet. Avrupa yakası travesti I pushed Patrick up off my cock and I guess he got the clue. He then got on the chair and started jacking off as he watched Richard use my face. I could feel Richard’s cock getting larger in my mouth. He was humping harder and harder. Sometimes I would gag and pull it out to breath but he would just put it back in. He fucked my face for a few more minutes, then pulled out quickly started jacking it. I stuck my tongue out waiting for his hot load. I squeezed his ass and moaned as he started breathing louder and louder. He then pointed it straight at my face and made a grunt sound. A second later, his first spurt shot out with some power on my left cheek. The second shot hit my tongue and tooth. The next four quickly followed with perfect aim. He unloaded his last shots right on my tongue. I pulled my tongue in and felt his hot, salty cum settle at the back of my throat. as I squeezed the last of his cum out of his cock into my mouth. He then pulled his cock back and slapped it on my face, spreading the cum on my face. I moaned with pleasure. He got up off my and Patrick came over. He started kissing my with passion. His tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting the cum still in my mouth. He licked some of the cum off my chin and cheek, the stood up and said, “My turn.”

He stepped back from the bed and I followed like a puppy dog. I got straight to my knees and swallowed the amazing load in my mouth. It was thick going down but didn’t phase me. I was too excited for my second load. I quickly started worshiping Patrick’s cock with my mouth. I was licking and sucking it like it was my first time. I was really working the bottom of his head as I bobbed on his hard throbbing cock. He was moaning louder saying “Ya like that…uhh..ya, like that”

I kept what I was doing, increasing my speed and intensity. When it happened. His cum started shooting into my mouth. I felt the first shot hit the back of my tongue and was followed by numerous shots after. I was so in bliss that I cannot remember how many. The cum was dripping form the sides of my mouth as I continued to suck his cock. I pull it out to swallow. I couldn’t swallow it all at once, but was able to do it in two. I immediately put his cock back in my mouth until it began to soften. Patrick then pulled e to my feet and we kissed for a few minute. He then dropped to his knees. I deep throated my whole cock and I held his head on it. I started pumping his face with my cock fully in his throat. He forced his head back to breath then put it right back in. After a couple times he started jerking my cock with both hand. They were like magic and I felt as if I was about to cum. “I’m bout to..I’m bout to!” I moaned, He sped up and opened his mouth. “Ugghhhhh!” I came huge. The first couple shots completely covered his face and then he puts my cock in his mouth. He sucked me completely dry. He pulled my cock out and kissed my balls. I sat down and put my pants on. Richard gave me a towel to clean up, and then I put my shirt on. We said our goodbye, and I gave Patrick one last kiss. As I left I thought ‘Fuck, I need to study more often’

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Family Reunion

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Warning: This story contains incest.

“And then the dumb son of a bitch thought he would try to outrun the bull.”

Everyone except my cousin, Sean, the butt of the joke, laughed at his expense.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t know,” Sean said bitterly though a smile teased his lips.

Sean, his brother, Shane, my two brothers, Ethan and Eric, and I were sitting around in our aunt and uncle’s barn. The whole family and some close friends had gathered for the end of summer holiday and to surprise our grandparents who had recently celebrated their fifty-fifth wedding anniversary. With the party over, us boys had retreated to the seclusion of the wooden structure to have our own time alone to catch up and reminisce. Shane and Sean also had two sisters who, along with my husband, Tim, had remained in the house with the others, understandably not wanting to be involved with whatever trouble and fraternal fighting the five of us would surely get into.

As our laughter died down, Shane, who, like me, was thirty-one, looked around the barn fondly. “Boy, having you guys here, this place brings back memories.”

“Sneaking beers and hiding from switches and ass whoopin’s?” Ethan asked having been a part of some of those experiences.

“That, too,” Shane said with a smirk. “I lost my virginity in that stall to Carol Rae Miller.”

Exclamations and curses of surprise broke out.

“Yep. And I took Penny Davis’s over there,” he said without remorse, almost boasting.

Our eyes went wide and we glanced over to Eric who had an angry expression on his face.

“You? You were the one who did that? Man, she was my girlfriend.”

Shane rolled his eyes. “Don’t be mad. Hell, you even said she was a lousy lay.”

“But that was my girlfriend. I was supposed to be her first.”

Shane shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, I fucked all of their girlfriends, too. Some more than once.”

While I sat quietly, not really surprised by that revelation, the other guys began to yell at Shane who did little more than smile unapologetically and finish off his beer before opening another one. We’d all already had one too many and with the turn in the conversation to sex and Shane’s confessions, I began to worry about my own secret coming out.

“Man, Ed,” Ethan said to me. “You’re so fucking lucky you’re gay. At least that way you know he wasn’t going to go after your boyfriends.”

Even though we lived in a rural town, I had come out as a freshman in high school and was surprised by how little push back I had gotten. There was some, but my friends and family, with Shane being the most visible and vocal of my supporters, had backed me up and after he and I beat one guy to a pulp, no one else said anything about me or gave me grief.

I shrugged in response to Ethan and hoped my face didn’t betray my nervousness but Shane caught it. His eyes locked with mine and a wide smile broke out on his face. With a look and a small shake of the head I silently pleaded for him to remain quiet but I knew it was not going to happen.

“With good old Edward there, I didn’t need to go after his boyfriends.”

“What do you mean ‘you didn’t need to go after his boyfriends’?” Eric asked looking between us.

I closed my eyes and sighed heavily in resignation as Shane said, “Thanks to me, even before he completely came out, he was well versed in taking dick.”

The barn fell silent and when I opened my eyes, our brothers were looking between us in shock.

Obviously enjoying himself, Shane continued. “Oh, yeah. Everything he knows about servicing a cock is because of me. Hell, not only did I give him his first dick to suck, I popped his cherry, too.”

“Bullshit,” Sean said slowly with a tone that made it obvious he was not quite convinced Shane was pulling his leg.

Shane beamed with pride. It was subtle but I saw the hand that was already resting on his lap inch over and begin to play with his package. “Hell, yeah, I did. Whenever we had sleepovers or went camping there was a reason why the two of us always shared a tent or kicked you guys out of the room and it wasn’t because we were the oldest. Hell, there were times that you little shits nearly caught us when he was sucking my dick or giving up his ass in one of these stalls or up in the rafters. Thankfully, y’all were some noisy sons of bitches and we could hear you coming. You guys know I was always in some pussy but he loved dick, or at least mine, just as much if not more. A few times I took out a girl and didn’t even try to fuck her because he had drained me.”

All eyes focused on me and my obvious embarrassment provided the corroboration for his story.

“Holy shit.”

“Unfuckingbelievable.”

Ethan winced. “No offense, bro, ’cause you know I love you, but that’s nasty as shit. You fucking fucked our cousin?”

“To be fair,” Shane offered, “I fucked him. Never touched his dick.”

“So much better,” Sean said sarcastically.

“In my eyes it is. He’s the one that’s gay, not me,” Shane said easily as his eyes İzmir Travesti returned to lock on mine. No one seemed to notice that he was groping himself and even though it had been years since we had messed around, I knew that he was thinking about getting his dick into me again. “While I never made it a habit to go around dicking guys, a hole is a hole, and I’ve had a few asses since his. But, I tell you what, after he learned how to do it, he gave me the best head that I’ve ever had and his ass was better than most of the pussy that I got. That’s why I was always letting him have it.”

Sounds of disbelief and disgust broke out again but stopped as Shane got to his feet and crossed the distance to stand in front of me. Still holding his beer, he placed his empty hand on my shoulder and smirked. “For old time’s sake?”

Like the others, I was sitting on a bale of hay and Shane’s crotch was now in my face but I looked up to meet his emerald eyes. At a height of six feet six inches, Shane was not a small guy and had a lean but filled out musculature from his work around his parents’ farm. Though we regularly talked on the phone and through social media, I had not seen him in person for any real length of time since I left for college seemingly a lifetime ago. Upon arriving for the reunion, I had been surprised by how handsome and rugged he looked in his stereotypical farm wear of boots, tight jeans, button down shirt and cowboy hat covering his short but shaggy copper hair. While essentially the same, his square face had matured and weathered slightly from working out in the elements on the farm he was going to take over someday and had no trace of the baby fat that had been on the cute, teen visage that lived in my memory.

As had been mentioned, I’d had a few boyfriends in high school after I came out, but Shane had been the guy I loved. I knew he was completely straight and never tried to go for more or anything but he also knew that I had more than familial feelings for him yet he never toyed with me. In his eyes, I was an easy, willing, and very convenient lay. I never told him no and learned how to work his cock the way he wanted it done and he never denied me when I approached him for sex. The times that he had been unable to have sex with a girl he was seeing was because I had gotten jealous and used his dick to the point where he couldn’t get it up no matter what I did. He never complained, though, because the sex was good and he thought if he pissed me off, I’d cut him off. I never would have but he didn’t know that.

Seeing him smile down at me, I smiled back as all of the old feelings for him rushed back. And when he gave me a short, upward nod from his head, I reached for his belt and fly.

“No. This is not happening,” Eric said.

Sean exclaimed, “Are you guys serious with this shit?”

Ethan hung his head and held it with a hand while muttering something inaudible to himself.

With Shane’s fly open I was assaulted instantly with the smell of musk and sweat on his crotch from the still hot Florida night. Not hesitating, I pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees and was not surprised to hear Eric and Sean let out new curses. My own breath caught as I revealed Shane’s not quite hard cock and immediately began to stroke it, stimulating it to grow further. It lengthened quickly and was soon at full mast.

Staring at the hard cock in my fist, it felt like old times. Shane’s cock looked slightly longer than I remembered, but the easy ten inches hadn’t changed much in girth. Like his body, Shane’s uncut cock was long and thin and capped with a blunt helmet that rested mostly on the top side of the tip. It was bisected by a long, wide piss slit that when looking at it directly reminded me of a mouth surrounded by two full lips turned on their side. Beneath the pale skin that held none of the dark freckles that covered the rest of his body, meandering blood vessels of different colors and thicknesses were visible. Growing out from a dense patch of untrimmed, copper colored hair, it had a gentle, shallow, downward curve, a result of gravity and the fact that he never got steely hard. Beneath was a low hanging sack containing a pair of balls that were large enough to complement the shaft above. Covered with sparse red hair, it had a few golden freckles on the wrinkled surface and my chin and ass warmed with a sense memory of what they felt like slapping against me. Finished with my visual examination, like a moth to a flame I leaned forward and took his tip into my mouth.

“No!” the other guys yelled as my mouth and Shane’s dick got reacquainted.

“Fuck ’em, Ed,” Shane said to me with a laugh. He moved his hand from my shoulder to my head and set up a tentative pace thrusting his hips. “They’ve never had head as good as you give. If they did, they’d understand.”

“I get that a guy could mess around with another guy,” Sean said. “But no head or ass can be good enough to ignore that he’s your cousin, man.”

Shane turned his head to look at his brother. “That’s part of Konya Travesti what makes it the best.”

Sean shook his head. “That’s sick.”

“You wouldn’t think that if he was choking on your cock.”

“Guess we’ll never find out.”

“Stop being a little bitch and feed him your dick,” Shane said. “Be a man and get some for once.”

While the two brothers went back and forth, I looked over Sean. Nineteen and the baby of the group, he was six feet three inches tall and a smaller version of Shane. Though his eyes were a brown-hazel color and his hair was darker, closer to auburn, there was no denying they were brothers. I’d never given him a second look, but now I wondered if he was as hung and skilled as his brother but knew I would never have the chance to find out.

Eric’s voice cut through the two brothers’ argument. “That fucker’s eyeing you. You want to do it, don’t you?”

It only took me a blink of an eye before I pulled off Shane’s dick and responded figuring there was nothing to hide anymore. “Judge me all you want, but yeah, I’d suck his cock. And truth be known, I wouldn’t mind having a go at the two of yours.”

The four of them fell silent as I went back to work on Shane’s dick. Time seemed to tick by slowly before Ethan said softly, “Shit. Didn’t expect that.”

“You’re sick, man,” Sean said at the same time Eric said, “That’s just fucked up.”

Slightly annoyed but feeling the freedom truth provided, I pulled off Shane again.

“Oh, please. I’ve heard the two of you talking about the things you’d like to do to Lizzy,” I said to Sean and Eric, referring to another cousin who was in the house with the rest of the family. Fixing Ethan with a stare, I added, “And don’t think I forgot about how often you used to sneak peaks at Aunt Amy and our mother and beat your meat.”

“You jerked off to my mother?” Sean asked in disbelief. “And your own?”

Ethan blushed with embarrassment. “I was a horny kid. I didn’t know any better.”

I scoffed. “Maybe when you first started, but I know you had been doing it for at least two years when I caught you that time when I was home on break. I’m sure it didn’t stop then.”

Shane laughed while Eric and Sean gave Ethan grief about his masturbation habits.

After a few moments I broke back in. “My point is, we’ve all thought about shit like this. The only difference is I’ve done it and have no problems doing it again. So sit there and judge me all you want, but if you want what will most likely be the best head you’ve ever gotten, whip it out and get over here.”

Having said my peace, I refocused on Shane’s cock and ignored the others. I was genuinely surprised when only a few moments later I heard someone move, quickly followed by new curses and cries of disbelief.

I turned toward the commotion and saw Eric moving toward me and Shane while opening his jeans.

With a practical tone, he said, “Shit, why not? He’s offering and it’s been almost three weeks since me and Tracy did anything.”

Caring for five children, the oldest two being twins and the youngest two under three, while they both worked, I could believe that my baby brother and his wife didn’t have much time together.

“That’s your brother,” Sean said while Ethan just stared. “Your fucking brother.”

“Believe me, I know that.” Eric shook his head obviously hesitant as he stopped next to Shane. While he lowered his cargo shorts, he said to me, “I may not have a donkey dick to offer you like this motherfucker but this better be the best goddamn head I ever got. Understand?”

“It will be,” Shane assured him as my brother pulled out his dick. “That’s not a bad piece you got there.”

I glanced over and for the first time in my life got an up close look at Eric’s crotch. Though his cock was my target, my eyes were first drawn to the hairless, bloated sack beneath. To say that it was the size of an orange would be an exaggeration but not by much. It was tight against his body and held the promise of loads that would probably put Shane’s to shame. Moving my eyes away from it, I glanced up to the neatly trimmed bush and saw that Eric’s cock was practically half the length of Shane’s, topping out at about six inches. It was thicker than I expected but not to the point that it looked out of place on his narrow body. I was slightly surprised to see that the uncut crown at the end of his straight length was pointed, unlike mine that was more of a bullet shape. However, similar to my own dick, there was a thick, raised vein running along the topside just off center. From it, a few others branched out and wrapped around the sides like vines. While I spent a few more moments with my mouth on Shane’s cock, I reached a hand over and explored my brother’s dick with my hand. The heat it emitted was much greater than I expected and those raised veins had little give reminding me of the texture on a ribbed condom or dildo.

While I stroked him, I looked over my youngest brother in a way I had never done beyond thinking he was generally Antalya Travesti attractive. At five feet ten inches, he was between my six feet height and Ethan’s five feet nine inches. Twenty-five, he and his wife were elementary school teachers and he also coached youth soccer, having played the sport both during grade school and college. Because of his athletic activities, he had a tight body that rippled with muscles that I had seen every summer when my husband, Tim, and I spent a week at the beach near where he now lived in a city on the other side of the state from where we had grown up. Unlike Shane and Sean, Eric, as well as Ethan and myself, had faces that were more of a diamond shape with strong jaw lines. My brother’s red hair was thick and he maintained the wavy locks at a fashionable shoulder length. When I finally moved off Shane and took him into my mouth, he sighed and let out a curse.

“Told you it was good,” Shane said as he stood there while I began to stroke his untended cock.

“He just put it in his mouth,” Eric said with undisguised awe.

“Wait until he gets going.”

“I cannot believe this is happening,” Sean said.

Shane turned to his brother. “You’d believe it if you got your cock out and got over here.”

“Sean, man.” Eric’s voice was breathless. “This is better than you’d believe. He hasn’t done shit yet and I already can’t wait until he comes to the beach this summer.”

Sean shook his head adamantly. “No. Nope. Not happening. You’re with me, right?”

He had directed the question to Ethan. When my brother didn’t respond immediately, Sean took in the longing look on my other brother’s face and groaned. “Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re thinking about it, too.”

Ethan shrugged. “Never got a bad blow job from a dude. And a piece of ass is a nice change from pussy every now and then.”

Everyone, including me, looked at Ethan in surprise.

Ethan huffed. “What? Really? Ya’ll are going to look at me like I’m crazy for getting a nut in a locker room or out in the field even though he’s the one over there sucking his brother’s dick after admitting to being Shane’s slut and saying he’d take us all on? I’m the sideshow? Really?”

“You can’t blame us, E,” Shane said with surprise coloring his voice. “It’s just you’re the biggest fucking stud around here—I swear you got more girls hanging on you than me—and you’re telling us you made it with another guy.”

Ethan stood and made his way over to us pawing his crotch. “More than a few. Like you said, ‘a hole is a hole.’ And since we’re admitting things, no sense hiding the fact that I’ve been fucking ass since high school whenever I needed it. There’s a reason Jake Tucker suddenly became my friend.”

I pulled off Eric’s dick hearing Ethan mention a football player that I’d had a crush on since middle school but could never become more than acquaintances with. I never understood how despite being my age, he had come to be good friends with my younger brother. In fact, they were still friends and Ethan hung out with him and his family regularly. “Jake?”

Ethan gave me a smile that was part smug and part apologetic. “I know you wanted him, but that dude has issues. Fucker still says he’s straight but he can work a dick as good as any chick. No offense, but if you beg to take it up the ass and willingly act as a cum dump for a football team, chances are you’re gay.”

“Wow,” I said after a silent moment before taking Eric’s dick back into my mouth. Though I agreed with Ethan that it sounded like I had dodged a bullet, I still felt some jealousy at having not had a chance to go at Jake.

Though Ethan was the shortest of the three of us he was the most muscular from his time in the Marines, reminding me of a bulldog because of the way his arms no longer laid flat at his sides. He still worked out regularly and, at twenty-eight, he was at the peak of fitness. His polo-style shirt stretched tight over his chest and his thick, dime-sized nipples were prominent against the fabric even in the warm air. Pressing against the legs of his khaki shorts was a pair of legs that each were easily twice the size of anyone else’s in the barn and I remembered the sight of his large, tight ass walking around the farm earlier in the day. On top of his head, his strawberry blond hair was buzzed short on the sides as it had been when he’d had a regulation cut but on the top was longer than would be acceptable and stood up straight, though he sometimes gelled it back in a low pompadour.

I had a lean body like Eric but with a good amount of muscle on it, though not nearly as much as Ethan. My own auburn hair was an easy to care for medium length with a side part. A neatly trimmed bright red beard covered my jaw and matched the bush of hair at the base of my cock that I refused to trim. Many people had told me over the years that despite my friendly personality, my emerald eyes appeared cold and unfriendly and I often used that to my advantage. In this moment, they watched intently as Ethan opened his shorts and peeled them down over his massive thighs. Still contained in a pair of boxer briefs, his already large cock twitched as it continued to swell. When he finally freed it and stroked it to full mast, I was somewhat surprised to see that he was significantly larger than both me and Eric.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ever Been Propositioned

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

I worked in The Hague; after Luca returned to Italy to work in his father’s factory in Milano, Sundays were quite. This Sunday, for a change, I took a 30 minute train ride into Amsterdam. After arriving at Centraal station I walked in the general direction of Dam Square, where I was propositioned.

By being asked how much; ok it was a hot day, I was wearing rather short shorts; so was he. Taken by surprise; I asked what for/where (not a good choice of words). He said have fun at my hotel; it was an exclusive and expensive hotel. I said sorry. He said ok; how about a coffee we are both alone here. His English was perfect with a Nordic accent, turned out he was Swedish, his name Bjorn, 45 years old. I was approaching thirty at the time.

We went to an outdoor cafe for coffee and got chatting. I commented during the conversation on it being a hot day, he said his hotel had a swimming pool. Did I want to go and sit at it. I said yes. Don’t know why but I did. We went there, talking as we went, I mentioned that I did not have any swimwear with me. He said it’s ok he can arrange it. We arrived Maltepe travesti at the hotel; he got his key and we went over to the hotel shop. The swimwear was their but was all rainbow patterns; it turned out it was an expensive but gay orientated hotel.

The shop staff came over, Bjorn told them what we wanted, and then the shop assistant’s started to measure us up. Never experienced that before when buying swimwear; quite an enchanting and exhilarating experience. A few minutes later they brought two pairs of matching swimwear, rainbow colour, and asked us to try them on behind the screens. We did they were a perfect fit. He charged them both to his room.

He then invited me to his room to get changed and go to the pool. I felt very comfortable in his presence. We arrived at his room, which had a private veranda and entrance to the pool area. We got changed together and were both standing there in our matching rainbow swimwear. He looked at me and gestured with his hand to join him in his big bed. Felt ok about it. Slipped off my swimwear, first, he followed; we Ümraniye travesti both lay on the bed. Did a bit of exploration getting to know each other, he liked touching and had a nice way about doing it.

Time arrived for the next stage, not my favorite position but had done it a few times before. He fitted protection, pulled pillows in position for me to rest on, and applied warmed oil. Then slowly engaged with me, ever so gently, no pain only gentle pressure. Slowly he started to undulate, ever so gently, I really enjoyed it, him too, gradually he started to show signs of Cuming, and he did with two or three final lunges. We rolled over smiled and he gestured my turn.

We changed positions and I started, not as good as him, his experience showed; a few times he said slowly and gentle. After what seemed a long time I started to feel that I was about to cum too. I did. We both rolled over again, relaxed. We did it another time before going for a shower together, before going to the pool. We enjoyed the afternoon sun and a few beers as we sat there, very relaxed in Tuzla travesti each other’s company. We noticed others were there, equally relaxed in each other’s company.

We went back to his room for another relaxing session. We showered together, again, afterwards, changed and went to the cafeteria for something to eat. He paid again; he insisted.

Later he walked me back for my train, nice night, handed me a hotel bag with my swimwear in it, the hotel had washed and dried them. Got my train home, looked in the bag the swimwear was their and an envelope with a thousand Swedish Crown note in it.

We had exchange phone numbers as he went to Amsterdam and The Hague on business quite often. We met once or twice a month to start with, sometimes at his hotel in The Hague or Amsterdam or my apartment; he also often stayed there at weekends when he could. No matter how many times I said no money; after he left I would find a thousand Crown note he had left somewhere.

We are still good friends, finally got him to stop leaving money, nice but embarrassing. Turned out he was a partner in a Swedish Tax Law firm contracted to the oil company I worked for. Apparently in Sweden this is tax deductible. Over the next two years we attended as a couple some high class public social affairs. They are stories unto themselves. Maybe one day I will write about them too.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Facing the Frat Boy Ch. 05

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ch. 05: A case for answering unknown calls

“So how have the Pi Kapps been taking it?” Ryan asked, looking up from his computer.

Levi nodded, “Pretty well considering I dropped the bomb on them.” He chuckled, “Mac keeps insisting that he knew all along- saying that he pieced it together after seeing me here so often.”

Ryan laughed, “Well I’m glad they’re taking it okay. Though that’s bullshit cause Mac’s barely here.”

Levi shook his head as he got up from the desk and crawled into bed. He carefully placed Ryan’s macbook on the counter and pulled the boy close. “He said he came back late a couple nights and heard strange sounds coming from your room.”

He kissed at Ryan’s neck, grazing his teeth along that sensitive skin as the freshman let out some soft moans. “Just like these.”

Ryan went red in embarrassment, “Fuck! Now I can’t look at him again!” He covered his face with his hands as Levi pulled them away. “Now whenever I see him, I’ll be reminded that he’s heard me getting railed by you.”

“Pretty sure the entire fourth floor has heard that. You’re not very quiet, bro.”

The freshman glared as Levi chuckled, “It’s no big deal, Ry. You’re gonna be in dorms and apartments for the next four years so you have to get used to hearing other people have sex.” He chuckled, “And being heard.”

“Besides, he only told me cause we’re close.” He kissed again, “And he assured me that if anyone on your floor ever made a complaint about you, he’ll take care of it.”

Ryan nodded as he let him continue his assault. It had been three weeks since Levi came out to his frat- in a bout of annoyance at Ryan’s worries. He assured him later that it wasn’t some spontaneous thing and that he’d actually been planning to do so for a couple days. Still, the news came as a bit of a shock to the straight house.

Pi Kappa Phi was arguably one of the more tolerant organizations in the entire Greek community at their school. They didn’t have the reputation that other fraternities had for hazing or kicking out gay kids, though one couldn’t make the case that they were this safe haven for the LGBTQ community either. They were welcoming on paper, and never really had a reason to put their money where their mouth was- until Levi, of course, decided to shake things up. Since then, Ryan had periodically asked the older boy how things had been, waiting for that day Levi would admit that things had gone sour. Still, three weeks later, it hadn’t. Most of the Pi Kapps were supportive, while the rest simply didn’t care. Ryan learned that sometimes indifference is better than fake inclusion.

The boys were deep in a make out session- something they found themselves doing a lot these days. They had sex almost every time they were together- mind blowing, toe curling sex. But still, these little moments of kissing and fondling proved to be some of their favorite moments. There was intimacy in this that you just don’t get from regular hook ups. And they’d been together for almost two months now that they’d taken notice of what the other liked. Levi loved kissing at the younger boy’s neck, knowing just how sensitive he was, and how it elicited cute little moans. Ryan, on the other hand, was needy- constantly reaching for the boy’s hand or licking at an exposed piece of flesh whenever his mouth was free. They could do this for hours, ignoring their hardened dicks while their mouths got to play.

Ryan’s phone started to ring, causing the older boy to slow down.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” He asked, with the younger boy still holding onto his face.

“Nope.” He said immediately, pulling their lips back together. His cock was already rock hard and no phone call could bring it down.

His phone rang twice after that, with each time making Ryan grunt in annoyance. He ignored it again, insisting that Levi not stop his actions.

A couple minutes passed, making the younger boy think that all the distractions were over. Levi was sucking on the boy’s nipples, ready to rip the shirt off and get his boyfriend properly naked. That was, until they heard a knock at the door. It was strange considering how Ryan wasn’t really close with anyone else on his floor. Most of the friends he made didn’t even live in the building. He and Levi exchanged a weird look before straightening themselves up. Ryan adjusted the bulge in his pants and he looked to see Levi doing the same. The older boy took a seat at the desk, pretending to get back to work as Ryan went to see who was at the door.

“Mac?” He asked, seeing the 6’4″ blonde jock standing at his door. He was covered in sweat and was shaking a tumbler that he guessed was full of some weird protein mix.

” Hey Ryan.” He looked past the tanned boy to see Levi inconspicuously sitting at the desk. “Sup Levi.” He said with a knowing smirk. Levi nodded back, knowing he’d get shit for this later.

“Uhh is there something you need?” Ryan asked.

Mac replied, “Yeah, actually. I Travesti just came back from a workout and noticed there were some people downstairs at the front desk. I think they’re your folks. They said they were here to surprise you but couldn’t get a hold of you.”

“My parents are here?!?”

The blonde boy nodded, “Now we can’t actually confirm or deny that you live here- it’s some FERPA issue that’s complicated and pretty much just keeps the school out of sticky situations.” He smiled, “But since I know you, I figured I’d give you a heads up.”

“Damn thanks. I’ll go down and see ’em.”

Mac smiled, “You’re welcome dude.” He looked between him and Levi, “You two have fun.” He said with a grin.

Ryan closed the door and checked his phone. Sure enough, he had three missed calls from the unknown number and one from his brother Scott on WhatsApp.

“I told you to answer it.” Levi playfully scolded and as he put on his shoes.

“Well I didn’t realize they’d be surprising me!” The younger boy said as he put away his books and changed his clothes. “They must have picked up a SIM card straight from the airport- that’s why I didn’t recognize the number.”

Levi replied, “Did you know they were coming?”

Ryan shrugged, “They told me they were flying into LA for my Auntie’s wedding and that Scott was tagging along to check out USC. I didn’t think they’d be able to make a stop here.”

“Looks like they made time.”

They gathered their stuff before heading down the stairs to the front desk. Ryan was in such a rush to meet them, that they hadn’t really discussed what to do once they got downstairs. Levi followed the boy, keeping a slight distance as they turned the corner to see three people standing behind the desk.

“Son!” The older woman said as she pulled Ryan into a hug. The couple were in their early fifties according to the boy, but they didn’t look like it. Then again, Levi himself had to constantly remind people that his own mom was well past forty. Ryan’s mom had waves of dark brown hair that didn’t seem to have ever been dyed. Even his dad, though balding a bit, kept himself in great shape. Levi wished he could keep his build when he got to that age.

“Hey guys! I didn’t know you’d be coming into town!” The tanned boy pulled away from his mom and gave his dad a similar hug.

The older man stood just a few inches above the boy as he hugged him. “Well Cheryl doesn’t get married until tomorrow so we figured we could skip all the rehearsal crap and come up to see you- even if it’s only for a day.”

“Peter!” Ryan’s mom chided as her husband shook his head.

“What? She’s my sister!” He chuckled, “We flew all this way for her wedding so dammit we’re allowed to skip some of the extra stuff to come see our son!”

Ryan laughed as he pulled the teenager into a half hug. “Hey bro.” He said, messing up the kid’s hair. From a distance, they could have been mistaken for twins, though Scott wore his hair a little longer than Ryan- imitating the curled look that most of the famous dudes on TikTok wore.

“Hey dude. Did you get shorter?” He teased, as Ryan playfully punched his shoulder. He was only a few inches shorter than the freshman, but he had that same baby face and wide smile that Levi found to be infectious.

“You wish!”

Their mom interjected, “Really Scott, we drive all the way up from Los Angeles and that’s the first thing you say to your brother?”

The younger boy made a face, “Fine.” He cleared his throat, “Hey Ryan, how’s school? Glad you haven’t flunked out yet.”

Ryan’s dad softly hit the boy on the back of his head as they all laughed it off. The whole time, Levi stood at a bit of a distance, just watching them interact. He didn’t know what to do- thinking that just walking away without saying anything would be rude. He also just didn’t want to go up and talk to them- having not discussed what he’d even say.

“Hey Mom, Dad, this is Levi.” Ryan said, calling the boy over.

Levi came up to them and extended his hand- having not had a formal introduction in quite some time. He put on his best smile as he said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Levi, Ryan’s-” he was ready to say friend because regardless of how things were with the Pi Kapps, Ryan’s family was a whole different story. But the younger boy had other ideas, he jumped in before Levi could continue.

“He’s my boyfriend.” He said casually, looking back at his parents like he was spewing some useless fact like “he’s a bio major” or “he lives on my floor.”

The older boy just stood there, speechless for the first time in his life. He looked over to Ryan’s parents who had raised their eyebrows but didn’t say anything bad.

“No shit?”Scott said, looking up from his phone. Levi laughed at the comment while Ryan glared at him.

“I’m just saying! He actually looks pretty cool- what’s he doing with you?”

Ryan reached over and knocked the back of his head just like İstanbul Travesti his dad did, though a lot harder.

“In your brother’s defense, he’s pretty cool too.” The frat boy said as he and Scott knocked their fists together.

“Well Levi, it’s even nicer to meet you now.” Ryan’s dad said as he took the older boy’s hand and gave it a shake. The boy’s mom came next, opting for a hug as she rubbed his back.

“Well now that we’re all introduced- what do you say we go get some food? I’m sure you boys are sick of whatever that cafeteria serves.”

Ryan’s ears perked up at the idea of food that wasn’t reheated by some distracted student cafeteria worker. His parents walked off to the nearby courtyard to get a picture of Scott, sitting out by the large campus sign. The boy rolled his eyes, but went along leaving the two older boys alone. They walked together along the cobblestone pathway, hearing some of the sepia toned leaves crumble at their footsteps.

“Hey if you want, I can make up some excuse so you don’t have to go.” Ryan said with his hand in his pockets.

Levi teased, “Why- you don’t want me to come?”

“No.” The boy said quickly, “It’s just- you already came out to your friends.” He shrugged, “I just don’t want to make you move too fast.”

The older boy tried his best not to blush, but really it was hard when Ryan was being so fucking cute. In the beginning, he liked when the boy showed his horns- especially after teasing him to no end. That scrunched up face and exacerbated growl he gave only fueled him to keep going. But now, it’s like he had his guard down more often. Ryan was still just as big a smart ass as he was, but he showed him the other side too.

:Are you guys gonna get in the car or are you just gonna stare at each other all day?” Scott yelled out, breaking whatever moment they had.

The two chuckled and hustled over to Ryan’s parents who had been so focused on taking in the campus sites that they didn’t hear their youngest son. Ryan slung an arm around his brother and messed up his hair, “I missed you little bro.” He said before they hopped into the rental.

Oddly enough, the drive felt almost like deja vu for Levi. He remembered those road trips up to Tahoe with his family. His dad took the wheel, telling some long winded story and getting interrupted by his mom every so often to say when he had to take a turn. In the back, he and Tanner would be playing some game they’d just made up, which of course ended up annoying Meghan to no end. Even in a car with strangers, apart from Ryan of course, it felt familiar.

They got a few blocks out before Ryan’s dad looked up at the rearview mirror, asking where they should eat. The younger boy froze a bit, still not quite sure of which of the hundreds of restaurants in town were even good. He looked to Levi who immediately named a little brunch spot not too far away. The idea went over well with the group and he started directing Ryan’s dad towards the cafe. He sighed in relief, having only known about the place because he’d picked it out for the two of them to go to today.

Ten minutes later, the five of them were seated in a little patio space at the restaurant. They were surrounded by buildings, but the owners had managed to make it feel cozy- with vines growing on the concrete walls and wooden pergolas accenting every corner of the space. Levi took a seat between Ryan and his brother as they filled out the large round table. He exhaled, feeling that familiar hand on his wrist, giving it a reassuring squeeze as the waiter came over with glasses and a decorative container filled with water.

Ryan’s dad took all but ten seconds, quickly browsing through the menu until he saw a plate full of hash browns, eggs and bacon. He set the menu down like he’d won a round of poker. Scott chose a smaller version of the same plate before casting the menu aside and reaching for his phone. His mom, on the other hand, took her time, meticulously inspecting every item and asking the boys what they thought. Levi chuckled at Ryan’s annoyed expression after the third time he’d told her that she should just get what she wants. Eventually, she settled on a dish, only to end up changing it after all the boys had ordered.

Levi managed to breeze through the little Q&A with Ryan’s parents. It wasn’t quite as intrusive as the ones he’d gotten from his old high school girlfriends. Most of it was pretty standard stuff- what’s his major and how he keeps himself busy- apart from the sex of course. The two even shared a little moment of confusion when asked where they’d met. Ryan cleared his throat and muttered some vague explanation at how they’d been introduced by his RA. His parents were none the wiser, but Scott looked up from his phone and gave a knowing smirk to Levi. He chuckled to himself, realizing the kid was indeed a little shit, and definitely a lot like him.

Somewhere along the way, the conversation was saved when the waiter came Ankara Travesti back with plates of food. Ryan’s dad ate up his plate in under ten minutes, even going so far as to wipe up all the runny egg yolk with pieces of toast until it was clean. His mom took her time, raving over the lemon ricotta pancakes and saying how none of the places back in Guam serve food like this. Scott seemed unphased by the whole thing- really, they could have taken him to a Denny’s and he would have eaten up his food all the same. That left the two boys, who were trading food back and forth from their plates like little kids dissatisfied with their packed school lunches. Ryan picked off the cherry tomatoes from Levi’s omelete while the frat boy willingly took up the extra slices of bacon he’d been offered. They were in their own little world- much like every meal they shared together, until they looked up to see weird looks on Ryan’s dad and Scott’s faces. His mom, on the other hand, gave them an endearing smile which actually caused Levi to blush.

Ryan’s mom had gotten cold in the mid-morning overcast, sending Scott back out to the car to grab her sweater. Levi followed him out as he walked to the bathroom, with the high schooler asking what fraternity life was really like- without his parents around. He kept it tame, only revealing as much as he thought Ryan would say. Still, he seemed to be winning points with the kid, who was as engaged in their conversation as he was on his phone all morning.

Back at the table, Ryan’s mom had finished up the rest of her pancakes as she looked up at her oldest son.

“Levi seems like a great guy, honey.”

The boy looked up, thinking he’d have more time for this conversation.

“He is, mom. If it wasn’t for him, I probably wouldn’t have made it through those first few months.”

Ryan’s parents looked at each other. They’d always known him to be full of energy, with more friends that they could keep track of. Their house felt like a weekend getaway with a steady stream of teenagers lined up to hang out with their son. It was nice- settling in the comfort that Ryan was well-liked, and had a support system of people he could turn to- even if it annoyed Scott to no end.

The admission from their son was a sobering reality that perhaps some of their fears about him moving here had been true.

Peter had looked back at his son, abandoning what he was going to say. His wife, Rose, seemed to be just as lost for words- like the both of them had planned out this strict, interwoven talk that was losing threads by the second.

“We just don’t want you to move too fast, Ryan.” His mom finally said before reaching across the table to touch him. It felt nice- like something he wished he could feel on those early nights when he was alone in his room and in his thoughts.

Not seeing a need to protest, Ryan simply nodded, He didn’t need to tell them that he’d been overly cautious from the get-go, to the point of nearly making it seem like he didn’t care at all.

He wouldn’t make that mistake again.

“It’s good to see you happy.” His dad added, forcing an even wider smile than what he had on.

“Your brother won’t admit it, but he misses you too.” His mom said with a wink.

They shared a laugh before Scott came back to the table, looking at the three of them laughing at his expense. He rolled his eyes and went back to scrolling through his feed. Levi came back a minute later, feeling Ryan’s fingers interlock with his as he sat down. He looked over and they shared a smile as the server cleared away the plates.

Just before they left the cafe, Ryan’s mom had started to list out each of the sites she wanted to hit before their drive back down to LA later tonight. His dad was in sync with her, already mapping out a route on his phone and assuring they’d be able to see all of them before dark. They made a plan to start back at St. Martin’s- the on-campus church that boasted baroque style architecture and the largest hanging crucifix his parents had seen. They squeezed back into the car and started to make their way there.

Back on campus, Levi pulled the boy aside as his folks got a few pictures of the older buildings. Scott was dragged along too- forced to be their photographer as Ryan’s mom insisted that she needed to change her Facebook profile picture.

“Hey I think I’m gonna head back home.” He had his hands in his pockets, “I wanna give you some time with your family that doesn’t involve having to explain me.” He wore a smile that told the boy there wasn’t anything wrong.

Ryan nodded, “I’m sorry we didn’t get to discuss it before. I know it’s pretty early to be meeting my parents-“

Levi shut the boy up with a kiss, feeling those nervous lips calm as they made contact. He pulled away, seeing that infectious smile return to the tanned face.

Scott cleared his throat, standing there with a blank face as the boys each took a step back. “I know you’ve liked dudes since I was born but I don’t need to see you kiss another guy.” He gagged dramatically, making the frat boy chuckle.

“What is it?” He asked, annoyed.

“Mom wants to make sure we get a picture together.” He replied, holding up his phone.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Fellatio Cafe

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

This story has been edited by ‘RedGirl’.

It had been several weeks since I had tasted the taut flesh of an erect penis and I could think of nothing else but satisfying my sexual hunger. When I get in these cock-obsessed moods (which is quite often), there are generally two ways I search for potential partners. The internet is perhaps the most convenient way of finding other men who share my interests. Gay and bisexual chat rooms are plentiful and a potential mate can be found, literally, in minutes. But people’s descriptions and pictures lie, and I’ve met my share of misrepresented, crazy and bizarre men. I much prefer to cruise a bathhouse.

For the uninitiated, men’s bathhouses are a sexual haven for men who enjoy the company of other men. They exist all over the country and most major cities have at least two or three of them. They are a kind of mini sex motel with private cubicle-type rooms for rent. Generally, there are also showers, saunas, steam rooms, and a gym. While there are times I have simply gone to relax in a sauna, my primary motivation is sex, as it is for most men. It’s an efficient sexual playground as men cruise the halls with towels wrapped around their waists, or often nude, their assets honestly on display.

I decided to begin my search for oral pleasure at the well-established East Side Club. It is perhaps the best known men’s bathhouse in New York and I’d always found it cleaner than the other baths in town, and the clientele is generally a bit older, which I preferred. For some reason, men my own age have never appealed to me–give me masculine, mature men with thick cocks to feed me and I’m in heaven.

Usually, I have no trouble attracting such men. I’m twenty eight years old, but could easily pass for twenty. I have a boyish clean shaven face and keep my dark, 5’7″ body slim and toned with swimming and yoga. My eyes, also dark, are large and deep with long feminine eyelashes. My lips are full and very soft – ideally suited to perform expert fellatio. My cock, while only average in size, is smooth, shaved, and uncut.

This evening, however, the East Side Club wasn’t the plentiful source of sexual adventure it usually is. Ataşehir Travesti There was only a handful of men walking around and there was no mutual attraction to be found. I spent the next couple of hours in a typical bathhouse funk – walking around aimlessly, watching television, hoping someone new and exciting would save me from the boredom. It wasn’t meant to be, and later that evening I found myself standing on the subway platform waiting to go home – disappointed, bored, and still abundantly horny.

As the subway approached my stop, I decided to salvage something for the evening’s efforts and treated myself to dessert (not the kind of ‘dessert’ I was hoping for, but dessert nonetheless). I stopped at a nearby coffee shop and splurged on a simple, but decadent vanilla ice cream shake.

This was really more of a café – too elegant to simply be a coffee shop. It was small, but stylish with its natural wood accents and soft color schemes. There were a few tables and booths and a raised, bar-like counter.

On this night, the café was practically empty – just me, sitting alone at the counter, sipping my shake through a straw, and the guy working there. It was quiet at first; as I silently worked on my shake, he was busy doing chores, presumably getting ready to close up shop.

Perhaps it was my evening’s sexual disappointment, but I couldn’t help but notice this man as a potential sexual partner. He was certainly my type. He was handsome and looked to be about mid-forties. He was slim, but not overly so, and had thinning salt and pepper hair. His clean-shaven face, along with his thin round glasses, were appropriate to his tall frame and gave him a kind demeanor.

I had never considered cruising in a place as public as this. My gay sex life had been limited to near-anonymous trysts in bathhouses, compartmentalized to a point of not considering men sexually outside the safe parameters of a bathhouse or sex club. My ‘normal’ life was hopelessly straight–my extensive sexual repertoire a well-kept secret. I had no idea if this man would even be interested.

He started turning over all the chairs up onto the tables and flipped the ‘OPEN’ Anadolu yakası travesti sign in the front door to ‘CLOSED’. I figured that was my cue to leave, but he assured me there was no rush and insisted I stay and finish my milkshake. This was a good sign, I thought.

I introduced myself as Max and after some awkward silences, we made conversation. His name, I found out, was Alan and he owned this café. It was pleasant to talk to him – he had an easy, relaxed smile. His clothes, like mine, were tight, but comfortable-looking: A clean t-shirt and a snug pair of jeans. His legs and torso looked healthy and strong in his clothes, so I tried to steal a few glances at his crotch, which, at least through his jeans, looked impressive.

Our small talk continued, interspersed with many silences. It felt as if there was a clumsy, yet mutual attraction, but neither of us made any overt gestures. I kept taking quick glances at his crotch, each glance getting longer.

On one such glance, Alan brushed his hand over his crotch–quickly, but not too quickly, making it ambiguous whether it was an innocent movement or an overt sexual gesture.

I don’t know what gave me the courage to do this, but my libido must have taken over. I pulled out the straw from my milkshake, scooping out the remaining bits of half-melted ice cream. I looked at Alan and with ice cream on the top end of the straw and slowly licked the straw from bottom to top like a Popsicle. Maintaining eye contact, I licked up the ice cream, catching most of it before it fell off. A few drops fell onto my chin, however–a delicious precursor of things to cum.

For a moment, Alan seemed stunned, but his momentary shock turned into a broad warm smile. With his right hand, he gently wiped the ice cream from my face, which was now dribbling down my chin. His left hand was on his crotch and this time, there was no mistake what his intention was. He stood up on a step-stool behind the counter; his cock level with my face as he rubbed the growing bulge in his crotch.

I reached over the counter and grabbed his crotch, excited by the large outline of his cock that was now straining Bursa Travesti through his jeans. He quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants to reveal a beautiful specimen of manhood – a gorgeous, erect, uncircumcised penis that, by my experienced eye, measured a good seven and a half inches long and was thick enough to stretch my eager mouth.

All my restraint had been exhausted, and I practically lunged for his cock with my mouth. I leaned over the counter and devoured his erection with my lips, my tongue dancing on the underside of his shaft. Alan was vocal in his appreciation and moaned in sexual satisfaction as he braced himself against the counter.

As I continued fellating my new friend, I took off my shoes and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, freeing my member from its constraints. As I reached for his considerable ball-sac, Alan took off his shirt, revealing a masculine, mildly hairy chest. I followed suit, and took a momentary break from my frantic fellatio to take off my shirt. We were quite a site, I’m sure–Alan standing on a step-stool behind the counter, naked except for the jeans around his ankles, getting head from me, bent over the other side of the counter, now completely naked.

I wanted better access to his cock, and was about to crawl onto the counter, but Alan had a better idea. He took his jeans off completely and sat up on the counter facing me – his legs on either side of me, his big beautiful cock inches from my lips – served to me perfectly.

I was in cock-sucking heaven. I embraced every inch of his manhood with my tongue–licking from the bottom of his scrotum to the tip of his cock in slow luxurious strokes, and then bobbing my head up and down, begging for his cum.

Alan held onto my shoulders and braced himself as he came – his first burst hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed as much as I could, but gagged a bit, letting beads of cum fall out of my mouth. His second and third bursts coated my lips and chin.

He gently rubbed his softening cock across my face as a few drops of remaining cum added to the mess on my face. I looked up at him smiling – cum dripping down my chin and my desire momentarily satisfied. We sat there for some time, Alan recovering from his powerful orgasm, and me savoring the taste and texture of his ejaculate.

I knew I’d be back soon–Alan’s exquisite cock was too satisfying not to return. And Alan assured me that the Fellatio Café is always open for business.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Workout

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Jen put on her skin-tight, black workout-leggings over a thin thong. A sports bra and tight sports top followed as she examined herself in the full length mirror hanging from the back of her bedroom door. As she adjusted her hair with flicks of her fingers, she noticed how the stretchy legging material just barely silhouetted the mounds of her labia, as she turned sideways to verify that no panty lines disrupted the smooth round curve of her hips and ass. Jen is comfortable with her age and the womanliness of her body. She is firm and fit, but not without a thin coating of soft, smooth flesh, which makes her just a little bit curvy. Satisfied, she left the bedroom and headed toward the door.

“Honey, I’m going to the gym to work off some steam. Be back in about 2 hrs,” she called down the stairs.

“Uhh, O.K. Hon,” is all she heard from the basement. The 2007 NCAA championship game was on, Florida vs. Ohio State, and she could be sure that he wasn’t moving from ‘that chair’ for the duration of the game. She’d tried before to compete against his other interests and resigned herself that though she loved him, and would never leave him, he would never understand the insatiable burning she felt to be passionate with open abandon.

She’d already concluded that it wasn’t really his fault. People change and over the years, Jen became more in tune with her sensuality while he did not. You can’t instruct instinct into someone and Jen had grown into a very instinctual, sensitive lover who is in tune with the energy of her body and that of her partner’s. Being instinctual and sensitive requires vulnerability and openness, neither of which can be sustained without reciprocity.

Inevitably, she sought out and found other avenues.

The warm, spring air hit her as she stepped out through the door. She noticed the sweet smell of the cherry blossoms and pear trees, and thought to herself that the scent had become more pungent in the evening air. She got into her car, adjusted the rear view mirror, took a deep breath and drove away smiling.

Jen wasn’t going to the gym that night. No weight machine, no treadmill or aerobic trainer could do for her what she needed. Chatting online earlier with her lover had aroused her passions. She thought of his slender, muscular torso, his firm ass and the modest tuft of hair that leads down his belly. Jen’s skin was afire and tingling and her stomach ached, as if she hadn’t eaten all day, in anticipation.

‘2 hours,’ she thought to herself. ‘That’s 15 minutes there and 15 minutes back which leaves almost an hour and a half.’ She tried her best to concentrate on driving, and not running into someone or something, but her distracting thoughts of her lover were her making her wet. As she drove, her throbbing clit demanded attention, so she gently stroked herself through her already damp pants, but not enough to bring her to a climax.

The existence of the Championship game gave them plenty of opportunity to plan out that evening’s rendezvous. She headed straight for the motel across town where Tony would be waiting. ‘Room 7,’ she thought as she drove. She chucked to herself recalling that she remembered the room number by tying, ‘seven’ to ‘heaven’, ‘seven’, ‘heaven’ she thought and smiled as she turned into the parking lot.

Jen found the hotel room door unlocked and with a slight announcement, she walked in. Tony was reclining back on the bed. The covers were thrown to the floor and he laid there naked with only a thin bed sheet loosely covering him from his hips down. She closed the door behind her and walked toward him.

She loved Tony’s smile and his eyes. Without a sound, they spoke of his passion for her. Slow jazz was coming from the clock radio on the bed stand to the right.

“Strip for me slowly,” Tony said in a way that was equal parts request and suggestion. Jen started to sway her hips slowly to the rhythm. She closed her eyes and raised her arms outstretched over her head and then gradually brought them down to her temples. She dragged her hair back away from her face and swooshed her head back, letting her thick, long, brown hair tickle the back of her shoulders.

Still Belek travesti swaying with her eyes closed, Jen brought her hands to the sides of her chest and gave her full breasts a squeeze, then grabbed her sports top at her ribcage and peeled it, and her sports bra, off over her head and threw them to the floor. Her open hands returned to her breasts and she rubbed her erect, sensitive nipples with just the palms of her hands. For the first time since her dance started, Jen opened her eyes and locked onto Tony’s gaze. Tony’s hard-on was quite visible through the thin material of the white bed sheet and as Tony stared back into Jen’s eyes, he slowly traced the length of his cock with the fingertips of his right hand.

Tony sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. Now sitting, he said, “Come over here. Come closer.”

Jen smiled and sauntered with the beat closer to Tony, while she hooked her thumbs under the elastic waist band of her workout pants. She peeled them down off her hips and down her thighs, leaving just the thong. She stepped out of them and left them jumbled on the floor as she arrived close to the bedside, just beyond his reach. She took a step to the left, separating her stance, and gyrated her thong strapped pussy and hips before Tony’s face. Jen spun around with her back now to him and took a dramatic wide step to the right and bent quickly forward at the hips, whipping her long hair forward over her head. The soaked thong was nestled up between the mounds of her smooth, shaved pussy as she looked back between her legs at Tony and reached her hand, outstretched calling for his touch, through her legs. When he reached for her, she smiled and quickly retracted her offered hand, but left it resting on the exposed flesh of her labia. Jen’s breath was very deep and audible now. She rubbed her self in long stokes ending at her wrist and finally gasping her breath, she pushed the thong aside and buried one, then two fingers deep inside of her.

“Oh my God, you are so incredible. You are so sexy,” Tony said in a low lustful voice. The sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine.

She quickly fingered herself 4 or 5 times and she moaned, “I’m SO horney, I want you to touch me SO badly”.

Tony stood up from the bed and moved behind her. He pushed his rock-hard cock down with his hand and placed it between her legs; resting it between her thong and her hand. Jen brought her legs together and tightly squeezed her milky thighs and ass, engulfing both Tony and her hand in her soft flesh. He placed his hands on her waist and slowly guided her torso more upright as he slid his hands up the side of her torso to her breasts. Tony gently cupped a breast in the palm of each hand while he lightly rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

The silky material of her thong and the wetness still present on her hands allowed Tony’s cock, which rode long strokes against Jen’s fully aroused clit, to slide easily between her clenched thighs. Their hips moved slowly, still moving to the slow jazz beat. Jen looked down and watched excitedly as the head of Tony’s cock pushed out beyond her body into her cupped palm, as she shuddered with her first orgasm.

Not wanting to cum too soon, Tony pulled back and guided Jen to the bed. He positioned her on all fours, and kneeling next to her on the bed, he started stroking her left inner thigh and the back of her calf. On an up stroke up her thigh, he reached up between her legs, letting his hand trace up over Jen’s belly and beyond, just barely touching the bottom of her suspended breasts and nipples. When he reached as far as he could, he pressed his forearm firmly against her pelvis, lifting Jen’s weight slightly from the bed. Tony flexed his forearm as Jen rolled her pelvis against the firmness of his muscle. With his hand open and his fingers spread wide to support her firm, spasming abs, Tony flexed his upper arm. His bicep became engulfed on either side by the cheeks of Jen’s ass, which squeezed in unison with her abs each time Jen’s clit rolled over the rock-hard belly of Tony’s forearm.

With Jen still on her knees, Tony moved behind Kemer travesti her, his legs straddled hers, and their feet intermingled. Placing his hands on her hips, Tony slid his hands to her waist encouraging Jen up off of her hands. As she rose up, he took her wrists in his hands and wrapped her arms back along side both of their bodies and left her hands resting on his muscular ass. This arched Jen backwards and she let her head fall back onto his shoulder, her hair tickling his upper chest and nipples.

Tony rose onto his knees to match her position, as he pressed himself into Jen’s soft, round ass. Jen could feel Tony’s cock glide along her ass crease as they moved their bodies in unison, her ass gently massaging his cock as his hands explored the bottom on her rib cage and the side of her full, firm breasts. Jen moved her right hand to form the top of a love tunnel between her ass and her hand as Tony’s hand slipped slowly down her flat, soft belly and glided over her clit settling between her thighs.

They were giving, sensitive and empathetic lovers. As a matter of fact, this quality is what they both appreciated most about each other. They both seemed to know just how, where and when to touch, and not to touch, each other without a word ever spoken between them. They both took as much pleasure, maybe more, from discovering new ways to please the other as they did in being pleased. This open, selfless giving, freed them to focus on the joy of giving and receiving pleasure in a way that was unique in both their sexual experiences.

The touch of Tony’s hand was at all times both intentional and sensitive. Every part of his hand worked independently; his palm massaged her pelvis just above her clit, his middle finger slid along the soaked, silky material of her thong covering her clit, and his side fingers tantalized the steaming, engorged flesh of her labia. Their bodies slowly pumped together in the air above their heels, while Jen doubled and tripled the frequency, grinding her ass along Tony’s cock, which was held deep between her cheeks by her right hand. Tony pushed aside Jen’s thong and started to end his right hand strokes with his fingers buried inside her. Their pace quickened and when Tony sensed Jen was close to the edge, he focused all the energy to his hand on her clit. Jen bucked back against Tony’s cock on one side and his hand on the other, as she came in a sustained orgasm.

Jen spun around on her knees facing Tony and gave him the first kiss of the evening. She pressed her lips softly against his, then she pulled back slightly and traced just inside of his waiting lips with the tip of her tongue, finishing with another soft kiss. She brought her hand to his mouth and explored his lips softly with her finger tips. He kissed them gently, reached up and guided her middle finger into his mouth; kissing and softly sucking it as it passed over his lips, and then he removed it and kissed the palm of her hand.

Jen guided her kisses down Tony’s neck to his chest. She tickled his right nipple with her tongue while she reached down and dragged her fingernails along the underbelly of his cock, which jerked up reaching out for her touch. With Tony still kneeling, Jen’s head continued its progress down Tony’s torso until she was resting back on her heals. She took both hands and dragged her fingernails up and down Tony’s cock, interrupted periodically by an occasional lick or kiss. She started sucking just the head at first, while using her extended tongue to lick the sensitive underbelly just below the head. Tony brought his hands to her head above her ears and raked his fingers back through her thick, brown hair, providing just enough connection for a little balance and for him to encourage her motions without taking control.

Jen was excellent with her mouth and Tony looked to the side so that he could watch her take him in. She started to take Tony deeper and deeper in long, suctioned strokes. Jen reached up with one hand and gently squeezed his balls, while she formed a ring at his base with the middle finger and thumb of the other hand. When her lips reached her hand, Jen slid her fingers Konyaaltı travesti up and down following her lips. Her pace now quickened and as she withdrew up his shaft, she started involving two fingers and then three, until she finally had her entire fist leading and following the path of her lips.

“Oh god, that feels so good.” Tony moaned. “Oh god. Yes. Oh yea, I’m getting close, Oh, yea.”

Jen let out a soft moan and intensified her actions. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming,” Tony said louder this time. Jen could feel his cock stiffen and the head expand in her mouth as she tasted the first drops of pre-cum.

“Oh .. god .. uhhh .. uhhh!,” was all Tony could finally get out as the first wave of cum hit the top of Jen’s mouth. She pulled Tony’s cock almost all the way out, only leaving the head in and returned to aggressively sucking and licking just the head and sensitive underbelly. Tony’s body spasmed as he fell backward onto the bed; his ass falling to his heels and his hands catching his reclined upper body. Jen continued to suck and lick. With her hand still on his balls and her mouth on his cock, she could still feel him pumping and his body still quivering, but nothing more was to come. She swallowed the last of it and crawled up his body and pushed him back onto the bed. Laying on top of him, Jen gave him a deep, sensual kiss.

Tony quickly rolled her over onto her back so that he was now lying on top of her. He returned the kiss and made his way down to her breasts. Her nipples were erect as he sucked each of them in turn. He licked and kissed the sides and undersides of her tits and then circled back to her nipples. His kisses proceeded past her diaphragm to her soft, sexy belly. He licked and sucked her belly button and repositioned himself with his body between her legs.

Tony gently bit and sucked her clit through the material of her thong, which was so drenched that it was like a translucent, second skin. He grabbed the sides of the thong and dragged it down her thighs and off past her feet. For the first time this evening, they were both completely naked. He followed her sweet scent back up past her knees, up her thighs to its source. As if preparing to take a first bite of an over ripe peach, Tony opened his mouth and lips widely and lapped her, slowly dragging his tongue and bottom lip up the length of her pussy as if trying not to miss a single drop. He then proceeded to lick her with long strokes of his tongue, starting at the bottom of her slit and ending circling her clit. He alternated from up the center of her slit to both sides of her swollen labia, each time wrapping her clit with his tongue at the end of each stroke and surprising her periodically by burying his tongue deep inside her.

Jen began to move with her own rhythm and Tony intuited from her motions what her body was telling him, ‘harder’ and ‘faster’. Tony quickened his pace, shortening his tongue strokes and spending more and more time sucking her erect clit between his lips and into his mouth. Now focusing completely on her clit, Tony entered Jen’s pussy with one and then two fingers of his right hand. He slowly pumped and twisted his fingers in and out of her and curled them up inside and massaged her g-spot while continuing to lick and suck Jen’s clit. Jen’s movements became faster and more and more intense and Tony matched her pacing as she twitched and came all over his chin and hand in a glorious orgasm.

Tony moved back up the bed to lie beside Jen. They rested in each other’s arms gently caressing each other and catching their breath. Jen looked at the clock and muttered, “Damn it, I’ve got to put myself together and start getting back.”

There was no argument from Tony. Their relationship was catch as catch can and had its proper place in both their lives. Neither of them would ever want to do anything to threaten their relationships with their spouses or family. This wouldn’t be the last time they’d meet, and so discretion and safety were always maintained. Better to survive and save it for another day of passionate fun.

They ended the evening just holding each other and tracing each other’s bodies with light touches of their finger tips. They sat naked on the edge of the bed, Jen’s bare ass nestled against Tony’s crotch, while Tony brushed Jen’s thick, brown hair. They quickly cleaned up, gave each other a long, sensual kiss good-bye and headed to back to their homes and families.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Video Store Ch. 02

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Jo was in the bathroom for about ten minutes, presumably doing the same thing I was trying to do with the hand sanitizer wipes behind the counter: make it look like we hadn’t just been fucking.

I wiped as much of the saliva and cum from the front of my shorts as I could, succeeding mostly in simply making it look like I had spilled something all over my crotch. In hindsight, khaki may not have been the best choice for the evening. Fortunately, I had a long t-shirt in my bag, and ran to the break room to put it on. It was just long enough to cover most of the wet spot in my shorts, and if I just stayed behind the counter for an hour or so I would probably be alright.

I met Jo exiting the women’s restroom as I walked out of the break room and smiled. She had cleaned up a whole lot better than I had, the dark color of her tiny skirt hiding any wetness, and she had fixed her ponytail and makeup. Even I couldn’t tell that just a few minutes before she had been choking on my cock while she came hard on my fingers. The thought made my cock twitch.

Jo smiled as she caught the motion in my shorts and lightly brushed her fingers across what was rapidly becoming a fully-fledged erection. She stepped closer, her breasts just touching my chest as she softly stroked my cock through the thin material.

“Hard again, I see,” she said through her smile.

“Can you blame me?”

I stepped into her, pushing her back against the wall beside the break room door, my hand dropping low, my fingers stroking against her pusssy.

“Wet again, I see,” I said. Jo moaned as I slipped my finger into her, feeling her body tremble between me and the wall.

“Can you blame me?” she breathed.

Her hand flew away from my cock as the door chimed, and I pushed her harder against the wall and slipped a second finger inside her, pushing them as far into her as I could reach.

“No,” I whispered in her ear before pulling my hand free and turning, stepping out to greet the customer as she caught her breath against the wall.

A college kid and his girlfriend had walked in and they browsed the DVDs as I busied myself behind the register. Jo stepped out from the break room/restroom alcove and came up next to me, picking up some DVDs from the return box and flipping through them.

“Dirty fucker,” she said. When I looked up, she was looking down at the DVDs, smiling. Her eyes twinkled with amusement, and she stuck her tongue out in my direction as I watched her. “Payback on that little stunt is gonna be a bitch, I hope you realize that.”

“Oh, I’m looking forward to it,” I replied with a grin. I looked up quickly to check where the young couple was in the store, then stepped slightly sideways toward Jo. “That,” I continued, slipping my hand under her ass and curling a finger up and into her pussy, “and making you cum all over my cock again.”

Jo giggled and moaned softly, grinding her hips back into my hand as we both watched for the couple. I moved my finger in and out quickly, the quiet sound of her wetness just audible as I frigged her. She gripped the DVDs, her task abandoned for the moment as she gave in to my hand.

I felt her pussy quiver around my fingers and knew she would cum soon. The young couple nodded to each other, their conversation lost over the expanse of the store, and the guy grabbed one of the new releases. Jo’s pussy clamped down on my finger and her eyes closed as she started cumming, either forgetting about the young couple or just not caring. They started towards us as I jammed my finger to the knuckle in Jo before pulling it out of her still cumming cunt.

Jo’s head dropped down and she backed up from the counter, her legs shaking and her grip too loose to hold the DVDs. They spilled everywhere, scattering across the floor behind the counter.

“Shit!” she called out, and gave in to her shaking legs, collapsing to her knees and hiding herself from the customers while she recovered.

“Find everything alright?” I called out as the couple approached the counter.

“Yeah.” As the kid responded and handed the DVD over the counter, I felt Jo’s hands on my zipper, deftly pulling it down and fishing out my rapidly inflating cock. Her hands began to stroke my length as I cleared my throat and tapped the keyboard to wake up the computer.

“Phone number?” I asked. As the guy rattled off some digits I felt Jo’s lips close over the head of my cock and slide down the length. Her tongue slid across the underside of the shaft as I waited for the kid’s account to load and I nearly groaned aloud.

I coughed and shifted a bit, using the motion to force my cock farther down Jo’s throat.

“There’s a three dollar late fee. Would you like to pay that now, or hold it over until next time?” Jo shifted, going from her knees to a crouch smoothly, never losing stride as she sucked my cock, dropping one of her hands to her pussy and shoving two fingers inside.

“I’ll pay now,” he said, and handed me his debit card.

“Total Üçyol travesti is six-fifty,” I replied, swiping the card, swaying my body slightly as I did, allowing me to pull out of Jo’s mouth a bit and then thrust back in, the swollen head of my cock bumping against the back of her throat. I handed him a pen.

The register spit out a receipt, and I handed him that as well, pulling off a second as he signed. I thanked him for his patronage and handed him his copy.

“Jo, would you mind handing them their DVD?” I asked, taking the movie and holding it below the counter and off to the side so it would look like she wasn’t crouched in front of me with my cock jammed down her throat.

She pulled off quickly, using her finger to push a bit of saliva back into her mouth.

“No problem!” she said, and grabbed the DVD from my hand, scooting over a bit before standing and walking to the side of the counter on the other side of the anti-theft device and holding out the movie. “It’s due back on Tuesday,” she added cheerily.

The couple thanked her, the girl grabbing the DVD as they walked out of the store. Jo stayed at that part of the counter as the door swung shut and I stepped up behind her, throwing her skirt up over her ass and guiding my cock into her soaked pussy before the couple had even cleared the second set of doors.

“Oh Jesus!” she gasped. Her hands reached behind her, clamping onto my hips and pulling, dragging me deeper into her, her ass grinding back against me as she tried desperately to get as much of my cock as possible inside. “Make me cum on your cock again!”

I groaned in her ear and wrapped my arm around her waist, my hand finding her clit and rubbing hard as I fucked into her, my other hand circling her chest, sliding up under her shirt to pinch her nipple and pull her up until her back was pressed to my chest. I bit her softly on the back of her neck, hearing her moan as my cock plunged in and out and I enjoyed the incredibly sight of my length disappearing insider her, the perfect shape of her ass bouncing against my pelvis. One of Jo’s hands released my hip and captured the back of my neck, turning my face to her and she kissed me, biting gently at my lower lip as I fucked her hard.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whispered into my mouth. I pounded harder, feeling and hearing her deep moan against my lips, the tight vice of her pussy clenching against my cock, her hand gripping the back of my neck. I stared into her eyes and she stared back, never breaking eye contact as her orgasm caught her, pulled her into nowhere, made her legs shake and her pussy clamp down on my cock. “Oh fuck,” she cried, her eyes still boring into mine as she came hard, her legs giving out, held up by my arms. I pounded into her through her orgasm, my fingers fanning against her clit and pinching her nipple, twisting it and pulling gently.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” she groaned. Jo’s eyes lost focus, half closing as she fought to keep looking into mine, her breath caught, her face flushed and veins stood out on her neck as her orgasm continued to tear through her.

I slowed my pace, lessening the pressure on her clit and working my cock in and out almost gently, letting her recover. Her legs came back slowly, straightening shakily to hold her up again and I loosened my grip on her, letting her fall forward across the counter, gripping her hips and looking down to once more revel in the sight of my cock pumping in and out of her. She moaned again, her arms cradling her head as she enjoyed the sensation of a slow fuck, her breath almost back to normal.

She pushed herself off the counter and looked back at me over her shoulder, grinning as I fucked her.

“This job is turning out way better than I expected,” she joked, grinding her ass back into my thrust, burying my cock inside her and reaching back to catch my hip, holding me deep. “I think you should lay down,” she said, biting her lip.

I grinned at her and pulled out, backing up a bit and lying flat on my back. Jo turned and walked toward me, her wicked smile back again, her eyes going from mine to my throbbing cock, wet and glistening with her cum. She stepped over me, one foot on either side and lowered, crouching over me, one hand gripping my cock. She leaned back, using her free hand to support herself as she lowered, placing the head of my cock against her slick pussy lips, grinding up and down on it. She moaned as the head of my cock slid against her clit and raised up, pulling my cock back. And back.

She pulled it back farther than I expected, pulling the tip against her ass and sinking her weight on it, pushing the head in before I really realized what was happening. She gasped as she invaded herself, pushed my hard cock slowly up her own ass.

“Mmm, fuck,” she whispered as she sank lower and lower. The contrast to her pussy was amazing. I felt the tight ring of her ass glide lower and lower, the perfectly smooth inside of her Alanya Travesti gliding effortlessly along my cum-slicked cock. “You wanna cum in my ass?”

I groaned and thrust my hips upward, pushing even more of my cock into her. She gasped and grinned, rotating her hips, swirling my cock in her asshole.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” she laughed. Her weight settled fully on my hips, my cock buried completely inside her tight, hot ass. Jo leaned forward, her hands on my chest and began to rock, gently and first, then picking up speed as she grew accustomed to the feeling my thick cock in her ass.

I licked my thumb and slipped it between us, sliding it under her clit so that she ground against it as she moved, gasping at the contact. She smiled at me and closed her eyes, her hands sliding up, pulling the hem of her tank top with, freeing her gorgeous breasts. They jiggled as she rocked, their soft firmness tantalizing and inviting. I cupped one with my free hand, squeezing and lightly pinching the nipple.

Jo began to rock more urgently, lifting as she rocked, my cock slipping out a bit and plunging back in with each movement. She moaned and her hands gripped my chest more tightly, her eyes opening and finding mine.

“Cum with me,” she groaned. “Cum in my ass, Carl. Cum in my ass when I cum. I’m gonna come soon. Are you ready?”

I nodded as the sensations built in my cock, my hips rising to meet each downward stroke of her hips, my thumb busily stroking her clit. Jo’s weight dropped, burying me inside her as she rolled her hips again and again, grinding my cock deeper in her ass. I groaned as my own orgasm neared, speeding my thumb against her swollen little nub.

She cried out and began to cum, her movements becoming jerky as she fucked against my cock, dropping to my chest, her hands cupping my face as she came. I grunted and thrust upward, burying my cock as deeply in her ass as I could and came hard, spraying into her.

“Oh fuck! I can feel you cumming in my ass! Oh, god!” Jo cried out into my mouth as she captured my lips with hers, her tongue and mine gliding against each other.

I gripped her ass with both hands, holding her against me as my orgasm subsided and we made out slowly, focusing only on each other’s lips as we both came down. She moved her hips slightly as we kissed, gently pushing me in and out of her ass, a much reduced repeat of what we had just done.

“I need to go to the bathroom again,” Jo said, smiling against my lips.

“Uh huh. That makes two of us.” We laughed and Jo raised back upright, pulling her legs up and crouching again. She grinned and winked at me as she clenched her sphincter around my cock, raising slowly, both pulling and pushing me out of her. I groaned at the sensation and watched her ass leave my cock, the tight ring practically kissing my tip as she stood and straightened her legs. Not a drop of cum escaped.

“I’m impressed,” I said as I sat up, bringing myself eye-level with her smooth pussy. On impulse, I leaned forward and ran my tongue quickly through the folds, flicking it off her clit and she jumped, laughing.

“Oh, no you don’t! Do not start something you’re not ready to finish!” She laughed and backed up quickly, playfully swatting the top of my head as she turned and walked sexily toward the bathroom, adjusting her skirt as she went. I whistled at her and she laughed again, looking back over her shoulder to flash me a brilliant smile.

I grinned back and reached for the wipes again, not bothering to get off the floor until I’d had a chance to clean my cock and slip it back into my shorts. Once again, I had to cover a wet spot with my long t-shirt and once again Jo looked flawless when she came back out of the bathroom.

The last couple of hours passed relatively quickly, the two of us talking about our usual subjects and a few new ones. Every now and then, we would share a wink or a smile while dealing with the few customers that came in. There was no awkwardness, and no regret. We were the same as ever, just now we knew that we could have great sex when we were alone.

Closing time came, and we dealt with a last-minute rush. I counted the register while Jo cleaned, and we locked up together. As she headed toward her car, Jo paused, grinned to herself and grabbed my hand. She pulled me with her to her car and opened the door, then stood in the gap between the car and open door and faced me.

“So, I was thinking,” she said.

“Ok,” I replied, using my tone to encourage her to continue.

“I get out of class at noon on Wednesday, and I’m not sure I want to wait until Friday night to get your cock in me again,” she replied.

“I’m comfortable with that,” I said, grinning.

“So, what about maybe having me over Wednesday some time?” as she spoke, Jo’s hands found my zipper again and fished my cock out. She sank to her knees, looking up at me, expecting an answer as her hands began to stroke me, jacking my cock in Konyaaltı travesti front of her lips.

“Well,” I said, making a show of deciding and weighing my options. “I get done at one, and I won’t have any homework because it’s a lecture course. I had planned to while away the afternoon pretending to work on my thesis, but I think maybe I could fit you in for a few hours.”

Jo smiled up at me, my cock bobbing in front of her mouth with each stroke of her soft hands.

“Good,” she said, and plunged her lips down over my cock. I gasped as she took my whole length and gripped my ass, pulling me down her throat and pushing me back, fucking her throat with my cock. I grasped the back of her neck and took over, my hips thrusting me in and out of her mouth, freeing her to pull her tits out and begin furiously pumping fingers in and out of her pussy as she pinched her nipples and swallowed my length.

I fucked slowly in and out of her mouth, the head of my cock pressing deeper into the back of her throat with each thrust. Jo moaned each time my cock bumped her tonsils, the vibration traveling my whole length and her tongue reaching out to brush my balls. Her fingers worked inside her pussy and I looked down into her eyes, seeing her nipples appear and disappear with the bobbing of her head.

I groaned and squeezed the back of her neck, pushing myself as deep as I dared as my orgasm began, a deep pulsing in my balls. Jo felt it coming and pulled hard on my hips, pushing my cock deeper, past her tonsils, my cock thickening with my orgasm and trapping me in her throat as I began to spray cum past her throat, firing it deep into her as the sensation caused her to cum on her fingers, a muffled moan reverberating around my cock.

As the last drop of my cum jetted down her throat, Jo pulled back, air sucking in through her nose as my cock cleared her airway and she continued sucking me, wrapping her hand around my shaft and stroking slowly as her tongue swirled around the head. She sucked me gently as I softened and she came down from her own orgasm, reaching her fingers up to me and feeding me her juices, smiling around my cock as I licked her fingers clean.

Jo let my cock fall from her lips and pulled her fingers back, tucking me away and carefully zipping my shorts back up. She stood and planted a soft kiss on my lips, flicking her tongue briefly against mine.

“Text me Wednesday,” she said, and plopped down in the seat of her ancient Oldsmobile, flashing her pussy at me as she settled behind the wheel.

“Definitely,” I replied with a smile, and shut the door for her.

I was actually able to concentrate on my homework for a couple hours when I got home. I got a lot done before falling asleep and dreaming about Wednesday.

The next morning, I got up and went for a jog, then showered and cruised through class, the beginning of a plan forming in my mind. After class, I went to the library and googled the nearest adult book store. One thing I’ve learned is that nearly every college town has a place to buy adult novelties, and I was planning on benefitting for the first time.

I left the library and walked a few blocks to the bus stop. A short bus ride and another couple blocks’ walking brought me to Bambi’s Books and Novelties. I stepped inside, showed the girl behind the counter my ID, and began to look around.

I found a few items that caught my interest, and the rest of my plan took shape. I grabbed the things I wanted and took them to the counter. The girl smiled at me as I walked up, a smile which broadened as she saw my selection. She was quite pretty, actually, a young blonde, probably just eighteen, with a slender figure, small hips and apple-sized tits that were trapped under her slightly too tight polo.

“Damn, dude,” she said, scanning the items. “Somebody’s having a damn good night.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” I said, smiling back at her.

“I have to check and make sure this one works before you buy it, if you don’t mind,” she said. She blushed slightly as she pulled some batteries out from under the counter and slotted them into one of my selections, clicking it on and off a couple of times before putting it back in the box. She left the batteries in and winked at me. “Free batteries for cute customers.”

I laughed and thanked her, handing her my card. She took it and swiped it, handing me the receipt to sign. She pulled my copy and scribbled something on it before handing it to me.

“I work Monday through Friday after three if you need to return anything. Just call if you have any problems,” she said, handing me my receipt. “Or if your night doesn’t go as well as you’re hoping,” she added with a bright grin and a light blush.

“Thanks, I’ll definitely call if anything comes up,” I said, returning the grin.

She bagged up my items as I spoke and handed me the bag.

“Good,” she said. “Have a good day!”

“You too,” I said as I walked out the door.

I walked half a block before I unfolded the receipt and looked at what she wrote.

“Give me a call if your lady-friend doesn’t like your picks! 555-0321 –Amber”

I chuckled to myself and stuffed the receipt in the bag, confident that Jo would actually love my picks.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Wind’s First Affair

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The wind softly enveloped itself within the lightly woven mesh of the pastel colored curtains that hung from ceiling to floor in the bedroom. On any other evening, the wind would have been forced to remain outside the comfort of the dimly lit room. Tonight though, he was allowed to enter, to be a part of and to dance with all who may encounter his presence. Tonight, the wind was able to enter another world, a world which before he had been denied entrance.

As the wind circled above the gently swaying light of the candle, it felt warmth. It was a warmth from the heat generated from the wax and fire as the wick gently shrunk as it burned. He felt a semi-familiar warmth that seemed to radiate from a connecting room. That heat seemed to be crawling into the bedroom from under a door leading from his current place to the remainder of the house. Nevertheless, the wind although intrigued by the somewhat familiar heat, continued to dance in unison with the glimmering light. He enjoyed dancing between the continuously changing shadows that flowed from the wall to ceiling, and onto the cold, uncovered floor.

As he slowly covered the room he ruffled the satin sheets that covered the giant sleigh bed that was obviously the focal point of the bedroom. He stopped after realizing the moved the sheets and sighed. Many a night he had come to windows similar to the one that was open this eve and he always found himself handcuffed. He could only watch as beautiful women and men slept, tossed, turned and made love above and under sheets much like these. Slowly and with much intention he took in every inch of the soft, slippery linens that covered this well carved bed. A massive bed that looked as though it had been taken straight from the heart of a great oak tree. His mind wandered as his curiosity peaked, wondering what kind of people inhabited and shared this bed, theses sheets.

Slowly he slid down off the now well ruffled sheets and on to the floor that was covered in large misshapen tiles causing it to resemble an old cobblestone sidewalk. It reminded him of old sidewalks where he had seen lovers saunter down, holding hands, exchanging glances and even at times stopping to steal a gentle kiss. The heat he remembered, coming off a couple he had embraced during a tryst they had taken, seemed to be that same heat which now gently flowed up from under the door that lead to the rest of the house.

Majestically he circled the room and danced with the candlelight once more. He weaved in and out of the curtain that covered his point of exit, and finally once more, he caressed himself with the satin sheets he longed to be wrapped in. Before sliding under the doorway and into the rest of the house, he looked back and checked the window opening assuring himself a safe exit. His current jaunt was the most fun he had experienced in a while, but he could not forget that getting cut off from the outside would almost certainly cause him to dissipate and become no more.

As he exited the room, he found himself having to push aside the heat that earlier had gently peaked his curiosity. As he wafted to the ceiling and circled the great room he found himself taking in every possible sensation he could. Inhaling deeply, he took in a familiar smell he had come across a time or two. The same smell he

had experienced the same time he had felt the heat of the kissing couple found on the cobblestone path. As he circled the dimly lit room, he encountered many a flickering candle light. He continued to feel a great warmth. As he looked around though, he knew that the few well lit candles could in no way put out this amount of warmth. The entire house was filled by this warmth and it didn’t come from, the illuminating light of many candles now in their later stages of being.

As he circled the room, he noticed a good amount of wax covering the hard wood floors. The

marble above the fireplace and even the well polished brass which held many of the candles atop the adjoining dining room table were covered in a waxy surface. Surveying further, he was taken aback as his ears were suddenly filled with a not so familiar sound. Where was it coming from? What made that sound that caused him to shiver as if he himself had been struck by the great North Wind himself. It was as if his soul was being squeezed by the familiar heat he had been searching for. Looking down, his eyes beheld an unfamiliar sight.

With his mighty strength, he was able to cause people to pull tight their coats, to chase after their head wear and even go back inside the comfort of their homes and put on more clothes, ear coverings. At times he laughed as people even decide to stay inside their homes and not challenge the winds great strength. This had become a way for him to punish the many that refused to let him enter their homes, into their lives, their secret places. He perceived their behaviors as a way to taunt the wind, to ridicule him. He thought they would Lara Travesti do this to snub him because he couldn’t bee seen. It was as if they even questioned his presence.

Never before had he gazed upon the nakedness of a person. I other than a tank top or occasional pair of shorts. This, time for some reason, he was taken aback. He drifted in slowly for a closer look and was able to make out a man who seemed to be lying face down on a large, beige colored couch. He was not still, but moving easily from side to side. But why was he moaning? And why were there two wineglasses, both empty, as was the

bottle that once held the soft remnants of a red alcohol that he could smell as he approached the half bare man. Intrigued, he floated down further to inspect this brand new sight. When in a sudden, he again experienced a feeling of surprise when he saw a much smaller hand come from under the mans armpit and wrap around his back.. The hand had long fingernails painted a bright red and they dug ever so gently, but with purpose into the naked back which had initially captured the winds curiosity. As the fingernails dug in with even more purpose, the blonde headed man raised his head and moaned. It was then that the wind saw the outline of a beautiful young woman underneath the half naked man. Now, even more shocked than before, the wind quickly fled back and crouched in the highest corner of the room as fast as he could gasping as he flew. His rapid movement caused one of the wineglasses to topple over onto the table, crashing onto the floor. He watched as it seemed to fall in slow motion, knowing he could not stop it from falling and praying that the two he saw would not be any more aware of his presence than he had wanted to let on to. The red liquid leapt onto the lightly colored hardwood floor as the crystal settled in pieces onto the floor which once was dry and clean. Both man and woman turned their heads quickly as they saw the soft light from their candles shift wildly and heard the crashing of the crystal which had been filled with the liquid they used to lessen their inhibitions. Two great sighs drew air out of the room and seemed to pull at the wind, desperately cowering atop the ceiling.

The man sat, torso uncovered and surveyed the room.

“Must have been the wind. Either that or we are steaming the room up to much.”

A short husky laugh escaped his throat as he glanced down at the beautiful woman who laid stretched out on the soft leather couch, shirt unbuttoned, bra intact, a bead of perspiration gently crawling from her

temple, down her cheek and behind her wonderfully soft jaw line.

“I left the bedroom window open. It is too beautiful a night to not allow the wind and the moonlight in to watch.” Her gentle voice soothed the fear that encompassed the wind. He had seen this woman before. He recognized her hair, her smell…THAT WAS IT!

The heat he remembered feeling from the bedroom and the scents he could not forget. It was HER. He could remember the last time he had held her hair in his misty hands, smelt her perfume as he encircled her. He had felt her heat that day when he was busy causing others to curse his insistence and to yell at him for causing them discomfort. He remembered looking down at her and watching her take him in. She walked at a much slower pace than the others who seemed to be running from him as he showed all his strength and power. He whipped around her head and she giggled where others had become incensed. He could still remember her raising her hands, her very light, body length coat, opening and her taking the deepest of breaths. She had been unable to see, but the wind had been only inches away from her lips, watching her as she drew a bit of him in to her lungs. He was amazed that day as he watched someone take a piece of him in, hold him within, and then exhale with the gentlest of movements. The smile that covered her face was etched into his memory. The feeling of the heat that flowed through him after she exhaled caused him to back away from her that day with an almost eerie uncertainty as to her power, her intentions, her ability to capture and control him.

Completely taken with the entire event, he remembered gently clearing her path that day as she walked to her destination. He swept away leaves and dirt with the same care one would hold an infant. He watched in awe as she continued to smile and respond to him as he would gently caress her long strands of hair…It was the same woman…he was seeing HER again.

Still trying to remain unnoticed, he sunk as deeply as he could into the corner of the ceiling and breathed slowly, easily as to not disturb anything else in the room. The woman he had been so intrigued with, stood and brushed back her hair from covering her face.

“I’ll go shut the window….”

She was even more intriguing now and her voice seemed sweeter than any song he had ever heard the birds sing Manavgat travesti during his time of travel from one place to another. Her voice mesmerized him and captured his total being.

As she disappeared into the bedroom the wind was quickly drawn back to the reality, that without an open window he would be trapped inside the house and quite possibly permanently separated from the rest of himself once cut off by the once open window pane. Never having been in this situation before he began to panic and fret. He rushed around the great room causing the other wine glass to fall, the candles to dart erratically back and forth. He darted past the man with no shirt causing him shudder with a sudden cold. In turn this caused him to tell the woman to

“Hurry and close that window”.

His not being familiar with the fear of losing his essence and his uncontrolled reaction to his fear caused the woman to move even more quickly to the window which she shut with one swift, effortless move of her hand.

TRAPPED…

Again, taken by the severity of the situation in which he found himself, he huddled into the corner of the room leaving the once dancing candle light to stand erect and cast a boring predictable shadow upon the walls of the bedroom. He would have to find another way out of this almost certain death trap. Before he could jet down and out the bedroom door, he noticed a presence darkening the doorway. THAT man, was leaning on the doorframe looking in on the lady who had captured his thoughts, his feelings. If he went out that way, he would be

detected, they would know he was still in the room. He couldn’t risk it. As he was thinking of his escape, he once again felt the heat that had drawn him into the great room from under the bedroom door.

As he turned towards the heat, he lost all feeling.

There she was, slowly removing her unbuttoned shirt. In slow motion, it fell from her shoulders, down her smooth back. The sheer material slid ever so softly down her arms. It hung for the slightest of seconds on her fingertips before she let it fall completely to the floor.

There she stood. A sight he had never been privy to see this close, in the same room. Both he and the man in the doorway were motionless, unable to move or even breathe. He heard the door close and as he turned he saw that the man was slowly approaching his beauty. He too now had on only the slightest bit of covering on his body. He was one piece of clothing away from being totally naked. Even the wind was able to notice the strength in the mans shoulders, his wide naked chest and well shaped biceps. A tapering waistline and what looked to be extremely strong legs were an emphasis of the mans desire to be in good physical shape. His breath shortened and his eyes seemed to widen as he approached his near naked beauty. Slowly he walked to her, his flat stomach moving in and out, a bit quicker than before. The wind stifled a gasp when he noticed the bulge in the mans loin covering as it started to swell and become even more accentuated.

As he again turned his eyes towards the woman, he noticed that she too was breathing at a more rapid pace. She had since, removed all her clothing except for her white satin and lace bra with matching thong. Her breasts were heaving now and it seemed as though they would cause the minute bit of clothing to burst under their pressure. He became perplexed as he saw the red patches of skin that began to cover her mid chest and the nape of her neck. Slowly, she raised her hand causing her lover to stop in his tracks.

She began to sway gently back and forth, side to side. A slow turn, and continued swaying caused the bulge in the mans jockeys to grow even more. The wind watched as she placed both her hands on the wall and flipped her head backwards causing her hair to cascade from her face landing softly on her back. Leaning forward, she placed her forehead on the wall. The palms of her hands now reaching back and covering her buttocks. The red paint on her nails stood out in dark contrast to her lightly colored but well shaped cheeks. She clawed gently into her ass and pulled her fingers slowly up her cheeks to her waist, lifting her fingers off her skin letting them come to rest on the snap on the back of her bra. Her lover and the wind were both mesmerized as she continued to brace her forehead on the wall and sway back and forth to the music playing in her head.

With the simplest of moves, her back became as bare as the rest of her body. Slowly her bra fell to the floor with her lovers eyes following every inch of the way. As the man’s eyes traced every inch of his prize up from her toes, to her well shaped calves, up her milky thighs, his eyes stopped at his lovers fingers which now covered her naked breasts. Sheer torture seemed to be the feeling as he began to walk towards the woman who was now grinning from ear to ear.

“Uh-Uh!”, escaped her swollen lips. “Not Side travesti yet.”

Slowly her hands left her breasts and both man and wind gasped as her nipples were exposed. Dry mouthed, her lover attempted to moan. The wind unable to contain himself exhaled directly at the woman. Her hair moved in unison with the wafts of air that flew past and threw her. The colder air caused her nipples to stand erect and the cooling sensation caused the woman to lean her head back and take in the opposing feelings of her warm sexual heat escaping every pore of her womanhood and the cooler air that had surprised her nakedness.

The wind not totally aware of his actions noticed her response and decided to make his move. Never before had he exhibited gentleness, often opting for a brutish, aggressive approach to meet his goal. The wind began to slowly circle the room causing the flickering lights to began a dance which now saw both shadow and fire dancing in unison. Both man and woman were lost in the cool air and the heat which escaped their naked bodies. The man unable to control himself rushed to his lover and swept her up off of her feet. Her legs wrapped forcefully around his naked waist and their lips collided with a passionate force. Their tongues were lost amongst the intensity of the feelings, the sensualness and the raw sex that had meshed with the passion of the wind. Both seemed to sense as though they were floating but neither wanted to risk opening their eyes and finding out the intensity wasn’t real. Their hands clamored at one another unable to fell, smell, or taste enough of the other.

The feeling of groundlessness was not only a sensation but a reality. The wind had wrapped the two lovers in its being and lifted them off the floor and placed them gently on the bed which he had played in wildly before. Without missing a beat the two lovers continued to take in each other, to kiss passionately and fondle confidently.

The young woman eased her way down her lovers chest. She gently kissed and tugged on each of his nipples causing him to squirm under her touch, to moan through her hair which was dispersed cross his face. Lower and lower she ventured stopping at the rim of his under coverings. She forcefully pulled them down across his thighs allowing his now swollen muscle to escape and stand erect at her command. Gently she lowered her head to the tip of his muscle which seemed to be begging for her tender touch. Slowly her mouth opened and her tongue began to escape. Covering the head softly, she slowly took him in to her mid mouth, past her tongue until he rested completely in her mouth. She rested there as her lover began to squirm, his hands grasping the head board where the wind was sitting and watching with awe. Gently her fingertips caressed his balls which were exuding heat. She fondled them until her lover begged for her to suck him to climax.

Slowly she lifted her head, sucking harder than she ever had before. The man felt as though she was going to lift him off the bed and cause him to explode before he was five minutes into their session of love making. As her mouth released the head of his organ, she looked longingly up to her lover, her mouth covered in wet.

With one swift move, the man turned his lover onto her back and straddled her with his well cut thighs. With more ease than he ever had exhibited before, he licked clean her lips and pushed back her golden hair. His hands covered first her delicate shoulders, moving down past her breasts and to the last bit of covering found on her body. With one hand on each side of her hips, he tugged quickly and forcefully causing her body to become totally naked while his lips never left hers. His swollen muscle felt of her well trimmed covering while his hands now slipped under her hips, pulling up slightly on her now naked ass. As he raised from her voluptuous lips, he directed his attention to her neck, right below her ear. As he kissed and suckled on her neck her heat became almost unbearable. The wind had now shifted and was covering the entire ceiling finding himself excited beyond his wildest dreams. He finally was apart of a sensual session of lovemaking. He wasn’t outside, he wasn’t just passing by, he was apart of it. He watched as the man continued to cover the womans neck with kisses and nibbles. The man seemed to intentionally avoid his lovers breasts. They heaved under his pressure and she moaned every time his hands which were exploring his body came close. Her nipples seemed as though they would tear wide open if they became any more swollen yet he continued to let them be. Even as the man licked gingerly down her naked chest, to her stomach and across her waistline, his hands never found her naked breast under his touch.

Not knowing what do to with his excitedness, the wind began to circle the room. As the man parted his lovers trembling thighs with his head, the wind watched as the woman arched her hips to meet his tongue. Her feet planted firmly on the bed she met his every lick with a moan and a flinching of her sexual muscles. Her hands flashed to the headboard where she clamored for a hold. She was sure she would fly away if she could not hold onto something solid and stable.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

The Waiting Game’s Reward

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It is dark outside. There’s a full moon tonight, hanging voluptuously low in the blue-black sky. It’s the kind of moon that makes you believe anything is possible and there are no limits to having what you desire. I have been waiting for you to arrive. I pace restlessly around the house, wineglass hanging forgotten in my hand. There’s a pattern now to my path. Bedroom to living room. Sit in the chair briefly. To the kitchen to look out the window of the back door. No headlights. Back to the chair to sit impatiently, fidgeting. Back into the bedroom…and over again it begins. Finally! I hear the crunching of the gravel as you pull up and park outside. My heart starts pounding and my mouth goes dry. I feel giddy. Almost light-headed. I go into the kitchen and see your lights go off. I set the wineglass down beside the sink and open the door. You make your way over to the stairs where I am waiting in the warm velvet dark.

“Hey baby.” Your deep voice gives me shivers as you come up the steps towards me. I go into your arms and feel the solid warmth of your body pressed against mine. And just like that all of the stress I’ve been carrying for the week is gone. I take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom, and as soon as the door is closed I am in your arms, my mouth on yours. You pick me up, never breaking contact, and I wrap my legs around you as you walk to the bed. We fall onto the bed and you are pressed against me, body to body with my legs still wrapped around you. I feel you press into me and moan softly against your mouth. I think I will die if you do not fill me up with you soon… You thrust against me again, grinding me lightly and I almost cry at the intensity Bornova travesti of the feeling. I need you inside me right now. I fumble with your belt, and you take over, stripping quickly. You are erect and ready and you palm yourself a little as you watch me slide my bra down my shoulders. I love you watching me, and I watch the change in your eyes as I drop the bra to the floor and show you my bare breasts. I reach for the lace edge of my panties, but you stop me.

“Uh uh. I’m doing that.” You tell me with an intense look on your face as you go to your knees on the floor in front of me. Pulling the lace to the side you lower your head and breathe warm air over me. My own breath catches and my entire body tenses in anticipation. Goose bumps break out over my arms and legs, and I can feel myself becoming wetter.

“Do you want me?” You ask me. I can only nod at you.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you then.”

“Your mouth.” I say.

“What about my mouth?” You ask. Your voice is almost a growl. My own has gone dry and I’m hoarse when I answer.

“Please.” I whisper. I can hear the strain in my own voice. I see you lick your lips as your gaze shifts to my smooth mound and feel myself clench in response. You’re looking at my pussy as if it’s the best dessert you’ve ever laid eyes on, and seeing that expression on your face is about the hottest thing I have ever seen!

“Lie down and spread your legs.”

“Yes!” I breathe.

I watch you lower your mouth slowly, our eyes never breaking contact. I’m mesmerized watching you and watching you watch me as you slowly lick my outer lips. And then I feel you slide two fingers inside Buca travesti me. I’m ridiculously wet and I can’t stop the involuntary thrust of my hips to meet you. It’s instinctive. An automatic reaction to the intensity of the feeling that is already an unbearable ache. The sounds are erotic all by themselves. I am so wet, and the sound of your fingers sliding in and out of me makes a juicy noise. Hooking your thumbs into the soft lace above my hips, you strip the panties off me and then spread my legs a bit wider. You’re looking at me up the line of my body and I feel a jolt as your gaze connects with mine again.

“Raise your legs and spread them.”

I instantly do as you say.

“I want to suck on you.” You tell me and I know what you’re about to do. The anticipation alone makes me even wetter as you seal your mouth over me and suck gently.

“Oh my God!” I cry out as my legs go boneless and my knees fall backwards towards my chest.

“Good, baby?” You ask. But I am incapable of speech and can only moan as you lower your head again to place your flattened tongue against me to massage that tiny ball of fire. I can feel myself spiraling towards orgasm and it intensifies even more when you slide your fingers back inside me. My hips are bucking and my nipples are stiffened into nubbled peaks. We are in a rhythm…your mouth and tongue, your fingers, and my hips and all I want is to explode and release this pent up feeling.

“Come for me, Brandy!” You command and resume sucking. Instantly I feel it coming…the wave rolls up through my body and the sun explodes from my clit outward, waves of pleasure rippling over and over and making me clench Konak travesti and spasm as I melt into bonelessness. But we aren’t done. I sense your urgency. It is that primal urge to mate…to possess. You’re going to fuck me, and God I want you to! I am floating on a haze of endorphins as you slide up my body. The feel of your chest as it slides across my breasts is electric and I can feel myself spasm again in response. My nipples are incredibly sensitive and the hair on your chest keeps them at attention. I feel you slide against my lips, the head spreading them apart. I can’t help it, I’m spasming again. My hips bucking against yours in response. It’s so sensitive and I’m still so incredibly aroused.

And then I feel you sink into position. I am open and soaking wet, my lips wrapped around the head of your stone-hard dick as it presses against my opening. My body is tense with need. It’s the knowledge of what you are about to do and how it is going to feel when you do it. The anticipation is agony and I press upward, my mound against you, silently begging you to please, please, please fu… our eyes meet and I feel that electric connection between us blaze and then “Now!” You growl and slam into me hard and deep. You sink into me full length, the head hitting my cervix and drawing a scream of mixed pleasure and pain out of me. I sink my teeth into your shoulder as my orgasm rips through me, the center of me clamping and spasming around you as you fuck me hard, the slap of your body against mine reverberating through my very bones until you explode inside of me, nearly shouting my name as your own climax rages through you, leaving you spent and trembling in my arms.

“I’m sorry I bit you.” I murmur in quiet lassitude.

“It’s ok, baby, I earned it.”

I hear the grin in your voice as you say it. I fall asleep safe in your arms, my body imprinted with yours, the smile of a woman well and truly fucked by her man on my face.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32