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The following story is about a man coming to terms with his sexual orientation, as well as his feelings for his best friend. Characters are 18+ and any similarity to other characters or people is purely coincidental and not intended. Please feel free to leave any questions, comments, or concerns, as they will be greatly appreciated.

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“That was nice.” Amber said when Oliver walked her up to her front door after their date.” I had a really good time.”

“Me too.” Oliver told her, then was greeted by a kiss.

Oliver and Amber had been on a couple dates, but it always felt more casual, like it was two friends hanging out after work. They usually went to the movies or for dinner, nothing real intimate, but still fun.

“So, feel like coming in for a drink?” Amber asked, in a very suggestive voice.

“Sure.” Oliver said, then followed her in.

Amber had a decent apartment, one bedroom and one bathroom, and cleaner than Oliver’s. Oliver had never been invited inside, usually because they spent the night at his place, so he thought that Amber was really opening up to him.

“Here you go.” Amber said, handing him a beer before she sat down next to him on the couch.

“Your place is nice.” Oliver told her.

“Thanks, I just moved in a couple weeks ago, which is also when we met at the bar.” Amber said, playing with Oliver’s dark brown hair. “You should come by my salon tomorrow and get a quick trim.”

“Alright, I think I have time tomorrow afternoon, since school’s out now.” Oliver told her.

“Oh wait, not tomorrow afternoon, I have my appointment at 1:30.” She said before taking a drink of her wine.

“What appointment?” Oliver asked, hoping it wasn’t something she told him and he forgot about.

“I’m seeing a psychiatrist.” Amber said, before quickly adding. “Not for anything serious, I’ve just been anxious a lot lately and have no idea why.”

“A, um, psychiatrist?” Oliver asked, thinking about Noah, who had a clinic in town.

“Yeah, it’s with a new guy, Dr. Larson” Amber said. “Wait, isn’t that the name of your friend I met a couple weeks ago?”

“Crap!” Oliver wanted to yell. It felt no matter how hard he tried to forget about Noah, he just kept coming up in Oliver’s life. “Yeah I think it is him.” Oliver told her.

The rest of the evening was ruined at that point, for Oliver at least. He felt angry, and quickly made an excuse to leave so Amber didn’t ask why he was so upset all of a sudden.

When he got home, he immediately went to the phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found Noah’s number, even though Oliver knew it by heart, since he stared at it for days, contemplating calling it. Oliver had kept it when Noah called a couple weeks ago when he and Amber first met, hoping one day he’d be able to call and have a civil conversation. Today was NOT that day.

“What the fuck Noah?!” Oliver yelled once Noah answered.

“Well, good evening to you too Noah.” Noah said sarcastically.

“Why did you agree to take Amber as a patient?!” Oliver asked.

“Because I want to use her to get close to you ” Noah said, then scoffed, which let Oliver know that he was being facetious. “Or that’s what you think I guess.”

Oliver didn’t know why Noah was treating the situation as a joke. He was really upset that Noah would agree to meet with his girlfriend without asking Oliver if he was okay with the situation.

“Listen Oliver, I have to go, but before I do, I should let you know something.” Noah said in a very serious voice before yelling really loudly into the phone. “STOP ACTING LIKE AN ASS AND THINKING EVERYTHING I DO IS TO GET YOU!”

Oliver set down the phone when Noah hung up. Oliver thought about what Noah told him, and began to wonder if that’s why he was upset, that he thought Noah would try to undermine his relationship with Amber. Oliver began to chuckle when he heard it out loud, it did sound ridiculous. Oliver knew that he needed to get his feelings under control.

The next day Oliver practically stalked his phone, hoping to hear from either Noah or Amber, but never did. He felt worried for some reason, bahçelievler escort even though he doubted they would even talk about the night of the reunion.

When the phone rang, Oliver practically pounced, answering the phone on the first ring.

“Hey.” Oliver answered.

“Hey Oliver, we need to talk. Can we meet at my work tomorrow?” Amber asked in a weak voice.

“Sure, is noon fine?” Oliver asked, feeling nervous.

“Yeah, sounds good, bye.” Amber said before hanging up.

Oliver felt sick to his stomach, Amber sounded like she had been crying on the phone, which was never a good sign. He layed awake wondering what Amber wanted to talk about, and why they couldn’t do it over the phone.

Oliver got to the salon early, about an hour early, and waited. Amber had one of her friends trim his hair while he waited. Eventually, Oliver’s hair looked amazing, and Amber took her lunch. They walked next door to the little sandwich shop and got something to eat before they sat down.

“What’s going on Amber, you sounded serious on the phone.” Oliver asked.

“Well, I guess there’s no beating around the bush.” Amber sighed. “I’ve been seeing someone else, a couple people actually.”

Oliver just sat there, not knowing what to say. He and Amber had dated a few weeks, but were never exclusive, although they never specified that they were free to date other people either.

“Okay.” Oliver said, letting Amber finish talking.

“Well, I was wondering what you wanted out of this relationship. My psychiatrist said I was anxious because I was afraid to ask where this was going.” Amber told him.

“You fucking bastard.” Oliver thought. He knew Noah would undermine his relationship, but not how Oliver had thought. He looked at Amber, wanting to tell her the truth, but something worse slipped out, something he tried to stop as he said it, but couldn’t. “Let’s be exclusive.”

“Okay Oliver.” Amber said, then kissed him. “I’m glad we had this talk, let’s plan something this weekend, but I have to get back to work.”

Oliver sat there in disbelief, wondering why he said what he said. He couldn’t belief that Amber wanted something serious, but what he couldn’t believe more was that Noah pushed her into talking about it, knowing that Oliver was confused about things with Noah.

Oliver headed to the bar, hoping the answer to his problem was at the bottom of a beer. When that failed, he looked for the answer at the bottom of a glass of Scotch. Oliver could feel the alcohol hot him after a having more alcohol in one sitting than he normally did in an entire week.

Oliver pulled out his keys and headed to the door, wanting to go home and yell at Noah for messing up his relationship, but the bartender stopped him. He was a handsome guy, probably 30 or so with dirty blond hair and brown eyes.

“Dude, you aren’t driving home like this.” He told Oliver, making him sit at the bar. “Did you wanna call someone to pick you up or did you want me to get you a cab?”

“I’ll call someone.” Oliver slurred.

Oliver called someone, he wasn’t sure who, but it was the only number he had memorized beside his own. He left a drunk message asking if he could ‘get a apartment back to his ride.’ The bartender had to translate a little for him on the message.

“Uh, yeah, I’m here to pick up Oliver Lovelace.” A voice asked the bartender. Oliver turned to find Noah at the other end of the bar.

“Hey!” Oliver shouted as Noah rolled up to Oliver. “I know you, you are the son of a bitch who wrecked things with Amber!”

“Come on, you can yell at me in the car.” Noah said.

The bouncer of the club helped Oliver to Noah’s BMW parked on the side of the bar. Oliver waited until Noah was situated in the car before he started yelling again.

“Why did you have to tell Amber that bullshit earlier?!” Oliver slurred.

“I was doing my job, I treated her like I would treat any other one of my patients.” Noah said as he started up the car.

“Yeah right! You knew that I am not into the relationship as much as she is!” bağcılar escort Oliver yelled. “You couldn’t stand to see me with someone else. Oh wait, I forgot, you can’t stand at all!”

Sober Oliver would’ve definitely punched drunk Oliver for saying that, so he wasn’t surprised when Noah stopped the car and decked him in the face. Oliver began to feel dizzy, like the world was spinning. He was half aware of what was going on around him, until he layed down on the couch and passed out.

Oliver woke up in a very unfamiliar looking house. It was very modern, like out of a magazine, and very open. From the couch in what appeared to be the living room, he could see the very nice kitchen, the dining room, and the glass back doors that lead out to a deck.

“And he lives.” Noah said. Oliver looked to find him getting a book from the bookshelves.

“Where am I?” Oliver asked. “What happened?”

“This is my house, and you’re here because you got drunk at the bar.” Noah said.

Oliver slowly began to remember what happened at the bar and in the car. He felt his eye, and it stung when he touched it.

“Don’t worry, it won’t show.” Noah smirked. “Too badly at least.”

“Please, I deserve it.” Oliver said, feeling ashamed. Noah nodded in agreement. “So, care to give me a quick tour while I sober up?”

Noah’s house was amazing. He had a master suite, two guest bedrooms, an office, home gym, and a pool and hot tub out back. Oliver felt a little twinge of jealousy, but he also felt happy that Noah had done well for himself.

“So, care to tell me what’s going on with you lately Oliver?” Noah asked once they settled back in the living room. “First you try to put the moves on me, then you start seeing a woman, and now you think I’m jealous.”

Oliver tried to think about how to explain it, but it was hard, since he knew there was no real logic regarding the events leading up to now.

“I don’t know Noah, I’ve just been confused lately.” Oliver admitted. “It’s hard to explain, sober at least.”

“Remember when you ask why I wasn’t drinking at the reunion?” Noah asked. Oliver nodded his head. “It’s because things were rough when you rejected me, but they got worse when my ex was thrown in.”

“What do you mean?” Oliver asked. He always knew Noah as the goddie goodie at school, so he couldn’t imagine Noah with some dark past.

“We. mainly me, would drink every day, a lot every day. It numbed me, which felt good at first, but when my ex started getting into harder stuff, I knew I needed to straighten up.” Noah admitted. “It was hard, but I still loved him, which was harder. I knew though that we’d never work, at least like that.”

“Oh, I didn’t even know that.” Oliver said, surprised to hear Noah talk about something so personal.

“Yeah, well I hide it pretty good.” Noah smiled. “The point is, you may care about a person, but it will never work if you both aren’t committed to making it work. It takes more than one person to run a relationship, which helped me get over you, or so I thought.”

Oliver was speechless at this point, he was glad to hear that Noah still had feelings for him. It took all the muscles in his body not to reach over and take him then and there. He knew he stood a chance, but he had to end things with Amber first.

“Noah, I have to go home and do something, but after that, maybe we could talk.” Oliver told him.

“Sure, I’m free tomorrow after work, around 5 if you feel like talking ” Noah said, before quickly adding. “As ling as you aren’t drunk this time.”

“Great.” Oliver said as they headed for the front door. “Oh, and I’m sorry for what I said in the car, you have to know I didn’t mean it.”

“I know.” Noah said before punching Oliver in the balls, which hurt a lot. “And now I forgive you.”

The air blowing into the car, alongside the conversation he had with Noah quickly sobered Oliver up. He knew that he had a chance with Noah, but he had to tell Amber that things were off. He couldn’t wait until tomorrow when he could tell Noah that he was single and wanted to be serious ümraniye escort with Noah, but he decided to keep his plan a secret until after Oliver completed the first part of the plan.

“See ya later Noah.” He said when Noah dropped him off at the bar to pick up his car.

“Tomorrow around five?” Noah asked.

“Yeah, at the diner across the street.” Oliver pointed to the small diner across the street.

When Oliver got back to his apartment, he was surprised to to find Amber there waiting for him. He thought it was a good time to end things, rather than wait and risk not doing it.

“Amber, we need to talk.” Oliver said.

“I know, but let’s do it inside.” Amber said, which threw Oliver for a loop. He thought she had told him everything over lunch.

“What’s going on?” Oliver asked once they sat down.

“Well, I was glad when you said you wanted to be in a serious relationship with me, I want you to know that above all else.” Amber said. Tears started forming in her eyes, which made Oliver wonder if she planned on dumping him, which he was hoping for.

“I know, now go on.” Oliver encouraged Amber, figuring he wouldn’t be the bad guy if she ended things.

“Well Oliver, I hope this doesn’t change how you see me.” Amber said. Oliver was sure that it was a break up. “I’m, I’m pregnant.”

“Crap!” Oliver thought. Amber started happy crying, then hugged Oliver. He felt like crying, but not happy crying like Amber was.

“You’re happy?” Oliver asked.

“Yes. Why, are you not?” Amber asked, looking almost heart broken. “I know it’s early in our relationship, but we just made a person!”

“Yeah.” Oliver said, although he knew it wasn’t true.

“So what did you want to tell me?” Amber asked.

Oliver felt on the spot, he didn’t know how to tell a woman he impregnated that he wanted to break up.

“I’m having lunch with a friend tomorrow after work.” Oliver told her.

The rest of the evening was spent with Amber, listening to tell her family that she was pregnant. They seemed happy, which both made things worse and seemed a little weird.

He dreaded meeting up with Noah, but since he didn’t answer his phone all day, Oliver knew he had to go. He waited until Noah showed up, and felt sick to his stomach.

“Hey Oliver, glad to see you.” Noah said as he rolled under the table Oliver was at.

“You too .” Oliver said.

“So what’s good here, I’m starving.” Noah joked.

Oliver managed to make decent chit chat while they ate, but couldn’t get excited about being with Noah. It felt nice, sitting with him, being with him, but now that Amber was pregnant, he didn’t see how it could be possible to be with Noah.

“What’s the matter, you’ve looked upset since I got here Oliver.” Noah mentioned.

“Well, I guess there’s no point hiding it, you’ll find out when you see Amber for her next appointment.” Oliver said, knowing once he said it, it could ruin things between him and Noah. “Amber is pregnant.”

“Wow, uh, okay.” Noah said, looking a little saddened. “Congrats man.”

“Hey, it’s the drunk from yesterday!” Said a voice from behind Oliver. It was the bartender from yesterday, Oliver vaguely remembered him, recognizing his dirty blond hair, brown eyes, and good looks.

“Yeah, and it’s Oliver by the way.” Oliver told him.

“I’m just kidding man, I’m Scott.” He said, shaking Oliver’s, then Noah’s hand. “Looks like you two are on a date so I’ll leave you two be.”

“Oh no, we aren’t on a date.” Noah told Scott. “He actually just got his girlfriend pregnant.”

“Congrats Oliver, now I see why you decided to go on a drinking binge yesterday.” Scott laughed, then turned to Noah. “So, he’s taken, how about you?”

Noah looked at Oliver, which made Oliver sad. He wanted Noah, he knew that now, but since Amber was pregnant, he knew that he didn’t stand a chance. He nodded at Noah, which made him look even more hurt.

“Guess I’m not.” Noah told Scott. “So would you like to have dinner sometime?”

Oliver got up and left after that and headed to Amber’s apartment. He knew no amount of alcohol would help, so instead, he decided to try something else. He decided to take Noah’s advice from yesterday. and readied himself, since he knew if he wanted to not end up dying alone, Amber was his best chance. Part of him didn’t want to go in, the part that wanted Noah, but he had no choice, he got Amber pregnant, and now he had to deal with the consequences.

To be continued…

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I was at home reading when I heard a loud cry of alarm, not far from my house. It happened about 3 houses away from where I lived. When I went out to see what had happened young man of about 24 was lying by the side the road wearing a push-bike helmet. He was conscious but in the early stages of shock. Nobody had stopped to offer any assistance. I asked him which part of his body hurt the most. He did not answer.

‘Can you understand me?’ I asked.

He nodded, yes.

‘Can you wriggle your fingers and toes?’

‘Where’s my bike?’ he asked me.

I stood up and looked around.

‘I can’t see one at the moment. Are you cold?’

‘No!’

‘What happened?’

‘I was riding along that way when I was hit from behind. The sun was in my face so I guess the driver following me couldn’t see me very clearly if at all. I think it was a large SUV but it had disappeared when I came to a stop.’

‘Can you feel all your fingers and toes? Can you move them?’

He watched his hands and slowly answered, ‘Yes. I can. But I can’t move my leg very well.’

‘I’ll call an ambulance and you can get all the tests done in a hospital. There’s one about 3 miles away.’

I dialed an emergency number on my cell phone and was told there would be help in about 25 minutes.

‘I’ll look around for your bike, mate. What color am I looking for?’

‘It’s yellow and blue’.

I found it and carried it back to show him while he waited for the ambulance to arrive. He had begun shivering

‘It’s a bit messed up. I’ll keep it at my place if you like and you can get it when you’re ready. Wait here and I’ll get a blanket to keep you warm while you wait.’

He nodded as I raced away carrying his push bike and returned with a blanket, and covered him with it. It seemed to calm him a little.

I received a call on my cell phone from the emergency service asking for the exact location of the patient and what I thought his injuries were.

‘I think it’s a broken leg. He can move his fingers and toes and doesn’t seem to have head trauma, but tests will have to confirm that,’ I said. ‘He is conscious and quite coherent. He was knocked off his push bike by a car I believe.’

They told me if he was in shock or getting agitated, to keep him warm and comfortable and asked me to stay with him if possible.

I told them I could wait and they said about 30 minutes as they had another patient to take to hospital before they could come for him.

I üsküdar escort introduced myself to the victim and he told me his name was Oscar and he needed to make some calls to cancel some appointments he had the nest day. I passed him my phone and told him he could make all the calls he wanted.

He dialled a number and before he spoke, I interrupted him and suggested he call them in the morning.

I said, ‘Wait until you know what’s wrong in case they get unnecessarily concerned. Once you know more, it will be easier for them to accept you not keeping your appointments. At present you don’t really know what your injuries are.’

‘I think you’re right. Good idea, Mark.’

He returned the ‘phone to me. I noticed he had placed his hand at the top of his legs and was slowly moving his fingers. I had read about people in trauma alleviating their stress by fondling their genitals. I was unsure what to do. I thought I should stay with him, but would he want me there while he was having a private moment?

I placed my hand on his and said, ‘Oscar, would you like me take care of that for you?’

He closed his eyes and moved his hand away. I could not tell if he was self-conscious at being caught, or whether he would want me to touch him. I didn’t know what to do. Would he object and snap at me to stop, or would he want me to continue?

Maybe I had interrupted him by bringing it to his attention that I saw what he was doing. I was asking myself, whether he had stopped because of me, or would he like me to take over or just leave it?

I began by smoothing the blanket from his shoulders and making sure his feet were covered. After I ‘straightened’ the blanket by pulling it out to the sides and smoothing it over his body stopping short of his penis. Then I lightly traced my hand over the growing lump in the otherwise smooth shape of the blanket and felt it’s shape and considerable size. I circled my fingers around his swelling organ. Lightly gripping it between my fingers, I squeezed it gently.

I moved my hand under the blanket, and pulled the tee shirt he was wearing out of the way. My fingers traced light circles on his stomach and circled lower and lower until I could feel the shape of the base of his penis. I then slowly felt the lump caused by his cock under the straightened blanket. I saw him move one of his legs to one side. After some long moments of indecision, I gradually moved my hand closer gaziemir escort to his genitals and once again softly felt the shape of his cock.

Feeling that he was accepting my invasive touch, still working unseen below the blanket, I lowered the zip of his shorts and removed his cock from the confinement of his jocks. He used his uninjured leg to lift his buttocks and I lowered his shorts so I could have better access to his cock.

I held his swollen penis between my first two fingers. My curiosity became too much for me. I had to see what his penis looked like. I lifted the blanket out of the way to see a magnificent straight circumcised reddish pink cock with a considerable girth and a pronounced head throbbing noticeably.

I vibrated my hand so the head of his cock was wagging quickly from side to side. This seemed to arouse him, and I was becoming very excited feeling Oscar’s penis hardening in my hand.

I moved my hand gradually toward the base of his penis so that more of it was wagging, and felt the increasing weight as his organ increased in size and weight. As it hardened even further, the vibrating movement became slower until his large cock had stiffened completely.

‘Wow! It’s a bit of a monster. I can stop if you like, but I wouldn’t mind playing with it until the ambulance comes.’

He nodded his head. Oscar seemed to be a man of very few words.

I held it up straight with one hand and ran the fingers of my other hand around it in circles, just below the pronounced head of his thickened eight-inch cock. I held it just below the head lightly between my thumb and first finger and moved the skin up and down just a fraction of an inch. I thought that the natural heightened arousal of a person in trauma and the situation of a stranger playing with his most private and sexually responsive organ would be enough to arouse him extremely. At least I knew it was having that effect on me.

After a few minutes of this, he said ‘I think I’m going to make a mess.’

I kept up my very subtle movement just below the head of his engorged cock and asked, ‘Do you have a handkerchief you could ejaculate into?’

‘No. I haven’t.’

Just then we could hear the distant siren of the ambulance. It was clearly heading our way as it became louder.

‘I’d prefer you to stop than to make a mess Mark. I don’t want to explain myself to strangers when the time comes to remove my clothes,’ sancaktepe escort he said.

‘There wouldn’t be any sign if you wouldn’t mind ejaculating into my mouth Oscar. Just tell me when you can feel yourself ready.’

I continued to play with his pulsing cock as the siren got louder. It seemed that the closer the ambulance came, the closer Oscar came to cumming. His large egg shaped balls had tightened up against the base of his penis. Just as I placed it in my mouth, the ambulance drove around the corner towards us with a nearby telegraph post casting a thin shadow over us from the front lights.

Oscar began whimpering little high-pitched cries. He seemed to hold his breath. With his cock in my mouth, grasping it between my lips, I began very lightly licking the underside of his turgid cock.

He took a deep breath, then he let out a long strained groan. As he had reached the point where his climax became unstoppable, he began gasping. His throbbing cock swelled up and hardened with each pulse as he ejaculated several long squirts of semen into my mouth.

I was still swallowing his tasty semen as the ambulance slowed down with its lights shining full in my face and came to a stop right next to us. Both Oscar and myself were in darkness again near the rear of the ambulance.

I replaced the blanket and left Oscar to fasten his pants again as the driver and his assistant got out and prepared to load him into the back opening of the van.

I told the driver and his assistant, ‘It might be a broken leg. His neck and head seem to be OK.’

I removed my blanket so the ambulance guys could examine him. His pants were low on his hips with the zip still down. His cock, now back in his jocks, was still a considerable size.

The ambulance medic placed his neck in a soft brace and shone a torch in each eye for some kind of response test.

As they carefully lifted him into the ambulance, I asked him if he wanted me to accompany him to the hospital.

‘No, but thanks Mark. There is one thing I’ll need tomorrow.’

He reached into his pocket and gave me a key ring, which had a tag with his address and his house key on it. .

‘Could you get my cell phone and bring it to me with the charger in the morning please? They’re on the kitchen bench at home.’

‘Sure, Oscar. No problem. Good luck.’

They closed the rear the door of the hospital van and drove away. I slowly walked back to the house thinking about his possible injuries,. I gave a brief thought to my blind luck of having such an impressive large cock in my hand, and my mouth.

I’ll see him tomorrow when I bring him his mobile phone and charger, but I’ll visit him again in hospital in a few days. If there is any way I can get access to that impressive swollen hardened cock again, I’ll do whatever he wants.

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“You’re going to have to try harder than that.”

I clench my fists. For the tenth time, I draw my shoulder blades together and arch my back. I lift my face up to his. I can feel his hot breath on my face, but I can’t reach his lips.

“Dammit!” I groan.

The kiss is out of my reach. My head hits the mattress with a disappointing thump.

“Giving up already?”

I grin. “No!”

I am pinned to the bed, hands above my head, with Zach hovering over me. I hoist myself up again with exhausted, aching muscles. I crave the taste of his sweat. I stick out my tongue, trying to lick his neck.

He pulls back. “That’s cheating. I can’t allow that.”

He takes his right hand to the underside of my jaw. The heat singes my skin. My eyes roll back into my head. Sharp teeth brush my collar bone, drag up my neck and close over my Adam’s apple. Fireworks burst into view behind my eyelids. The room dims.

My neck is cold again. The ceiling comes into view with shocking clarity. Air rushes in to my chest. “Oh fuck, Zach, what was that?!”

I can hear his smirk in his voice. “You like that, pretty boy?”

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I sigh.

“Suck my cock and I’ll tell you what I did.”

“Yes çeşme escort sir.”

He grabs my shoulders and pulls me roughly so that my head is off of the edge of the mattress again. Upside down, I can see the light coming through the open window between his legs. His leather pants are molded to the strong lines of his quads. I watch his strong hands roll the pants down. His thick cock rises up towards the well groomed patch of hair on his stomach. I start to salivate at the smell of sandalwood aftershave he puts on himself after a fresh shave.

I can’t resist the urge to reach back my hands to grasp Zach’s firm ass cheeks. He takes both of my wrists in his left hand and presses them back into my chest. He chuckles. “I didn’t say you could touch me yet, did I?”

“No sir,” I groan softly.

“Stay there, pretty boy.”

I freeze in place, knowing that it’s the only way I’m going to get him any closer. He leans forward so his groin is over my chin. “Balls first,” he instructs.

I get my first taste of him then, running my tongue over his sack. The tang of his sweat is delicious. I gently pull one ball into my mouth, rolling my tongue around başakşehir escort it before moving to the other. He inhales sharply. “Oh, Eli, you are such a good cocksucker.”

I let his balls out of my mouth with a soft popping sound. “Thank you” I murmur, kissing his thighs.

He hooks his thumb and pulls my mouth open, guiding in the tip of his cock.

“I compressed the carotid bodies of the arteries in your neck,” Zach explains, sliding in the swollen head of his cock. The girth stretches my lips satisfyingly. “It causes a decrease in blood flow to your brain.”

The next 2 inches are in. My whole mouth is full of his gorgeous, thick shaft. My own cock throbs, aching for him to suck me off. I know it’s not my turn yet, not until I’ve paid for touching Sir without his permission.

“It deprives you of oxygen, just slightly, without cutting off your breathing.”

The backwards arc of my neck accommodates the upward curve of his cock. I barely manage to inhale through my nose. “I find that the moments before the blackout produce the most intense pleasure.”

On the word intense, he thrusts the full length of his cock down my küçükçekmece escort throat. Now I truly cannot breathe. The dizzy feeling returns. I try to swallow reflexively. Zach has me pinned between his hand on my chest and his cock, now pushed deep into my body. My consciousness gets up to leave me.

“Of course, you have to know when to let go,” he says as he pulls out.

Cold air shocks my lungs. I can feel my eyes bulge open as I inhale desperately. He gives me a moment to appreciate my freedom before plunging his cock back into me.

“It’s a balancing act.”

This time, instead of fighting off the dizziness, I submit to it. Zach’s hands on my chest and his cock in my mouth anchor me to reality while my mind floats off. I let him throat fuck me deeper than I ever have. With each thrust, I feel the sharp edge of the mattress cutting into the back of my neck. I take tiny breaths through my nose in each brief moment when he withdraws.

“Fuck, Eli, you swallow cock like a champ,” he groans. “I’m gonna come!”

On the last word, he withdraws his cock. Through unfocused eyes, I see him grab his cock and stroke it rapidly. I hold absolutely still, watching in rapture as his come shoots out in shiny ribbons.

Zach bends down to kiss me. My raw lips meet his. I feel myself being lifted up in his arms and laid down with my head on the pillows.

“Your turn”.

***

Thanks for reading my first Literotica submission! Any constructive criticism is appreciated. If this gets enough positive feedback I will write part 2, Eli’s turn.

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“We could dress as girls!?”

He was actually smiling at me. Smiling at me across the dinner table in our packed out college cafeteria. He was actually pleased with his suggestion. What the hell was he thinking?

“Hey I’m up for that if you two are!” John chirped in rather too enthusiastically for my liking.

It was always the same, October would be rolling by and we didn’t have a clue of what we were going to wear at Tom’s annual Halloween bash.

“I don’t know guys, it’s a little, um, weird, don’t you think?” I asked. I didn’t really like the idea of dressing up as a girl.

“Oh come on Dan! It’s Halloween! Live a little!” Tom didn’t have an inhibited bone in his body. Last year he dressed as Tarzan, using only a pair of speedos two sizes too small. It wasn’t pretty. “I mean what type of outfit were you thinking?”

Tom thought for a while as John smiled stupidly at the idea of the three of us dressed up like girls. “Nurses!” Tom finally said rather loudly.

“Umm,” I sat quietly for a moment contemplating his suggestion, “I really don’t know about this.”

“Do it!” Tom and John sang at me in unison. “It’s only one day out of the year and once you get the wig on and a little make-up people will hardly recognise you. After a night on the booze how many of them will remember you dressed as a nurse?” Tom continued.

I had to admit that Tom’s logic had its merits, but the butterflies were circling my stomach already. “Ok, I’ll do it, but please promise me that you’ll not get anything too revealing?”

“I’ll make sure of it!” Tom said with a broad grin.

—

That was two weeks ago and that whole conversation was still fresh in my mind. However, here I stood in front of my mother’s full-length mirror checking myself out in the ‘not revealing’ costume Tom had gotten me. I have to admit that I did make a decent enough girl. I had never really had much body hair, so the light fuzz beneath my fishnets was barely visible, even to the touch. In addition, the fake boobs Tom had given me sat rather nicely beneath the lacy black bra. Once I had applied the lipstick and my short blonde bob was in place, I didn’t look half-bad. However, the issue I had been with the white skirt that barely passed my waist. It didn’t even cover the stocking tops. I was seriously worried about flashing the bikini panties Tom had given me to wear. I just hoped I wouldn’t’ need to bend over. If I was supposed to be dressed as a health worker, I was one of the sexiest I’d ever seen!

“Damn you Tom, I knew you’d pull this kind of shit!” I wasn’t best pleased, but thought back to what Tom had said, and he was right. Nobody would really pay attention and most of the party would be too drunk to care.

—

The three of us were a big hit. Most of the other guys were dressed as vampires or some film star; generally, they were dressed in their normal attire just with a pair of fangs or fake blood down their white tees, not overly impressive.

We, on the other hand, were getting all the attention. Girls were flirting with us left, right and centre. Joking with us about make-up tips and asking to borrow our heels. Even the guys joined in the joke. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had my butt squeezed with a göztepe escort “Would you like to see my thermometer?” whispered into my ear. One guy, from another high school, even tried hitting on me before he realized I wasn’t what he thought. It was more fun than I expected and the night ended all too soon.

The party slowed to a whimper and around 2am the last of the guests left. Tom had pulled; being it was his house they were up in his room. I hadn’t seen John for a few hours but he only lived down the street so I assumed he’d left or found another little spot to crash. Me, I spotted the couch and zeroed in. I was too drunk to function and was asleep before my head landed.

—

“Well hello there what have we here?” I could hear the deep voice quietly purring beside me but didn’t pay it any mind. I hadn’t been asleep for long but my mind was just a fog of nothingness and for all I knew I could have been dreaming. In fact, when the soft hand began stroking my thigh I knew I must me dreaming. It felt too good to be anything else.

“Mmmmmm” I moaned as I felt the hand slide beneath the hem of my skirt.

“Oh I see, you like that do you babygirl?” The voice was calm and strong in my ear; I could almost feel the breath against the back of my head. “That’s it little one, just lie there and let Daddy make you feel good.”

It did feel good. The hand was strong as it squeezed my thigh. Each stroke beneath my skirt got higher and higher until the large hand gently squeezed my cheek. “mmm” I let another moan escape my lips as I continued to imagine all the sensations these mysterious hands were giving me. God they felt so real, I even felt my cock stir and begin to stiffen.

The large digits began manipulating my cheeks with more vigour as time went on and with each passing moment my staff thickened its modest six inches and the moans became more frequent.

“That’s a good little girl; do you like Daddy teasing you like that?” The deep voice questioned.

“Mmmmhmmmm,” a muffled hum into the cushion was all I could muster in response, the reply I got however, I didn’t expect.

Zzzzzippp! I knew that sound, the familiar sound of a zipper dragged down its 5-inch metal track. Whomever the dream hands belonged to, it was clear the situation had them just as turned on as me. I was turning on this mysterious dream invader and I loved the idea. As I focused on the light grunting, I had forgotten about the curious hands squeezing my butt. That didn’t last long as I felt a large digit digging beneath my panties and slipping between my cheeks. I let out a little gasp of surprise. I imagined I’d do that even if I were awake. The finger kept sliding between my cheeks until I felt it press gently against my asshole. I have to admit the way I imagined it was rather nice, even tickled a little bit. Even as he pushed a little harder, I liked it, although it was starting to hurt.

“Oh baby, you’re a tight little one aren’t you?” My mysterious dream lover asked, “We’ll have to loosen you up a little before I try you on for size.”

That was all the voice said before withdrawing his hand from my panties. I felt alone, vacant, the hands had left me and it was almost çorlu escort cold. Then I felt the couch move. The cushions depressed around my head and I could tell something new was about to be introduced to my dream.

Totally caught in my dream world I was revelling. I had never felt like this. I knew the voice and hands belonged to a man but for some reason it didn’t matter, after all this was just a dream. Moreover, I couldn’t wait for what this mystery man had in store for me next. Through bleary eyes, I could see a large socked foot land beside my head, depressing the couch, which told me all I needed to know. Tilting my head up my eyes traced the line of his large thigh to a jean clad crotch inches from me. What I didn’t expect was to see the monolith that seemed eager to introduce itself.

Standing straight up from the hole in his jeans was an extremely vicious looking cock. Even through the haze of sleep I could tell there was even more hidden from view but it stood at least 6 inches from what I could tell and the lattice of veins trailing its shaft made it look so damn thick. A large hand cradled my cheek as I heard the deep voice coo at me again.

“Do you like what Daddy’s got for you young lady? Would you like Daddy to feed you?” His tone was intoxicating and in this dream scenario, I could be anything I wanted, and I have to admit that at that moment I did want to be his young lady. His cock looked magnificent! Gently the hand lifted my head up, whilst the other tilted his cock downwards. Then there I was, faced with a solid cock. He pressed the tip against my lips; I could feel the soft spongy skin of his cockhead begin to spread my lips. His hand moved around to the back of my head and encouraged me to take him inside my mouth. I could feel my own cock throb against my belly as the tip of this large cock wiggled between my lips. My eyes fixed onto the long veins disappearing into his jeans as he pushed harder, almost impatiently. Then I thought, “Danny, this is a dream, just do it, stop being such a worrier!” Without further thought, I opened my mouth and the large, thick prick eased over my tongue into my mouth.

“Ooooooh yessssss!” the deep voice hissed as his fingers massaged my scalp, feeding me his cock. “That’s my good girl!”

It felt good, damn good. My tongue traced the veins as he sawed the large phallus in and out of my mouth, bouncing my head into his lap repeatedly. I couldn’t get my head around it. None of my dreams had ever been this erotic. I was drunk, lying on my mates couch having my mouth used like a cheap whore and I loved it, and god it felt good, so damn real, almost too…

The realization hit me like a train. My eyes blinked open swiftly as the sensations flooded over me. I wasn’t asleep. I had never been asleep. I was still lying on Tom’s couch only now I was being face fucked by some unknown man. I tried to look up at who it was but lying on my stomach as I was I couldn’t lift my head high enough to see, but maybe I didn’t need to.

‘Marlboro’. One word, clearly visible, white lettering on a shiny red base, my mystery man’s belt buckle, and one I’d seen before. Tom’s father! ‘Get up, stop sucking that gorgeous cock and ümraniye escort get up’ was what I screamed at myself. ‘Come on Danny, get your ass up and stop swallowing that big dick!’ My mind screamed at me repeatedly but my body did nothing, except that is, to continue to service his cock. ‘Gorgeous,’ I had called it gorgeous in my own mind, was I really enjoying this? In my panic, my cock had started to wilt but as I posed myself the question again, life surged into my member once more. Oh my god, I do like it. I am enjoying my new role as a cocksucker. All this time I thought I was coming to the party dressed as a nurse. While all this time I had come dressed as a whore!

My mind raced for an answer but in the meantime, Mr Roberts hadn’t stopped. He was steadily working six inches of thick meat in and out of me grunting with every thrust. He had both hands entwined in my golden tresses and his force had grown. He let go of my hair for a moment and I watched as he unbuckled his belt and peeled open his jeans. My eyes stretched wide and I gasped around his cock, causing him to roar loudly. Released from the confines I could see this huge cock properly for the first time. He must have been at least 9 inches but the base of his dick was ferocious. The shaft splayed out as it reached his body making it look like obscenely thick.

“That’s my girl, take Daddy’s big cock!” He was slurring, not too badly but I didn’t notice earlier because of my naivety believing it was a dream, now it was clear as day. “Come on, take another inch for Daddy!”

He rammed my head down harder this time and he began gasping between thrusts. I was gagging terribly, but that only seemed to fuel his urges. He started holding me in place as he used my mouth, loving the sound of me choking on his cock. Longer and longer, he’d hold me in place as he slowed his rhythm. That was the first time I realized what was about to come, in more than one sense.

“That’s my good girl! You want Daddy’s cum don’t you, you dirty girl!” His words became stagnated and slow as he fucked my mouth. Then I heard the guttural thundering coming from deep in his throat. “Fuck baby, here it comes!”

I braced myself as he pulled his cock almost all the way out. Leaving just his spongy cockhead resting on my tongue, I felt the first blast of cum splash the roof of my mouth. Another, then another slithered over my tongue. I had no choice, but in fact, my reaction just swallowed it down. Tears ran down my cheeks but more from the discomfort than anything else, I must admit it didn’t taste that bad and the feeling of the thick cream on my tongue was kind of nice.

His roaring voice lessened as the thick cock’s eruption began to reach its end. I found myself sucking and teasing his cock more than I’d done during the whole event. Part of me didn’t want it to end.

“Oh babygirl, that was the perfect end to the night!” Mr Roberts said as he stroked my cheek. “Now if you excuse me I need my bed.”

He pulled his cock unceremoniously from my lips with a rude POP, and began zipping back up. With a gentle squeeze of my butt, he stood and walked out the door.

I lay there for a few minutes trying to come to terms with what had just happened when I heard voices from upstairs.

“Hey Dad,” I heard Tom say. “You’re home late.”

“Oh hey there son! Nurses uniform too, huh? That must have been popular this year.”

“Not so much, John and I were brunettes and Danny was a sexy little blonde. No one else.”

“Wait, Danny was…” His voice trailed off, I couldn’t help but smile a rather devilish smile.

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This is a work of fiction. All persons are intended to be age 18 and above.

*****

Sooner or later, if you drive often enough, you will climb into your car one morning, put the fob near the ignition, press the button and …

… nothing.

You try it again. Nothing. Then again. Maybe the battery in the fob has gone dead. The car still won’t start. You stare into the distance, your brain frozen with indecision. What the hell? You start to think: Maybe it’s not the fob. Maybe it’s the car battery. You turn on the headlights. They spring to life, then quickly fade to yellow and die altogether.

Shit.

It’s the car battery, the freaking car battery.

So now what do you do?

That depends on where you are. If you’re parked in your driveway you start calling friends to give you a jump. Except they all work during the day, and can’t take an hour off to help you with your car. You knock on your neighbors’ doors but they’re not home either.

Shit, shit, shit.

It’s looking like a tow truck is your last option. That’ll be a hundred bucks. What a racket. In your next life, buy a tow truck and work banker’s hours. You’ll be rich before you know it.

I’ve found myself in that position and I’m sure it’ll happen again, which is why I added a set of jumper cables to the box of car repair tools I keep in the trunk. You never know when some poor stranded motorist will need a jump, and besides: I like the karma I get from helping others.

In fact just the other day those jumper cables paid dividends in a big, big way. I’m still grinning over the memories. In fact, if I try hard enough I can still taste them.

I had friends visiting and we met for dinner at this out-of-the way place in a quiet part of town. I usually don’t drink alcohol when I go out because I don’t want to risk an accident or a ticket, but these friends insisted, so I had a beer with my meal. Problem is, one beer usually leads to two beers, then three. I was able to get out of there before that happened, but my taste buds had been activated, and they wanted more beer. So I stopped at a convenience store to pick up a six-pack.

The minute I got out of the car I was approached by a kid. I was instantly suspicious because this convenience store is a notorious hangout for homeless guys wanting to bum money for alcohol and cigarettes. I don’t mind helping people when they’re down on their luck, but these guys made the streets their lifestyle and I had little sympathy for them.

My suspicions were unwarranted because as the kid got closer, I could see he was wearing a vest with the store’s logo on it. He worked here.

“Excuse me sir, I hate to bother you,” he began, “but I wondered if you could help me out. I need a jump.”

Funny he chose that word. I would love to have “jumped” him because he was a luscious guy, about 5-11 or 6 feet tall, 150 pounds, a nice tan, with brownish-blonde flyaway hair. He looked like a young River Phoenix, down to the cute button of a nose. He didn’t have much of an ass, at least what I could tell through his baggy jeans, but the slight bulge in his crotch suggested he was packing more than minimal equipment on the front side of things.

“Sir?”

Oh God. I must have been staring. I shook my head to snap out of it, then stammered to recover. tuzla escort “Um, yeah. Sure. Where are you parked?”

He nodded in the direction of the side of the building. “Around back. The manager won’t let employees park up front. He wants the spaces reserved for customers, so I’m in the back there.”

I told him I’d head that way and he hurried off down the sidewalk. I checked him out as he walked away and saw that my earlier appraisal of his ass had been mostly correct, although now that he was moving you could see those skinny glutes pressing against the fabric of his jeans. I enjoyed a momentary mental image of my face pressed into his ass crack, my tongue lapping against his hot hole, the hole itself pulsing as it opened and closed, awaiting the entry of a finger … or something else. I felt a building pressure in my groin and let out a pent-up sigh. The kid didn’t look underage but he was surely too young for me. Even if he weren’t, the odds favored he was into girls. I tried to tamp down my imagination and get the car started.

There was a narrow dirt track that led to an open area behind the store, and sure enough, beneath an oak tree rested an aging Pontiac with the hood up, the kid standing next to it. He was fanning the battery and I wondered why he was doing that, until I remembered sometimes batteries give off fumes that can ignite if there’s a spark. More than one person has been injured by an exploding car battery. Thanks, kid.

I pulled up next to the Pontiac and popped the hood on my Toyota. I left the engine running while I untangled the jumper cables from the box of tools in the trunk. I had to read the instructions again to make sure I made the connections in the proper sequence – I can never remember which way it goes. Is it negative to negative and positive to ground, or the other way around? Anyway, I got the clamps hooked up to the battery terminals – averting my eyes in case the battery decided to blow up anyway – and told the kid to start his car.

He got into the Pontiac and turned the key. The starter turned over grudgingly and then the engine roared to life. He let out a small whoop of pleasure and beat his hand against the steering wheel.

I went to the door of his car and yelled, “Let it run a few minutes before you try to drive it. Might charge up the battery a bit.”

He nodded and started saying something, but I couldn’t hear. He saw that and patted the passenger seat, so I went around and got into the car, closing the door. There. It was much quieter now.

“I really appreciate this. I’ve needed a new battery for awhile, but they’re so damned expensive, you know?” he said, shaking his head. “I guess it’s unavoidable now. I’ll have to head down to Wal-Mart or AutoZone. Maybe I can get out of there with my ass intact.”

I nodded. The question was, would he get out of this car with his ass intact. Because if I had anything to do with it he wouldn’t. The more I saw of him the more attractive he became. I found myself wanting to take his hand into mine, slip my fingers between his and insert each one into my mouth, slowly sucking on them until he relaxed to the point I could reach behind his head and gently pull his lips to mine, kissing and caressing and running my hand through his hair pendik escort as I made the sounds one makes when they’re aroused beyond their ability to control themselves.

“Is there something I can do to repay you?” I suddenly heard him say. He was looking at me with a strange expression, as if once again he had caught me staring and didn’t know why.

Was there? Of course there was. But dared I say the words?

“That depends,” I answered cautiously. “How old are you?”

He looked very confused and more than a little suspicious. “Eighteen. But what does that have to do with anything?”

Well, it had everything to do with everything if I were to ask my next question, which I finally mustered the courage to open my mouth and speak the words: “You could repay me by letting me go down on you. How about that?”

A shocked silence settled over the Pontiac’s interior. All I could hear was the engine idling. The kid stared out the windshield at nothing in particular, his mouth hanging slightly open, his bangs covering his eyebrows. My God he was beautiful. I hoped he wouldn’t say no. I wanted desperately to see what kind of cock was attached to that perfect face and body.

He cleared his throat. In that velvety voice he said, “I appreciate your help me but I don’t know if I’m that grateful.”

“It’s just a blowjob,” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “It’s not like we’re getting married.”

His face wrinkled into an unhappy expression. “Yeah, but you’re a guy and all. I mean, I have a girlfriend. I like the ladies.”

“That’s fine. You wouldn’t be doing it for yourself. You’d be doing it for me, just like I’m jump-starting your battery for you.”

He frowned and sort of rocked his head from side to side, as if acknowledging an uncomfortable truth, and I could see the ice cracking. I could see it. His resolve was crumbling and he was going to do it. He was really going to do it. My mouth started watering at the anticipation of having that teen rod down my throat.

I heard him whisper, “Jesus Christ” as he unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down, along with his plaid boxers. His dick flopped out and it was a work of art, a slim, long tube of smooth flesh nestled in a bush of wiry brown pubes, a pair of balls the size of ping-pong balls scrunched below and to either side.

“Just do it and get it over with,” he said in a low voice. “My girlfriend is gonna kill me.”

“She’ll never know,” I said as I scooted over to the far left side of the passenger seat and leaned over the center console.

“Oh, she’ll know,” he said. “She’s a woman, and women always know.”

“Nah,” I assured him, then leaned in and took that delicious wand of flesh into my mouth.

The taste was fleshy and not-quite pungent. You could tell it had been awhile since he’d had it out to pee because it was sticky with a layer of sweat mixed with hormonal funk. His bush smelled the same way as I sucked his cock down my throat and buried my nose in his pubic hair, drawing from him a small gasp of surprise and what I hoped was pleasure. I let his cock stay there a moment, then pulled back, using my tongue to massage it along the way, then pushed back down again.

His hand involuntarily found the back of my head and he maltepe escort began to push. They always do that. Even the super reluctant guys. It’s as if once the blowjob commences, all thoughts of being converted to a homosexual retreat as instinct surges and the response to pleasure takes over, driven by the need to empty those balls. And that’s what kid did – pushed the back of my head so that his cock sank deeper into my sucking mouth. I inhaled deeply from his pubes, drawing in his scent and letting it add to the flavor of his flesh. I felt his cock growing stiffer and longer.

I pulled off his dick long enough to lap at his balls. His scrotum was covered with hair, as were his thighs. I ran my hands through it, feeling the bristly resistance and hearing the rustle as I rubbed his sticky inner legs and returned my attention to his dick.

I attacked the head, which was no wider than the shaft, and lapped up a drop of dew that had formed at the tip. It was sticky and coated my tongue with a gooey layer of male essence that I quickly spread to his shaft as I once again sank down on his cock, all the way to his balls.

He had both hands on the back of my head and had started thrusting his crotch into my face. Smalls cries of “Ungh, ungh, ungh,” slipped past his lips as he tried to remain as quiet as possible. Nobody could see us back here, but you never knew when somebody might show up.

I let him fuck my face as I sucked as much as I could. He was tensing and I knew he was not long from erupting in my mouth. I had no intention of letting a drop of his precious fluid escape, and he didn’t offer any kind of warning, nor did he hesitate.

He simply raised his ass off the seat and pulled my face into his crotch and blasted a giant, raging shot of 18-year-old sperm down my throat. That opened the floodgates, followed by two or three large spewings of cum that threatened to spill out of my mouth. I swallowed frantically and could taste his late teen essence as it slid down my throat and into my stomach. It was a sharp flavoring that reminded me of locker rooms and sweaty underwear and that sexy, superheated odor that fills a room when your cock has successfully performed its mission of pouring out your balls. I buried his still-twitching cock in my throat as he continued to shoot wads of cum into me. If he had buried his cock in a pussy and released that load, a bundle of surprise and happiness would be waiting for him nine months from then. As it stood, I was surprised and happy enough for both of us.

I sucked him dry, making sure there was no trace of sperm on his cock head or shaft, and then I licked the sweat off his balls. The inside of the car smelled like a whorehouse, and the temperature had gone up so much the windshield was starting to fog.

I pulled off him, gave his cock a final kiss, then sat up and wiped my lips. But I couldn’t wipe away the grin on my face.

“That was fucking intense,” he said, stuffing his unit back into his boxers as he pulled up his jeans. His hair hung down over his eyes and he looked so gorgeous I could barely resist the urge to lean in for a kiss. The suck-off would have to suffice.

We got out of the car. I disconnected the jumper cables and put them away as he dropped the hood on the Pontiac and latched it. I did the same on my Toyota. He paused a moment, looking sheepish and embarrassed, then shook my hand.

“Well, thank you again, for the jump,” he said.

“Which one?” I winked as I got into my car.

When he replied I had already closed the door, so he mouthed the word, “Both.”

I could feel the karma rolling my way. I swear I can still taste it.

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A soft sigh escaped his parted lips as golden eyes watched the smoke drift lazily across the breeze. Such eyes were framed with almost feminine lashes, but the expression set on these features flashed through pain and disgust as time passed. A single turn of the head let the light shine of his face, his eyes standing out beneath auburn tresses, a likeness only to that of a hunter. His entire form seemed to shift amongst the shadows as another breath of smoke drifted towards the heavens. The light disappeared beneath his toe as the cigarette was extinguished and I watched as the final wisp of smoke disappeared as he did.

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“A jobs a job, right?” With a growl, Aschpen stood, his frames muscled, but not overly so. He stood just short of six foot two, and yet he could hide amongst the shadows as easily as a wolf could hide amongst the forest. But by far, his eyes stood out amongst all else. It was the one way to recognize him, and despite their golden colour, there was no mercy hidden behind them.

Moving easily, he slipped out of the office, a cigarette at his lips before the door had closed behind him. A spy at heart, Aschpen had wound up working for two such agencies, though neither knew of the other .He’d been trained by one, and scouted by the other, and yet he was still often without a job. He spent maltepe escort the rest of his time as a bounty hunter. The danger of both jobs gave him a thrill that nothing else could match, especially not in this dreary town.

“Ash…” Ignoring the voice of his boss, or so called, he finished the cigarette down, extinguished it, and left. Now was the time for action. He’d had a call from both agencies, seemed he was going to be busy.

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Muttering to himself, Deovan finally forced himself to open the door and take a stand. He was being spied on, he was sure of it, and yet being guarded twenty-four-seven made his mood even worse. His father had insisted, though he had had no choice in the matter. And now he was stuck trying to get out of this situation. Was it better to have his secrets stolen, whereabouts always known, and life at risk? Ok, so maybe it was better to have a bodyguard around, but it still didn’t justify his father’s actions.

He’d been watching the guy who was to be his bodyguard all afternoon, wondering when they would meet, and he was stuck inside waiting until his father deemed him ready. He was ready to scream! And yet, he couldn’t even open the door, because the bodyguard had his key. Finally relenting, he curled up on manavgat escort his bed, closing his eyes, and trying to relax. He had been trying to get rid of his tension on the treadmill, running being one of his main passions, but it didn’t match up to being able to run through the grounds as he usually would each morning.

“Get up. Your father is waiting for you.” The voice at the door could only have matched the body he’d been watching all day, and he felt himself go weak to here just the commanding tone in the mans voice. He slipped from the bed, grabbed a shirt from his wardrobe, and disappeared through the door, closely followed by the man who had entered earlier. It was hard enough to keep his eyes on the corridor as it was, when his mind was so free, let alone with such a hunk guiding him.

Aschpen had been livid when they had told him his assignment, and when it was added to the other, things just made no sense. Deovan Sekigan, the son of an arrogant business owner, was in serious danger, or so he had been told. He had to be protected at all costs. He had then been told that any information on the Sekigan family was necessary to stop the dealings that were going on in the criminal underground, and he had to watch out for the bodyguard that was soon to be arising. But either way, he had an instant şişli escort passage into the family, and could complete both jobs simultaneously. Piece of cake.

Of course, that was all up to this kid. He was only two years his senior, and yet, he was acting like a spoiled brat so far. But he’d only seen him for about five minutes, so could he really make a judgement. After the previous meeting with the father, he had failed at getting any new information, and had been instructed to collect the boy at half seven, and direct him to his father’s study. He was then to wait until the boy emerged, and return the boy to his room, and then move into his quarters, situated next door to the boys, and a joining door that was to be unlocked at all times. Even the bathrooms were joined, though he was able to lock the door so that the boy could not walk in on him, which wasn’t the same on the other side.

After what seemed like an hour, though was probably only about half of one, the boy emerged, his back stiff, and an expression of blankness on his face. Along the way, Ash tried to make conversation, but to no avail. He unlocked the boys door, and as soon as he had closed it behind them both, Deovan seemed to breakdown. This wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought…

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Ooc: Hey guys, this is my first story, and I know this chapter is rather vague, and the story isn’t really there yet. This is a main introduction to Aschpen, and the next will be Deovan, but then the story will really start. Please stick with me, and leave any feedback. All, good or bad, is appreciated.

~ Cpl Shippers.

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Chapter 2: The Party Begins

Jermaine and I had been friends in college — we had been in the same dorm as freshmen and had a few classes together throughout the years. Not to mention parties. I didn’t realise this until it was too late but I secretly had feelings for him. He was handsome, beautiful even. He was a jock — with the body of an athlete. Much like his father, he was a top college football player. I’d seen him naked a few times — his chestnut skin always seemed to glow and he had a body close to perfection.

Seeing him naked for the first time was all the confirmation I needed that dicks were what I desired. He was hung — in a way that was nicely proportioned with his 6’2 body. I often fantasized about a world where he and I could make love. When he had asked me to move in with him in downtown after college, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. Even though the apartment was more expensive than I could justify with my graduate salary.

Our first year was pretty good, our second year however has been more fraught as he was now having to foot most of the bills and rent. I was desperately trying to get back into work but finding good paying jobs in the city was tough. This situation had become a source of great strain on our friendship. I certainly felt terrible about it.

Earlier that week, we’d had a fight. Jermaine was angry that I wasn’t able to pay rent or bills. I explained that my low paying bar work was just about covering some of that and I was still applying for corporate jobs. He wasn’t particularly happy with that answer — he wanted more and he wanted it now. I didn’t want to throw it back in his face that he was rich because of his Daddy so he didn’t have to worry like I did. After all, if it wasn’t for that fact, we wouldn’t be living in such a great apartment in downtown Chicago. I was afraid that sooner or later he would lose patience and kick me out, at which point I would have no choice but to move back home.

It was a Friday night and he was usually out partying. Which was why I had decided to hook up with Eddie. But Jermaine had returned early with Tyrone, one of his friends from work.

We had a pretty big lounge, which he often used to host some pretty good parties. Tyrone was on the balcony outside, smoking a blunt. He one of Jermaine’s friends from college – although I did not know him well. Like Jermaine, he was a frat boy. One of the small, secretive, all black frat houses. Back in college, I had thought applying to it but had changed my mind the day before pledge day.

A couple of other guys I did not know arrived around 9 — Adrian, Leon and Toby. Music and sports highlights reels were put on the entertainment system. A cliché no doubt but I reckon most of the guys here were ex-frat boys. Although I myself loved a good party too, to be honest. The doorbell rang.

“Yo Rio, get that will ‘ya?”

I opened the door. It was Manny, Jermaine’s long-time friend. Along with him was Cole, his petite and soft-spoken friend, who I had met a couple of times whenever Manny was around, but did not know well. I always found him to be strange company for the bullish, boisterous and arrogant Manny to have. Between Manny, Tyrone, and Jermaine, who were all alpha-male, athletic jock types, Cole was the odd one out. But I suppose one could say the same about me.

One thing I did notice about Cole was that he was cute, in a pretty boy way. He was similar to my looks, with a Hispanic or Caribbean hint. And he liked to dress like he was still in college, often wearing vests and a baseball cap, even though I was informed he never went to college.

While I found Cole the odd one out, Manny and Tyrone were guys I generally did not really like very much. Especially Manny, who I thought was an asshole, always seemingly pleased with himself, walking around with a cocky grin. He was one of Jermaine’s older brother’s friends and originally from Nigeria but had lived in the US for most of his life.

“So how’s the job hunt going, Rio?” Manny asked me, after he’d joined the party with a drink in his hand. We were all hanging around in the lounge, drinking beer. A couple of the guys were on the balcony smoking. There was also punch, which Cole had brought. He asked if I wanted to try some and I said sure. It was quite strong.

“Yeah it’s going alright, thanks. I’m hoping to hear back on a few companies pretty soon,” I told him, trying to sound more confident than I was. Curious as to how he was so familiar with my current situation. At this point I was feeling a little tipsy.

“You know… if you haven’t got a job in a couple of months, let me know. We’re always looking for a secretary,” he laughed.

“Um… thanks. That would be awesome,” I replied, biting into the sarcasm.

Cole, who was standing next to Manny, snaked an arm over his shoulder. “I thought I was your secretary, papi?”

Manny gave Cole a stern look and a playful slap on the ass. The guys laughed.

“So what you doing all şişli escort day, if you ain’t working?” Tyrone asked me rather directly. He had a quiet, off-putting intensity that I found to be also quite mesmerising.

“Just applying for jobs man. You know how it is,” I said.

“More like jerking off all day. Sounds fucking great!” Manny laughed uproariously again, joined by everyone around who heard the joke laughed too. I sipped from my drink in resentful silence, even though he wasn’t far from the truth. After that, the guys started having a conversation without me and I was just sort of starting around and being ignored. I was also starting to feel a little lightheaded because of the weed.

“Go get us some shots, will you?” Jermaine approached me.

I frowned at him. “Why me?”

“You ain’t paying rent. The least you could do is be a good host to my friends… Get a tray. Eight shots… for now.”

“We expecting more company later?”

“Maybe. Quit being such a bitch.” I’d not seen him this aggressive before. Strangely, it turned me on.

Minutes later I returned with a tray full of tequila shots. We all took a shot.

About an hour later, things were getting pretty loose. There was plenty of loud talking, shouting and laughing. Hip hop music was blaring. Good thing it was Friday or otherwise the neighbours would be complaining soon.

Cole was acting a little weird and getting a lot of attention. He was dancing and grinding to the music. He kept showing off his lower back tattoo, which for some reason everyone found interesting. Tyrone even ground against him, seemingly into the music and the moment. Fuck, if that’s all it took I’d get a lower back tramp stamp.

I’m pretty sure most of us were all drunk or high or both at this point. I was feeling a little sleepy and said I was going to lie down for a bit. Cole gave me a knowing wink as he ground up against Tyrone.

Alone in my room, I fell on my bed and dozed off for a minute, descending into a lucid dream.

***

Yeah, fuck my ass Jermaine. Fuck my fucking boi-pussy for all it’s worth… I was having another lucid dream.

At some point in the night, I woke up to a strange feeling. I suddenly realized that I was naked below the waist and someone was licking my butthole. Quickly, I reached for the night lamp and turned it on. It was Manny, with his face up between against my buttocks, his hands spreading my cheeks.

“What the fuck?”

“Hush. Be quiet now. Unless you want the others interrupting us?” Manny whispered, flashing me that grin of his, now more devilish than ever. He proceeded to force open my cheeks with his face, eating my ass with gusto, like it was a perfectly normal thing to do. I could feel his light stubble on my skin and his tongue felt amazing and very cool on my moistening hole. It was a sensation so strong I knew I was definitely not dreaming. I turned to face him. To my horror, the ass-eating wasn’t the most obscene thing.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” I asked, keeping my voice low. Manny was completely naked, his big, thick, muscular body in show.

“I came in here to check on you. You looked so sexy sleeping, lying on the covers innocent-like. I asked you — ‘Can I eat your ass?’ I believe your reply was ‘Hell yes, Daddy. Eat my bitch ass.’,” he explained and leaned in again. “I’ve got what you need,” he winked.

I kept staring at him, trying to make sense of what he’d said. And trying not to allow my body to betray my desire. “I don’t think any of that is true.” But I gave in and laid my head down on the pillow, enjoying this surprise ass-eating. I could still hear the party going in the living room. Hopefully they were all having too much fun to come and check in on my room. I closed, even allowing myself to moan. In the morning, this would turn out to have been a dream.

“Do you suck dick?” I heard him ask. I did… but I wasn’t about to tell him that. This had to stop. He slapped me firmly on the ass. “Well?” But he was impatient and didn’t wait for me to deliberate before saying yes. Laughing mischievously, he reached out to grab me by arm, pulling me towards him. “Come here,” he said and dragged me off the bed. Dragged is too strong a word — I barely gave him any resistance as I fell onto my knees. He then shoved his impressive looking dick into my mouth and I wilfully yielded, swallowing him.

“Yeah, suck it,” he said as I began to do just that, wrapping my lips around his giant tool and salivating. He moaned, wrapping his hands around my head as I pleasured him. Sucking dick is such a massive turn on for me. This was no exception. The fact that we were secretly doing this, with the crowd in the lounge and within earshot, was a massive turn on too. I normally didn’t like being risky but I found myself drawn to Manny’s demanding presence. He held me firmly by my dreadlocks and kept me working his shaft, sliding my lips back tuzla escort and forth on it till it was nice and wet. I kept trying to take him in Coleper but found myself choking on his thickness and then going back to just playing bobbing on his head.

“Yeah, that’s it. Suck my dick. Suck my dick, boy. You want that dick don’t cha?” he taunted me. It was annoying hearing it from him but I cannot lie that I was turned on immensely.

After taking my t-shirt off and making me undress completely, he started to get a little rough. First he grabbed me by head and really started to throatfuck me. This kept me choking and spitting and coughing all over his dick. I have a feeling that’s what he liked. And although I liked it rough too sometimes, I felt he was being a little too rough. But I didn’t stop him. He forced my head against the bed and pushed his thick pipe down my throat. Mercifully, he knew when to give me a break, allowing me to breathe. After a few minutes of doing this, his dick was very slick and covered in my spit.

“Swallow my dick. Eat it! Take it!” he said, getting louder and louder. I tried to swallow him whole. It turned me on, I couldn’t deny it, hearing him command me and force me. “That’s it… good boy!” he encouraged. Maybe he didn’t know me well but I had grown to love sucking dick and was adept at it. I had managed to deepthroat him.

Quickly, he pulled out and then shoved it back in again. I was looking up at him, giving him the pretty boy, doe-eyed look that I knew turned men on. They like to see their bottoms vulnerable, pliant. Innocent with just a hint of slut in them. That’s what I wanted him to see too… and maybe if he made all the right moves, the slut in me would grow.

“Tell me — you like that dick taste, don’t you?” he taunted as he waved his dick in his my face, slapping it on my cheek. The meat was heavy and thick with blood, so it stung a little. “You like sucking dick? You like to get fucked in the ass?” he asked to which I repeated an enthusiastic ‘Yes’ each time. Then he shoved his dick in my throat, grabbed me by hair and held me there. “That’s what I thought. You’ll make a great whore,” he added cryptically.

Suddenly, I noticed the music in the lounge get louder. Someone else had pushed the door ajar. My heart began to race as I tried to move. But Manny held me still, forcing me to stay on his dick. “Don’t you move, keep that dick in your mouth,” he warned.

Jermaine stepped into view, right next to Manny. He was standing right there, looking down at me.

Panicking, I tried to fight free of Manny but he held me firm, forcing me to take him even deeper. I throated him completely now, my eyes tearing up. Finally, Manny released me and I choked and coughed up spit.

Manny’s laughter was loud and boastful. “Man… Jermaine, you got yourself a fine bitch,” he said and smacked me on the face a couple of times as if to compliment me. I looked up at Jermaine, ready to give an explanation. His expression didn’t give much away. He had his dick in his hand.

“What you waiting for? Swallow that dick!” Manny commanded, smacking me on the back of my head as I lunged forward, taking Jermaine’s dick into mouth before he could change his mind. The object of my secret desire. His aroma as I drew near it nearly drove me mad with lust. Hunger surged through my body.

I’m sucking Jermaine’s dick!

“Shit, look at him go. He really wants your dick,” Manny exclaimed and then grabbed me by my hair, guiding me as I pleasured my house mate.

I could not believe this was happening. I was sucking my hot alpha male friend and house mate. How many times had I fantasized about this? Now, here I was with it happening. I was sure I wasn’t dreaming. The sharp pain of Manny rudely smacking me on my ass a few times assured me of this.

“That’s it bitch… suck his dick,” Manny said as he guided my head up and down Jermaine’s shaft. I kept stealing quick glances up at Jermaine, hoping for a reaction or an approval or a smile or anything. But his icy gaze forced me to look away in shame. “Suck bitch!” Manny kept saying to me.

I was so turned on at this point I was starting to not care. Usually, I’d like to say I have plenty of barriers… but when I start to get horny, they became less and less effective. I was really feeling the need to please Jermaine, to suck his dick till he came. If I gave him that satisfaction, maybe things would change? Maybe it would lessen the tension. But then Manny suddenly pulled me off and twisted my head so I could swallow him.

“Come on share that mouth, bitch. Don’t be such a dick-hog,” Manny said and laughed, continuing to taunt me. He slapped my hand away as I tried to jerk off. “No. Our dicks come first,” he said then told me to play with Jermaine’s dick. I did just that. And then switched over as Manny instructed me to.

I was now sucking two big black pipes, switching between the two of pendik escort them. I could even swallow them both at the same time. My fear and panic was gone, replaced by a lust I feared would overwhelm me. I wanted to please Jermaine, to make him proud. I was trying to deepthroat him but found it difficult — his dick was curved and kept lodging in my throat, choking me.

So I made up for it by swallowing Manny as deep and as often as I could. They were starting to get really turned on now, their groans and grunts becoming louder and their dicks leaking precum. Even the musky scent of their balls, which I licked, kissed and played with liberally was beginning to intensify. All three of us were heating up to dangerous temperatures.

“So you like to get fucked?” Jermaine asked me as I was sucking Manny’s dick.

I looked up at him and my expression told him the truth.

“Climb on this bed and show me how you like to get fucked,” he said. There was a look in him that I had never seen before. A predatory look that excited me. Quickly, I got up from the floor and climbed up on my hands and knees, presenting my ass doggy style.

“Damn this bitch has a nice ass,” Manny said as they examined my welcoming booty. “Can’t believe you’ve been living with an ass like this — and not tapping it!”

My ass was indeed very nice. It was one of the reasons I loved to bottom. It had a symmetrical form, like a ripe peach. A couple of years being a track athlete had reduced the childhood weight down to its most essential, and add some Cajun genes. Manny raised his hand up above like a preacher and then brought it down, smacking my ass hard. I yelped out, but the sting only made me more excited as the rush of blood and hormones turned me submissive.

“Shake it, come on!” Manny said and smacked my ass again. They laughed a little as I began to twerk my butt, moaning as I did. I felt so whorish and silly. No doubt this amused them. They were making me do things I had never done. “Shake it bitch!” Manny said as he began to smack me harder. “The more you shake, the more dick you going to get tonight,” he said and I began to twerk really hard, arching my back and really bouncing thighs while trying to rotate my hips a little. I felt a hand begin to slowly caress my back. It was Jermaine. I was so turned on I started to twerk and rotate my ass faster.

Suddenly, he reached underneath my stomach and pulled me up… and with the help of Manny, flipped me over onto to his shoulder in an amazing display of strength.

“What are you doing?” I asked but then realized I was being carried out of the bed room. Naked, they carried me into the living room.

As he walked in to a chorus of cheers, he gave my ass a spank and set me down onto the floor.

“Fellas! We got ourselves a new ho!” he proclaimed much to the delight of the group.

Then, grabbing me by the hair, he pulled me up and walked me over to the main part to the big couch. I could have fought him, I could have tried to break free. Jermaine was bigger than me but I was no slouch… but I did nothing.

Am I about to be gang banged? Oh god…

In front of me, I saw the big screen TV was playing black gay porn. Adrian and Toby were sitting right next to each other. On his knees and in between them was Cole. He was naked — well almost. He was wearing a pink thong, which had been pushed to the side. Behind him, with his face buried between Cole’s ass was Leon! My jaw dropped and my dick turned hard instantly.

“Another bitch to play with.” Tyrone remarked, approaching from the kitchen with a drink in his hand.

I was starting to squirm as Jermaine held me by my hair but then Manny grabbed my hands and pulled them backwards, forcing me to stand still. It hurt a little and I cried out.

“Damn… look at his little dick. He’s horny as fuck,” Tyrone laughed. “Either of you fuck him yet?” he asked, walking past the foursome and placing his drink down.

“Just his mouth.”

Tyrone approached me and stood in front of me. Then to my surprise, he grabbed me by the chin and kissed me. It was so unexpected that for a few seconds, I just stood there and let his tongue and lips smother mine. Then I felt his hand reach around me and grope my butt, squeezing one cheek hard and spreading it apart. Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat run through me and I moaned loudly, succumbing to Tyrone’s unannounced but powerful advance. I kissed him back, gently and more passively, allowing him to dictate. I could hear more laughter in the room.

“He’s got nice lips,” Tyrone said as he broke the kiss. “No doubt he’s a good dicksucker,” he added, making me blush a little. He unzipped his jeans and fished out his dick, which was another long, dark, meaty dick. Thick as well. My eyes bulged — so many big black dicks up in here!

Manny let go of me but then grabbed me by the chin and also forced me to kiss him. Unlike Tyrone, his breath was a bit unpleasant as it tasted of weed and stale liquor. Nevertheless, I let him French kiss me and feel me up, moaning into his embrace. Then Tyrone pulled me towards him, making me take his possessive kiss while bending over slightly and arching my back. Jermaine in the meanwhile, was rubbing his hard, uncut dick between my cheeks, smearing some of his precum over them.

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Debby was carrying some folders to her boss, Jerry Walker. It was close to quiting time and she was anxious to get home to her husband, Craig. They both got home about the same time and in the length of time that it took them to strew their clothes across the living room, they were locked in a loving embrace. Last night they only made it to the hallway leading upstairs before his thick cock plunged into her cunt.

Tonight it might be the living room. This had actually been the way things were after four years of marriage. They both wanted the sex to drop off to a normal level before they had children. Right now they were still like two rabbits, although they fucked quite a bit longer than rabbits.

“Debby,” Walker said as she dropped the folders off and turned to leave,” I hope you have nothing planned for tonight as I sure do need your help on the Arnold account. Debby’s hopes for a night of fucking Craig came to a halt and the images that she had conjured up evaporated. Jerry Walker was known for his hitting on all the women in the office, but this was the first time he had asked Debby to work late. Debby had asked how long he would need her and he was rather non committal.

“Mr Walker I have to get home to my husband and get his dinner ready. When I took this job it was with the understanding that I would not have to work overtime.”

“I realize that Debby but this is an emergency and Carol is out having a baby.” Debby knew that Carol was one of the secretaries that Walker was rumored to have made it with. Every one wondered if the baby was really her husband’s or Walker’s. She hesitatingly agreed and called her husband. Craig was ready to leave the office when the call came on his cell. He said that he might as well stay a while and do some work himself.

For the next three hours Debby busied herself with doing a lot of nothing as Walker hovered over her. He finally put his hand’s on her shoulders and talked some nonsense about the account that he wasn’t really working on. Debby grit her teeth and Jerry dropped his hand’s further down. They were resting on the top of her breast now as Jerry started to heap praise of the woman. Debby had to admit that Walkers skill full hand’s felt good. She had been primed to fuck Craig when Walker dropped his bomb. She sucked in her breath as the sensations hit her. Walker’s hand crept lower till he was actually rubbing her nipples. Debby tightened her lip’s up to keep from moaning.

Jerry was ready to make his next move. He was sure that the young woman was his. He bent his head over to plant a kiss on her lip’s. “Hey anyone home,” the voice was almost alien in the silence of the office. Walker whipped his head back to see Debby’s husband standing there. “Hi…I just finished with the extra work and I saw your car still here so I stopped to see if you wanted to stop for a little dinner before going home,” the way Craig said it left no doubt in Walkers mind that he considered the over time at an end.

Debby was glad her husband showed up when he did. She wasn’t sure what she would have done if Walker had completed the kiss. “Oh hi Craig…yes…were just finishing up…” Walker said that they were finished and thanked Craig for letting his wife work overtime, cursing the intrusion under his breath.. He had to stand by the desk to hide his hard cock tenting his pants. Debby turned and went to clock out after telling him that this was triple time. Walker nodded dumbly as she went to the outer office. He knew that next time he would have to make sure the door was locked.

“Hey Jerry…don’t mean to tell you how to run your business but when Debby came to work here before we got married it was agreed in her contract with her boss then that there would be no overtime,” he let his words sink in, ” You know Debby doesn’t really have to work and I would just as soon have her quit as not.” He left the threat lie for then. Walker knew that he had been upstaged and wondered just how much Craig saw before he interrupted them.

Things were normal for a few weeks when Walker overheard Debby talking to her husband over the phone. “Oh Craig,” Debby was saying, “You’ll be gone for two days…that’s terrible. What will I do with out you.?” Walker brain, both of them went into high gear then as he thought of a way that he could use the situation to his advantage.

” Just before quitting time he called Debby in and told her that he had to go to Cleveland overnight in a couple of days. He had listened as Debby repeated the information that her husband gave her about his trip. He made the meeting that he said that he had to attend for the same day that Craig would leave. Cleveland was only two hours away by plane and they could catch a late flight. Walker had it all planned out. He felt that to get the pretty wife in the sack would be well worth his trouble.

Debby told Craig all about the offer and said that Jerry had to have someone there to take short hand of the meeting as the izmir escort client didn’t like recorders. Walker had said that the client was willing to spend the money to pay Debby’s salary and expenses. Debby busied herself with all the things she would need for the trip.

Craig left for his trip in the morning and Debby met Walker at the airport for the two hour flight to Cleveland. Just before the plane left Debby got all the information about where she would be staying .At first Walker tried to book a suite of rooms with two bedrooms but Debby told him that that would be inviting trouble with Craig if he ever found out. Jerry did not want any trouble and went out of the way to make sure that was no trouble with angry husbands. Before he became Debby’s boss he was in middle management and he had caused several marriage breakups. Now he seemed to be up to his old tricks with the pretty secretary. He would make sure that she did not make a fuss later. He had the drug to do that.

Walker was beside himself as he felt that the young wife was ripe for picking and not only that, she had given him several signs that she was agreeable. The fact that she wanted a single room and not to make waves with her husband showed that clearly to him. The plane was crowded and Debby and he had been seated in different sections. he would have had fun while in transit other wise.

Debby was feeling nervous. She had never done anything like this. True enough, she loved Craig and this was out of the ordinary for her to accompany her boss on a trip where she knew that he was going to attempt to have sex with her. Soon the plane was in a landing pattern for Cleveland and she started to get ready to disembark the plane. Outside Jerry Walker took her overnight bag and carried it to a shuttle which carried them to the hotel they were booked in. Walker knew that by tomorrow she would know that there was no meeting but by then she would have been fucked all night and ready for more fucking before they caught their flight back home. He had told Debby that they had an early morning appointment with the client and would be back in time to fool her husband as to where abouts.

At the hotel Jerry wanted Debby to come and stay in the suite he had booked instead of the small single room. Debby said that till she was sure that every thing was cool she wanted to stay in her room. She said that Craig might call her there as he knew her room number. Debby said that she wanted to freshen up first and went to the room. Jerry wanted to join her but she let him kiss her and told him to come back later. Walker walked away with visions of ramming his cock in the pretty wife.

Two hours later after a shower and perfumed bath scent. Debby dressed in her sexiest nightie. She wanted Jerry to go insane when he saw her like this. He had always seen her dressed for work, pretty severe dressing too. He naturally had never seen her half naked, which she was now, He had never seen her with her hair cascading down on her shoulders. Light brunette curls against skin as white as driven snow. Just as she put on her lace panties she brushed at her dark pubic mound. he would really like the fact that he could see it under the translucent material of the panties and night gown.

At eight Jerry knocked on the door to Debby’s room. Debby opened and he almost dropped the wine and the flowers that he held when he saw Debby ready for sex. Debby took the flowers and took them to find a vase while Jerry opened the wine. He poured two glasses and Debby didn’t notice when he dropped two pills into her glass. Debby probably would be ready to fuck him but he didn’t want to take a chance. The trip was costing him plenty but he would make it up when he let his business associates bid on her for a night of sex. As he handed her the glass of wine he thought of what the pretty woman would look like pulling a train at the Starlight motel while he filmed for videos that he would sell.

Jerry took Debby in his arms after she had drained her glass and kissed her. She returned the kiss almost eagerly. Then began the dance of seduction. “You know Debby,” Jerry said when he was sure that he had the woman just where he wanted her, ” Theres no meeting in the morning so we can enjoy ourselves all night long and tomorrow we’ll go back home and Craig will never know you and I had fucked all night long.” He grinned. he knew that Craig would never find out unless Debby refused to go along with him after he showed her the tape of him and two more men that he had coming later. He wanted first with her, let the others have sloppy fourth…or even fifths. He thought this was funny.

He had been pulling this scam for six years now. Two years before Debby came to work. he was still in middle management but he swore that when he was in charge he would fuck her. He chuckled. Tonight long years of waiting would pay off. Debby was sitting down on the bed when kahramanmaraş escort she started to feel funny. The sensations that wracked her cunt felt great. All she could think of was to get a cock in there. “So tell me Jerry…when you asked me to come on this trip to take notes for you . You already knew that the reason was a sham and you got me here to have sex with me.?”

Jerry didn’t mind telling her. In a few minutes the date rape drug would take effect. The new drug acted like the original date rape except that the woman knew exactly what she was doing except she couldn’t help herself. He knew that for him to confess to Debby that the only reason he made the trip was to fuck her. He sat on the bed beside her and started to kissing her. Debby knew that she shouldn’t respond so eagerly but she felt herself loosing control.

It wasn’t long, Walker had waited so long that now he was impatient to get the succulent Debby, that he hurried. He ripped the gown off her. Debby was taken aback, she didn’t expect Jerry to be so violent. He had the woman stripped in no time. The drug had taken effect and now the young wife was powerless to resist, not that she would have, any move Walker made on her. Her breast sprang out in the open and the cool room air caused her nipples to erect.

Debby watched Jerry Walker with interest as he removed his clothes hurriedly. When he was naked she saw that he did have a large cock, a bit larger than Craig”s. She had heard tales and now she knew that they were true. Walker grinned an evil grin as he saw the way she looked at his cock,” So another little secretary wants to see what kind of a fuck I am. Well you are going to find out and by the time I take you home you will be well fucked,” he told her that he had a couple of friends coming over later to fuck her. Debby cringed when she heard that. She had only counted on Walker. Now in her aroused state she knew that she would fuck anything that moved.

Walker set up a camera and taped the scene when he shoved his cock down Debby’s throat. Debby had deep throated Craig lot of times but Walker was rough and it didn’t feel as good. She tried to get hm to be a little more gentle. She had only planned on letting Walker shove his cock in her mouth for the camera that she had turned on. It was in plain site on the dresser and pointing at the bed. It recorded all that happened in the room. Without any warning Walker pulled his cock from Debby’s mouth and spread her leg’s. By the time her muddled mind realized what was happening Jerry had thrust his thick cock into her wet and eager cunt.

“No…no…don’t fuck me you bastard,” she screamed and at the same time thrust her cunt hard on his cock. Walker smiled. He knew he had Debby right where he wanted her. That was when Craig came from the bathroom and stood behind him. Walker had suddenly pulled his cock from her cunt and placed the head hurriedly against her anus. With a force full thrust he split her almost virgin asshole open. Craig watched the lust on his wife’s face and wondered what had gotten in to her. He walked over to Walkers camera that was on a tripod and facing the couple. He shut it off.

He also went and turned the one on the dresser off. It already had enough footage. he went and shut the dictation machine that Debby was using when Walker arrived. It had all the necessary information on it. Then he walked up behind Walker as he thrust hard and rough into his wife’s anus. Walker, nor Debby either, had noticed his presence even though she knew that he would be there. They had planned on a little sex, like Walker shoving his cock in his wife’s mouth. They were well prepared for that. It had been originally planned for Debby to bite down on Walker’s cock but that hadn’t happened.

Craig saw the pill bottle on a chair with Walker’s clothes. He read the label and suddenly understood why his wife was not sticking to their script. Debby was in the throws of passion then and he knew that if a Great Dane was there, then Debby would fuck it. She was clearly in lust and he knew that he alone couldn’t satisfy her. Barring him having an antidote for the drug he would have to wait for it to wear off. He began to remove his clothes. When he was naked his cock was hard from watching his wife getting ass fucked so hard. Debby was screaming for walker to fuck her ass…to shove his big cock in her,” She also said that she needed a cock for her cunt.

Craig shook a hand full of pills out of the bottle. He downed two of them, best to be ready for what ever. Craig loved his wife too much to fuck her like she needed then. He took the walkers camera and taped Debby writhing under the onslaught of Walker’s ass fucking. “How do you like that now Debby…how do you like being fucked by me.” Debby moaned out that she needed a cock for her cunt. Walker told her that he knew that she did, “The date rape drug I slipped in your drink will manavgat escort make sure that you need lots of cock. I may even open the door and let anyone that wants to fuck you.

” Yes…I’ll fuck anyone…I’ll fuck all your friends for you.” She had all but forgotten the purpose for this and was now lost to the lust of the drug. Craig was angry. he had been angry at Walker for years. The way he had actually met Debby was when he came by the office on a pretense just to be able to look at the man that he would wreck his revenge on one day. Jerry walker had been a middle level manager then. Craig’s little sister, Julie, was working for the company in the secretarial pool. She had just gotten married then. She was given the same drug by Walker and then repeatedly raped by Walker and several other managers at Debby’s company. She didn’t pull out of the depression that she went into. She carried the child from the rape to full term and her husband couldn’t bear to part with a part of Debby after she was committed

Her big brother, Craig, had promised the comatose woman that he would get revenge one day. He had liked Debby and he told her the story. Debby wasn’t under any illusions about Craig. Still she fell in love with him and they married. Debby had also her two friends that had their lives ruined by Walker and his friends at the company.

Craig’s revere was interrupted by the moans and screams of his wife as Walker fucked her like she was a whore. He took the hand full of pills and cupped them In his hand’s. He stepped up behind Walker’s ass cheeks and lined his lubed up cock with the man’s thrusting asshole. Then he struck. Walker didn’t know what was happening, he felt the burning stinging pain of something being thrust in his anus. He screamed in protest, Turning his head around he saw Debby’s husband. Then Craig put his hand over his mouth. It had about half a dozen pills in it. Craig pinched Walker’s nose and held it till the man had to swallow the pills or suffocate to death.

” What are you doing here you bastard…what are you doing…,” he tried to ask a dozen questions all at once. He tried to dislodge the cock fucking his ass but Craig was a much stronger man. He held his cock hard in the man’s ass.

Craig had to tighten his lip’s to speak otherwise he would have lost it. ” So bastard tell me that you don’t remember Sarah Carter…yeah her…remember…remember how you and the others raped her and made a video showing that she was a willing participant. Well you knew that she had an older brother…me…you piece of slime.” Craig might have had to control his voice but he didn’t control his cock as he tried to split Walker’s ass apart with his cock. Debby felt the extra hard thrust and screamed for Walker to do it again.

“Well bastard it’s pay back time…my wife and I set it all up, “Craig hissed in his ear while he fucked him with out letup. The only thing was that the harder he fucked walker he was shoving Walkers cock into his wife’s ass harder. Somewhere along the way Walker’s cock slipped out of Debby’s ass and when Craig slammed into his ass again he drove the man’s cock in his wife’s cunt. Debby screamed out in pleasure.

“Yes…yes…that’s it fuck my cunt…fuck my cunt hard you bastard'” she screamed at him. Then she saw her husband behind the man. Craig was fucking Walker’s ass and from the look on Walkers face, he hated it and was in pain. “Yes Craig fuck his ass. Make him fuck me harder.”

Craig was about to cum and he didn’t want to cum in walkers ass. he pulled his cock from Walkers asshole. He let the sensations of orgasm subside. He saw the wine bottle and took it and pulled Walker from his wife’s body. His cock made a popping sound as it came free. Craig turned Walker’s body on his back. He held the man’s legs apart and thrust the bottom end of the wine bottle in Walker’s anus. It all but split open but managed to stretch thinly over the thick glass. Walker screamed loudly. Craig put his shorts wadded up in Walker’s mouth. He smiled at his the result oh his labors.

He taped up walkers hand’s and leg’s. His taped leg’s held the wine bottle in place with jusy the neck sticking out. Walker’s cock stuck up in the air like a flag pole, hard and straight. I held out my hand to my wife and she allowed me to help her up. “Look sweetheart…I know this isn’t your fault. I should have paid more attention to what a slime ball he was.” I had her sit back down on Walkers hard cock facing my feet. “Now lean back…use the piece of shit for a backing and,” I placed my hard cock against her burning hot anus. I shoved my ass in Walker’s face and shoved my cock in my wife’s asshole. I rarely had the opportunity to fuck her there as she had to be in the right mood. Evidently this was the right time. She moaned and cried out as i sunk it in deep.

” Honey…please…I mean,” she finally blurted it out,” Fuck my ass hard…like he did.” I hesitated but realized that my wife needed it hard. He drew back and shoved forward as hard as he could. Debby cried out, “Yes…yes baby…that’s how hard and fast.” That set the pace for the rest of the evening. Debby rode Walkers cock hard and ground her cunt hair down hard on his. Soon he exploded but the pills that I had given him had taken effect and he stayed hard still fucking Debby’s tireless cunt.

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Over the next few weeks, I worked with Dr. Miller in her lab. I was more of a secretary then a scientist, filing paperwork, blood and tissue samples, etc. I had to admit that working days was a lot easier than working nights and a lot more freedom.

On Sunday I met up with Noah at the chapel. There was a local preacher who came by to lead a non-denominational service. During the week, representatives from most major religions could be sent for as they were employed by the state of South Dakota. So, Sunday service was more of a special treat for the hospice patients and staff.

Noah sat in a corner eating a chocolate chip cookie. He looked his usual adorable self, with his long black hair pulled into a loose braid, as he looked out the window at the late-morning sun.

“Should we grab something for Juan-Palo?” I asked, taking a seat next to him. Noah’s middle-aged roommate was noticeably absent. The older man’s condition had been getting worse. He’d been taken off chemo for well over a month prior to my arrival but was still suffering the effects.

Noah shook his head. “He’s probably going to get a nutrition IV when he finishes dialysis.” He turned to me with his big brown eyes. “Maybe we can say a prayer for him.”

“Yeah, of course.” I gave Noah’s hand squeeze.

We listened to an elderly preacher talk about hope, faith, and the promise of the afterlife. He wasn’t as entertaining as the previous week’s speaker but the junk food made up for it. Candy, doughnuts, and cookies, had a way of transforming a room full of convicts into little children.

Complete with bullies.

Adam Reyes with his white-boy blond surfer dreads was pointing and chuckling with his group of friends. I knew Adam had spread rumors about me to the other nurses; I was Dr. Miller’s pet because of my ties to the mafia. That was why I got to sleep in Dr. Miller’s office (essentially having my own room.) And why I was able to be with Noah without fear of repercussions for becoming romantically involved with a patient. Was it true? Hell, if I knew. But damn, if I wasn’t going to take full advantage.

I put my arms around Noah, pulling him close. As the preacher asks us to lower our heads to pray, I felt Noah’s head on my shoulder. He fed me the remainder of his cookie before slipping his hand under my shirt, just below my abs. He had his arms around me as well, and we’re holding each other close, despite the burning glares coming from every direction. “You ok?”

Noah nodded. “I just need to be close to you.” To his credit, Noah’s touching stopped at my stomach for the duration of the service.

Afterward, we went back to the privacy of Noah and Juan-Palo’s room. The older man was asleep on the bed, his tall body shivering in the fetal position. Noah had been correct, in that his roommate was put on a course of IV of fluids, nutrients, and strong pain medication. A cookie would have been the last thing he needed.

Noah took a seat on the bed and patted his arm. “Hey, J.P., we’re back from chapel.”

Juan-Palo opened his eyes and forced a smile. “Hey,” he said in a soft, raspy voice.

Noticing his tear-filled eyes, prompted my medical instinct. “Do you need me to get a doctor?” I asked, as I examined his face for a fever.

Juan-Palo smirked as he rolled on to his back, staring mindlessly at the ceiling. “No, but perhaps a priest, or someone of the like, to cleanse me of my sins.”

“I’ve been experiencing dreams of the afterlife; coming face to face with all those I’ve wronged in my illustrious career.” Juan-Palo was in pain, that much was certain.

I placed my fingers to his neck to check for a pulse, it was rapid. His skin was clammy. I motioned to Noah. We laid on either side of Juan-Palo, holding him close.

I could feel his heart, his breath. I reached over his chest to hold Noah’s hand. But as I did, I felt Juan-Palo’s rough, callused hands caressing, pulling us closer together. “Make love for me.” He turned his head to face me. “Although I am too weak to participate, I wish to indulge one last time.”

One last time? I assumed he was speaking in hyperbole, as I willingly removed my shirt.

Noah sat up and did the same. With his bare chest exposed he placed Juan-Palo’s hand over his young healthy heart. As Noah tenderly massaged his lover’s hand he glanced in my direction with his alluring eyes. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“God, yes!” In the short time we’d been together I’d let Noah have his way with me, in every way except for direct anal penetration with his gorgeous uncut cock. We started making out, groping each other’s bodies while careful of Juan-Palo’s IV cords.

Noah’s pressed his lips to my ear. “Do you want me to grab the lube?”

“Nah, giresun escort just use spit,” I said with confidence. “I’ve been fucked raw before, I can take it.”

Noah only laughed. “I’m getting the lube.” He returned with a brand new tube of generic brand Astroglide and started to doll out a liberal amount directly on to his erection.

I watched as the liquid dripped down his shaft. It took every ounce of restraint to not lick him clean.

“I’m not like other guys.” Noah lifted my leg, forcing off my pants until I was naked in the bed. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I do want to make you scream.”

The next thing I knew Noah had my leg over his shoulder, fucking me fast and hard while jerking me off with his free hand.

I gripped the bed, gasping for air.

But after only a few moments Noah moved his hand to my shoulder, getting a better grip as he slowed his pace. He was fucking me with deep deliberate motions, each time bringing me to the edge.

I reached for my cock, desperate for a release, only to have Juan-Palo’s large hand slap mine away. “Just relax, enjoy the ride. Noah likes to take his time.” The older man gripped my cock, working my shaft with long tender strokes.

I knew the bed must have been soaked with my pre-cum, but I didn’t care. I wanted to give in to their touch, their control. “Please, have mercy.” When I was finally allowed to climax, I came harder than I thought possible. I leaned my head back as ropes of cum gushed from my cock. My muscles were locked in a full body orgasm with Juan-Palo coaxed out the last of the cum from my balls, while Noah leaned in to kiss me.

His lips pulled away slightly, drawing a breath as he climaxed. “Tell me you love me.”

“I fucking love you, Noah Redflower.”

With a sweet smile, Noah rested his spent body between Juan-Palo and myself, melting into our embrace.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard Juan-Palo whispering something in Spanish. I didn’t know any Spanish other than slang and swear words but I could have sworn he was reciting a list of names.

I turned my head to see Noah facing Jean-Palo. “Speak their names,” Noah said in his innocent, angelic voice, “so you may be forgiven.”

“Noah?” I forced myself to sit up, but both men appeared to be asleep. I stroked the hair from Noah’s face to gaze upon at his innocent expression. I kissed his cheek and simply fell back asleep.

We slept through lunch, but evening meal was a required mandatory welfare check for all patients.

I awoke to the sound of knocking at the door. I got up and left the bed with every intention of opening the door when I heard Noah whimper.

“Don’t open it, please, Marc. Please.” Noah was cuddled in Juan-Palo’s arms, holding his body close.

I touched the older man’s face, down his neck; no breath, no pulse. Juan-Palo’s body was warm, but it was clear his spirit had passed on. “Noah, we have to let them in.”

“They’re here to take him away.”

“Marc are you in there?” It was Dr. Miller’s voice. As usual, she was kind, polite and even-tempered.

“Yes, Dr. Miller,” I replied. “I’ll be right there.” I opened the door, because I had to.

Dr. Miller entered the room, upon seeing the state of the scene she sighed and radioed for a gurney on the in-room intercom.

“You already knew he passed?”

Dr. Miller bit her lip, brushing a lock of blonde hair from her face. “I’ve been carefully monitoring him, adjusting his medications as necessary for the physical pain.”

Two volunteers came in the room, one I recognized as Adam Reyes. He was talking with the other man, a muscular tattooed Asian who I’d never met. “I guess it was only a matter of time before Noah Redflower fucked a man to death.” Adam laughed out loud while the Asian threw Noah to the floor.

Dr. Miller cleared her throat with noticeable disapproval. “Leon!”

Noah was curled into a fetal position, rocking back and forth. Dr. Miller approached him, getting on her knees to speak to him at his level. “Noah, we need to move the body to the morgue.”

“The body…” Noah repeated in a monotone.

“Yes, Noah.” Dr. Miller placed her hand on Noah’s shoulder like a preschool teacher. “Juan-Palo is not here anymore, you know that.”

Noah looked at her with his dark innocent eyes. He wasn’t crying or angry, his expression was just one of deadpan-confusion.

I got down beside him, holding his hand. “I’ll be with them the entire time.”

Dr. Miller nodded in agreement. “Marc will accompany Juan-Palo’s remains.”

Noah swallowed hard as he turned to me. “Will you bring him back?”

“I’ll bring him back, I promise.” I had no yalova escort means of upholding that promise, a fact which Adam and Leon found hilarious as they pushed the gurney out of the room.

“Basement level, just beyond the staff gym,” Dr. Miller said, patting my shoulder. “I won’t start without you.”

I kept my focus on Noah. “Will you be alright?”

Noah gave my hand one last squeeze before releasing. “Yeah, just keep your promise.”

I left the room, taking a deep breath in the hallway. I wanted to cry, scream, but I knew my priority had to be to Noah. I took the stairs to the basement, following the hallway past the gym, to an unmarked metal door. “Hello? Dr. Miller?” I noticed the card reader. I had been issued a name badge with a bar code connected to my identification file, I swiped and the door opened.

I blinked my eyes as I was hit by a rush of cold. The morgue looked more like Dr. Frankenstein’s lab, with shelf after shelf of bottled samples; blood, tissue, bones, all neatly labeled with barcodes. On the only exam table was Juan-Palo’s body already stripped of clothing with black marks made for all the potential incisions. I felt sick to my stomach. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“Wow, Noah’s really gotten to you,” she said as she arranged her tools.

She was going to dissect him regardless, so figured I’d man up and stay. “Will you tell me a story?” I asked as I put on an apron and gloves.

“Sure,” she said starting her work while I stood by the computer looking at her filing system software. “Once upon a time there lived a man named Juan-Palo Santiago, a son, husband, and father- the same as so many other men of this world. Except Juan-Palo Santiago was raised in a culture of sin; Catholic sin, the kind that starts wars.”

I could hear her start the chest incision. “Is it true he killed his son?”

“For being gay? I’ve heard the rumor, but as for what Juan-Palo was tried for; he was sentenced for smuggling drugs and weapons. There were no provable counts of murder. Although I, like many, believe his kill count to be in the hundreds if not thousands.”

“Is that why you see him as a monster?”

“What I see is a body,” she said as she started to fill vials and jars. “A body with stage four cancer that did not respond favorably to nine rounds of aggressive chemo. But despite all that he thrived in physical therapy; his joints, bones and muscles tissue, maintained durability and strength at a remarkable rate. All until his unfortunate death due to kidney failure.” After a series of cracking, cuts and other sounds she now had a tray full of sample containers. “I’m going to need you to file these.”

“Got it.” I already had her filing system figured out. “What’s going to happen to his remains?”

“Since he had no next-of-kin, his remains will be disposed of.” She walked to a plastic bag handing it to me. “I saved his clothing for you to give to Noah.”

“That’s all I’m allowed to give him?”

Dr. Miller removed a glove, placing her hand upon my back. “Noah is not well, physically or mentally. I’m glad he has a friend like you, someone willing to talk him down from the edge. But the poor kid is living on borrowed time, like everyone else here.”

I spent the next few hours in the morgue, never once looking away from the computer.

When Dr. Miller handed me the last of the samples, I caught a glance at her reflection in the screen. “Are you hungry?” she asked. “I could take you to dinner after we wash up.”

“I should get back.” I waited until I heard her put away what remained of Juan-Palo’s body before turning around.

“Back to Noah?” she asked.

“Yeah, where else would I go?”

I took the bag of clothes back to Noah’s room only to find it rearranged. The king sized bed was now two twin beds, with Juan-Palo’s side stripped of linens. I massaged Noah’s back as he slept in the fetal position. “Noah?” I placed the clothing bag at his side. “I’m going to get a cup of coffee, I’ll be right back.”

Noah opened his eyes. He looked at the bag, then at me. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Noah.”

Noah hugged the bag and closed his eyes. Since he seemed alright for the moment, I had every intention of ducking into the cafeteria for a coffee before quickly returning to his side.

I walked into the empty hallway, only to be grabbed by three men; Adam, Leon, and Kyle. They didn’t even try to hide their faces.

Adam with his long blond dreads pulled back in a ponytail, pressed his lips to my ear. “Please, Marc, join us?”

“How about- no.”

Adam laughed and jumped in front of me, clearly intent on blocking my path. “How about yozgat escort you not be such a pussy.”

With Leon and Kyle grabbing each of my arms I knew I had no choice.

We walked as a group to the empty cafeteria where Adam promptly locked. “All jokes aside, we just want a moment of your time.”

Leon chuckled at Adam’s mock sincerity as he forced me into a chair. “Yeah, doctor’s orders.”

“What? That can’t be true,” I muttered. Dr. Miller had been nothing but a friend.

“Dr. Miller,” Adam confirmed. “She’ll find Noah a new fuck-boy roommate, and she’ll keep it up until the freak finally dies.”

Kyle shook his head. “Can we cool it with a name calling? You sound like a fucking twelve year old.”

“Noah is not a freak!” I forcibly stood up ready for a fight. “You all fucked him before I even got here!”

Adam only shrugged with a casual smirk. “Be that as it may, we all learned the hard lesson: don’t dive headfirst into a swimming pool of…” he paused, looking to Kyle and Leon. “What’s a good metaphor for Noah, a pool of candy-flavored quicksand?”

“Yup, you’re twelve.”

Adam nodded at his own joke. “Yeah, don’t dive headfirst into a pool of chocolate-candy quicksand. It may look tempting, but it’s hard to get out once you’re stuck. Luckily none of us ever got in that deep.”

Kyle stood up, running his fingers through his hair. “Look, Dr. Miller just wants you to think before you leap. You’ve fallen harder than most of us have. She’s just concerned, we all are.”

“You all are?” I knew that was bullshit.

Kyle stood up and went to the drink fridge. “Here, take a sandwich. I think it’s roast beef. I know Noah has his own stash of Cliff bars, Power bars or whatever but in case you want something more substantial.” He handed me a prepackaged sandwich and a can of soda. “Dr. Miller would want us to tell you to meet her back in her office, but we all know you’re going to see Noah.” Kyle’s voice was calm, even apologetic. “But do me a favor, ask him about his burn scars.”

“Fine,” I said, taking the offering. I just wanted out of that room.

Adam sighed and opened the door. “Go, run back to your little freak-bitch.”

“Piss off!” I flipped the bird at the three stooges, while I power-walked back to Noah’s room. When I arrived, I took a moment to compose myself before quickly entering and locking the door.

Noah was sitting up in bed eating a PowerBar while wearing Juan-Palo’s old clothes. “You ok? I thought you were getting coffee.”

“I’ll have to go without.” I put the food on a nearby table and took a seat by Noah’s side. “So, you’re wearing his clothes?”

“It’s all I get, right? One last moment to experience his smell, his warmth, his heart.”

“You can feel all that through his dirty laundry?” I asked with a forced smile. I didn’t mean to poke fun at him but the events of the past hour had me on edge.

Noah crossed his arms over his shoulders as if giving the cloths a hug. “As human beings, we feel what we choose to feel.” He rested his head on my shoulder before giving me a knowing look. “What did Adam Reyes say about me this time? I know that’s why you’re acting so weird.”

“Not Adam,” I said as I put my arm around Noah, stroking the rough fabric of Juan-Palo’s shirt, “Kyle Morgan told me to ask about your scars.”

“He doesn’t know the truth of my scars.”

“Will you tell me?”

“Only if you promise to stay the night.” Noah looked away, as if afraid of my answer. “It just, I haven’t had to sleep alone since I got here. I’m kind of afraid…”

“I promise.” That’d been my plan all along.

Noah paused, shivering. “After I killed my mother’s pimp, she sat there sobbing, screaming begging me to let her die. Meth did a number on her. I tried to move her but I couldn’t get her off the floor. So, I left the trailer and grabbed the spare gas tank, a gallon-size red plastic container that my mom’s pimp always left full.” Noah covered his mouth, his eyes wide with terror. It was clear he was reliving the horrible events.

I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. “Whatever you did I’ve seen worse.”

“That’s just it, I don’t know what I did. I mean, I know what planned.” Noah shook his head in disbelief. “I set the trailer on fire, laid my body on top of my mom waiting to die. I don’t remember any pain or even any fire. But I awoke in the hospital in handcuffs. I had burns on my back and shoulders, like the devil had given me a hug.”

I kissed Noah’s lips. “You don’t have to say anymore.”

Noah looked at me with tears in his eyes. “I really do love you, Marc.”

Noah and I both grew up without fathers, perhaps that was why we craved masculinity in its purest form. the kind of love that inspired strength, confidence, and hope. I kissed Noah’s neck, down his chest, as I removed Juan-Palo’s shirt from my lover’s body. “I love you too, Noah.”

I would like to say we made love but, in that moment, we needed to hold each other more then we needed to fuck. But one thing was certain, we had to escape this place.

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How did I get myself into this situation? I never go out to bars, I’m not a big drinker, yet here I am, taking care of my drunk friend, making sure he doesn’t get himself into trouble. I’d much rather be home, relaxing in front of the TV, but no. I had to be the nice guy, and let Mark talk me into going to this trendy new club he knew about. He’s so drunk, all I can do at this point is pour him into my car, and hope he doesn’t puke on my floor on the drive home.

I got him home, and ended up having to half-drag, half carry him into his place. I reached into his pocket to get his keys, and made contact with more than I had planned on. I knew he was hung, but wow! He and I had fooled around like teenagers do, and I knew he was still into guys, at least a little bit. I have to admit, some evil thoughts ran through my head at that point, but I’m not the type to take advantage of drunks.

I got him into his bedroom, and helped him into bed. I started to leave, then those evil thoughts jumped back into my head. Mark’s wife, April was out of town visiting family, so I figured it would be better if I at least took his clothes off, and went to work. He’s been working out lately, because I don’t remember him being so well-defined. His chest is smooth and cut, and his arms are solid and thick. I unbuckle his pants, and find myself having to adjust myself, not having been in proximity to a semi naked man in a long time. I got his pants off, and marveled at the obvious bulge in his boxers. I started to pull those off, then stopped. He’s drunk, it wouldn’t be right for me to take his clothes off this way. On the other hand, I haven’t seen a cock in person in a long time, and he is out cold. He’ll never know…

Sexuality triumphs over caution and morality, and I tug his boxers off. His cock looks like a garden hose, just lying there waiting to be used. I run my fingers along the edge of his shaft, and smile as the blood begins to rush in. gümüşhane escort I tease the tip of his cock, and lick my lips as it quickly inflates to its full size. This thing has to be at least 9″, and about 4″ around. I wrap my hand around it, and gently stroke it until it’s fully engorged. I adjust myself again, and drop to a kneeling position between my sleeping friend’s legs. I run my tongue gently up the shaft, and stop as a slight moan slips from his mouth. I look up, and see that he is still out, and go back to work on his tool. I lick and tease it, loving the musky taste and scent of him.

Finally, I can’t wait anymore, and I take his shaft into my hot mouth. It fills me like it belongs there, and I proceed to suck this cock as if my life depends on it. I use every trick in the book on it, dragging my teeth gently along the head as my lips work the shaft, and he moans again. I am beyond caring at this point, and keep this magnificent piece of man meat in my mouth, where it belongs. I can feel him getting close, when I feel his hand on my head.

“Keep going, Eric, you’re doing so good. Suck my cock, you dirty bitch.”

At this point, I wouldn’t have stopped for the world. I want to feel his seed as it shoot deep into my waiting mouth. I run my fingers along the base of his balls, and slip my finger down to his puckered hole. He spreads his legs wide, allowing my roaming hands access to his ass. I slip a finger into my mouth long enough to get it slippery, and then slide it down and penetrate his hole. The sensation of my finger in his ass, along with my mouth wrapped around his cock, send him over the edge, and with a huge groan, his cock shoots off into my waiting mouth. His seed is hot and salty, and I swallow every drop like it’s the sweetest of nectars. I keep his beautiful tool in my mouth until I feel it soften, and then I lower it gently to his body. I hatay escort sit back, and look up to see him smiling.

“Wow, that was incredible. It’s been a long time since you’ve done that to me. Thank you.”

He reaches for me, and I move next to him, and our lips meet. We kiss hungrily, and as my own cock swells in my pants, I feel his hands roam my body. He pulls my shirt over my head, and I shudder as his lips make contact with my nipples. I’ve always had sensitive ones, and my lover knows just how to tease them. I keep his lips on my chest as I unbuckle my pants, and his hands quickly push them down, freeing my own 8″ cock for him to hold. He wastes no time in grabbing hold of it, and rolls me onto my back. He moves down to my crotch, and swallows my cock quickly. I gasp as he is still a great cock sucker. I relax as best I can to let him do his work, but before I can get too far into it, he stops.

“I have a better idea for this thing.”

He reaches into a drawer, and pulls out a tube of lubrication. I smile, and he grins as he slathers some onto my cock. I watch as he straddles my legs, and guides my prick into his tight ass. I moan to feel how tight he is, and he groans as he slowly impales himself with my dick. I reach for him as he begins to ride my cock, and his own cock is beginning to show signs of life. I fondle his balls and stroke him as he rides me, and the look on his face is one of pure lust and horniness.

Suddenly, he pulls himself free, and rolls onto his knees. Taking the hint, I move quickly behind him, and thrust my slick cock back into his hot ass. He groans as I fill him to the hilt, and I quickly get into a pounding rhythm. I reach under him, and stroke his own cock in time to my thrusts, and I can feel him coming towards a second release. With a little bit of maneuvering, I manage to get him on his back, without ever withdrawing my cock ısparta escort from his hole. I watch him stroke his tool as I fuck him, and all at once, nature takes over. With a shudder and a moan, I pull my cock out just as the first blast of come shoots out. My come mixes with his, and he reaches a second orgasm with me. We each drains our balls all over his chest and crotch, and I collapse, completely spent, to lie next to him. He leans over and kisses me gently, and I smile.

“I don’t know why we haven’t done that sooner. Your cock always feels so good in my ass.”

I laughed, and snuggled a little closer.

“We don’t do it more often because your wife would go nuts if she knew you were screwing me on the side.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about this, and I think I could persuade her to join us. I know you’ve always had the hots for her, and she thinks you’re a pretty good-looking guy. If I can arrange it, would you be interested in joining us for an evening of hot sex? More importantly, do you think Megan would join us as well?”

I looked at him like he was a complete idiot for even asking, and he laughed. We lay together for a short time, then the heat of his body next to mine began to work its magic on me once again. I saw him smile as he felt my cock twitch and move against his leg, and he reached down and gently groped me.

“I think I’m one ahead of you, so you’ll need to catch up before you leave.”

He slipped down and engulfed my cock in his mouth, and I just relaxed, hungry to fill his mouth with my seed. He teased my balls, and gently tickled my ass, all the while, working my cock in and out of his hot mouth. When he slipped a finger up my ass, I lost control, and shot my load into his waiting mouth. He swallowed me like a pro, never letting a single drop of come escape. He waited until my cock softened, and gently let it plop free of his mouth.

“You still taste great. We have got to get my wife into this.”

We laughed, and I reluctantly dragged myself out of his bed and got dressed. I bent down and kissed him gently, and walked to short distance to my car. As I drove home, I wondered if he really could get his wife into a threesome. I know Megan would be into it, I just need to find the right way to bring it up to her…

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