Roommates Reworked

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AN: Due to the fact that I neglected to place an author’s note at the beginning of the original story a lot of people didn’t realize that story had degradation kink language in it. For obvious reasons it was jarring and/or uncomfortable for people not prepared to read it. I apologize, as I was not aware at the time that the Literotica tags only showed up at the end of the story and not the beginning (a design feature that seems quite odd). And while I still stand by that story, I wanted to offer this version as well to go along with my apology. So, this is the original story, minus the degradation. There are some added portions to fill in the gaps of what was removed. Please enjoy!

It had only been two weeks as college roommates at the on-campus dorms, but the two young men got along well. Jasper was kind, with an easy laugh and a welcoming presence. He had long golden hair that grew to the middle of his back and expressive deep green eyes. He was in basketball, so his frame was muscular and lean. The other man, Clark, had short brown hair that paired nicely with his light amber eyes. He was as tall as Jasper and skinny, but not boney. Their schedules were pretty lined up: they each had two classes in the morning, they ate lunch together, and Jasper came back from basketball practice just as Clark was getting ready for bed. The only difference was that Clark didn’t have class in the afternoon but Jasper did.

One night, about another week in, Jasper asked Clark if it would be okay if his best friend swung by and Clark said he didn’t mind. He had finished most of his homework and he was curious about the company Jasper kept. He didn’t have anything major planned, just reading, and he could still do that if he didn’t get along with his roommate’s friend. Around 9:30 p.m. Jasper’s friend Demetrius arrived. He was a very tall, broadly muscular, handsome African American, with hazel eyes and short locs that framed his face well. He came in with a dazzling smile, a case of beer and a bottle of rum. After introductions he invited Clark to drink.

The three of them sat on the floor talking and laughing. Demetrius was just as warm as Jasper, but he was a bit more playful. There was something about the easy-goingness of it all and maybe even a little bit of the alcohol flowing, but Clark began to really look at Jasper. He knew he was attractive, but tonight he noticed him just a little bit more. Like just how graceful his movements were, how deep his laugh would drop if the joke was raunchy, how his eyes widened when he was excited. The curve of his neck and the tanned smoothness of his skin. He ran his fingers through his hair a lot and when he did it showed off the contours of his face, the perfect sculpt of his eyebrows and his naturally tinted pink lips. Jasper wasn’t just attractive; he was fucking gorgeous. After a time Clark couldn’t look at Jasper without blushing. He feared he would stumble and say something embarrassing. He tried to engage a bit longer, but the moment Jasper caught his eye and smirked at him, he realized he was at his limit and he needed to excuse himself. He said he had to get ready for bed, thanked Demetrius for the alcohol then began gathering his things to go take a shower. Even though he had already taken one that afternoon, he needed an excuse to get away from Jasper and maybe even rub one out real quick.

After Clark had left Demetrius grinned, “Well damn Jazz,” at Jasper’s confused cocked eyebrow he explained, “he’s pretty cute, you get his number yet?”

“He’s my roommate Dee, I’m not going to make it weird,” Jasper answered easily, “I’ve got to live with this guy for a whole semester. I’m not going to make it uncomfortable for him,” he scooted closer like he had a secret to tell, “You’re right though he’s cute,” he gave his friend a grin, “every once in a while, he’ll come in shirtless and I get some eye candy out of it. He’s cut under that tee shirt. Hairless, with these nice sized suckable nipples…” he trailed off thinking about just how badly he wanted to nibble on them, “but, uh…anyways…”

“Sure you don’t want that number?” Demetrius chuckled.

“Nah, I really don’t want to mess up the vibe, you know. He’s a damn good roommate.”

Demetrius scratched his nose, a sign he was about ask something that might not be received well, “So you’re not going to get mad if I try to…”

Jasper shook his head, but still felt a twinge of something deep in his belly he didn’t like. Nevertheless, he had no real reason to stop his friend so he said, “No, I’m not going to get mad but what about Sheila? Are you not talking to her anymore?”

“We’re still talkin’. We’re open I told you that.”

“Well you kept saying you guys were but I’d never seen it. You two are glued at the hip.”

Demetrius laughed, “That’s just because the opportunity never came up. But you been holding out on me, didn’t tell me about your friend Clark!”

Jasper shook osmaniye escort his head, eyes twinkling, “Look bro, do whatever you need to do. I won’t get in your way,” he forced a crooked grin as that twinge came back.

When Clark returned he saw Demetrius and Jasper leaning on the foot of Jasper’s bed shoulder to shoulder looking at memes and videos on Jasper’s tablet. Jasper looked up at him and for some reason winked. It made his cheeks flame and he was glad of the dimness of the room.

Demetrius looked up and asked, “Sure you don’t want to stay up a little later with us? We were thinking about getting some more alcohol and watching a movie.”

“No I should probably go to bed, but thanks for thinking of me,” Clark glanced over at Jasper and nodded his chin at him, “he knows I’m a deep sleeper, y’all won’t disturb me.”

“Alright man, if you’re sure,” Demetrius looked back at the tablet.

Clark gave Jasper a smile then settled into his bed for the night, tucking the comforter under his chin.

The next day Clark’s phone alarm woke him, but when he went to press snooze, there was a piece of paper on it. He grumbled, hit snooze, then lifted the paper and saw that it had a phone number on it. Just then Jasper walked into the room. He was clearly coming back from the cafeteria. He had a to-go bowl of oatmeal in his hand and a piece of toast between his teeth.

Clark lifted the paper and waved it, “What’s this about?” he asked.

Jasper spit the toast out and it landed on his bed, “Demetrius wanted to give you his number.”

“Oh, I’m glad he wants to keep in touch. I was nervous meeting your friend,” Clark looked at the floor, “I was afraid he wouldn’t like me.”

“What would make you think that? Demetrius likes everyone!” Jasper picked up his toast and took a big bite, watching Clark with his emerald eyes.

“I don’t know,” said Clark as he looked back at Jasper, “I thought he was just being polite because he’s your friend and I’m your roommate.”

Jasper tilted his head, looking silly with the toast he had almost finished in his mouth. He realized Clark wasn’t understanding so he clarified, “Yeah well, if you swing that way there’s his number.”

“Oh!” Clark’s eyebrows rose, “I didn’t realize you meant he wanted to be more than friends.”

Jasper cocked a brow, “I know you’re not offended. Your sister came up two days ago with that pride pin on her backpack. So you’re either an ally, if not in the community yourself.”

Clark blinked, “So, what, two days ago you just decided I was gay?”

Jasper chuckled, “Oh no! I had my suspicion since I first met you, seeing your sister just confirmed it.”

“Just because my sister had an Ace pin on doesn’t mean that I’m gay.”

Jasper stuffed the rest of his toast into his mouth, “Okay, true true. You got me there,” he swallowed and gave him a devastatingly handsome smile, “But the two of you are very close. It was cute. Anyway, clearly you’re not scared of us or anything.”

“Us?” Clark lifted a brow again.

Jasper smirked, “Yeah us. Me, Demetrius, your sister and…maybe you?”

Clark laughed and waved his hand, “Yeah yeah, us,” he confirmed.

Jasper snapped suddenly and gave him finger guns, “I knew it! So, going to call him?”

“Probably not for anything other than friendship,” Clark shrugged, “he’s a nice guy and I enjoyed his company a lot, but I didn’t feel an attraction to him or anything like that.”

“That’s cool,” Jasper was only mildly surprised by the relief he felt. He actually wasn’t sure what he would do if Clark had been excited about getting the number. Leaving the dorm so they could fuck would be awkward as hell. How could he hang out with them if they were dating? That thought gave birth to another one, “Damn man, I mean, I never even thought to ask if you were already taken before I started wingmaning.”

“No I’m not, but I’m not really looking though either. I mean if it happens it happens, but I’m not one of those people who doesn’t know how to be alone. I don’t need to be part of a pair.”

“Oh shit, that reminds me, Demetrius has a girlfriend. They’re open and all but if that’s not your scene then…”

“Thanks for the heads up, but like I said, I’m not interested in him anyway,” Clark looked away he wasn’t sure what to say after. He hoped Jasper wouldn’t be upset and think the rejection meant Clark thought Demetrius wasn’t good enough or something.

His worry was on his face and Jasper was suddenly in front of him, he pulled the lid off his oatmeal then squat down. He looked up at him with a serious expression, “Hey, like, if you’re uncomfortable that he’s crushin’ on you, I can meet him at the mall or Starbucks or something. He doesn’t have to come back here you know,” he took a bite of his oatmeal.

“I’m not uncomfortable, I just don’t want you to think ill of me for not giving him a chance. I just don’t feel anything like that, osmaniye escort bayan that’s all. I figure we can all be adults about it. Demetrius is free to come whenever. Like I said before, I enjoyed my time with him.”

“Alright,” Jasper reached out and clasped Clark’s knee and squeezed, “well anyway, that’s settled,” he gave him a grin then stood and turned away.

Clark, with his heart thundering, asked, “Well, since we’re on the subject…are you seeing anyone?”

Jasper looked over his shoulder, pushing his hope way down, “Nope, mostly just don’t have time. Between basketball practice and classes it’s too hard to date.”

“I’m surprised,” said Clark softly.

Jasper flopped onto his bed and scraped the last of his oatmeal out of the cardboard container not looking at Clark and asked, “Really? Why?”

Clark just shrugged, looking at the floor again, “You know, the usual…you’re a nice guy, smart, handsome…yada yada yada,” he glanced up and he was met by Jasper’s beautiful eyes looking at him over the rim of his cardboard bowl. Spoon in midair, the man frozen, but smirking. They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, before Jasper dropped his eyes and finally ate the last of his oatmeal. He threw the empty container into the trash then leaned back on his hands and smiled at Clark.

Jasper looks sexy Clark thought. He wanted to know why he wasn’t speaking. Had he said something wrong? Stupid? But there was an atmosphere building in the air and he was too afraid to break it to ask why his roommate was just looking at him. He couldn’t pinpoint Jasper’s expression, but he looked almost smug, like he had won something. But Clark had no idea what in their conversation made Jasper feel victorious.

Finally, the blonde spoke, “Thanks, but yeah it’s not lack of confidence. It truly is lack of time.”

They looked at each other for a few minutes longer and Clark knew something had changed between them, but it wouldn’t be for a while that he would realize what it was.

As the days passed Clark and Jasper began hanging out more often. Anytime one of them found themselves with unexpected free time they would text the other to see if they happened to be free also. More than a couple of times it was clear the other man was ditching a class or study time to hang out, though neither of them acknowledged it. There was something about both of them acknowledging their sexual orientation and Clark’s disinterest in Demetrius that seem to bring them closer together. At first in a friendly way, but as the days progressed they became a little flirtatious with one another.

They began to use inuendo and double-entendres in their speech to each other. More than once Jasper had gotten Clark to blush and Clark had gotten Jasper to lose his train of thought. Then began the touching. Nothing sexual in nature, just a hand on the shoulder or a steadying grip on an elbow. Clark began to use Jasper’s thigh as leverage whenever he stood up. Jasper would touch the small of Clark’s back when they were side by side, speaking to others. Clark would study on the floor next to Jasper’s bed and enjoy his friend’s fingers carding though his hair every now and again. So Clark, using their study habits as justification, rustled up the courage one night to ask Jasper if he could comb his hair. Jasper had agreed and it had led to him sitting on the ground between Clark’s legs while they watched Alien 3. Clark had combed his hair then braided it and was pleased that Jasper didn’t move until the movie was over. Once ended the two friends said goodnight to one another and went to their respective beds, neither one of them pushing for anything more. Still though, Clark was fairly sure he had felt a charge between them, and he really really hoped it wasn’t one-sided.

The next day Demetrius came over and he brought Sasha his girlfriend. She was cute and kind and Clark liked her immediately. Her skin was a lighter shade of brown than Demetrius’ and she was short, plump and very curvy. She wasn’t dressed provocatively but she did look sexy in her tight black skinny jeans and low cut red t-shirt. They decided to go out for lunch instead of the campus cafeteria.

They found a small diner that served breakfast food all day and the four of them spoke easily and laughed often. Demetrius had started watching Clark and Jasper, they seemed to be flirting a bit and he was intrigued. When Clark announced he needed to use the restroom Demetrius was going to ask Jasper what was up, but Sasha spoke first.

“You two are adorable together,” she said with a smile, “how long have you been dating?”

Jasper looked surprised and his eyes darted over to Demetrius’ quickly then back to Sasha, “Uh, we’re not.”

“Maybe y’all should then…” she smirked.

“He’s just a good roommate that’s all. He’s my friend so we’re close.”

Demetrius laughed, “We’re close Jazz and I’ve never seen escort osmaniye you look at me like you wanna climb me like a tree!”

Sasha chuckled, “Yeah and I’m pretty sure Clark would spread his branches for you too,” that line just made her boyfriend laugh louder and Jasper blush up to his ears. She reached forward and touched Jasper’s hand, “make a move. I’m pretty sure he likes you.”

“Yeah bro,” Demetrius nodded, “plus, it’s near the end of the semester, if we’re wrong, then request for a transfer to another dorm. J building is always open because it’s close to the train.”

Jasper nodded, then took a deep breath, “Maybe…I’ll think about it though,” he glanced at Demetrius, “hey, uh, thanks for being understanding.”

Demetrius waved his hand with a grin, he had long ago given up on Clark when the man never called him. Clark came back and slid into the booth, closer to Jasper this time. After a while Demetrius noticed a strand of Jasper’s hair closest to Clark was moving while they ate and he realized that Clark must be whirling it underneath the table. He kicked Jasper’s boot and when the man looked up he gave him a smirk, just then Clark looked up and both men blushed then looked back at their food. The hair movement stopped.

After eating Demetrius suggested they go walk around the outside mall of outlet stores. It wasn’t too cold, but they each still needed a hoodie. Well Sasha was wearing an adorable black denim jacket. They decided to get coffees as they shopped and after leaving the third store Jasper, not saying a word, reached over and took Clark’s hand into his. Sasha glanced over at the movement, then smiled to herself and nudged Demetrius to look over too. He caught Jasper’s eye and gave him a wink, but that was the last it was acknowledged.

Clark nor Jasper brought up the hand holding, which didn’t stop until they piled into Demetrius’ car to go back on campus. Back at the dorm, Jasper said he was going to take a shower and Clark, still nervous about what had happened that afternoon, just pulled on his pajamas and went to bed. He would shower tomorrow after lunch since he didn’t have an afternoon class.

The next day things went as normal, Clark and Jasper got up, shuffled around the room getting ready then left for morning classes. During class Clark made up an excuse not to meet Jasper for lunch and texted his apology. The morning had been difficult for Clark. He was hyper aware of every move his roommate made. The hand Jasper had held still had the subtle scent of his cologne on it. His heart had been beating wildly and he knew they should probably have a proper discussion, but all he could think about was just how cute Jasper looked sleep mussed and yawning. So he would address the ramping up of their flirtations later. Right now, he wanted time to get his thoughts in order.

~*~

Jasper huffed and placed his hands on his hips as he stood outside of his classroom door after lunch. He wished his professor had sent an email to cancel the class not just put a sign on the door after he’s run across campus to not be late. Marigold, a woman in his class, stepped up then let out of growl of frustration.

She spoke, “I mean, I know I should be happy for him, pretty sure this means his wife is finally giving birth, but also, I had to pay for bus fare to get here. Feel like I should get reimbursed or something,” she pursed her lips in aggravation.

Jasper chuckled, “Yeah,” he glanced down at her, “not a fan.”

He clapped his hands then turned and left. He didn’t know what he was going to do now that he had all this free time. He should go to the library to study, but he knew Clark didn’t have afternoon classes and the thought of spending time with him was far more appealing. Jasper was slowly getting used to the fact that anytime he thought about Clark it made him a little giddy. He was 95% sure Clark felt the same way seeing as he hadn’t pulled his hand away at the outlet mall. He didn’t know how to bring it up though, it had been years since he actively pursued someone. He figured he’d just play it by ear like he had thus far.

Jasper already had his card key out when he approached his dorm room door and threw it open. He heard a yelp and things falling to the ground and his eyes grew wide when he saw Clark. Clark was standing in the center of room completely naked, hands over his crotch, but he hadn’t been fast enough and Jasper had gotten a clear view of his body.

“Oh,” Jasper whispered softly.

“Did you see?!” Clark cried looking horrified.

Jasper knew what he was talking about, there was no reason lying to him about it, so he simply said, “Yeah.”

Clark groaned and turned his back to Jasper, “Why are you here?” He whispered.

“Class was canceled. Guess Mr. Steven’s wife is finally in labor,” he shrugged. It was silent for a while as Clark rummaged through his drawer. Jasper didn’t like the awkward feeling in the air. He didn’t want Clark to think he was judging his body negatively so he felt like he should say something, “like, I don’t care you know. I mean…about your body,” he shut and locked the door, “it is what it is…”

Clark quickly pulled up a pair of boxer briefs then looked over his shoulder, “I don’t want to talk about it,” he snapped.

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The Diary of a Rubber Slut Pt. 01

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Introduction – Hello, my name is Kimberly, at least that is the name of my female persona. I am a slut and a slut that has an addiction to cock, cum, and wearing rubber. My interest in all of these things started early. I read stories in Penthouse forum about bisexual scenes and I also found that I was quite turned on by the photos in Penthouse Magazine of people dressed in their latex fines. I’ll mention that I also loved wearing stockings and either a girdle or garter belt while masturbating. My curiosity got the best of me and I wanted to know what cum tasted like. It didn’t take long before I had a steady diet of cum as I masturbated several times a day and would eat all of the cum that I produce. Sex outside of the home started by attending swinging parties in the 70s, then the bathhouses, adult theaters and bookstores, parks, restrooms and ultimately Craig’s list provided me with a regular diet of cock and cum. My wife, play partner and soul mate passed away about ten years ago. So here I am today a gay, submissive, bottom, cocksucking, cumslut, that love wearing women’s rubber clothes.

The story begins:

I’d spent quite an evening at a local fetish bar and had had quite the night. I have cum dried on my face and dripping from by ass, running down my legs as I return home. Even though well and thoroughly fucked I still looked hot. I wore a gorgeous shiny black mini dress with high neck. My golden blond hair cascaded down over my shoulders. I wore ultra-shiny lace top thigh high silk stockings which shimmered as the light reflected off of my legs. My Peaser patent leather thigh high platform boots with the 6 inch stiletto heels finished the outfit that made me the sexiest slut in town. The only imperfection in my looks was the fact that my makeup had run from receiving several cum facials during the evening.

Johnny, my roommate, my pimp, my owner had decided to send me out on my own for the evening with clear instructions to return home well fucked. We had been going at it long and hard all week and he begged for a rest. As I open the door I hear sounds of someone fucking. What the hell? As I walk into the apartment what do I see but Johnny reclining in the La-Z-Boy, cock in hand, stroking the hell out of his cock as he’s watching someone getting fucked in the ass on muş escort the tv.

He’s red in the face being caught. I wink at him, lick my lips provocatively, and flash him a big smile. I tell him “I’ve got something for you much better than that”. With that I raise the skirt of my dress, turn for his viewing pleasure and start stroking my ass. I forgot to mention, when I go clubbing, I never wear any panties. Damn, his cock looks so hard and inviting. I may have sucked a dozen cocks tonight and been fucked by as many but I’m always ready for Jonny’s cock. He’s hot, he knows how to use it and can have me ready for him any time he wants. He knows it too and has me under his complete control.

I walk closer, drop to my knees, take that hot, luscious cock in my hand and have it in my mouth and down my throat before he can get a word out. My lips encircle the soft mushroom head, my tongue explores its edge and the entrance to his pee hole. I can feel the heat and hardness of his cock in his mouth. I can smell the intoxicating smell of his sex and pre-cum since he’s been stroking himself. My hand is wrapped around the shaft of his massive cock as I bob up and down, again and again, making love to that beautiful cock. He moans again and again as I keep up a vigorous pace. Slowly, I remove my hand and take more and more of his shaft into my mouth and then down my throat. I am in heaven. Finally I feel his entire hard cock buried deep in my throat as my face is buried fully in his bush. It’s where I belong, it’s my purpose, I am a cock sucking, faggot slut.

After spending some time stroking his beautiful cock in and out of my throat I take his cock back in my hand again. I remove my mouth and move lower to lick and suck his massive balls. I take one into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. I move from one to the other. I use my other hand to cup his balls while I stroke him. I move further down licking that area between his balls and his ass.

I want to rim him, to please and pleasure him but he grabs my long blond hair and lifts my head. He has two fistfuls of hair, one on each side of my head. He takes my face in his hands and moves me back to his cock. He is gentle but firm, holding me in place, thrusting his hips, his cock at my lips and pouring escort muş himself into my mouth. My tongue tastes the sweetness of his liquid as he impales me on his cock. He’s moaning louder, saying “fuck, fuck”. He gasps as he is slipping down my throat. I am kissing, licking and deep throating his beautiful cock. He’s in control, as it should be. I am his tool, his vessel, for his use and his pleasure. He is enjoying himself, losing control, and losing himself in me. I look at him lovingly, moving my sight back and forth between his face and his cock.

It’s only been a couple of minutes but I move my head off of his cock and stand. I walk to the sofa where I recline on my back, take my booted legs in my hands, raise my ass and offer myself to Johnny. He can see drops of cum on my legs and a stream of cum dripping from my well used ass. There’s no play, no effort to get me ready. It doesn’t matter, he knows I’m ready and that I want him. He has the power over me and he knows it. He presses his massive cock against my anus and enters me. There’s so much cum still in me he slides right in. He goes balls deep on the first stroke. He takes my legs in his hands and starts pounding. I gasp as he masterfully, rhythmically fucks me again and again. “I am fucking you, you slut. I own you. You are for my use and my pleasure.” And with that he is merciless in his pounding of my sloppy wet ass. I lift my hips additionally, to submit to him, to give him what he wants. I thrust back against his steel hard cock so that he knows, that I know, that I am his to do with as he pleases.

He lets go of my legs and pulls out of my ass. He motions me to the floor. I am quickly on my hands and knees, ass up, ready for him. He puts his hands on my hips and thrusts into my well used ass. He thrusts deep into me with is balls slapping my ass with each thrust. His long, thick cock continues to send shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. It’s me screaming “fuck me, please just fuck me”, moaning as I slice myself back and forth against his thrusting cock. I’m in heaven as our thrusts meet each other, going faster and faster. My asshole is slick and wet, tightly filled, as I leave the room and am elevated to a plane of perfect pleasure. I can’t speak but think “such perfect pleasure”.

We muş escort bayan stop again. He pulls out and lays on his back. I squat over him and impale myself on that magnificent cock. My back is to him, my hands are behind me on his hips. My booted legs are just outside of his legs as I squat above him. It’s my turn to take control, to ride his cock, to raise and lower myself, fuck myself on this amazing man’s perfect cock. My ass bottoms against his thighs as I stroke, up and down, clinching the muscles within my ass, to squeeze him, tight around him as I speed my thrusts up and down. I can feel his cock twitch in me. I can hear his breathing become labored. I don’t want him to cum in me. I have something else in mind.

I get off of him and he stands. He knows what I want. I get on my knees one more time and take him between my lips and down my throat. I stroke his cock, I cup his balls, I thrust my mouth over his cock and down my throat. I use my throat muscles to stroke his cock as he thrusts into me. His cock is hot. It tastes of cum and of my ass. It is my aphrodisiac. I take his cock from my mouth and rub it on my face. I lick and circle the head with my tongue. His cock spasms, twitches, and begins to fill my mouth with his delicious cum. Shot after shot, rope after rope he fills me, I swallow and it continues until finally he is spent.

I open my mouth, proud of what we had done, showing him the fruits of our labor. He aims his cock at my face and begins to shoot a heavy stream of pee onto my face and in my mouth. It’s as if he has a fire hose and is using it to clean the cum from my face. It flows down my chin and onto my rubber dress. Pulse after pulse, stream after stream, again and again. I open my mouth and he blasts me with another stream. I try to keep my eyes open but both my mouth and eyes close automatically. Finally the stream stops and I take him back in my mouth sucking him, cleaning him from an unexpected final pleasure of the evening. I use my finger to scoop any final threads of cum from my face into my mouth and swallow. I take him back into my mouth for one last lick, one last suck, as he begins to soften.

I look at him with my soft deer like eyes and thank him, thank him for the pleasure that he gives me. I smile at him and tell him I love him, I love his cock, I love his cum, I love his pee, I love everything he shares with me, for allowing and loving me to be me. It’s very late and it’s off to bed. A new adventure will happen tomorrow morning. You’ll be able to read about it in part 2 of The Diary of a Rubber Slut.

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My First Time

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When I was 18, like many of my friends, often hitch-hiked to a distant destination and for the return home since none of us had cars at that point. It was a very hot August day and I had been visiting a buddy of mine who had moved to a home that was 20 miles from the old neighborhood. Even though I was wearing a t-shirt and Bermuda shorts, I was really hot and sweating heavily as I was thumbing a ride home in the early evening. A big late model Chrysler pulled over and I jumped in the front seat. The driver, a man probably in his 50s asked me where I was headed. I told him and he said he was going right by there. He had the a/c on high and it felt really good even though my t-shirt was soaked with sweat.

From the outset he was friendly, easy going and talkative. We talked sports, how my summer was going and just general chit chat. He joked a bit and brushed my knee with his hand as he was joking. He seemed a nice guy and made me feel at ease. He noticed how sweaty I was and said that I must be thirsty and I said that I kinda was. He apologized that all he had was beer and offered me a can of Budweiser. Although I had not yet developed a fondness for beer I was extremely thirsty and the idea of having one at that point was really attractive. He also handed me a towel and suggested that I take my shirt off to towel off. I did and the a/c felt really good against my bare skin and I told him so.

I took a couple of swigs and sat back against the corner of the passenger door and the back of the seat. Almost immediately I felt the effects of the beer, relaxed a bit and swung my left leg up so that my knee was resting sideways on the seat. He looked over at me, chuckled and asked me if it tasted good? I said that it really did. He patted the side of my knee and just kept talking to me. As he talked he seemed really interested in me. Asking me questions about myself and always responding to me in a very positive way. No one had ever spoken to me that way before and it seemed he was really interested in me and it felt good. And I didn’t mind when he rested his hand on my knee.

When I finished the beer he asked how I was and I said I was ok but in reality I had tossed it down rather quickly, on an empty stomach and was feeling the beer’s effects. What I did notice for the first time was that his right hand which had been resting on my knee was now just above my knee on my inner thigh. He glanced over and saw me looking at his hand but didn’t say anything or move his hand. It felt a little strange but I didn’t move my leg or push his hand away. I wasn’t really sure why I didn’t. I felt a little confused and was really feeling that beer, leaned my head back against the door and shut my eyes. I don’t think I actually dozed off even though I was a little drowsy. When I opened my eyes I was surprised to notice that I had a hard-on and it was showing. Then I noticed that his hand was higher up my inner thigh and he was lightly moving his index finger back and forth across my skin and it felt good. He looked over at me and said in a very soft and reassuring voice that it was alright and that he understood.

I remember feeling very conflicted at that point and didn’t really understand what was happening inside me. I was confused, not really uncomfortable but not mardin escort completely at ease either but one thing I knew for certain was that I was turned on. And his hand felt good on my thigh and his voice was soft and warm and friendly and – – – nice.

It was then that I noticed that it had gotten dark, it had started to rain and that the car had stopped moving. I looked outside and from what I could see we were in the parking lot behind what I guessed was a grocery store. I didn’t see any other cars. I felt a moment of panic but then he said that it was alright, that everything was ok, that I didn’t need to be afraid, that he would never hurt me or ask me to do anything I didn’t want to do. No one had ever said anything like that to me before, he was gentle and soft spoken and warm and he just sounded so – – – nice.

The beer made me feel good, his voice made me feel safe and his hand was soft and warm on my skin and felt really good high up on my inner thigh near my crotch. I felt myself breathing heavily and looked over at him. He looked into my eyes as his finger moved under the edge of my briefs and I felt a shiver. His finger moved a little and brushed the side of my balls and he spoke softly to me in his nice voice and I trembled. I closed my eyes and I felt his hand move back down my leg while his other hand unbuttoned my shorts. He pulled down my zipper and then pulled off my shorts — I lifted my ass so he could. I was sitting there in his car, in the dark in my briefs and he was talking to me softly and then I felt his hand on my cock. He didn’t move his hand or wrap his hand around it — he simply rested it there. And his hand was soft and warm and his voice was soft and warm and I was oozing precum and didn’t know what was going to happen next and didn’t care.

He moved closer to me on the seat, his face close to mine and continuing to tell me that it was alright and he would never do anything to hurt me. And for the first time in my life I felt the irresistible desire for another person. He removed his hand from my cock and then I felt both his hands move inside the elastic in the waistband of my briefs. And he started pulling down my briefs and I wanted him to. And then I was completely naked in his car, in the dark with a man I had known less than an hour and there was no place on Earth that I would rather have been at that moment. And then his hands were on my inner thighs and his hands were soft and warm and his voice was soft and warm as his hands moved up my thighs. I felt a finger on each of his hands lightly brush my balls and I know I made a sound but I have no idea what it was. And his left hand cupped my balls while his right hand reached under to that place behind my balls and he softly rubbed it and oh my fuckin God I’d never felt anything like that in my life. And I squirmed and writhed and his voice was soft and warm and his hands were making me feel amazing. And I spread my legs wide and moved my hips up and down and he rubbed me and fondled me and I was in a place I’d never been before. And then he took his hands away and moved away from me on the seat.

My eyes opened wide and I looked across the seat and saw that he had his cock out and I felt an urge I had never in my life felt before. mardin escort bayan And it was new and strange and his voice was soft and warm and I wanted desperately to be close to him. And I didn’t care how new or strange it was — I wanted to feel his warmth and, yes, touch and feel that beautiful cock and and and I wanted, I wanted — I didn’t know what else I wanted but I knew I wanted something more.

And he spoke softly to me and asked me if I wanted to touch him and I begged him to let me. And he leaned against the door and I laid face down on the seat and stared at that beautiful cock and took it in my hand. And it felt hard and warm and good and I looked closer and stroked it and then I had it in my mouth and I didn’t care because I wanted it and, yes, to suck it and I did. And he spoke softly to me and told me that I was a good boy and that I was making him feel good and I wanted to do that very badly. I know now that I wasn’t very good but he kept talking to me and telling me what to do and I wanted to do what he wanted because he was so nice. And he reached down and fondled my ass and I was on fire and humping the seat and sucking his cock and in heaven.

I don’t know how much time had passed but he gently lifted my head away from his cock and told me in his nice soft voice to jerk him off. I couldn’t remember ever wanting to do anything more than I wanted to do that. And he told me what he liked and how to do it and his voice was soft and warm and nice and I wanted desperately to do exactly what he wanted. And he told me that he would tell me when he was going to cum and that he would ask me to do something when he did. And I wanted to do whatever he wanted me to do so very badly and I said I would.

I stroked him and fondled his balls like he told me to do and I loved doing it and he spoke to me in his nice voice and he was really turned on and his cock was so hard and beautiful. And then he told me that he was going to cum and that he wanted me to lean over and put my face right over his cock when he came. And I did and he shot his beautiful hot load in my face. And it was warm and some dripped down on my lips and I tasted it. And it was new and strange and it was ok because it was his cum and he was so nice.

And he told me to sit back and look at him and I did. He said I had done well because I made him cum and that he wanted me to wear his cum to show that I liked him. And I wanted to do whatever he wanted me to because he was so nice and I was so very hot for him. And he told me to lean against the door and stroke myself and I did because he told me to. And then he reached across the seat and pulled me to him and he told me to put my head in his lap. And his cock was not as hard but was still big and it was against my cheek and I was laying on my back. And his hand moved down my chest and abdomen to my cock and he started stroking me and I could feel his cock get hard again against my cheek. And I could smell and taste the cum and he stroked me. And I turned my head and licked his cock and he stroked me. And I took his cock in my mouth again and he stroked me. And it tasted strange and a little salty but it was his and he was so nice to me and I wanted his cock in my mouth.

And I escort mardin rolled over and he played with my ass and I was sucking on his cock because I wanted very desperately to suck it and please him and omigod I was totally fucking lost in him. And I was humping the seat and he finger fucked me and I was going up and down on his cock because he told me to. And he was big and hard and tasted of cum and I knew that because I now knew what cum tasted like and I wanted more. And he spoke softly to me and told me that he liked me and he kept finger fucking me and it felt strange but amazing. And I was sucking his cock and he kept speaking softly to me and his hand was warm and his finger felt good and I could feel his cock get very hard in my mouth. And he told me suck his cock head like a lollypop and lick it underneath and I did because he was so nice and wanted him to like me. And because I loved sucking and tasting his cock. And his body stiffened and he placed his hand gently on the back of my head and he exploded in my mouth. And it was new and strange and hot and salty and I liked it. And he said to me don’t spit it out and don’t swallow it. Hold it in your mouth and look in my eyes. And I wanted to please him and so I did exactly as he told me.

And he handed me a towel, took my face in his hands, looked deeply in my eyes and said to me in exactly these words: “You have done well and now you have a choice. If you spit my cum into the towel you will be just a cocksucker. But if you swallow my cum you will be my special friend ” I looked into his eyes and swallowed.

He had me lay back down with my head in his lap and he reached down and fondled my balls and stroked my cock. And as he stroked me he spoke softly to me and told me that now I was his special friend and I felt so good because I wanted nothing more than to be his friend and do whatever he wanted me to. And he was stroking my cock and I told him that I wanted to be his special friend forever and he smiled down at me and stroked me and spoke softly to me in his nice warm soft voice and I knew that I was going to cum and I begged him to let me. And he said to me that he only let his special friends cum. And I begged him to be my special friend and let me cum. And he asked me if I was going to always be his special friend and I said yes oh yes and he said I am your special friend and he stroked me and I exploded. And I squirted all over my chest and shoulder and he told me I was a very good special friend. And he swiped some of my cum with his finger and put it in my mouth and said to me that now that I have his cum and my own cum inside of me that we are connected forever in a very special way.

He let me lay there for a few minutes because I was trembling. He then lifted my head up, kissed me and told me that everything was alright and that I was a very special friend. He had me take the towel and wipe myself off and get dressed. I was feeling odd and very unsure of myself and not really certain about what had just happened except that he was really nice and I really liked him.

As he drove toward my neighborhood he told me that we would see each other again and that he would always be able to find me. A mile from my home he pulled to the side of the street away from streetlights, pulled me to close to him and kissed me deeply and then whispered in my ear that I was a very special friend. I was really conflicted then because I really liked him but didn’t feel great about what had happened. He pulled away from the curb, drove to the foot of my street and let me out. I never saw him again.

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One More Year Ch. 14

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[Hey]

I’d been expecting a message from Eric for a while, so I’d had time to plan what I wanted to do about it. I didn’t respond, but I did leave it on read. It was a little childish, but he wasn’t exactly above that tactic either. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the whole thing, because I still had mostly good memories of us.

It had only been about two months from meeting him to the breakup, but most of that had been great. And in the weeks since, I’d gone from furious and miserable to kind of okay about the whole thing. No one’s first relationship lasts, and at least Eric had made that quick for me.

Then there was the thing going on with Jamie, which I hadn’t even told Ellie about yet. That complicated things, in ways I couldn’t quite wrap my head around. I didn’t think I was in love with him, or even in danger of going down that path. There were enough signs there to tell me that he didn’t think of it as anything more than casual physical fun between friends, and I’d begun to suspect that’s exactly how I felt about it too.

There was some power in not being the sex-starved, lonely nerd I’d been before, and I probably had Jamie to thank for that. Maybe that – and needing that to deal with Eric being back in the picture – kind of made the whole situation with Jamie seem more appealing. Eric’s message had me confused, a little annoyed, and a little wistful. But one thing I wasn’t feeling was desperation.

I let him stew for almost the entire day, and it felt pretty amazing. Like I’d learned how to respect myself. When I eventually relented, it was mostly out of boredom. Sure, I could ride it out and maybe make him grovel, but I just wasn’t sure how much I cared about that. I had nothing else to do, and I wanted to see what he was going to say.

______________[Hi.]

[Listen, I realise I put you through a lot, and I’ve been feeling awful about it. I’ve been going through some things, which is why I did what I did, but none of it was a good reason for all of that.]

[I’d understand if you never wanted to talk to me again, but if there’s any chance you can tolerate me, even for a bit, I’d like the chance to give you a proper apology and try to explain what happened.]

There didn’t seem to be more than that coming. I let him stew again, keeping myself busy for half an hour tidying up my room. It seemed appropriate to make him wait a bit, and I wanted to see if he’d offer up anything else. When I got back to my phone and saw that he hadn’t, I responded.

______________[In person?]

[Yes.]

That felt like another good point to leave him hanging, but I was already out of things to do. So I typed and erased a few responses – most of them not even real messages. I just wanted it to look like I was typing a paragraph to him and stress him out, if I couldn’t make him wait. I was still feeling a little bit petty, and willing to indulge that impulse. Eventually, I settled on what I knew I was going to send him anyway.

______________[I don’t know. How about a preview?]

[Hahah]

[Okay, yeah, that’s fair]

[Well, Sorry.]

[I fucked up – I did a stupid thing, and then I did a worse thing, and the whole time I should have been more considerate of your feelings.]

[I’m messed up inside, and I shouldn’t have let it spill out to hurt you.]

I let out a deep breath. I hadn’t been quite prepared for him to say something like that. It’s not like he’d ever been really honest or introspective, so hearing it now was oddly comforting. I was almost expecting him to brush the whole thing off, as if it had never happened. When he didn’t, it made me miss him quite intensely, if only for a second.

______________[Wow.]

______________[Good preview.]

[Yeah?]

[Can I see you?]

______________[Okay.]

[When are you free?]

With prelims approaching, I’d actually started marking my calendar with what I was doing each day. Louis and Angela’s influence, I guess. We were planning regular study groups, here at my house, so I’d had to make sure I could keep track of all of them. Nothing derails me more than people unexpectedly showing up at my door. My week actually was mostly booked – either AP maths classes or study group meetings on the days between. It was only Saturday afternoon though, and I didn’t have anything planned tomorrow, but I wanted to test a theory.

______________[Next Friday only, I guess. Or maybe tonight.]

[Wow, okay]

[I could do tonight]

I don’t know if it told me much that he wasn’t doing something on a Saturday. Half his friends weren’t talking to him, and school was starting to get more serious as we approached prelims – even for the North Grove kids. But it was at least a little gratifying. A moment of panic flared in me – it occurred to me that I’d need to look good. I messaged Ellie.

______________[What are you doing?]

[Unfortunately nothing]

[Don’t tell anyone]

[I have a reputation to maintain]

______________[I have a need-to-look-nice emergency.]

______________[Can mersin escort you come over?]

[Sure!]

[What, like a date?]

______________[Not exactly. I’ll explain when you get here.]

I messaged Eric.

______________[Okay.]

______________[Vecchio? At like 7?]

[Sure]

[See you there]

That gave me just over an hour to get ready. Ellie showed up after a few minutes, and I explained the situation to her. She wasn’t happy, but she reluctantly agreed that I’d need to look good if I was seeing him again – even if she really disapproved of it in the first place.

“Why are you even doing this?” She flicked through my shirts with a frown on her face.

“Why not?” I asked.

“Because he’s a bastard.”

“He’s not a bastard, he’s just got stuff going on.” I shrugged, and tugged a shirt from the rail. “Besides, I’m not just automatically going to take him back. I just want to hear what he has to say.”

“I suppose.” She sighed. “Not that one. You need to wear something more casual. You can’t make it look like you tried to dress up.”

“Okay, thanks.” I put it back, and she moved over to the folded clothing on my shelves.

“What if he wants to get back together?”

“I’ll probably say no.” I shrugged.

“Probably?”

“I don’t know. In theory, yeah.” I scratched my chin. “But I also never wanted to start dating this year at all, and look how that worked out.”

“Yeah.” She looked worried. “Just be careful, okay. Don’t go running back to him just because he smiles and says everything is good now.”

“I’ll definitely try.” I sighed. “I do have to do this though. I feel like I need to.”

“Yeah, I know.” She shook her head slowly. “Go shower, I’ll pick something out.”

“Thanks.”

Once I got out, I put on the clothes that she’d set out for me and let her start working on my hair. She was in no mood to be sentimental, but I, at least, was really glad I had Elllie for stuff like this. She’d fussed a bit over my styling, and a lot over my emotional state. Then she’d headed home, and I was ready to face Eric. On the surface, anyway.

***

“You look good,” he said as I sat down at the table on Vecchio’s balcony. He’d chosen a much more private spot than one we’d been at in the cafe for the breakup. I guess I could give him points for that, at least. I could probably safely yell at him now, if I wanted to.

“Thanks.” I wasn’t about to tell him that I thought he looked good too. He’d had a haircut, so it was much shorter than it had been last time I saw him, and I kind of liked it. We sat there for a few seconds without saying anything, the distant crash of the waves the only thing breaking the silence.

He tapped his fingers on the table. “I didn’t know if I should order you something, so I just got you a hot chocolate. Is that okay? Are you going to stay for dinner?”

“I’ve already eaten. The hot chocolate is fine.”

“Okay,” he said quickly. “Awesome.”

More silence. For once, I didn’t feel like I had to be the uncomfortable one. He was being fidgety enough for both of us. That type of thing would usually have freaked me out, but I sort of wanted him to be uneasy around me. It felt appropriate.

He sighed. “Sorry, I don’t really know where to start.”

“I have time.” I shrugged.

“You don’t seem mad.”

I thought about that for a second. “I’m not. I’m bad at holding grudges.”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “I guess you are.”

“But we’ll see how this goes before I rule it out.”

“Hah. Fair.” He chuckled.

My hot chocolate arrived, and after the waiter left, he looked at me intensely, but didn’t say anything.

“Yes?” I asked.

“I’ve got quite a lot to say.”

“Good.”

“But you kind of need to rein yourself in.”

“What?” I laughed.

“You like to make… comments. Jokes.” He grinned ruefully. “It’ll make it hard for me to keep going.”

“But sometimes something funny pops into my head and it’s hard to keep quiet.” I took a deep breath, and stared at him expectantly. “Okay, fine. I’ll try to be serious.”

“I don’t really know where to start.”

I smiled slightly. “When I was a young boy… dot dot dot.”

He laughed. “Okay, fine. When I was a young boy, I felt different. Probably not the way you’re thinking. I think it was because my first exposure to other people, that I can remember, was as a kid at church. My mom and I always sat in the front row, and when my dad was done speaking – oh, and that was another thing, he was also the only dad who went up to the front to speak. But anyway, when he finished, we would always stand next to him while everyone came up to talk to us. I didn’t feel important or anything, but I knew we weren’t quite like the rest of the families.

“I don’t know where I’m going with that, actually. But I probably should be talking about my dad. I really used to think he was a weird guy when I was little. I guess I do now, too. Maybe. But back then he was always confusing mersin escort bayan me. I never quite got why he reacted to stuff the way he did. I remember when I put on my mom’s big, floppy sun-hat, he laughed. But when he saw me walking around in her high heels, he got mad. They were both her things, so I had no idea what was making him freak out about it. Don’t say it – I know what it means now, obviously.

“But yeah, there was always stuff like that. It’s why I’ve always been closer to my mom. I used to think he hated me, or something. Eventually, I realised he’s like that with everyone. He’d be really sweet with mom whenever we were around church people, but whenever we got home it was like this wall of silence dropped. Like being nice was his job. I guess it was. Is.”

He took a deep breath. “So… the divorce sucked. You always tried to get me to talk about it more, but I never really wanted to dwell. But yeah. My dad kind of went crazy – which was pretty much the least surprising thing in the world. And yeah, I hate to whine, because it was my mom who went through the worst of it. But my life fell apart, in a massive way. I got moved away from Vince, and Jess and Mel. Yeah, her and I were much closer back then.

“Anyway, it was pretty lonely. I didn’t have a lot of friends at church, really – Jess and I just hung out most of the time. My mom also didn’t want to keep sending me to my dad’s camps – she was kind of worried he’d kidnap me. But I fought her on that – I guess I thought I’d get a pat on the back from him for coming. That didn’t really work out. After the divorce, he barely even kept going to them. He’d passed on the leadership to some other guy, and that guy’s son…”

I nodded. “Was this the one that you traded handjobs with?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, and grinned. “Yup. And then the next year’s camp was the one where I met my first boyfriend. Ian. The guy who lived in the same building as us, back in Avalon.”

“Right. You realise this is terrible PR for church camp.” I smirked.

He laughed. “Yeah, I know. Shut up. I’m not going to thrill you with tales of gay hookups, so wipe that smug look off your face.” He shook his head and grinned. “The point is, the church camps were my way of trying to reach out to my dad, and that stuff happened after he ignored me. I don’t know if it was why I did it – but it definitely felt like I was rebelling.

“So yeah. But then my mom got remarried, and we moved back out this way. It had been over two years, and I hadn’t seen the rest of the guys – and I was trying to cling to Ian, which turned out to be just as impossible as holding onto my friends had been. But by the time the next camp rolled around, Jess was there. Which was amazing – I had her back.

“And things with Ian had finally died out, so I was… I don’t know. I felt like I needed something. And Jess had gotten surprisingly hot. You didn’t know her as a kid, but man… those two years we were apart, she’d- Ah, sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t mention Jess.”

I shrugged. When he’d mentioned her name, I’d pictured the way she’d looked at me in the grocery store, and that had probably shown on my face. I did my best to shake off the thought. “No, it’s okay. I’m fine. Really. I mean, she’s been a big part of your life.”

“Yeah. So I think I told you about most of that – her and I ended up dating. But then I told her about Ian, and the guy before him and… She was fine, I guess. She freaked out a bit, but then sort of ended things with me in a good way. We stayed friends, and she brought me back into the fold with the rest of them.

“But then Louis… Well, you know what he’s like. So stable and together. He immediately noticed something was weird between me and Jess, and he didn’t push, but he let me know I could talk to him. Something was weird between him and John then too – so Lou and I kind of ended up hanging out together more anyway. One day, I eventually told him the whole story, and he came out to me. I’m guessing he’s told you about most of this.”

“Yeah, we’ve talked about it.”

“Well, yeah. Knowing Louis, he probably didn’t tell you that Jess freaked out when she found out the two of us were doing stuff. Which – by the way – wasn’t much. We only kissed and jerked off together once.”

I crossed my arms, feeling slightly annoyed for a reason I couldn’t quite pin down. “Is this important to the story?”

“No. I just don’t want you worrying that I have another ex lying around to make you nervous.”

“Yeah, I think I can trust Louis not to do anything like that, at least.”

“Ouch.”

I just shrugged.

He sighed. “Yeah, that’s probably fair. Sorry. Anyway, Jess freaked out and told my dad.”

“Fuck. Seriously?”

“Yeah. And… this is probably the most fucked up thing, but when my dad stormed back into town, full of God’s wrath and a newly-found desire to be a parent, I was kind of happy.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah, so I blocked Louis out of my life – really harshly, escort mersin actually. And I tried to live up to my dad’s expectations. But basically the second I was back on the straight and narrow, he upped and disappeared again. Job done. Son fixed.” He looked down, and inhaled deeply.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “It was kind of my fault anyway. And kind of Jess’s, but she apologised, and we got over it and started hanging out again. I thought I could pick up where I’d left off with Louis – but he wasn’t interested. He kind of got as mad as I’d ever seen him. Which was entirely fair. I’d treated him like shit. But John fucking punched me, and Mel was… hostile.”

“I’m familiar.” I grinned.

He let out a bark of laughter. “But yeah. We all made our peace, eventually. It was pretty clear Louis wasn’t pining for me, and Jess got a boyfriend, so I just tried to be happy with being single. But then I met someone new.”

“Me?”

He smiled broadly – and maybe a little sadly. “Yeah. You.”

“And then it all went to shit.”

He winced. “We had some good times first though, right?”

I shrugged and grinned. “They weren’t terrible.”

“Gee, thanks. But yeah, I don’t blame you for thinking I fucked things up. So you know the rest, except…” He paused, looking up at me.

“Except what?”

“I, uh…” He cleared his throat. “I… I think Jess told my dad again. He came down on me like a tonne of bricks, telling me I needed to ‘get on a more righteous path’ or something like that. I promise you I wanted to ignore him. I was going to. He even recruited this horde of guys my age to try and encourage me to be a bit… Ugh. I don’t know. ‘More Christian’, I guess.

“But I wasn’t feeling great about it, and I was just trying to ignore them and get out of there and back to you as quickly as possible. But then you were a bit… I don’t know. You made me mad. So I stayed, got drunk, and I don’t know what is was about what they said, but I went home ready to break up with you.”

“So you’re saying it’s my fault, for fighting with you?” I pursed my lips.

“What? No, Jay. No. I… Listen, I think it was more that I felt like I was being a shitty person in your life, and you deserved better than me. So I could let you get on to better things, and I could try and live the way my dad wanted me to.”

I scoffed, feeling a slight welling up of rage in the pit of my stomach. “That’s so fucking condescending.”

“I’m sorry.”

“So you want to be back in my life now, though?”

“Yeah. In whatever way you’ll have me.”

I turned my head away. “And do you think you’re a less shitty person now, or do you just think I deserve worse?”

He sighed. “The first one, obviously. Or… I’m trying, anyway.”

“Okay.” I shrugged.

“You’re still mad.”

“That’s fair, right?” It had come upon me as a bit of a surprise. But I was almost happy that I was at least feeling something.

He nodded sadly. “Yeah. Listen, I get it. After that thing happened with Jess, I was an idiot. And then I was an asshole to you after I got back from camp. So when I took you to that coffee place-“

“Because you didn’t want me to make a scene.”

He frowned. “That wasn’t what it was about at all.”

“Didn’t feel that way.”

“Jay… Hell. If I’d been alone in a room with you, there was no way I was going to be able to resist you.”

“Oh.” That sort of hit me. I’d almost forgotten the way we’d been around each other physically. He’d always seemed – for whatever reason – to struggle to control himself around me, as much as I did around him.

“Yeah.” He shook his head. “Anyway, I thought it was this big, noble gesture of letting you go. But it was just me hurting you more, after weeks of already hurting you. And I’m really sorry I did that.”

“Right,” I said. “Thank you.”

“Are there other things you’re still mad about?”

“I guess.” I leaned back in my chair, and tapped my fingers on the table, staring at him. “I’m still a little annoyed about the Jess thing.”

“Oh, yeah.” He nodded. “That. I’m sorry, you were right. I mean, you would have been right just on principle, even if it was a misunderstanding. But she definitely… I don’t know. Jess is not a very good person. I won’t be seeing her ever again.”

I didn’t know what to say to that. It almost felt like I should have mentioned seeing her over the holidays – and the way she’d reacted. And I wanted to remind him that what they’d done had taken two people, and the way he’d reacted had been almost worse than the fact she’d kissed him. But him writing off his best friend was a big step – even if she had done something really shitty – and I wasn’t really in the mood to defend Jess, of all people. So I let it drop.

“So what do you think?” he asked, after a few minutes of silence.

“Eric…” I began, but didn’t really know what to say.

“I’m not trying to force forgiveness out of you, or try and make you be my friend, or… anything. I just want to know what you want.”

“I don’t want to get back together.” I forced myself to continue despite the hurt look on his face. “Not right now, and maybe not ever. Sorry.”

“No, that’s fine. And fair.” He nodded. “I get it.”

“I think I can be your friend, though.”

“Thanks.” He smiled. “That means a lot.”

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The Island of Wonder Pt. 12

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Author’s Note:

This is the final part of this story. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it. As always, all persons are 18+ in any sexual situations. Please enjoy the finale!

Three Months Later

It was definitely a strange transition moving from working in a corporate office to public office. Suddenly, I had responsibilities and everything I did was visible. It was unsettling to say the least.

The swearing-in ceremony went well, the new governor swearing me in with my wives standing close behind. All the family showed up, of course and cheered me on. Michael was gracious enough to put me on leave of absence in case I wanted to come back and even detached Mindy to join me. Mindy, having become seemingly devoted to me, eagerly agreed and got accustomed to it all quicker than me.

At first, I eschewed the companies and heavy hitters and took more meetings with small groups and some of the “less fortunate”. (I say that though no one on the island could be called classically poor.) I tried to listen and learn as much as I could, what people wanted, needed, and thought would help others.

In council meetings, I started off listening, only voicing my opinion with my vote. I quickly found that with the makeup of the council, that I was actually a swing vote. I seemed to be right in the middle ideologically between the liberal and the conservative views of the island. All this meant was that more and more people wanted to court me.

Quite frankly, I didn’t like the attention, but I felt protective of my constituents who felt they had no voice and they heartily approved of what I was doing. My family, to the surprise of many, kept their opinions to themselves. They would offer thoughts, but no one ever tried to influence me or push me in any direction.

After a few months, I grew more comfortable in my role, voicing my thoughts a bit more and finding that I was actually swaying the council in some cases. The governor couldn’t have been happier with me, continuing to say I was exactly what the island needed. I also fucked her a couple of times, to the delight of my wives who wanted every detail.

I came home one day from my office, having just negotiated a new deal to provide more help to the farming communities on the island. I actually felt pretty good about myself as I got home. To my surprise, no one else was back yet, Kyra being the only one to greet me.

“Welcome home, sir!” she greeted me warmly as she fondled my cock and took my briefcase.

“Thanks, Kyra,” I said to her. “Guess I’m the first one home.”

“Mister and Missus Archer along with Miss Angela and Mister Manny will all be engaged for the evening elsewhere,” she said getting my bag sorted and having Layla get me a drink. I asked with what as no one had said anything to me that morning and she was very vague, to say the least. I then asked where Lila and Sara were.

“Oh, they should be home soon. Layla is preparing dinner for all of you and should be ready soon after they all get here. Why don’t you head out to the patio, and I’ll bring you a drink?”

I agreed and went outside, stopping to say hi to Layla and give her pussy slide. I noticed that the table was set for three, elegantly adorned. Almost as soon as my naked butt hit one of the outside chairs, Kyra popped up with a scotch and water, smiling at me as she handed me the drink.

“Thanks,” I said, taking a sip.

“Just let me know if you need anything.” With that, she went back into the house. I just sipped and looked out over the yard and the horizon to the ocean. It’d taken me a while, but I truly did feel at home here now. I let my body completely relax, maybe even drifting off for a brief nap, when I felt someone tapping my foot.

I opened my eyes and saw my wives smiling at me. They looked decked out. Obviously they were naked, but it looked like they were lotioned and freshly made up. I also smelled a hint of perfume.

“You two look fancy,” I said with a smile, thinking about what a lucky bastard I was.

“What’s wrong with wives looking good for their husband?” Lila said with a smirk, Sara joining her expression.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“What makes you think something is up?” Sara asked in an innocent tone.

“Cause no one else is home and you both look amazing,” I replied.

“Don’t we always?” Sara asked, subtly rubbing her sister/wife’s heavy breast.

“Fair point,” I acknowledged.

“Dinner’s ready, everybody!” Layla announced. The girls each took one of my hands and led me to the table. Layla laid out a glorious steak dinner with crispy potatoes for us. I was practically salivating at the display. Layla poured the wine and found that it was also my favorite. I took a bite and noticed both girls were watching me eat.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Whatever do you mean, husband?” Lila said with innocence and sex rolled into one. I just glare at them until one starts talking.

“Ok, fine, we wanna ask you something,” istanbul escort Sara said, giving up the ghost. I indicated for them to proceed.

“Sara and I think it’s time to add to our little family,” Lila said.

“How do you mean?” I asked, not catching what they meant.

“We wanna take this,” Sara said, holding up two vials, having no clue where they came from and sat on the table, “and we want you to be on board with it.”

I looked at one of the vials and saw the writing on the side. Once I saw it, I looked up in shock.

“You…you…”

“We want off birth control,” Lila said. On the island, once a girl is of appropriate age, they are given a drug which ends their menstruation cycles without harm. The vials I held in my hand were the antidote.

“Babe, we want your children,” Sara said taking my hand in hers. “We always have, and we wanted to know if you are ready.”

I’d always wanted kids, but I honestly hadn’t thought about it for a while, with all the other craziness I’d experienced since I’d been there. Lila spoke up.

“Just so you fully know what this all means, we take the vials and within an hour, our bodies will be able to conceive,” she explained. “This has positive and negative effects for you.”

“How’s that?”

“Well,” Sara said with a smile. “It means we’ll have to do a lot more fucking than we normally do. For us, it means we’ll have sex with no other man until you impregnate us, not even Manny or Dad. For you, it means you can’t cum in anyone else except for us so we can get as dosed in your baby batter as possible.”

I started thinking in my head at the logic of what they’d said and realized they were right. I than remembered that the parents weren’t home.

“How do Mom and Dad feel about this?” I asked, now having gotten comfortable enough with Michael and Noni to call them that. Michael was happy I saw him as a father, while Noni had taken to screaming out for me to ‘fuck your mother’ whenever we had sex.

“They couldn’t be more excited,” Lila said enthusiastically.

“Mom hopes we both get knocked up at the same time,” Sara said.

“Wow,” was all that came out of me. I retreated into my own brain about the now possibilities of having kids on this island and the ramifications it would bring.

“So?” Lila asked, taking my hand now. “What do you say?”

I looked at both of them and saw the want in their eyes. Not just for sex, that was always there, but this was combined with hope. I hadn’t seen this since the night they asked me to marry Sara. I’d always tried to make my wives happy, and they were offering to carry my children. How could I refuse?

“Well, I guess if you’re both ready…” was all I could get out before both women grabbed the vials and slammed down the contents in one swift motion.

“We’re ready,” Lila said with a grin.

“If you knock me up, I’ll finally have tits to rival the rest of the family,” Sara said, lifting up her C-cups.

“Nope, cause my tits are gonna get bigger and be even more amazing,” Lila countered friendly.

“You mean saggy,” Sara countered sticking her tongue out.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea,” I mumble out at the two of them picking on each other. They both stopped and gave me a very clear look of not to screw with them right now. “Kidding,” I said as I got back into my food.

All the while through dinner, the girls were chattering excitedly, already talking about where the nursery was going to go, who would be the Godparent, and how much they would look like me. I wisely kept my mouth shut throughout all this.

After dinner the girls insisted on coffee and dessert to celebrate their taking the vials. Layla had whipped up a Jell-o cake that was light and fruity. The girls were going back and forth feeding each other and me, managing to get the frosting on various body parts that needed to be cleaned.

Kyra than brought out a bottle of champagne and Lila suggested we all go for a soak in the hot tub. It sounded good to me and soon I was allowing the jets, the champagne, and the naked women take care of all my stress and ills. I’d invited Kyra to join us in the spa, but she declined seeing that the girls wanted some private time with me.

It wasn’t long from when Kyra went up the path that the women started moving their hands around me.

“It’s been an hour…” Lila said slowly.

“Ready to make our family?” Sara asked softly. Without taking my answer into account, Lila started stroking my cock under the water and Sara started making out with me. I met her kisses with eagerness and started palming one of her breasts. I used my other hand to slide down Lila’s body and reached her slit.

Lila wriggled and groaned under my touch while Sara was still the one who had the dominant amount of my attention at the time with her tongue down my throat and her tit in my hand. She continued stroking me, whispering things into my ear to try and jump start the process.

“We istanbul escort bayan need you hard, my love,” Sara whispered into my ear. “We need you shoot your love into us and make us true women.”

Now this was something Sara was a master at. As much in the early days of our relationship, Lila was the best at dirty/arousing talk in the world, her sister proved to be a more than able challenger for the title. Just a few words from her could get my dick like steel, even if I’d just came. Today was no exception. I was soon rock hard in Sara’s hand while Sara looked at Lila with a smile.

“We decided you should try and knock me up first,” Lila said climbing on top of me. With the precision of a sniper, Lila slid right down onto my cock, allowing me to feel the familiar and amazing confines of her pussy. She smiled at me as she started rocking slowly on me while we made out.

Now keep in mind, I’d never used a condom when it came to my wife, ever. But now, somehow still felt different. Like my cock knew she was completely unprotected now and that my seed would soon be searching for its willing counterparts.

“I’ll never get tired of your cock,” she declared sweetly. She than started riding me with ferocity, making it clear to me this wasn’t about her pleasure or her cumming. This was about getting me to blow as quickly as possible for her. I gripped her ass and started thrusting up into her as fast and hard as I could, Lila moaning in appreciation.

While Lila may not have been focused on her own pleasure, Sara was and dropped a digit in her ass to help with Lila’s stimulation. This had the effect of sending Lila into a frenzy which made her filthy mouth fly.

“Fuck my cunt!” she screamed toward the heavens. “Fuck my slutty cunt and shoot your love into me!” Lila always knew how to get my loins burning and this night was no exception. Within seconds, I started shooting rope after rope of cum into my wife’s fertile womb. Her orgasm coincided with mine and quickly moved out of the spa and onto the side, her legs in the air, trying to hold as much of my cum in her as she could.

Lila than nodded to her sister, letting her know it was her turn. Sara came up to me and whispered in my ear.

“Look, I know I’ll always be wife number two in your mind,” she said with sadness in her voice, “but know this. I love you with all my heart and I want nothing more than to carry our child.”

My heart hurt at that. While Lila would always have the dominant place in my heart, I did love Sara deeply. I was about to say as much when she put her finger to my lips.

“My love, I already know exactly what you’re going to say,” she said softly. “I have no doubt that you love me and want me to feel loved. I only said that, so you’d know I understand. I don’t feel hurt or slighted. I know how much you and Lila love me and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world to be married to you both,” she said while she was kissing my neck. “Now, my husband,” she said while starting to stroke my cock, “I need your cum.”

She started kissing me hard so I couldn’t respond to her, and she kept stroking my cock. I got a hand free and started toying with her pussy and asshole, knowing how much Sara loved anal play. She started moaning as she started to kiss my neck.

“I love when you play with my holes,” Sara said softly. “I can’t wait to have your cock deep in me again.”

“I love you so much, Sara,” I said with all the emotion I could. I could see Lila still on the side, cupping her pussy still and smiling, having heard what I told Sara.

“I know, my love,” Sara said softly. “Now I want my husband inside me.” I was now back to full strength and Sara got on top of me, mirroring Lila a few minutes earlier. She sunk onto my cock and began kissing me. She was going slow, rare for her as she normally like quick, hard fucking. This was love making and she wanted to feel every stroke.

I cupped her buttocks with my hands and bent over to take a breast into my mouth. She was moaning and loved all the sensations she was getting.

“I love it when you suck my tits,” she moaned out softly. “Suck them. Let me know what I’m gonna feel a year from now when our baby is feeding on me.”

I plunged as deep as possible into her after she said that and she grinded on me trying to get me off.

“Cum, babe,” she said almost pleading with me, “shoot your load right into my womb and make our baby.”

That did it. I shot an impressive load into her as she collapsed on top of me for a second. Then she immediately got up and took a position similar to her sister. They smiled and made out with each other while I used the warm water of the spa to rejuvenate.

“I can feel your load heading toward my eggs,” Lila said.

“Mmm, same,” Sara said, than looking up at me, “ready, daddy?”

Strange as it was, that may have been the first moment that I realized I might be a father soon. Would I be a good one? Would escort istanbul I be supportive? How would I react when my own child started acting like everyone else on the island? I stared into the heavens for a while on that.

Over the next few weeks, those two drained me at every opportunity. Any cum I had went to them. Others were allowed to fuck me for sure, but the cum always had to be in one of them. On their side, sure the men in the house would use the girls’ mouths and asses, but no vaginal penetration at all. I figured in the course of those few weeks; I must’ve poured buckets of cum into both women.

I came home one night about two months after they’d taken the vials and I noticed everyone in the house standing in the living room, most with champagne in their hands except for my wives. They all had big smiles on their faces

“What’s up?” I asked anyone willing to answer. Sara and Lila looked at each other and smiled before giving a count.

“We’re pregnant!” the screamed out together, with the rest of the family cheering in.

“Both of you?” I asked, getting two very vigorous nods.

“Five weeks,” Lila said pointing at herself, “Four weeks,” she said pointing to Sara.

“Wow,” I said thinking that was way early to know anything, but apparently they’d been taking tests regularly.

“Congratulations!” Michael said wrapping me in a hug, with the rest of the family following suit.

“Way to go, bro!” Manny said slapping me on the back. “Now I can fuck my sisters again!”

I rolled my eyes at Manny’s response, but Michael echoed them.

“True,” he said thoughtfully, “I’ve missed my daughters.”

“Well how about Lila and I make it up to you both,” Sara said taking her father by the hand. Lila did the same to Manny and they were both soon bent over the couch. Both men were soon balls deep in my pregnant wives. While any “normal” person would’ve been pissed beyond belief, I had a different reaction after all this time on the island.

I smiled.

At the same time and without me noticing, Angela dropped to her knees and started sucking my cock while Noni started licking my asshole.

It was a long night.

Epilogue-Many Years Later

It was finally the day. The day I’d feared and contemplated. It’d been a long time coming but it was finally here. I was in our bedroom trying to get my head right while thinking back on my life here on Alohana.

After a few years on the council, they elected me Governor after Lisa wanted to step down. I had asked that the council put in term limits after what happened with Pani, but the council wanted no part of it, and I continue to serve in that role today. The island has prospered and grown in that time, crime was virtually non-existent, corruption gone. I moved quickly and decisively and if Mandy was to be believed, I had very high approval ratings all across the board.

My brother-in-law and slapped me on the back, prematurely greying in his hair and moustache.

“Big day, bro,” he said cheerfully, “are you ready?” Manny took a couple of years to mature, which he never did fully. He started a string of small businesses on the island that failed, but finally was able to buy into Heaven which made him very successful. What surprised me more is when he married Monique. They truly loved each other deeply, but I also think she loved having unlimited access to me and the girls. They had two sons that were spitting images of their mother and Manny proved to be a very loving husband and father.

“This will be the most special day of their lives,” Michael added, entering the room. Even at his age, he hardly looked older than 45, still strong and vibrant as ever. He’d retired by now, turning the company over to Lila, who’d flourished in her new role. He and Noni spent their days relaxing and doting over all their grandchildren.

“I hope so,” I managed to crackle out.

“Come on, son,” he said with a nod.

We proceeded downstairs where all the windows were open, and light permeated the entire living room. There I saw Noni smiling at me with Angela next to her. Angela eventually married a girl named Katy who was such a good fit for her. Katy was next to her wife and smiling in glee. The opposite of Angela, she was thin and toned, even after having three children. To this day, we aren’t sure who the father of any of them were, me, Manny or Michael, but they raised them beautifully and couldn’t be a happier family.

I saw two women on two raised platforms/beds. My wives were both between their legs, munching away on them. Sara, Lila, and I were still very much in love and happy together. Sara was virtually Lila’s number two in the company and the two worked as a true team, to the pride of her parents. They were working as a team now as they stood up, kissed each other and smiled at me.

They both gave birth on the same day, which I couldn’t believe. Sara started labor early in the morning and Lila followed that night. Two of the most beautiful little girls you’d ever seen. The same two that were now in front of me on the platform, all grown up. My soul was heavy, but for some reason, my dick was hard.

“Are you ready?” Lila asked me, filled with the same look of love for me she’d had all those years ago.

“I am.”

THE END

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Tying the Knot Ch. 03

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Eventually, Alex’s afterglow faded and he’d collected enough of himself to look at his smaller partner.

Mike had fallen asleep, cuddled into his werewolf partner’s fur. Alex chuckled and tried to nudge him off so he could take a shower and get the day started. Mike groaned and rolled into Alex, staying close to the protective warmth.

“Alright, come on, you can sleep underneath the covers.” Alex murmured, trying to pick Mike up, then twitching from the sudden bolt of pleasure that shot out from the base of his new knot. “Fuck… we’re going to be stuck together for a while aren’t we?” He muttered to the unresponsive human. Mike smiled in his sleep.

Alright, that’s cute, but I actually need to get stuff done. Alex thought, and glanced over at his alarm clock. “Fuck!” He barked, and carefully picked Mike up as he twisted out of bed.

“What?” Mike murmured, his warm cocoon of fur suddenly disturbed.

“I need to go to work!” Alex said, his deep rumble, sending vibrations all through Mike’s everything, causing him to moan.

“Oh, fuck, I feel so full.” Mike said, running his hands over his stomach. “Wait, you’re trying to go to work like this?” Mike asked, moving his hands to Alex’s defined abs, his massive pecs, his pants busting ass, his pet-able tail…

Alex groaned, and the both of them felt his cock harden inside Mike.

“I work remotely. As long as I don’t speak and get some work done, it shouldn’t be too bad.” Alex said, reassuring himself.

“Why not call in sick?” Mike asked.

Alex groaned. “I used up too many sick days trying to get used to… everything.” He said, hovering in front of the refrigerator, tiny bowl in one hand, Mike’s torso in the another, looking from one to the other, morning routine ruined.

“I think you can let go of me.” Mike said, wrapping his arms and legs around Alex, enjoying his smoky musk. Alex nodded gratefully, and carefully let go, ready to grab him again.

Mike sank down a few inches, his ass resting flush against Alex’s sheath, moaning as the shifting pressure milked a few drops of cloudy liquid from his cock.

Alex, meanwhile was getting a bowl of cereal and some fruit. “You want anything?”

Mike shook his head, still shuttering from the sensations, and Alex downed the cereal in one. He looked at the empty bowl, annoyed, and grabbed a box of protein bars, before heading to his computer and turning it on. The chair was shoved against the wall, and Alex sat down, adjusting to the feeling of his balls laying on the polished concrete floor, while Mike started grinding.

“Ohhh, fuck.” Alex groaned, feeling his cock spurt.

“Oh, Alex, there you are.” A voice said from the computer’s speaker system. “We’re trying to go over the algorithm that was proposed yesterday. You said you’d spend some time last night looking it over?”

Alex looked down at Mike helplessly. Mike grinned, then flexed, applying more pressure around Alex’s knot, mouth clamped tight over a moan.

“Well, I haven’t mapped out all possibilities, but it looks like the worst case might be unacceptably slow.” Alex rumbled into his mic, then muted it, whining as Mike started running his hands over Alex’s cut chest and abs.

“Alex, did you adjust your audio output settings? Your treble seems a bit high.” One of the other people on the call said.

“Oh, sorry, there was an update that failed and the re-instillation wiped my settings.” Alex said, eyes wide at Mike, who couldn’t stop grinning. This was going to be a fun morning.

Most of an hour later, the meeting finally finished and Alex muted his audio for the last time. He was wild eyed, staring at Mike like he was a hunk of meat, his claws opening and closing as his painfully swollen balls pumped in their sack.

“Come on, alpha, do something.” Mike teased, tilting his hips against Alex, grinding into his sheath, provoking him yet again. Alex growled, vibrating Mike’s entire body, and lurched to the bedroom. He shoved his smaller mate against the mattress and started thrusting, his steady growl of pent up lust punctuated with irritation as Mike’s ass held fast.

Mike was in heaven, the thick knot stretching him and straining against his tight hole. He moaned in time with the thrusts, already feeling pressure build up as his pelvic floor started to rhythmically pulse against the massive invader, urging him towards orgasm.

Alex started to pick up speed and strength, pulling hard against Mike’s ass, trying to force it over the knot, so he could get more than a few inches of movement. He was stuck fast, the remnants of his humanity slowly sinking beneath the need to breed.

Mike gasped, moaning as a thin stream of white liquid dribbled out of his flaccid cock, and his ass relaxed marginally. That was fucking amazing, and Alex was just pushing him towards the next orgasm. Barely a few thrusts later, and Mike’s ass went wild again, trying to milk the invader as more thin bitch juice was squeezed kastamonu escort from Mike’s cock. And still Alex was going, his cock unsatisfied, his balls full and needy. Mike relaxed as his werewolf boyfriend kept thrusting him towards and through mindshattering orgasm after mindshattering orgasm.

“Ok, that’s starting to hurt.” Mike said, his ass becoming overstimulated after the fourth or fifth blast of watery jizz coated his own chest. The thrusting continued, maybe even became a bit more intense. “Hey, Alex! Give me a moment!”

Alex growled, his eyes devoid of human intelligence.

“Erm,” *gulp* “Alex?”

Alex’s massive claws wrapped around Mike’s chest, and his feet planted solidly, his massive furry body tense and aching. His lips drew back from his teeth, in something that was anything but a smile.

“Oh, sh-” Alex fucked Mike for real. His entire body went into it, reducing his smaller mate to the edge of consciousness from the brutal thrusting, his cock almost pumping a constant flow of watery jizz, splashing off his chest and onto the ruined bed.

Mike felt his ass slowly open up to the massive knot, easily larger than both his fists put together, the strain sending strange flashes of pleasure and pain radiating from his abused hole. Still, it slowly spread with each pull. Thrust after thrust, his ass spread, until-

Alex ripped his knot out of Mike’s gaping anus, cum flowing onto the bed, as Mike slumped onto the bed, the massive dick keeping him upright now gone. Mike slowly raised his head, watching Alex stroke himself, his two claws nowhere near encircling the whole of his wolfhood. He was utterly exhausted, covered in his own juices, his ass on fire, and Alex looking at him with a very predatory gleam in his eye. Alex stopped jacking off, and grabbed Mike again, flipping him over and leaving his ass over the edge of the bed.

The thick pointed cockhead easily slipped into Mike’s gaping ass, and Mike moaned as he felt pressure again, coaxing a few more drops, before feeling the pressure of Alex’s still hard knot pushing at the edges. Alex thrust again, and Mike’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in a soundless cry as the hardened knot was forced through. Then out, then back through.

Slowly, painfully, Mike started to adjust to the nearly head sized knot being shoved inside him, to the slap of Alex’s cub makers against his thighs, and he started to drown in the musk of his strong, capable, powerful mate. Mike’s cock started to harden up, he started to be able to thrust back, enjoying the sheer power and sensation the werewolf could send through him, as Alex sped up, his thrusts becoming ragged and inconsistent, heading towards orgasm. He started huffing in time with his thrusts and, finally, gave a muted roar, shoving himself entirely inside Mike, trying to knot him again. His cock swelled as it pulsed, spraying Mike’s insides with more werewolf cum, sending Mike over the edge, his worn out cock and balls dripping cum in sympathy.

Alex stood there for a few moments, arms braced against the bed, then pulled back slowly. His rehardened knot pressed against Mike, who bore down on it. After a few moments of pressing, Mike was free! And a torrent of jizz ran from his ass and onto the ground.

Alex stood there for a few seconds, panting, eyes looking at what he had done to his mate, before he shook his head and realized what that meant.

“Holy fuck man, are you ok? Shit, I’ll go get some ice.” Alex said, hurrying to his kitchen and making an ice pack. Mike slowly slid to the ground, winced as he landed on his ass, and rolled over, keeping his butt in the air, feeling the AC in places it had never gone before. Alex hurried back in, and gently picked Mike up, bringing him over to the bath, pressing the ice pack against his inflamed and exhausted muscles. Singularly focused, Mike was a bit sad that Alex’s cock was retreating inside his sheath, though that looked like it would be fun to play with later. He relaxed into the bath, mind and muscles untensing.

Mike lay there, mostly floating in the warm water as Alex took care of him. It was… nice. Alex carefully cleaned up his smaller mate, wincing at the bruises, moaning at a few scratches and rug burns, and apologizing profusely at Mike’s destroyed rectum. Mike lay there in the best afterglow he’d felt in years. Well, the best he hadn’t passed out for.

“I’m so so sorry, it’ll never happen again.” Alex said for the umpteenth time.

“No. I shouldn’t have teased you during work, especially when you asked me not to. I should have realized how you responded to something like that after last night.” Mike said after he’d regained control over most of his body and could sit up in the tub. Most of his body hurt to some degree. His mouth and jaw were tender, his muscles in general felt like they’d gotten the first serious exercise in years (probably because they had), and his eyes, ears, and kastamonu escort bayan nose itched. Probably from exhaustion. Still, it was… a lot better than it should have been. Partial werewolf healing? Had to be something like that.

“No, I should have stayed in control.” Alex said, looking ashamed.

“Look, we were both at fault. I’ll stop trying to push you over the edge, you work on your self control.” Mike said. “Can you help me out of the bath?” He asked holding out both of his arms. Alex helped get him out, and started pulling cum jellies off Mike’s skin.

Mike stood there swaying, until he put his arms against the walls, and Alex helped hold him up. “Hey, I’m really really sorry-“

“Don’t be. I egged you on when I shouldn’t have. This is mostly my fault.” Alex looked at Mike with big puppy dog eyes, fairly literally. “Aww, you’re adorable.” He said, petting Alex, who looked confused and affronted, before relaxing into the scritches.

“Oh, god, you have no idea how good this feels.” He groaned, leg thumping against the ground, head pressing against Mike’s chest.

Mike laughed. “Come on, if you get on the bed, I won’t yell.” Alex ears perked up, and he darted for his bedroom, hurriedly ripping off the soiled blankets and putting down towels. He hopped up on the bed and circled twice, before laying down, tail wagging excitedly for Mike.

Mike gingerly followed him into the bedroom and couldn’t help but laugh at the 10 foot tall puppy. He walked over to Alex and started rubbing him down. Alex closed him eyes and leaned into Mike, enjoying the attention.

After a while, long enough that Mike had forgotten his destroyed rear, Alex pulled back and cocked his head quizzically. He put his nose into Mike’s chest and sniffed, then, alarmed, pulled his head back, looking his mate up and down.

“What?” Mike asked, a little startled.

“You smell like wolf.” He said, head still tilted, like he was trying to compare Mike to before. “Didn’t notice it until now.” Mike looked himself over. He… felt the same. Well, aside from being able to take a dick about as long as his arm.

“So… I’m like you now?”

“I mean… this is magic. I can gain mass without causing the sun to explode.” Alex said, looking speculatively at Mike, thumb and finger rubbing his chin.

“Looks like you’re going back to human.” Mike said, pointing at the lack of muzzle. Alex looked at his hands, then down at himself. The fur was receding, rather than shedding, becoming patchier and thinner.

“Huh, is that because we stopped having sex or because I’m not leaning on that side of my personality?” Alex wondered out loud, then shook his head. “I don’t know. When I was infected, it was by a local pack leader.”

“An alpha?” Mike asked, running his hands down his arms and legs, seeing if there was any difference he could tell.

“Not really? Alpha relationships in wolf packs are a bit overblown. The pack studied for that was a standard mating pair and their cubs, so it makes sense that there were two ‘alphas.'” Alex said, making clawed finger quotes, his changes accelerating, muscle fading, height shrinking, sheath retreating. “This guy was the biggest and strongest, so he forced the other werewolves to work for him. Tried to do that to me too. So, I guess he qualifies as an ‘Alpha’.”

“What happened?” Mike asked, feeling the inside of his mouth, and hissing as his canine teeth easily sliced through his finger. He got out of the bath and looked in the mirror. Yeah, his teeth were noticeably sharper. Probably explained the ache in his jaw. He watched as the bleeding quickly slowed and stopped, new skin knitting the wound together.

“He wanted me to work for free. I didn’t agree. He got annoyed and had his lackeys hold me down.” Alex seemed uncomfortable continuing, and he unconsciously traced a u shape marring the skin of his shoulder. “Well… later that week I turned into a werewolf for the first time. Been avoiding him ever since.”

“Looks like my teeth changed.” Mike said to Alex, opening and pointing for his benefit.

“Oh, yeah. That’s… definitely different.” Alex said, looking uncomfortable. “Hey… if you don’t want to keep seeing me, I think that might slow or stop the changes, get you back to normal. I’d already gained an inch and twenty pounds of muscle by the time I escaped the bar. Doesn’t look like your changes are that drastic.”

Mike considered it. Then rejected it. If Alex could keep up a normal job, well so could he. Assuming he could hold down a normal job for the first time in his life. Phrased that way, seemed like it would be difficult for being a werewolf to make his life worse, and… he really really liked that massive cock. The person it was attached to seemed pretty good as well. A bit apologetic but… well, his wolf had a lot to apologize for.

Alex was mostly back to normal, looking worriedly up at Mike. Mike hugged escort kastamonu Alex tightly. “Let’s see where this goes.” He said, feeling the other werewolf’s tight body with his own, their pythons (well, garter snake in Mike’s case) pressing against each other.

Alex looked shocked, then melted into relief. “Oh! Erm… sure! You want to go grab dinner together? I know a great place nearby. Need me to drop you off anywhere in the meantime?”

“Yeah, still need to pick up my car.”

Thirty minutes later, Mike squeezed into some very very tight clothing, the two left Alex’s apartment, and exchanged addresses and phone numbers. An hour later, Mike opened the door of his own apartment. His roommates were out, either at work or something else, so Mike made it through with minimal embarrassment. His muscles were still just as sore, and is head was aching from exhaustion, so he headed to bed, stripping off clothes as he went, passing out nearly the moment his bed. For some reason, he left Alex’s shirt around his neck, his nose buried in the cloth.

Mike dreamed of running, through the woods, through the fields, following a larger stronger someone. Someone who would keep him safe and satisfied. Eventually they came to a stop, in a well worn comforting den. A musk filled the air, and Mike ass begged to be filled. Mike whined, and watched his mate unsheath, filling the room with his musk, heavy and demanding. Mike slowly approached the larger male, and-

He jerked awake to a loud knock.

“Hey, your boyfriend is here.” Jason, of of Mike’s roommates called through the door, before heading off somewhere. Mike sat up and groaned. Rubbing his eyes, and trying to get his head back on straight. His cock was achingly hard, and his ass felt wet. Mike ran his hand between his cheeks, and found some sort of natural lubrication. Well, that’s new. Mike thought, as he stretched and got out of bed. He opened his eyes, and looked around for some decent clothes. Oh, that’s really new.

His room, semi-intentionally designed to block out all light, was laid bare. Now his eyes could easily see through the gloom, true colors still visible, and everything just… there. No blur, no fading. It was like how he thought his eyes worked normally, except that’s how it was. No floaters, no distortions, shadows laid bare, everything… exactly how it was meant to be.

Mike inhaled in surprise, and got a blast of the spicy smell that lingered around Alex, though he could tell it wasn’t fresh. Oh, right, the shirt. Mike pulled it off, and got a blast of mold and mild decay. Oh, god, what is that? Mike looked around, noticing dirty dishes, carpet that had gotten wet and had never dried properly, bits and pieces that he’d always been fine with, but now… he couldn’t ignore it.

Fuck, right, Alex’s at the door. Mike thought, and hurried for his drawers, pulling out his standard t-shirt and jeans, then hesitated. Shouldn’t he wear something nicer? Did he have anything nicer?’ Mike felt giddy and worried, unsure about what he should do, except for everything, and he didn’t have time for that. He put them on. Had to be a better impression than the first time. Though… naked did have something to it. Mike’s still hard cock throbbed, begging for attention. Mike tried to ignore it, and pulled on his clothes. Fuck, were these always this tight? He wondered, very confident the answer was no. Across his shoulders and biceps, the material was stretched, but, for the first time longer than he could remember, the stomach was loose. Well, not taut. The tent his cock made was… insistent and obvious, but hopefully that would go away sooner rather than later. Then again, it was Alex…

Gathering up Alex’s clothes, Mike grabbed his cell, keys, and wallet and hurried to the door.

Alex, for his part, had agonized over what he should wear, eventually settling on a polo and some casual slacks, and messaged Mike. No response hours later, and Alex decided to show up in person, yelling at himself for being a stalker the entire way.

But here he was now, standing in front of his… he wasn’t even sure what they were now, anxiously glancing between his phone, the windows, and the door.

Mike opened the door and nearly went cross eyed at the scent that surrounded Alex like a good cologne, despite being somewhat covered up by an actual cologne. He was… cute, blue polo shirt, khaki pants. Business casual. Bulging in all the right places, tight everywhere else.

Alex thought that Mike looked… rushed. His curly black hair was stuck up in random directions, his eyes were bloodshot and… apparently he’d just woken up, judging by that non-aroused smell and the hard on. His own cock twitched, and snaked down one leg. Damn, it was like being a teen again.

“So…” Alex said to Mike, trying to think of what else to say.

“So?” Mike replied, confused.

“Well… erm…” Alex asked, increasingly flustered. They’d already fucked for hours. Why was talking this difficult? “What do you want to do? “

Mike really wanted to pet Alex. He’d tried so hard to make everything perfect, and he couldn’t get past just saying hi. “Well, what do you do for fun?”

“Errm… mostly work out to be honest.” Alex said, blushing. “I know it probably doesn’t look like it…”

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Mikes First Transgendered Pt. 17

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Mike’s On-going gay experiences.

Please read 1 — 16 before going to read this one.

Fast forward a bit…The night David asks me…And we say I LOVE YOU!

David and I have been dating for just shy of eight months now and things couldn’t be better. There was a rough patch a few weeks back when our schedules clashed keeping us from seeing each other. But now we are back on track and I see him at least two or three times a week. Usually, I head over to his place after work and just hang out with him. Nine times out of ten, I spend at least one weekend night by his place, or him by mine and I am truly enjoying our relationship. Almost every night we are together, I give him a blow job and/or end up on my knees or on my back having him pounding my tight little ass. I don’t mind being the girl of this relationship, I love cock and love being with him, so it’s almost normal to me now. I do love feeling him deep inside me and he gets me off just as much as I get hm off. It’s Thursday night and I get a text from David asking me to come spend the night with him. Usually, I don’t spend weeknights with him, but I do enjoy spending the night with him, so I agree. I make my way over after dinner and we sit on the couch watching TV and having a bit of ice cream for dessert. As the night gets later it is about time for bed. David gets ready first, then me. We lay in bed cuddling and I am very happy I am here with him. We pass light conversation as we cuddle, just as any couple do before dozing off. We softly kissed goodnight and David rolled away from me, as I rolled onto my side.

I was just about asleep, when David rolled over and put his arm around me. I put my arms over his as he cuddled in closer behind me. He was spooning me and I felt so comfortable in his arms. I felt David softly start kissing the back of my neck and shoulders. His soft warm affectionate kisses always got me turned on. I felt him edge in closer and hold me like a lover should be held. David’s passions increased and his kisses got more and more sensual along my shoulders and open back area. I got more aroused as he slowly started seducing me. I felt my dick start to get hard. I reached behind me and was rubbing up and down his leg. I reached far enough back and slid my hand down into his boxers, finding his fully erect cock. I grabbed a hold of it and we both moaned simultaneously. As I stroked him David became more horny and ready to go. And so was I! I began to roll backwards as David edged back from me. When I got flat on my back, David leaned in and our lips met and we engaged in a long passionate kiss. His hand began rubbing around my dick, my balls and my ass cheeks. My hand still softly stroking his cock. David pulled down his boxers letting his cock free, as my hand worked on stroking him off. I knew I was about to be fucked and I was so ready for it. It had been a few weeks since the last time we made love and I needed his cock inside me.

David leaned backwards and heard him opening his nightstand drawer. After some fumbling around he returned face to face with me. I lifted my hips and slid my underwear karaman escort off as he started to open the condom wrapper, sliding it onto his hard cock. I heard the top of the lube bottle pop open and shortly after I felt his cold lubed fingers rubbing up and down my asshole. I lifted my legs a bit so he’d have better access. After rubbing and kissing for a bit more, David rolled on top of me, as I spread my legs further apart. We never broke kiss and just positioned ourselves accordingly. I lifted my legs up towards my chest as I felt the tip of his cock at my asshole. David pushed inwards a few times missing entering into me, but eventually lined up correctly and slid his bulging cock inside my ass. I pulled my legs up and out further as he slowly began fucking me. I felt the immense sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me, while I lay there being pleasured.

David laid flat on me, our chests touching, mouths and tongues entwined in each other. His hips shifted back and forth as his cock continued sliding in and out of me. I was moaning through our kisses as my man fucked my tight ass. This slow romantic sex was my favorite, followed only by being on my knees and having him fuck me like a little bitch, as I moaned like a little girl. But tonight, I was loving the sex we were having. David laid on top of me for a length of time, just making love to me. His cock sliding in and out of my ass, my cock hard and laying upwards in between our bodies. I love nights like this, where even if sex wasn’t planned, we end up making love and getting each other off. David pulled himself off me, holding his body up by his arms. We starred into each other’s eyes and I realized today was the day I had to tell him I loved him. I want this forever, I wanted him forever and now that our relationship is out and I have forgotten about women, I need to tell him.

I wanted to build up to the I love you instead of just blurting it out. My mind and my emotions took over and I said; “David, I love you in me. God…I love how your cock feels inside my ass.”

David moaned back, “I love being in you.”

“OMG David, I want this forever. I want your cock me in me always.”

David’s breaths heavy and thrustful as he continued pumping his cock into me.

“David, take off the condom.” I moaned out.

David stopped mid pump and looked me in the eye concerned, yet excited I just said that.

“Really?” He said.

“Yes. David, we have been together for a while and both have recently gone for our yearly physicals. If we were sick, they would have caught it.” I mumble out.

I follow up, “I love you dick in me and I want to feel you inside me without protection.”

I feel David pull his cock from my ass. His hand reaching down between his legs and with a pull and a flicker, he gets the condom off, chucking it off to the side. I am so excited as he starts to slide back into me again. This time without the condom. I am so turned on by feeling his raw cock slide into my ass that I moan out a long whimpering groan, as my cock got even harder.

“OMG DAVID, karaman escort bayan fuck me.” Spews from my lips.

I lay there overly excited feeling his bulging unprotected cock ramming in and out of me. It was like losing my virginity all over again. I reached down and was stroking my cock, while my legs were up in the air wide open, as his cock slid deeper and deeper into me. After a few minutes of his deep thrusting pace, I stopped David’s motion and placed my hand on the left side of his cheek. When we looked each other in the eye, I said, “David, I love you!”

David’s face froze. “You love me?” He blurted out.

“Yes David, I love you. I have been in love with you for months, but didn’t know if I should say anything.”

“I love you too,” He whispers back.

“I’ve wanted to say that to you for so long” He said to me.

“Me too, David. Me too.” I reply.

I pull his face to mine and we engulf each other in a deeply heated sexual kiss and I moan deeply into his mouth. David starts pumping me again back and forth as I wrap my legs around his waist. We are deeply intwined and connecting on a new level. My dick is pulsing and rock hard and I am ALREADY ready to cum. “OMG, YES, make me cum,” I blurt out.

David picks up is pace. The sounds of slapping skin and heavy breathing fill the room.

I moan out on pleasure, “I want you to cum in my ass baby!”

David is so excited and so turned on that he starts pumping my ass harder and deeper.

Davis’s going to make me cum without touching myself, which usually only happens with him when I’m on my knees being fucked doggie style, and only once with Sara when I was so horny and so aroused by her cock in me. I feel my cock pulsating getting closer and closer as David’s big dick pounds my ass.

“OMG David, I’m going to cum!”

I wanted to pull on my cock, but the feeling of his dick sliding in and out of me while my legs are now wrapped is bringing me closer and closer. David and I are face to face, kissing deeply, passionately making love while with his uncovered hard cock hitting erotic zones deep inside me, making me ready to explode. After about 10 more pumps, I feel myself tingling, on the verge ready to explode. “Oh My God David. I’m going to fucking cum!”

I hear him moan out, “I love you mike.” And within a second I explode and my dick starts shooting cum all over my stomach and chest. Realizing I’m cumming David starts moaning, “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.”

“Cum in my ass baby! Cum in me.” Spews from my mouth.

Within a few pumps I feel David push himself deep inside me and stop moving, I feel is cock pulsing and I know he’s shooting his load deep inside my ass.

“OMG David, you’re cumming!” I scream out.

David is shaking and his legs are trembling as his cock is shooting his load deep inside my ass. My cock is still dripping cum, rock hard and ready to go again. “David, keep going baby, keep going!” I beg.

I can’t get enough of feeling him deep inside me and I want him to fuck me all night. David slowly starts pumping escort karaman me more. “I Love you David,” I yell out. I hear him reply, “Mike I love you too.”

I am absolutely in love with him and the feelings he gives me not only through our relationship, but on nights like tonight when he makes love to me. I just adore feeling his hard cock sliding in and out of my ass and I don’t want it to end.

I flip David over putting him on his back. I climb on top of him and grab a hold of his oily, lubed up cock. I adjust my position and slide him right back into my ass. I know he just came, so I take it slow at first just sliding up and down on his shaft. I want him in me for a LONG TIME tonight and I need him to cum inside me again. I feel his cock buried deep inside me. I lean forward and kiss him passionately. I whisper in his ear, “I want this forever David.”

I continue riding him slowly for about 20 minutes until I feel David shoot a second load of cum deep into my ass.

After I made him cum a second time, David sucked my cock until I shot a big hot sticky mouthful of cum deep down his throat. We cuddle together naked and spent. That night changed us. Not only did we finally say I love you to each other, but saw the first time we had sex without protection. And you have no idea how erotic it was for me to know he came in deep in my ass. But the night had another surprise.

After a while David says, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” I reply.

David says, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. But some of my long-term relationships have been with more feminine men, which is why I’m used to being on top. One of them was transitioning to a woman and I liked the femininity of it. Would you consider crossdressing for me?”

“Crossdressing?” I ask.

“Yes” David says. “Just here, between you and I. And nothing major, just panties, bra’s, pantyhose, high heels and nightgowns.”

I think to myself crossdressing… Humm… Sounds interesting. I truly don’t feel I have the body to be a crossdresser, but I remember how hot Sara and Enna looked as women, so maybe I could pull it off.

I say to David, “I’ve never tried it and I don’t know if I would look sexy enough for you, but if it’s something you’d like, then I’d try it for you.”

I follow up by saying, “I don’t know what size I’d be or even where to get clothes.”

David says, “I’ll help you figure it out, I’ll even buy you what you like or want, I just want you to be more feminine, if you want and to have fun with this.”

“Ok. We can try,” I reply.

I have no problem doing it for him and look forward to experimenting more. Beside I am the girl of the relationship, so I may as well dress like one.

As I laid in bed with him that night before falling asleep, I got more excited about trying this. The more I thought about it, the more interested I became. I started picturing what I would look like dressed up sexy for him. I had never worn women’s clothing but figured it might be worth a shot. As my thoughts continue, I start wondering if I should start transitioning into a woman, with that “something extra”, get married and live my life as a woman, which would make me feel complete.

As I lay here in the dark, with my man’s arms wrapped around me, David whippers, “I love you.”

“I love you too sweetheart,” flows from my mouth.

Goodnight baby!

To be continued…

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Bound to Meet Pt. 05 – The Reward

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Daddy Dom Tom is a tall man at 6’3″. He is not a muscle head, but he keeps fit. Thick and solid… and hairy… everywhere. Keeping his black hair short, in a flat top cut, it had just the slightest hint of grey speckled throughout, just like his short cut, broad goatee He is of Latin decent so he had a beautiful olive tone to his skin that I thought contrasted amazingly against my Irish pale skin. He is a professional businessman, but his light Texas drawl and charming manner relaxed and put you under his spell. You just wanted to make him happy; Everyone did. That was part of what made him so successful.

Tom came from rural Texas and so he kept his home there… well, he kept a ranch there. He had cattle and horses and a few chickens and a paid a couple local men to watch things for him while he was working his day job (or sneaking away for a weekend with a new boy…me).

After talking to this dom online for several months we finally agreed to meet up. Amazingly and conveniently, he only lived about an hour away. Even more amazingly, our ideas about bondage, domination, and sex were very much in synch. That is the hardest part about being a submissive for me. Finding a man that is a sexual dominant/top with a focused appetite for ass, but an equal in life, has been nearly impossible for me. That is, until I met Tom. We had never even talked about what I should call him. And then after we met this weekend, “Daddy” just sort of fit.

It was Sunday morning, getting close to noon. Gates was gone and my head was reeling. It had been a whirlwind weekend of non-stop fantasy sex. I did not know how long Daddy planned on hanging out with me before heading home, but I didn’t want him to leave… I didn’t want this weekend or entire experience to end. I was tidying up after our fun with company last night, and Daddy was helping out. Such a gentleman… He also kept making me drink water, “to re-hydrate,” after the past couple of days activities. I noticed he was drinking down the water by the glass full himself. He must have been dried out. I mean, I lost count of how many orgasm he had since he got here Friday night.

He started to organize his “toy bag” and that made me a little sad, thinking he might be ready to leave. When he saw the look in my eyes, he gave that sweet chuckle and held me close. “I’m not going yet boy… but I will have to at some point. And you need to be a good boy and not make this too hard for Daddy. Why don’t you go take a long shower while I finish this. And after I shower, I will give you your reward.”

My clit cage jumped at his words. So I scampered off to the shower as he finished packing. When I got out, I was surprised to see a black rubber sheet spread across my bed with ropes attached to the four bed posts and restraints at the end of them. I was pleasantly surprised. It looked like he planed on tying me down for another session of fun before he left… that gave me a lot of fun naughty thoughts and perked my disposition right up. Now, I was pacing with anticipation as he took his turn in the shower, I could not wait to get started.

He stepped out of my bathroom in just a towel. Well, holding a towel… damn he was so sexy standing there still half wet. He motioned to me over. “Finish toweling me off boy,” he directed. “We’ll get started in a few minutes.” He looked at me with sincerity in his deep brown eyes. “You have been so good this weekend! Better than I could have hoped for. So Daddy is going to give you something I have not given any one in a very long time… Control!”

He let the words hang there. I stopped drying him off and stood back in front of him searching his eyes for meaning. I am not a top or a dominant. What does he mean control? I was confused. I loved his sexual power and did not want to dominate him. A malicious twinkle started in his eye and soon his wry smile left me more intrigued than confused.

“Boy, I am going to let you restrain me. With the purpose of edging your Daddy! I want you to bring me to the edge by any means at your disposal. You have gotten to know me online over the past few months, and more intimately this weekend. So I am charging you with the following. Keep me edged for as long as you can… however you can. Excite me, stroke me, suck me, ride me… keep me hard and close.” Daddy spoke quietly with a tremor of excitement as he held my shoulders firmly in his hands. Staring back into my eyes, communicating his trust in me. Giving me control of his orgasm, as he has kept mine locked all weekend… still. “Does that excite you boy?” He asked and I nodded slowly. “Do you have any questions for me boy?”

“Yes Daddy,” I rushed, “what are the limits? Can I use toys or devices? How long can I keep you bound?” My eagerness surprising us both.

He replied thoughtfully, “You know what excites me. If we have not talked about it, then it would probably be best to stay away from it. Any toys that either of us have here are available to you… IF you know they would excite me. I need to be home by midnight. So we can say you can keep me bound till 10 pm. But I doubt you can gümüşhane escort edge me for 10 hours. So realistically, we are looking at a couple hours at most. Any other questions?”

My thoughts were racing. This was something completely new and exciting. He was very good at surprising me with new experiences already. I just wanted to please him… make him happy… give him an amazing experience just as he has done for me. So I asked, “just one Daddy… Would you allow me to gag you?”

A big smile spread across his face and he cocked his head. “Trying to surprise me now, are you boy? Yes, I will allow you to gag me… But this is pushing it.” he cautioned, seriously, but with a warm smile. That Texas charm hypnotizing again…

I had to snap myself out of it and get started. “So, shall we?” I asked him and motioned to the bed. He lay down in the middle of the restraints. The sight of his hairy solid body in motion sent shivers through my own and caused a huge dollop of precum to leak out of my caged clit and right into the carpet. “I am going to have to clean these carpets. I’ve leaked on every floor and surface in this house at some point this weekend.” I commented, which made us both laugh, and eased the awkward tension hanging in the air.

I cuffed him into the restraints and made sure he was comfortable but his movements limited. He was not hard, but had a beautiful chubby… so I grabbed a red rubber cock ring, placed it around his shaft and balls, and climbed on top of it. Making sure my swollen cunt rested on his fat meat. I leaned over and let my lips graze across his. They parted and his tongue darted out. I sucked on it before letting my lips continue exploring his face, his eyes, around to his ears. Then they were drawn to his arm pits.

Those hairy recesses spread open for me, due to his restrained limbs. I could not resist. I kissed his right pit. My lips parting the thick mat of hair I found there. Even after a shower, I could still smell his manly musk. Not strong, and not an unpleasant; It was like a pheromone, and it was intoxicating. My tongue stretched out of its own accord. Wetting the hair and tasting the skin. Devouring his musk and his unique scent. I drew back just a little. His towel was lying there beside him, and I chuckled to myself as I saw… I had drooled so much in his pit, that it was soaked with my spittle. I grabbed the towel and dabbed his pit dry. He grinned just enjoying my attention. So I dove into the other pit and inhaled his scent again before lapping it up.

I started to feel a pressing against my pussy lips. His growing cock bobbed up and down tapping my cunt as if it were knocking on the door to be let inside. Good, I thought, he is enjoying this, and we are barely even getting started. I bounced gently up and down on top of him as I continued to tease his pits. Letting my hole tease his cock head at the same time.

I flipped around and pushed those engorged pussy lips in his face. Giving him access to that sweet pussy he has used and abused all weekend. I hovered just above his mouth, just out of reach of his tongue, but close enough I could feel his breath on my hole. It gave life to my cunt and it pulsed in excitement, winking encouragingly at him. I heard him moan a little in frustration as he strained to taste it. And I saw a diamond of precum appear at the slit in his cock head. I leaned over and let the tip of my tongue draw it off without touching him. I heard him moan again. So I lowered my ass onto his face.

He greedily lapped at my hole. The flat of his tongue licking, from my taint and over my hole to the shallow crack up my ass. He paused over my hole and let my pulsing twat kiss his tongue. So he furled his tongue tight and pierced my pink pucker with it. I opened up and let him in deep. I was getting so into it I almost did not notice his moans had turned into slightly panicked cries, muffled by my thick ass. I was smothering him. I popped my ass up and he inhaled deeply, quickly, before asking me to give him more of my ass. So I lowered back onto his eager mouth and he returned to tongue fucking my well used cunt.

A full stream of precum was now running down the side of his shaft. So I licked it up and he shivered a little. I let out a breath of hot air on his wet cock and elicited a moan from him… which felt so good on my hole. I teased his cock, now with my tongue. Licking the head, and then the shaft. Moving down to his balls, which would jump and dance at my touch. His cock just got harder and harder, and would produce little globs of precum in anticipation of more to come. I used my hand to slick his cock down with his latest drool. And lightly stroked him… almost a tickle rather than a stroke. The skin of my hand just barely grazing the skin of his precum wet cock. It pulsated and strained. He moaned and I thought he started to say please, but stopped himself. I continued to torturously tease his cock with my light strokes.

My fingers traced a circle under his glans and his body tensed with the sensation. A light stroke escort gümüşhane up and down the underside of his cock. Then letting my palm graze his crystal wet piss slit and massage the head gently round and round. I gripped the base of his cock adding to the restriction of the cock ring. His tool grew an angry red, almost purple. I gave it the smallest of strokes, maintaining my grip. He moaned at the attention. I let out another breath on the drying smeared pre causing a cooling sensation on the head. I changed my grip so that both my hands were lightly wrapped around the length of his rod, and I began to stroke. All the way up and all the way down. A steady constant stroke, not too fast, not too slow. Pulling more precum out of his throbbing hard on. My asshole opening and closing on his lips in a delicious make-out session. Then I repeated the routine several more times. Each time the tension in his tool getting higher and higher. The color getting angrier and angrier. His orgasm getting closer and closer.

“Looks like you need a little break.” I said to him as innocently as possible. He laughed and I knew he would have swatted my ass hard if he had been free. I moved off of him and nestled my body between his spread tied legs. I just stared for a bit at his insanely sexy crotch. I love the site of a man’s open crotch. You can see where all of the best and private bits of a man come together. The essence of his manhood. His muscular thighs meeting his taint. The crack of his ass showing just a hint of the slight dark pink of his hole peaking out at me. His heavy ball sac laying across the top of his taint. And then his fat 9″ dream dick…

Daddy’s cock was standing erect now, pointing toward his head, but so encouraged it was not laying down against his stomach, but bouncing in the air as if levitating. I had grabbed a leather strap and wrapped his balls with it. He kept his crotch hair clipped so it was longer than stubble but not so long as to get pulled by the leather as I tightened it on him. “Don’t want you to cum too easily now Daddy. The extra restriction will make it harder for the cum to flow,” I informed him as I tied it off.

I took my time with him, laying there between his legs. I ran my fingers lightly up his thighs and across his taint, now exposed for me thanks to the cock ring and leather strap pushing his scrotum up and out. Caressing his skin and raising goosebumps on his flesh. Sometimes only brushing the hair on his skin. He was so inviting. It was almost torture to myself to go so slowly. I just wanted to devour him, sexually of course.

I grabbed his rigid cock in one hand and pushed his balls up with the other. I nuzzled my face into the inviting flesh beneath his nuts. Sniffing his scent, it was warm, with a hint of piss and sweat. Even freshly washed, there was still something dark and full bodied about his musk. I drank it in, the site, the smell… the taste. So I licked, or rather I bathed his taint with my tongue. Lapping his private regions and bonding with him in an incredibly intimate way. I stroked his cock slowly as I pushed my tongue against his prostate via his taint. He growled his pleasure and bucked a little. The motion exposed his Daddy hole to me a little more, and I wasted no time in exploring it with my tongue.

I darted my tongue in and of his crevasse. I could barely reach his hole with my tongue. And he would clench his ass cheeks mischievously and pinch my tongue… and my nose. I gripped harder on his cock and he would release. We teased each other like this for a while. I love eating a mans ass. It’s an amazing intimacy! Our tête-à-tête gave me greater access to his moist manhole. I tongued it greedily. Licking and lapping, slurping and tongue fucking his tight pucker. I maintained my grip on his cock and continued stroking it. Daddy was spewing precum now and already breathing hard. I felt his body tensing. I continued my tongue assault on his ass as I sped up my stroke on his cock, using his own precum as lube.

Then his body went rigid, and his breathing shallowed. I knew his balls were boiling and he was ready to jet his load. I released his cock and withdrew my tongue from his ass, resulting in a loud moan… pleadingly, almost a howl. I had taken him to the very edge this time. He was ready to blow and I barely withdrew in time to deny him the release.

“AARRGGHH, Fuck boy!! Fuck fuck fuck!” Daddy growled at me, frustrated.

“Well, Daddy. This IS what you asked for.” I reminded him.

I climbed off the bed and rummaged through his toy bag, his very well organized toy bag. I found an interesting gag, I thought I had seen earlier in the weekend when he was pulling out some rope and things. I saw a couple of vibrating eggs and grabbed those. Oh, nipple clamps… I know Daddy loves his nipples played with, so I’ll need those too. Hmmm, what else. Ah, yes, my Sonicare toothbrush.

“Boy… BOY!” Daddy was trying to get my attention. I stood up and turned to look at him. He was covered in a light sheen of sweat, glistening through his fur. Damn, gümüşhane escort bayan how sexy I thought. “Daddy’s gotta piss. Let me up for a minute.”

“Sorry Daddy. The negotiation was that you stayed bound until you shoot. We have barely been at it for an hour. You agreed to 2 hours at a minimum. So… you will have to hold it… or, since you put the rubber sheet on the bed… piss yourself Daddy.” I taunted him. I tried to refresh his memory of what his directions to me were.

“Fuck boy! Don’t push it.”

“Don’t you enjoy piss play Daddy?” I asked, knowing the answer. He did not reply. His expression was not one of anger, or even of frustration. Just pure need; I saw it in his eyes, he needed something. But it was something he could not even articulate at the moment. He wanted to piss, but he knew he did not need to be released. He needed to trust me. He needed me to control the situation. He needed… a very. good. boy!

“It’s ok Daddy. Just enjoy it. Just enjoy this extension of our incredible weekend. Feel the pressure of your bladder… mingling with the need for sexual release. The agonizing desire growing in your balls. The hunger in your cock for my pussy! You want me Daddy. You want me to control your orgasm. And hold you from giving in to your own desire… till your body and your desire, overcome your thought. Let me turn Daddy into the animal of desire you long to release. You fear that animal inside you. That’s why you are restrained. That is why you have given me control. So you can release the animal, controlled, safely.” I whispered in a husky sexy voice.

I was sitting on top of him again now. Rubbing his furry chest. I toweled off the sweat, now that he had cooled back down. Then I grabbed the nipple clamps. I placed them on each nipple and tightened them down. Not enough to cause pain, but enough to ensure that he knew they were there and would not come loose with a little nudge or tug.

“Now Daddy, I know you have to piss, but its been a bit since you have had anything to drink.” I told him, as I reached for a bottle of water next to the bed.

“No boy!” He protested and turned his head to the side.

“Come on Daddy. You need to stay hydrated.” I gently pulled at his head and he turned back up and opened his mouth. I gave him a couple of drinks but he would not take much. I really just wanted to put as much pressure as I could on his bladder. If he is anything like me, a full bladder makes him all the more desperate to cum.

Next I took the vibrating eggs and secured them above and below his ball sack, tucking them in the cock ring. One was vibrating against his prostate through his taint. The other was vibrating the base of his cock and he began to moan again. I took my time with each administration. Letting him fully absorb each new sensation. Finally, it was time for the gag. A very interesting one, that I doubted was ever used on him in any sense. One side was a ball gag for the restrained. The other was a medium sized dildo.

I placed the gag into his mouth and secured it to his head. Then I leaned down and swallowed the dildo end to the hilt. It must have looked like we were making out with only a leather strap between our mouths. His eyes were wide with surprise, amusement, and I dare say a little pride at my ingenuity. I pulled off the dildo, and whispered, “Are you ready Daddy?” He bobbed his head up and down in the affirmative.

So I slobbered a big wad of saliva on the wet dildo and flipped around. I slowly dropped my ass down on the dildo. It gave Daddy a very intimate view of my hole doing what it does best. My ass lips consumed and gripped the toy cock as I rode it up and down on Daddy’s face. I looked at his cock and he was leaking so much I could not tell if it was piss or precum. So I decided to taste it. It was precum. With the dildo gag in my ass right on Daddy’s face, I sucked his cock. This time, it did not take long at all for Daddy to reach the edge. All the machinations were sending him into sensory overload. As he would get close, I would pull off his cock and just sit there long enough for the the tension to break, then I would go right back to it, and within seconds he would be back on the edge. Again and again I brought him to the brink without giving him release. He moaned into the gag, pleading. We were starting to approach the 2 hour mark. I let him cool down a little longer this time. A few minutes.

Then I gave him a nice slow blow job as I pulled my ass up and down on the dildo gag. I noticed my own dicklit had leaked a thick puddle of precum on Daddy’s chest and it was running down his neck and shoulders. It looked like a doughnut being glazed… a hairy man glazed long john.

Daddy writhed in pleasure and agony as I slowly sucked his incredibly hard cock. I watched the clock out of the corner of my eye. As the two hour mark hit, I pulled out the toothbrush and turned it on. As I sucked on the head of his cock like it was the biggest straw in the world containing the thickest milkshake in the world, as I placed the vibrating toothbrush just under his glans. He screamed into the gag and shot volley after volley into my mouth. He ejaculated so hard, I swear it stung the inside of my throat as it struck. He shook a little and it scared me. I almost thought he was seizing. I jumped off the dildo and turned to face him, but there was just relief in his eyes, and a growing smile.

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The following story is a fictional account. The characters are entirely unreal and so are their situations. Thus no direct attention was paid to probability or safety for the characters. Such practices should not transfer over to real life situations. Practice safe, sane and consensual sex. For your own damn good. If you have problems or issues with queer pornographic materials, please stop reading now. If you find, on the other hand, that you are quit the purveyor of perversion and that this particular story seems to get your proverbial rocks off, please feel free to contact the author, Kenji De Sade via the CONTACT tab on his profile. Thank you.

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Jeremiah stood with his back leaning against the only door leading into his apartment. He stared into the open space, which was essentially a wide hallway leading to a tiny bedroom and bathroom, both nearly equal in size. The living rooms almond colored wood floors were near as pale as the white walls. the furniture was a cheap and small matching set; a simple chair which looked almost as broad as the simple love seat, both covered in a dark blue upholstery. Each piece of the seating arrangement sat atop equally drab and plain grey rugs, so as not to scratch the wood floors. The cheap prints of expensive art he could not afford adorned the walls in uniform poster size, frames and symmetrical placement. His television, nine-teen inch atop a useless and bare entertainment center, was the final coup de grass of his humble abode.

Jeremiah thought for a moment to look for anything that might be missing, and then realized after taking stock of his life, he didn’t really own anything worth stealing. His life hadn’t consisted much of anything beyond going to work and coming home. He kept his friends at a distance and spent little time with them. Most of his socializing was done from his computer via blogs and social networking web sites, which he visited in the background while surfing for porn. In fact the only thing worth stealing was his laptop, which he’d last left in his bedroom. On his way there he decided to make it a point to head toward the adjoined bathroom where he regretfully remembered losing his bowels the night before. It hadn’t occurred to him till this moment that since he’d fallen, body flat, into his own feces, he’d not even had the chance to clean himself and doubted, given his shit filled diapered state of being, that his captor had the consideration to clean the filth away for him.

He stripped his cloths with no sense of rush nor worry, allowing them to fall where they landed as he made his way into the apartment toward the bedroom and bathroom to bare witness to the heinousness travesty he knew he and the bathroom must have been at this point. As he entered the bedroom, hands unfastening his pants, shirt already removed, he stared dumbfounded at his bathroom doors sudden lack of a door knob. Quickly he walked toward the door and out of his grey slacks and black shoes to inspect the bizarre change. At some point, either while he was sleeping or whilst he was blindly getting to work, his tormentor had for some devious reason removed the door knob and replaced it with what appeared to be a very strong dead bolt lock. After a quick scan Jeremiah was able to confirm that the door itself was impenetrable, without battering it to splinters of pine.

Jeremiah couldn’t believe anyone would go through this much trouble for seemingly no beneficial reason. He was completely in the dark about his captor. He had no idea when the rubber hooded man would suddenly do whatever he does and appear to torment him. He’d been raped and stripped of his own bodily functions, now it seemed he couldn’t even bathe or brush his teeth of his own volition. Jeremiah thought for a moment that if maybe he could make sense of it, maybe if he could empathize with his captor and figure out some way that doing this to someone might be beneficial to another man; he might find some solace in his situation. But try as he might he just could not make any sense of the matter. To him, the entire situation was purely insane.

He backed away from his door, toward his bed, and plopped himself down on the soft cushion of his mattress. He grunted and felt his cock twitch, reminding him of the hollow tube embedded within the appendage, as the steel intruder holding his asshole wide open pushed in deeper. He felt the mass of filth in the back end of his diaper, a putrid mixture of pre-cum, feces and urine, mash and smooth it self along the contours of his most private regions. The mush moved up between his taint, he was sure he could feel some forcing its way beneath the steel cup as it squished over his trapped crotch, and it also spread out around his ass cheeks, up his crack, and slightly up the back of the diaper. It was a slick cushion of his own wastes and the feeling along with the reminder of his temporarily ignored state left him abashed and humiliated.

He sat there; eyes watery with tears, nude save for a large and full cloth diaper, covered to keep the mess in with clear eskişehir escort bayan plastic pants. Ashamed at himself for sitting in the stew of his own filth without thinking of it, he looked down toward the diaper to inspect it, for the first time actually getting a chance to really look at the thing. It was surprisingly simple to him, a basic white cloth diaper. Well white cloth, not surprisingly, stained yellow with urine. The thing that was astonishing to him however was the sheer thickness of it around his waist. He’d noticed the waddle to his walk on his way home from the office, he’d been humiliated and embarrassed by his birds eye view of it’s obviousness under his grey slacks, but thus far he had been in no position to truly understand how big the diaper was. He moved around atop the bed, feeling his wastes move with him, so that he might inspect further.

Spreading his legs, Jeremiah was able to compare the thickness at his crotch with his own thigh; he estimated it must have been at least four inches of thick padding. The width between his legs was nearly that of his fully splayed legs, if the cloth had been more solid he would practically have to do the splits while walking. There was an obvious brown tarnish to the white fabric which got darker as Jeremiah’s eyes made there way further between his legs. If the plastic pants weren’t clear he wouldn’t have been able to see the state of his own diaper so easily, he wasn’t sure if this fact was a good thing or not. He could tell from his wobbly motions on the bed that sitting for any length would prove to be a practice of balancing skills due to the bulk.

It occurred to him at this point that he might be able to remove the diaper; his hand searched the waist of the clear plastic pants and came to feel a rather solid waistband. It wasn’t tight enough that it was digging into him, which he assumed mixed with the over stimulation and humiliation he’d been through was why he’d failed to notice it before. The chain as he’d discovered it was, it seemed, to tight to move down his waist. As his fingers followed along its ensnaring length toward his own backside, he discovered a small well secured pad lock. His defeat was overwhelming. There was no way out of any of this. Every small twist and turn he’d been given in the past couple of days had been thoroughly planned to ensure that there was no way out for Jeremiah.

He thrashed himself about on the bed, lying back thrashing his arms, kicking his legs, and screaming out in frustration. Tears streamed down his eyes as he threw his tantrum. His bald fists slammed them selves down on the bed randomly, being bounced back by the springs below the cushioned surface. His feet followed suit, equally as futile in their expression of violence, equally as random in their motions. His screams echoed slightly in the small room, as he noticed in his fit of rage that the warmth of his diaper was being renewed. This realization brought a new calming dread to him, his fit subsiding, his tears continuing to flow regularly as his urine, his screams dying down to sobs as he lie there on his back, wetting him self, in his mess, staring at his stark white ceiling, then he blinked.

Jeremiah’s eyes opened back up and the world came streaming into full clarity with an unusual quickness as his eyes focused on his living room walls in only a moment. He was awash with a slight feeling of dizziness and nausea as his eyes wearily scanned the room. He was on the floor, on top of one of the drab grey rugs which had seemingly only moments before been held down by a chair. As he looked around the room he saw that his love seat was against one wall with the matching chair piled on top of it. These two chairs were carefully tied together so one would not fall from the other. His television was unplugged and turned around so the screen faced the wall it was up against, high on top of the entertainment center. In fact as he took stock of things it seemed everything in his apartment had been moved up out of the way.

Jeremiah was on his knees, still warm and dirty diaper resting on his heels, his hands directly in front of his diapered crotch holding his weight. There were thick very well padded rubber mittens affixed to each wrist, effectively restraining his hands into fists and comfortably keeping his knuckles from pressing rudely against the rug and hardwood floor. He noticed next that his knees were being spared the same pressure thanks to a pair of thick rubber knee pads. As he attempted to stand he felt a tug at his waist and his ankles lifted with his ass nearly toppling him over face first onto the rug, however his protected fists caught the weight at the last minute. He muffled a cry of surprise past a large gag he felt strapped to his head. “At least there’s no feeding tube attached this time” he thought to himself as his tongue explored it’s shape and his neck craned to look toward his own ankles.

It was barely a surprise to him as his eyes followed the largely knotted ropes leading eskişehir escort from the leather cuffs on his ankles to some sort of odd rubber belt secured around his waist. He could tell that the point of this particular bondage was to keep him, if not on all fours, from standing on his own two feet. While he was at first relieved to see that his bonds were made of rope, he quickly realised that with his hands secured within their padded mitts he had very little hope of prying the knots loose and releasing himself. He looked closer at the black rubber belt strapped around his waist, which appeared to be connected to other rubber straps wrapping down over the front of his crotch to a thick solid rubber plate, effectively keeping the diaper pressed up against his skin and his thighs from being able to close. There were other thinner rubber straps also connected to this separator which ran around his thighs, sealing themselves over the leg openings of his clear plastic pants.

Jeremiah’s stomach fell when he saw, what he could, of his clear plastic pants. He had wet himself so thoroughly by this point that the diaper no longer seemed to be holding the urine. A dark yellow brown liquid was sloshing around at the edges of his thighs, held in by the black rubber device now strapped around his waist over his diaper. The liquid wasn’t high enough in volume that the plastic pants were filled like a water balloon, it seemed as though the flooding had only recently begun. It also seemed as though he’d have time enough left in the diaper to fill the pants to their fullest. He certainly couldn’t think of a way he’d be getting free any time soon. The smell coming from them was strong and carried a weight to it that filled his nostrils and clogged them with stink.

Ignoring the sloshing liquid held around his waist he paid attention to the large object he’d been blindly feeling with his tongue. It was large enough that he could sense a small sore beginning in his jaw; it wouldn’t be unbearable for a while though and could be included on the list of things to ignore for the time being. Its length left it feeling stout as it just barely hit the back row of his teeth. He was thankful for this, it didn’t seem to be choking him in any manner, and oddly he found it was rather comfortable. The shape, texture and taste were all very familiar. The distinct sharp tang of latex accented the ridges of a small soft rubber cock.

Jeremiah sat there; diaper on his heals, sucking the cock in his mouth and allowing him a moment to adjust to his new situation. It was sort of surprising to him how unsurprised by the change in scenario he was. When this all started two days ago he was absolutely terrified, then again, being alone, as it appeared he was, it was a lot less shocking then getting fisted and then raped relentlessly by an unyielding machine. Still, he felt it was odd that he’d gotten so comfortable, if one could call what he felt a feeling of comfort, after the transition he’d just been through. He really couldn’t say that the rubber hooded man couldn’t alter his emotional reaction to situations whenever he caused Jeremiah to black out. In fact now that it occurred to him, there wasn’t much that he could imagine the rubber hood man could not do to him.

He began to crawl around his apartment, asserting what little freedom he had left available to him self. The apartment being as small as it was, there wasn’t much to purvey. Still he made note of the fact that seemingly everything he owned had been placed high up out of his reach. As he crawled on the floor around the living room he could see things like his mail, his house keys, his cell phone and even his jacket were on top of the television and entertainment center. The two rugs which had been under the chair and love-seat were pushed together in the center of the floor, it occurred to Jeremiah that this was perhaps intentionally reminiscent of a child’s play matt. The small kitchen like area he’d had set up which consisted of a small microwave, mini refrigerator and coffee pot on a small table were found wedged, as out of reach as everything else, between the love seat and chair tied together for what appeared to be safety with the same type of rope his ankles were secured to his waist with.

He crawled toward the bedroom, its door still open and the light on inviting him to see what it had in store. He could hear the liquid in his diaper moving around as he made the odd strides with his hands and knees, his feet dangling in the air from their bondage. The mess in his diaper was acting like a lubricant, allowing him to feel the padding smear across his ass as he crawled. His cock, he noticed, was throbbing half hard within its steal confines. The belts movements were as noticeable as all the other tactile sensations Jeremiah was taking in.

The hollow steel rod was rubbing against his prostate, its weight being brought down by gravity seemed to make the pressure greater then it had been even while he was sitting on it. It was arousing escort eskişehir to the point that Jeremiah found him self having to pause a moment to allow his muscles to contract and a small nearly uncontrollable groan to be muffled by the rubber phallus in his mouth. The twitch it caused in his own phallus sent a throbbing ache through his body causing another contraction of muscles. This second contraction caused the steel rod to push slightly more against his prostate and he felt a shudder run through him. He decided their may be some pleasures in his predicament, regardless of how stifled and painful they seemed. Either that or he was just really horny.

He continued his venture through the door of his bedroom realizing for the first time, as though he’d had reason to realize before, that his bed was high enough that he couldn’t see on top of it even if he were to set himself upright once again on his knees. He could however see above the bed. What he saw there was frightening to him in a way that only experienced horrors could be. Two rather large clear tanks were hanging over his bed. They were held in place by a couple of chains bolted into his ceiling. This was the second modification he’d noticed in his apartment. There were two tubes coming from the funnel like bottoms of each tank. The tubes conjoined shortly along their lengths to become one tube leading to an end which looked as though it plugged into something. Jeremiah assumed it was designed to plug into the gag he had worn during his force feeding.

He paused a moment to think, realizing he hadn’t noticed these tanks earlier before he’d blacked out and woken up bound as he was now. It was not like he could remember really noticing about the room after the initial shock of seeing that his bathroom door had been rendered redundant. The more he thought about it, the more important it became. If these were in fact the same reservoirs he’d been force fed from before, it mean that he was in store for much more of the same treatment. However if they were new, different reservoirs, the idea held many more complications. Were these reservoirs the same size? Did they hold more, or less of the bland textured mix? He felt his cock throb within it’s unrelenting confines, tugging slightly on the tube within it’s tortured flesh. The sudden contraction shifted the steel belt, and with it, the hollow tube holding his anus wide open. Another uncontrollable moan fought its way out around the cock shaped gage buried indefinitely between his lips.

The bathroom door opened and Jeremiah’s heart jumped into his throat. Rubber boots climbed up the meaty calves and thighs that appeared in its door way, they stopped at the black shiny cock shaped plastic cup locked around the otherwise rubber covered crotch from which the legs sprouted. The waist of the rubber pants met with the tucked in skin of the rubber shirt stretching itself tightly over the tight gut and chest it covered. The shirts sleeves were lost beneath thick rubber gloves riding from the wearers hands to his biceps. The collar of the shirt was tucked beneath the collar of the all too familiar, sun-glass eyed, open mouthed hood pulled tightly over a pair of painfully unrecognizable grinning lips.

This time there was no begging. Jeremiah didn’t even have it in him to scream anymore. He simply sat back on his haunches, diapered ass resting on his heels, mess squishing once again against his skin, suckling the cock in his mouth and whimpered up at the man in the rubber hood. The man’s smile grew a tighter solidarity as he approached Jeremiah, defeated and simply waiting for what was to come next. Jeremiah grunted slightly as the man bent down, his hands beneath Jeremiahs arm pits, and hoisted Jeremiahs body onto the bed. As his knees came to rest on the soft surface, Jeremiah heard the crinkle of what he saw to be plastic sheets in place of his once stark white linen sheets.

He was laid on his back, surprisingly un-violently by the man in the rubber hood. The rubber belt with its thigh separator and the ropes tied to it’s back leading to Jeremiahs ankles ensured that his legs stay bent at the knees and splayed wide open. He felt the driest area of the back of the diaper, to his relief, soak up a bit of the dark brown liquid now resting in that area of his plastic pants. His arms were raised above his head and the wrists of his padded fist mitts secured to ropes attached to the bed. He felt more then saw further ropes being attached to the belt at his waist further securing him in place.

He turned his head to the side to watch the rubber hooded man bend over and rummage around in some bag Jeremiah could not see. Soon he produced another rubber item from the bag, holding it up triumphantly and turning the emotionless black lenses and his featureless smile back at Jeremiah. He came over to the head of the bed and leaned with the rubber item toward Jeremiahs head, quickly yet carefully pulling the surprisingly thick material over his face. The placement seemed weird at first to Jeremiah as the eye holes were put properly in place yet his nose seemed crushed by some apparatus. The rubber hooded man was quick however to remedy the situation, quickly calming the sudden fear of suffocation he’d been temporarily overwhelmed with. Soon after his nose, rather then being uncomfortably crushed, was rather uncomfortably stretched.

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Boys Will Be Boys, She Said

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Note 1: This could have easily fit into Exhibitionist/Voyeur, but I fitted it into Gay Male instead. Hopefully there aren’t too many people put off by it.

Note 2: Special thanks to my muse again. She knows who she is.

“Hey, Sean!” Amanda greeted as she opened the door. They briefly exchanged pleasantries about each other’s kids before she sent him off his engagement at the house. Judging by the case of Molson Canadian under his arm, it was his turn to bring the refreshments. “Well, you know where to go. John’s already down there.”

She never did understand why there had to be a pre-game show before the actual game. Who wanted to men sitting at a desk making meaningless predictions? Then again, who would want to watch the barbaric game itself?

Sean smiled at her as he thanked her. He then ventured down the hall, down the stairs, and then down a second set of stairs.

The basement.

A man’s domain.

Or for tonight, a man and his best friend. How could a woman feel like there was a no go zone for her in her own house? Especially since she contributed just as much as he to those pesky mortgage payments. John mentioned he was going to make the basement “his” rec room when they first moved. She rolled her eyes and laughed at the time, ‘We’ll see.’

But sure enough, he adopted the room as his own. She wasn’t sure how that happened. It definitely started as a communal space. Despite fitting it with his Xbox and all the home entertainment centre trinkets, it could still be a shared space.

Nope.

The tall blonde stayed away from them that night, if only for a little while. Boys’ night meant she had to handle homework duties and getting the kids ready for bed. At around 8:30pm, she closed the last bedroom door and let out a sigh. And then a yawn. It would have been logical to retire herself because of her own fatigue, but instead Amanda was feeling very illogical. For no reason other than wanting to sweet taste of Shiraz to soothe her, she poured out a little glass. The bottle was almost done so did the ‘economic’ thing and filled it up again. After that, she left the empty items as they were and followed a very coy idea that popped into her head.

Heading down was was like infiltrating the boys’ clubhouse or journeying into the cavern of men. She giggled at the former.

The third quarter had just commenced. The boys sat with only a few inches between them on the three-seater. John’s stomach formed a bit of a pouch under his black T-shirt. So did Sean’s. The snacks they laid out for themselves did not help that. Sean, a brown haired man, sat a bit taller than the short raven haired John, if only because John was a sloucher and naturally a bit shorter than him.

Standing directly in front of them, she giddily asked, “May I join you BFFs?” As if she was going to take a ‘no’ for an answer, she thought to herself.

“Go ahead,” Sean replied, sounding at least a bit inviting to her. John had not even looked up.

There was an awkward moment where the boys didn’t know where she was going to place herself. She would, of course, elect to sit between them. Amanda thought for a second that John was craning his neck to check her out as she turned to sit. The tall, slender mom admittedly didn’t have much of an ass so she would’ve felt flattered…if not for realizing that she was just in his line of vision. His efforts to make space were minimal, so she sat on his leg before roughly forcing herself into place like a Tetris piece finding its destination.

John gave her a brief unpleasant look and an annoyed click of his tongue as he shifted over. She would choose to ignore that.

In front of her, the table was littered with empty beer bottles and half-empty bags of greasy chips. To her left, the man she called her partner was completely engaged with the tiny men crashing and banging inside the magic box. He leaned forward as he mouthed the words ‘come on’ over and over.

Wearing a playful smile, Amanda tapped him on the arm and informed, “They can’t hear you, honey.” John only continued his mantra. Amanda was convinced that he might as well have gotten on his knees and started chanting upwards. Then she smiled at the thought of him on his knees doing other things to her.

“They’re going to have to run the ball. They have their passing game scouted,” John commented to an agreeable Sean. Amanda caressed his arm lovingly…and apparently uselessly.

Studying his focused expression, she knew his dark eyes weren’t for her. Not even for a second. Then he had the nerve to tell her to stop staring on top of it. Peripheral vision was a bitch.

Dejected and hakkari escort annoyed herself, Amanda folded her arms across her modest chest. Amanda was lucky these wild card games only held some significance and this wasn’t the Super Bowl itself. Then she would really been shit out of luck.

“So the point of the game is to kill the quarterback?” she stupidly asked, trying a different way in to understanding them and the game. The boys yelled at the television once more. There was cursing and a lot of it.

“Pretty much,” Sean, the best friend, the man to her right, replied to her when he was pacified enough. “Except not when you the team you’re cheering for has the ball. FUCK!”

Good. Someone was speaking to her. “And that’s a good thing?”

The guys uniformly came out of their seat as the quarterback was sacked for a second straight play. Somehow, Amanda had her answer. Shaking her head, she finally declared it in her head: she did not understand football and she did not understand men watching football.

“Ugh, so this is it, huh?” she grumbled, motioning to the table and the giant TV, “The pinnacle of male bonding: beer, belching, and brutality.”

“The three Bs!” Sean chimed. He slid a Dorito in his mouth and chased it with a swig of beer.

“You forgot talking about broads,” finally added John, reaching under her work trousers to squeeze her ass. She jumped and slapped his arm. He wasn’t a drone after all, but was a chauvinist pig all that better? Actually, maybe it wasn’t a whole lot bad.

They continued to watch as more of the same beer guzzling and yelling continued. If she thought she was going to figure out and figure into their homosociality in the few minutes she had in the land of the conscious, she was wrong.

“Boys will be boys,” she finally resigned with a sigh, “I shall leave you two to share your bromance in solitude. I’m going to bed.” She slapped John’s thigh and perhaps rose to her feet a little too quickly. She had a topsy-turvy moment and also might have had to stifle a burp.

“You know, ‘bromance’ is so insulting,” Sean objected, launching into a semi-serious repudiation. “Why can’t two guys be close friends without having a ‘bromance’?”

Amanda smirked, firing him an unimpressed look, if only in jest. “Just be quiet, alright? You’re welcome to stay the night, Sean. Just make sure John fixes the couch, OK?”

Sean saluted her and she started up the stairs. She wouldn’t hear a word from John until she was half way out of the room and even then it could have been towards the TV.

“Finally!” Hoping it actually wasn’t for her, she waveringly rounded the bend and headed upstairs.

The kids were her first stops. A peek inside each was needed to ensure they were still asleep. They were. Hopefully they would stay that way.

In front of her mirror, Amanda peeled off the layers of work clothing, removed her jewelry, and lifted her glasses off her blue eyes. She replaced them with dark blue pyjama pants and a loose white tank top. In her thirties now, the signs of experience and age had begun to show. She remembered when they weren’t there. Her body shape had remained the same though: tall and thin, without notable curves and with tiny breasts. She smiled at her reflection and shut off the light.

For a working woman with two kids and a partner, a warm, spacious bed was the best reward at the end of the day. She climbed into bed and lifted the layers of comfy sheets over herself. She could still hear them shouting downstairs, but it was faint enough. She might have attempted some bedtime reading, but she was not up for it today. Instead, her eyelids fluttered to a close and she rolled onto her side.

Sleep would not end up being sustained exercise, however.

Amanda’s eyes abruptly shot open at the latest sound emitting from the basement. A look to the clock on the night stand told her that she was not even asleep for thirty minutes. She swiftly tossed the comforter off her slim body and swung her long, star and moon -covered legs off the bed.

Boys will be boys, she thought, but they were men now. Men with children. Heck, Amanda was a parent along with one of them! On top of that, there were others in the house that had school and work in the morning.

With her bare white feet patting on the wood tiling, she purposefully yet carefully descended the several set of stairs to the basement. Her rest, as abbreviated as it was, seemed to at least refuel her coordination.

Guy friends – best friends – beer, and football. She knew things had the potential to get rowdy. That’s why she warned them before hakkari escort bayan she turned in.

The lanky blonde mom of two grated her pearly white teeth as she heard another exclamation. At this point, it was pointless that she was trying to minimize her own noise making. Their stairs creaked. So did the landing at the bottom. As she descended another set, she thought about what she would say and how she would say it.

‘I appreciate you two catching up and all, but the kids are trying to sleep.’ No, she could be more stern than. John heard it from her on enough occasions. Guest or not, she wasn’t afraid to yell at him in front of Sean. ‘I thought I told you to be quiet! How could you be so inconsiderate?!’ No, that sounded too rehearsed. She would just improvise when she got down there.

She opened the door to the basement. “Ohhh….” rushed another moan to meet her.

Her lip shivered with rage. They just didn’t care. Her feet patted on the steps as she went down to let them have it. She got three-quarters down before stopping mid-step. A second groan emitted. This one was lower and prolonged.

Amanda cautiously stepped her left foot down and then lowered herself to another step. She heard them sound off again – at least, one of them anyways, she couldn’t tell who. She peered her head around the corner.

There, Amanda saw an image she would not unsee. John was kneeling on their couch. Ass in the air. Naked.

Behind him was Sean. One leg planted on the ground, the other between the cushions. He was naked from waist down, his t-shirt hid the top portion of his white ass.

She gasped.

Sean threw his head upwards, moaning like some of the cries she had heard. He was facing away from her. John had his head nestled in the corner where the cushion met the arm. He was facing the TV, and might have been able to see Amanda, but his neck was positioned in such awkward angle that it would have been impossible to fully adjust himself to see her.

Amanda’s mind was swimming with thoughts and questions? What were they doing? How long had this been going on? Had they been gay lovers this whole time? Should she feel betrayed? Betrayed that they kept this from her? Or betrayed that John possibly had another lover other than her? Maybe her tired eyes were playing tricks on her.

When she looked again, Sean had his hands on John’s white ass and was thrusting repeatedly and potently into her partner. Their pants were discarded into puddles of fabric on the ground in front of the couch.

Nope, no tricks. She had to sit.

“Mmm yeah,” Sean sounded.

Amanda would have been lying if she said she didn’t think about him. She wished she had the vantage point to actually see his cock entering his ass. Amanda knew his wife. She was probably in bed after tucking in her own kids. She envied that she had Sean every night. She didn’t think she would be jealous of John, though.

John’s arm curled around the arm rest, gripping the fabric. Amanda had to brace the handrail too. It was as if he was underwater and trying to pull himself ashore. Sean buried him by burying his cock inside him.

“Ugggghhh….” he groaned. He was frustrated, trying to cope with the perilous predicament. She had never heard such an alarmed moan in her years spent with him. Perhaps the closest came when he exerted himself in some of the more physical positions they attempted.

She ran a tongue along the perimeter of her bottom pink lip. Her body trembled. Her shaky hand slid into her pyjama bottoms. She pleasured herself in many locales, but never while sitting on her basement steps. And never for an image such as this one.

“Steelers, ugh, just intercepted…” John grunted. The bastard was still giving him game updates even with a cock up his ass!

“Good on them!” Sean cheered, looking up briefly while continuing to push deeper into John’s asshole.

Boys will be boys, indeed.

She hooked a finger into her slit. Then she tried another digit. A moan had to be stifled. There was definite ass rubbing and smacking.

John tapped on his thigh, “Ok, my head’s crushed.”

“Let’s switch out then,” Sean dislodged. It wasn’t particularly smooth. He remained on the couch, propping himself in a rough seated position against the armrest.

Amanda watched hungrily as the boys reconfigured themselves. John climbed on to the cushions, lowering himself between Sean, who held his legs under his knees, elevating and spreading them all the same. John licked his hand and rubbed his cock. Then, leaning into him while holding his hard cock, he inserted escort hakkari himself into his best friend. Sean let out a couple of perilously moans.

And then the thrusting started.

Amanda watched as he established rhythm. She had hers down. By now her sopping pussy was very responsive to the frantic motions of her fingers. If only to push herself further, she also figured another digit into herself. They were just so hot! There was something about two attractive men sharing each other! Amanda could have never figured two married men in her own life being so engaged in one another. But they were, and Amanda was doing wonderful things to herself because of it.

“AWWWWW, FUCK!!! C’MON MAN!!!”

Momentarily shutting her eyes to enjoy the moment, she abruptly reopened them to sound of cursing and hollering. The boys had turned their heads to gauge the TV. The opposing team threw a touchdown pass.

“Looks like were not much luck in this position,” John grunted as he fired into Sean.

“Guess…UGH…not! C’mon bro, I hit you harder…”

They were competing even in sex. Boys will be…oh, she didn’t even want to say it. She didn’t care. There was now the sound of balls slapping against flesh. John’s balls. They swung against Amanda’s thighs many a time during their sexual exploits several floors up. She knew that John entered an aggressive state when that happened.

“How’s that?” John asked – no, demanded. She couldn’t hear what Sean said, but John didn’t let up or anything, so he must have been fine with it. Or perhaps he wasn’t completely holding his own, because a short time after he stopped supporting his legs. Perhaps it was fatigue. John took over that task. For a moment Amanda worried about the near mid-life dad’s joints on this one. That was replaced by jerking inside her own self that hit the right spot.

There was a lot more grunting in following minutes – mostly from John in synch with his thrusts, but some by Sean who had to withstand the barrage. Amanda was glued to the action, neglecting the effect of all the noise on the other occupants of the house. She was a voyeur of a couple of bi-curious men in her own house. John and Sean were putting on a gay male exhibition for her without knowing. There was giddiness in watching this secret affair; she wondered if it was the same giddiness they experienced from keeping this from her.

John manipulated his best friend’s body a bit more in order to get the angle he wanted. Then he pushed in further, also feeling the tightness in his balls. “Fuck I need to cum so bad….”

Amanda sounded at that prospect. They must have been really into one another. They were cumming for each other. Horny for each other all this time. She had no idea.

“Do ittt….” Sean groaned.

With a louder grunt of his own, John fired his load, a little bit in Sean’s hole, but then dismounting. Taking a hand off Sean’s thigh, he gripped his cock to aim at his best friend’s torso. The stream was like any he might have fired at Amanda. It hit Sean’s stomach and thighs. Amanda worked her fingers hard to give herself a happy ending as well. She was incredibly wet. Her body tensed and she pressed her lips together to smother potential for any sounds. Then it hit her.

John and Sean collapsed side by side on the couch and collectively attempted to catch their breaths while gripping their spent, hard cocks.

“Final two minute push,” commented John of the TV, as the two sat there to watch the thrilling ending of the game.

Composing herself, Amanda cautiously lifted herself up and walked up the stairs. Making a quick rinse of her hands and thighs, she settled back into bed, closing her eyes and listening for more. It sounded like they were done.

She heard them come upstairs a bit later. They exchanged a few words in the hallway while trying to be quiet. They failed miserably at that. After everything, the last things said to each other were still about the football game and the potential matchups the following week. Should that have shocked her? At this point in the night, no, it didn’t.

John’s steps up the stairs were slow and she heard a grunt once or twice that told her he was exerting himself. He didn’t come into the bedroom right away, though. Instead he entered the washroom via the hallway. The shower faucets turned and the water rumbled onto his body and then the tub below. It was an extended shower, a bit longer than his others. She imagined himself cleaning himself, desperately attempting to remove his and Sean’s sexual scent from his body. Some moments later the water shut. Now he was drying himself off.

The door opened and her eyes clenched shut. The footsteps patted around to his side of the bed. He wrestled the underwear drawer open and after a moment, slipped under the covers. He smelled fresh, not sexed. An easy sleeper, John was snoring right away.

For Amanda, it would be a sleepless night while she thought about the boys.

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