The Beginnings of My Adventures Ch. 01

The Beginnings of My Adventures Ch. 01

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This is my first story detailing one of my early adventures. These involved a lot of risk, including online meet ups, outdoor play, researching known cruising spots and trying to figure out how everything worked in the world as an eager and horny 18 yr old.

This is just one of my many adventures.

After spending way too long on my computer looking at as many websites with boobs, sex and any other key words that I could think of I stumbled across an Ad for a certain “Discreet Gay Website”. My curiosity immediately got the better of me and I clicked the Ad and within minutes I had a 7 day free trial account set up.

This was an eye opening experience for me as it has led to great adventures over the last 15 or so years on many different occasions. It was this day that I learned that cruising was not just driving around town in your car with friends, it had a way more interesting meaning that I was determined to experience.

I found just the right place where I could have a solid cover story if I ran into someone I knew or heaven forbid the police.

I found myself standing in front of my mirror, heart racing with fear and excitement of what I was about to embark on.

5’10”, 195ish lbs of rugby player build, short dark blond hair, blue eyes and a recently shaven body (everyone was doing it then), I took a deep breath and with a nod to myself decided its time.

I threw on a loose baggy shirt, a loose pair of running shorts (think rugby shorts but one size too big for a nice breeze), socks and shoes.

My heart was racing. I told myself it’s fine. If anyone asks you’re out for a run getting ready for the season. I could feel my cock begin to swell slightly, raising itself off my shaven balls.

I got in the car with a two half gallon bottles of water and began the 20min drive to the boat ramp/park/walking trail area.

It was a hot summer afternoon and I felt the whole way like the sun was trying to burn me before I made it to my destination. I had already drank one of the bottles before I finally arrived.

There were two large paved parking lots along the water with playgrounds, outdoor grills and a bathroom building between them. I scanned the entire area and noticed there was a small party at one of the grills and a couple of parents watching their children on the playground.

I continued on past the paved parking lots to the gravel one at the very end of the road, this was described as the place to park when cruising.

I grabbed my water bottle, locked the car and hid the key as I did not have any pockets and started down the trail. From my research I knew that this trail was infrequently used by regular visitors to the park, it traveled over a wetland so in some places it was made of sand and others it was a raised wooden path through the mangroves and above the tide line. I walked past a couple of different men headed back to the main park area but didn’t get any kind of vibe from them. I started to notice on the sand trail every now and then other smaller worn trails that people must sometimes take. I figured I would need to explore these a different day. I was determined to make it to the “bird viewing area” as described on the website as the best location to meet someone with the same interests. I was starting to wonder if maybe I was going the wrong way as I felt I had been walking for quite a long time. That water I had drunk was catching up to me so I stepped off the trail for a moment and found a tree where I couldn’t be seen (I was still very nervous about being caught doing anything), I pulled my short leg up and let my cock hang down freely in the sunlight and relieved a long needed stream. The sun warming my cock made it swell again and I decided if I didn’t find anyone I could always find a tree again and take care of my, by this point, aching balls myself.

I continued on the trail and one bend later I found what I was looking for. The viewing area was a small hut at the end of a long walkway out toward the water through the mangroves. There were benches on either side right before the hut. The hut had two large signs that required you to walk around in a Z pattern to the large window like opening looking out to the ocean. I immediately knew why this place was a hit. You had ample time to peak under or around the signs to see someone coming, the wooden walkway would also be a good early warning device, if anyone coming was detected early enough you could situated yourself before they arrived and would be very hard to prove what was happening before they got to you.

The only concern I had was there was only one way in and out and if someone I didn’t want to encounter arrived I would be stuck.

This was pre iPhone so I had nothing but the signs describing what birds could be observed from the platform to keep myself occupied while I was waiting for someone else to arrive. I quickly read some so if questioned I could say it was a school project to try view a bird or something similar at minimum as a weak cover.

It wasn’t tandoğan escort long before I could hear someone coming down the walkway toward my location. My heart was practically trying to leave my body at this stage, I had no where to run or hide. My mouth immediately dried up so I took a big gulp of my water to attempt to calm myself and stared intently out to the ocean trying to my best to be seen as looking for something in the blue water.

Before I knew it a man I’m guessing mid 30’s appeared next to me and stared out to the water also.

I looked out of the corner of my eye the best I could. He was taller than me maybe 6′ 220ish lbs, he had a hat and sunglasses on, a t-shirt tucked into khaki shorts, white socks and a pair of new balances on. My mind was screaming he is either here for the same thing I am or he is a cop. I was too afraid to make a sound let alone a move so I continued to be interested in the water.

I could see some faint movement beside me, I quickly tried to focus out of the corner of my right eye to identify what was happening. His forearm was slowing rising and falling. I turned the slightest bit I could to see more of him. He was rubbing a large bulge in the front of his shorts.

I decided to mirror him and started gently massaging my cock through my shorts.

This must have been the sign he was looking for as he turned to face me, slowly unzipped and pulled out a thick cut 6″ cock that appeared to be growing, accompanied by a very large set of hairy balls. He inched closer to me and began slowly stroking himself while watching me. I was frozen watching the sun reflect off the pre cum that was forming at his opening, watching his knob a deep purple/red swell and cock hardening.

I reached out a hand and took a hold of him, I began slowly stroking him with one hand while I squeezed his heavy balls with the other. He grunted and groaned with every squeeze, push and pull. He reached his hand up behind my head and pulled me toward him, as he did this I also felt him pushing me down. I got the hint. I dropped to my knees, his cock less than an inch from my face, I could faintly smell his sweat, I took a firm grip at the base of his cock and pulled my hand upward, a large drop of pre cum was about to be wasted so I stuck my tongue out and caught it. It tasted just like my own, sweet with a tiny bit of saltiness, I took him in my mouth.

His cock had hardened to a full and very thick 7″. I wrapped my right hand as best I could around the base and took his balls in my left and continued my squeezing and pulling of them. I could tell he was enjoying this treatment. I opened my mouth wide and engulfed what I could of what felt like his coke can of a cock. I forced myself uncomfortable down his shaft, with my mouth stretched I could feel the corners begging for me to stop. I felt his knob pushing at the back of throat, I raised back up before I began to choke and took a deep breath. His hand was once again at the back of my head, I lined his cock up again and attempted to swallow him once again. This time he hit my gag reflex and I pulled back quickly. I had strings of saliva and pre cum hanging between his thick knob and my lips before falling to the floor. My eyes were watering and in my mind I was beginning to second guess my abilities but the feeling in my cock was telling me I needed him back in my mouth more than I desired the ability to breath.

He then placed both of his strong hands on the lower half of the back of my head. I knew what was about to happen and accepted his cock back through my parted lips. I was no longer in charge of this session. I took a hold of his shorts with each hand and let him begin using my mouth. Thankfully he was interested in slowly enjoying the feeling of my mouth stretching, his cock fully engulfing any space unoccupied, hitting the back of my throat, me gagging and drooling everywhere, gasping for air once he removed his tool and repeating this process for what felt like hours but was actually only a couple of minutes.

I could see the sweat shimmering on his hairy arms right beside my face, I was drenched in sweat and other bodily fluids, my knees on the wood boards were beginning to burn but I was determined to satisfy him. He pulled me back down his cock and started fucking my face again. I was lost in my lust to ensure he left here happy.

His pace quickened and I realized that our adventure was coming to its final stages. I did everything I could to not gag and stop him, I once again grabbed his balls and squeezed a lot more forcefully than earlier. This was all the extra stimulation he needed. With one final thrust I felt the balls in my hand spasm and contract, I knew what was coming.

He unloaded shot after glorious shot of well needed and hard earned daddy cum. If I wasn’t sealed tight from this man I wouldn’t have been able to swallow all he was offering. I felt like I was going to drown. I gulped and gulped as he continued pulsing in my tunalı escort mouth. Finally it subsided and he withdrew with a soft pop. There was a single thick glistening string hanging from his rapidly softening cock so I quickly put his knob back in my mouth and made sure to squeeze any of my remaining award from him before releasing him for the final time.

He stepped back from me, tucked himself away, zipped and proceeded to leave with neither of us ever saying a single word. I stood up finally after he was out of sight on very shaken legs and took a big gulp of my water again. It was only now that I was aware of how hard my cock was and the stickiness I was feeling on my inner thigh. I didn’t want to come alone so I once again waited to see if anyone else would come by.

My cock had mostly subsided and I had gotten my breath back when I once again heard feet on the path, this time not only feet but voices. There was more than one. I started to panic. Who would be coming down here together? Police? Two normal guys out for a walk? Dads ahead of theirs families?

Too late to do anything but stand there frozen in fear, my cock undisciplined and hoping for more action started to swell. Not now I thought, if these guys aren’t here for the same thing I am, it’s going to be very difficult to talk my way out of this situation especially with my cock stretching my shorts and a wet spot growing from my pre cum soaked cock head.

They rounded the sign and saw me staring out to sea.

“Hey, how’s it going” said Man 1.

“Pretty good” I choked out.

“Watching some birds?” Said Man 2.

I just nodded unable to talk.

“You must really like birds to have your cock as hard as that.” Said Man 1. Nodding toward my straining shorts.

They were both smiling as I turned to look at them, I felt a sense of relief as both of them were rubbing their cocks now in front of me.

“We are gonna go for a walk, you should come with us.” Said Man 1.

“Yeh by the looks of it, you need to find somewhere to relax.” Said Man 2.

“Ok” I said.

Man 1, about 5’10”, slim, maybe 40 years old with a surfers tan and brown messy hair to match, led the way and Man 2 about 5’7″, also slim and tanned with short blonde hair, probably mid 30’s, followed me. I could feel his eyes burning through my shorts, I knew when the sun hit right he could easily see through them with the sweat and sheer material combination. We walked a little way down the track until Man 1 turned and walked toward the water into the long grass and trees. I continued to follow him and noticed we quickly weren’t visible from the main track. Man 1 found a small clear area in the trees and turned to me then slid his shorts half way down his legs to reveal a nice smooth shaved cock. I felt Man 2 bump into me from behind and lean into me like he was encouraging me to walk over to Man 1. I complied and Man 1 began to smile and stroke himself.

Man 2 started to roam my upper body with his hands, he pinched and tugged at my nipples, exploring my entire torso all the while breathing and nibbling on the back and sides of my neck. It felt like electric shocks were running through my body, while he was doing this Man 1 had taken my hand and placed it against his growing member. I knew what was desired because I also desired the same thing, I started gently stroking him taking my time not wanting to rush this experience. Man 2 raised my shirt over my head and then continued his assault on my body with his hands and now mouth. I felt him tug at the waistline of my shorts and encountering no resistance from me he pulled the waistband out and freed my now rock hard 8″ cut cock. I stepped out of my shorts without being prompted, Man 2 took a firm hand around the base of my cock and squeezed so hard I thought the end of my cock would explode. He then released and I felt the blood rushing back, it only heightened the moment for me. Then both men placed their hands on my shoulders and with little pressure I dropped to my knees in the sandy grass. I noticed that Man 2 had also pulled his shorts down and had revealed another shaven, thin cut cock. I took one in both hands and worked them.

I took Man 1 into my mouth first. His cock now to it’s fully hard 7″. He was thinner than the last and I was able to let him hit the back of my throat without feeling like I was going to die. It took me no time to feel his balls resting against my saliva covered chin. Not wanting Man 2 to feel left out I turned my attention to his beautifully shaped cock. He was easily 9″ long but very thin. I licked down the length and sucked on each of his balls before running my tongue back to his knob to collect the pre cum that was now making itself available to me.

I continued to alternate between Man 1 and Man 2’s cocks and balls. I could feel the sweat running down my lower back as the sun shined through the trees on this beautiful scene of me, naked, except for socks and shoes, servicing these two older türbanlı escort men only mere feet off a walking trail.

Man 2 held my head like the guy from earlier and starting slowly fucking my mouth, pushing his cock deeper with each stroke, I guess he decided he needed his balls to touch my chin also. I felt him push against my gag reflex, I took a breath and let him work down past it. I could feel him in my throat inching further down until he too had buried himself to the hilt. He then slowly withdrew and continued the assault on my throat.

While this was happening I hadn’t noticed Man 1 had walked around and was behind me. I felt his hands start to explore me, he was kneading my butt strongly, I was on all fours accommodating Man 2 and he still had his hands firmly holding my head, when I felt Man 1’s spit covered fingers start to apply pressure to my hole. I was busy concentrating on breathing when my air way wasn’t being blocked and this new feeling was sending my body into overdrive. Before I knew it two fingers, don’t forget to breathe, 3 fingers, breathe, more spit, breathe, more pressure, something bigger than his fingers, breathe, pain, breathe, the feeling of his shaft sliding until his hips bumped against my cheeks, his balls gently hitting my own, breath and then I uncontrollably groaned loudly at the shear pleasure I was now encountering.

My mind had completely abandoned the thought this was in public and anyone who happened to step off the path for a quick leak would happen upon me, filled with cock on both ends, saliva running from my chin to Man 2’s swinging balls, naked and oozing pre cum everywhere in the sandy grass. Man 1 sensed I was accepting of this new situation and started to pull out until his cock had almost completely exited me and buried himself again. I groaned loudly again and Man 2 thrusted back down my throat. My cock was straining for some attention but I knew if I touched it there was no abstaining from my impending explosion. So I focused on my task at hand. Man 1 thrusted again and again, his pace quickening, I didn’t care anymore if the whole world heard us/me, anything. I could have happily screamed at the top of my lungs that I was being a good cock whore for these two mystery men.

I could hear the slapping sounds our body’s were making, I was slurping and gulping Man 2’s cock wanting to please him. Man 1 was building to a finish. His fingers were buried into my sides. He thrusted harder and harder until he pulled me all the way against him, his cock swelled and he shot rope after rope into me. Man 2 let Man 1 and me enjoy his climax by leaving just the end of his cock inside my lips. I moaned while Man 1 growled as his balls emptied. His orgasm finally subsided and I felt drops of sweat hit my back as he recovered bent over me. He slowly withdrew his meat and with a pop exited me. I felt so empty as his warm cum overflowed from my hole. Man 1 used my lower back and ass to help him regain his feet and more cum oozed from the pressure he was putting on me.

Man 2 had also pulled his cock from my mouth and left me desperate for attention at either hole. He took Man 1’s position behind me and lined his member up with my well lubricated opening. I felt his head easily push into me followed by all 9″s of him. Once again my senses were in overdrive and I was back on the bliss plane of serving this new cock. My eyes were closed and I was focusing on the slap, slap, slap as it felt like his long cock was trying to enter my stomach. I felt what I thought was Man 1 moving around in front of me in the grass. I lazily opened my eyes to see two new cocks in hands. I then, realizing my situation quickly opened my eyes all the way to see these new faces, smiling take up position in front of my face. I was using my hands to brace myself from the hard fucking I was receiving so I just opened my mouth and bobbed from one to the other. Both were older hairy men probably 50’s, heavier and looked like they couldn’t believe their luck to stumble across this naked young man servicing two guys. Both their cocks were shorter and fatter than the others. 6″ or so, cut and both smelled heavily of sweat and musk.

Man 2’s pace was quickening and I could sense he was getting ready to add to my already cum filled hole. I was pushing back to meet each thrust now. I stopped worrying about the other two and wanted to focus on him finishing. Like Man 1 he grabbed my hips and thrust until his balls collided with mine and groaned loudly as he also pumped what felt like a gallon of cum into me. He stayed there buried as deep as he could possibly go until his spasms subsided. He slowly withdrew and popped out of me. I felt a torrent of spent fluid running off my balls and down the inside of my legs. I felt him get up, he and Man 1 both said “Thanks we needed that” and fixed themselves and left the clearing. I was exhausted and satisfied at the same time.

One of the new men said “What a hot little fuck toy you are. I bet in your state there’s nothing you wouldn’t do, would you?”

I looked up at him a little concerned but also he was right, I was a dirty fucking slut once I got going and there wasn’t much I wouldn’t be willing to do once I got to this level of horniness. But I didn’t want to say that just yet, incase I regretted it. So I thought for a second and said “What do you have in mind?”

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Falling for My College Buddy

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I picked my phone up from the nightstand and looked at it. Almost 3:00 a.m. Someone must really hate me. I’d rung in the new year watching the ball drop on TV, had a celebratory glass of champagne, and sang Auld Lang Syne…all by myself. I kept the TV on for a little while afterward to watch some more of the festivities, and shuffled off to bed around 1-ish, so it was a rude awakening almost two hours later to be snatched from my dreams by the sound of incessant banging on my condo door. Whoever this was at my door owed me big time! I had just gotten to the good part of a particularly sexy dream where I was having a three way with the DILFy head coaches of two NFL teams from cities in the northern portion of the U.S.

My eyes still bleary from being rousted from my slumber, I yanked the door open, prepared to fight whatever inconsiderate asshole was on the other side. However, all of my anger dissipated in an instant when I saw Brett standing there, looking like a sad little puppy who had the weight of the world on his shoulders.

“Brett…?” the minute his name escaped my lips, I heard how heavy with sleep my voice was. “What’s…what’s going on?”

“Hey… I’m really sorry to wake you up. Can I come in?”

If I’d been more alert in the moment, I might have asked a few other questions. Instead, I stood aside and motioned him in.

“Did you call or text me and I missed it?” I could still hear the sleep in my voice, but I felt like my head was starting to clear.

“No. I figured you’d be asleep already. I know your New Year’s routine. I’m sorry to show up here unannounced but I didn’t know where else to go.”

Suddenly, my mind seemed sharp. Being told you’re essentially an old maid who stays home alone all the time will do that do a guy. “Hey! I might’ve had plans. You don’t know that!”

Brett cocked his eye at me and gave me a wry grin that wordlessly said, “We’ve been friends for over ten years. I know you almost better than you know yourself.”

“Fine!” I admitted unprompted. “The only plans I had were to curl up on the couch and watch the ball drop. So, tell me… To what do I owe this late night wake up call?”

Brett’s mood shifted back from teasing his good buddy to the way he’d appeared when I first opened the door. “It’s bad, Ray. Real bad. I really screwed up this time.” In that moment, I knew he was right. Brett never called me by my first name unless the world was coming to an end.

***

Brett and I first met Freshman year of college when we were assigned to share the same room in our dorm. We couldn’t have been more different from each other…he a total jock wide receiver who was obviously destined to be on our college’s nationally-ranked football team and I, an introverted bookworm more interested in his studies than being a BMOC. On paper, us rooming together should’ve been a complete train wreck meant to end in disaster. Instead, we forged a surprisingly fast friendship. He brought me out of my shell and introduced me to most of his friends around campus. I wasn’t exactly part of the popular crowd, mind you. More like…oh, I don’t know. Popular-adjacent? For my part, my dedication to schoolwork seemed to make Brett want to earn his grades himself instead of whatever deal the school’s athletic director and football coach usually made with professors on the football team’s behalf to give players good grades.

I wasn’t out yet…not even to myself. At that time, I considered fooling around with guys to be just experimentation. But the reality was far from that. After all, to experiment, don’t you have to try all the flavors of the rainbow and make a decision which color is your favorite? I wasn’t screwing around with girls. Experimentation was just a line I was feeding myself as a protective shield. Looking back, Brett must have known, even though I was trying to hide it from everyone and present myself as asexual as possible…except for the occasional random hookups I’d have.

One night late Freshman year, he came back to our room drunk and horny with a terrible case of blue balls after his girlfriend had gotten him worked-up and then decided not to put out after all.

“Preston,” he slurred as he lay on his bed, propped up on his elbows. He always called me by my last name. Normally I would’ve been irritated by it, but I always found Brett so damn endearing – like a baby kitten who couldn’t find his way out of a paper bag – that I let him get away with doing it. “You like sucking dick. You mind helping me out?”

Of course, I’d obliged and helped him get his rocks off that night. We never talked about it afterward…was I okay?…was he okay?…how did he know about me when I had done my best to keep is secret?…those sorts of questions. Don’t misunderstand. We certainly didn’t pretend as if it had never happened. Whenever Brett needed to get off, he came to me. It was usually just a couple times a month. But then he started coming to me more frequently. I started to wonder kızılay escort what it all meant, but knew better that to broach the subject with him.

Come Junior year, Brett’s star had really started to shine on the team. Usually, the quarterback is each team’s star athlete. Not on our team. On our team, the star attraction was Brett Kemp. He was almost certainly headed for the pros. Junior year is also the time when students start moving out of dorms and into off-campus apartments. A lot of his buddies, who I had become friendly with because of Brett, were after him to go in and rent a really nice, upscale place in one of the nicer parts of the city about 10 minutes from campus. But Brett resisted, telling his incredulous friends that he was gonna rent a place with me and that’s all there was to it!

What else could he say? He certainly couldn’t tell them the truth…that he wanted to continue to be roommates with his fuck buddy. Yeah. We’d graduated from me giving him blow jobs to everything else that went along with man-to-man sex. Sometimes our time together was all about Brett getting his needs met. Sometimes he saw to it that I was taken care of too. But we still didn’t talk about what it all meant. It was just a fact of our friendship. He still dated girls and I would’ve never pressed him on the issue.

Only… Things had changed for me. When we first started up, I did my best to compartmentalize. Brett was my friend and I was just helping him out in times of need. Nothing more than that. By the end of Junior year, I’d had an epiphany. If I’d been in a cartoon, there would’ve been a light bulb turning on above my head. I’d fallen for Brett. I wasn’t just helping out a buddy anymore. I was fucking around with someone I had feelings for.

Once I’d had that realization, things got much worse for me, if you can imagine. Now, I had to watch with a lump in my throat as he brought a steady stream of ever-changing campus girls and other college football groupies back to our place and made out with him in front of me. When he and I would fuck, I’d have to use all of my will power to keep myself from inadvertently professing my feelings to him.

By the end of our Senior year, keeping the secret had become too much of an albatross around my neck and I knew I needed to finally unburden myself. The opportunity presented itself when, after a freak accident during the third-to-last game of the season, an injured ankle ended any hope Brett might have had of going to the NFL. It was a tragic turn of events for a guy who had spent the past four years of his life working toward that goal. But it wasn’t just tragic from that perspective. Almost everyone who had hung around disappeared after the injury. No more girls from campus looking to crawl into his bed and onto his dick. Even most of the guys from the team abandoned him when it became obvious he wasn’t the BMOC on campus anymore. So much for every movie with a sports theme where the rest of the guys on the team all rally around an injured teammate.

For a couple weeks, Brett had been caught in a shame spiral of self-pity until I took matters into my own hands and decided to give him a pep talk. “You can save your breath, Preston,” he insisted. “I can see with my own eyes that I don’t have anyone left. I’m not useful anymore now that I’m not a star football player.”

“Hey, you’re not completely alone!” I was actually a little offended. “I’m still here!”

“That’s different,” he scoffed. “You live here.”

“I’m still your friend,” I insisted. It was a shame. He was so emotionally wounded. All I wanted to do was pull him into a big hug and kiss him with as much passion as I felt inside about him.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore, Preston. My days as a football player are over. I’m of no use to you anymore just like I’m of no use to anyone else.”

“Brett, we aren’t friends and roommates because you played football.”

He looked at me, shocked at what I’d said. “We’re not?”

“Of course not! We’re roommates because a computer put us together before the start of our Freshman year and we’re friends because you didn’t give up on a shy kid from out of state and decided to drag him along with you to almost every party you went to.”

In spite of himself, Brett burst out laughing and then reached over to pull me into a headlock, playfully grinding his knuckles into the top of my head before releasing me after a few seconds. “You’re such a dork, Preston!”

“I prefer nerd,” I shot back at him and he laughed again. “Listen, Brett. I want you to stop this pity party you’ve been throwing for yourself for the past couple weeks. I know it’s been rough on you, but you’re a lot better off than you know. You’re not like a lot of the other guys on the team who had their grades handed to them. You earned every single good grade you got. You’re not graduating with a 3.9 GPA because A.D. Wilkins or Coach Hobbs got it for you. kolej escort That was all you. It’s not going to be easy, but you’re going to end up finding yourself a good job. And as for all those fairweather friends and football groupie whores who aren’t coming around anymore…fuck ’em! You don’t need people who are only going to abandon you when times get tough in your life. Better you find out now instead of later on. You’re a good man with a lot to offer, Brett Kemp. Now start acting like it!”

“Damn, Preston,” Brett actually looked touched by what I’d said. “You know how to play to a guy’s ego, don’t you?”

“It’s all the truth.” Without thinking I reached over and put my hand on his knee.

It was meant to be a supportive gesture. Instead, Brett looked down at my hand and then back up into my eyes. He reached out and pulled my hand into his straining and still growing crotch. Half an hour later, we lay in his bed catching our breath with a huge load of cum starting to trickle out of my ass. Having an injured ankle obviously hadn’t hampered his ability to fuck like a pro.

He looked over at me with a big, goofy grin on his face. “Whew! Between that pep talk and what we just did, I feel like I’m on top of the world. You really are the best, Preston.”

I don’t know what came over me. I was caught up in the emotion of it all and my feelings for Brett weren’t ever really too far from the surface anyway. “Brett, I need to tell you something.”

“What’s up?” he replied, wiping his face with his hand and taking a deep breath, still recovering from the grade-A fuck he’d just thrown me.

“When I said that we’re friends, earlier. It wasn’t entirely the truth.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, we ARE friends, but that’s not we are…at least not to me.”

“Oh? Tell me, then. What else are we?”

I think he assumed I was going to tell him that I think of him as a brother. Instead, I told him how I really felt. “I spent a long time lying to myself…first about my sexuality. But your silent acceptance and even inclusion in your life on campus helped me eventually come to terms with who I am and thrive in it.”

He grinned at me and reached over to put his hand on my shoulder. “Everything you said to me out there earlier, it applies to you too, Preston. You’re a good guy with a lot to offer. Someday, you’re gonna make some guy one helluva boyfriend…or husband, if that’s what you want.”

“In that spirit,” I continued before I lost my nerve. “I need to tell you that I also spent a long time denying how I’ve come to feel about you. We never talked about what the blow jobs and eventually fucking meant. I tried to tell myself it was just sex and I did a good job of convincing myself of that…until last year. I realized that I’ve fallen in love with you, Brett. I kept it secret for as long as I could, but I can’t keep it in anymore…especially after the fuck we just had. You deserve to know how you make me feel…how I feel about you.”

For nearly a minute, a deafening silence hung in the air. Brett leaned his head back against the headboard and looked up at the ceiling. “Don’t leave me hanging, Brett,” I implored him. “Say something…anything.”

Finally, after a few more seconds of no response, he turned and looked at me. “I really wish you hadn’t just said that.”

Immediately, I felt my stomach drop. “Why?”

“C’mon,” he cocked his head at me in a knowing look. “You know why.”

“I”m afraid I don’t.” I started to feel defensive. “Why don’t you enlighten me.”

“I’m not gay, Preston.”

“I never said you were.”

“Well, I’m not into dudes, either.”

“My ass begs to differ,” I retorted dryly. When he just stared at me, obviously unsure of how to respond to what I’d said, I kept talking. “You mean to tell me that everything we’ve done together over the past four years has been just sex to you?”

“Yep. Nothing more than,” he said, matter-of-facty.

Now it was my turn to take a knowing tone with him. “C’mon, Brett…”

“C’mon what?”

“You started this. Even if it was only one guy helping another out in the beginning, you’re the one who kept it going. I never once came to you for sex. You came to me all the time. You moved me in here with you before Junior year. You’re the one who wanted us to start fucking. Hell, you’re the one who initiated sex just now. So don’t try to make out like you don’t have any skin in this game. No one fucks a guy the way you just fucked me if you don’t feel the same way about me that I just told you I feel about you.”

“You’re disgusting!” he surprised me by proclaiming as he climbed out of bed and began getting dressed. “You’re taking something innocent with absolutely no emotion behind it and trying to turn it into some sort of four year-long affair. You’re trying to convince me that I feel some way about you that I don’t!”

Things only got worse from there. We fought for the maltepe escort next hour and said a lot of terrible things to each other. The sort of terrible things you’re not supposed to actually say…things you can’t ever take back. For the rest of the semester until graduation, we continued to live together, but we each acted like other didn’t exist. We did our best not to be around each other and those few times we were in each other’s presence, an icy silence hung between us. I don’t know what was on Brett’s mind, but I was torn to pieces. I was pissed at how he’d acted and the things he’d said to me, but I still loved him, too. Those feelings didn’t just go away.

Any hope that we’d have some sort of After School Special-style reconciliation after graduation where we came to terms, worked everything out, and continued our friendship was dashed right before the big day. I’d gone back home for a long weekend before the ceremony and drove my parents back to campus. When I arrived back at our apartment, Brett was gone. Not like “out on an errand,” either. I mean…G-O-N-E, gone! While I was back home, he’d packed up all of his stuff and moved out…to where, I don’t know. No note, no goodbye, nothing. Just his key laying on the kitchen counter along with his portion of that month’s rent. It was pretty devastating.

The only time I saw him after that was at graduation as he walked across the stage to get his diploma. In the commotion after the ceremony, there was no way I could track him down to try and talk. I ended up keeping the apartment now that college was behind me as I attempted to make my way in the real world. I kept hoping he’d show up at the door one day or I’d get a phone call or text from him…but one never came. Eventually, I was able to move on with my life and even managed to have a couple of long-term relationships. But I don’t think my feelings for Brett, or the way he’d hurt me, was ever too far below the surface, even if I was doing my best to convince myself I was over it.

***

Five years had gone by since graduation when I got a text out of the blue from Randy Hauser, inviting me to a gathering of some of the cool-kid crowd from school. I was surprised to receive an invitation. I hadn’t really heard from any of that group since graduation and anyway, I knew I was only tolerated in that circle back in the day because I was Brett’s roommate. Against my better judgement, I responded to the text and accepted the invitation.

When I showed up at the party room Randy and some of the others had rented out in his neighborhood to throw the party, I came face to face with none other than Brett Kemp. I shouldn’t have been surprised he was there. After all, Randy was one of the few guys who hadn’t dropped Brett like a hot potato after he’d injured his ankle.

In an instant, all of those feelings – the ones I’d stuffed down and pretended I’d dealt with – came rushing back. I wasn’t over him. In fact, it turns out my feelings were as strong as ever. He was even more good-looking than he’d been when we were in college. He’d matured some and grown even more into his looks. The past five years had definitely been good to the guy.

I expected him to avert his eyes and run away just like he’d done right before graduation. Instead, he walked straight toward me and greeted me. The forced small talk was awkward…made even more awkward as I found myself drowning out his voice and paying more attention to his face and his body…and wondering if time had made his ability to fuck even better than it had been five years ago just like it had made the rest of him better.

Eventually, we made our way to a less populated corner of the party and addressed the elephant in the room between us. He apologized about the way he’d acted five years ago…the things he’d said to me and how he’d moved out without saying goodbye. To his credit, he stood there, took it like a man, and listened thoughtfully as I told him how hurt I’d been and how hurt I still was about the way things had played out.

Let me tell you. Anyone who says that stuffing your feelings down and not getting them out is the way to go doesn’t know what they’re talking about. Making peace with Brett and how our friendship had blown up immediately lifted a huge weight off of my shoulders. We didn’t address everything. There was no talk about what had started that huge fight between us in the first place…my feelings for him and his seeming refusal to acknowledge that he might feel the same way. We’d gotten back to a good place and I wasn’t ready to continue to rock the boat. I still had feelings for the guy, but right now it was enough to just be able to call him a friend again.

After getting that tough conversation out of the way, everything between us felt easier. I told him about my burgeoning career with a Fortune 500 company in the city and how I was working my way up the corporate ladder. He told me how he had gotten a job at our alma mater on the football team’s coaching staff and was part of the radio broadcast team that called the team’s games every week. I was impressed that he’d done so well for himself and was able to stay connected to football in some way, even thought he wasn’t able to play anymore. For his part, he seemed happy for the strides I’d made in my own career.

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I had not long graduated from basic and was at my second level of training. It is called a School of “whatever your role was”. I had survived 3 long months without any freedoms or ability to take care of my needs during basic. 15min for 50 guys to shower was not ideal for anyone needing to jerk off.

I had begun to think that maybe my pre army days were just growing pains and I didn’t need strange cock to be satisfied.

That was until a fateful Thursday night. It was getting kind of late and most of the guys had already showered and were in their rooms readying for bed. The rooms had 4 people to them so opportunities to take care of one’s needs were very limited.

We had a bar attached to the mess where I was stationed and I had stayed for a few drinks after dinner. Those few drinks went down like water as the hours had past and had led to a familiar desire building within me. I was getting horny and needed release.

Knowing that 3 other guys were going to be in my room, my options were the bathroom or the showers. I grabbed my stuff and headed down the hallway past the two vending machines and settled on the showers as my best option for a long, undisturbed session.

The shower room was a simple enough design. Benches on either side in the main room with some lockers then a few steps up to the next level that had 4 or so showers on either side. Each shower was an individual cubicle with a small bench for your shower bag, a hook inside the door for your towel and a shower space.

I started the shower to get it nice and hot while I stripped down. I grabbed my shower bag and removed my soap, shampoo/conditioner and a razor. I planned on having a nice long shower knowing I wouldn’t hold anyone else up being this late.

That’s when I heard the bathroom door open and the shuffle of feet making their way to the showers. I was in the second stall up on the right and this person walked past my stall and took the third stall up on the left, apparently I wasn’t the only one planning a late night scrub.

After washing my hair and applying a healthy layer of soap on my now red body I took to my chest with the razor. Being a short stubble the hair was easily removed, I continued down to my stomach and then pubic area.

I loved the feeling of being shaved completely smooth. I was well practiced by now and in no time there wasn’t a hair left from the top of my chest down to my now swollen cock. I applied some extra soap to my balls and ass and continued the removal of the unwanted hair.

Holding my cock to the side to work the razor around was making me throb. I took my time shaving my sensitive balls causing the veins to bulge out of my thick shaft. I then squatted down and ran the razor expertly down my crack. With each stroke I felt a jolt of excitement run through me.

I mamak escort was 18, 5’10” and weighed around 195-200lbs. I had and still have a thick chest and shoulders and am built like a rugby player, thick but not fat. I had been in the weight room since I was 14 and played high levels of rugby throughout my school years.

When I was confident I had got rid of all the hair I let the water run hotly over my body again removing any remaining soap or hair. I squatted down under the water and ran my fingers along my crack brushing over my sensitive, freshly shaved bud.

As I was squatted down I decided to take a peek under the stall wall and make sure there was only one other person in here. I had never been caught having my private time in the shower in the Army and I didn’t want to look up mid stroke to see someone peeking over the top of my stall and the ensuing ribbing from all the other guys.

(It’s kind of funny to think back now how I would have been the one picked on and ridiculed when someone else would have had to stand on their bench in the stall or lay on the floor to see into mine)

As I scanned from left to right I saw no signs of anyone until my eyes made it to the only other occupied stall. To my shock this other member was seated, back to the wall under the shower with their very nice hard cock in their hand.

My heart jumped and I quickly popped my head back up. I was terrified of being caught peeping but I was also feeling those familiar throbs of excitement deep down inside. I took a deep breath and once again lowered my head.

Luckily I had been drinking or I don’t think I would have been able to brave the second look. Due to there being a stall next to me having a side wall to the floor, no one entering the showers would be able to see into my stall from the side how I was positioned and if he moved his body to also look I would have time to adjust and avoid being caught.

I took my time logging the view across from me into memory now that I felt more confident I wouldn’t be busted. I didn’t know if I would ever get this opportunity again and I was potentially going to need it for future shower thoughts.

He was fit, 18-20, he had light pubic and stomach hair, large heavy hanging balls, a thick veiny shaft that thinned closer to his knob which came to a point and after watching him slowly work his cock I noticed he was uncut.

I realized he had the shower angled to hit the wall behind him. He was slightly slouched forward so when he leaned back against the wall water would run down his front from his shoulders. He would alternate between the slouched position and allowing the water to flow down his body.

My hand had involuntarily found its way to my own raging cock. With my face ofise gelen escort pressed to the tile, my upper body supported by my left forearm, knees spread, back arched with the shower raining it’s hot water on my spread cheeks and puckered hole I began to stroke myself in unison to him.

He would grasp his shaft firmly near the base, changing the end of his cock to a deep shade of purple and pull upwards allowing pre cum to leak from the end and then use it to lube his cock.

When enough had been squeezed out he would hold his shaft more softly and work his hand the full length of his 7″ shaft. I could see it shine and become slick with his hand.

With every up stroke his balls would raise up allowing me a view of his lightly haired crack. On the down stroke they would softly clap against taint. They were large and I was picturing myself alternating between the two with my wanting mouth.

I had to release my grasp of my own cock several times as the show and the water hitting me from behind was causing me to near a release too early. I needed to savor this and only cum once he had reached completion.

The constant stream of clear pre cum now flowing down his shaft was driving my taste buds wild. I felt my mouth water and when I parted my lips I involuntarily drooled down my own chin. My mind begged for him to be knowingly putting on a show for me and I was desperate for his hand to reach out and his finger call me into his stall.

His right hand worked his shaft expertly up and down. His left had taken control of those heavy balls and squeezed and massaged them. I had reached my hand back and my middle finger was circling my sensitive hole.

I was teasing myself and every time I applied pressure I felt my hole relax allowing my finger to penetrate me and a jolt of pleasure would run from my balls to the tip of my own leaking cock.

His pace had begun to quicken and I sensed the show was reaching its end. My hand returned to my cock and I started to stroke in unison with him once again. My balls were slapping against my hand begging for their release. I was aware he could probably hear me but by now I didn’t care.

I stroked with him as my mouth hang open, as though waiting for his hot load. His hand had become a blur and I could hear it slapping against his own balls too. Suddenly his hand stopped holding firmly at the base of his rigid cock. He pushed down with his legs spread wide and pointed his shiny cock head directly toward my cubicle.

Shot after glorious shot exploded violently from his knob. I watched it land on the tile and inside of his thighs, down to almost his knee.

I felt my balls tense up at the sight of his load covering the tile and his legs. My own orgasm took over as my otele gelen escort cock erupted, spurts of hot cum shot one after another hitting my stomach and the tile below me. I could hear him groan as each spasm ran through him, finally after what seemed like 12 or so large ropes he appeared finished.

He milked every last drop with slow strokes and I copied him. I watched him leaned back into the water and let it rinse its way down his heaving stomach and run from his manhood. Breaking the remaining string of cum still attached to his knob. He ran his hand the length of his cock a couple times with a twisting motion before his hands drifted to his legs to clean any remaining cum.

I slid backward letting the water hit my lower back and run around to my stomach as I too rinsed off my own cum. With one last longing look at his now softening cock, whose head had disappeared back into its hood, I pushed myself up from the floor.

I turned and faced the water as my hands roamed my chest and stomach looked for any remaining cum. Once satisfied I was cleaned off properly I turned my shower off, toweled off, slipped on my PT shorts with towel around my shoulders and left my stall. My friend still had his water on so I reluctantly proceeded to leave.

As I was headed to my room I had an idea and quickened my pace. I dropped my stuff on my bed in the dark room as my roommates were already asleep, grabbed my wallet from my desk at the foot of the bed and headed back to the vending machines. I pretended to be looking for a late night snack while I waiting for the mystery guy to leave the showers.

A few moments later the door opened and out walked a guy from my same class. We had gone through basic together and I had never noticed what an incredible cock he had hidden below his cams. I could see a nice sized bulge showing in his shorts as he approached me. We gave each other a nod as he passed.

I hoped that he noticed my wet hair and back and put two and two together that I was the other guy showering at the same time as him. He said nothing and headed to his room.

I thought to myself as I waited to hear his door click “Maybe it was in my head? Maybe he didn’t know I was watching? Maybe he didn’t purposefully aim that sweet cock my way to shoot his load?” Once the coast was clear I headed back to my own room and thought about this until falling asleep.

The entire rest of our school he never mentioned that night to me. I tried to coincidentally shower around the same time as him a couple more times but either other people were in there or he appeared to have a normal shower and leave. At the completion of training we posted to different units and I never saw him again.

Though that night did reignite my desire for cock and drove me to venture out on weekends and find my release by staying in hotels at the major city an hour train ride away for the next two months.

I will never know if it was a missed opportunity or not but I did have some very memorable nights on those weekend trips. I told the guys I just wanted to sleep in a room without 3 other dudes but really I was hoping to share my bed with some.

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Prison Island Ch. 36

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Francesco kept his legs and arms wrapped around Karl from behind while the blond was playing with his knife. They weren’t talking, but it was strange to think that he could share that kind of comfortable silence with the fucker. He rested his chin against Karl’s shoulder, wondering if this would be a good time to ask some questions.

They were out in the open, enjoying a bit of rest, while the others were at the camp. Mouse, as always, was somewhere in the forest surrounding them, laying traps and hunting to keep everyone fed. Several days had passed since that time when both Karl and Mouse had driven him nuts with their cocks buried to the hilt in him, and he hadn’t spoken to the redhead in the meantime at all. It looked like Mouse was avoiding him, and he felt hurt by it.

“Karl,” he whispered.

“Hmm?”

“It’s a done deal, yes?” he asked timidly.

“About your boyfriend?”

Francesco could picture the sneer on Karl’s face without looking. “Yes, about him.”

“Still don’t trust me?”

“I do, but I just need to hear it.”

There was a small pause. “You’re not afraid of me anymore.”

Was it an accusation? Was it relief he could read in Karl’s voice? He couldn’t tell. “I guess I’m not.”

“Good,” Karl said shortly. “But don’t even think of getting together with him after we leave. You’re mine.”

Francesco didn’t want to argue. When that moment came, he’d see what he could do. Now, he flicked his fingers over Karl’s ear playfully. “Sure. But if you leave me for some chick with tits as big as melons, I’m going to hurt you.”

Karl moved quickly and trapped him under his body. There were shadows in the blue eyes these days, more numerous and darker than usual. Francesco wished Karl would just confide in him. Why was he worried? Did he expect an attack from other people on the island, now that they were on their last leg and close to getting home?

“I wouldn’t trade all the tits in the world for your nips.” To make it clearer, Karl pushed his t-shirt up and began licking his nipples.

Francesco moaned and pressed his hands down on the back of Karl’s neck to keep him there. This fucker had turned his entire body into an erogenous zone, and there was no patch of skin when he touched him with hands, lips, or cock, that didn’t make him shiver and want to spread his legs wide to take it.

But this time, he wanted to make Karl talk to him more. The chances were high that once they were back to the real world, they wouldn’t see each other ever again. “Karl, is your dad very rich?”

Karl raised his head. “Damn, Cesco, there’s only one thing that can make my dick go soft when I’m all over you like this, and that’s talking about my dad.”

“C’mon, man, you want me to be yours forever. But you don’t tell me anything about you.”

“I can tell you whatever you want about me, but not him.”

“Okay. What’s rus escort bothering you?” Francesco pressed his fingers against Karl’s dark blond eyebrows. “You’re frowning a lot.”

“We’re basically in prison and surrounded by murderers. I don’t have any reasons to laugh.”

Francesco knew Karl was evasive on purpose. “It looks more like summer camp, and no one actually bothered us since that time with Anya.”

Karl snorted. “You don’t know anything, Cesco.”

“I know that daddy sent Morgan to take care of you,” Francesco said right away.

Karl grimaced and managed to undress him so that he could push himself between his legs. Francesco grunted at the familiar sensation of having something blunt pushing against his ass, and hurried to lick his fingers and help. These days, Karl was a bit more patient for him to open himself up a little before fucking him, but right now he didn’t appear to be in the mood. He whimpered and pushed against Karl a bit. “It’s not that much fun when it hurts.”

Karl just nodded and moved away so that he could work more spit on his hole. But he didn’t wait long and was back into position.

“Did I make you mad, asking about Morgan?” Francesco breathed out as Karl lodged his big cock inside him.

“You’re only making me mad about you all the time.”

“You just don’t want to tell me anything.”

“You’ll know when you’ll know,” Karl said enigmatically and began moving his hips to a rhythm. “Damn, why does it have to feel so good fucking you?”

Francesco caressed his face and pulled him in for a kiss. “Because it simply does.”

Karl brushed his lips over his mouth over and over. “Do you feel the same? It’s the best with me?”

He could understand what it was about, Mouse and everything, or maybe who knew what Karl was thinking. “Yes. I love you, fucker.”

Karl groaned and bit his lips while his hips moved faster. “Fuck, you’re the best fuck ever, Cesco. I want this all my life.”

Francesco had his doubts, but Karl was a horny dog more often than not, so that was something he could live with for now. He wasn’t the kind to believe in those words, no matter how much Karl seemed to believe them.

He came while Karl kissed him and bucked his hips violently, filling his ass in spurts that seemed to last forever.

***

Karl had returned to the camp, allowing him to scout around for a while. It was good that he was allowed more freedom these days, although he didn’t have much to do with it. Except, of course, searching for Mouse whenever he had the chance. The evening was still far from setting, but that didn’t mean that he would ever give up looking.

The redhead was mad at him, thinking that he had chosen Karl over him, but he was wrong. Even if he was honest that he loved Karl, too, he knew that he had no chance with the blond in the sincan escort world beyond their sentence on the island and wasn’t even sure that he wanted one. If Karl’s daddy was rich and powerful, he wouldn’t like his son being a faggot. So, that road was closed, and having Karl now was everything they could both afford.

But Mouse was a different story. Francesco still dreamed of a life together with him and he thought it possible, too. If only the redhead could see it like he did. If only he had a chance to explain.

“How come Karl is letting you wander like this?”

He turned at the sound of that familiar voice. Mouse looked at him with angry eyes.

“He’s not all that bad,” he said.

“Really? Isn’t he afraid someone might catch you and fuck you?”

Francesco sighed. “Be mad, go ahead, but you’ll see. Karl is going to keep his word. And once we’re out of here, you and I –“

“Fuck, you’re so naïve. But I don’t care.”

Francesco frowned as Mouse jumped from a low branch, landing right in front of him. The redhead pushed against his chest, making him walk backwards. “Hey,” he said defensively.

“Did he just fuck you? Of course, he always does. So you must be all tender and slick down there, right?”

“Mouse, what the fuck?” Francesco mumbled.

Yet, he didn’t protest as Mouse pushed him in the high grass and crushed their mouths together. Then, without ceremony, Mouse pulled his jeans off and took out his own cock.

“Seriously?” Francesco pushed against Mouse’s shoulders but he was met with too much resistance. “Is this all you want?”

“Pretty much, yeah. Isn’t it how you like it?” Mouse overpowered him and kissed him again, angrily and with a lot of tongue. “And you can tell Karl that I don’t mind his sloppy seconds at all. It just makes it so easy to give his bitch a good fuck and be done for once.”

Francesco freed a hand and slapped Mouse once, hard, across the face. Mouse looked at him with burning eyes and then caught his wrists and pinned them over his head. Then he just continued to kiss him and fuck him, their bodies making obscene noises, squelches and slurps, the occasional grunt or moan.

Mouse finished fast, pushing in a few more times and holding him tightly. Francesco pushed him away, breathing hard, but made no move to dress back and walk away. He needed to control his anger or he would end up saying things he might regret.

He turned his head to look at Mouse and his anger melted on the spot. The other was holding his hands over his face and appeared to be crying. He moved closer and touched Mouse’s elbow gently. “Hey,” he called. “It’s going to be fine, okay? I’m not letting you go, ever.”

“But you are,” Mouse shot back without uncovering his face. “You’re in love with him. I know you are. And I thought you were in love with sıhhiye escort me.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? I love you both. Once we’re out of here, Karl is going to forget about me. We’ll be together. Just endure it for a little more time, okay?”

Mouse just shook his head. “He’s messing with your head. It’s all he’s doing. Kekko, don’t you know what I’m in for? Do you really think they were just going to let me walk away? Just like that?”

“Karl’s dad will make it happen,” Francesco said with determination. “I’m sure.”

Mouse finally moved his hands away. He stared at Francesco for a while and then he kissed him abruptly. “You’re so silly, but I love you.”

Francesco wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. “I’ll talk to Karl. I’ll mend things between us. He must see it, that we can be together, all three.”

Mouse laughed softly and hugged him. “Don’t you worry about that. Don’t trigger that crazy possessive streak in him again. Who knows what he might do to you?”

“I don’t think he would do anything.”

“I mean it, Kekko. He’s just that kind of fucked up. And, as much as I hate to say it, he’s madly in love with you. There’s no room for me there. There just ain’t, got it?”

Francesco shook his head. Mouse didn’t see it, true enough, but he was starting to feel again that he had a bit of power over Karl. With proper coaxing, he would yield. Then, once out in the real world, Karl would go make nice for daddy and fall in lust with some girl’s pussy, while he and Mouse would be together forever.

“There is,” he said and took Mouse by the shoulders. Then, with a playful move, he grabbed Mouse’s hand and placed it over his half-hard cock. “But frankly, between you and Karl, I’m starting to think that you’re the one that’s neglecting my needs more.”

Mouse snorted and laughed, but began to move his hand to a rhythm. Then, he bit his lower lip and gave Francesco a long once-over. “So, lover boy, what’s it gonna be?”

“Hmm?”

“Want me to blow you or give you what you don’t have at home?”

Francesco snickered. “Don’t worry; Karl doesn’t blow me either. But, whatever, give me what you want.”

Mouse grinned and pushed him down again. This time, however, he jerked Francesco off some more and then aligned his ass for penetration. “Hey, you think my cum in your ass would make for some good lube?”

“It’s mixed with Karl’s, though,” Francesco said. “You sure you want to have his in your ass?”

Mouse shrugged. “I don’t care. I’ve sucked off the guy plenty of times. Guess his jizz is part of my DNA by now.”

Francesco laughed and said nothing as Mouse dug in his ass and then spread the cum mix on his ass. The redhead sighed as he impaled himself on Francesco’s cock. “This is the best, Kekko.”

He leaned over for a long and hungry kiss, while his hips did their thing. Francesco found himself falling into their well-known rhythm, without fail, and soon, he was shooting deep. Something of how Karl’s cum was involved in it all made it even hotter.

So yeah, he’d find a way to make Karl see how and why they would be so good together. The all three of them, for as long as that lasted.

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Turned Out By My Wife

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I had what I thought a great marriage. A beautiful wife, two grown children away at college and a nice home in the burbs. While our sex life has become pretty much a thing of the past everything else seemed perfect to me. When I felt the need I would either find some porn online and rub one out, or I would go to the bookstore and someone would suck one out for me.

Everything changed one day though. It was a Tuesday and I came home from work early one day and found my wife “entertaining” two black men in our bed room. I remained silent as I watched her laying there with a big black cock in her mouth as well another pounding her pussy. My cock was harder than ever before as I slipped out and left them there.

Now I have what has been described by those sucking it at the bookstore a larger than average cock but those two were much bigger. I headed to that bookstore hoping to get mine sucked after seeing what I just saw in my own bed room.

I wasn’t at the store long before I was empting my balls into someone’s hungry mouth. When I finally returned the two guys were gone and my wife was in the kitchen making supper as though nothing had happened. I didn’t let on I had seen what she was doing earlier though.

The following week Tuesday I got home early hoping to see if she was doing this on a regular basis and sure enough she once again had those same two guys in our bed. I watched them again but this time one of them saw me standing there stroking my hard cock. I slipped out before he could give me away though.

When I returned my wife asked me if I liked what I saw her doing earlier. I was shocked and tried to act like I didn’t know what she was talking about. She told me that she knew I had seen her getting fucked by her new friends.

I asked her why she was doing this and she told me that while I had a good sized cock I just wasn’t pleasing her with it so she found someone that could do that job for her. I asked her what she was going to do, would she leave me.

She told me that she knew I was looking at porn on line and most of it was about big black cuckolding. She said if I wanted to stay I would have to do whatever she told me to do. I readily agreed and she picked up her phone. She was calling one of her studs.

I heard her tell him that I had agreed to do whatever she told me to do and to come over Saturday afternoon for some more fucking. I was still somewhat in shock and just stood there listening to her. When she finished her call she told me she would have our supper ready in a few minutes and acted like nothing had happened.

The rest of the week went on as usual as though nothing was any different in our lives.

Saturday morning came around and we did our normal routine until noon when she told me we should get ready for her guests. After showering she informed me that we would be remaining naked the rest etimesgut escort of the day. An hour later the door bell rang and she told me to answer it. I was franticly trying to cover up with something when she told me to just answer the door as I was.

When I opened the door there were her two friends. They both ignored me and walked right past me to my wife. You know what to do bitch they told her and she got onto her knees in front of them. They both were taking their clothes off and as soon as one cock became exposed she started sucking it. It wasn’t long before she was going back and forth between them.

Finally I was told to come over and help her out. I have never touched another man’s cock before and was reluctant to do so now let alone actually put one in my mouth. As I stood there watching and not making any moves to do what they wanted my wife told me to get down here with her and start sucking one of these cocks.

I slowly got to my knees beside her and my head was roughly grabbed and pulled towards that big black cock. As it was rubbed across my face and lips I slowly opened my mouth. As soon as my mouth was open that cock entered it. The hands on my head began moving it back and forth so it was now fucking my face.

They didn’t do this for long before they switched mouths and I was now sucking my second cock. Pretty soon the one fucking my wife’s mouth told her to stand up and bend over the sofa so he could fuck her from behind. As she was being fucked like this the cock in my mouth exploded and I got my first taste of cum.

I thought that would be the end of it but found out it was really the beginning. When the one fucking my wife shot his load in her they told me to make them all some drinks so they could relax and reload for round two.

When everyone was ready for some more fucking we headed to the bed room. I was told to start sucking some cock to get it ready to fuck both my wife and I. Now until today, as I mentioned earlier, I have never touched or done anything with a cock other than my own so I was not sure about being fucked by one.

I decided I would not being doing anymore with them and was going to get dressed and leave them. This did not go over well though and I was soon taken back to the living room where they tied me up bent over the ottoman. This position made it easy for them to not only fuck me but for me to suck one of them at the same time.

I felt hands on my ass and them some lube being pushed into my waiting hole and then a hard cock head pushing against it. I started to scream but as soon as I did another cock was shoved into my mouth so I couldn’t make any noise. Then I felt the head of that other cock pop into my ass. I heard my wife telling them to fuck me really good.

She was then telling me how I had turned out to be a etlik escort great cock sucker and to enjoy that ass fucking. She started taking pictures of me with a big black cock in my mouth as well as my ass. She told me I better start doing whatever she wanted or she would send these pictures to all of my friends and family, as well as our kids.

It seemed like the ass fucking lasted forever before I felt the warmth of cum being shot into me. When this cock softened up and slipped out the other one took its place. By now I was actually enjoying being fucked and was telling him to fuck me harder. All the time my wife was recording it for her black mail.

When the second cock shot its cum into me I was still wanting more but they were too tired to fuck me again. They left me tied up like I was and dressed then left with a promise to my wife to come back the next day with some friends of theirs. After they were gone my wife sat down in front of me and told me that she would keep the video she had of me sucking and being fucked by the two big black cocks as insurance so I better not piss her off.

She finally untied me and told me to her a drink while she relaxed in front of the TV. As I was doing that she was on the phone with one of the guys from earlier. I couldn’t tell what they were talking about but she was finger her pussy and rubbing her clit.

After a while she finished her drink and we took showers then went to bed. When I got up in the morning she was already up and making us breakfast. When I walked into the kitchen I saw she was naked. As soon as she saw me she told me to take my clothes off as we would soon have guests and they wouldn’t want to waste any time with me being dressed.

Again I was told to answer the door naked when we heard the bell ring. This time though when I answered it there were four black men there. They all walked past me and immediately started fondling my wife.

She was then taken into the bedroom with two of them. The other two stayed with me and I was soon being spit roasted by them. We were both fucked multiple times before they all left. My ass was dripping cum out of it and my face was covered with cum as well. I was exhausted and just fell asleep right where I was, bent over the ottoman.

The following week went by as normal, nothing more was mentioned about me sucking cocks and being fucked. Until Friday that is. When I got home from work on Friday there they were again. The two black guys were fucking my wife at both ends when I walked into the house. As soon as the door closed behind me they told me to go put a t-shirt and some loose shorts on. Nothing else though.

When I returned to the living room as told to they were just finishing their fucking of my wife. She was just laying there with cum leaking out of all her holes.

The eve gelen escort two guys then told me to follow them. We went outside to their car and drove off. I had no idea where they were taking me but we soon ended up at the same bookstore where I usually go to get my cock sucked. Look familiar to you cock sucker they asked me. I said no. They then told me that they know I go here because they had seen me here before.

Today would be different though because instead of me getting my cock sucked I would be doing the sucking. They told the clerk hi as we entered. He asked them if I was the cock sucker they told him they would be bring by to take care of his better customers. Tell him why you’re here cock sucker they said to me.

I told him I was here to suck all the cock he wanted me to suck. He asked if I was also going to let everyone fuck my ass as well. I looked at the two black men with me and they nodded so I said yes I would also let everyone fuck me.

They took me to a larger video booth that had three glory holes in it and took my clothes. They told me I would get them back when the clerk decided I was done.

As soon as they walked out of the booth with my clothes leaving the door open for all to see me a cock came through one of the holes. I was sitting in the chair and bent over to take it into my mouth and suck it. Pretty soon another cock came through on of the other holes and now I was going back and forth between them and sucking them until they both shot their loads into my mouth.

As I was leaning back in the chair a big black man came into my booth and had me suck him. After several minutes he told me to get up and bend over the chair so he could fuck my ass. As I did this another cock came through the hole right in front of my face so I started sucking on it while I was being fucked from behind by the man in the booth with me.

This went on for several hours and I was constantly being fucked at both ends the entire time. Finally the clerk came back and told me had closed for the night and if I wanted my clothes back I had better get busy making him happy.

It turned out he had the biggest cock I have ever seen and I told him I didn’t think I could get it into my mouth let alone my ass. He just laughed and told me I would be able to and held my head as he slowly pushed it into my mouth. He had it at the back of my mouth trying to force it into my throat but it just wouldn’t open up enough for it.

This made him angry so he pulled out of my mouth and turned me around and then shoved it into my already gaping ass pussy. I screamed from the pain and he just told me to shut up and take it like the cock whore I am.

He fucked me for a half hour before breeding me deep with a huge load of cum. Then he pulled out and tossed me my clothes and told me he was through with me. I had to walk home now as I didn’t have any other way so I started walking hoping I could make it the two miles without anyone seeing me walking along the road covered in cum and just a pair of shorts on, The clerk had kept my shirt.

As I walked along I was wondering what else would happen as it seemed like these two black guys had made both my wife and I their sex slaves.

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Bottoms Up

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I met Ray at a conference last year and he was the first guy I ever gave a blow job. Both of us married guys looking for something different in our sex lives. Neither of us looking for a life change. Ray and I started meeting at conferences or on business trips every couple of months. We would meet in his hotel room, have a few drinks, I would suck his cock, and then he would jerk me off. I enjoyed sucking cock more each time. I felt myself getting better at it and I could tell Ray’s enjoyment increased as my prowess did.

When I got a text from Ray with the details of another meet up, I was super excited. All the way to the hotel that afternoon, all I could think about was the sensation of him cumming in my mouth. Our meeting started the same way as always. Ray was freshly showered and wearing only a towel around his waist. There were a few beers chilling in the ice bucket. But this time, as we made the usual small talk drinking beer, I got the feeling that something was different. I couldn’t figure out what. Not bad, just different.

A few minutes later I was naked and on my knees in front of Ray. I ran my hands up his muscular athletic legs and leaned in. His 7-inch erect cock rubbed on my face and neck. I tilted my head and let his balls drag across my cheeks and nose before giving each ball a kiss and a lick tasting his manhood. I was trying to tease Ray but it backfired making me crazy to have him in my mouth. I gripped his rod at the base and licked all over the head before taking him in my mouth and sucking his perfect cock.

“Let’s try something different,” he said pulling away from me. He slid on top of the bed and motioned for me to join him. He lay on his side with his legs spread wide, his cock shining with my saliva. I climbed in next to him and started to suck his cock again. He kept adjusting his position on the bed and pulling me around into a different position with his strong hands. I got the message. He was trying to move into a 69 position. I was confused because Ray had never once tried to suck my cock. It was always the same. I’d blow him and he’s jerk me off into a towel. It never took long for me to cum because sucking cock and swallowing cum was such a turn on for gaziosmanpaşa escort me.

Being in a sideways 69 position gave me a whole new approach to his cock. I was able to lick his balls more and he groaned in appreciation. I let my tongue explore down beyond his balls and the thought of rimming him popped into my head. I worked my mouth back up and resumed sucking his rock hard cock working on my deep throating skills from this angle.

Ray didn’t make any move to suck my cock at all. He stroked my cock a few times but then he started using both hands to rub and stroke my ass. His finger tips lightly brushed over my smooth skin. Then his fingers would dig in, firmly kneading my butt. I have a smooth round bubble butt and I could tell he was getting into touching and exploring it. He even spread my cheeks wide open a few times. His hands felt great on me and I went to town on his cock slurping, sucking and gagging on his rod.

Ray shifted again sliding in behind me and reached around to stroke my cock. I felt his spit-slick cock head rub the small of my back. As Ray continued to jerk me off, he started to rub his cock all over my ass cheeks. I was surprised but it felt so good. I wanted his cock back in my mouth as soon as possible but I decided to let this play out a little. Ray seemed to enjoy it.

He held his cock in his hand and rubbed it all over me. He tapped it against my soft skin. The sound of him slapping his cock on me was almost a bigger turn on than the how good it felt. He kept stroking my cock with a slow steady rhythm. And then he moved his cock between my cheeks and started humping, his cock sliding up and down between my cheeks.

“Does that feel good?” he asked. I told him it felt amazing and I wiggled my butt a little as he moved against it. As we continued, I heard him fumbling with something in the night stand drawer. There was a crinkling sound and a snap of something plastic. “I’m going to fuck you now,” he said. His voice was low and raspy.

My mind raced but my body was frozen. It’s not like I’d never thought about it. Of course I have tried fingering my own ass when jerking off. I was gölbaşı escort just starting to get good at giving blow jobs. Bottoming wasn’t even on my radar. A sudden realization of how big Ray’s cock was made me panic. Before I could speak, I felt Ray’s well lubed index finger push into my ass. I gasped at the unexpected sensation. Ray just started working his finger in and out. I could hear the slick sounds of it behind me and his raspy breathing by my ear. I heard the plastic click again and realized it must be the top to the bottle of lube. Reapplied, he pushed two fingers up my ass.

After a few really deep thrusts he let his fingers slowly slip out of me. He stopped stroking my cock and I felt him turning back toward the night stand again. My mind raced. Was I really going to let me fuck me? It wasn’t that long ago that I had a cock in my mouth for the first time and now I was going to have a cock up my ass? The rush of thoughts came to an abrupt halt as I felt his lubed, condom sheathed cock sliding between my cheeks. He pressed the tip of his penis against my tight puckered star and rubbed around it with gentle pressure. “Oh god, yes,” I blurted out as he rubbed his cock against my hole. It felt so amazing. I knew I wanted this.

“Pull your legs up toward your chest,” he said into my ear. His hands guided me into a position on my side with my knees up. He re-positioned himself behind me and I felt his cock rubbing on my rosebud again. “I promise I’ll go easy,” he reassured. He pushed in. I felt the blunt pressure against my star and then his cock head popped in. He instantly had about a quarter of his cock in me. I winced and sucked in a sharp breath. He held himself still and reminded me to breathe. He talked me through a few deep breaths in and out. It hurt, but the sensation of fullness and pressure was delicious.

He started to move. Not in and out, just a small circular motion, his hips rotating slightly. I felt him push a little more in and then pull back. He kept that small push and pull going for a few minutes, ever so slowly pushing more of his perfect cock up my ass.I waited and timed his moves and I pushed my ass back keçiören escort as he pushed in. His cock plunged deep in my ass and I groaned loudly. After a few long full strokes in and out he pulled out. I felt my empty ass pulsing.

“Now I think you’re ready.” he said. He grabbed my hips and put me on the bed on all fours. He pushed my head and shoulders down on the bed and pushed my knees wider apart as he settled in behind me. I heard him adding more lube. He spread my cheeks with one hand and guided his cock to my hole with the other. He plunged fully inside me. I clutched at the blankets and buried my face in the bed. As he started a slow rhythm I readjusted to his big cock up my ass, the pain melting into that incredible feeling of being penetrated and full. Before long I felt his hands dig into my hips and he started to really fuck my ass. I was holding on for dear life as I felt his hips start to slap against my ass over and over. After awhile I was able to push back into him again and I heard him moan every time I did that.

He bucked into me faster and faster and I could tell he was going to cum. My own cock was waving back and forth under me leaking pre cum like mad. He rammed in deep and held himself there grinding against me. I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he came and my own cock exploded all over the bed. He collapsed on top of me holding his slacking cock inside me as long as he could. When my throbbing tunnel finally expelled his slack cock, he got up and went into the bathroom. When he came out I hopped up and ran into the bathroom myself.

When I came out, he had cleaned things up and he was wearing a T-shirt and sweat pants drinking a beer. He held out a beer to me as I approached. I got dressed quickly while taking a few long drinks for the beer. My ass throbbed. I realized that I really like the feeling of having a well fucked ass. I wondered how long the feeling would last. It was like that great feeling you get after a good run or workout. We made small talk as we finished our beers and I made an excuse for leaving. I rode the elevator down to the lobby thinking the whole thing over in my mind. I liked getting fucked way more than I ever thought I would. Still, I missed sucking him off to completion and feeling his cum in my mouth. I started thinking about how I could have both things another time in the future. The elevator bell dinged and the doors opened, wiping out my thoughts. It felt like I was almost waddling as I walked out the doors to the parking lot. I wondered if anyone noticed I was walking funny.

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Rooming with Mark Pt. 03

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I wanted to stay like that forever. Embracing Mark, my ass filled with his cock. But we knew we had to stop eventually. I hope we could do it again, but time will tell. We still haven’t talked about any of this yet. This is all new territory for me, and I have no idea where Mark stands. So before this happened again, and that’s if it does, I have to talk to him about it. But I was drenched in sweat from my run before I got back to the dorm, and the great sex didn’t help any (not that I’m complaining.) I needed to clean up before anything else.

So after a few more blissful minutes, I spoke up for the first time since last night. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a shower.”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” Mark replied.

Mark sat up, pulled his cock out. It made feel empty, but it had to happen. We both stood out of bed and got dressed. We just put on loose shorts and shirts and grabbed our toiletries and towels. Before we stepped out, Mark spoke up.

“I’d like to shower with you, but maybe we should go to separate stalls. In case someone else comes in.”

I won’t lie, I was a little bummed, but I knew he was right. “Yeah, probably best.” Was all I replied.

We walked out of our room and we saw more students were starting to show up, bringing their stuff into the dorms. The halls were packed. When we made it to the bathroom, there were already about 8 or 10 guys in here. Some already taking showers. Definitely a good call to shower separately.

The bathroom was surprisingly spacious. There were alot of shower stalls. A bunch of solo stalls, some for 2 people, several for 4, and two big communal stalls for 8 people. Mark and I picked some available solo stalls and started showering.

I was lathering up with emek escort my soap when my brain started to wonder to Mark. I wasn’t sure how to feel, honestly. Don’t get me wrong, I liked what happened, obviously. But did that make me gay? Is he gay now? Are we a couple? Is he going to insist we take it to the next level before we keep doing this? Am I willing to do that? Are we going to keep doing this at all? Are we just doing the typical “experimenting” one does in college?

I had to stop this thought train before it derailed and crashed. I came to the realization that I can wonder and question all I’d like, but I won’t get anywhere until I talk to Mark about this. And that’s exactly what I was going to do.

I finished washing up and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped myself in the towel and headed to my room. When I stepped in, I saw Mark was already inside and dressed. I must’ve been showering longer than I thought. I walked past him to my closet and grabbed some clothes. I removed my towel and got dressed. I wasn’t going to be shy about being naked around Mark. It doesn’t matter if we continue whatever we’re doing or not, he’s already seen me naked. No point in trying to cover up. I won’t lie though, the thought of him looking at me naked was getting me half hard. All I wanted to do was jump on top of him and fuck his hot ass like he did me, but I knew I couldn’t. Not just yet, I hope.

Mark spoke up. “I’m starving. Do you want to head to the cafeteria?”

I look at my phone and noticed it was after 1:00. I was pretty hungry, but I had to take care of something first. I slip my shirt over my head and reply, “Yeah, I’m pretty hungry. But first, can we talk? About everything?”

Mark eryaman escort looked surprised at first, then relieved. “Oh. Uh, yeah, we probably should.”

I sat next to him on his bed. “For starters, where did you go? I was up at 6:00 and you were already gone.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” Mark answered. “I woke up after a few hours and couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t stop thinking about what we did. So I when I felt sober enough, I went for a drive. It helps me think.”

Okay, that makes sense I guess.” I said. “I’ve sort of been doing the same thing all morning. I went for a run to clear my head, but other than that, I’ve just been thinking about us.”

“Yeah, me too. I’ve just been driving and thinking. About what we did, what it meant, where we go from here. I came back this morning to talk to you about all this, to see how you felt about it. But once I saw you, all I wanted to do was grab you and kiss you.” I could see Mark’s cock growing in his shorts, which only made mine grow as well. The urge to jump on him and ravage him came back, but I fought it. I wanted to stay on topic. I had to.

Mark paused to look at me and ask me something, “I have to ask. Have you done that before?”

I could actually feel myself blushing a little. What was this boy doing to me?

“No. I’ve never been with a guy before last night. Never gave it a serious thought before, honestly.”

Mark looked surprised. “I never would have guessed. I’ve actually…..never done that before last night either.”

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. I couldn’t believe it. “Bullshit. There’s no way last night was your first time.”

“I’m serious, G.” Mark esat escort insisted. “I’ve been curious, but never followed through. I didn’t think I’d ever be with a guy, but after meeting you and getting to know you, something changed I guess.” Mark seemed embarrassed now, looking down at the ground. “I liked you the moment I saw you.”

I lifted his head up and looked into his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. I felt the same thing yesterday. I still do. I’m happy and giddy when I’m around you, and it’s the first time I haven’t thought of my ex in months. That has to mean something.”

Mark didn’t seem embarrassed anymore. In fact, he smiled at me. I can’t resist that damn smile. I smiled back before I leaned in and kissed him. Now that everything was out in the open, now that I know how he truly feels, this was the best kiss we’ve had so far. It had meaning and depth. It was real. It was wonderful. I’m still not sure what is going to happen with me and Mark. Whether we’re going to start dating, or we just stay fuck buddies. Or maybe this will crash and burn like the Hindenburg. But no matter where this road takes us, I’m confident we’re both willing to chance it and find out. Together.

Thank you guys for reading Part 3! Sorry this took so long. I’ve been having internet issues the last few weeks, so I haven’t been able to upload any stories. But there’s a silver lining: I’m uploading Part 4 at the same time! It should be up at the same time as this story, if not a day or two later depending when the story gets approved and uploaded.

Also, thank you all for the feedback from the previous entries. And don’t worry, I was well aware of the lack of communication between G and Mark in Part 2. I wrote it like that intentionally. My original plan was to bring it all out in the open in this chapter, which is why this one doesn’t have any real action in it (sorry about that, by the way. Remember, I’m trying to tell a story as well as turn you on.) But don’t worry, it picks up in Part 4 and beyond. So let me know what you think in the comments. Thanks again!

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His Protector

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“Are you fucking serious?!” I said over the phone standing in the hall of my office building.

“Yeah…..that fucking asshole flat out admitted to his face and then made a post on Instagram about being single again. Apparently, it’s been going on for months.” Sara’s words were laced with an anger I hadn’t seen from her in a long time but It was nothing compared to my own.

“How’s he taking it?” I let out a heavy sigh as I leaned up against the wall reeling my temper back in check. I was worried because Taylor was never the best at handling these things.

‘How do you think he’s handling it? You’re his best friend! And probably the only person he’ll talk to right now!” Sarah countered.

“And you’re his sister!” A weak argument really.

“But I’ll try and give him a call and see how he’s doing, and I guess I can head over that way after work.” I resigned. Sara was right though; I was the only one that might have a chance of talking to Taylor after this. He wouldn’t do anything stupid but I wasn’t going to take that chance.

“Ray, thanks for taking care of him. You’re the only real friend he has, and your friendship means more than anything to him.” Sara laid it on thick but there was sincerity in her voice.

I figured it wasn’t the best idea to wait all day to call Taylor since I knew he was just going to be sitting at home with nothing to keep him busy. I tried to call him on his phone, discord, and messenger but I didn’t get an answer.

I knew he was upset but he should know better than to make Sara and I worry like this. I poked into my boss’s office and told him that I had to go deal with an emergency and I might be gone a few days but if anything came up, I would have my computer with me. He said he understood and to take all the time.

I tried to give T another call, but once again I was met with nothing. Taylor lived about two hours away from me. It was the same apartment we shared all the way through college and after we graduated, he found a job at a software company in town that allowed him to work from home, so he decided that staying there was easier than finding a new place. I got an offer for a place at a cybersecurity consulting firm but a two-hour commute both ways wasn’t something I was looking forward to so I moved out and got a place closer to work.

I headed home, changed out of my work clothes and tossed a few days clothes in a duffel bag and got back in my truck and headed over to the grocery store. I knew Taylor too well and I figured as upset as he was even If he didn’t want to see anybody, I could bribe the little gremlin with an offering of snacks.

After running through the store, I got back in my car and got on the highway. I was mid-day, but a major accident turned a six lane highway to one lane, leaving me sitting in dead standstill traffic. While I sat there, I thought back to how me and Taylor became friends..

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I had just moved from North Carolina to Maryland after my dad got a new job. I was 10 and really didn’t have any friends the first two years because “I was just the big kid from the country”. I was a good six inches taller and easily outweighed any of the kids in my grade, so when the bullies came, they didn’t try and bully me for fear of me fighting back. It stayed that way for about a year when we got a new kid, Taylor, and the kids immediately went to picking on him. While I was bigger than all the other kids, Taylor was smaller, and his style and mannerism weren’t doing him any favors. He was quiet, a little chubby, had long hair, and had painted fingernails. All together a much easier target for the bullies. At free time after lunch, I usually just walked around the school yard since none of the other kids liked me. Today, though I saw the usual group of bullies messing with Taylor and I had always been told that if you can, you protect those who can’t protect themselves. This mindset had led me into a lot of fights before I moved so I was reluctant to revert to my old ways, but something made me want to help.

I walked over and told them to leave him alone, but they didn’t listen, instead they tried throwing insults at me. It was pathetic and I gave them another chance to leave. They didn’t take it. A quick stomp on the toe of one followed by an elbow to the gut and headbutt to the other cleared everything up and they left licking their wounds. After that I introduced myself and we became quick friends. Over the next few years, the situation would play out almost the same way a few times. Someone would pick on Taylor; I would come in and save him. The worst time happened when Taylor came out in 10th grade. Some guys claimed he was looking at them in the locker room and beat him up. I felt horrible because I had been out of school that day and felt like I had been there, it wouldn’t have happened. The next day though and despite Taylor’s insistence that I wouldn’t go and do anything brash, demetevler escort I went and kicked all their asses before turning myself over to the principal. I got off easy and got only a few days suspension. We had a few more times where people would bother him, but it always stopped soon because you didn’t want to “get on the bad side of his boyfriend” as they would say.

We shared a love of video games and wanting to make them as a career so we both decided to go into the computer science field and decided to apply to the same college. We both got in and we decided to get an apartment instead of staying on campus. During our time at school, we both found things in comp sci we enjoyed more than creating games, Taylor was amazing at coding and I got really into cybersecurity. Tay used to say I was always looking out for people and that while this was digital protection, it was protecting someone, none the less. College was a lot less judgmental than our previous school experiences, and Taylor found acceptance and started dating. I had few semi-serious relationships with girls I met at school but nothing steady and by my sophomore year I came out as Bi, which didn’t surprise anyone, then I dated a few guys but once again, nothing serious, mainly just one night stands or semi-occasional fuck buddies. Taylor would date somebody then a few moths later he would have a bad breakup and come running home.

This pattern continued till about our senior year when he met, Allen. Allen was this guy from the wrestling team who was everything Taylor liked in a guy on the surface, he seemed perfect, but I honestly never liked the guy. I heard rumors about him and every time I tried to tell T, he would say I was wrong and that I shouldn’t worry.

Over the past two years, I eventually I relented and even though I never trusted Allen, he made Tay happy and to me that was all that was important.

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I snapped back to reality as the traffic finally started to break. I wanted to go pay Allen a visit, but he was a little down my list. I had more important matters at hand then dealing with that cheating asshole.

I finally got to our old building and headed up the stairs, and around the corner to the apartment. I usually was here every other weekend if neither of us had any real plans and I did have my own key but I just didn’t want to go bursting in.

As I stood there holding the two shopping bags of snacks and my own bag across my shoulder, I couldn’t really knock. I could hear the sounds of battle and Japanese so I knew he was on the couch in the front room. He didn’t know I was coming but I’m sure he figured I would come eventually after finding out.

I gave the door a light kick on the bottom, something I use to do all the time when my hands were full back when I lived here.

“T, open the door. I know you. You’re sitting on the couch curled up in a ball watching anime. Let me in, please?”

Nothing.

“Come on, bro! Just open the door.” Once again, nothing…..

“I brought snacks!” I finally heard movement. Like I said, Taylor was a little gremlin who could be bribed with food when necessary.

I heard the door unlock and the moment it opened; a short, figure in an oversized hoodie wrapped its arms around me tightly. I couldn’t see his face but I knew the tears were streaming.

His 5’4 frame let him bury his face right in my chest.

Honestly this just felt like our first few years of our friendship, him getting hurt and me comforting him.

“Hey, my arms are full. Let’s go back inside.” I followed him back into the apartment. All the lights were out, save for the TV.

Taylor hopped back on the couch and tucked his knees into his chest. I walked over into the kitchen and placed the two bags of snacks on the counter. I took my bag and tossed it off to the side of the big recliner I left here. I grabbed my secret weapon out of the snack bags and walked over to the couch and sat besides Taylor, who had unpaused whatever anime he had been watching before I arrived.

“Whatcha watching?” I asked trying to him to open up before I used the ace up my sleeve.

Nothing….Fine be that way

“Well If you won’t talk than I guess you can’t ask me for any of my ice cream.” I said jokingly

Black cherry ice cream was like catnip to Taylor, If I couldn’t get him to talk for this, then I wasn’t sure what it was going to take.

“You’re gonna share, right?” He finally said not even looking towards me.

“Here.” I handed him the container and spoon I sat down with, my plan seemed to work as I got over the first two barriers of getting him to talk to me.

As Taylor began eating his ice cream, I decided I would go ahead and wait a bit before I tried to get any information about the whole situation with Allen. We watched two episodes of the generic dikmen escort isekai that Taylor had been watching before I came over.

During the show, he did his usual thing of curling up against me and laying on my shoulder. I had several girlfriends over the years, that our closeness made them uncomfortable, but I told them, that they were all just used to guys being way too insecure (I always left out the part where he called me his emotional support teddy bear because that might just have been going too far).

“So…. Sara told me what happened” I said lightly.

T grabbed my arm tighter. He didn’t say anything and with his hood up I couldn’t see his face, but I did hear the sniffling.

“T, I’m sorry. I knew you thought that you had the right guy this time but hey remember I have always told you?” I hoped he would turn around and look at me, but he didn’t.

“What?! That Allen was a horrible piece of shit and that I should be ready for him to hurt me?!” he said still not turning to see me.

“What? No…well OK I did say that a few times… but before him. Before any of the past guys?”

I realized that he might be a little mad at me, almost thinking that I came here as a “I told you so!”.

“I told you that no matter what happens, you can always come to me when things go bad. I’m always going to here for you to talk to and be a literal shoulder to cry on.”

I took my free hand and pulled the hood down from his head.

His mid length brown hair was a mess, and his makeup was smeared and had runs from where he was crying.

“Hey, let me up for a minute, OK?” He looked a little confused as though I was taking something he needed away from him.

I walked down the hall the bathroom off the living room. I had been in here a million times and knew that he kept some extra makeup wipes in the cabinet. I grabbed them and headed back to the couch, tossing the pack, and watching him fail at catching it.

He never did get any better at sports over the years.

“Clean yourself up. We’re way pass the emo days and Warped Tour! Also, I’m pretty sure that’s my hoodie and I don’t want a whole bunch of makeup stains on it when I finally get it back” I said thinking back to high school and going to concerts and festivals.

Taylor had fully embraced emo culture back then. I remember joking that him and some of his favorite artist were prettier than a lot of girls at the shows.

Taylor picked up the pack of wipes, took a few out, and then stuck his tongue out at me and threw the rest of the pack at me. He missed wide right, and I watched as the pack went harmlessly down the hall.

“A for effort but a C for accuracy” I laughed as I went and grabbed a can of Monster from the fridge.

I sat back down next to him as he cleaned up his makeup, tossing the used ones in the general direction of the trash can next to the TV.

After he finished, he pulled off the hoodie and threw it at me.

“Congrats, You’re like one for ten on your throws tonight!” I was just trying to keep the mood light as we inevitably moved towards the more uncomfortable topic.

Taylor looked at me and then looked down.

“What did I do wrong?” He said heavily.

I knew he felt like he must have done something wrong but he really didn’t. He just was the target of a known asshole and Allen probably never loved him, but I couldn’t say that, at least out loud.

“Look bro, sometimes you just wind up getting hurt. Doesn’t mean you did anything wrong and I know how you feel. Remember like two years ago, when Emily cheated on me?”

That one hurt to think about because I honestly thought we were going to have a future together, but that really didn’t matter anymore.

“And she never even gave me a reason! All I’m saying is that almost all the time, if someone is going to cheat, you probably can’t stop them. FUCK THEM!!” I stood up as I said this taking a few steps around the living room.

I tried to keep my cool as I said this, but the fact of the matter was that I wanted to smash Allen into a pulp was just under the surface.

Taylor let out a giggle at my little speech.

“Once again, here you are as my protector, this time from myself….” He said quietly.

I wanted to see him smile.

I downed the rest of my Monster, crushed the can, and grabbed one of the xbox controllers from under the coffee table, pointing it at Taylor like it was a gun.

“ALEXA, PLAY THIS WAR IS OURS BY ESCAPE THE FATE!!” I commanded the little speaker on the sofa table.

As the music came on with its signature Halo chorus, I looked at Taylor

“Enough of the sadness!! I want to do glorious battle with the Covenant!! I yelled and tossed another controller at him.

I saw the smile I wanted to see slowly grow over his face.

Halo co-op was our thing. It always had been our go to stress relief for years and I knew I could distract him from his rough time with some elvankent escort good gaming.

Several hours of going through the Master Chief collection and going back to watch a bunch of classic Red vs Blue shorts, we were both laughing and it seemed like Taylor had become his normal, happy self.

“343 will never be able to outdo Bungie, T!” I said grabbing another piece of the pizza we ordered around halfway through Halo 2.

“Yeah…Yeah!!” Taylor said throwing a pillow from the couch at me, once again missing.

“Maybe if I got closer, you won’t miss! At least you’re a good shot in Halo” I said as I got right in his face

Taylor immediately planted a kiss on my lips

“Boom! Headshot!” he said laughing..

I bust out laughing as well as I collapsed on the couch.

“Ok that was unfair.” I said looking back at him.

I had always been attracted to him, but I felt like if I tried to have a relationship, I would damage our friendship and I was not going to let that happen. I didn’t even know if I he found me attractive anyway so I figured it would just be for the best if I just protected him when I could and stay close. He always called me his protector, and I was content with being just that honestly.

“Ray, will you stay with me tonight?” He asked with a little embarrassment.

“I brought clothes and stuff so I could! I even took a few days off!” I said wanting him to know I was here for him.

“……. No, I mean like sleep with me tonight…like in my bed.” He said sheepishly

I had to decide what I was going to do because I was sure this was the line that I had been fighting not to cross.

If anything, this gave me the knowledge that he at least found me attractive. I mean I never felt I was ugly, but I was definitely overweight and while I was nowhere near weak, I didn’t have the muscle that some of his previous boyfriends had.

I looked at him and he knew what he was doing. He put this little pout on his face, one that over the years I had caved to more than a few times.

“Fine…I’ll stay with you.” I said in a false defeated tone.

“I’m going to take a bath!” He said as he jumped up and almost ran down the hallway.

I remembered hearing my phone vibrating during our gaming session and decided to finally check it.

I somehow missed 10 text and 4 calls from Sara. I sent her a text saying everything was fine and I would check back in with her in the morning. I had to laugh to myself because my relationship with my sister was nothing like theirs. We barely talked and she couldn’t care less about my dating life.

I decided I was going to take a shower while Taylor was in the bath. I remember when we were first looking for a place, he was argued that we didn’t need two bathrooms, but I won that argument by bringing up that he spent an hour in the bathroom every morning and I wasn’t missing class waiting for him to make himself pretty.

The front bathroom had always been mine, as it was right across the hall from my old room. I looked at the sink seeing the toothpaste and toothbrush I knew had to belong to Allen. I felt a twinge of anger before casually throwing it in the trash. I felt petty but I kind of wanted to see what else he left that I could get rid of before the weekend ended.

I took my shower and a questioned if I was doing the right thing. I felt like I almost was preying on him in a time of weakness but was that really the case? I shook my head. Who said there was going to be sex? I was just spending a night in bed with him……Yeah, sure.

I stepped out the shower and pulled on just some basketball shorts and a black t shirt that I had tossed in my bag. I left the bathroom and walked down the hall to peak into Taylor’s room. The door to the bathroom was closed and I could hear his speaker playing music over a few light splashes. I walked back to the living room and popped the x-box back on for a bit.

I played some Forza while I waited for him to finish his bath. It was another thirty minutes or so before he came back up front.

“Ready?” he asked walking towards me.

He was wearing what appeared to be nothing but a large Pittsburgh Steelers shirt.

“That’s mine…..” I said as he sat down next to me. I could smell his body wash, it smelled of cherries with a hint of citrus.

“I found it behind the laundry machine.” He said flatly.

“AND If I remember correctly, you said I could have anything you left!” he said while once again sticking his tongue out at me.

“Yeah yeah.” I rolled my eyes at him and shook my head.

“Hey, Rayray!” he said excitedly.

He was the only person in the world I allowed to call me that and even then, it still annoyed me but it caused me to do exactly what he wanted me to do.

I turned my head to see what he wanted only for him to kiss me again but this time we held it. The last time was so quick I never got to appreciate how soft his lips were. I bit down on his lower lip slightly, causing him to release a cute moan and arch his back.

He broke the kiss and sat back on the couch.

“Hey…Can you carry me back to the bed?” He put that pout back on from earlier. I was going to play along but I had a little something planned.

“Yeah, I can but I’m not into the whole little thing.” I knew I would get a response with that..

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Better Late Than Never Ch. 02

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I recommend reading Chapter One before this one.

—–

I guess that I had dozed off after Tom did, and when I rolled over to take a look at him, he still seemed to be asleep. Perhaps he was having some good dreams–of being with me, I hoped–because his cock was partially on the way to getting hard again.

I shifted position so that I could take his soft cock in my mouth. I began a gentle sucking and swirled my tongue around the head that still fascinated me. I felt myself beginning to get hard as I felt him enlarging in my mouth. It was an amazing to feel him swelling to fill me and I began to suck harder.

I glanced up his eyes met mine.

“That’s the kind of alarm that I could get used to waking up to,” he said with a smile.

I moved up to bring my lips to his while lightly stroking his firm shaft.

We shared a few light kisses before he pulled away.

“Aren’t you all hot and bothered again. Hey, let me go to the bathroom before things get out of control. Which actually I’m looking forward to, by the way.

I raised myself on my elbows so I could get a good look at his ass as he headed to take a piss. While I was certain I could pick his cock out of police lineup, and I hadn’t had a chance to see him naked at a distance. Definitely an impressive butt. He been a runner for years, and his buttocks and legs were nicely toned.

There had been a time when I really my body go; too many carbs, desserts, and martinis. When I finally committed to giving in to my long suppressed desire for gay sex, I knew that first I had to get in shape–or at least slightly passable shape. That had been quite an ordeal of long walks, starvation diets, and exercises. Especially butt shaping exercises. Of course, it was always women doing the exercises in YouTube videos, which made me feel a little silly when I worked out with bands, but I figured if I wanted my ass fucked, it needed to be at least semi-attractive. Getting rid of my love handles had been the hardest battle of all. While there was still room for improvement, I was pretty satisfied with the new me.

Checking out Tom’s ass reminded me that back when I was going back and forth about going down this path, I worried that since I didn’t regularly check out men’s asses in real life perhaps I was just fantasizing. In the real world, I was afraid I’d get naked with a guy, stare down at my limp dick, yell “Sorry,” then fumble my way into my clothes and dash out of the room.

Occasionally I’d scan guys while pushing my grocery cart through the aisles, keeping a score of how many I could imagine fucking. The usual tally was zero.

I guess that a sign of how much I really wanted this was how many stupid obstacles I had set for myself and had managed to overcome.

While these thoughts were running through my head, I had been stroking my cock in hopes of being ready for Round Two when he returned.

“Let me take over,” he said as he pushed my hand aside and began fondling my cock and balls. I was on my back and he was on his side pressed against me.

Tom caught me by surprise when he scooped up the precum from the head of my cock and shaft and used it to coat his lips and then mine.

As we sucked and licked the taste off of each other’s lips, I reached down to find his erection. With my thumb and three fingers I massaged his head until I had more precum to bring to our lips.

Our kisses became more rough and insistent, and our hands tightened around each other’s cocks in harder, faster strokes.

He pulled back a bit. “We’re pretty damn good at this for first-timers, aren’t we? I think it’s because we put this off for so long, fantasized about it so long. We had stored up so many things that we wanted to try.”

“You could be right,” I said with a laugh. “Maybe we’re just sex maniacs.”

“Well, you’ve got a point there. But I certain sex maniac promised to make love to my ass, rim me, and fuck me with his gorgeous, thick uncut cock.” To reinforce his point, his fingers gripped the thickest part of my shaft.

“Are you certain he promised?” I teased. “But a promise is a promise, and if he really is a sex maniac, I’m sure he will follow through.”

I sensed that he knew my casual response was a fraud. He spun around and lay down on his stomach with his legs spread offering me his ass.

I moved toward him and let my cock press between his cheeks as I leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

“I might be a sex maniac, but I’m going to drive you wild as I feast on your ass and fill you with my thick cock. Once you’re comfortable I’m going to fuck you hard.”

“Oh, yeah! That’s what I want, but screw the condom. I’ve seen your çankaya escort test results.”

Athletes talk about being in zone, and, I guess, the best sex comes when you’re in the sex zone, a kind of mindlessness when the next caress, the next motion, is triggered by the other’s response to the last one.

Looking back on the day, I realize that in our first session, I was always trying hard to do everything just right–thinking too much.

For the first time, I really let go and was just fucking.

I moved back and roughly massaged each butt cheek with both hands. I spread them wide and lapped the flat of tongue from the perineum, across his anus, to the top of his crack. Again and again, faster and harder each time until his crack was drenched with my saliva. Across each side of his crack, I pressed sucking kisses, and random nibbles, raking him with my teeth, pausing only for teasing flicks across his puckered anus.

I deeply inhaled his musky scent as I zeroed in on the target. I relished his moans as my tongue circled his opening and I brought my lips down to suck the edges. I could feel him quiver as my tongue flicked across the entrance, then swirled round and round. I jabbed my stiffened tongue against the resistance of his muscles and pressed inside a bit. I pulled it back and thrust in and in again and again.

I quickly lubed two fingers and none to gently pressed them in deep to massage his prostrate.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he moaned.

I twisted and spread my fingers and inserted a third to really open him up.

Breathlessly he called out, “Yes, fuck me now!”

My attention now turned to my cock which had been beyond my focus. As I gave it a generous coating of lube, I wondered if had ever been this hard, this thick before.

I had to resist the urge to ram my cock up his ass in one hard thrust. I teased him with light presses against his opening. Relishing his resistance and surrender, I eased the head in past both sets of sphincters.

“More?” I asked.

“Yes, yes,” he replied shaking his vigorously up and down.

I lifted his hips slightly until he was supported on spread knees and I had a better angle of entry. I went slow feeling his hot tightness against the smooth skin of my penis. It was so much more intense than with the condom.

He let out a moan when the thickest part of my shaft raked across his prostate. I felt my balls come to rest against his when I reached the limit.

I slowly pulled back, dimly aware that he was feeling what I had felt hours before–the simultaneous wonderful sensation from the sliding cock back and the sudden emptiness and need to be filled again. Damn, no pleasure I’d ever experienced came close to the sensations from anal.

When I was almost out, he tightened the grip of his sphincters to hold me in.

“Keep that up. It feels so fucking amazing.”

I grabbed his hips and pulled them back so he was taking me in deeper. I remained still and pulled him back to take me all the way in. I pushed his hips forward and he got the idea. For a while, I let him set the pace–at first deliciously slow and then quicker and more insistent.

I just couldn’t remain still and surged forward, slamming my pelvis against his ass. My hands reached under him to squeeze his nipples. Alternating hard thrusts in and slow retractions soon became frantic thrusts in and out. He pushed back, but I had more leverage.

“Fuck, yeah! Fuck, yeah!” he kept repeating, his hands clenching the sheets tightly, as we pounded each other.

I was panting emitting a guttural groan each time my pelvis rammed into his ass. The sensations that rippled through my shaft were unlike anything I had experienced before. Pleasure ripped through me as my cock spasmed again and again.

His whole body was shaking and he let out an extended moan as if he must be imagining my hot cum exploding deep in his rectum.

I lay across his back, trying to catch my breathe, my still hard cock deep in him. I thought how beautiful it would be to see my cum sliding from his ass and down his thighs. Maybe a stupid thought, but I was still caught in the moment.

I didn’t move until I sensed that my softening cock would soon slip out of his ass. I flopped on my back next to him, feeling spent.

“Holy shit,” he said. “What a total fuck. Beyond anything I’ve imagined.”

“I want your cum,” I managed to get out.

He straddled my face and brought his cock to my lips. “Just don’t swallow. We need to share,” he insisted.”

I lost all sense of artistry and practically devoured his cock with hard sucks, raising my head to cebeci escort take all of him. Getting ass-fucked had him on the edge and it wasn’t long before I sensed he was about to cum. I pulled back and aimed his cock at my open mouth. I took a huge load on my tongue and moved his shaft to coat my lips and chin.

There was plenty to share and share we did with forceful and lingering kisses. He slowly sucked the cum off the tongue I thrust into his mouth. His lips sucked up the cum off my chin and neck. He offered me some with his tongue. He seemed to love spreading large portions on my lips and watch me lick them clean, shamelessly displaying my lust for his thick cum.

It was amazing that somehow I’d stumbled across the perfect lover, someone who was as addicted as I was to the sheer joy of fucking. I didn’t love Tom. I barely knew him. I loved fucking him and being fucked by him. The intensity was off the chain.

Once the heat of that amazing fuck began to fade, it seemed that our somewhat advanced ages caught up with us, and we were pretty wiped with sore muscles, tender cocks, and overall exhaustion.

“Worth it,” Tom asserted, and I heartily agreed.

Although the walk-in shower had potential for erotic mayhem, we were too worn out to take advantage. We did manage to wash each other and shared a few kisses and embraces, but we were most interested into letting hot water soak tired muscles.

We just managed to make it to our dinner reservation. The food and service were exquisite, but we only managed small talk because we were seated close to a couple. Looked like a business executive and his young secretary, who he probably hoped to be banging before the night was over. Of course, I was very fixated on sex granted the days events, so the woman innocently could have been his college age daughter.

As we were sharing an outstanding piece of New York cheesecake with blueberries for dessert, I noticed something. Tom had his left hand on the table as he forked another piece with his right. In the light from the candle, I noticed a white stripe on his tanned ring finger–a stripe that screamed wedding ring.

It might have been just my imagination, but Tom seemed to notice and moved his left hand to his lap.

Of course, I hadn’t shared everything about myself with Tom. And, good grief, I couldn’t believe that I found someone so sexually compatible with me. He fucked me exactly how I wanted to be fucked, and I was pretty sure that was reciprocal. Damn, he was sexy and creative. It shouldn’t bother me. After all, I really didn’t care if he was married.

But it did bother me in a way. Why hadn’t he shared that fact?

On the other hand, why should I care? This was just about fucking right? Totally awesome, mind-blowing fucking. A hookup, no strings attached, except it was so exceptional that an encore or encores seemed inevitable.

For some reason, I couldn’t stop this mental ping-pong. This wouldn’t be first time overthinking led me to ruin a good thing.

Nevertheless, I was actually relieved that we both were still exhausted when we returned to the room. Though we went to bed naked, after a few kisses and caresses, we decided to call it a night.

“The morning is a great time to get nasty,” he said as he turned off the light.

“Assuming,” I said, “we’ve recovered from our exertions.”

Before long Tom was lightly snoring, and I, of course, was wrapped up in ping-ponging pointless thoughts.

Astonishingly, it was Marley who helped me work it all out. If you don’t remember her, she was seated at the table with Tom in the bar when I first met him. I ran into her after I checked out, or, I suppose it would be more accurate to say that I found her waiting for me.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. All that came later. You probably want to know what happened the morning after between Tom and me.

———-

I woke up the next morning with crusted eyes and a body that felt as if I had been the loser of a brutal cage fight. The ref could have been more merciful and stopped the fight sooner. About the only thing that was normal was that I had my usual morning wood. I rolled onto my side and scraped off what must have been dried cum on my cheek.

Tom evidently had fared better. He was, after all, about five years younger than me. I felt his hand slide down the crack of my butt and lubed fingers found my rim.

He held me close and nibbled at the lobe of my ear. He sucked at it, tugged it with his teeth, and darted his tongue into my ear.

“I can’t believe how wild you got last night when you made love to my ass and çukurambar escort so thoroughly fucked me,” he whispered. “I want to go there, too.”

“Mmmm,” was the only response my still foggy brain could come up with. Holy shit, you’re about to get ass-fucked, I told myself, and you’ll probably need a wheelchair to get out of this room. I suppose that was the good angel speaking, or at least the practical one, sitting on one shoulder. One the other shoulder, the lusty goat-hooved little god with a giant phallus got quite a hard-on and licked his lips.

Another note to take away from this encounter–evidently an explicit invitation to lusty sex must trigger hormones or some enzymes that instantly dull pain–temporarily, emphasis on temporarily.

I got up on all fours and did a long stretch like a cat waking up from a nap. Tom moved behind me and began massaging my buns just as I had done it him. When he spread his butt cheeks and brought his mouth to my crack, I soon realized that everything I had done to him was burned into his brain. I savored every lick, suck, and flick of his tongue. It was a turn-on to discover how much I had affected him.

And I understood how he had felt–the wonderful sensations of the tease and desperate yearning to be filled with a warm, rock hard cock. It was like deja vu, only with role reversal.

I flexed my sphincter muscles to hold him in each time he drew back his cock. My total focus was on his cock flooding me with pleasure; I was desperate not to lose it. No, no, don’t take it away. Fill me again. Fill me again. It’s marvelous how getting fucked in the ass wipes away rational thought.

As he pounded me hard, I rejoiced with each thrust. When he began to spasm, I opened my eyes wide. One, two, three, four. Each jet of his cum rocked my world. So fulfilling, yet frustrating that it was about to be over.

I’d never given much thought to being gang-banged, but I knew if there had been another cock in the room, I would have begged for it. Was I that out of control? Would my hunger for cock ever take me to places I couldn’t even imagine or maybe didn’t want to go?

I managed to get up on my knees and face him. I put my arms around his next and kissed him hard. But I was drained and lay back on the bed.

“Hope I wasn’t too rough,” he said, a worried look on his face.”

“No, it was beyond amazing,” I replied. “The old bod, I’m afraid, will pay for it later when I come down from this erotic high.”

“I’m sure you’ll live, but rest up,” he said. “I’m hitting the shower.”

I put two pillows behind my head and tried to relax. I felt his cum dripping from my anus and down my thighs. I moved a bit. I hoped the stains on the sheets would brighten Room Service’s day with some erotic imaginings. Probably not though because I suppose that thing gets old quickly in that kind of work. At any rate, I’d leave a nice tip.

——-

I heard the shower turn off, and after a few minutes he emerged from the bathroom with his hair still wet and he flopped down on the bed. As a dragged myself up to head for the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of that white band on his left hand.

I resolved to put a rest to the ping-pong thoughts as I sat on the toilet for a good long while. Hadn’t finding Tom been far beyond what I had expected? Not a soulmate, maybe, but definitely a fuckmate. We both seemed to recognize that attending to the other’s pleasure brought each of us to mind-blowing orgasms. There hadn’t been any contests for dominance.

Something had told me to hold out for another first-timer. Once I posted my profile in search of a hookup, there had been many days with no messages or a few that were coarse or insulting. Messages I sent were usually unanswered or came back “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m looking for someone younger.” It looked more and more like I’d have to throw caution to the wind and find a guy who’d let me suck his cock in a highway rest stop bathroom stall. Apologies if that’s your thing. Who am I to judge?

——-

When I finally managed to get in the shower, I turned the heat way up. I lingered there, amazed at how much the needles of heat and the handheld massaging showerhead brought life back to my muscles.

When I finally got out, toweled off and headed out of the bathroom, I was surprised to find Tom already dressed and stuffing a few things in his overnight bag.

“Got a text from work,” he said. “The fuckers need me in today to handle a difficult client.”

“No big breakfast, huh,” I stated more than asked.

“Yeah, that sucks,” he replied. “But this is going to be a regular thing, right?”

“Count on it,” I said with a smile. “Until next time then, I’m betting Zoom will get even more interesting. Let’s make sure the regular thing is very regular.”

“If I had known it would be this great …,”

“Yeah, I would have taken the plunge sooner too,” I finished his sentence.

After a few insistent hard kisses and a bit of groping, he headed for the door.

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Game of Marriage

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Game of Marriage

I have put this under the gay category, it involves a cheating husband and wife and some offensive words so if that is a problem for you then don’t read ahead.

Otherwise have fun!

Thank you to Dougslair for editing the story!

The New Job

“So, Darren, why do you want this job?” Darren’s interviewer asked.

Darren was sat on the other side of this woman’s desk, wearing a black suit he only bought a few days ago specifically for this interview.

Since finishing school, Darren has spent the last year not doing a lot and just fooling around with friends and his now ex-girlfriend. When his Ex went to the university and broke up with him, it was a bit of a wakeup call to Darren to get serious about his life.

Now he was 19, he decided to try and get a career started, so he managed to get this interview with a sales company. Darren was nervous before the interview, when he saw the woman interviewing his nervousness doubled!

She was a stunning older woman. Darren couldn’t figure out her age but he would take a guess of around 40. She was tall, long dark hair, brown eyes and she was wearing a black pencil skirt and a buttoned blouse that hugged her figure, really showing off the curves of her arse and her obviously big tits!

Darren considered himself confident with women, since his girlfriend left him, he has slept with a lot of women. But the surprise of this sexy older woman threw him off.

Stuttering, Darren finally managed to answer the question.

“Well, erm Miss Bates.”

“Actually it’s Mrs. Bates.” The woman replied staring at him, her brown eyes burning into Darren and making him even more nervous.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Bates. I want this job as I am young and eager to work hard and start to build my career.” Darren told her.

“Hmmm,” She said from the other side of the desk, reading Darren’s CV, “You have pretty much zero experience. I’m not sure this will work.”

Darren panicked, but taking a few deep breaths, he composed himself and brought back his confident side.

“Mrs. Bates, I know that I don’t have the experience. But I’m young and hungry, I will work harder than anyone to prove that I have what it takes. If you give me this opportunity, you won’t be disappointed.”

Mrs. Bates remained silent, her face not giving away any of her emotions as she stared at Darren who was trying to stop himself from sweating with nervousness.

“Come in Monday, you can have a week trial and see if you last.” Mrs. Bates said.

“Thank you so much!” Darren said, wanting to jump with joy!

“I’ll see you Monday.” Mrs Bates said extending her hand and shaking Darren’s.

When he got back to his car he was smiling uncontrollably and instantly called his parents to give them the good news!

All he had to do was complete the week trial and he could be starting his career.

Over A Week Later

This was it. It was Friday and Darren was going in for his meeting with Mrs Bates about how his trial went, and if they would be keeping him.

He was happy with his work this week, he made sure to be the first one in and the last one to leave every day. He hammered the phones, and although he wasn’t the greatest salesman, he knew he had potential. So, he was feeling confident going into the meeting.

“Darren, take a seat.” Mrs Bates said.

She didn’t make too many appearances around the desks of most of the workers and kept herself in her big office. Being the owner of the company, she was probably paying people to check everyone for her.

Yet every time that Darren saw her, she was dressed in tight, pencil skirts and blouses which turned him on every time.

“Thank you, Mrs. Bates.” Darren said, learning quickly to always be polite and respectful to this scary woman.

In the room were two other managers, one that was Darren’s direct manager and one that was a manager of another team but had spent time training Darren.

“So, I have been given very good feedback about your first week.” Mrs Bates said.

Thank God! Darren thought to himself, letting out a smile.

“That is great to hear, I really want to do well and become an asset in this company.” Darren said back.

“Well,” Mrs Bates continued, “If you keep up this hard work, then you will do well.”

Then he saw it, the first time he has ever seen this woman smile! Her eyes were looking at his, and Darren managed to smile back at this beautiful woman.

He shook hands and thanked the others and then finished for the day. Driving home, Darren called his friends and agreed they were going out drinking tonight to celebrate!

After congratulations from his mum and dad, Darren was finally in the pub with five of his mates getting as drunk as he wanted.

“Well lads, now I have a proper income. It’s time to get spending!” He laughed out loud, buying a round of drinks.

That night was a little bit of a blur after that. They batıkent escort ended up staying out until 4am, and Darren actually ended up back at a 23-year-old girl’s house and fucking her while her mum and dad were in the other room. And he knew they were not quiet!

In the morning, Darren did his best to leave their house quietly, after getting the girl’s number.

When he was in the taxi home, Darren couldn’t stop smiling.

I have a good paid job with a great future, I just fucked a beautiful girl, life can’t get much better than this!

The Beginning

6 months later

Darren has been excelling at work, he works more hours than anyone in the office but has the billing to make it worth it. He was earning a lot of money, more than he knew what to do with.

In fact, he was already given a raise just for his hard work!

In the recent few weeks, he noted Mrs Bates talking to him more. Normally she wouldn’t even say “hi” to him, but every now and again she would come and check in on him and would even give him advice on his work.

Darren was the youngest in the office by at least 15 years so he assumed she was helping guide the young new employee, which he appreciated.

Truth be told, Darren spent nearly every night wanking whilst thinking of his boss, Mrs. Bates and imagining what she would be like on her knees under his desk with his hard cock in her mouth.

Although he still slept with a different woman nearly every weekend, his thoughts were constantly filled with his boss.

One day, he was at his desk when Mrs Bates walked over and said to him, “Darren, will you come to my office?”

“Of course.” He replied and quickly followed behind, staring at her curves as he walked.

Once they were in the room, she closed the door and took her seat on the other side of the desk.

“So, Darren, how are you finding it here?” She asked which made Darren nervous.

“I’m really enjoying it.” He told her, hoping to come off as confident.

After a brief pause, she smiled and said, “Well, I think you are doing great Darren, I am very impressed with your work ethic and am very happy with how you are progressing.”

I wave of relief washed over Darren as he replied, “Thank you so much Mrs Bates.”

“It is my pleasure; I am going to want you to work closer with me in the future. I am going to have some hands on training with you.” She said with a smile.

The idea of the owner of the company training him made Darren excited, hoping that this would help his progress in his career.

When Darren got home later, he told his parents who then took him out to a restaurant to celebrate.

“I am so proud of you son.” Darren’s father said, “You have really turned it around and I couldn’t be happier for you.”

“Me too.” His mother said going across the table and giving him a hug.

The next few months Darren worked as hard as ever, every day he would go and give Mrs Bates a report of his work and she slowly got friendlier and friendlier with him. She was becoming less the scary woman he was afraid of and more of a mentor. Darren couldn’t believe his luck and couldn’t be happier.

Due to his big work load lately, he has had to cut down on his socialising and has not had sex for nearly two months now! Not that that stopped him from wanking every night still picturing his boss.

The Christmas Party

Darren had been at the company for nearly a year now and the annual Christmas party was already getting lively.

He had drunk a good number of beers and was chatting and dancing with nearly everyone in the company.

Being the youngest employee, the other staff members saw him as the young and fun stud and were enjoying partying with him.

Then, Mrs Bates arrived at the party. Everyone was surprised because she was not one to join in these social events and kept herself to herself most of the time. However, now she seemed to be enjoying herself. Darren even saw her drinking a glass of wine or two.

She was dressed in a tight, blue dress, and after a few beers, Darren struggled to keep his erection down whilst staring at her. Every now and again he would accidentally make eye contact and she would smile back.

Her smiles were sending thoughts through Darren’s head… dangerous thoughts.

Does she want me? Being the main one.

Around 10pm, Darren had enough confidence from the alcohol to go and start a conversation with her.

“Mrs Bates! It’s great to see you here!” He said going in for a hug, something he would never be brave enough to do when sober.

“Darren, gotten to the bar a few times I see?” She said with a slight laugh.

“Oh, yes, sorry about that.” Darren said, realising he might have read the situation wrong.

“Do not apologise, it’s nice to see you like this.” She said with a smile.

Maybe I didn’t read this wrong?

“No husband tonight?” Darren beşevler escort asked.

Mrs Bates never spoke of her husband, Darren sometimes questioned if she was even married. If it wasn’t for the ring on her finger, he might think she had made him up.

“Not tonight. He has his own Christmas party to attend to.” She said.

“That’s his loss,” Darren said, and then feeling more confident, “You look amazing by the way.”

She paused for a minute, making Darren panic that he had just crossed a line. That was until she smiled, brushed a slight bit of hair from her face and said back, “Thank you Darren, I have seen you staring at me.”

“Well, who wouldn’t stare at you when you’re looking like that.” Darren said before covering his mouth with a hand, not meaning to be so flirty with the owner of the company.

“Don’t worry Darren, having a young and good lucking boy such as yourself compliment me is nice.” she said. Then, her right hand ever so lightly stroked down Darren’s arm. Sending shivers down his body, his cock was fully hard, which Mrs Bates easily spotted when she looked down, back up and said, “Oh, is that because of me?”

He panicked, not wanting to risk his job! He stuttered slightly unable to get any words out of his mouth.

Then Mrs Bates leaned in and whispered with her mouth an inch from his ear, “I hope it’s because of me.”

Fuuuuuckkkk! Darren thought, she is flirting with me!

Suddenly, knowing that she was flirting back, his confidence came back as well.

Whispering, Darren said to his boss.

“What can I say, I find a sexy, strong woman very desirable.”

Mrs Bates smiled, leaned in once more and whispered in his ear, “Wait here for 10 minutes, the come out the front.”

Darren didn’t get a chance to reply before Mrs Bates turned around and left the bar.

Is this really happening? He thought to himself, I know she married, but she’s so hot. I want this!

Waiting 10 minutes as she told him, Darren then slowly walked out of the bar and out the front.

Once the cold air hit him, he looked to the side and saw Mrs Bates standing by an open car door, smiling at him. Not wasting any time, Darren rushed over.

“Get in.” She said firmly.

“Haven’t you been drinking?” Darren asked, not wanting to get in a car with a drunk driver.

“I was on non-alcoholic wine, I don’t drink whilst with work colleagues.” She said.

He didn’t need any more encouragement and got into the passenger side of the car. Mrs Bates got in and closed her door and started driving.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, Darren glancing across at the woman he has thought about for nearly a year, knowing he was about to finally fuck her.

“Show me what we are working with.” She said firmly.

“What do you mean?” Darren asked confused.

“Show me your cock.” She ordered.

“Okay.” Darren replied, undoing his belt and trousers and pulling them down.

Suddenly his 6inch hard cock was out and on show for his boss.

Without saying a word, Darren watched as Mrs Bates’s hand went across and grabbed onto his hard cock.

Is this really happening? He thought.

She gripped onto it, moving her hand up and down a couple of times before returning her hand back to the steering wheel.

“That should do.” She said.

Darren didn’t know whether to put his cock away or not, so he left it out as she had not said otherwise.

The rest of the drive was in silence, Darren constantly looking across as the sexy older women he was about to have sex with.

Then she pulled up into a drive of a huge house! She clearly had a lot of money as the house was very modern and large enough to fit a few families.

“You should put that away before we go in.” Mrs Bates told him.

“Okay.” He replied, pulling his trousers back up.

He watched her leaving the car, staring at her arse the entire time. When her door shut, Darren quickly followed her down the drive and into the big house.

“Follow me.” She said, not even looking at him, which weirdly seemed to turn Darren on more.

Normally when he fucked a girl, it was on a night out and she would do anything that he told her. He has never been with a strong woman before but the idea excited him.

Darren followed a few steps behind his boss as she led him into her bedroom. He saw a few photos on the walls of friends and one that he assumed was her husband.

He had short brown hair and looked to be very muscular. He had a bit of guilt as he saw the man whose wife he was about to have sex with, but that guilt quickly left when he heard Mrs Bates shout from the bedroom.

“Get in here now!”

In a heartbeat, he was in her room. There was a huge bed with grey bedsheets, everything looked very expensive.

Mrs Bates was sitting on a leather chair and pouring herself a glass of wine.

“Take your clothes off.” She said from the chair.

Quickly undressing completely, büyükesat escort Darren now found himself standing completely naked in front of his boss, not believing his luck.

“Nice, very nice.” She said.

Darren didn’t know what to do, he stood completely still as Mrs Bates was sitting with her legs crossed and sipped her wine.

Slowly, Mrs Bates uncrossed her legs and Darren marvelled as she kept them spread wide open on the chair, putting in clear view the black thong that she was wearing.

Fuck she’s so hot!

“Come here.” She ordered.

Still not speaking, Darren started to walk towards the beautiful older woman.

“No.” She shouted, “Crawl.”

Darren has never experienced this, but he was loving every second! Getting onto his knees on the soft grey carpet, he crawled towards his bosses’ spread legs.

When he reached her, he had to fight the urge to get straight to her pussy.

“Take my thong off.” She ordered.

Raising his hands, Darren wrapped his fingers around her thong and slowly began to pull them down.

This is it. My dreams are about to come true!

Ever so slowly, he pulled the thong off of his boss, past her high heels and when he looked back at her spread legs, Mrs Bates smooth and perfect pussy was in front of his face.

“Look at me.” She whispered seductively.

Looking at her, staring into her deep brown eyes, she whispered again.

“No one will find out about this. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Darren said.

“Good boy.” She whispered, leaning forward and lightly gripping her right hand onto Darren’s hair.

She didn’t pull hard, but hard enough to guide Darren’s face towards her pussy. As he got closer and closer, he could see how wet she was, her glistening pussy just waiting for him.

Extending his tongue, Darren got his first taste of his boss’s sweet pussy.

“Mmmmm.” He moaned as he instinctively began to move his tongue around her pussy lips, teasing her clit and tasting her as much as he could.

Mrs Bates breathing got a little heavier at the tongue touching her, teasing her.

Darren worked all around her clit, knowing how to please a women. After her breathing got heavier and heavier, he finally and slowly ran his wet tongue along her throbbing clit.

“Mmmmm that’s better.” She moaned, both of her hands gripping onto his hair and pushing him deeper into her pussy.

Darren was in heaven, not having any action in so long and now getting the woman he has been obsessing with for months!

He massaged her clit with his tongue as he brought his hand up, tracing his index finger around her soaking wet lips, he slowly pushed it deep inside of her, fingering his sexy boss.

“Fuuuckk good boy!” She moaned above him.

Darren quickly started to finger her faster and faster whilst flicking his tongue along her clit, being able to tell that she was getting closer to cumming. Normally he would stop and take the opportunity to fuck her whilst she was at her horniest, but something about this woman made him want to do whatever she wanted.

He felt her grip on his head tighten and she moaned out.

“Fuck yes! Make me cum!!”

Her pussy clenched around his finger, her legs tensed up and her smooth thighs pressed against Darren’s head as she began to scream out in pleasure with the orgasm he was giving her.

“Fuuuuuccckk!!” She moaned jerking forward from each wave of orgasm.

After she had finished, her grip, still in his hair, pulled Darren’s head back. He was smiling at her from his knees when she spoke in a firm tone.

“Go and lie on the bed now.”

Not speaking, Darren jumped onto the bed and lay on his back.

He watched as Mrs Bates effortlessly pulled her dress off, standing in front of him in just a black bra. She quickly unhooked it and as it dropped to the ground, he stared at his bosses amazing body. She was tanned and toned all over, her tits were big and stood up and looked amazing. She was by far the sexiest woman Darren has ever been with.

He watched as she silently walked over to the bed, putting a leg on either side of his body and sat just over his cock. So close to finally fucking the woman of his dreams.

Mrs Bates grabbed onto his cock and rubbed the head up and down her soaking wet pussy.

“How long have you wanted to fuck me?” She asked looking down at him.

Without hesitating he replied.

“Since I first saw you in my interview.”

Not saying a word, still gripping onto his cock, Mrs Bates slowly lowered herself onto him.

Her pussy seeming to wrap around his hard cock as she edged lower and lower until she was sat with his cock fully inside of her.

“Mmmmmm I love this young cock.” She moaned out.

Staying perfectly still with his cock balls deep inside of her, Darren raised his hands and grabbed onto both of her perfect tits.

But Mrs Bates quickly grabbed his wrists and pushed them off.

“You don’t touch unless I let you!” She ordered.

“Fuuckk!” Darren moaned, loving this dominant side.

Slowly, she began to grind forward and backwards on his cock, keeping him fully inside of her as she rubbed herself against his body.

“You like that?” She moaned.

“I love it, you’re so tight.” Darren moaned.

SLAP!

Mrs Bates palm struck across Darren’s face shocking him.

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