Game of Love Ch. 15

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Game of Love Ch. 15

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Hello guys and welcome to the long-awaited chapter. I am so sorry for being gone for so long. I just got caught up in so much work that I couldn’t even find time to finish this book. I hope you guys understand and forgive me for this. Please, don’t forget to drop your comments.

Feel the passion.

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“Hey!” Came a sweet voice early morning making Sergio moan while pulling the covers further up.

“Babe!” He chuckled, pulling the blanket off, leaving the man who was just in his boxer briefs bare. “Get up, it’s morning already.”

“Just a minute, my love.” Sergio groaned, turning on the other side.

“No!” Eric chuckled, patting on his husband’s butt. “You’re gonna be late.”

Before Sergio could say anything, the whole room lit up as Eric had just opened the curtains. He covered his eyes, groaning like a kid.

“Tell them I am not feeling well.” He sighed.

“No way,” Eric laughed. “You’re getting up or… you won’t get any kiss from me today. I am leaving!”

Sergio quickly rose from the bed and rushed to Eric, wrapping an arm around him. He quickly turned him, staring deep into his beautiful eyes. God, he was gorgeous and that morning, he looked so sexy that Sergio’s feelings started stirring, preying on him.

“Hmmm…” He moaned, bringing the boy closer to him that their lips rubbed on each other’s. “Are you challenging me, my darling husband? You know I don’t like to be challenged. I can kiss you right now.”

He tried to kiss Eric but the boy blocked him with his hand.

“That was a promise, Mr. Alvarado.” He teased, wrapping his arms tightly around Sergio’s neck. “I know my husband is not a lazy guy. He’s gonna go to his office, work as hard as he always does and then come back home to meet the surprise I will set for him.”

Sergio laughed, biting his lip. “Wow! Another surprise tonight? I am yet to recover from your surprise last night. In fact, with the way you’re looking right now, I am being tempted to take you again.”

Eric laughed, flipping his hair in a way that totally seduced his husband. Sergio quickly wrapped his arms around Eric’s waist and flipped him. Before Eric knew it, he was lying on his back with his husband on top of him.

“Now you’ve done it, my dear sweet husband.” Sergio moaned as he took Eric’s lips in the sweetest of kisses.

In that kiss was the sweetness of passion, a million loving thoughts condensed into a moment. Eric couldn’t resist it. He moaned into the kiss which only turned his husband even more. After what felt like forever, they broke the kiss for the much-needed air, smiling and chuckling.

“I thought someone didn’t need this.” Sergio teased, licking his lips like a hungry man.

Eric smiled brightly, rubbing on his husband’s lips. “I just realized that time may not be with us, Sergio. I may not stay with you forever and that is why I decided to cherish this moment.”

“What are you talking about, my love?” Sergio laughed, placing a kiss on those tender lips. “We just got married. We’ve got plenty of time to spend with each other, our kids and possibly our grandkids. You and I will grow old together, I promise.”

Eric chuckled as tears welled up. “Sometimes what we wish for isn’t always what happens, Sergio. I love you so much and I will always do. Promise me that you’ll be strong, my love. Promise me.”

“What?” Sergio was confused. “What are you talking about? You’re here with me and….”

“I am sorry.” He quickly rubbed his tears, getting up from the bed.

That was when Sergio saw it, the blood on Eric’s hand. It was a lot and he began panicking when he saw how bloody his husband looked. The fear sat on him like a pillow over his mouth and nose. His palms became sweaty and the adrenaline coursing through his system was shutting down his ability to think logically.

“I love you!”

*

“Eric!” Sergio screamed, rising from the bed like he was lying on hot coals.

He was breathing like a tornado was going on in his system. Adrenaline immediately flooded his system like it’s on an intravenous drip- right into his blood at full pelt.

He quickly moved his eyes to the side of the bed Eric had been sleeping and realized that he wasn’t there. He became clammy and there was the glisten of cold sweat.

“Eric!” He called loudly as he scanned the whole room to see if he could spot him. “Baby? Are you in here? Eric?”

But there was no answer. He quickly slipped on a vest and black trousers and rushed to the bathroom. To his surprise, Eric wasn’t there. He got worried and decided to call him. But he realized that his phone was in the room. That meant that Eric was still in the house.

He rushed downstairs to look for him.

“Eric!” He shouted throughout the house. “Eric! Baby, where are you?”

But there was no one replying to him. He got very worried, especially because of the terrible dream he had. It was only 8 in the morning and if Eric had gone karabük escort somewhere, Sergio was sure that he would have told him. Besides, he wouldn’t have left his phone.

“Eric?”

“Sergio?” Adrianna came into the living room in her joggers looking worried. “What’s wrong? Why do you look worried?”

“Adrianna, thank God you’re here.” He rushed to her. “Have you seen Eric this morning?”

“Eric?” She frowned. “No! The last time I saw him was last night. Why? What happened?”

Sergio gripped his hair, taking a deep breath. “He’s not in the house. I didn’t find him this morning. Where could he have gone?”

“Come on,” Adrianna smiled, rubbing on her brother’s shoulder. “You don’t have to worry about him. He probably just left early for work. A businessman like him is bound to be very busy from time to time.”

“Without waking me up?” Sergio shook his head. “And besides, no matter how urgent it was, he wouldn’t have left without his phone.”

“I understand you, bro. You’re newly-wed and it is natural to always want your groom with you. Don’t worry about anything. He’ll be back.”

Sergio sighed gloomily. “You’re probably right.”

“I am right.”

She took her brother’s hand, smiled brightly, and started leading him to the living room. As they were going, they saw Kim coming down the stairs, busy on her phone. She was dressed beautifully in a black designer’s dress with red high heels on her feet and her hair tied in a messy bun. She looked amazing but both her kids wondered where she was going.

“Mom!” Adrianna muttered.

Kim raised her head, staring at her kids. Her heart melted when she saw them, especially her son. Her heart was hammering but she kept her gait causal with no hint of hesitation. She had no idea how what she had found out or what she had done was gonna affect her kids but all she knew was that she loved them so much.

No matter what, she couldn’t allow them to find out the truth. As it was, her relationship with her son wasn’t at its best. Any slight mistake was gonna make her lose her son. Kim rushed to her kids and wrapped them in her arms, kissing both of them.

“Mom?” Adrianna couldn’t mask the shock in her voice. “Are you okay? What’s wrong with you this morning.”

“Nothing!” She sighed, holding them tighter. “I just realized that I love you so much, both of you. I can’t afford to lose the both of you.”

“What?” Sergio gasped, frowning. “What are you talking about? You’re not going to lose any of us. We’re right here with you, mom, and nothing will ever separate us from you.”

Kim pulled away from the hug and she couldn’t hide the tears welling in her eyes.

“You have no idea how it feels to hear that from you, Sergio. Lately, I have been feeling like you’ve grown so distant from me and it just makes me scared. I cannot afford to lose you because I love you so much, son!”

“I love you too, mom.” The smile Sergio gave her was heart-warming. “Just because I am with Eric doesn’t mean that I will leave you. I love Eric so much and I just wish that you could give him a chance. That would make the happiest person alive because I would have all the people I love so much with me.”

Kim smiled sheepishly. ‘You might be saying that. But how will you act when you find out that I am not your mother? I am afraid that I might lose you, worse, Adrianna might also leave me.’

“Eric is a very good boy, mommy.” He took her hands and kissed them. “If you just give him a chance, you’ll see what Adrianna and I see. I agree that our marriage was rushed and I might have hurt you in the process but I didn’t mean to. I was just chasing my happiness.”

Kim smiled and then kissed her son, holding him tightly. But before they broke the hug, Sergio’s phone started vibrating and he quickly pulled away from her. It was just a number that he didn’t recognize and without wasting any time, he quickly answered.

“Hey, Eric, I’ve been looking for you and…”

But he didn’t even finish his sentence before he went quiet and froze where he stood. He was quiet for several seconds.

“Alright, I will be there. Thank you!”

He cut the call and looked at his family worriedly.

“Sergio?”

“It was the inspector. A car registered in my name was involved in an accident and I am needed.”

“What?” Kim gasped, shaking her head. “How? And who was driving it?”

“I don’t know. But I have to go there right now.”

“We’re coming with you,” Adrianna said abruptly.

They didn’t waste any more time and they rushed out of the house like the hounds of hell were after them.

***

“Inspector!” Sergio hollered as soon as he saw the man talking to one of his officers.

The inspector wasn’t that old. He was probably in his late thirties and very handsome and quite muscular. He was putting on just ordinary clothes. When he saw Sergio, he dismissed the man he was talking to and walked to Sergio and his family.

“Welcome, Mr. Alvarado.” He said with a sigh, powerfully shaking karabük escort bayan his hand.

“I came as soon as you called,” Sergio said abruptly. “You got me worried. I hope everything is okay.”

The inspector remained quiet for a few seconds before taking a deep breath. That breath got Sergio nervous and he felt his hair move on his head.

“I believe there’s a car missing in your garage, Mr. Alvarado?” Sergio nodded, a frown appearing on his face. “We found it and it was involved in an accident.”

“Yeah, there’s a car missing.” Sergio nodded. “My favorite car. We used my mom’s car to get here. Is there any problem? And is the driver okay?”

The inspector took a deep breath again. “Mr. Alvarado, first of all, your car was damaged and there is something else I couldn’t tell you on the phone.”

Sergio glanced at his sister and he saw fear in her eyes. “What’s that, inspector?”

“Please, come with me.”

Sergio nodded and followed him. He was led to a small room and once he entered there, he froze on the doorway, feeling like someone had just paused him. His heart stopped beating for a second and he felt cold suddenly. He looked at the inspector and at the surprise, he found in that room, a body bag placed on the table. He didn’t even realize he had been staring at the table for a straight hour.

“Mr. Alvarado, I mentioned that your car was destroyed but what I didn’t tell you is that there was a body in that car.” He sighed, patting his shoulder. “By the time we got to it, the body was badly burnt and there was nothing we could do about it.”

“Oh my God!” Kim gasped, covering her mouth in shock. “A body? Oh, God!”

“Yes, Mrs. Alvarado.” The inspector continued. “There was a body in the car. And unfortunately, the man in there couldn’t make it. I am so sorry.”

Sergio slowly walked inside, feeling like each step he took made him breathless. He didn’t know what to say or which of his workers had met such a horrible death. He finally reached the body bag and just stood there, staring at it without even blinking.

“I am sorry, Mr. Alvarado, we were unable to identify the body. However, we found a few personal belongings and we were hoping they may help identify the body. The inspector handed a small transparent bag to Sergio.

Sergio took the bag without even looking at it. However, when he laid his eyes there, he felt the paralyzing hurt spread through his body like icy, liquid metal. He didn’t know what happened next but his mind started failing, like an engine that turns over and over, never kicking into action. He couldn’t formulate a thought and he thought his body shut down.

‘We may not be together forever!’ A voice went through his head. ‘Time may not be with us. I love you so much, Sergio!’

He stood there, tears pricking his eyes, pale hands trembling with fear. He was trying to block out the screams, but now it was impossible, the noise ripping his heart. He could feel the hot liquid going down his cheeks but couldn’t realize that he was crying.

He couldn’t believe what he was holding, an expensive diamond ring and a beautiful golden chain. He could remember those anywhere. They were his husband’s. They were his Eric’s.

He tried to open his mouth but only sharp gasps came out. The pain he felt was like a knife being twisted in his spine. It shot up fast, erasing every thought from his head and paralyzing his body. Apparently, he screamed, but couldn’t even hear it. He dropped to his knees and began trembling like a leaf.

“Sergio?”

Kim and Adrianna rushed to him and held him tighter, wondering what’s wrong with him. He was shaking so much that the both of them thought he was having a convulsion. They got really worried.

“Sergio, baby? Are you okay?” Kim asked, shaking him. “Baby?”

But he only looked at her and said, ‘Eric,’ in a voice that was barely above a whisper.

“Eric?” Adrianna frowned. “What are you?”

But she didn’t even finish her sentence when she saw what Sergio was holding and immediately recognized it as Eric’s belongings.

“Oh God, no!” Adrianna gasped, covering her mouth. “Eric, please, tell me this is a joke? No!” She screamed at the top of her voice. “No!”

Kim stood there shocked, failing to understand what was going on. She knew from the expression of her children that something bad had happened to Eric. She knew he was the one involved in the accident but she couldn’t believe he was dead.

“Inspector, what happened?” She asked, taking a deep breath. “What are you telling us?”

“It’s what we found, ma’am, and I am so sorry for this.” He apologized, taking a deep breath. “The car went off a slope and it flipped several times. By the time we got there, there were flames and we couldn’t do anything to save him.”

“Where did this happen?”

“On the outskirts of town.” He said softly.

Kim’s heart twisted and sunk with nerves as she stood there. Her breaths came in sharp pants and she tried to gain control, but nothing escort karabük was working. She tried to breathe calmly, but every time she did, the inspector’s words rang through her.

She didn’t even realize that there were tears in her eyes that started going down her cheek. Fuck, could he have followed her when she had gone to meet her blackmailer, she thought? She looked at her son and her entire strength left her. She didn’t know what to do or say.

A minute might have passed before suddenly, the door to the room opened and there was a deafening scream that got Sergio out of his shock. He quickly raised his head and found Laurel running towards them with her face covered in tears.

“My son!” Laurel wailed as she dropped to her knees, touching the body bag. “No!, Eric, you can’t die now. You can’t leave me. Please, you can’t be dead, Eric.”

She quickly rose and unzipped the bag. When she saw how badly the body was burnt, she cried as death had just come for her. She was about to fall to the floor when Sergio held her in his arms. She was shaking terribly that it scared him.

“Sergio, my son, my beautiful son.”

Laurel lay on Sergio’s chest, her face closed in a grimace, skin pale and clammy. Each second, she would scream like she was being tortured. It had a raw quality, the realness of a person consumed by a pain that knew no end or limit. Then she would go quiet, just panting. Sergio knew the pain she was passing through because he was going through the same pain.

“My son, no….”

“Mother, please, stop crying,” Sergio assured, capping her face. “You don’t have to cry. I know that my Eric is not dead. That body doesn’t belong to my Eric, mother. I know my Eric is still alive. I refuse to believe that Eric is still alive.”

“Sergio!” She sobbed uncontrollably. “My son. My son is… is dead. My Eric, my… my baby is gone. What am I going to do? How am I going to… to live without my son?”

“He’s not dead,” Sergio said, a little bit harshly. “That’s not Eric there.”

He angrily moved to the inspector and gripped him by the collar.

“That’s not my husband lying there.” He seethed. “Find my Eric right now, inspector. That’s not my husband.”

“Mr. Alvarado, please, calm down. I know this is hard for you to accept and I completely understand.”

“What the hell are you saying?” He gripped even harder. “What the hell? Shut up! That’s not my husband there, do you understand?”

“Sergio?” Kim called weakly, holding her son’s arm. “Stop it, my son. I know that this is hard to accept but…”

“No!” He yelled, breathing like a predator. “Don’t say it!” He warned, pointing angrily at her. “Don’t you dare say it? My Eric is still alive.”

“I know how this feels, I do. But… but Eric is not here.” She sobbed softly. “Eric is gone.”

Sergio shook his head, staring at Laurel who was being held tightly by his sister. Both of them were in tears. He tried to say something but couldn’t find his voice. He made a quick turn and stormed out of there like the hounds of hell were after him.

“Son? Sergio?”

Kim ran after him but it was too late. She couldn’t catch up with him. When she was getting out of the building, Sergio was driving out of there like a mad man.

“Sergio? Sergio?”

But all he did was ignore her. She stood there, watching as he drove off, getting worried and scared. She knew in his state, something terrible could happen or he would do something very stupid. She was very worried.

“Sergio, please, come back, my son.” She sobbed. “Please, don’t do anything stupid. Sergio?”

Kim stood there for what seemed like forever. She couldn’t bear to go back inside because she felt guilty and restless. If Eric had followed her early that morning, it meant that she was the cause of it. She couldn’t face her daughter so she just remained standing there.

Suddenly, Kim heard a voice, a familiar voice right behind.

“Congratulations, Kimberly on your victory.”

She quickly turned and got the shock of her life when she found Giada with Jayden right in front of her. Both of them were wearing evil grins on their faces. She couldn’t even understand how they had come to know if what had happened.

“I am so happy for you, Kim.” Giada chuckled like an evil queen, putting her hands together. “You’ve finally managed to get your son back after losing him for quite a while. Although I feel really bad for your son…” She rubbed her fake tears, chirping. “…he’s become a widower at such a young age. My condolences go to him.”

“What are you doing here?” Kim asked harshly. “And how did you even…”

“Oh, come off it, Kim.” Giada shrugged. “Is that any way to treat your well-wishers? We’re friends, remember? I am only here to comfort you and congratulate you on your victory, our victory.” She moaned. “You’ve got your son back and I just won a war. Doesn’t that call for a celebration? Come on, we…”

“Don’t touch me. I never wanted this.” She said with tears following. “I hated Eric but I never wished him dead, not once. I wanted him out of our lives but not death. And my son…”

“Come on, Kim!” Jayden said hoarsely. “Both of us know that you’re not a saint. In fact, you’re just as guilty for the death of Eric. I have to thank you for that. Without your call last night, we wouldn’t have had this beautiful news.”

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Becoming a Hole – Beginnings

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I’m a rule-follower, and I always have been. I guess you could say it’s second-nature to me, and I think it’s served me pretty well. I was recognized throughout my schooling for my perfect attendance; I was always rated the top athlete in the state for anything I tried; and I’ve worked my way up via reputational capital to atypical prestige in my professional endeavors as an adult. So again, I think it’s fair to say that my rule-following nature has served me pretty well in most ways.

And I fucking hate it.

It may sound weird, but doing what I’m “supposed” to do always feels so fucking stifling, and that’s mostly because doing what I’m “supposed” to means suppressing what I’m not. Almost like, every time I do something to conform to what’s expected of me, I’m adding another shackle on the endless chainlink containing my darker desires. And trust me — locking up and suppressing has been my constant state for as long as I can remember. Same old story, of course (sing along if you know the verses): I grew up in the cult of southern Baptism as a gay man, though no one would have guessed it by my athletic stature and constant parade of girlfriends; my parents actively punished discussions (or even questions) about sex and romance; pornography (of any kind) was vilified; and social expectations mandated peak masculinity and a heterosexual ideal in presentation. So there was a clear way to exist correctly. Fuck girls, deepen your voice, masturbate infrequently (and NEVER to porn), play sports, look away from other guys in the locker room, leave at least one urinal between you and the next guy, wear boxers, etc. etc. etc.

And all I wanted — all I can remember ever wanting on the most primal of levels — was the exact opposite of all of that.

Men. Cocks. Musk. Balls. Armpits. Blowjobs. Cum (and lots of it). Piss. Anal. The taste of a hole. Jockstraps. Lingerie. Poppers. Constant raunchy, filth porn. Mutual masturbation, circle jerks, gooning, three-ways, gangbangs, cuckholding, cheating, bukkake, BDSM, spitting, leather, cum control, restraint, and so fucking much more. In short, I wanted everything I wasn’t supposed to have.

Not wanted. Needed. Painfully, achingly, unequivocally, and desperately needed.

I have always done what I was supposed to. I followed the rules, and to some extent, I still do. But when I was 19, I finally decided to claim my right to perversion and filth. And for those of you will with me, this is the story of that journey.

Going to college was liberating for me. I remember really hoping to be able to get out of Mississippi, where kayseri escort the safety of anonymity eluded me in my small town, and land in a really urban, really huge city where I could finally exist as an unknown. And luckily, that happened — I got a scholarship to a comparatively large school in NYC, a city known for its population density and, fortunately for me, its sex positivity.

By the time I’d reached the age of 19, I guess I was pretty experienced sexually — at least with women. I can’t count the number of drunken, sloppy blowjobs I got after football games and such, and honestly, with my stature, I could get (and in fact got) any girl I wanted. I came on tits, ate girls out, enjoyed “God’s loophole,” and had more than my fair share of pregnancy scares (girls always wanted my dick raw, which was fine by me), and I guess I’d describe all of that as simply… “fun.” Satisfying. But something was always missing, and I guess I always knew that. Despite all the jizz I’d sprayed, I was still the walking embodiment of blue balls and pent-up sexual tension. My genuine sexuality — the perversion that lie dormant inside me — was set to erupt, and it begged to, but I couldn’t acknowledge it. Not yet. Not there.

Physically, I think any porn aficionado worth his salt would have described me as a verifiable, blue-collar jock at the time — 6’2′; perpetual 5′ o-clock shadow; white skin; muscular frame from a decade’s worth of football, basketball, and wrestling; blonde hair; hazel eyes; thick guns, treetrunk legs, and a muscular ass that never quite reached the level of “bubble.” So, in short, masculine. In terms of equipment, I’ve always felt lucky with the 7.5″ I’ve been given — I love my veins, the way my mushroom head bulges when I’m really turned on, and the fact that I precum (I guess not all guys do?), but it’s certainly nothing compared to the horse cocks with ostrich-egg balls I’ve seen in my years since.

I really lucked out my freshman year in that I was selected to be in a single-occupancy dorm. How was that lucky, you may ask? Privacy. Privacy to explore my interests — all of them – privacy to not have to pretend my dick was a compass that only pointed towards pussy, to find out what I was really about. I remember distinctly the instant I stepped into my dorm, turned around, and clicked the lock. My cock, almost instinctively, perked up and twitched. It was almost as if it sensed the unrestricted freedom it was about to enjoy and wanted me to not waste a single second of it. In retrospect, it’s almost comical that my kayseri escort bayan first college task was cleaning up my freshly sprayed load off the wall (even before I even unpacked my first suitcase), but in an important way, that small moment of prioritizing my pleasure and sexuality — my perverse, primal urges for satisfaction — was actually the perfect prelude to what the next year would be for me.

That first night was memorable because it was my first night of genuinely and completely unrestricted internet access. I no longer had to worry about my parents monitoring my internet history for anything spicy or potentially barging in while I was pumping out a load, which was unfortunately really new to me. The secrecy itself got me excited. I remember returning to my dorm after my first dining hall dinner, recognizing the potential for what the night could be, and immediately starting to strip. The moment my rising meat bounced out of my boxer briefs, I felt a surge of power that, until that moment, had been completely foreign to me. There I was, cock out, hole accessible (I remember distinctly being aware of my hole for the first time in this moment), completely vulnerable; and yet, no one could take that from me. This moment, this nakedness, this hard-on, this scent — it was all mine, and I could do with that moment whatever I wanted for the very first time. That simultaneous vulnerability and empowerment turned me on. I felt the throbbing of my cock all the way through my taint and couldn’t wait for this — this freedom — to be my new norm.

Wasting no time, I sat my desk in front of my laptop, turned on incognito mode, spread my legs to bring my focus singularly to my pleasure center, and took in the moment of possibility that the google page held in front of me. Numerous possibilities crossed my mind — standard porn, chat rooms, video chat websites etc. etc. However, my pleasure demanded more of me. My cock was voracious — it was hungry — and it was insistent that it get more than it could obtain through a screen. It wanted male skin, it wanted musk, it wanted taste. It wanted more. I remembered reading something about different websites through which people could find sexual partners, and at the time, Craigslist was a common, non-committal option for anonymous encounters. The idea sent a spark of what felt like electricity through my body, almost as if arousal took the form of a very real visceral energy, and I took this as a sign; so I obeyed and immediately went to the Craigslist “men for men” section of casual encounters escort kayseri and started looking at the buffet of sexual appetizers waiting to sate me.

In retrospect, I suspect that the next couple of years would have been very different had I gone to literally any other website that night.

A brief perusal of the postings on that first page revealed some generic (though enticing) titles: “hot top looking for quick blowjob;” “looking for loads;” “str8 looking for jo bud;” etc. But the third posting was different. The title was simply: “are you brave?” The mystery drew me in. I clicked on the title, and the description advertised the following:

“looking for brave cum slave. u come in blindfolded and undress, and we (~10 guys) have our way with you for 2 hours 2nite. U don’t speak. U don’t cum. u just take loads wherever we want. Send stats and pics if interested. U get no pics from us.”

I wasn’t stupid, remember. I knew how this ad sounded from the outside. The rational part of my brain reacted with innumerable attempts at very reasonable data-based warnings: danger, STI’s, regret, shame, etc. But there was another part of me — the lewd part, the hungry part, the part that had been deprived of meaningful release since my sexual awakening — that agonized with desire. Additionally, and importantly, the idea of this big, muscular, dominator of women completely submitting to the needs of others — and in particular other men — sent shivers to my cock. How degrading it would be. Shiver. How dangerous. Ache. How humiliating to be relinquishing my control not only over my safety but also my pleasure, my body, and literally (potentially) my livelihood. Throb. My body betrayed my desire: my piss slit was oozing precum, my taint was pulsing, and my muscles loosened almost as if in submission to the idea of complete degradation and servitude.

I immediately replied, and I made sure to attach pictures of me spreading my cheeks to reveal my willing but untouched hole.

“19yo sub jock in. new 2 this but horny and willing to please. Drench me. Pics attached. Location?”

Simply due to chance and the possibility that the poster had already gotten the need filled, I honestly expected that I wasn’t going to get a reply. However, two minutes later (before I had even finished fully browsing other listings on the first page), I got a message back instructing the following:

“perfect. Address below. No underwear, blindfold urself before you ring the doorbell. We’ll open the door, u come in and strip and get on ur knees. U disobey, u’ll hurt. B here in an hour.”

I smirked. My cock throbbed. Precum leaked down my shaft. I replied. I dressed. And I left.

I couldn’t have known what was in store for me when I got there. Or what it’d unleash in me going forward.

I would never be the same. And neither would my hole, as you’ll soon see.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Understanding Pleasure

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(Note: For those of you prone to pick at details, this is obviously a fantasy. Everyone in this story is over the age of eighteen, or the interplanetary equivalent.)

Two years ago, my sister Brenda and I were abducted by aliens. We never said anything about it, because people who claim to have been abducted by aliens are generally regarded as loony, or worse. But the results have been unexpected.

Brenda is two years older than I, and I have to admit she looked pretty hot. She was about five foot six, with shoulder length brown hair that she worestraight, good-sized boobs (34C), a sweet ass, and long toned legs. She wasn’t shy about showing off her stuff in front of me, either. Nothing too over the top, mind you, but she’d go from the bathroom to her bedroom in a towel, or exercise in the cellar in a sports bra. It was as if I didn’t count. Her younger brother, you know? Even though I was four inches taller and outweighed her by forty or fifty pounds. Anyway, she had come home from college for Thanksgiving, and had been out on a date with some loser who had tried to grope her in the car, and she had hopped out at a stop sign and called me to pick her up, assuming of course that I had nothing better to do on a Friday night.

Unfortunately, she was right. I was a senior in high school, and should have been out on a hot date with a horny cheerleader. But I was at home watching some lame movie when she called. When I asked what had happened, she told me where she was and said, “Just get your ass over here NOW.” So, dutiful younger brother that I am, I grabbed my car keys and went to rescue her.

She was waiting on the street corner where she’d jumped out of her date’s car, her arms folded over her chest, looking royally pissed. “What took you so long?” she said, as she got in and fastened her seat belt. No ‘thanks for picking me up’ or ‘hope I didn’t mess up your plans.’ I could almost see the smoke coming out of her ears, she was that angry.

“You want to go home?” I asked.

“Yes, I want to go home,” she said, as if that were the stupidest question she had ever heard. I didn’t say anything else, just made a right turn and headed for our house. We lived outside the town, which was pretty small, so we were soon on a two-lane road with no streetlights, and no other cars in sight.

After we had driven a while I looked over at her and asked if she wanted to talk about it. “There’s nothing to talk about,” she said. “The asshole tried to grab my boob as we were riding down Main Street. We hadn’t even gotten to the theater. I knew dating a townie was a mistake, but I was SO BORED sitting around the house with Mom and Dad. And you.” She apparently had a more interesting social life on and around the campus.

“I would have taken you to a movie,” I said. This brought an eyeroll, an “Oh for God’s sake!” and a stare out the passenger side window. I guess my offer didn’t impress her.

I noticed that the short skirt she was wearing had ridden up, exposing a lot of thigh, and that she probably wasn’t wearing a bra under her low-cut halter top. She turned back from the window and saw me checking her out. “What are you looking at?” she said.

“Um, I…”

“You’re checking out my body, aren’t you? Little perv. Just keep your eyes on the road.” She made no effort to pull down her skirt, however. Like I said, little brothers don’t count. And it’s not like I hadn’t seen her legs before. I’d seen their entire length at the beach. But I was a horny eighteen-year-old, and there they were, right next to me. I continued to glance at them as we drove along.

And then, for no reason izmir escort bayan (at least at the time), the car just stopped. The engine turned off, the lights went out, nothing worked. “What the hell!” Brenda said. “Can’t you even drive a car?”

“It just won’t work,” I said. I turned the ignition key again and again. Nothing.

“Oh, great! The perfect end to a perfect evening. Stuck in the middle of nowhere with you.” She got out of the car and stood, leaning on the hood, her arms crossed in front of her chest. She stood like that a lot when she was mad.

I got out and stood by my side of the car. “Hey, don’t blame me,” I said. “I didn’t do anything, and I really didn’t feel like spending my night driving you home because you went out with a jerk.”

And that’s when it happened. A bright, blinding light, a whoosh of air, a tumbling sensation, and the next thing I knew we were in some sort of craft. There was no feeling of motion. We were standing in a pool of light, surrounded by a seemingly impenetrable darkness. “Uh, hello,” I shouted.

The darkness slowly dissipated, and I could make out several humanoid figures looking at us through some sort of transparent material. There was a hiss, an opening appeared, and one of the – beings, for lack of a better term, came into our space. It didn’t walk, it just moved somehow.

The creature was, as I said, humanoid in shape. It had a head, a torso, and what could be described as either arms or tentacles, but no hands or fingers. Its lower body was kind of undefined, and it was wearing some sort of suit and helmet. I couldn’t tell if it had eyes or ears because of the helmet. It came toward us slowly, and Brenda backed away and got behind me. “What the fuck is that?” she said, obviously petrified.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t sense any danger. Not that I wasn’t afraid. I was. But I didn’t think these creatures were going to hurt us. “Just stay calm,” I said. “Besides, we’re kind of at their mercy here.”

And then I heard a voice in my head. “We mean you no harm,” it said.

“Did you hear that?” said Brenda.

“”Yeah. I guess they can communicate, like, telepathically.”

“So, what, they can read our minds?”

“I don’t know.”

“We can – you would say – hear your thoughts.”

“What do you want from us?” I said.

“You represent the dominant species on this planet. We seek understanding.” The creature raised his appendage and some sort of tool appeared, which he aimed first at me, then at Brenda.

“You are identical genetically but of different gender,” the voice in my head said.

“Yes,” I said. “We call ourselves humans. We have two genders, male and female.”

“What is the purpose of this?”

“It’s how we reproduce,” I said.

“Why are you talking to it,” said Brenda. “Tell it to let us go.”

“You are wearing protective coverings,” the voice said. “Remove them, so we may study your physiology.”

“No way!” said Brenda. “I’m not taking my clothes off for – whatever you are.”

“You need not fear,” said the voice. “The temperature, pressure, and atmospheric composition in this chamber are identical to the conditions from which we extracted you.”

“That’s not the point,” said Brenda, but I turned to her and said, “We better do as they ask.”

“Yeah, you would say that,” she muttered. “Anything to see me naked.”

“Do you want to get out of here or what?”

“Fine!” she said, and began undoing her halter top. I took off my tee shirt, shoes, pants and boxers. “Just don’t turn around,” said Brenda.

The creature examined izmir escort me, then Brenda. “We notice two differences,” the voice said. “What is the purpose of this appendage?” He pointed at my penis, which, to be honest, didn’t look much like an appendage at the moment.

“Uh, it’s the male reproductive organ,” I said.

“How does it perform?”

“Well, it swells up and gets inserted into the female, and delivers the male’s semen to the female’s egg.”

“This seems inefficient.”

“Well,” I said, “it’s also pleasurable. Or so I’ve heard.”

Then, pointing to Brenda’s breasts, the creature said, “What is the purpose of these?”

Brenda refused to answer. By this time, I had turned around and was treated to a vision of my sister in all her naked glory. Her breasts were full and firm, and hung naturally. Her nipples were a dark pink and were puckered, not hard from arousal but getting there. Her pussy was nearly hairless, with prominent lips. In spite of the situation I found that my body was starting to respond.

“Those are for providing nourishment to the newborn,” I said. “And they also provide pleasure.”

There was a silence, then the voice said, “We do not understand pleasure.”

“There’s a surprise,” muttered Brenda. “I told you not to look at me. And why is your dick getting hard?”

The creature noticed this as well. “Your reproductive organ is increasing in size and angle. Are you preparing to reproduce?”

“Ah, no,” I said.

“Damn right you’re not,” muttered Brenda.

“This is an involuntary reaction,” I continued. “It happens when something stimulates it. In this case, her nudity.”

“Are you not concerned about a lost opportunity to reproduce?”

“What? No. She’s my sister.”

Another silence. Then “We wish to observe your act of reproduction. Please proceed.”

“In your dreams, buster!” said Brenda.

The creature raised his appendage and a small tube appeared at the end, from which an aerosol emerged. Before we knew what was happening, we had both breathed it in.

Almost immediately my dick became rigid and seemed bigger than it had ever been. At the same time, Brenda’s nipples became hard and erect, sticking out nearly an inch from her boobs. “What the hell is happening?” she cried. “My pussy is on fire. I’m sopping wet.” Her knees buckled, and I grabbed her arm to keep her from falling. She leaned toward me and rubbed her tits on my chest. “On the floor, now,” she said. She lay down and spread her legs. Her hand was rubbing her clit. “Put your dick in me! Hurry.”

Who was I to argue? I got between her legs and into position, then shoved it into her. “Yes, yes, fuck me, keep it up!” she cried. I’m not sure how long we were at it, or how many times we came. Eventually we had to quit from exhaustion and dehydration. We just lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the afterglow.

The voice came back. “We find your reproductive act inefficient and unsanitary. However, I believe that we now understand pleasure.”

There was another flash of light, a whoosh of air, and a tumbling sensation, and we were back at my car. Our clothes had come through with us, and we picked them up and got dressed. The car started right up, and we made it home without any trouble.

“Oh, finally,” said Mom, when we went inside. “I was wondering what had happened to you two.”

“We, ah, stopped to talk,” I said. I went into the kitchen and got a drink of water.

“Are you alright, Bren?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, but I’m kinda tired. I think I’ll go to bed.”

“Me, too,” I said. “Been a long escort izmir day.”

We went upstairs. Brenda went into her room and shut the door. I didn’t even bother to get undressed. I just lay on the bed and fell asleep.

Sometime during the night Brenda came into my room and woke me up, disturbing an erotic yet surprisingly realistic dream. I found myself with a very stiff boner.

“Wake up,” she said. “That stuff they gave us? It hasn’t worn off yet. I need you – oh!” This last as she felt my dick through my pants. “Get those clothes off.” She took off the tee shirt she was wearing as a nightgown. Once again her nipples were swollen. I tore my clothes off as fast as I could, lay back, and let her straddle me. She rode my cock while I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples. She shuddered with her first orgasm and didn’t even slow down. I could feel my balls tighten and the cum rising in my dick, and I shot a huge load into her warm wet pussy. We kept at it until nearly dawn, when once again exhaustion took over. She rolled off of me and closed her eyes.

“Bren,” I said, “you’ve got to go back to your room. Mom and Dad…”

I managed to get her upright, and she stumbled back to her room and shut the door. I lay back and fell asleep, this time in the nude.

I slept until almost eleven that morning. When I came downstairs I was hard once again. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen. “You know, dear,” said Mom, “if you’re going to sleep in the nude you should shut your door.”

“Oh, uh, I’m sorry,” I said. “I was so tired I wasn’t thinking straight.”

Mom went into the living room, and Dad said, “You had an enormous erection. Your mom got a kick out of it, but what if Brenda had seen it? Think, son.”

“You’re right, Dad. I’m sorry.”

He chuckled. “Don’t be too sorry. Like I said, your mom got a kick out of it, and we, ah, we went back to bed.”

Brenda came downstairs a little later. Mom and Dad were on the back porch. She came over to me and said, “Take me somewhere we can be alone. I want your dick again.”

“Boy, that stuff lasts a long time, doesn’t it?” I said. I went out back and told the parents that we were going for a ride. Brenda grabbed some beach towels for us to lie on. We went to a secluded spot on the lake and immediately got naked. But this time it wasn’t just a physical urgency. We kissed and stroked each other. She let me lick her pussy and she sucked my cock. The intimacy was as much a turn-on as whatever the aliens had given us. We barely made it home for dinner.

That night we stayed in, watched a movie with the folks, and went to bed early. Once again, Brenda came to me in the early hours of the morning, and once again we fucked until dawn, but it was definitely different. We wanted each other, not sex.

By Sunday afternoon the aftereffects had worn off. I offered to drive Brenda back to college, and when we got to her dorm she invited me up. Her roommate wasn’t there, so we had one final session. “I’d better head back,” I said as I held her in my arms. She was nuzzling my neck and I was gently playing with her left breast.

“Come visit me next weekend?” she asked.

“I will.”

We got dressed, reluctantly, and with one last kiss I left and headed home. As promised, I went back the next weekend, got a cheap motel room, and we spent the entire weekend in bed. The weekend after that she came home. We fell into a schedule of alternating weekends, always with the same activities.

After one of our weekends at home, Mom and Dad and I were watching TV, when Mom said, “I’m amazed at how well you and Brenda are getting along all of a sudden. You used to fight like cats and dogs.” She laughed. “It’s almost as if, I don’t know, you were abducted by aliens or something.” She laughed again. “Oh, listen to me. Abducted by aliens. If that doesn’t sound ridiculous.”

If you only knew, Mom, I thought. If you only knew.

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The Summerhouse Ch. 06: Martin

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Scott was the only footballer who stayed at the end of the game. When I returned from the small shower, just Martin and the nippy winger remained. They lounged on armchairs, talking, with Martin untroubled by his nudity.

“Most of ’em live bloody miles away,” Scott explained. “A minibus picks them up and brings them here from the city. I only live out the back. So I walk home from here.” His eyes sparkled as he spoke, and he passed me a beer. “We saved you one! What d’ya reckon to Saturday Football?”

“Fuckin’ crazy,” I muttered, and our eyes met. “But in a good way. I think.”

“Coach David’s a great manager,” Scott added. “But he does like us to wave our dicks about.”

Martin hummed. “There are a few girls he’s fucking. All of them married. Victoria is just one of them.”

“How does he …”

“He’s very alpha,” Scott replied. He gulped, glanced at Martin and then looked back at me. “There’s a lot of homophobia in football. I … I did eight years through the youth teams of a Premier League club. They even gave me a youth contract and then they let me go when they found out I had a boyfriend, not a girlfriend.”

Martin snorted. “C’mon Scott!”

Scott blushed. “OK, I had three boyfriends and two girlfriends. But I couldn’t make a career out of football when I enjoyed fuckin’ other boys. Coach David doesn’t care. He doesn’t give a monkey who I dick, so long as I’m on top. Dominant men make top ballers!”

“So, you have a boyfriend now? Or a girlfriend?” I asked, supping the beer and washing the taste of the coach’s cum from my tastebuds.

Scott nodded. “Iain. He’s a total bottom.” The footballer smiled as he spoke. “He is a part-time swimming teacher in town and he also works in the gay sauna in Manchester.”

“Oh,” I muttered, unsure of what to say. “So … he’s not … on the team?”

“Oh, the coach wouldn’t mind him in your position, but not in mine. And he’s shit at football. Really shit. The only balls he can handle are those swinging between a guy’s thighs. He’s a bit of a slut. And he writes too. Erotic fiction. Filthy stuff.”

“And you live … in the village?”

He sniggered. “Not that local. Two-mile walk or a bike ride across the fields. I don’t have enough money to live in this village!” He giggled and looked at Martin. “Not all of us are multi-millionaires.”

Martin blushed. “Perhaps you should get Iain to help with the drinks one day,” I suggested. Martin looked at Scott and then me.

“We offered,” they both said in unison, before Martin added. “He thinks he will embarrass Scott.”

“But … surely it’s just …”

“Fun?” Martin suggested, and I blushed. “But he is too worried about upsetting Scott. So that’s the end of it.” The sharp finality to the voice was enough to tell me not to press with the issue.

We had a warm chat before Scott walked out of the summerhouse into the twilight. It took Martin and I twenty minutes to clean the room and then dispose of the rubbish. Our partners were lazing in the hot-tub with cocktails and we joined them, reminiscing on the filthy afternoon. It was weird, but not unenjoyable reliving the disgusting antics, and describing two hours after the last man pounded my butt, it still felt used.

Those Saturdays became a regular part of my diary. Every Friday, I would drive from Bristol and spend the weekend with my partner. I would spent Saturday nights with an exhausted and tender body after the hours of hardcore abuse from the horny players.

Her employer extended her stint in Manchester by another year. I missed my fiancée during the week, and although I received plenty of filthy picture messages across WhatsApp, it was a poor substitute for having her with me. I missed the cuddles, supping her cunt and having her sadistic words tease me.

It was crucial that we made time on Sundays for “us” when I was in Manchester, and we did. I got a lot more vanilla sex than Martin, who enjoyed cunt just once or twice a year. But Clare and I also visited parks and museums, cinemas, bowling alleys, escape games and bars, to ensure that our relationship could survive and flourish long-distance.

During the week, Benji and Darren were regular visitors to the flat, and I enjoyed the submissive feel of being taken. I looked forward to my Saturday afternoons with the football team. I loved losing control as victorious footballers rammed their pricks into my degraded body as I satisfied them for hours at a time.

I had no male lovers as part of Clare’s games for the first two years of our relationship, but since doing so, I had a steady stream of cocks to service without her present. Just as Clare had her sexual partners that she enjoyed without me, I now had my own, and the freedom was something that I relished. Until Benji, I had never been sexually satisfied when Clare was not present. Now, the goalposts had moved.

Within a few weeks, these afternoons had been the highlight in my weekly calendar. Clare and I had discussed that ığdır escort bayan I should look for jobs in Manchester, and we should move back to the North-West. I liked my boss, and I liked my employer, but I loved Clare and my new sex life a lot more.

We had to decide. The lease on our rented flat in Bristol was due, and I hesitated about giving my employer my notice to quit. I had decided to move back to Manchester when an opportunity presented itself that I didn’t expect. The office block, that housed my employer, caught fire one Wednesday night in mid-October. I received a phone call from my boss and in the small hours of a Thursday morning, I stood outside a smouldering ruin talking to a stressed CEO. He blamed a faulty fire alarm system that had failed to alert before the fire took hold. While our servers were located elsewhere, our desks and workstations were a charred mess.

As only a third of the team could fit in the small satellite office, he offered me the chance to “work from home” permanently. My manager trusted me, and I accepted without hesitation. “I guess that means you don’t need to hand your notice in to move back up North,” he said drily. “I heard you talking in the kitchen. Men will do anything to chase a bit of skirt.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, not sure what else I can say.

“Don’t let me down,” he warned me and turned away at the smoking ruins of his company’s head office. The following weekend most of our possessions went into storage and I had one last sex session with Benji as I gave notice on our flat. I moved with just a couple of laptops, a suitcase of clothes and a few luxuries.

The first surprise was that Victoria’s and Martin’s offer to live with them did not extend to Clare’s bedroom. “How can she entertain proper men if you are there?” Victoria asked in the sort of voice that suggested I had asked a stupid question. “You can stay in the summerhouse like Martin does. She will summon you if she has use for you in her bedroom.”

I looked at the naked multi-millionaire, who owned a sprawling mansion, and his wife had relegated him to the expansive wooden shed at the end of his manicured garden. The bare cuckold beamed at me. “Be good to have some company again.”

“And someone to share the jobs with,” Clare added. “Don’t forget the housework, Martin!”

“As if I would!”

Martin helped me move into the bedroom above the wooden summerhouse. My new abode was accessible using the wooden ladder, and contained two single beds, on either side of the roof-space room, pressed underneath the slanting eaves. There was space beneath the bed for my suitcase, next to a set of drawers. A small wooden desk was located at the end of my new bed, next to a balcony overlooking the large central space. I put my two laptops — one personal and one for work – on my desk. “Be careful, sitting up in bed,” the naked man reminded me. “You’ll hit your head on the wooden beams.”

Martin slept on the right-hand side of the bedroom. Victoria permitted him to sleep in the house two nights a week, normally on Friday and Saturday nights. On the other five nights, he had to sleep in his timber fuck-palace. Clare said she would grant me the same rights.

In the bedroom, underneath one of two CCTV cameras in our personal space, was a notice pinned to the wall which read “House Rules.”

“They’ll apply to you too,” Martin warned, and then smiled. “But I’m sure you will like them. Or most of them.”

1. Within the property, cuckolds will be naked at all times, and may only wear the clothes their lady has given them permission to wear.

2. Cuckolds will not masturbate, unless a lady has given them permission to do so.

3. Cuckolds may only fuck other cuckolds, and their lady. Cuckolds can only be sucked by other cuckolds.

4. Anyone may fuck cuckolds.

5. Cuckolds must do their chores.

6. Anyone may discipline cuckolds for any transgression.

7. Cuckolds must be hairless below the lip.

8. Cuckolds will do whatever any lady instructs them to do.

9. Cuckolds always swallow.

I gulped. “I suppose I shouldn’t be wearing these,” I suggested, tugging at my shirt and jeans.

He nodded with a grin. “No. You get used to it pretty quickly. We have a maid, and a gardener. The maid doesn’t clean the summerhouse, the basement or the bedrooms, so we do that once a week. And the hot-tub. Some clothing we have to clean too. And sometimes we have to clean out the well-fucked cunts.” He tittered as he spoke. “And we have to go shopping.”

Martin and Victoria owned three cars. Martin’s vehicle was a glittery hot pink VW Beetle with a very bright interior. Victoria designed it to be embarrassing, and he put me as a named driver on the insurance, with Clare taking my car keys from me. It was a far newer vehicle than her own.

It was surprisingly warm in the summerhouse in late-Autumn. I felt warm air coming from under the floors and Martin explained ığdır escort bayan that there was a revolutionary heating system and extensive insulation in the walls. This was – in his words – the most luxurious wooden summerhouse this side of Stockholm, and I didn’t doubt it.

“My neighbour didn’t like it when it got built. He put in complaint after complaint last year,” Martin snorted derisively. “He’s got the biggest house on the street and he’s at least forty metres away, but he moans about the parties we have here. Keeps putting in reports to the council.” Martin cocked his head. “He’s very, very devout Christian. I think he’s seen things, which is why he hates us.”

“Probably wants some,” I joked.

“I’m sure he does,” Martin replied. “When his wife was away, he had a very different maid come to help him. She was about 25, busty, and wearing a very impractical outfit. I’ve offered to buy his house as it’s bigger than ours and it has so much more land, but he’s refused. Victoria has plans.”

Martin and Victoria had hosted couples many times before. Friends, in the lifestyle, were common and each time the husband, boyfriend or fiancé slept with Martin in the summerhouse’s attic bedroom. Victoria loved her husband, but she had a sex drive he couldn’t satisfy. He, too, had needs, which she could not meet. The arrangement may have been intense, but it suited them both.

The two small desks, at the end of the beds and adjacent to the small balcony, were ideal for both Martin and myself. Although he had sold his company three years prior, he had invested that windfall into a large investment vehicle.

For a few hours each day he would pour over market data, and join conference calls as he managed his multi-million pound fund. He also had a sizeable property empire and collected rent from hundreds of families. Lastly he had stakes in “over a dozen companies,” a small number of which were controlling interests.

Therefore, Martin left the summerhouse on a couple of days each week to visit the enterprises he owned and had invested in. The tranquillity and stillness of the working environment was ideal for my coding. I furnished the desk with an extra monitor and the number of commits I made to the central repository increased markedly.

Martin enjoyed the extra company and domestic help. My manager loved my extra productivity. My fiancée adored having me with her all week. Victoria relished the additional submissive to torment and tease, although my low tolerance to pain had seen me spared the severe dungeon visits which Martin enjoyed.

For me, it was an intensive existence, yet incredibly relaxing. I had more sex than I had ever had before. There wasn’t a day where I didn’t satisfy someone, but my life had become so simple. My commute was a two foot naked walk from my bed to my desk. I did what my fiancée demanded, and I wore what I was told to.

Both Clare and I offered Victoria and Martin rent singularly and together. We tried to help with the household bills and begged them to let us pay our way. We had no expenditure. “Some point in the future, you could well have a child. And then you’ll be in your own home, and money will be tight. Save your cash,” Martin said to me at the dinner table. “Not to mention a wedding! They are damn expensive.”

“But we have no expense,” I replied. I work from the summerhouse, you buy all the food. You won’t even let me buy you a beer! I have fifty quid a month on car insurance for Clare’s car and that’s just about it!” My fiancée smiled when I referred to my vehicle as her car, but I was no longer permitted to drive it. It was too “normal.”

Victoria got up from the table and flashed a riding crop underneath my chin. “Any more word of you paying your way and I will take you into my dungeon and turn your balls so black and blue they’ll look like blotting paper!” I shrunk at the ferocity of her words. “Friends do not pay here. And cucks pay in dignity not money.”

Clare sniggered, but I still felt guilty for leeching from our friends. I spoke to Victoria again about it the following Saturday evening, and she slammed her fist on the table. “Do not insult me. Cucks do not pay money. They pay in other ways. OK?”

“Well, I have never not paid my way. Please let us give you some money while we stay with you. We’re both earning.”

Victoria looked at her friend and then at me. “Cuckolds will do whatever a lady instructs them to do, that’s my house rules. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, of course not, Victoria.” I tried to argue that I felt uncomfortable taking from her and Martin, to which she sniggered.

“You are looking to refuse my hospitality and I find that offensive. Apologise please.” Her eyes bored into me. When I didn’t respond she smiled at Clare, and then at me once more. “Then you will pay for your insubordination during the week until you apologise for insulting me and trying to turn down my hospitality. You do escort ığdır know I have a dungeon and a vicious imagination? In this house, cuckolds don’t use pounds, their currency is dignity. And I will happily make you pay if that is what you want.”

I did not have long to wait until she showed me what she meant. Victoria and Clare entertained on Sunday afternoon. It was a warm day, and the ladies had a few gentlemen come to visit them in the hot-tub.

Victoria brought out a whiteboard and a ruler. Martin and I had our cocks measured while flaccid and she wrote her husband, at 5.5cm, and myself, at 7cm, at the bottom of the board.

I watched as a succession of men joined my wife and Victoria, as the two women relaxed in the bubbling water with cocktails and cocks.

Before they entered, each man was fluffed by myself or Martin, and then measured – even those of an average size dwarfed mine and Martin’s measurements, and Victoria made us thank the bulls for giving our partners “proper cock.”

It was degrading. Those words belittled us. We made cocktails and served drinks, while our partners cuckolded us. I watched as they fucked Clare in and out of the hot-tub on the luxurious terrace.

After all the occasions where I had witnessed my lover speared on the end of another’s prick, it still aroused me and humiliated me. I still felt a sinful shame and guilty lust as my fiancée writhed and squealed on the end of a stout cock.

Almost of all the guys who screwed Clare and Victoria loved an audience. They paraded their superior masculinity and claimed my fiancée’s sex in front of me. They exaggerated, taunted, and teased as they forced me to yield to them.

Naked.

As the tub filled up, Victoria sent Martin and I outside. “While they’re busy,” she demanded. “Go outside and wash their cars.”

“But …” I moaned, and Clare broke from her kiss to glare at me.

“Martin will show you where the cleaning stuff is, Jonathan. Naked, of course. You don’t want to get any of your clothes wet.”

I sighed and followed Martin to the garage. Because of the high hedges, users of the cul-de-sac on the edge of the village could only just see me, but it was still slightly in public view and I begrudgingly cleaned, shampooed and waxed the half-a-dozen vehicles belonging to the men shagging my partner.

I could hear the impassioned sounds of sex as my muscles ached and my hands tired. Three of the cars were ramshackle rustbuckets, but a couple were expensive upmarket saloons. I saw child seats through the window and wondered how much their partners knew about their weekend activities.

Victoria visited me after two hours, surveying the clean vehicles with a grunt. “Enjoying being our car cleaner?”

“No!” I snapped, and Victoria’s hand traced the underside of my butt. She leant in to whisper in my ear.

“Your fiancée is enjoying it,” she replied, and squeezed my right butt cheek causing me to yelp. “But cut the fucking attitude. Or I will made you beg for mercy.” She took a step back, and I heard an electronic beep. The electric gate at the end of the drive whirred as it opened.

I scurried, and she grabbed me. “I’m naked. It’s …”

“You’re on private land,” she replied. “Those two cars still need doing. If you want to put some clothes on, I have a tutu you can wear,” she replied and giggled. “Clean those two cars, properly, and then apologise for your attitude and then maybe, I’ll close the gate.”

Two ladies on horseback laughed when they rode past the property towards the bridleway at the end of the road; I was bent over a twenty-year-old Ford Fiesta, with my bare arse pointing towards the open drive, when the clicking of hooves stopped and shrieking filled the air.

One photographed me with a wicked whoop.

A jogger called out as he went past, and a delivery driver blew on his horn. It was humiliating. I heard the whirring of the gate’s electric motor close as I finished the last car, and Victoria came out, wrapped in the arms of one of her lovers.

Clare was behind her friend. She giggled when she saw me, and her hands landed on the bonnet of a red Corsa that a young student owned.

His cock parted her cunt with ease and slid into her lubricated pussy with little resistance. She groaned and made eye contact with me as the nineteen-year-old boy rammed his long prick into her maidenhood. “He’s getting ‘ard,” he called out as the young bull thrusted into my woman. “Ya like seeing a man claim your bird?”

I did. And everyone knew that. My cock signposted my kinks, and my eyes were fixated on their naked bodies, writhing on the bonnet of his ageing car. My fiancée, bent over the rounded metal, and him, with his tracksuit trousers by his ankles and skewering my love into a grunting mess.

Clare groaned and stared at me as the teenager pounded her cunt. Her body pressed against the cool bonnet.

And then he pulled out and came over the shiny metal. “Look at that,” Victoria called. “Look at the mess on this car. Cum, handprints. Tit-prints,” she sniggered. “Better go do this one again.”

I scowled at our host, and she flashed me a wicked smile. The entourage returned to their cocktails and the hot-tub, before returning half-an-hour later to eight sparkling clean motors.

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Blue Eyed Accident Ch. 2

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Opening up an email file that Ryan sent me, I found an anime drawing, those very lifelike drawings that the Japanese started. The drawing showed 2 males, one a teenager about 18 or 19, with long hair, the other a man about 25 or 30 years old, on a mat in a room that looks like a bedroom. The teen is on his hands and knees, with his head turned facing back at the man, who’s kneeling by his side. The teen is nude, except for a blindfold, and a pair of metallic blue panties, which are pulled down from his hips, settling around his knees. He’s seen almost completely from the side, but his butt is turned to the left, partially facing the viewer.

I can only think that he’s positioned himself that way so that the viewer can see his ass hole, as his hole is visible and slightly opened, at least there’s a dark spot in the center of the puckered slit that makes me think his sphincter muscles are relaxed. The other reason his ass is turned, is to show that the man’s fingers, 2 of them, his index finger and middle finger, are up inside the boy’s wet hole, and dripping with a sticky liquid.

A jar on the floor right under the couple reads “Grade A Honey”, and the cover is off, as though thrown off in haste. With this clue, it’s easy to see the places where honey is dripping into the teen’s ass slit, and off his ass cheeks, his balls, and dripping heavily down his left leg.

The teen’s dick is very erect, and looks to be about 5 1/2 inches long, but thick. His pubic hair above his dick is black, but matted down as though coated with the honey. The pubic hair between his cock and his ass hole is lighter in color, but also matted by a liquid. There’s a liquid dripping from the head of the teen’s cock, but it doesn’t look like the honey. It’s clearer and almost whitish. The teen is smiling broadly, and looks like he’s saying something to the man. From the look of pleasure on the teen’s face, it seems that the man is fucking the teen’s ass hole with his fingers, and the teen is close to cumming.

The man is also nude, except for a pair of white jockey shorts, which are on his hips, but pulled to one side to allow his cock and balls to hang out. His dick is about 7 1/2 inches long and fully erect. There’s a liquid dripping from his cock head too, but he doesn’t have honey on him anywhere other than on his fingers and, strangely, around his mouth, so the liquid is probably not honey. He’s smiling too, and the hand that’s not occupied in the teen’s ass is resting comfortably on the teen’s back. The title of the anime is “Snack Time.”

Ryan, my 18 year old lover, has a pair of panties just like those shown on the boy in the drawing, and bears a remarkable resemblance to him. I find myself wondering whether the man and teen are much like me and Ryan, wondering what the couple in the pictures have been doing up to this point, but even more so, what will happen to the lovers from this point on. Ryan has been a remarkable change in my life, and it all started by accident…

After Ryan and I had finished making love, as you will recall from Chapter 1, we both fell asleep for about 2 hours, in each other’s arms on the sofa. I slowly awoke, to see his eyes gazing into mine. His light brown hair hung down to his eyes, and was very tousled from our sweaty sex. He was so close that his eyes were slightly crossed, which gave him a really cute look, in my opinion. We were both still completely nude. “Hi lover,” he said with a grin.

“Hi Ryan,” I said. ” What time is it?”

“About 7,” he said.

“Wow, you’re going to need to get home or your parents’ll be worried,” I said.

“Not to worry,” he said. He explained that his parents were separated, and he was currently living with his father, but that his father was an extremely busy stockbroker who was hardly ever home, and didn’t pay much attention to Ryan when he was.

We started talking about ourselves, as we both seemed to feel a need to let the other know every important factor about ourselves possible. He asked me about my divorce, and whether I missed my wife, Caroline.

I said, “Just before Caroline and I separated we had a new neighbor move in. She was a beautiful red head with a great body, about 25 years old. I couldn’t help but notice how attractive she was, and apparently gaziantep escort so did my wife.”

“I came home late from work one night about 3 weeks after the neighbor moved in, and I found the neighbor, Patricia, in our living room, nude, with Caroline’s mouth on her asshole. I guessed that Caroline wasn’t exactly an unwilling partner in this, as she was nude, too, and had most of her hand stuffed up inside her own cunt while she ate Patricia’s shapely ass, and she was moaning loudly.”

“When she saw me come into the room, rather than jump up and try to come up with a lame excuse, she took her mouth out of our neighbor’s ass and while looking in Patricia’s eyes and smirking, said,” ‘Now piss in my mouth, lover, so I can wash down your beautiful crap.'”

“We were divorced pretty soon after that, and now she’s living with the neighbor. Fortunately they moved out of town, since I’m still living in our old house.”

“Wow,” Ryan said. “That’s really something. Did you think it was gross to find her eating shit and drinking piss?”

“Well, not as much as you might think,” I said. “I had brought up the possibility of playing some water games to her, but she always told me she thought that was disgusting. I guess she changed her view. What I resented was her hypocrisy, and the way she was disloyal to me and loyal to her new lover. It’s quite a shock to be rejected by someone so close to you.”

“I don’t think I would ever do that to someone,” Ryan said with feeling. I looked in his eyes and saw anger there. “Why so angry, little one?” I said lightly.

“Because you’re a really nice guy, and you didn’t deserve to be treated like that!” he exclaimed.

“Come here and give me a kiss, sweetheart,” I said. He reached his upper body over my lap, put his lips on mine and thrust his tongue in my mouth quickly. We dueled for a few minutes with our tongues, and when I broke the kiss I could see by the size of both of our erections that we had easily rekindled our fire. “Whoah, baby, you’re going to start a vicious cycle here – kiss, fuck, sleep, kiss, fuck – and he laughed.

“Would that be so bad?” he said. “What else is better?”

“Well, eating, food that is, occasionally is probably necessary, and in order to have food I need to work, and…”

“Well, I’d like to give the kiss, fuck, sleep cycle a shot sometime,” he said. “If necessary, I’m willing to cut out that ‘sleep’ part…”

“Okay, okay,” I laughed. “We’ll make a date sometime for just that. But right now, we could probably use a shower. And I have to let you get home.”

“Uh, Jeff, before that, could I tell you something?” Ryan said.

“Sure, babe, what is it?” I replied.

“Well, what you said about ‘water games,’ that kind of turned me on…” Ryan said, blushing..

Far from being upset, I found myself tickled that my new male lover would be interested in learning about water sports, and playing some games. I assured him that that news only made me happier, not mad. “Ryan, it‘s true that you‘re quickly turning into a pervert,” I said, rolling my eyes, “but you have skills in using your cock, and your tongue, and ESPECIALLY that pretty little ass of yours that many people would KILL for!” As I said this, I grabbed his ass cheeks and squeezed, causing him to squeal in mock terror.

We giggled together for a few minutes, and when we stopped, Ryan looked into my eyes and said, softly, “I love you, baby.” I smiled at him and said, “Now, how about that shower?” and kissed his cheek.

So, holding hands, we headed over to the walk-in shower, a luxury that I had allowed myself in the mini renovation I had done of my house after the split from my wife. I like taking showers, and some of the best masturbation I’ve ever done has been in the shower. That’s all that had happened in the renovated shower so far, however, as I’d previously been too busy with work to start any relationships. So, no fucking to date, though I had shot plenty of cum.

“Gee, this is really big,” Ryan said. “You could fit, like 10 people in here!”

“Yeah, but I hope it’s not a letdown there’s only you and me.”

“Course not, let’s go!” he said. So I set the controls to blast out a stream of coarse hot water from over escort gaziantep head height, and a fine, stinging spray at mid body level. Still holding hands, we stepped into the stall and closed the door.

“Would you like some mood music?” I said.

“You’re kidding!” Ryan exclaimed happily. “Whatever you want, go for it!”

So I tweaked the controls and soon a soft violin concerto was issuing from the waterproof speakers in the stall. I turned to Ryan and said, “I really want to be a part of your life, and I think I’m falling in love with you, too.”

He didn’t say anything, but he got a really happy look in his eyes and embraced me. We started soaping each other, and soon there wasn’t a part of either of us that wasn’t slick with soap, and fired up from the friction of each other’s hands and cock. I turned Ryan around so that I was facing his back, and pushed my cock up to nestle between his butt cheeks, and he happily pushed back. My right hand went down to his soapy cock, to start the friction up and down the shaft that he loves so much. My other hand went to his hard, pink nipples, which despite the heat of the shower were jutting out as though ice cubes had been applied.

“Ummm, that feels really good, lover,” Ryan said.

“Which?” I said. “My hand on your cock or my fingers on your nipples?”

“Those are nice,” he said. “But I was talking about your cock between my ass cheeks. Please fuck me right now!”

He didn’t have to ask twice. I gently moved him forward until his hands were over his head, leaning against the shower stall. He moved his rear end back toward me, searching out the stiff dick he needed and knew I wanted inside of him. I grasped my cock with my right hand and inserted it into the tiny furrow between his ass cheeks, and between our mutual motion, and the slickness of the soap, I was soon buried up to the hilt inside his sweet rectum.

I returned my hand to his cock, and my left hand to his balls, so that I could gently squeeze them and stroke his cock, while he stroked my hard cock with his ass walls. We started a motion that seemed to continue for hours, building the sweet passions inside of both of us. He laid his head back on my shoulder, and looked up into my eyes, his lips gently parted. I brought my mouth to his with a passion that came from who knows where, and tried to suck all the air out of his lungs, while I pumped his ass and cock.

After an eternity of this, my cock started to spit long thick threads of cum into his tight ass hole, and my knees involuntarily buckled from the feeling. I held onto Ryan, though, to keep my balance, and I was rewarded with a shudder I felt run through his entire body. Cum blasted out of his teenage cock onto the shower walls, and ran down it in long, racing threads. There must have been a gallon of it.

We kissed for another few minutes, water coursing down our bodies and finally, reluctantly, broke the kiss. We grinned happily at each other, and I said, “Well, I guess it’s time to come out – of the shower, that is. But first,” I added, “let’s take care of a very special area first.”

I bent down to his ass, and giving it a slow kiss, re-inserted my index finger up his tight, smooth hole, wiggling it around. “You need to get the soap out of your butt, or it’s going to sting and itch. I’ve got other ways I’d like your ass to feel than that,” I said with a smile. I gently kissed his hole, letting my tongue linger inside his pucker, while he flexed his ass ring around my probing tongue. I heard him giggle from the pleasure he felt.

After finishing our rinse, we stepped out of the shower onto the bath mat. I reached for a thick, long towel and started gently drying Ryan off. “Here, let me treat you,” I said, “so that you’re nice and dry.” He did the same for me, and we reached for our underpants.

I slipped Ryan’s under his feet and brought them up snugly around his ass. As I did so, I took the opportunity to kiss the head of his erect cock, and let it slip into my mouth. He pumped lazily into my mouth for a few minutes, then let me finish putting his underpants on. He still had a noticeable bulge in the front of his underpants, and his smooth round ass filled the back out nicely. He did the gaziantep escort bayan same for me, but just as he got my underpants up around my knees, I felt a strong urge to pee.

“Whoops, gotta go,” I said. Fortunately, the toilet was right in front of us, so it was simply a matter of directing my semi-erect cock toward the bowl. As I let loose a hard stream of ptss, I felt Ryan’s hand snake around my hip to take hold of my cock.

“You shit!” Ryan said, with mock severity. “Just when I have to pee, you take the toilet! But it DOES feel nice, your cock’s all warm and hard, and I can feel your piss running through it.” As he said this, he snuggled his bulge into my ass, and I felt a thrill course through me.

“Oh, god Ryan, that feels good, touch my ass some more…” I begged. I felt him kneel down behind me, and his warm, wet tongue enter my asshole. “Oh yeah, please, that’s SO good,” I exclaimed, his tongue widening my rear entrance slowly and pleasurably. “Do me, Ryan, please!” I begged. “Please, do me NOW!”

I felt him stand again, and felt a pang of loss when his tongue slipped out of my hole, but the thought disappeared when I felt the tip of his thick cock poking at my ass, searching for my hole. I wiggled my ass to help guide him in, and soon his dick was slowly easing into my tight anus.

“Oh, that’s good,” we both sighed at the same moment, then giggled together.

“Yes, do it, Ryan. Your cock is so hot in my ass. Please, fuck me! Oh yeah, yeah, YEAH, HARDER!” I exclaimed, as the length of his hardness stroked against my prostate, shooting sparks of electricity through my bowels. Meanwhile, Ryan’s hand was stroking my cock, which was fully stiff, and had long ago stopped peeing, though my bladder wasn’t near empty. The tip of his index finger rubbed across the residual pee in my piss slit, as well as the silkier pre cum that was now oozing out. “Yeah, your cock feels so nice in my hand, Jeff,” Ryan gasped. “And your ass is so tight on my hard cock!” He began pumping in and out of me, harder and harder. His other hand played with my balls, he was in complete control of my body, and I loved it!

“OH, MAN! FUCK! YOUR ASS IS MILKING MY COCK, BABY! SUCK MY COCK WITH YOUR ASS, LOVER!” Ryan shouted, as I flexed my rectal walls as best I could around his lovely penis. “OH, FUCK, FUCK! I’M GONNA CUM INSIDE YOU JEFF! OH, OHH, YEEEESSSSS, YEESSSSSSS!” I felt Ryan’s young cock expand, then shoot his load inside my eager and willing colon, filling me with his delicious white, sticky cum.

As Ryan shot, his hand on my cock sped up, and he played with my balls faster. Between the feeling in my ass, and my cock, I was ready to cum, too, and just seconds after Ryan, I shot my load all over the back of the toilet. We both stood together like that for a few minutes, as I felt Ryan’s beautiful dick slowly shrink inside my hole, as mine did in his warm grasp.

“That was fabulous,” I sighed. “I’d like to do that again, sometime,” I said as I turned to kiss him. Our lips met, our tongues dueled gently, and our hands roamed across each other’s body, feeling each other’s sweet body, finishing by caressing each other’s smooth, round ass cheeks. Ryan swiftly knelt down again, then, and turned me around so that he was facing my ass. His hands parted my ass cheeks, and I felt him reinsert his tongue in my anus again. He was licking up his cum out of my hot ass! I couldn’t believe the wonderful sensations, as he wiggled his sensuous tongue inside my being, and the slurping noises as he ate me out.

When he finished, stood up, and gave me a deep musk and cum flavored kiss, I then knelt in front of him to suck on his dick, licking off our joined flavors from his delicious young cock. I licked his rod from tip of his dimpled, circumcised head to his sack of balls hanging low under his dick. I then stood up after cleaning him, and rearranged his underpants as he fixed mine.

God, what an erotic boy I had found! I never wanted to leave him, with all the feelings he was churning up inside of me.

We then reluctantly replaced our clothes, and walked out to the garage, with my right hand inside his cutoffs, on his ass, with my middle finger stroking his hole; his left hand was inside my pants, holding and stroking my boner.

A quick check of the Caddy showed exactly zero damage to his car, so we didn’t need to worry about that.

“Come see me tomorrow, Ryan,” I said. It’s Saturday and we can spend the whole day together, doing, ohh, I don’t know what…” I said with a grin. He kissed me deeply on the lips, and said, “It’s a date, baby.”

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Seducing the President’s Son Ch. 01

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Hey guys! This story has a bit of a slow build, but I promise there’s plenty of sex and romance as the story goes on. And later chapters are LOADED with it. Enjoy!

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COLIN

Let me start out by saying that I never intended for any of this to happen. I didn’t know what Dominus’ true plans were. If only I had…

I can’t go back and change the past, Zach. All I can do is tell you the truth and hope that you’ll be able to forgive me.

You have to understand—Ecclesium is not a cult.

We were doing amazing things, we really were. Our mission was to change the world one step at a time. We were going to help people clear away the wreckage of their past, to free themselves of their own internal limitations so that their future could be whatever they wanted it to be.

At least, that’s what I used to believe.

My life before I joined Ecclesium looks like a dream when I look back on it. I grew up in Kansas City with a pretty privileged lifestyle, if I’m being honest. My parents were loving and supportive, don’t get me wrong, but I never had to work for anything or suffer through any real trauma.

When I was young I thought this meant that I was lucky, that I wouldn’t be bogged down by the same things that other people had. But Dominus helped me see the truth. He taught me that I was drifting through life, that I had taken my hands off the driver’s wheel and was simply going wherever the wind blew me.

I moved out to LA when I was 18 because I had it in my head that I wanted to make it as an actor. I thought that movie star good looks and a set of abs would be enough to help me make it out here. After all, my black hair, thick eyebrows, and sharp jaw had always gotten me cast as the romantic lead in all of the plays in high school. I figured taking on Hollywood would be a breeze.

I quickly realized that I wasn’t prepared for the amount of hard work being an actor actually called for. Guys like me were a dime a dozen out here. You couldn’t throw a stone without hitting another Joe six-pack looking to make it big. I needed a strong work ethic to succeed, but I was too unwilling to put in the time and effort to grind and achieve the things I wanted.

So, I began to stagnate. I took on a job first as a waiter, then a barista, then a personal trainer. I told myself that I was working these jobs to support me until I made it as an actor, but the truth is that I only went to a handful of auditions in my first five years of living in LA.

That was, until I joined Ecclesium. I first learned about them when a personal training client of mine invited me to one of their introductory workshops.

“What the hell is Ecclesium?” I asked. “It sounds like some kind of church group or something.”

“Trust me,” she said. “They will change your life.”

For better or for worse, she was right.

My first session started off relatively unimpressively. I sat in the back of a stifling room in a building off of Pico Blvd, sweating through my shirt. I remember thinking that the man at the front of the room was wearing a button-down shirt two sizes too big for him and wondering what I was supposed to get out of this guy.

Then he showed us a video explaining something called an R&R: Revisit and Reframe.

The goal of an R&R was to take something in your past and reexamine it, something that you felt was holding you back from achieving your dreams. By revisiting it with the help of one of Ecclesium’s senior delegates, you could relinquish the hold that this event had on your psyche and actually move beyond it.

I’ll be honest, it sounded like bullshit to me at first. Sure, it was nice in theory, the idea that all of our cages were mental. But I was skeptical at the idea that your life could change forever in the span of an hour.

Then I watched as the man worked with a woman from the audience. Her husband had just left her for another woman and she was practically falling apart onstage as she revealed to the audience what he had done.

I remember feeling distinctly uncomfortable as I watched her crying onstage, detailing all of the private and humiliating aspects of her marriage for us all to see. I didn’t understand why she was okay being put on the spot like this. Shouldn’t they be doing this somewhere more private?

But I watched as he talked her through the events, through the subconscious limitations she had placed on herself as a result of her husband’s infidelity.

She was unlovable. She was damaged. She would never be able to find happiness.

He went through her limitations with her one by one, rejecting and reframing each of them into active assertions. She was settling for men who would hurt her because that was what she thought she deserved. Her inability to allow herself to hope was holding her back from believing she could find someone who truly loved her.

I watched her become visibly lighter throughout the course of her R&R. kars escort He wasn’t holding back, unafraid to push back against her and challenge her. By the time the man had finished, it was like a different woman was sitting on the stage in front of me.

I was hooked.

I walked right up to the delegate after the session and asked him how I could get involved. He stared back at me with such intensity that I felt just as on the spot as that woman had been just minutes ago.

“What is it you want from us?” he asked.

I was taken aback. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered.

“Surely you must want something.”

“I want to be an actor,” I said, a little bit more confidently.

He nodded. “Many of our members are highly successful actors. Each of them credited Ecclesium with turning the tide in their careers. But it’s not something that’s going to happen overnight. Are you willing to put in the work?”

I nodded vigorously. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

He told me to sign up for one of their extended courses. Although it cost $1000 (which was more than twice as much as I had to my name), I was willing to pay it in order to be involved. I truly believed that Ecclesium could help me find success as an actor.

So, I charged it to my credit card and began my journey into Ecclesium. My first session proved a resounding success—my senior delegate quickly helped me see that my upbringing had inspired in me a fear of discomfort and hard work. By avoiding any form of discomfort, I was robbing myself of the ability to grow and to get ahead.

Once I was able to reframe this in my mind, it was like a flip had been switched in me. I was no longer drifting through life. I grabbed the wheel and took charge, driven by a new sense of motivation and purpose. Within weeks I was going to auditions left and right, showing up to open calls, throwing myself at any casting agent who would see me.

Soon the roles came pouring in. It started with small stuff: a role as an extra on a Disney channel show, a walk-on role in Days of Our Lives. But then I began booking actual roles. A speaking role on an episode of The Walking Dead, a recurring role on This Is Us. My big break, of course, came when I landed one of the lead roles of the newest Netflix show Chasing Emory.

People finally knew my name. I would walk down Crescent Heights and people would stop me and say, “Are you Colin Baker?” It was surreal.

I was no longer Colin, the lazy bum from Kansas City.

I was Colin Baker, heartthrob.

I took the money I earned from my newfound success and poured it back tenfold into Ecclesium. I signed up for course after course, hoping to earn my way up to the role of senior delegate. You see, Ecclesium gave me so much more than just success as an actor. It gave me a purpose, a sense of community. It’s one thing to see the changes happening in your own life. It’s another to walk through them with someone else, to see them transform in front of you as they cast off this weight that they didn’t even realize was there.

I quickly rose up through the ranks, aided no doubt by my overnight fame. Ecclesium liked to reward the rich and famous, that’s for sure. I brought in recruit after recruit, spreading Ecclesium’s message to everyone I could possibly reach. I was only 23 years old when I joined Ecclesium. By the time I was 25, I had already gotten the position of senior delegate, faster than anyone else in the organization.

I had also caught the attention of Dominus himself.

Dominus was a quirky fellow. With his long hair tied back in a man bun and a pair of horn-rimmed glasses, he looked more like a hipster than a 40-year-old multi-millionaire. But Dominus was also incredibly enigmatic. He had a way of seeing through all of your bullshit, of instantly engaging you in a way that made you feel seen.

The first time I met him, he was visiting the LA chapter to oversee the opening of our new Venice location. I was in charge of running it, having been awarded the position in what felt like the ultimate honor. He made a point of reaching out to me after the opening ceremony and we spent the entire night walking along the beach in Santa Monica.

I found myself instantly drawn to him. The way he spoke… it was like in one second, he was able to distill all of these complicated concepts into one succinct phrase. All of the emotions that I’d felt my entire life but could never express, he was able to enunciate with such clarity. He could read me like a book, and I instantly deferred to his better judgment.

We kept in constant contact through the next few years. Although the headquarters of Ecclesium were in DC, Dominus was bicoastal, frequently flying on his private jet back and forth the two cities to attend Ecclesium conferences and touch base with the senior delegates. I became one of his most trusted allies, keeping him apprised of the goings on of the LA chapter and identifying potential Hollywood recruits.

Just kars escort bayan after my 28th birthday, Chasing Emory was cancelled. We had just completed our fourth season and my career was seriously beginning to take off. I was being offered the lead in a blockbuster movie that would have made me over $1 million, but my work for Ecclesium made me reluctant to commit to something that would take me out of LA to film.

My manager told me that I was crazy, that I was giving up what could be a major career move all for some self-help group.

But I didn’t care.

Like I said, I believed we were doing incredible things. I thought it was my higher calling. And I had become Dominus’s de facto right-hand man. He trusted me with everything, letting me take the reigns of the entire LA chapter and make it my own.

Well, his own, really. I was nothing but a puppet of Dominus at this point, although I didn’t realize it. I talked like him, walked like him, and thought like him.

So when he told me about you, about what I would have to do to bring you into the fold, I did what I had always done: I did what I was told.

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When I got the call that Dominus wanted to see me in his office, I feared the worst. We had just had a negative piece written about us in the Atlantic, something that quoted a former disgruntled member named Stacy Chapman who had left the year before. The article claimed that we were a cult that masqueraded as a self-help group while robbing its members of their money and their ability to think for themselves.

I thought it was full of shit. After all the good we had done, it was unbelievable to me that people would want to attack us and slander our mission.

But Dominus had always explained that not everyone would understand the work we did, that we would be fighting against misperceptions in the media for as long as we lived in a world that allowed this kind of character assasination to go unchecked.

The real source of my shame, of course, was that I was the one who had brought Stacy into Ecclesium in the first place. I had seriously misjudged her, thinking that she would be a valuable and compassionate recruit who would be able to help us bring more women into Ecclesium.

How wrong I turned out to be.

So when I walked into his office, my head bowed in anticipation, I was fully expecting to get reamed out. To my surprise, I found him in bright spirits.

“Colin, come in, you spiritual gangster,” he said excitedly.

He beckoned me to have a seat in front of him.

Carl, his bodyguard, stared ahead with an expression that I couldn’t read. The man had always intimidated me, even though allegedly he was there to protect Dominus. After all, a great man like Dominus surely had enemies, no? But Carl always seemed to treat me like I was a threat, despite my trusted status.

I took a seat and stared at Dominus quizzically.

“I have a task for you,” he said.

That was how he always phrased it. I have a task for you. Usually it was something small, like taking a new member out to dinner or running a private R&R with a celebrity recruit. It didn’t matter what the task was—my answer was always yes.

“You know Zach Nelson, yes?”

“The president’s son?” I asked.

Everyone knew who you were. We’d never had a president with an openly gay kid before, and you had certainly made headlines for your outspoken opinions and sense of style. I had to admit, I admired how vocal you were about the things you believed in. You didn’t seem to care about what anyone else might think or what the headlines might say. You were just you.

Dominus nodded. “We want to bring him in. We think he’d be a good recruit to help get our message out there to a wider audience.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay… but why Zach Nelson? I mean, isn’t he just like, an artist or something? Why not a congressperson or someone a little more in the action?”

Dominus’ eyes shone. “Think about it. He’s got the ear of the most powerful man in the world. With him singing the praises of Ecclesium, we could get government funding. Enough to bring our mission throughout the entire world. You could be running R&Rs in Argentina, Tokyo, at the fucking G5 summit.”

I smiled. Dominus’ enthusiasm was infectious—all of his moods were.

He tapped a pen against the desk, scrutinizing me from behind his glasses. “It also just so happens that he’s a fan of yours.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Of mine?”

“Well, your character in Chasing Emory. He was interviewed for some gay magazine or other, and when they asked him who his celebrity crush was, he said-“

“Jason Middleton.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course. The name had followed me throughout the last four years, ever since I first got cast in the role. As you well know, Jason was a jock with a heart of gold, the studly football player who was just as comfortable on the field as he was chasing down criminals with his friends, escort kars a regular ragtag group of teen detectives.

The truth was, Jason and I were about as different as night and day. He was head over heels in love with his high school sweetheart, Cheryl, whereas the only serious girlfriend that I had ever had was Caroline.

Caroline and I had met at Ecclesium in LA, where we first started dating about a year into my training. The senior delegates were against it in a big way, telling me I was moving backward, that she was too new to be able to support me, and that I needed to focus on my training.

I couldn’t see it at the time, but they did everything they could to try to break us up. They would schedule me for hours and hours of training sessions anytime I wasn’t filming, which meant that I had no time to see Caroline. By the time I got asked to head up the Venice location, Caroline and I had grown so far apart that we decided to call it quits.

Jason and I were also different in that I didn’t know the first thing about sports, although to be fair I did spend my fair amount of time in the gym. But as much as I might look the role of the jock with my 6’2″ height and my muscular frame, I was much more of an introvert. I was passionate about things like film and television, which is why I had been so intent on pursuing a career as an actor. I loved to tell stories, to inhabit the roles of characters and come up with rich, detailed internal lives for them.

Maybe that’s why it was so easy for me to play the part that Dominus wanted me to play for you.

“We figured you would be the perfect person to bring him in,” said Dominus.

“How do you want me to go about it?” I asked. “Do you wanna arrange a meet and greet with him or something?”

“Not quite, man. We were thinking it might be easier if you… eased him into the idea of us. We don’t want to put him off, make him think we’re selling R&R. That’s not our brand, you know that. The best way to win him over is to gain his trust before you even bring up Ecclesium.”

I stared at him in confusion. “Gain his trust? You make it sound like I’m doing espionage or something,” I laughed.

Dominus folded his hands and looked at me over his glasses. “Dude, trust me. I’ve been bringing in recruits for years. I know when someone is ready to join the spiritual path and when someone needs a little push. Trust me, this is the way.”

He handed me a file. I opened it to find an airline ticket and a pamphlet for an art show.

“We want you to come to DC for a while. We have an apartment for you that’s rented out for the next few months. There’s no telling how long this could take, you should know that up front. But we do know he’s planning on attending the Capital art fair this upcoming weekend, which is why we got you a ticket.”

I opened the pamphlet to find a ticket with my name on it.

Dominus leaned back in his chair, putting his arms behind his head. “Now, he’ll be sure to be surrounded by Secret Service, but this shouldn’t be a problem for you. One look at you and something tells me he’s going to head straight for you.”

“I don’t know,” I said, setting the file on the desk. “I don’t like the idea of lying to him. I mean, didn’t you say that he had a crush on me?”

“Exactly!” exclaimed Dominus. “It’s the perfect in for you.”

“But I’m not gay.”

“It doesn’t matter. Just get to know him, talk up the character, tell him what the show is like, give him a little behind-the-scenes info. Then, once you’ve warmed him up a bit, we can start introducing him to what we’re all about.”

“I’m not sure,” I said. “This is a lot to take in.”

Dominus frowned. “I gotta say, Colin, I’m surprised. I’d think after what happened with Stacy Chapman you’d be looking for a way to mitigate some of the damage you did to Ecclesium.” He raised his hands. “I’m just saying, you have an opportunity here. It’s up to you whether or not you want to take it.”

I stared at Dominus. This was much bigger than any of the previous tasks he’d had for me, and something about what he was asking me to do felt wrong to me. Playing a role as an actor was one thing, but this felt duplicitous.

Unfortunately, I was more than used to overriding my gut intuition by this point. Ecclesium had taught us that these reservations were just self-imposed limitations we had to work through, and I trusted Dominus completely.

“All right,” I said. “When do I leave?

____________________

I arrived at the art gallery with my stomach in knots. I chastised myself for my nerves—what was wrong with me? I had frequented my fair share of red carpet events in Hollywood, exquisite galas and fancy dinners that would make this art fair seem tame in comparison.

But even when I knew my every move was being watched and photographed on the red carpet, with stylists picking apart my outfit and fangirls sharing pictures of me on Instagram, something about being the center of attention in that context suited me. It felt almost natural.

This, on the other hand, made my skin crawl. Not a soul was even looking my way, but I found myself feeling as though I were completely naked. Why was I so nervous? All I had to do was make contact with you, chat you up, secure another meeting. Simple.

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Run, Sweat, Push-ups…the past three weeks had consisted of those three words. Every day, every hour, every second, the mind was consumed by these three “tasks”. The men of Alpha company, if they weren’t running, sweating or doing push-ups, they were thinking about it, and usually within a few minutes they’d be partaking in it. Alpha Company was a part of the marines training company, in charge of turning boys into men. Unfortunately for the recruits, Alpha Company also was infamous for one instructor, Redlask.

Recruit Potter, was physically in shape, and breezed through the five am PT (physical training) sessions. However the memorization, the little sleep, the regulation, all of it got had gotten to him by week three:

“POTTER! Recite your general orders!” Redlask spat in his face, using a deep tone that bore into his soul.

“SIR, um, First general order is, um….” Potter meekly answered, awaiting the barrage that was sure to follow the stutter.

He knew he could recite the orders by heart, in fact he had memorized them by the beginning of week one, however Redlask always made him stumble all over himself. Redlask with his chiseled chin, the nose straight off a Grecian statue, rich brown eyes, and then the amazing ass which showed through giresun escort the sharp standard green drill instructor pants. The smokey-the-bear hat over-shadowed his face, until he lifted it right in front of you, bringing his usual full fury with it. It was especially difficult in the mornings, standing at attention in his white briefs. Potter feared the day when Redlask would pick him for the morning burn. The dual morning wood and Redlask’s intense voice made Potter on numerous occasions feel the bulge beginning to grow.

“That’s it Potter! Tonight, fire duty! Two shifts! I’ll make sure you use the extra time to learn your general orders,” Redlask yelled, somehow louder than the first time.

“SIR yes Sir,” Potter could only reply.

Fire duty was one of Redlask’s favorite punishments, that and the Pit. Potter had felt the burn of both. Fire duty was dull, boring, and often impossible to accomplish with dozing off. Someone had to sit up at 2 o’clock am, losing precious sleep while just watching the others contently sleeping. The next day always dragged on as it became even harder to stay awake and alert.

The Pit however may be a worse punishment. An hour or two of intense physical training in a seven giresun escort bayan by seven wood box filled with sand. The sand made the ‘high knees’ feel like a marathon and sets of push ups like being in a strong man competition. In the Pit time seemed to slow down, as minutes dragged on while the beads of sweat drenched the back of your shirt and soaked your balls. All this while having a drill instructor, usually Redlask, breathing down your throat, pushing you harder.

Potter was confused as to why Redlask had decided fire duty to be the more appropriate punishment. The last time Potter screwed up it had been a combination of the Pit and fire duty making the next day physically taxing from the sore muscles and lack of sleep. It was also new for Redlask to assign two shifts, meaning even less sleep. Potter knew tomorrow would not good smoothly, even as his dick got hard with the thought of Redlask.

That night Potter woke up with Redlask looming over him. As Potter’s eyes adjusted to the low light Redlask’s dark outline approached his ears.

“Get ready recruit, you’re going to become my bitch tonight”, said Redlask in his husky voice.

He immediately became hard, but before he could get up Redlask escort giresun grabbed his shirt and his hard cock. Squeezing hard on Potter’s dick Redlask lifted him out of his rack, and pressed a pre-cut piece of ducktape over Potter’s mouth. In surprise Potter tried to struggle, a poor decision. As soon as Potter’s arms made a move to flail Redlask’s fist came into his stomach, making Potter double over and moan into the ducktape. As he struggled to get up Redlask gave his cock another squeeze, this time aiming for the balls, brutally grasping and not letting go until Potter fell again to his knees.

Potter was in shock. It was embarrassing having a hard on with his drill instructor but then having Redlask notice by clenching his balls, it made Potter become afraid. Redlask remained silent throughout the whole encounter and his facial expressions were unreadable, molded into that stone cold glare. Potter’s thoughts spun from fear that Redlask would out him to the entire company.

Yet, before Potter could think more about it or even catch his breath Redlask was dragging him outside. His breath became ragged as he breathed through his nose, struggling for the air that disappeared due to his rude awakening. He finally got his bearings and realized Redlask was dragging him to the Pit. The moment that realization came his body was shoved into the sandy area, and he tripped over the wood planks outlining the box. Falling face first into the sand Potter struggled to get back up. And then a boot pressed down burying his face in the sand.

“Get ready for hell recruit”

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Brian, My First Gay Experience Ch. 04

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“This is the end of my first time gay story and the end of Brian and I however as you will see as one chapter of life closes another always opens. I am not a writer by any stretch of the imagination and I hope you will give me your honest feedback about my storyline, since I would like to know how interesting my life is to others.”

It had been a few weeks since I had gone to Brian’s college to visit him. The weekend ended with us watching the football game and partying with a few of his friends.

We had spoken a couple of times and Brian had seemed much more distant when I asked him what was wrong he told me he had been struggling with some of his courses and left it at that. I decided on Friday to go up to his school and surprise him so I packed my car told my parents I was going to be away until Sunday and headed there.

I had left so early that morning that I arrived while Brian was still in his classes, when I went to his dorm I found his door locked. I was leaving to go wait in my car when one of the friends we had partied with the last weekend I was here came up to me, his name was Manny.

“Manny”: Hi your Brian’s friend Bob, right?

“Bob”: Yes, I came up to visit him but didn’t realize he would be in class.

“Manny”: Well you can wait in my room; he won’t be back for a few hours.

“Bob”: Sure if you don’t mind, and we left for his room.

When we got to his room he told me to put my bag on the other bed and offered me a drink. It turned out that his roommate couldn’t take being away from home and had left school a few weeks earlier and he had the room all to himself, as long as the college doesn’t put someone else in with him he told me.

“Manny”: I hope you like screwdrivers since the only thing I have is vodka and orange juice.

“Bob”: Sure, I told him as we drank our drinks.

We had another drink or two before it was time for Brian to come back to his room, we left to go find him. We looked all over before we saw him coming around the corner near the library. Brian noticed us and came over to where we were.

“Brian”: Hi Bob what are you doing here?

“Bob”: “For some reason something didn’t sound right in hatay escort his voice, I couldn’t put my finger on what it was” I decided come up to see you.

“Brian”: Well I have a new roommate and he is here you won’t be able to stay in my room.

“Bob”: I didn’t think about that, I’ll have to figure something out then.

Just then Manny came over and broke into our conversation offering the spare bed in his room if I wanted. I thanked him and agreed I would stay there as long as he didn’t really mind.

“Brian”: That’s great thanks, but I have to go study now. Can we go out to the bar tonight when I get back? Manny why don’t you come with us.

“Manny”: No thanks.

I thought Manny’s sounded funny when he replied, almost as if he was mad about something but I couldn’t figure out what.

“Bob”: Manny come on join us, it’s the least I could do for letting me use your room.

“Manny”: Ok, I guess that would be fine thanks.

Brian left and we went back to Manny’s room, when we got there he made the spare bed up for me.

“Bob”: Is there something wrong between you and Brian? You seemed like you were mad about something.

“Manny”: Brian just did something I didn’t appreciate a few weeks ago, but don’t worry about me.

“Bob”: Is there anything I need to know about you two?

“Manny”: No I knew there was something going on between the two of you and would never have anything to do with breaking you guys up.

I was shocked when he said that, I didn’t know he knew about us and kind of felt funny that he knew I was gay. He must have noticed the look on my face since he reached over and grabbed my shoulder.

“Manny”: Yes Brian and I talked a lot about things since we were both gay. I introduced him to a few other guys in school that were also gay.

It felt like a weight had just been lifted off my chest, I didn’t know how I was going to hide it all weekend staying in his room.

“Bob”: Wow I am kind of glad you know it would have felt weird staying here wondering if you could figure it out.

We talked for a while and it seems he lived only two towns from where I was from and that hatay escort bayan he knew many of the same people I knew from my hometown but I had never seemed to meet him. After about a few hours a knock came to his door, it was Brian with a few friends, their names were Dave, Joe and Mike.

“Brian”: You guys ready?

We got to the bar; it was a small dimly lit place with a band playing. We went to a booth in the back that could sit six and ordered drinks. After a couple of drinks Mike asked Brian to dance he said yes and they went to the dance floor. Dave and Joe both went with them, it all happened quickly and it took me a few seconds to realize the only people dancing were guys and it hit me I was in a gay bar.

“Manny”: I see you didn’t know about this place!

“Bob”: No I didn’t, I have never been in one of these.

It was then that I turned and saw Brian and mike locked in a kiss on the dance floor groping each other’s crotch while dancing. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing; I must have had a shocked look on my face because Manny grabbed my hand.

“Manny”: Are you ok, I didn’t know how to tell you.

“Bob”: How long has this been going on?

“Manny”: A few weeks now since I introduced Brian to Mike.

“Bob”: I want to leave are you staying?

“Manny”: No let me go with you.

We walked back to his room, I was pretty wasted and he had to hold me from falling over a few times. I was going to pack my things and leave but he talked me into staying since he didn’t want me to get into an accident in the state I was in. He handed me a drink and we talked for a while it seems Mike was his boyfriend and that is why he sounded mad at Brian earlier.

“Bob”: I’m so sorry; I guess we’re in the same boat.

It was then that I noticed Manny more closely for the first time. He was Hispanic about 5′ 3″ tall with dark brown hair and eyes thin but not skinny, kind of well built for a small guy. My eyes went down to his crotch I could see a bulge starting to grow in his jeans. He must have seen me looking since he took my hand and put it on the bulge that was growing in his pants.

While I escort hatay was rubbing his cock through his jeans he reached over and stared rubbing my already hard cock, sliding his hand under the waist of my shorts to touch my bare cock. I pulled my hand from his jeans and took them off to uncover his cock. It was very long about 8 ½” but also very skinny my guess only a little over 2″, I have never seen one that thin before or since. He was also completely shaved including his balls, totally smooth my cock jumped when I saw it.

“Manny”: Now let’s see yours!

Manny undid my shorts and took out my cock, I was much shorter than he at only about 4 ½” and always thought mine was skinny at a little over 3 ¼” in circumference. Manny stood up and put his lips to mine and we locked in a long kiss.

We moved to the bed he had made up for while still locked in our kiss, I pushed him onto the bed and broke our kiss lowering my mouth to his cock. I had to run my tongue all over his bare skin that he had shaven all his hair from, my tongue touching his bare balls they were the smoothest thing it had ever felt.

“Manny”: Oh god yes that feels great.

It was then that I took his cock in my mouth taking it deeper with each stroke, it took several minutes and figuring how to position my head but I was able to take his whole cock in my mouth several inches sliding down my throat. A few minutes later I could feel his cock start twitching in my mouth as he suddenly shot his load I swallowed as it filled my throat.

“Manny”: Wow that was great, let me reciprocate.

Manny lower his head and took my cock in his mouth as he started to suck my cock. He was very skilled his tongue flicking against the walls of my cock with each thrust of his mouth as he went down on it. What seemed like an eternity I finally shot my load in his mouth, he wouldn’t release it until he had sucked every drop my cock had in it. We both collapsed on the bed Manny’s hand reached for my cock and he started slowly stroking.

“Manny”: Do you like that I shave?

“Bob”: Yes it is so smooth. I have to ask you how do you do your balls though?

“Manny”: Very carefully, as he laughed. Would you like me to shave you? I think you would look good bald.

I don’t know what I was thinking of cause I said yes and we decided to do it in the morning when we were both totally sober. But that story will be in the future. We both put our arms around each other and fell soundly asleep………….

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Billy

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This is a story of fiction. Author does not recommend unprotected anal sex.

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The personals section of the well-known Craigslist site provided a wealth of opportunity, especially for gay or bi men, and every week seemed to bring new men to the site. There were some fakes, of course, but most were like me, ordinary guys looking for casual sex. If I was traveling, it was easy to get on the site, select the state and city, and begin browsing. I was selective, and only hooked up with a few guys, but they were memorable. So, it was with great dismay when I learned that CL pulled the personals section. Later, I discovered that people were posting in the missed connections section. With nothing to lose, I gave it a try, putting up a post for Local Tops. I checked my email the next day, and wow, lots of responses. Most I deleted, since they were too far away, they were bottoms like me (can’t people read?), they were overly aggressive, or obvious fakes.

Of the few that I kept, one stood out, from billybob1989. A younger guy at age 28, his message stated that he lived nearby, was a total top, and was eager to meet. He hadn’t been with a guy in a long time, it said. It sounded good, almost too good, so I sent a message back, asking a few questions, and including front and back pictures of my body from the shoulders down. I had other things to do, so shut down the computer and left. That evening, I got back on, and saw I had new mail from billybob1989, with pictures attached. I opened those first. Wow, I hoped this guy was real! The first picture looked like it had been taken in a car. I could see legs and the steering wheel. His jeans were unfastened, and a nice thick cock was curving up at the camera, the head just poking through foreskin. The next was a picture from the side, probably in his bathroom, showing a slender body a normal amount of body hair. it was cut off just below his eyes, so I could see he had a whispy dark goatee. But the main feature was his cock, fully erect, curving out and up from his crotch. It was a big one, for sure.

I managed to pull myself from the pictures, and read the text. My own cock was throbbing with excitement, and my asshole twitched as I imagined that cock of his sliding up inside me. He answered my questions, saying he was clean, and had always been safe. He’d had a boyfriend, but they had broken up several moths ago. He worked a long shift every day at a local factory, but usually free in the late evening, and was willing to host. This was all sounding better and better, but I wanted to be sure. I sent another message, telling him I was sixty years old. Did he like older men? I attached pictures with close-ups of my cock and ass as well. A few minutes passed, and he responded. No pictures, just a nice response. He said he was definitely interested in meeting, and the fact that I was older just added to the thrill. He also said that he’d go as slow and easy as I wanted to, because he wanted me to have just as much fun as he did. The words rang true to me. I thought about it for a few minutes, and decided to go for it. I wasn’t going to have the chance every day to be with a guy his age. I sent the response, asking if he would like to meet, and in a very short time he answered YES.

After getting his address, I told him I was going to get nice and clean for him, and would elazığ escort bayan be there in 30 minutes or so, then I went through my usual routine, first an enema to clean out my insides, followed by a hot shower and lots of body wash. I threw on a cutoff and sweat pants, and left for his place. He lived in an older apartment building on the other side of town, just a few minutes away. When I got there, I parked away from the building, found his door on the ground floor, and knocked. My heart was beating fast, as it always did meeting a guy for the first time. Then the lock clicked, and the door opened. Just like his description, he was a few inches taller than my 5’8″, and slender. He was good looking in a dorky kind of way, his dark hair pulled back into a man bun. His facial features were soft, maybe even a bit feminine.

“Hey, hi, I’m Billy, come on in,” he said, stepping aside and waving me in. The apartment was small, without much furniture, but fairly clean. So far, so good.

“Nice place,” I said, “not the typical boar’s nest most single guys have.”

“Thanks. Yeah, I try to keep it clean.” Unlike his face, his voice was deep and masculine. “Well, come on back to the bedroom.” He shut off the light, and led the way to his bedroom. The bed wasn’t made up, and a few clothes were laying around, but it wasn’t bad, so when he pulled off his t-shirt, I did the same. When he pulled down his shorts and stood up, I got my first look at his cock. Most of the time, they look bigger in pictures than in real life. His, if anything, was bigger. It wasn’t fully erect, sticking out from his crotch and curving down, but was still a good eight, maybe nine inches long. The head was fat with a prominent crown. I had a moment of misgiving, wondering if I could handle it. I’d taken a couple of good sized cocks in the past, 7 inches plus, and had really liked the way they filled me up. Billy’s however, was not only longer but also thicker. It was going to take a lot of lube, and going slow at first. I climbed into bed next to him, and we started off by making out.

He was a good kisser, and obviously liked it, rolling his tongue over and around mine while letting his hands roam over my body. I did the same, and in no time we were both hard, oozing precum from the heads. His cock dwarfed my six incher when they rubbed together.

“Mmm, you’re going to have to take it easy on me,” I said when I came up for air. He gave me a soft kiss.

“Oh yeah, definitely. I’m pretty big. I’ll ease it in, until you get used to it, then I’ll go slow as you want.” He seemed sincere, so I relaxed, and picked up where we left off, sliding my hand down his chest, following the trail of curly black hair across his belly until it came to the base of his cock. Wrapping my hand around it, it felt just as big as it looked. Gripping it lightly, I stroked up to the head, and back down to the base, feeling it twitch in my hand.

“Aaah,” he breathed into my mouth. His hand moved down my back until it cupped my ass, and I felt a finger probe at the puckered ring of my ass, rubbing around the brown ring, trying to get in. I let go of his cock and sat up.

“Let me get some lube,” I said, giving him a kiss and getting out of bed. I found the tube in the pocket of my sweats, and smeared a good amount elazığ escort on the out ring, and also pushed some inside. I turned around and caught me breath at the sight of him, laying stretched out on the bed in the faint light through the window, lazily stroking his cock. I got in bed on my knees next to him, and bent over, taking the fat head into my mouth. I’ve never been able to deep throat, and it wasn’t going to happen today either, not with this monster. But I sucked my lips down under the head, and started working the sensitive skin with my tongue, bobbing my head up and down at the same time.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, “I love getting sucked.” His hand cupped my ass again, finding my hole with a finger. This time, it slipped right in, making my ass tingle with delicious sensations. I kept sucking and licking his cock head, swallowing the salty precum oozing out, and gently stroking the shaft with my hand. I glanced up at him, and saw his eyes were shut tight, his mouth open, making little noises as his hips jerked and twitched. My own cock was leaking precum like crazy too, dribbling down and wetting the sheet. I was incredibly turned on, forgetting my earlier unease at taking Billy’s thick cock, caught up in the excitement of the moment.

“Mmm, you do that good,” he murmured. “You gonna swallow my cum?” I pulled my mouth off his cock and looked at him, while still slowly jacking him.

“I can, but I’d rather have it in my ass. You want to fuck me?”

“Yeah, that would be awesome,” he said, raising up on his elbows. “You have any condoms?”

Shit! I assumed he had some, and didn’t bring any. And I damn sure wasn’t going to home to get some. In my heated state, I threw caution out the window.

“Nope, sorry. But we can do it without, if you’re okay with it?” He didn’t say anything right away, and I had a moment of panic, thinking I’d messed up.

“Yeah, I guess,” he said with a shrug. “Never went bare before.”

“I have, a long time ago, I think you’ll like it. I’m clean, you’re clean, it’ll be okay.” As I said that, I took the lube, and squirted some on his cock, and started spreading it up and down its length. He watched me do it, his eyes gleaming and his breathing coming fast. After putting a nice coat of lube on his cock, I reached back and gave myself some more, then lay the tube down.

“How do you want me?” I asked.

“Let’s start out standing up,” he said, “then we can try something else.

I got out of bed, and spied a chair by the wall. Turning it around, I grabbed the top, then stretched out my body and spread my legs, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. I felt Billy’s hands on my hips, then the shaft of his cock in the cleft between my ass cheeks. He rubbed it up and down a couple of times, then pulled back. Moving a hand to his cock, he put the head against my hole, and gently pushed in. I let out a deep breath, and pushed my ass ring out, trying to open it up. Billy pushed harder, and I felt the ring start to stretch. This was always the painful part, especially if it had been a while. The familiar burn started, grew, then suddenly became intense as the head stretched my hole open and pushed through the ring.

“Ah…Fuck!” I gasped out. Billy stopped, and pulled out. Whew, that hurt, but I knew the escort elazığ worst was past. I clenched my asshole a couple of times, then told him to try again. This time, he went right in, and started to slowly borer his way deeper.

Each time, he’d pull out until only the head was in, then push in a bit deeper than before. My cock had gone soft when the pain hit, but was hard again, and I watched drips of clear precum dribble out, then drop on the floor under me. When he pushed back in each time, the head would bump against my prostate, sending jolts of sensation through my insides.

“God, you’re tight, but it feels so fucking good,” he groaned. “You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fucking awesome. Never had one this big before.”

“Fuckin A, man, going bare feels waaaay better. I’m gonna cum pretty quick though.”

“Told ya. You want to finish like this?” I asked. At this point, I was going to do what ever he wanted, I just wanted him to keep fucking me.

“Uh, let’s change positions.” He stopped, and slowly withdrew. When he pulled out, my asshole gaped open, and I shivered as the cool air went up inside.

“Get on the bed, on your back, I’ll lay on top of you.”

I did as he wanted, and got in position, pulling my legs back out of the way. Billy got on his knees up next to me, and putting his cock in place, sunk it in me. At the same time, he lowered his body down onto mine, and wrapped his arms around my neck. This is one of my favorite positions, especially if my partner is hung. I wrapped my arms around his back, and crossed my ankles behind his lower back. Tied together and entwined, we kissed each other, and Billy started to fuck me again. In this position, the pressure on my prostate was continuous, giving me pleasure like never before. All pain and discomfort was gone. I was totally focused on the young stud holding me tight as he plunged his big cock into me. Billy was going faster now, breathing hard and grunting on every stroke. I could feel my orgasm starting to grow, the stimulation inside me pushing me along. I didn’t want it to stop, but the friction on his cock was working it’s magic.

“Mmm, gonna cum soon,” Billy whispered.

“Okay man, do it, cum inside me,” I breathed into his ear. He held me tighter, and picked up his pace, giving me several fast shallow strokes.

“Ah fuck…uungh,” he groaned and drove his cock into me, all the way to the hilt, cum spewing out of the tip. he pulled out, and shoved back in, three more times, then he was done. We stayed in that position for several minutes, letting ourselves settle down, then Billy pulled out and rolled off me. I let me feet back down on the bed, and felt his cum oozing out. He looked over at me, and seeing my cock was still hard and straining, moved around until his head was at my waist, then sucked my cock in, and gave me a short intense blowjob. I arched my back and blew my load into his mouth. Then he moved up and kissed me, letting me taste my cum too.

I spent the night, and got fucked again before dawn, waking up to feel him spooned up against my back, and rubbing lube into my ass. Then he gave me a very slow and pleasant fucking on my side, cumming in me, then stroking my cock until I blew all over his sheets. We got together several more times, going bare every time. I knew it was too goo to last, and sure enough, he told me one day he had met a guy that was a bit younger than him, and was going to go out on a date. I thanked him for being honest, and we parted. A few months later, I met a couple that closer to my age, and they introduced me to group sex, but that’s a story in itself.

The End

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Black Man’s Paradise: Forever

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Yo, what’s up? This is your man Teejay Overman speaking. I’m currently in Brentwood, Long Island, staying at my uncle Larry Smith’s house. I’m a big and tall young black man from Boston, Massachusetts. Vacations are fun and this is my third visit to Long Island. What can I say, I like the city. The beaches, the sand and the towns are beautiful. I’m having the time of my life. Doing everything I can and enjoying myself. It’s a much-deserved vacation. I’ve endured all kinds of hell this year. Word up. So much drama at home and at school. I am basically a magnet for freaks. Well, not anymore. I’m on vacation, bitch! This brotha needed to relax!

Back in Boston, I attend Aristotle College, a small, four-year private school located in downtown Boston. It has approximately three thousand students. At first glance, it looks like a nice school. It has four dorm buildings, two for men and two for women. Unfortunately, the place is filled with drama queens, troublemakers and posers. It’s often in the news and almost never for something positive. And for a young black gay man, it’s not exactly a safe or positive environment. Still, what was the alternative? I am originally from Brockton. My father, Jose Overman and his wife, Louisa Almond decided to ditch me after they found out that I was gay. Oh, well. To hell with them. I won myself a scholarship to Aristotle College and decided to make something out of myself. I’m a driven man, not some chump who rolls over when the going gets tough.

When I first got on campus, I liked it. The school had an even number of men and women. The school’s official demographics looked promising. Fifty percent male and fifty percent female, forty percent Caucasian, twenty six percent African-American, twenty percent Hispanic and fourteen percent Asian. Aristotle College also had a pretty decent sports program, especially considering the school’s size. They had Men’s Intercollegiate Basketball, Baseball, Soccer, Bowling, Volleyball, Gymnastics, Golf, erzurum escort Tennis, Lacrosse, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Wrestling, Water Polo, Sailing and Football. For women, they had Softball, Basketball, Volleyball, Golf, Soccer, Tennis, Lacrosse, Bowling, Swimming, Ice Hockey, Gymnastics, Water Polo, Rugby, Field Hockey and Sailing. The sports were all Division Three, meaning that student-athletes played because of love of the game rather than athletic scholarships.

I joined the Football team shortly after enrolling. I’ve always loved football. Ever since I was much younger. Yes, gay men love football. And not just for good-looking bodies. I focused on my studies and playing sports. There was drama happening around Aristotle College but I tried my best to ignore it. But it’s not easy for a six-foot-six, 260-pound black man to casually walk through life unseen. I tend to get noticed. Joining the football team the year it won its division championship wasn’t a low-profile-enhancing move either. But I’ve got a passion for the sport and I can’t simply turn it off. When I was younger, I played football every damn day. Just me and the neighborhood brats. Guys and sometimes girls who loved the game. It was all in good fun.

In college, I found the last thing I was looking for. All I wanted was to survive and maybe have a chance at a better future. I certainly wasn’t looking for love. Then I found it. What did love look like? Allen Emerson, of the Aristotle College Men’s Basketball team. A six-foot-five, lean and muscular, golden brown, sexy-as-hell, totally awesome black stud. There was a guy who had it all. I mean, he was so damn fine. The face of a model, the body of an Olympic athlete and the brains of a frigging rocket scientist. A graduate of Boston College High School now dazzling the gentlemen and ladies of Aristotle College with his sheer athletic prowess.

My Dream Guy came from an impressive background. His father, Lawrence Emerson escort erzurum was a local district attorney. His mother, Leona Spears was the president of Saint Guillermina College, an all-female prep school. He was dating a gorgeous young woman named Christina Wallace, daughter of James Wallace, president of Aristotle College. Yes, he had everything going on for him. For a long time, I admired him from afar. I yearned for him. Until he discovered that I liked him. And he liked me back. We began seeing each other in secret. Nobody suspected anything. We were star athletes at one of New England’s best colleges. Two handsome, gay black college men falling in love. How about that?

Well, I may have exaggerated a fact. Allen Emerson wasn’t gay. He was bisexual. A lot of people confused the two. He was drawn to me, but very much cared about Christina, his centerfold-like girlfriend. Christina Wallace was something, folks. Six feet tall, lean and athletic, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. She had a body athletes would envy. She was the captain of the Women’s Softball team. Oh, and she was also a Sorority Girl. How about that? Yes, in many people’s eyes, she was perfect. A wonderful gal. Unfortunately, Allen had needs that she wouldn’t understand. The guy’s a complete bisexual. He likes both men and women. I understood that and gave him all the masculine love and affection he so desperately craved.

We would meet in his dorm and hang out. Other times, we would watch movies together and play ball. We went to restaurants and yes, even danced together under the moonlight in an empty warehouse backyard. I fell in love with Allen. I loved kissing him and also holding him in my arms. I hated when he would leave in the early morning. I didn’t know where our relationship was going. Could two black men have a loving relationship at one of America’s most conservative colleges? Well, we tried. Allen was conflicted from the beginning. Apparently, erzurum escort bayan I was the first gay man he ever had sex with. I was the first gay man he ever kissed. I was happy to be his first. He was so scared of being found out. I shared his fear. My teammates from the football squad wouldn’t take too kindly to my being gay. If anyone ever saw Allen and I having an intimate or compromising moment together, we’d be toast. They’d run us out of town. We had to be careful. We tried desperately to make it work. I tried not be jealous on nights when Allen would be out with Christina. He really liked her. I tried to be patient. But eventually what I feared would happen took place. Allen left me for Christina. He chose to go the straight route.

I fell into a deep depression. My GPA slipped from 3.98 to 2.75, which would be considered okay for most students but guess what? I’m not most people. I’m a bright student! Life sucked. I only thought about Allen twenty thousand times a year. I thought about him, his smile and his sexy body. Whenever I imagined him, I saw Christina in the picture and got filled with rage. I hated my life. I couldn’t come out in college. When I came out to my parents, they treated me like I was the Antichrist. After that event, I resolved to keep my business to myself. The world was homophobic. I had to deal with it. Yet when I met Allen, I thought things were going to change. I thought I could find love. I thought I could be a gay black man playing college football in America while having a wonderful relationship with another man. I thought I could have it all. But it was all a dream. So much for dreams. They’re for suckers.

So, to save my sanity, I escaped from Boston and went to Long Island for the summer. I’m in a new city. My uncle is a cool guy. You see, he’s the only openly gay person in the family. He told me that I was welcome to stay with him this summer. Especially since the other side of the family was treating me like shit for being queer. Now, I’m in Long Island. It’s June 2008. I return back to Aristotle College in September 2008. Ready for another college football season, tough classes and so much more. For the time being, I’ll enjoy the sun and the beach. To hell with men, women, sex, college life and gay politics. I’m taking care of me!

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