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Scott took one last look at the gay porn movie playing on the television. As the older man on the screen pulled his long hard cock out of the younger man’s bottom, a small stream of cum started leaking from his ass. On the hi def TV, he could make it out clearly as it trailed down his smooth balls onto the table forming a puddle. Scott thought in mere minutes, he too would be experiencing what it was like to be bred. To have a hard cock buried up his virgin ass, depositing a hot load deep into his ass.

He wanted it so bad. Just a couple of hours ago he was trying to resist Marc’s advances. Trying to reason he was straight, he wasn’t into guys — not at all. Now here he was looking forward to the moment his new lover would take his anal cherry — use him in a way he could never have imagined.

“First I want you to go in there and shower and shave off that little patch of yours,” Marc said as he glanced down at Scott’s pubic hair. Marc wanted him smooth, just like he was. Marc guided him into the bathroom, and pulled out a fresh razor and some sensitive skin shaving cream. But first Marc sat on the toilet and took a pair of scissors cutting the small patch close to the skin.

“There, now you do the rest in the shower. Pay particular attention around your asshole. I want that shaved smooth as well. I’ll inspect it all in a few minutes,” Marc informed him.

Scott stepped into the walk-in shower, much larger than the shower he had back in his apartment. He allowed the warm water to splash against his face, rushing through his hair and over his body. He soaped up first, lathering under his arms and in the crack of his ass. Smoothing the soap over his chest and down his arms. The water felt great as it slid down and across his shoulders.

Just as Marc instructed, he stepped away from the stream and lathered up the cream on his crotch and then allowed the razer to glide over his skin, across and then back again. He pulled on his ball sac and shaved that as well, being careful not to cut himself accidently. Scott spread his legs, hiking one up on a piece of the shower that stuck out and formed a seat. He used that to place his foot as he let ordu escort the razor glide over his ass cheeks, and over his nether region.

In moments he stepped back under the water as the cream was rinsed off leaving his bare skin. He hadn’t looked like that since ninth grade. Now devoid of any hair and as smooth as silk. He soaped up again and for the first time felt a new sensation, skin on skin, as his hand rubbed the area just over his hardening cock.

He heard the shower door open and then felt Marc’s body press against his. Marc’s chest to his back, the older man’s cock slipping between his wet ass cheeks. Would he take him in the shower? He wanted it, wanted it so bad. Scott actually ground his ass back into Marc’s crotch.

“Damn, you really want it bad don’t you boy,” Marc chided him as he bit gently on the boy’s wet bare shoulder. “Yes daddy, I do. I want to feel you in me. I want you to take me…breed me,” Scott pleaded.

Marc turned Scott in the shower until they were face to face. Marc looked down at his new protégé, taking Scott’s cock in his hand, stroking it as he leaned down and kissed the young man as the warm water rushed over their bodies.

Marc reached over and turned off the water and then opening the shower door pulled two fluffy towels off a hook as the men toweled dry. Scott anxiously made his way back into Marc’s bedroom and took up a position on the bed awaiting his new lover. Marc stood in the doorway smiling, appreciating how Scott desired his cock. How he wanted to experience what it was like to be fucked.

Marc walked over to the bed and Scott leaned over taking his lover’s cock into his hungry mouth. He moved up and down leaving long wet trails of saliva on Marc’s hardening flesh. You love that cock don’t you boy?” Marc said as he let his fingers move thru Scott’s wet hair. “Suck it boy, show me how much you want it, show me how much you love that cock,” Marc cooed.

Marc could have allowed Scott to suck him all afternoon but he wanted to get to his prize. He backed up and grabbed the lube off the night stand. “Turn over,” Marc commanded as Scott flipped over onto ordu escort bayan his stomach and then got up on all fours without being told. Marc slid behind him and let the lube drip down his crack. Marc rubbed it in, pushing, probing at Scott’s shaven hole.

The older man squirted some of the lube in his own hand as his stroked his hard cock, looking down at the gorgeous ass in front of him. He rubbed his cock up and down between the young boy’s crack and then gently pushed, just a little as Scott pushed back. The head of Marc’s cock slid in effortlessly.

“Ummmm, oh yea,” Scott groaned as more and more of Marc’s cock slid into the tight virgin hole. “You like that, you like that cock in your virgin ass boy?” Marc inquired as Scott continued to groan. “Yes, oh yes, it feels so good. It’s so big though, it’s filling me up….damn, its big,” Scott managed to say before he lowered his head and bit into the soft pillow supporting his head.

“I knew the first time I saw you from my window, walking around out there at the pool. Walking around in that little skimpy bathing suit of yours. I knew then, I’d have that ass. Yesterday, when you pulled yourself out of the water, the suit clinging to your ass, I knew Id be fucking you. I’d have you,” Marc went on.

Marc began moving back and forth, the hard dick moving in and out, in and out, light slapping sounds as Scott’s ass met Marc’s thighs. “Fuck that’s a tight ass,” Marc roared. “Damn, that’s good!”

Scott felt a warm sensation in his ass he had never felt before, a sensation that filled his body. He knew in that moment he loved being fucked, being bred. Yes, it was a feeling that rocked him to his very core. “Yes, daddy take that ass, give it to me,” he begged.

“Turn over,” Marc barked as he pulled out of the boy with a plopping sound. Scott quickly flipped onto his back and spread his legs, waiting, wanting that cock to return to his hungry hole. As Marc allowed his cock to slide back in, he looked down at the young man under him.

“So, what was it your girlfriend said out at the pool yesterday… what did she call me??? Queer? Was it queer?” escort ordu Marc inquired, teasing, taunting.

Scott didn’t answer. He hoped Marc would move on.

“What would your girlfriend say now? What would she think seeing her little queer boyfriend getting bred,” Marc snarled.

“Bi,” Scott moaned. “What?” Marc asked, slowing his assault.

“I’m Bi, I do both,” Scott corrected him.

Marc stopped. He raised up pulling his cock from Scott’s ass. “What the fuck did you say? Both?” Marc grimaced, he stared into Scott’s eyes. “I don’t share with pussy boy. You need to choose. You want my cock or pussy…choose!”

Scott reached down for the cock which had slipped from his ass. “Don’t stop daddy…please,” Scot pleaded. “Then tell me what I want to hear. You want my cock or pussy? You can’t have both boy!” Marc shot back.

Scott’ thought. What did it matter what he said. Okay, he’d make Marc happy. He’d never know what he did later anyway…

It was almost as if Marc was reading his mind, “and I’ll know if you slink back to your girlfriend. I’ll know and no more cock for you…”

“I won’t daddy. Just cock, please give me your cock… fuck me, breed me,” Scott begged.

Marc let his cock slide back into Scott’s gaping hole as the young man groaned. “Ohhh, that feels so fucking good.”

“You a queer boy? You a queer like me?” Marc probed as he slammed his cock in and out of the young man, his thighs slapping hard against Scott’s skin. “Answer me boy!” he kept on.

“Yes.. yes I’m a queer. I’m your queer….fuckkkk. Yes I am daddy,” Scott moaned. His head thrashing back and forth as Marc’s cock went deeper and deeper.

“I’m gonna’ cum boy,” Marc informed him. “You ready? Ready for my load,”

“Yes, please give it to me,” Scott begged as his legs wrapped around Marc’s.

Marc slammed, harder and harder, in and out, and then a massive push as he launched his seed deep into Scott’s inner most bowels. Filling him, pushing, as he slowly, ever so slowly came to rest in an exhausted heap on top of the young man.

Marc raised up and kissed Scott, the young man accepting his tongue which slowly, softly probed his mouth.

“That was so fucking good,” Scott managed to say as Marc slid off and then beside him. “I didn’t know if could be like this..” he trailed off.

“It can be better,” Marc shot back, letting his arm come to rest over his forehead.

“We’re just getting started….”

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Chapter 5 – The Final Chapter!

***Nick’s Point of View***

I can’t believe Justin and I are coming up on our first year of dating. It truly feels like yesterday we were just becoming friends.

We spend almost every day together, he stays at my place basically every weekend. I am ready to live with him full time, I just don’t want to make him rush into anything. I also know how big of a deal it was for him to buy his own apartment, and I don’t want him to give that up, unless he really wants to. I think it’d actually be a good financial decision for him to rent it out.

I told him I’d take care of our anniversary dinner. A romantic evening in. It may be a Thursday, but we’re gonna pretend like it’s the weekend. Yeah we have work tomorrow, but nothing that’s major.

I already sent flowers to his apartment this morning, and more at his office, and I also bought a bouquet for him to be in my place.

After work, we came home together. “I’m banishing you to the bedroom, you can take a relaxing bath while I get dinner ready for us.”

He gave me his big puppy dog eyes. “Why don’t you join me in the bath? I think dinner is overrated.” He pulled on my arm, trying to move me towards the stairs.

“Dinner is not overrated, it gives us the energy to do the after dinner activities I know you like so much.” I said with a giggle. “How about you just sit in the kitchen and chill with me, we’ll take a bath together after dinner?” He grinned in agreement.

Walking to the kitchen, he noticed the third bouquet of matching flowers I’ve gotten for him. “Nick…” damn, I love hearing him say my name. “Thank you for all the flowers.”

“I love you.” I reminded him, not that he’s forgotten.

“I love you, too. Now, let me help!” He begged as I started getting the ingredients out.

“Alright alright, why don’t you peel the potatoes? And then you can cut up some parsley.”

“Yes, chef.”

After about a half an hour, our meal is ready. Thankfully, I laid the dining room table last night with the fanciest stuff I have so all I have to do is light the candles and bring in our plates.

The table, over 30 feet long, means there’s plenty of space for us to spread out. I instead made sure to cuddle us up on one end. If I had my way I’d have him sit on my lap, but I figured some personal space (for now) would be appreciated.

After dinner, I cleared while Justin ran upstairs to draw our bath. I excitedly ascended the stairs, eager to get to my boy. Upon the second floor landing, I found the most peculiar thing.

A small, hand-sized Nerf gun, a bag with a bunch of styrofoam bullets, and a note in Justin’s neat handwriting that reads:

I figured a hot bath is only truly enjoyable after a workout. First floor only. First to get hit 3 times loses. Winner gets a massage in the tub.

God, I love this man. I grabbed the bag, loaded the toy gun, and carefully made my way back down the staircase. I think he’d be kind enough to let me get down the stairs, but I can’t trust him in this war.

I decided he’s probably on the opposite side of the apartment, as not to risk me seeing him coming from the kitchen.

I carefully peek in the living room, nothing. Gun at the ready, I maneuver in, slowly walking to make as little sound as possible. Reaching the other end of the living room, I see a bullet fly right by me. “Shit.” I call out instinctively while retreating. “That was a close one, babe. But missed me.” I call out. I move to the opposite wall to gain a better perspective. Justin comes flying out and hits me square in the stomach, then runs back out.

I follow him, knowing I have a short time frame before he reloads, giving me the upper hand. By the time I reach the doorway, he’s already turning out of the next room back towards the foyer.

I move forward, heading towards the family room. From there I maneuver around the kitchen islands, bending my knees to hide behind them, waiting for him to make his way to me.

Sure enough, a minute later, I hear footsteps near the butlers pantry. While grabbing another bullet to replace the one currently in the gun after I shoot, I peak around the corner of the island. Perfect. Right where I want him. I hold out my gun and shoot, hitting him right in the leg. “HA!” I laugh, refilling my gun.

I hear him move to the other island, so I crawl around mine, then make a break for the dining room.

I decide to hide under the table, the dark wood of the table and chairs should hide me well. I sit and wait, and wait. Dang, this boy is probably doing the same thing, waiting me out. Fuck it, I slide my way back out from under the table. I feel the slightest pain in my back, I’m getting too old for this shit, I laugh.

Looking up, I see Justin grinning at me, his gun pointed right at me. And that’s two for me. Even so, he isn’t fast enough to avoid my shot, getting him right in the butt as he makes an exit towards the study.

“That’s two-two, now, baby.” I call out as calmly yet condescendingly as I osmaniye escort can. Gotta try to scare him a little.

I feel a surge of energy, ready to get him one last time then get that massage. Adding a new bullet to the gun, I follow him into the study, stopping at the doorway and looking left, then right. Which way did he go?

Just then, I hear the sound of a piano. The cheeky bastard is brazen enough to play the piano. But what is this song? It’s beautiful, but really sad. Justin knows how much I love sad music. It must be a trap, possibly a recording.

I make my way to the living room doorway, carefully making sure he’s not about to ambush me. He’s sitting there, all his focus on the keys as he perfectly plays. I notice the sparkle around his neck. It’s the necklace, he just put it on. What the heck, how’s he do all this in under a minute?

“What are you playing?” I ask, moving to the piano.

“I wrote it. For you.” He looks up into my eyes, sending chills down my entire body.

“What?” I mutter, looking back down at his fingers.

“I know how much you love sad music, so I wrote you a sad song.” I watch and listen as he plays through the song. When he finishes, he moves his hands to his lap. “Do you like it?” I see the nervousness in his eyes.

My eyes remain locked on his, I’m completely stunned by him and his kind gesture. I take my Nerf gun and point it at my own chest, pulling the trigger. “Oh, Justin.” I move to sit next to him. “I absolutely love it. I can’t believe you wrote me a song.” I say so softly I’m not sure it even came out at all.

“I was gonna use it to trick you in here, then finish you off. But it seems you did that for me, so thanks.” I watched his lips curl, and listen to the sweet sound of his giggle.

“Master manipulator.” I kissed his temple. “Thank you for that song. I hope you realize I’m gonna make you play it for me 24/7.”

“I’ll take it back!” He exclaimed, his eyes have a playful panic in them.

“Speaking of 24/7…” I started. “I’ve been thinking, hoping… well I know how much your apartment means to you, but what are your thoughts on moving in together?” I ask, grabbing hold of his right hand.

“From a financial point of view, it’s a good market to rent right now, so it’d be a good move for me to rent my apartment… if you’re not mad that I keep it?”

“I know how much it means to you, how hard you’ve worked for it, I wouldn’t dare ask you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“I kinda already knew that, but it’s nice to hear.” He smiled.

“So, a good financial decision, indeed…” I mumble.

“That’s only the bonus, the really big factor being how madly in love I am with you, and how dearly I’d love to live with you. And play this song for you 24/7.”

I feel a light spread throughout my entire body. I pull him in for a long, deep kiss, wrapping my arms around his body and holding him tight.

“Thank you for your beautiful gift.” I say.

“Thank you for yours.” He leans into me.

“Oh, well, I mean, that’s more of a mutual gift, let me grab your actual gift.” I kiss his forehead. “Follow me.” I take his hand and lead him to the study.

“Nick… I don’t need anything else. You spoil me too much.”

“It’s my favorite thing to do.” I remind him. “I don’t do it enough.” I sit on the corner of my desk, pulling out the box from the top drawer.

I watch his face as he opens it. A brief look of confusion is followed by an adorable look of happiness. “You saved these?” He’s referring to our park tickets from our first date in Disney World. I framed them, along with a photo of us in front of the castle.

“I was so nervous that day.” He giggled.

“You were?” I ask. “I had no idea. Probably because I was internally freaking out, worried you’d hate me.”

He moved in, pressing his body against mine. “I hated you when I first started working for you.” He responds. “By the first date, I was falling hard. I was so nervous about you not liking me.”

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him even closer. “Good thing we hit it off, now I get to sleep next to you every single night.” I say, cherishing the idea of living with him.

“Should we go take that bath now?”

“Please, lead the way.”

I watched his cute butt sway back and forth as he climbed the stairs, holding back the urge to face-plant right into it.

In the bathroom, he gets the water going. “I think I’ll leave this on, if that’s alright with you?” He asks me, his fingers tracing the line of the necklace.

“It most definitely is.” I kiss him. I quickly search for the bubble stuff, pouring some in the tub.

As the water fills, we undress ourselves. I watch as he undoes the buttons of his shirt, revealing the soft, perfect skin of his abs and chest. I quickly undo my shirt, then my pants and underwear until I’m completely naked.

My heart nearly skips out of my chest when he turns around to pull his underwear down, tantalizingly lowering osmaniye escort bayan them at a speed that would make an old lady crossing the street look fast.

Now out of his clothes too, I admire the marvelous curve of his body, my eyes moving down the side of his back and over the smooth curve of his hip and ass. The side of his glutes, I can’t.

I hold my hand out to help him step in, then get in behind him

“How about I start that massage with your shoulders?” My hands gently but firmly knead his shoulders.

“Mmm, it feels good to win.” I hear his smile in those words.

“In all honesty, I think I would’ve won either way. Getting to touch you, now that’s a real prize, probably better than the massage itself.” I kiss the nape of his neck, a soft moan escaping his throat.

“In that case, please keep your hands on me. All of me.” He leaned back into my chest, and I do as he asked. My hands roam over his chest, moving down his stomach. They circle back at his hips, coming back up the sides of his torso. Meanwhile, my nose remains right by his hair, loving the smell of him.

“You smell absolutely intoxicating.” I whisper in his left ear, then plant a kiss right behind his earlobe, knowing how much he likes that.

My hands find their way over his hips, rolling along his thighs, just barely avoiding his penis and ball sac. His hands grip my thighs, on either side of him.

My hands go as far down his legs as possible, then return back up to his mid-torso. I think my massage efforts have failed, my arms deciding to just wrap themselves around him and hold him tight. My legs do the same to his legs, trapping his entire body in mine.

“Happy anniversary, Justin.” I kiss his jaw.

“Happy anniversary, Nick.” He squeezed my thighs three times. “I’m so comfortable like this. I feel so warm and safe.” His head rolled to rest on my right bicep.

His adorableness sends happiness through my entire nervous system, I know I’m smiling like an idiot right now.

“You have no idea how happy that makes me feel, baby.” I gushed. “You have no idea how happy you make me.” I nuzzled my face in his neck, wanting to be as physically close to him as possible.

We stayed in the tub for a while, not wanting to let go of each other. My hands occasionally ran along his silky smooth body, obsessed with the warmth of his skin.

The water no longer hot, I figure it’s best to get out. “How about we retreat to the bedroom now?”

“Whatever shall we do in the bedroom?”

“I think that big brain of yours has a good idea…”

I watch the water drop off his delightfully smooth skin, my eyes scanning down his back, halting when they reach his butt. I follow him out of the tub, grabbing our towels. I playfully toss his towel over his face and rub his head. The sound of his giggles bounced off the hard surfaces of the room, filling my heart.

“Your turn.” He said, taking my towel and drying me off, well, partially drying me.

“Come.” I whisper, taking hold of his hand and leading him to the bedroom. Reaching the bed, I sit on the edge, pulling him between my legs. I briefly kiss the middle of his stomach, then release his towel, letting it fall to the ground. I pull at his thighs so he sits on, and straddles, my lap.

He pressed his forehead to mine, our breathing getting heavier. “Put your hands on me, Nick.” He begs. “Please.”

I can’t say no to that offer. I grin, pulling his head down to kiss his lips. I hold his ass firmly in my hands, standing up and walking to the foot of the bed. I lower him carefully onto the bed, moving him to the center so he can rest his head on a pillow. I climb on top of him, covering his body with mine.

“One year of you being mine. And me being yours.” I grin, watching his stunning, alluring eyes catch the light above the bed. “Goddamn, I am completely enamored with you.” My fingers intertwine with his, bringing both of his hands above his head. My lips are drawn to his, swiping his lower lip before locking onto him.

I feel his deep breath under my chest. A moan escapes my throat, unable to hold back my feelings for him. My entire body pushes into his, my hardening cock rubbing against his.

“My hands are gonna have too much fun with you…” I grin.

“Who says it’s for their pleasure?” He furrowed his eyebrows.

“Touché.” My hands leave his, sliding down his wrists, along the hairless underside of his arms until reaching his shoulders. I press my mouth right at the base of his neck, beginning a downward route with both hands and my lips.

Each hand finds and teases his nipples, my tongue focused on sliding up and down, back and forth over his chest. “Ah, that feels so good.” He breathed.

I use the tip of my tongue to lick down his sternum, moving to his abs. My hands remain on his nipples, growing harder by the second. Just like something else of his lower down.

“Am I making you hard, baby?” I grinned.

“Yes.” He said heavily.

“Tell escort osmaniye me what you want me to do? These hands are already working on you, what should my mouth do?”

“Kiss me.”

I kiss his stomach. “Here?” I ask tauntingly. I kiss lower, right above his bush. “How about here?” My arms easily hold down his writhing body.

“Keep going, please, Nick.”

I kiss the skin under his bush, taking longer to enjoy the smell of him. His cock twitches. “I think I know where to go next.” I say cheekily.

I start with a kiss at the base of his cock, trailing kisses down the top of his shaft until reaching the head. I part my lips, taking his cock between them. I slide down to the base of his cock, my nose back in his pubes. Meanwhile, my hands decide to move away from his nipples and down the sides of his torso. My lips leave his cock, wanting a few more kisses near his hips. How does this man have such smooth skin?!!! It’s so intoxicating.

I close my eyes and savor the moment while running kisses across his waistline, going from one hip to the other. “Please, Nick, it feels so good.” Though not exactly clear with what he means, I understand what he wants. I return to his cock, savoring the feeling of him in my mouth.

I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, continuing the movement around his shaft as I move down. My hands move down the length of his thighs, feeling every inch of his body as I worship his cock. After a few minutes, I decide to give my mouth a quick break, sneaking down to lick his balls.

I hear Justin moan, good. I wrap my fist around his shaft, sliding up and down on him while sucking on his balls. After properly appreciating them, I return to his cock, eager to make him climax.

I kiss the side of his shaft, making my way back up to the tip. Sliding back over his head, I increase the pressure of my mouth.

“You’re gonna make me cum, Nick!” He breathes heavily.

“Good.” I say quickly before taking him back in me, feeling the tip of his cock at the back of my throat. I twist my head to the right, then to the left, gliding back up over his pulsating member.

“Yes! Yes!” He moans deeply. I pause to keep the tip of his cock right on my tongue, looking up to admire his hot ‘orgasm face’ which never disappoints, especially when it’s joined and complimented by his loud moans. His cock erupts, shooting hot shot after shot of his thick, delicious cum. It makes me insanely happy that I’m able to make him do this. It never gets old. Plus, I love tasting him.

I move my way back up him, his skin seducing my lips, making me sporadically leave kisses. My lips approaching his, I let my arms give out so I could rest my whole body on his.

“Tell me, what else would you like me to do?”

“Keep using that tongue, for starters.” He breathed.

“Like this?” I playfully lick the side of his face. We both laugh. I move to glide my tongue across his earlobe. “How’s this?” I ask, already knowing how much he likes that one. “It’s been a year of getting to know every inch of you, inside and out, but what is there I can do that I have yet to do, what can I give you?”

“Besides every perfect thing you already do…” his fingers roam through my hair as he ponders. “I’m not sure we’ve properly enjoyed every room in this house like we have this one…” I see the light go off in his eyes.

“What?” I excitedly ask, anticipating his next few words.

“Take me to the library, please. ‘Bridgerton’ me in there.” He requests, making me laugh at his reference.

Easy enough. I scoop him up in my arms, his chest pressed against mine. My hands are firmly holding his ass while he clings to my neck, I walk us to the library. In the room, I let him down on his feet, waiting to see what he says next.

“Would you mind getting me that burgundy leather-bound book on that shelf.” He points to a top shelf of the first floor section.

I jokingly bow. “As you wish.” I’m eager to see what he plans to do with this book. I pull the ladder out and to where needed to access the book, stepping up onto it.

Halfway up, he announces. “Never mind.” Confused, I look down to where he is now standing, in the space between the wall and the ladder. “Don’t worry about the book, I have what I need at my level now.” He grins up at me. I realize my semi-aroused cock is perfectly between two of the ladder steps, and perfectly at the level of his face.

“Why didn’t you just simply tell me to get on the ladder?” I laugh.

“Because that would’ve been too simple.” He tugs on my cock, making it twitch. “But now I have a perfect set up, and you must be very good on this ladder so as not to fall off.” His wet, warm mouth covers the head of my cock. I close my eyes and take in the sensation.

“Will you catch me if I fall?” I ask playfully.

He pops my cock out of his mouth. “Nope.” He teases bluntly. “You’ll live, it’s not that far off the floor.” He takes more of my shaft in his mouth this time.

Working to control my breath, I mutter, “Love you, too, babe.” I feel him laugh over my cock, fuck that’s lovely.

Holding the sides, I lean into the ladder, leaning into the safe, warm embrace of his mouth.

It’s now been at least ten minutes of his sensual mouth over my cock, and the sweat on my body is making it harder to grip the ladder.

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We went on holiday together

The Day Two Twink’s Came To Town

and what a time we had.

I was sitting at a pool complex on holiday with the sun beating down my online look alike who I had never met in person before, only online walked over to me.

We were both engineering students at twined Universities in Glasgow and Gdansk, part of the twinning process each student filled in a questionnaire about themselves which was processed by a computer for compatibility arriving at a buddy system. I was buddied up with Eric Valensky.

Not only did we study the same propulsion engineering subjects, we were look alkies at five feet six inches, black hair and fair skinned, an unusual combination with thin body frames weighing in at less than 120 lbs each. Initially we chatted together on the Universities open chat lines and Facebook, then more discreetly on Skype and WhatsApp.

We shared our lives intimately with each other as we both though we might be gay, in Poland it is not a good thing to think or to be heard discussing such things. Our video calls became more intimate as our friendship grew. As fate would have it both our parents, who had never met, were going on holiday to Barcelona at the same time, with a little bit of coaching we had them select the same hotel where we had agreed to meet in person for the first time.

For the holiday we bought identical swimwear, white speedos with a rainbow badged hip pocket which we would wear when we first met. As we met we physically hugged each other intimately, but contained ourselves, definitely not the same as viewing each other across a computer screen. We had been sitting chatting for about a half an hour when Eric suggested we go for a walk to the nearby gay naturalist beach which we had both explored on the internet.

We walked along the promenade with only swimwear, trainers and fake Ray Ban shades on until we came to a sign indicating more by picture we were about to enter the gay naturalist beach area. Walking along the promenade we could see same sex couples in front of us embracing each other or walking holding hands. This really challenged us and turned us both on particularly Eric who had never witnessed this in public before. I could feel my anatomy start to respond to it Eric then knocked my constraint for six when he reached down and held my hand, leaned over and kissed me in front of everyone, not that anyone was looking at us.

We both realised that our anatomies might be overstating our intentions in public and discreetly moved down onto the less crowded beach, as we walked along the warm sand I put my hand round Eric’s back sliding my fingers down into the back of his speedos. He returned the compliment, by now our bulges were noticeable no matter how discreetly we tried.

As we passed some igloo tents a local beach trader invited us to rent one of his love huts as he called them for €20 for 30 minutes, but as a new customer we could have it for €15 for an hour. Eric looked at me I nodded in agreement, each paying our share using our phones, the trader also handed us two sealed boxes containing condoms, wipes and oils.

We went inside although bright due to the transparent top of the dome the heat and humidity was oppressive. Both of us unsure we actually wanted to do this, Eric made the first move by slipping off his speedos, I froze until he reached over and slipped my speedos down. We both stood naked facing each other with our now very hard erections touching waiting for each other to make the next move. I did as I sat down on what was no more than an air mattress on the sand, Eric joined me kneeling over my legs.

It was my first time that someone else had held my erection in their hand, as he started to stroke I became so excited that I started to squirt almost immediately, that didn’t deter him he continued to bring me on until I had to let go over both of us. Eric then lay alongside me inviting me to bring him on too, he was as excited as I had been but managed to last longer before unloading over both of us. This was both our first time and felt we had crossed the unknown fantasy to reality.

Afterwards we lay together recharging caressing each other in foreplay that we had watched how to do on Utube, it was then we opened the first box. Eric pulled on a condom as I lay face down kneeling he applied oil, fear being quickly dispelled by erotic experience. Then, I felt him press against me, it wasn’t working like it did on the Utube videos, suddenly it felt like velcro parting then a wonderful infilling experience as we coupled.

Each time he undulated I could feel anticipation and an uncontrollable erotic excitement build it was then I started to back push as he pressed home, it didn’t take long before we learned to work in harmony. Suddenly Eric’s rhythm was replaced by stuttering lunges as a prelude to unloading, I felt it build then drain out, our parting was slow and prolonged.

Separated we lay together heat, humidity and our exertion having muş escort taken its toll, my excitement was overwhelming, it was my turn. Eric fitted a condom on me, by now I was on such a high I was about to explode, Eric readied himself then I applied the oil, neither of us had read the instructions as it was in Spanish.

This is where things became undone, my hands firmly on his hips I pressed like Eric had but anticipating resistance, the entheaustic oiling still on my hands caused me to slip and lunged heavily forward fully engaging in one lunge coming abruptly to a stop as Eric expelled in Polish something I didn’t understand but understood its meaning. I sort of draped over him, my oily hands not helping, I retreated by flopping off sort of sideways.

After we had gathered our composure wiping the oil off my hands I tried again but gently and a lot less entheausticly. It worked, I felt us engage softly and slowly then I started to undulate, Eric soon took up a harmonising motion. We could now feel each other start to get excited out breathing’s became deeper and prolonged, I could hear Eric moan until I lost it in my enthusiasm and climaxed. Both of us kneeling like an intertwined frozen statue in ecstasy with sweat dripping off us, eventually we separated and lay side by side looking into each other’s eyes with an erotic satisfaction.

An anonymous timer dinged we had ten minutes to prepare ourselves to leave, we used all the cleanup wipes from the second box taking the remaining condoms and oil packets with us.

As we left were met by two taller and a bit older than us long haired platinum blond Germans from the adjacent hut who introduced themselves saying.

“You sounded as though both of you were enjoying yourselves.”

Eric excitedly replied “Yes we did.”

We explained we were students on holiday, they said they were on a working exchange holiday but normally worked as dancers and entertainers in a night club in Bremerhaven, Eric asked innocently what does that entail?

“Dancing for and having sex with the Club’s clients.”

I think both of our silent opened mouths asked a question without actually speaking.

Steph the taller of the two said “we dance for them, fuck each other or they fuck us or we fuck them, whatever they want. You should try it it’s a great job and the money is good. We were trying out a new routine for tonight in the hut next to you. You should have joined us as you both sounded as you were athletically fucking each other.”

It was then that we both lost our nerve in the face of experience as Eric said.

“No that was our first time.”

Aral smiled as he said.

“Had we known that we would have invited you to join us let us take photographs together so we can remember today and each other.”

By now we had walked away from the huts into the naturalist area which was reasonably busy with naked bodies sunning themselves or playing ball games.

We took turns photographing each other with our phones in our swimwear, Steph was particularly taken by their rainbow badged pocket which became a focal point of some of his photographs. Aral suggested we become naturalists too and photograph each other. As both Eric’s and my family were holiday naturalists were both comfortable doing this.

Aral and Steph switched their camera’s to video and took it in turn to have us dance with them on the beach, they were very good dancers, other naturalist onlookers joined in. Someone produced a ghetto blaster and we all had music to dance too as Steph and Aral photographed us all dancing. Eric and I had already confessed that our mothers had sent us to dance classes before we went to University and had already danced naked with each other over Skype.

We discreetly left the impromptu beach dance party, dressing before leaving the naturalist beach and returning to the promenade. As we parted Aral produced complimentary tickets to a Molly-Club which was part of our hotel complex that they were going to that night, inviting us to join them. We agreed to meet them at nine after having a family meal.

When we arrived back at our hotel there was no sign of any of our families. Eric produced the left over condoms and oil suggesting we went to my room as I was the only one with a room of their own. Eric was sharing with his parents, my sister and her girl friend had their room but had to share a bed but seemed ok about it. My parents had their own room and I had a complimentary but very small single room with a single bed tucked away in a corner on the top floor.

We went to my room although it was a single bed between two it was much better than the beach hut that we had already shared and the room was air conditioned. It didn’t take us long to finish off the condoms and oil, our confidence building together allowed us to enjoy our repeated bedded assignations. Then we shared a shower in a very tight cubical which was actually quite a lot of fun too. We agreed to meet after our respective family meals.

My family escort muş and my sister’s friend were sitting at our table as Eric walked in with his family whom he brought over to introduce them to me. By now we had shared with our respective families that we were internet friends, so no real explaining to do, mothers being mothers agreed that we should all have our meal together which we did.

My sister and her friend made their excuses, they had found on their afternoon shopping trip an all-night disco off La Ramblas to go to, and Eric and I said we had found an all-night night club to go to. Both our parents agreed to go into town together and sample the adult nightlife. Our grand plan worked we were both together and free of our families.

We had already scouted out where the Molly-Club was, all we knew about it was from the internet, it was an old Edwardian name for a sex club where everyone dressed up in sexy dresses. Both of us had wanted to try cross dressing and Aral had assured us the Club would provide the clothes, including makeup. Tonight was a Japanese themed night we had to dress in Japanese attire the club selecting who wears what. How could we refuse such an invitation we were excited about what it would entail and it was free.

We were met at the door by Aral and Steph who showed us into the dressing area, the clubbers didn’t actually arrive until nearer midnight but this would allow us time to see the club and get into character for the night. They showed us the club stage area where they would perform, asking us would we like to join them, we said, no another time. We were then shown the private themed rooms and the rest of the club facilities which was impressive.

Over rather strong Dutch rope coffee, Aral and Steph’s boss explained what would happen, dressers would get us ready including makeup, we would be two Japanese Sukiyaki Girls in uniform. Initially would parade on a stage and as he had seen our dancing on Aral’s video of the beach, he suggested we could dance if we liked and he would give the commentary.

Selective clubbers would bid for our company in five hourly slots which we would be paid a minimum of €50/hour, anything over a bonus. Clients would talk to us in Japanese using hand gestures we would only speak in English, that’s what they want. Anything else you may agree to do with a client and it’s up to you is between you and your client, we deal with any payment issues. You can expect tonight a minimum of €250, depending on what you agree to this could more than double.

He left us to think about it, we had €150 each spending money for a week’s holiday and a student loan to repay, all we would be doing is what we did this afternoon. So we said yes to his offer.

Raul a Spanish student was to be our dresser. Initially we were given a full body waxing then sprayed with a sparkle oil and a jet black wig fitted, I had to wear a loose fitting blue top, white flared skirt with blue piping, matching love heart underwear and dance pumps. Eric was dressed the same except his outfit was red. Printed on my top was my name Jin and Eric’s Kata; we were now in character.

Steph and Aral coached us in a stage dance which we took too quickly, maybe our dance classes were not wasted after all, others prepared photographs that were taken at the beach or we had our phones to be projected on the walls behind us as we danced.

The moment arrived there were four other’s being auditioned I was first on, the music started I couldn’t see who or how many bidders they were due to the lighting. It was a very girly dance from a stage play that I had been in complete with streamers.

My photographs were projected on the walls, naked from the beach to dressed as a Sukiyaki with a black shadow profile of my dancing displayed, what I understood from the commentary was my name was Jin and I was a virgin looking for my first time experience from a Master, the rest was in Japanese, I think. Eric, rather Kata, was on next.

The clubbers bid for our company on their Ipad’s we had no idea how the bidding went, it took just under 30 minutes to do all six stage auditions. The Entertainment Manager then announced who had won the bidding, I as Jin had one person for all four hours and Eric as Kata had two for his four hours.

Raul introduced me to my Master for the night he was very well presented wearing a silk white Kimono with gold trim. His name was Haru, Aral had schooled me how to approach, not to make eye contact but head bowed looking down at his feet, a Japanese way of submitting to their superiority over you. He bowed polity and spoke my name Jin, the rest was in Japanese that I couldn’t understand, guiding me by hand gestures to a low floor level table.

We kneeled at the table drinking an Indonesian herbal green tea in tiny cups, I later found out it was a potent aphrodisiac it didn’t take long before we were both hard and on a high from it.

Haru led me into his private cabin complete with Japanese markings, on the floor was a low muş escort bayan lying Japanese Bukkake mattress. As we stood facing each other he removed my top gently sliding it over my head and carefully laying it over a clothes bar then reached round my waist to undo my short skirt which I stepped out off. My micro G-string had easy release tie bows which he gently undid my now hot and pulsating erection was freed.

I undid his kimono tie rap and slid it off his shoulders his pulsating erection was now freed too. He moved to me where our erections intimately touched and rubbed I could feel an uncontrollable rush pass between us. I stepped backwards onto the mattress and lay on it which was contoured appropriately. I then moved my knees up and legs apart as way of an invitation.

He leaned over and slowly started to caress me in preparation of our now impending sexual engagement until we were both fully aroused as to the prospects of what lay ahead of us. As he touched, it felt so erotic that I was pulsating, his slow entry was heavenly no rush a gentle ever so fulfilling feeling, ecstasy started to build as he touched my P-spot, I twitched in excitement and felt my pre-cum start to drip almost immediately. I was ecstatic as he undulated ever so slowly, my head started to roll my body twitched as I moaned.

His movement became more committed and exhilarating each time he touching me which gave me such a rush of adrenalin or something. I tried to hold him back his rhythm was building and I could feel his excitement build too. His rhythms quicken and started to convulse as he began to climax, I was also convulsing at an increasing rate. Haru’s rhythm broke as he convulsed and stopped. I could feel his flow press inside me then a fantastic feeling as it eased out. We parted and lay there side by side on our backs, both exhausted.

We lay there for what seemed a long time before we recovered, Haru then confessed why he chose me, I was untainted innocence, looking for a lifetime of experience to be imparted a challenged which could not refuse. He also wanted to face his own challenge of still being able to climax three times in each hour we were together tonight. Haru then said can you sit on me the American cowboy way. I straddled over him slowly lowering as I engaged on him like I had seen on Utube, he held me steady as we engaged.

I started to undulate slowly at first then built my rhythm, I felt him start to respond, quicker than I had anticipated. I was getting a rush with each stroke as Haru reached up to me, again it was gentle and exhilarating intermittently touching my P-spot, I could see from Haru’s facial expression’s he was enjoying it too.

His eyes were now closed head slightly canted as he rolled it from side to side. Suddenly without warning he let go, I wasn’t prepared it was a solitary moment of ectasia. We both sat there frozen in time like a white marble statue, neither moving nor responding. Haru broke our mutual moment of extreme ecstasy by removing his grip allowing us to separate and lay back side by side. As we lay there Haru thanked me for this moment of enjoyment. That night was one of continued ecstasy Haru achieved his goal of sexual prowess, my first once in a lifetime adventure.

As we lay their in silence Haru said we’d better get washed. The shower was warm with a slow copious gentle flow of water, Haru first washed me then I him. I later found out that this was a sign of high respect for someone of the Samurai class to wash you. Haru dressed in his Kimono and I in my Sukiyaki Girls apparel returning to where it all began five hours ago.

After dressing the Entertainment Manager said to us all that our client’s that night were very happy with us and that we had earned €850 each, if we came round tomorrow after twelve we could collect our money. On the way back to the hotel we discussed what we did, Eric’s two clients wanted a threesome on a large waterbed that developed a leak but they all continued in the slowly deflating wet water bed. Apparently it was meant to do that.

By the time we arrived back at our hotel breakfast was being served, although we were tired after an enlightening day and night we decided to have breakfast. My sister and her friend were already at our table with two new girlfriends they had met at the all night disco. We said nothing and they said nothing about last night.

After both our parents arrived we went up to my room and slept until my alarm went off just before twelve. By now the sun was gone replaced by torrential oppressive and humid Spanish rain, no rain clothes so we dressed in swim shorts putting our tops in a plastic bag. By the time we arrived at the Club we were soaked through and dripping on the floor, Raul was on desk duty enjoying our predicament he led us to the changing room and found us dry Club wraps to wear.

The Entertainment Manager sorted our payment, no problems. As we left his office Steph and Aral asked if we would like to see them rehearse on stage for their late afternoon show in the private party room. Let’s say they went the full way, my first time seeing a live sex show and boy o’ boy both Eric and I were turned on by it. Eric in his adrenalin fueled excitement said to Aral we sometimes did an erotic fan dance together across Skype, Aral kicked in saying show us.

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***Hey all,

This chapter contains BDSM in the form of wasted/ruined orgasms, and an introduction for Cody in nipple torture and corner time.

As always, let me know what you think, and I hope you enjoy.

Penny***

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Lee and I didn’t get a chance to talk on Monday or Tuesday night, which bummed me out a bunch, but we did text quite a bit. Nothing serious, just random odds and ends that make me feel infinitely closer to him with each tiny glimpse into his mind.

Still, I miss him a ton. I hate that we can’t see each other Sunday through Tuesday. The thought makes me feel selfish, Lee took off all of Sunday to spend with me, but even a day apart from him feels like too much now.

Wednesday feels like it’s a million years long, even though I’m not doing anything particularly hard or stressful. Maybe that’s made it worse, that I’m not being challenged enough, so instead I dwell on things I said to Lee that were stupid, or about Jace and how mad I am at him for trying to fuck this up for me.

After about seventy or so hours lunch comes around, and I’m already exhausted from mental pacing and checking the time every five minutes. I grab my gas station protein bar, a blue can of randomly selected energy drink, and Hostess cupcakes, the orange ones because they are amazing and I don’t care who says they aren’t, out of the car, and decide that it’s too freaking hot to sit in a metal box to eat.

I’m looking around for a good place when Donnie catches my eye, then waves me over. She’s found the only sort of healthy looking tree on the whole site, and she’s set up camp, so to speak.

“Hey, Cody,” she calls to me when I’m within speaking and not shouting range.

“Hey, Donnie,” I reply, then go to sit down on the curb keeping the tree’s roots out of the street. I hesitate, then notice Jon no H on the other side of her and go rigid. “Oh, um. I forgot something. In the car.” Real smooth.

Donnie sighs. “Come on, Cody, this’s the only tree in the entire joint.”

“I can see that,” I say, trying not to be snippy. I’m so anxious today that I can feel it all the way up to the roots of my hair, and she doesn’t deserve my attitude, but seriously why the fuck is Jon no H there. He looks up at me and smiles the most smug smile in his arsenal of assholery. I’m sizzling with just a look from him. I’ve never hated someone so much so quickly. “I’ll just, ah…”

I turn and walk away, pissy and hot, and already not wanting to eat lunch in my car, but I will not sit next to Smiley McSmuggerface. I just can’t do it, not today when the thought of seeing Lee after work is making me anxious-excited, which, when combined with the heat, and since I’m messed up in all the wrong ways, makes me pissy.

“Cody!” Donnie calls after me. I pretend I don’t hear her and trot back to my car. It’s hot, even with the windows down, and I can’t deal, so I turn it on and crank up the AC.

I eat, and check my phone almost neurotically for a message from Lee. I finally get one about five minutes before I’m due back on the clock. ‘You on your lunch break?’

I reply, my fingers flying so fast I don’t get the spelling right. ‘Yup. cqn I call?’ I hate it and want to correct it, but before I can my phone rings.

“Hey Cody,” he says, his voice a soothing balm to my soul. “How’re ya now?”

“Hi Lee. You just get off work?”

“A bit ago. How’s work?”

“Fucking sucks, but whatever,” I say, unable to be anything less than honest with him.

I can almost hear the frown in his voice. “Bad day?”

“Nah, just hot out, and there’s this annoying little intern still buzzing around enough to irritate me.”

“Did you have to work with him today?”

I shake my head. “Nah. Hey, I hate to do this, but I only have, like, three minutes before I need to be back.”

“Oh. Sorry. You coulda-“

“I know, but I wanted to hear your voice more.”

“Oh.” He chuckles and it sounds nervous, but I obviously can’t see his face, so I don’t know for sure. “Yeah. Me too. Um. So, tonight, are we still-“

“Yes, please. Yes,” I cut him off, I know it’s rude, but I can’t stop myself.

He chuckles again and it sounds less nervous, but maybe I’m just hearing what I want to hear. “Good. Good. You think you’ll be off on time?”

“Prolly,” I say, knowing that unless something stupid happens, I’m gonna hustle to get today’s, and tomorrow’s work done as quickly as possible. I think about asking for a personal day either tomorrow or Friday, but I also don’t know what Lee’s schedule is like, so I dismiss it to the back of my mind.

“I can order in and we can, um. Do you wanna come to my place?”

“Yeah, sure. Am I, um. Should I stop and pick up clothes for tomorrow?” I don’t know how else to ask him if I can spend the night tonight without just coming out and saying it. Should I have just said it? I look at the clock and realize that I’m already late getting back to work. “Sorry, sorry, I gotta go. I’ll call you when I get off work.”

“Oh. Yeah. Okay,” niğde escort Lee says. I can’t tell if he’s disappointed or not. “Talk to you then. Bye Cody.”

I hang up before I realize I forgot to say bye back to him and feel like a heel, but I need to get back to work so I can’t fix it now. The fucking cupcakes are sitting in my gut like sugar-coated lead weights, and I deeply regret them now, but know I’ll do the same thing again tomorrow. I’m a creature of habit. Also, all the sugar and sugar substitutes I’ve eaten today probably aren’t good for me either.

I regret it, but like I said, I also know that I’m just gonna do it again.

Donnie trots over to me about an hour after lunch. “Cody…”

“Hey,” I say, still miffed at her.

“Oh, don’t be that way,” she says, squatting down next to me as I work on outlet wiring. “He’s getting better.”

“Don’t care. You know I can’t stand him.”

She harrumps. “You need to get over it.”

I snort, then focus on my work more than necessary. “Sure.”

She sighs. “I just wanted to-“

“You sabotaged me, Donnie. You set me up.”

“It wasn’t like that. I really, I mean, it is the only shady spot on the whole worksite. And, he’s not that bad.”

“Who, Jon no H? He’s literally the worst.”

“He’s gotten a ton better.”

I look at her, hoping my glare holds every feeling I have for the H-absent douchebag. “Only because he wants to bang you.” The look on her face is a bucket of ice, and I realize I’ve gone too far. “Donnie, wait. I didn’t mean-“

She stands up. “You did. You meant it.”

“Because it’s true!” I say, shovelling at double-time to dig myself even deeper.

Her face is red, I’m sure mine is, too. “You’re such a dick sometimes, you know that?”

“Did Jon no H tell you that?”

“I already knew it, dickbag.”

Donnie insulting me hurts a lot. “Why are you so upset over this? Why do you even care what I think about him?” She doesn’t answer me, and now she won’t look at me. “Are you sleeping with him?” Her whole body goes rigid and I suddenly know she is.

For a second I don’t recognize her. I’m trying my hardest not to judge her, but it’s so freaking hard that I do anyway, and hate myself for doing it, and hate her for making me feel this way. “So what if I am?” she growls after a moment of silence.

“I don’t like it.”

“I don’t care if you don’t like it,” she snaps. “You’re not my mother, Cody.”

“Maybe I should be!” I snap back. Fuck, it’s so stupid I wanna disappear, but instead I double down. “Like, then, maybe you wouldn’t be messing around with a nepotastic manchild like him.”

“Nepotastic? What the fuck does that even mean.”

“You know what it means. Daddy’s little man gets a big boy job.”

“Fuck you, Cody. He regrets his first week here, he’s really changed.”

“Sure he has,” I grumble.

“Why are you being like this?” she demands.

Now we’re both hot. I can’t wrap my head around a world where Donnie is sleeping with the biggest manchild on site. Donnie’s one of my only work friends, and now I feel even more isolated.

I suddenly feel like the outcast I probably actually am. I want to complain to someone about this, and I feel even more betrayed because the only person I would’ve complained to about it is standing here in front of me, pissed at me as much as I’m pissed at her.

I don’t even know what to say. Everything I want to say is terrible, so I zip my lips up tight, not prepared to sacrifice the one work friend I have.

She’s still standing there, waiting on me to respond, tapping her foot with her arms crossed over her chest. She’ll wait there all day, I recognize her stance. I hate that it’s being used on me, and I can’t handle the tension anymore, so everything I’m feeling busts its way through all my defenses like an overburdened dam.

“You, he. Like, fuck, Donnie. You know how I feel about him. You know how he was with me. And you wonder why I’m upset? Like, you’re my only, you’re the only person here who gets me, who talks to me more than just the basic work stuff, especially since I was outed. I thought we were the same, like, I don’t understand. I don’t get it. How are you with him? It feels like you’ve turned on me.”

“Do you hear yourself? Who’s the manchild now, Cody?” She squats down again so she’s at my level, then balls her hands up and brings them to her eyes. “Wah, wah, Cody got his toy taken away and he’s sad.”

“It’s not like that and you know it. Did you come here just to pick a fight with me? Cause if you did, I have work to do, so you can kindly go fuck off.” I’ve never spoken to Donnie this way before, and it strikes a nerve. She flinches, then stands up and stomps away.

She stops about five paces from me, keeping her back to me. “Fine. Fuck you, too.” I can hear that she’s holding back tears, but I can’t stop myself.

“Did you think that you’d just have me come over and eat with you guys and it would be fine? Fucking rainbows and niğde escort bayan unicorns? I hate him, Donnie. He’s a fucktard. How was that going to work?”

“Don’t you talk about him like that. He’s not a fucktard.”

“Fuck, Donnie. It’s like I’m in bizzaro land. Step back and look at what you’re doing, and who you’re doing it with. He’s the owner’s son. What are you even doing?!”

“I don’t care that he’s the owner’s son, Cody.”

“You don’t? You should.”

“I like him,” she growls.

“Great, good for you,” I snap.

“Whatever Cody,” she dismisses. She’s crying now, it’s a kick to my already sugar damaged stomach.

“Donnie, wait,” I say, but she’s not coming back, I know it. It doesn’t sit well with me, our fight, her dating the prodigal son, everything.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I check it, longing for a distraction. It’s Lee, and somehow a few words from him blow away my dark clouds, at least temporarily.

‘What do you want for dinner?’

I reply fast. ‘Anything is good.’

I watch the three little dots bounce as he types. ‘Not helpful’

I snort. ‘Well, had a shit lunch, so any real food would be good.’

‘What’d you have for lunch?’

My stomach turns again and I wonder if all the sugar and stress is going to give me diarrhea later. It feels like he’s gonna be mad at me for eating like I’m fourteen. ‘Protein bar, cupcakes and energy drink’

My stomach twists as I watch the balls bounce again, and I know I’m gonna have diarrhea, and probably soon.

‘You need to eat real food.’

He’s disappointed in me, and I don’t know how to answer, my dark clouds are back, and twice as thick. I’ve let him down, I’ve pissed off my only work friend, I’m wondering what other bridges I can burn since I’m on a roll. I don’t think it would bother me this much if I hadn’t just had the fight with Donnie, but here we are.

‘Sorry’ I eventually respond, then shove my phone in my pocket.

I can’t handle it, I pull my phone out almost instantly. ‘I’ll make something healthy’ he responded in the time between my pocket and hand.

‘You don’t hace to’ I reply, another spelling error from hitting send too quickly adding weight to the pile of sugar coated anxiety in my guts. My guts gurgle, and I’m heading towards the portajohn.

‘Yes, I do,’ I see him reply right before locking myself in the hot, septic-scented box. I don’t even care, which I usually do, but right now I’m shitting my brains out, so I don’t care about anything else other than making the pain go away. It’s hot as hell in here, and I’m sweating, but it’s a cold sweat, with goosebumps running up both my arms.

The next half hour is a hell I would like to quickly forget, but I’m finally feeling like I don’t have to run to the toilet again, at least not right away. I find Bill and give him my request slip. I must look like hell, because he doesn’t even question it, just nods, which isn’t like him at all.

I barely make it home, I seriously considered stopping at the McDonalds around the corner from my house, but I make it, then spend the rest of the afternoon in and out of the bathroom. I fall asleep, though I don’t realize it until my phone rings, catching me in a bad part of my sleep cycle.

It’s Lee, and it’s already five, and I’ve fucked everything up today. I consider not answering, so afraid to ruin another thing today, but I want to hear him more. “Hey Lee,” I say, my mouth feeling dry.

I fell asleep on the couch, my neck is all sore. I stretch out and head to the kitchen for some water, I’m dehydrated as hell. “Hey, you okay?”

“Hmm?”

“You stopped responding to my texts, and you didn’t call me after work. I just, I was worried.”

My heart squeezes, I’m disappointed in myself for making him worry. “Oh, I got a bad, um, I had some stomach issues and came home. I musta fell asleep afterwards, just woke up.”

“Did I wake you, I’m sorry,” he says, sounding concerned. “Are you feeling better?”

I take a sip, then realize I’m super thirsty and chug the rest of the glass. “Yeah. It’s been a while, the stomach thing, but it’s probably from my anxiety. I’m used to it, to be honest.”

“You need to eat better,” Lee announces as if he’s found the solution.

“I mean, it’s from stress, and sometimes my meds. I’m fine now.” My stomach gurgles, probably shouldn’t have chugged water on an empty stomach. Hunger pangs hit me next, I feel like I could eat a horse. “Hungry though.”

“You, um. I made dinner. If you wanted to come over. It’s in the crock pot, so it’ll still be warm if you wanted to come by later.”

“I can come by now,” I say.

“You sure? I don’t want you to push yourself if you’re not feeling well.”

“I’m sure.” There’s no way I’m going another day without seeing Lee.

“You, um. Mentioned bringing clothes?”

“I need a shower first,” I declare, suddenly feeling like a disgusting cave troll, covered in grease and grime. “Before I can come over.”

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“Is it okay?” I ask.

“What? Is it okay if you shower?”

“No, I meant if I bring clothes, um. Like, you know, a slumber party?” I try to make it a joke, but it just sounds desperate.

“You’re always welcome in my home, Cody,” Lee declares with so much conviction it moves me.

“Oh. Cool.” Fuck me, would I never learn how to speak properly?

We say our goodbyes and I shower quickly, but pay a lot of attention to my downstairs area, which is still a bit tender from the abuse earlier, but is now super clean, inside and out. My hair is wet but I don’t care, I want to see Lee more than I’m worried about it frizzing out from drying naturally.

My anxiety grows with each mile closer to Lee’s house, and I’m glad I’m already empty, or I’d be locking myself in Lee’s bathroom, which is absolutely unacceptable. Lee answers his door before I’m even done knocking, he must have been waiting for me.

“Hey,” he says, stepping back to let me inside. Just being here calms my frazzled nerves a bit and I sigh in relief. I haven’t even taken my shoes off when Lee’s arms wrap around me from behind and pull me in. I relax more, leaning back into him.

“I needed this,” I say, not quite a whisper, but close. “Fuck, Lee. I missed you.” I turn around in his arms and kiss him on the lips, a quick peck, before breaking out of his arms. I kick my shoes off as fast as I can and throw my overnight bag on his loveseat, then jump into his arms again.

He kisses me gently, his hands on my cheeks. “I missed you, too,” he says, then kisses the tip of my nose. It’s so genuine and adorable that I’m burning up inside, a flashpoint that sets my whole body alight. I suck his bottom lip just as my stomach gurgles loud enough that Lee jumps. He pulls back, then grabs my hand.

“Come on, let’s eat first,” he says, tugging me into the kitchen. It smells wonderful in here, like barbeque, and I’m salivating. “Pulled pork, broccoli bake, and a salad sound good?”

“Yes please,” I say, then Lee feeds me the best meal I’ve had in forever. He eats with me and I realize he waited for me so we could eat together, which just makes my heart melt a bit. After dinner he pulls out two small bowls of mixed fruit from the fridge and puts one in front of me.

“You’re spoiling me,” I say, forking a strawberry. It tastes like sunshine.

“I’m really not.”

I snort. “You totally are. You cook for me, like, a lot.”

“I like cooking for you, Cody,” he says. “If it’s spoiling you, then I wanna spoil you.”

I’m blushing, so I take another bite. Juicy cantaloupe almost melts on my tongue. Lee watches me closely, his own fruit half gone. He takes a bite, but his eyes are locked on me.

“It’s good.”

“Good,” he replies. “Can I pack your lunch tomorrow?”

I bite my bottom lip. I want a lunch packed by Lee so much, but… “I don’t wanna be a burden.”

“I don’t like that you eat so much garbage, Cody.”

It stings because it’s true, which prickles my anger. “Sorry.” I’m suddenly feeling teenage levels of surly. “It’s fine. It’s, like, I’m fine.”

“Do you like eating that stuff?”

“I mean, at the time I do, because who doesn’t like cupcakes.”

“But then you feel like shit afterwards?” I frown, not liking how good he is at reading me. “So, you need to eat better. I want to feed you, Cody. It makes me really happy seeing how much you enjoy my cooking.”

“I don’t wanna put you out,” I reiterate. I hate to be a burden on anyone, even if they offer. I know it’s messed up, my therapist, years ago when I went to therapy right after my last, official break up with Jace, let me know that it’s something I need to work on, but it’s at the bottom of a long, neglected list. I’m feeling shitty now, but mostly because of myself.

“What if, um…” Lee starts, looking away from me for the first time. It looks like he’s trying to work up the courage to say something hard, something I probably need to hear, but won’t take well. It’s scary that he knows me so well so quickly.

“What if when you eat garbage for lunch I punish you for it? Like, Brat and Sir style?”

“That is not what I thought you were gonna say,” I blurt, completely surprised.

“Is it bad?”

“Uh, no. Not bad. Good. I like, um, it’s good.” Again, my mastery of the English language astounds me.

He smiles and I feel like I’ve done something right for the first time today. “Would you, um. I’d like to try time out play, if that sounds like something you’d like to do.”

“Wait, what about if I eat good?” Fuck words. Just fuck them.

He shrugs. “We can figure out a good reward system, too.”

“Oh. Cool. Um, time out play?” I say, my mind finally catching up to the conversation. “Like, um, like a kid?”

“It’s a punishment, right?” Lee says, reaching across the table for my hands. I grab his hands and squeeze. He smiles at me. “Another form of restraint, so to speak.”

“You’re gonna tie me up and put me in time out?”

He shakes his head. “No, not, I mean, we could do that, too, but I wanted to start out small. Like, just you in the corner. Maybe add in a stress position later, but really it’s just you standing in the corner thinking about how you’ve been bad.”

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Thank you all so much for the warm reception to my first published story! You’ve made this Bi Boi very happy! For this next story I went all the way back to the first time I went full bottom, the first time I went full slut, the first time I went “Dr. Stangelove, or how I learned to story worrying and just love the dick.” Hopefully someone appreciated that reference. I was 24 years old and I met up with an older guy that showed me just how much pleasure I can feel when I have a handsome man pounding me into the mattress. It was my first story I ever wrote so it’s not as polished as I’d like but I decided to leave it as is, all I did was edit a few grammatical errors.

Are These “Daddy Issues?”

I was having trouble stopping my hand from shaking. I watched as my phone once again downloaded Grindr. “If he’s one I’m going over there, if he’s one I’m going over there.” I kept repeating to myself, hoping to silence the nerves that were making my knees weak. I re-signed up and scrolled down to where I would expect to see his profile. “Yes!” I exclaimed excitement building inside me as I quickly typed out a message. I can’t remember what I said and what he responded with but before I knew it, I was walking out the door and getting in my car. I started the engine and was driving towards a night that would change my life…or at least my sex life.

My name is Shawn and I was just a regular bi-curious guy. I stood 6’1″ and weighed about 190lbs. I kept my light brown hair cut short and my blue eyes gave me a very friendly air about me. I wanted to play basketball in high school but unfortunately, I was a late bloomer and didn’t grow into my body until now. That tall lanky kid was replaced with a broad-shouldered guy who thanks to those basketball aspirations now had an incredible bubble butt that I only recently started to truly appreciate. And because of this new found appreciation I started fantasizing about what it would be like to be penetrated. It started with strap-on porn, then moved to Trans women, before finally finding myself watching gay porn. That’s how we got here, at this older gentleman’s house.

I took one final deep breath to try and steady my nerves. “I want this.” I said to myself before I got out of the car and walked up the driveway to the open garage. He was standing inside the garage as I walked mardin escort up “Hey there,” he said with a smile. He was very handsome and he looked exactly as I expected him to look. He was shorter than me but a couple inches and was a bit stockier but he looked like solid dad muscle. He was I wearing khaki shorts and an Eddie Bauer looker shirt. “Hi,” I responded in a shy voice as let me into his house and showed me to his bedroom. He turned to close his door and without waiting I stripped my clothes off and left them in a pile on the floor. Now I stood in front of this guy in nothing but my maroon jockstrap that so perfectly framed my butt. “I like your jockstrap” he said as me pulled my close with a hand on my hip. The other hand cupped my butt cheek and by the time his lips met mine all of my nervousness melted away. Soon he had me on his bed, I was now on top of him, he was naked and I could feel his hardness pushing against my ass cheeks as we continued our deep passionate kiss. I was grinding against him and letting out little groans and moans whenever we separated for air. “Can I suck your cock daddy?” I asked him in a submissive voice that I wasn’t even aware I possessed.

He chuckled and said, “Of course my boy.” Without a second thought I climbed off him turning around so I could suck his cock and he could still grab at my ass. As I stared at this glorious daddy dick in front of me, I couldn’t help but lick my lips. It was average size but God damn was it thick! I grabbed it with my hand pointing the cock head towards my eager mouth. Slowly I engulfed it with my warm mouth.

I groaned as it slid along my tongue, fuck this already felt incredible. I know my technique was bad but I hoped my eagerness and the view of my ass made up for it. He let out a deep growl as I took about half of his cock into my mouth. He was now getting more handsy with my ass, I have never felt sexier then at this very moment. This was a different feeling, one that I have never achieved while sleeping with a girl. This man was groping me, slapping my ass, watching it bounce and shake as I kept my back arched and continue to slobber all over his cock. I felt like a porn-star!

“Come here baby” he said as he started to nudge my thigh back over his chest. I barley registered the movement as I buried my face mardin escort bayan in his balls. The only thing that stopped me in my tracks was when his tongue made contact with my ass hole. My head shot up and I let out a “Oh fuck daddy!” as he started to devour my hole. Explosions of pleasure shot off all over my body, it felt like a fireworks show was about to hit its finale. He spread my cheeks apart and fucked my hole with his tongue. Fuck he knew what he was doing! I was completely his at that moment. I was ready for the main event.

“Daddy, I need your cock inside me.” He responded with a smack on my ass, “hop in the shower and I’ll make sure you’re all clean and ready for me.”

We spent the next ten minutes under his shower head. The warm water relaxing me. He made me feel incredibly safe as he washed my body clean. By the time we got out and dried off my body was buzzing in anticipation. We talked about poppers in previous conversations and he was ready with a bottle as we laid back down on the bed. He walked me through how to use poppers and held the bottle to my nose and told me to take a small hit of it. I inhaled through my nose and slowly breathed out. “Ohhh fuck me” I groaned as my body flushed and I experienced cock lust for the first time in my life. I was a bitch in heat as I impaled my mouth with his delicious cock. He was expertly eating me out as we got back into a 69 position. After a couple minutes of our mouths working their respective magic on each other I was ready. I quickly spun around, he handed me a bottle of lube and I prepared myself to take my first cock. I lined his cock up with my tight entrance. He moved the poppers bottle back to my nose and I took three deep inhales. As I exhaled, I pushed back and felt the cock head pop into my ass. I felt nothing but paint at first, my ass struggling to stretch to fit the thick cock head, but soon the poppers hit and I felt my whole body relax. All it took was a slight thrust from him and I was soon sitting on his lap, his cock ball deep in my newly christened fuck hole. As I sat on his lap grinding my hips against him, I couldn’t believe that I was doing this, here I was riding this handsome man’s cock my arms in the arm over my head, like I’d seen countless porn stars do, and his cock was touching buttons inside escort mardin me that I didn’t even know I had. To make a long story short, I was in heaven! I soon leaned forward, my lips crashing against his as I began to do my best twerking, letting my ass bounce up and down on his shaft as I moaned into our kiss.

“Get on your hands and knees boi,” Daddy growled into my ear. “Yes sir,” I responded and quickly jumped off his cock, I already missed the full feeling that his cock gave me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed, my ass in the air for him as he stood there admiring it for a second. I meanwhile, was taking a couple more hits of poppers, feeling myself sinking further and further down this rabbit hole. I was now an official cock slut and needed to be filled, “Please daddy, please fill me up again, I already miss your big thick cock.” I begged and whined as he took pleasure in teasing my entrance with his cock head. “Such a good boy” he groaned as he plunged his cock back into my ass.

Once his hands gripped my waist, I knew I needed to hold on tight for a wild ride. Soon his thrusts were slapping off my ass as he pounded me deeper and deeper into his mattress. My brain was completely blank at this point, he truly fucked me silly in that moment. I was incoherently moaning and groaning with each thrust as I felt a white-hot pleasure start to build inside my body. “Fuck. Daddy. I’m. Going. To. Cum” I said as he slammed his cock into me.

“Cum for this dick boi” he said, not letting up his assault on my not-so-virgin anymore hole. My hand was wrapped around my shaft as I quickly stroked myself my orgasm building. “Fuck, I’m going to cum” daddy groaned out as I gave me a couple more quick thrusts. As he popped his cock out of my hole I quickly flipped over to my back as I shot my load all over my chest.

“FUUUCKK DADDY” I moaned out as his orgasm exploded all over my cock, chest, and even my face. Rope after rope of his hot cum covered my body. We were both breathing hard as we recovered from our incredible fuck. I completely covered. His cum and my cum covered my chest and cock. In that moment I knew two things to be true about me, I was now a full-fledged cock slut, and I definitely had a cum fetish.

He handed me a towel and helped me clean myself up a bit before we laid in his bed and talked about random stuff for a couple minutes. Eventually I got dressed and left. This guy showed me an amazing night and I never even learned his name. I never met up with him again and sometime I wish I wasn’t so nervous to meet up with him earlier, maybe I could have had a couple more nights with him.

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I tossed my boxers in the laundry basket, grabbing my swimming shorts from the towel rack and quickly pulling them on, wincing as the cold, damp fabric touched my skin. I was still getting into them, and I stumbled slightly as I came out of the bathroom.

“For fuck’s sake.” I muttered under my breath as I hitched them up the rest of the way, grabbing my keys and heading out the glass door and on to the gate. Jamie and Ellie were already waiting outside – her with a big grin and her hands casually on her hips, him holding a large bundle of something plastic under his left arm, and hauling a cooler box in his right.

I frowned at her as I unlocked the gate. “I guess we’re not doing that whole ‘invite and agree’ thing any more, huh?”

I’d slept like the dead, after my surprising evening with Jamie, so I was quite well rested. But I’d just been woken up by the phone call from Ellie, informing me that the two of them were already here, and we were having another day around my pool. Though still groggy from waking up, I’d had a bit of time to start feeling annoyed with her.

“It’s an honour that we’ve grown so close.” She laughed, barging past me, heading down the path. “Jamie brought something fun.”

“Drinks?” I turned to Jamie, who appeared to be his normal, easy-going and confident self.

“That too. But also, pool loungers. They’ll need blowing.” He held up the bundle and winked.

“Oh, cool.” I blushed violently and stepped back to let him pass.

I locked up the gate and made my way slowly up the path, giving myself time to calm down. As annoyed as I was with Ellie for just springing this on me – and I was annoyed, even if I’d missed a call from her and slept till nearly midday – it felt like I had bigger problems. Interacting with Jamie the night before, after what had happened, had been very difficult. But managing that in broad daylight, in front of Ellie, felt impossible.

They were already preoccupied with unfolding the loungers, so I ran inside to get the foot pump from the garage and handed it over to them. I went back inside to stubbornly make tea – they could start drinking if they wanted, but I’d just woken up. By the time I’d finished, they’d managed to successfully inflate two of the loungers.

“Jamie says you told him about Eric.” Ellie said, while Jamie worked the pump on the third. “Thank God. Now we don’t have to tiptoe around it.”

“Yeah, we weren’t doing a particularly good job at hiding it.” I shrugged and smiled.

“Did you guys talk much about it?” she asked. “You’ve both had breakups. Hey, you both started dating them at the same time – That’s so cool!”

“Ellie finds joy in the strangest of places.” Jamie grinned at me.

“Sorry.” She turned to Jamie. “Did you guys commiserate? He’s even worse at opening up than you are.”

“I got some stuff out of him.” He winked at me again – this time in full view of Ellie.

I blushed again, and turned towards the cooler. Damn. Could you die from so much blood rushing to your face that your vital organs were drained? I hoped not. My skin felt like it was on fire. I hadn’t even really had time to come to grips with the situation – whatever the hell it was. I’d crashed pretty much immediately after he’d left, and Ellie had texted me awake this morning. There hadn’t been even a second in which I could really start to process.

I set down my tea on the table. “Do you guys want drinks?”

“Yes please.” Ellie said. “We’ll need cups or something – we only brought vodka and lemonade.”

“Uh, sure.” I ducked back inside, and opened my kitchen cupboard.

Lingering there for a moment, I took a deep breath – I needed to get a grip. Jamie was probably going to be doing this all day, since he seemed to be enjoying it so much. I grabbed some plastic cups, but before I went out to join them again, I picked up my phone from the bedside table and sent him a quick message.

______________[Please cut it out. Ellie’s going to know something is up.]

The response was immediate.

[K ;)]

Well, at least that was… something. I went out to join them. Ellie had already launched herself into the pool – her lounger was shaped like a pineapple – and Jamie was standing waiting with a bottle of vodka. I handed him the cups, and he poured drinks out for himself and Ellie.

“Hand that to Ellie, and I’ll help you get in,” he said. I took a second to make sure there wasn’t a possible innuendo there, and then nodded.

Jamie held the big, inflated watermelon slice steady, while I balanced myself on top of it. He let me go, and walked back to the table to retrieve my tea, which he carefully passed to me. He set his drink down on the edge of the pool, near the deep end, and then put the final lounger in the water – his was a banana. Because of course it was.

Ellie and I cheered when he jumped onto it, and landed without toppling over. The three of us floated around in a calm silence, sipping at our drinks and enjoying the quiet gurgle of the water as it trickled back in at the rock mersin escort formation at the far end after its circuit through the filter. My tea was still a bit hot, so I had to awkwardly balance it in my hands until it became cool enough to drink.

“I could just do this every day until school starts again.” Ellie said, trailing her hands across the pool’s surface.

“It’s going to be cold next week.” I said.

“Stop ruining my relaxation fantasies.” She nudged my lounger with her foot.

“Fine.” I sighed happily, as we floated away from each other. It was pretty relaxing – even with Jamie here, acting the way he was.

He twisted around to face Ellie. “So did you talk to Gary last night?

She gave him a tight smile. “You’ve heard this before, but that’s none of your business.”

“Hey, why not?” Jamie twisted on his lounger.

“Because.” Ellie sighed. “It went well, and you’re going to ruin it.”

“What does that mean?” Jamie frowned. “Were you expecting it not to?”

Ellie raised her eyebrows at him.

“None of my business?”

“Correct.” She beamed. “You are so smart.”

He laughed. “I know right? I guess Jay’s rubbing off on me.”

My eyes snapped towards him sharply. He shrugged, smiled and mouthed the word ‘oops’. I shook my head and looked away. Fortunately, Ellie had spun around on her pineapple and was facing the other direction, and he hadn’t made it sound too much like an innuendo. We carried on drifting around quietly for another few minutes.

Ellie grabbed the paving at the edge of the pool, and slowly turned herself around to face me. “Jay, you should order a pizza.”

“I thought you were anti-pizza.” I said.

“I wanted to do something yesterday. Today, I just want to have food brought directly to me without having to move.”

I laughed. “Okay, fine, what sort of toppings do you guys want?”

“Don’t ask Jamie.” Ellie splashed some water half-heartedly in his direction. “He’s pro-pineapple.”

“Pineapple’s great.” He looked at me as Ellie kept slowly turning around, facing away from him, and he winked. “It makes some things taste sweeter.”

“Yeah, well, those things shouldn’t be pizza.” Ellie said curtly – either missing the joke or ignoring it.

“I’ll just get a margarita and a meat lover’s.” I shot Jamie a glare – half expecting a line about ‘extra sausage’. But he grinned, and stayed quiet.

“Sounds good.” Ellie said.

I hopped out into the water, and went to grab my phone. As I picked it up, I considered sending Jamie another message. But he wouldn’t look until he was out of the pool, so I didn’t think there was much of a point. I ordered the pizza and went to retrieve my mug from earlier, depositing it in the kitchen before I poured us more drinks, and waited for the food to arrive.

After it did, I helped Ellie get out in the shallow end. Despite Jamie bumping her lounger jokingly, she still managed to escape the pool mostly dry. He tried to dismount his on his own, and ended up slipping into the water and going under, popping up with dripping hair and a big grin. We settled down at the edge with our feet in the shallow end, passing the pizza boxes around, staying mostly quiet as we ate.

“I’m sleepy.” Ellie yawned after she’d finished eating.

“Then go take a nap. Bed’s right in there.” Jamie pointed at my glass door.

“No,” Ellie pulled her feet out of the pool. “I mean, yes, I’m going to. But my own bed’s not far. I’ll see you guys in a couple of hours.”

“Okay.” I glanced at Jamie, but he was still acting fairly normally.

“Sleep well,” Jamie shouted at her retreating back, and she pumped her fist in the air as she walked away from us down the path to the gate.

“You want the last slice?” He held out the pizza box.

“Nah. Go for it.” I took a sip of my drink.

When he was done, he got up to throw the boxes in the trash, then casually sauntered back to me, grinning.

“I’m going to head inside. I kinda of need a nap too. Or something else relaxing.” He winked.

I turned to watch him walk inside, feeling less guilty about studying the toned muscles of his shoulders and his back than I usually did. My eyes lingered on the light scattering of freckles that dotted his skin, and the small dusting of hair on his lower back.

His swimming shorts had slipped, revealing his tan line, which neatly highlighted the top portion of his ass while it bobbed away from me. As he got to the glass door, he turned to look back at me, and bit his bottom lip. Then he slipped inside.

Fuck.

I got up quickly from the pool, adjusting myself so that I wouldn’t be comically stumbling into my room in a tenting pair of swimming shorts. Jamie was standing just inside, next to the glass door, waiting. I walked past him to the other one, shut it, and turned the key.

“Lock that, and close the blinds.” I said.

“No one else is here, man.”

“Just lock it.”

“Yes, sir.” He laughed, sliding the door closed and locking it. mersin escort bayan “So forceful. Like you weren’t going bright red a couple of hours ago.”

I walked up very close to him as he finished closing the blinds. “I don’t have to do this, you know.”

“Sorry, I’ll be good.” He bit his lip again.

I exhaled sharply and nodded.

I grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, and lifted it up, revealing his abs. He got the hint, and lifted it the rest of the way himself. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips against his collarbone. He smelled like chlorine and suntan lotion, and his skin felt unnaturally warm under my lips. I kissed and licked my way across his chest, and down along the side of his treasure trail. He moaned slightly as my hands reached into his waistband and began to undo the string.

I felt a twinge of satisfaction as I lowered his shorts and his dick sprung out at full mast. My eyes locked onto it. It occurred to me that I hadn’t thought to mention, when he was asking me about why I liked giving blowjobs, that there was also the awesome part at the beginning where you just got to study the other guy’s dick up close.

I’d pretty much been training myself my whole life to NOT do that. Even when fooling around with Eric in other ways, I noticed that I subconsciously stopped myself from ever looking directly at it. During a blow job though? It was encouraged. Required, even. You didn’t want to miss it, after all.

His didn’t taper like mine or curve like Eric’s. It was just very neat and straight, and I found the effect quite satisfying. His pubes were damp, and matted against his skin. The vague, musky scent of his sweat was dimly detectable underneath the smell of chlorine.

He’d already started to leak precum, and I extended my tongue towards the tip, making him gasp as I made contact. I took in the faint saltiness of the clear liquid – it tasted pretty neutral, and similar to Eric’s. Taking the plunge, I forced my mouth down over his shaft, and he let out a low moan as I engulfed him.

I began to bob up and down, struggling to take his entire length all the way down to the base. He tentatively put his hand on my head, although he didn’t try to force any sort of motion. I ran my hand up his side, across and up his abs and felt towards his chest, my pinky grazing his nipple.

His breathing started to become heavier, and increased in pace. It got me pretty excited – I was leaking precum quite heavily in my own shorts. I began to bob my head up and down faster, being careful not to make myself gag. Somehow, I was still conscious of the fact that I didn’t want to embarrass myself in front of Jamie.

I didn’t realise how close he was, until a warm rush of salty liquid filled my mouth. It caught me by surprise, and I sputtered, his dick slipping out of my mouth and some of his load dribbling down my chin. His dick gave a few more squirts, spattering cum over my chest.

“Holy fuck.” He was breathing heavily, and looking down at me. “That’s so porno.”

“Yeah, a little warning might have been nice.” I said wryly, wiping at my mouth with my arm.

“Sorry.” He panted, smiling.

“I’m going to have a shower.” I got up carefully, made my way to the bathroom, and turned to him. “You can join me, if you want to.”

He did want- following me in, and climbing into the tub after me. I turned on the water and rinsed off his cum, and then shrugged out of my shorts, letting my erection spring free. He put his hand on my shoulder, spun me around to face him, and wasted no time in getting immediately down on his knees and taking me into his mouth.

He was just as enthusiastic as the last time, and nowhere near as timid as he had been – which wasn’t very timid, in any case. The combination of the warm water at my back and his hot, wet mouth on my dick had me quickly moving towards climax. He was also fully hard again, tugging furiously at it with his right hand while he balanced himself against the wall with his left. The fact that sucking me off got him horny again this quickly was a major turn on, and it wasn’t long before I felt a familiar build up of pressure.

“Fuck. I’m going to cum.” I gasped.

He increased his pace, and I let loose in his mouth, feeling the warm liquid swirl around my dick’s head. He looked up at me and gave me a closed-mouth smile, and his head tilted back slightly as he swallowed. I stood there for a minute, panting, while he continued to jerk himself off. His body stiffened, and his cum dribbled into the flow of water at my feet and washed down the drain.

After that, I quickly finished washing up and got out. I toweled off, not looking directly at him as he carried on, then I left the bathroom and changed into a dry set of clothes. I unlocked and opened the doors that we’d shut, and grabbed a book to settle down on the couch and wait for him.

He eventually emerged, naked, and confidently marched over to his swimming shorts, giving me a view that was borderline pornographic as he bent escort mersin down – facing away from me – to pick them up. With a mischievous look over his shoulder at me that told me he knew exactly what he was doing, he slipped into them and casually threw himself down on the opposite end of the couch.

He grabbed the controller and fired up Tomb Raider, and I set my book down when he died in the game and passed it to me. I kept fumbling, and letting Lara fall – I was struggling to concentrate. It wore away my patience, so when he died after a very long and otherwise successful run, I just deferred my turn and let him keep playing. After quite a while, Ellie glided through the glass door, and sat down regally between me and Jamie.

“Good nap?” Jamie asked.

“Lovely, thank you,” she said. “Did you two have fun?”

“Yep.” Jamie was still engrossed in the game. Thank god he was too focused on it to wink at me.

“You okay?” Ellie said, nudging me in the ribs.

“Well, OW.” I rubbed where she’d made contact. “But yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You just look a bit lost in thought.”

“No, I’m good. Just relaxed.”

“Well, good.” Ellie said. “That’s what this break is for. We should go back to school very relaxed.”

Jamie glanced over at me while Ellie was looking down at her phone, and of course, he winked. After having done what we’d done for a second time – and with it becoming increasingly clear that Ellie was oblivious – I wasn’t reacting with such visceral embarrassment any more at the way he was acting. But that didn’t mean I wanted him to keep at it.

“You guys doing anything tomorrow?” It sounded like I was making plans, but I really just wanted to move the conversation along.

“Maybe, but it’s none of Jamie’s business.” Ellie grinned.

“Whatever.” Jamie laughed. “I’m hanging out with Ryan and Drew tomorrow. Maybe Matt. You guys can come if you want. We’re playing paintball.”

“I’d rather sit around smashing all the vertebrae in my hand with a hammer, thanks.” Ellie had grabbed my book and was looking at the cover.

“Whatever. Jay?”

“Yeah, not my thing.” I shrugged.

“Yeah, we’re probably going to get going pretty early anyway.” He checked his phone. “Maybe I should actually head home.”

“We’ll miss you.” Ellie smiled. “Tell Ryan I still think he’s a rotten person.”

“He knows. But I will.” Jamie smirked and set down the controller, getting up. “Okay, I’m going to go then. Jay, I’m just going to leave all that stuff here until next time.”

“Good idea. We’ll probably come back to do this a few times.” Ellie picked up the controller, and started cautiously navigating the game.

“Yeah, loads.” He put an emphasis on the last word and winked at me, and I realised I wasn’t actually done blushing.

I got up and followed him out as far as the glass door – more just to hide my blush from Ellie than anything, and let my face return to a normal colour before I sat down. Jamie winked at me again as he turned and disappeared into the path to the gate. I grabbed a bottle of water and went to sit down on the couch next to Ellie.

She paused the game, and turned to face me. “So I talked to Gary.”

“I thought so.” I nodded. “Did you ask about Jess?”

“They’re COUSINS.” Her eyes were wide. “I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“I hope that rules out the two of them dating.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, me too. Although – if Jess wants to screw with gay guys…”

“Come on.” I was as anti-Jess as anyone – except maybe Mel and Ellie – but that was a bit much. And I was also getting tired of explaining to Ellie that Eric was… well, whatever he was. I supposed that since he wasn’t my boyfriend anymore, the exact definition of his sexuality was also no longer my problem.

“Sorry. I just get carried away.” She smiled. “But I’m a lot happier, knowing that. I really doubt anything’s going on there.”

“I can imagine.”

“Yeah…” She fiddled with her earring. “We’re going on a date tomorrow.”

I laughed. “Go Ellie.”

“I know!” She grinned broadly. “I wasn’t going to, but he asked and… you know.”

“I do.”

“We’re going to go to the waterfront, and maybe go up on the Ferris wheel.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” I smirked, and then held up my hands at her annoyed expression. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“No,” she said darkly. “You usually can’t.”

I shrugged and smiled.

“Don’t think this gets you off the hook from my interference though. I still have a whole plan for the renaissance of your love life. We’ll work on it next week.”

“I look forward to it.” I kept a deadpan expression on my face.

She laughed. “What would you do without me?”

“Surely perish.”

“That’s exactly right.” She smiled, and settled back on the couch, handing me the controller. “Here – play a bit. I want to see Lara Croft in action, but I kept making her fall off the ledges.”

“Sure.” I took it from her and started playing.

It felt like the moment to tell her about Jamie had come and passed, and I felt vaguely guilty about it until she’d left. No doubt she’d have wanted me to tell her, but it felt odd – I doubted that Jamie would want her to know, and because the three of us hung out together occasionally it felt like it could get very awkward.

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Author’s Note:

Part 11 of the story. This will be the penultimate part, the finale to follow. As always, all persons are 18+. Please enjoy!

The Incident

I debated writing about this, but I feel enough time has gone by that I can. It was a little after a year of my being on the island that this happened, the biggest scandal in the history of Alohana.

And I was caught squarely in the middle of it.

As the Archer’s were the most prominent family on the island, Michael and Noni were invited to a lot of events, fundraisers, galas and whatnot. After Lila and I were married, along with subsequently Sara, we started getting asked to come along, the island’s elite recognizing that the three of us were the primary heirs to the family business and influence. Manny and Angela hated those kinds of parties and were largely excused from going.

The night when everything changed was a benefit for a children’s school to get them updated equipment. It’s a weird thing to walk into a fancy event and see people either elegantly dressed or completely nude. True to form, the five of us were all naked with the women wearing various jewels and whatnot. Michael always had a hair and makeup person come for everyone, also lotions and what have you. Even nude, we looked high society.

We arrived about 30 minutes after the event had started, Noni on Michael’s arm and Lila and Sara were on each of mine. By now, I knew a good cross-section of people around the island and even had a friend or two. I saw a few of them there and we all mingled.

Governor Pani was there as well at the buffet line. He kept talking to the woman serving a cheese platter and she seemed very uninterested. I felt sorry for the girl, knowing how she felt. In the year I’d been there, I still didn’t like him, still being creepy around Lila whenever he saw her. He did it with Sara too, but it was always primarily Lila. We decided to head to the bar and avoid him. It didn’t work.

“There’s the prettiest girl on the island,” Governor Pani as he came over with his cheese plate, he immediately gave her a pussy slide, that lasted a little longer than I would’ve thought appropriate.

“Hello, governor,” Lila said politely, though Sara and I both knew that she was miserable.

“How do you get more attractive every time I see you?” he said, getting closer to her.

“Must be good genes,” Sara said trying to divert the attention away from her sister/wife.

“Too true,” he said giving Sara a slide, but not nearly the same attention. He shook my hand, no cock fondle, and went back to Lila, asking about her workout routine and health regimen. Thankfully, he ran out of cheese and returned to the buffet, trying to get Lila to go with him who declined.

While we were all tempted to take a shot after that, we decided on regular drinks instead as the governor returned to the buffet and the cheese girl. After a while, we all settled in and were having a good time.

Well, as good a time as you can have at fundraisers. We sat down to dinner, and they began the presentations about why the school needed the equipment and what it was to be used for.

After three presentations, I needed a bathroom and excused myself to the back. I was headed back to our table when I heard something crash in the hallway.

“No! NO!” I heard from a closed door. I heard a muffled voice reply as I moved to the door fast.

“STOP!” I heard as I opened the door to see Governor Pani and the cheese girl in a closet. She was slapping him, and his dick was in her pussy. “Help…” she said crying softly.

I snapped and went into a rage. I pulled at the governor and got him off and out of the girl.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I screamed at him.

“Nothing, she’s teasing!” he insisted, while almost chuckling about it.

“Fuck you!” she said in rebuttal, falling to the ground in a pile of tears. I looked back at the governor, and he had a smirk on his face. I was about to deck him when a bunch of people pulled me back. I had no idea who they were, but they were strong.

“Arrest them!” the governor shouted. “They tried to assault me.”

“Bullshit!” the woman shouted. “He,” meaning the governor, “raped me. This man saved me.”

“Please…” was all the governor said in a dismissive tone.

“What’s going on here?” Michael said, coming up to us, Loni, Lila, and Sara in tow.

“Your son-in-law tried to assault me and this girl!” the governor said angrily.

“You lying bastard!” I shouted back, still having a bunch of hands on me. “This son of a bitch was raping that poor woman!”

“What?!” came from all five of my family.

“He’s lying!” the governor said. “Arrest them!”

“He saved me!” the girl replied.

“What’s going on here?” a council member asked.

“I was assaulted!” the governor said.

“I was fucking raped!” the girl cried, “by him!!!” pointing at the governor.

“He tried to hit me!” the governor screamed pointing at me. “Take him to jail!”

“No one’s taking my son to jail,” Noni said calmly but istanbul escort forcefully. Even the guys holding me relaxed their grip a bit. “He does not lie and would never hurt anyone. If he says the governor was raping this girl, than he was.”

“They’re lying!” the governor shouted. “He’s always hated me,” meaning me, “and he paid this girl to lie!”

“I’m not lying!” she said still hysterical. Noni went over and comforted her.

“My son would never do anything like that and anyone who knows him knows that!” Michael said confidently. I would’ve been moved if I wasn’t under arrest.

“Oh, please!” the governor shouted. “You’re gonna believe this outsider over your governor! He can’t be trusted!”

“Don’t you ever talk to my husband that way, you pig!” came from Lila.

“Shut her up!” the governor yelled. “She’s just jealous she had to settle for him!”

“You bastard!” Sara bellowed.

“You raped that girl, and we all know it!” I said speaking up for myself.

“Yeah?!” the governor shouted back. “Your word over mine? Good luck!”

“Actually,” a man spoke up, who I recognized as the hotel manager. “There is a way.” I looked at the girl, who Noni was still cradling and the governor who now looked nervous.

The whole bunch of us were escorted up to the security room, that had video camera feeds. The manager had the tape played in that hallway. It also had sound as well that clearly bore out my version.

“She was just playing,” the governor said dismissively.

“Well actually,” the manager piped up, “there’s another angle that has that closet right in it. Play it, Sal.”

We than saw a different angle and me opening the door. It clearly showed the governor fucking the girl and her trying to stop him. Everyone looked at the governor, the council members included.

“Except for the Archer’s, the girl and the governor, everyone out,” one of the council members ordered. The other’s cleared out and the older woman looked to me. “Look we need to decide what to do about this,” she said.

“Arrest him!” I said, pointing at the governor.

“Hold on,” one of the councilmen said, holding up his hands. “We need to think this out.”

“Think what out?!” the girl shouted. “He fucking raped me!”

“Miss, maybe you wanna wait outside?” another council member suggested.

“She’s staying,” Noni said clearly.

“Look,” the same member repeated, “we need to think about what’s best for the island.”

“Meaning what?” Sara asked.

“Meaning maybe we handle this…quietly,” the first council person stated. The governor was shaking his head vigorously.

“You’re gonna let him get away with this?!” the girl shrieked.

“We can make sure you’re compensated,” the other said. “The governor will quietly resign, and the island will go on.”

“Exactly,” the other council members concurred, nodding their heads. Only one of them said nothing, just staring out into space. I lost it.

“What the hell is the matter with you people?!” I screamed out. I was mad and I wasn’t quiet about it. “I come here and all I’m told all about freedom and love and choice and consent and everything else, and you’re gonna let this scumbag walk and pay off this poor woman to protect your own asses and his?!”

“Look, you don’t underst…”

“Do NOT interrupt my son when he’s talking!” Michael shouted at the whole room, nodding his head at me to continue.

“You’re all supposed to stand up for this island’s ideals and you don’t even know what they are,” I told them all. “Hell, I’ve been a year and I have a better sense of them than you all. I’m telling you now, if you don’t hold him,” meaning the governor, “accountable, than you are a broken society that has no moral high ground on all us mainlanders you look down on.”

“He’s right,” the lone councilwoman who was quiet said. “Shame on us.”

“Lisa…” one of them said.

“No!” Lisa snapped back. “Officer!” she shouted, prompting a uniform to come in. “Arrest him!” pointing at the governor. “Get his statement!” pointing at me. “And for God’s sake, get this young woman some help!”

Officers than snapped to attention doing as instructed. The governor was led away, screaming “Coup!” to anyone who would listen. Two officers escorted the woman to a waiting ambulance and an officer took my statement. The family was with me the whole time as I gave my statement, fully substantiated by the tape and the woman, who we later learned was named Karen.

Once the officers had my statement, my wives hugged me hard, planting kisses all over me.

“Baby, I’m so proud of you,” Sara said almost crying.

“You’re a hero,” Lila said with pride.

“I’m not,” I said plainly.

“Yes, you are,” Noni said, coming up to me and giving me a big hug, my wives reluctantly letting me go for a moment. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Me too,” Michael said, choaking up a bit.

“I think you can all head home now,” Lisa said. “Would you mind coming to see me tomorrow around noon?” she asked me.

“Sure,” I told her as the family led istanbul escort bayan me back to the car.

By the time we got home, news had broken about the incident. Governor Pani’s name and mine were splashed all over island TV and radio. Everyone in the house rushed me when we got home: Angela, Manny, Layla, Sonia, and of course Kyra, who came at me with such force that she damn near knocked me to the floor.

“I can’t believe you got to deck the governor!” Manny said.

“I didn’t actually hit him, and I don’t think he’s gonna be governor for long,” I retorted.

True to prediction, the news blared that the council had made a motion of no confidence against the governor, and he was now out of office. Apparently Lisa went a step further, as some of the council members who’d been there and tried to quiet the whole thing up were now resigning for “personal reasons”.

After a flurry of “my hero” chants and whatnot, everyone took mercy on me, deciding I needed a bath. Kyra had anticipated this, and I was soon whisked to my bathroom. Of course, I wouldn’t be bathing alone, with Kyra actively washing me, Sara soaping herself up to the side and smiling, while Lila was behind me, rubbing my chest. Sara than decided to get more active and started rubbing my feet.

If I hadn’t felt like a God before, I certainly did now.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, baby,” Lila said into my ear. She was still breathing heavily after everything that happened, her heavy breasts crushed against my back.

“I’m sorry if I scared you guys,” I told them honestly. Sara waived it off.

“I’m just sorry you never got the chance to hit the son of a bitch.”

I shrugged as I allowed the women to pamper me. In a rarity for us, there was no sex that night, the evening having been exhaustive enough. The women surrounded me on all sides of the bed as we all drifted off to sleep.

The next day, I went to see Lisa as she’d asked. The whole island was abuzz with what was happening, governor ousted, council members gone, and the press, such as it was here, couldn’t get enough. Lisa had sent a car for me, and they took me in the back way, figuring that seeing me entering through the front would be even for fuel for the media fire.

Everyone in the office seemed shocked and withdrawn as I entered. More than a few however also looked happy almost, even relieved. I was escorted to the governor’s office and found Lisa there. I felt a bit weird seeing her in a sharp suit while I was still completely naked, but I shrugged it off and took her offer of coffee.

“So, I want to bring you up to speed on what’s going on,” Lisa said sternly. “As I’m sure you know, Governor Pani has been removed and been charged with rape. He’s about to go before the judge now. In exchange for pleading guilty, the prosecutor won’t push for deportment.”

Even I knew that rape was about the most serious offense you could commit on the island. Deportation was only used or threatened on the worst of the worst, permanent banishment from paradise. Mostly, they made arrangements with the mainland to house their prisoners, no real questions asked.

“And I’m sure you know several members of the council decided to resign when more of Pani’s former crimes were found out.” I was about to ask for detail, but she put up her hand to stop me. “Before you ask, they covered up for some of his other crimes like this of the same nature. They were told to resign or be charged.”

“Ok,” was all I could say, not really sure why she was telling me all this.

“I’ve been appointed acting governor by the remaining council to fill out the rest of Pani’s term.”

“Congratulations,” I told her.

“Thank you,” she said with a slight smile. “Not really a job I wanted, but I’ll at least serve out his term. But to the point,” she said placing her arms on the desk, “we need to appoint new members to the council. Several names have been floated and will be considered soon, but the council has already approved one of them, unanimously.”

I still didn’t know where she was going with this as she stood up and came around to the other side of the desk.

“Congratulations, Councilman.”

I have no idea what my face looked like, but I was later told by the new governor, it was comical.

“Uh, governor,” I said trying to steady myself. “I’m sorry, I really don’t understand.”

“We nominated you for the council in absentia, under an emergency declaration,” she explained. “We’ll swear you in tomorrow, live for the press. Obviously, we’d have your family there to celebrate.”

Now that got me out of joint. She didn’t want me on the counsel, she wanted my family satisfied.

“Look, governor,” I said getting up. “I’m honored, but I don’t think this is good idea.”

“Why?” she asked.

“I’ve only lived here a year,” I told her in a matter-of-fact voice, “I’ve never been involved in politics at all. I’m in no way qualified for this.”

“That’s why I want you there,” Lisa said. “We need a fresh perspective and you’re it. You’re respected, escort istanbul honest, and proven you can rise to a challenge. And I’ll be honest, the fact that you’re a member of the Archer Family helps.”

“Ahhh,” I said, basically getting her to admit that this was in part about that.

“Look,” Lisa said with determination, “I won’t lie, having an Archer, even an in-law, on the council will be important toward legitimacy. I don’t want anyone on the island thinking this was a coup.”

“They could think that anyway and this this was the payoff,” I replied quickly.

“Maybe, if it was your father-in-law who was appointed or Noni, but not you. Not being a blood relative gives you enough separation to buffet from that.”

“I don’t know,” I said, looking out the window.

“I don’t wanna have to do this, but I’m asking as governor of this island. Will you serve?”

I took a deep breath as I continued to look out.

“I’ll do it.”

“Wonderful!” she said gratefully. “Don’t worry, I’ll help you get adjusted.”

The rest of the meeting was about preparing my new office and what not. I left with my head in a daze and went back to the house. After what happened yesterday, no one went to work or school that day and I knew they were all waiting for me to get home with what I’d learned.

True to form, when I arrived the whole family was gathered in the living room when I got back. Lila and Sara swarmed and hugged me as per usual with Manny just wanting to know the gossip.

“So, what happened?” he asked impatiently, “what are they gonna do to the fat fuck?”

“Well, there is news,” I told all of them once Lila and Sara de-coupled.

“Go on, son,” Michael asked while I noticed that Layla, Sonia, and Kyra weren’t there.

“Actually, I think everyone needs to hear this,” I replied. Noni called everyone to the room, and I was center stage.

“Well, Pani is out,” I started with to a chorus of ‘Thank God’s and relief. “Lisa Abner is acting governor until the next election.” Everyone voiced their approval as well as the other’s resigning. The girls were all unhappy about Pani just getting off with prison, but Michael agreed it was for the best. He’d already sent an offer to Karen from last night for a job if she wanted it or just help if she needed it.

“There’s one more thing,” I said hesitantly. “They voted in a new councilmember to fill in until the election.”

“Who?” Michael asked, genuinely looking curious. Everyone else’s expression was largely the same.

“Uh…” I said, rubbing the back of my neck again, “me.”

“What?!” came from everyone with shocked looks. On Sara and Lila, the shock quickly turned to squealing as the jumped up, their curves flying in every direction.

“Congratulations!” Sara said, kissing one side of my face while Lila took the other.

“I’m so proud of you, my love,” Lila said through tears.

“Congratulations, son!” Michael said warmly getting up and also giving me a hug. Noni was quick behind him.

“This is such an honor,” she said with emotion, “my family has lived on this island for hundreds of years and we’ve never been on the council.”

“Big dick move, bro!” Manny said hugging me.

“I’m so happy for you,” Angela said sweetly hugging me and giving me a kiss on the cheek.

Kyra was nearly in tears as she hugged and kissed me, apparently very happy for me. Sonia and Kayla the same. I was starting to come to terms with how big this was.

“How do you feel about it?” Michael asked.

“I really don’t know,” I admitted, still standing there with Sara and Lila half hugging me still. “I mean, I told Lisa that I was no politician. Hell, I’m practically still a stranger here.”

“That’s probably why she did it,” Noni offered. “I’ve known Lisa Abner for years and she’s as smart as they come. There’s no way the council approved this without her pushing you forward. After years of dealing with Pani, they want a breath of fresh air. A fresh perspective.”

“She’s right,” Michael echoed, “you aren’t going to be biased in your appraisal of the island and what it needs. I think they made an excellent choice! Of course, we’ll be sorry to lose you at the company.”

“I can’t do both?” I asked, not really sure how much time would be devoted to the council.

“We’ll have to see,” Michael said reservedly, “we can always put you on leave of absence if necessary.” That made me feel a little better at least.

“We should celebrate!” Lila said, clearly still excited by all this.

“Absolutely!” Noni declared, waiving for Sonia. “Make a reservation at Carnitas for all of us, won’t you?” Sonia smiled and went to call. “When do they announce it?”

“Already did,” Angela said, looking at the muted TV which had my name and councilman-designate under it. “They said they’re gonna swear him in tomorrow.”

“Well, we’ll all be there for you, right guys?!” Michael said with everyone approving.

“All set for seven,” Sonia said regarding our reservations. We spent the rest of the day in the pool mostly, lounging around with an occasional suck or fuck here and there. Dinner was amazingly good, getting great steak tacos and margaritas all around. At least a dozen people came up to me, offering their congratulations. A few wanted private meetings, but Lila or Sara would artfully save me. I felt very relaxed as Michael and I went out on the patio, cigars in hand.

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Author’s note.

I wrote this piece some time ago. After writing the original ending I couldn’t help wondering what else might have happened (in my twisted imagination) and so wrote two additional endings. The ending here is in keeping with the group (I hope) but if you would like to explore the other endings I envisaged then have a look at my writing or find out where and what the others are at the end of the story. I hope that you enjoy it/them and would love to hear any comments you might have.

Prologue.

Claire was already a little drunk by the time she got there. Ben had been going on at her for weeks about this bar and about how way out it was. He had told her he had seen Bud Atkinson there. Bud was a local hard man. She knew of him a little because of Ben. She had seen him a few times but spoken. He was much older than they were, in his fifties, over six feet six tall and stocky. His expression was always angry and he had a way of getting his point across without ever needing to speak much. Claire had never seen him fight but Ben had told her that he was very violent and had hurt a lot of people. He was often getting arrested but nobody ever dared report anything to the police so he never got caught.

The bar itself was nothing special and Claire was quite disappointed. She had expected much more the way Ben had spoken about the place but to her it just looked like a local late night bar. She had worn a shirt black dress with her hair down. She now felt self conscious. She would have worn jeans and a t-shirt if she had known what the bar would be like and wouldn’t have stood out so much. Ben liked the place though, mainly because of the people that were there. He always had this gangster fascination and to him Bud Atkinson was like the Gambino’s.

Ben introduced Claire to the few people he knew and then left her fir a while to go and drink shots with one of them. She stood about for a while talking to people she hardly knew. When she had finished her drink Ben was nowhere to be seen. She went to the bar and asked for a small red wine. Ben had most of the money but she had enough for one. The girl behind the bar went to get it.

She was standing at the bar facing the dance floor with her back to the entrance and the toilets. She turned around to wait for Ben. He must have turned at the same time. Claire remembered recognising him immediately. He stared at her so intently that she laughed nervously. He was huge. He oozed menace and it was clear just from looking at him that this was the way he expressed himself.

Claire didnt know if it was his reputation or just him. He just glared and scowled. His skin was rough, his greying hair cut very short. He wasn’t good looking but he radiated so much aggression that made he made her tongue dry and her legs weak He was intimidating.

‘Who are you?’ He growled. There was nothing pleasant about his manner.

I’m Claire,’ She managed to say. She wanted to tell him she was with Ben, or that she wasn’t from round here or something else but she stalled under his gaze and just felt stupid. It was stupid. She had no more reason to be nervous around this guy than any other one. The only difference was what she had been told, what she knew. It was that and her own mind that created the fear of meeting him. It was like meeting someone famous. She felt silly because she was clearly a little star struck.

‘You getting a drink?’ He asked. When he did he seemed to look her up and down, not undressing her, more like he was trying to figure her out. Claire nodded and opened her mouth to speak. He cut her off.

‘I’ll get it.’ He said flatly. She didn’t think to argue. She just looked at him and smiled.

‘Thanks,’ She managed to say.

When the girl behind the bar put the drink down Claire thought she saw a nervous glance over at Bud but couldn’t be sure.

‘I’m getting hers,’ said Bud. The girl looked at him briefly and then with a small nod began collecting glasses off the bar. She wasn’t expecting him to pay and she eventually walked off.

Just then Ben turned up standing beside her. She took one look at him and knew immediately he was getting very drunk. His eyes were gone and he had a stupid expression on his face. He looked from Claire to Bud as if he wanted to be introduced. Bud took a sip of his drink and glowered at Ben.

‘Whose this?’ He said, clearly to Claire.

‘Ben,’ she answered, ‘my boyfriend.’

‘Hey,’ said Ben trying to sound relaxed.

Bud scowled at him again. Ben tried to smile and held out his hand. Bud reluctantly took Ben’s outstretched hand and gripped hard as he shook it. She could see it hurt but Ben tried not to show it. Ben was a Bud wannabe. He didnt have any of the attributes but it hadn’t stopped him finding the bar. Talking to Bud and having that kudos rub off on his was exactly why he had dragged her there.

Bud was laughing now. Ben looked distinctly uncomfortable. When he let go Claire saw Ben favouring his hand.

‘Wanna kastamonu escort drink?’ he asked Ben who immediately smiled. Bud looked at Claire again. Ben didn’t seem to notice.

While Bud gave off that air of aggression and although he didn’t speak about himself much if at all he turned out to be reasonably friendly, almost pleasant to talk to. He was interested in Claire. She told him she was training as a nurse and that she was from out of the city. Ben was local and he was delighted to mention mutual friends, most of whom Claire suspected Ben knew of rather than actually knew. When Bud finished his drink Ben bought him one. She wanted to tell Ben that bud didnt pay for his drinks in any case but there was no opportunity. Bud listened to both of them talking with what appeared to be genuine interest and when he left them a little later Claire was left with the feeling that he was more friendly than I had first though. He was borderline interesting. Ben was positively beaming.

‘He likes us.’ Ben declared while he watched Bud talking to a rather rough looking group by the toilets. Bud looked over at Claire briefly.

‘Yes,’ she said thoughtfully.

‘He’s alright isn’t he? He’s a good bloke?’

Claire recalled his shaking Ben’s hand, that and the way he looked at her. She wasn’t about to nominate him for a Nobel prize just yet.

‘I thought you said he was really violent and couldn’t be trusted?’

‘Well yeah but get in with him and it’s big time stuff.’

Claire shook her head slightly. ‘Ben you really need to be careful. I’m not sure if he is likely to be your best friend.’

‘Don’t worry.’ Ben scowled. ‘I know what I’m doing.’

Claire sensed him getting defensive at which point talking to him wouldn’t be worth it.

‘Okay,’ she said in a calming tone, ‘but just remember sometimes people like Bud Atkinson are only interested in themselves. That’s all I’m saying.’

Ben scoffed. ‘I’m getting another drink.’ He told Claire and turned to the bar.

Claire noticed that others looked at her and Ben now. It could only have been because they had been talking to Bud. It made her feel a little more secure than she had before but couldn’t help thinking that some of the looks she got were of something other than respect. Ben didn’t seem to notice. Instead he began to drink heavily and got louder as time went on. Claire could see where he was heading and tried to get him to slow down. He said he would but didn’t. He went to the bar regularly and each time he came back with drinks for them both. He then drank his followed but ones Clair hadn’t started. When she tried again he accused her of spoiling the night. By about 1am Ben was bickering. He began to lose it soon after. The bouncers came over twice to tell him to cool down. He told them it was all Claire’s fault and as they left for the second time he called her a stupid bitch, swayed drunkenly knocking into a table sending drinks over a group of people all of whom began to argue with him. As he squared up to them he was stopped by the bouncers. It looked like the night was about to come to abrupt end.

Ben.

I don’t remember much about what happened until I ended up with Bud. I was pretty drunk in the club and then Claire started mouthing of like she does and we left. I was annoyed at her. I was speaking to Bud and it was a good chance to get my face known. Things like that get you noticed and that’s all it takes. I wanted to get in with him and she just had to start like she always does right when he was there. We argued again outside and she must have left. I figured that she would come back as I had the taxi money. That’s when Bud came out. He was alone and came over to me smiling.

‘Where’s your pretty girlfriend gone?’

I shrugged. I didn’t know and I didnt care. ‘she’ll be back.’ I told him. He nodded but his expression suggested he doubted it. Then he looked at me, like really looked at me. I felt a little uncomfortable but it had happened to me before. We looked at each other for a second and I knew that I should say something but I couldn’t think of anything.

‘I’ve got some things I need to do and I need someone to help,’ he said, ‘You want to help?’

‘Yeah,’ I said almost before the words were out of his mouth. He stared at me and smiled, maybe smirked. I felt stupid. I had to remind myself to try and be cool about this. I was getting noticed. Bud tipped his head and walked off. I followed.

His car was parked behind the club out of the way. It was an older style Audi and if I am honest now I was expecting something a little more stylish. As soon as we got in he began texting on his phone. I sat for several minutes waiting, watching and feeling increasingly uncomfortable. If he cared he didn’t show it.

‘So, what are we doing?’ I asked eventually. I hoped it didn’t sound like I was asking what adventures we were going to have tonight but from his expression it probably did. Bud didn’t kastamonu escort bayan say anything immediately. He finished a message that he was sending, started the car and pulled away before speaking just one word.

‘Delivering.’

We drove for a while before he spoke again. What he said made me hopeful.

‘You want to get into business?’

‘Yeah, I do.’

‘Why?’

I thought about it for a minute. Money and power were the main things but I didn’t think I’d start with those ones. ‘I’m not going to live nine to five,’ I said. ‘I want to live life my way and make something of it. I hate the shitty law and the shitty government who tell us all what we can and cant do and all the time do what the fuck they want behind our back.’

Bud nodded. ‘What about the hard stuff, what about the stuff nobody wants to do, the stuff that carries risk as well as reward. Can you do the stuff nobody else will to get ahead and stay ahead?

He was testing me. I knew what answer to give and I wanted to make it confident.

‘Fuck yeah.’ I said.

‘You sure. The kind of stuff that gives you the edge over the next guy, starting at the bottom. Right at the bottom?

‘You tell me what needs done and I’ll see it through.’ This was great. He was actually thinking about letting me in. This was my chance. ‘I’ll do what needs to be done Bud.’

He nodded and turned a corner before stopping outside of a twenty four hour convenience store. ‘Let’s see then.’ He said. Bud motioned to the glove compartment and told me to open it. There were seven plain brown envelopes in. All in a pile with one much thicker than the rest. As I passed them over I figured by the size, weight and the way that they flexed under my fingers that they had notes in them. Bud looked through them. There didn’t have anything written on but he seemed to know what he was looking for. He handed one of the smaller ones back and told me to return it to the glove compartment. He then handed me another of the smaller ones.

‘Ask for Ashad,’ he said indicating towards the store. ‘Give him that quietly And make sure you tell him its from Bud. Got it?’

‘I nodded and got out of the car. The door had a bell that rang as I entered. There was a guy buying alcohol at the till and another looking up and down the aisles. Behind the counter was an Asian guy I suspected might be Ashad. My heart was pounding a little and I was a bit nervous. The customer at the till moved off and walked towards the door with his wine. I waited as long as I could without looking odd and then spoke.

Ashad? I asked.

The guy behind the till frowned, perhaps because he’d never seen me before and I knew his name. He nodded and I placed the envelope on the counter. ‘From Bud Atkinson.’ I said.

I don’t know what I expected him to do or say but I didn’t expect the look of hatred that crossed his face. For a second I thought I had got something horribly wrong, even though I had done exactly what I was told. Then the guy slid the envelope off the counter and looked behind me at the second customer approaching the till. Feeling a little awkward I moved to one side and then decided to leave the shop. I returned to Bud in the car. As soon as I closed the door Bud pulled away.

The same scene was played out at four other locations including a house where I had to ask for Tara and a casino where I handed it to a doorman with a tattoo on his face. The task was the same. The only thing that changed was the way that all the others seemed to accept the envelopes with a nod, a smile or a thank you. Between each one Bud sent texts. As I got back in the car after handing the last slim envelope to some guy in a terraced house Bud checked his watch and sent another text. He then handed me the thick envelope and drove.

Fifteen minutes later we pulled into a tired car park that seemed to be part of an old rugby club or cricket ground. There was what I assumed was a clubhouse partially lit to one side. The car park was bounded by trees and hedges making it fairly secluded and was empty except for one car near to the clubhouse and parked across three bays. It was a large Bentley. Standing out of the car and leaning on the hood was a guy in his late fifties. He was dressed in chinos and a plain but expensive looking shirt. He was slim, fairly tall with dark hair and a little stubble. He looked over as we drove into the car park but made no attempt to come over to us. We had stopped about twenty feet from him away from the lights of the clubhouse.

‘This is important,’ said Bud. ‘See that guy?’

I was looking at the guy by the Bentley.

‘He’s the kind of person I need on my side. If I lose him I’m fucked.

Understand?’

I nodded. My heart raced a little.

‘You want to get on in this business then you have to learn that people like him are more important than your fucking mother. That guy gets what he wants to keep him on my side. Clear?’

I escort kastamonu nodded again.

‘Okay. Give it to him and wait for him to count it. Don’t come back until he tells you to.’

I began to turn to get out of the car but Bud continued talking.

‘Sometimes if he likes the look of you he might take you round the back. If her does you do what he wants. You understand?’

I had stopped and was staring at Bud. His eyes narrowed.

‘You said you could do what it fucking took. Remember. The ugly stuff it took to stay one step ahead.’

I wasn’t sure if I had this right.

‘That man there is the most fucking important person you will ever meet. You start at the bottom and you do what your told and that’s the only fucking way to get on. If he wants you to go round the back if there with him you make sure he stays happy. Clear?’

‘Bud it’s just I’ve never…’

‘Never what, sucked a cock?’

I shook my head. ‘No.’

‘You ever had a hold of one?’ He looked at me and saw something. My mind had flashed to stag party I went on when I shared a room with a guy I didn’t know. We both got drunk and somehow ended up wanking each other in bed. The guy had wanted me to suck him but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I had left the following morning and never told anyone about it.

‘You want to play with the big boys you start at the bottom.’ He said flatly. ‘Leave the money and fuck off if you like but don’t go over there and piss him off. That wouldn’t be a good idea. You choose but make it quick.’

He might not like the look of me I thought. I mean why would he. I’d just go over, hand him the envelope and then I leave. ‘If’ he liked the look of me. That’s what Bud had said. I waited with my hand on the door handle. This was my chance. I had to take it. I opened the car door and stepped out with the envelope in my hand.

The guy just stood by his car and waited as I approached. When I got to him I handed the envelope over.

‘From Bud.’ I announced. The guy looked at me briefly as if he hadn’t expected me to speak and then opened the envelope to count the cash. I waited as he did. I looked at him nervously. His skin was slightly wrinkled with age and had a tan to it as if he spent time in the sun. His face was slim though he had quite a friendly expression. I wondered what he did to make him so important to Bud.

He finished counting and placing the envelope in his pocket. I hesitated and then just as I was about to turn he spoke.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Ben.’

‘Hello Ben.’ He smiled. It made me feel a little less nervous though only a little. ‘Are you a friend of Buds?’ He looked over at Buds car.

I wanted to say that I was going into business with him but something about this guy told me that lying, even a little was not a good idea.

‘I’ve just met him tonight.’ I told him. He nodded and then there was a pause.

‘He tell you about my payment?’ My stomach churned as he said it. I nodded.

‘Yeah.’

The guy raised his eyebrows. ‘everything?’

I couldn’t meet his eyes with mine now. ‘yeah.’

He nodded then walked off towards the side of the clubhouse. I paused then feeling Bud watching me from the car I followed. At the side it was a little darker but not by much. He stood with his back against the building on a path that ran down the side and was lined with bushes. He unfastened his chinos and pushed them down to his knees followed by his shorts. Then he looked at me.

‘What’s the matter?’ he asked seeing my face. ‘You done this before right?’

All I could do was shake my head. He gave a short sharp laugh and his attitude changed from friendly to something much harsher instantly. ‘Kneel down, put it in your mouth and suck on it until I cum.’ He told me. ‘It’s that simple.’

He waited while a stood trying not to look at him.

‘Well,’ he said finally, ‘come on then.’

As I got to my knees at his feet he was playing with himself. He cock was hard. The foreskin slipped easily across the head. I reached out and took hold of it. It was like I remembered. The skin was hot, malleable and the core stiff.

‘Suck until I cum in your mouth,’ He told me. ‘You don’t have to swallow it but I do it in your mouth okay? If you do have to spit it out do it over there,’ He waved generally at the bushes behind me. ‘and not on my shoes like the last one.’

His hand on the back of my head was his signal that I should start. He didnt pull me toward him or in fact put any pressure on me at all. His hand just touched my head and I used the hand holding his cock to feed him into my mouth. I remember the taste of it. I had expected it to be salty, because that’s what people said, but it wasn’t. If anything it was a little bitter. It was slick but other than that there was just a vague taste of sex. What did surprise me was that although he wasn’t big it filled my mouth. I began sucking on him and could only get an inch or two in my mouth at first. I heard him sighing above me and looked up. His eyes were closed and his expression was one of pleasure. My head bobbed on him. I began to wank him as I sucked. The other hand I placed on his thigh. After the first couple of minutes he pulled it out and I swallowed the saliva and the slippery fluid off his cock. I could taste him more now.

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Mike’s gay and transgendered experience’s part 15.

Please go read 1 — 14 before reading this one.

A few months down the road and my coning out.

I have been with David for five months now and things are going well. We have developed a stronger bond and desire for one another and have spent a large amount of time together building our relationship. We are at the point of being together, that unless something out of the ordinary happens, I suspect this will continue moving forwards. I realize that if we are going to move forward and keep dating him, it’s time for me to come out and tell my family and friends that I am dating a man. My first few calls — as nerve racking and uneasy as they were — were to close family. See my parents passed in a tragic car crash right after I graduated Highschool, so I didn’t have them with me anymore. However, I have Aunt’s and Uncle’s, Cousin’s and distant relatives that I still speak with who need to know. Most of them were receptive and open in listening to me tell them. And even if they didn’t want to hear it, or didn’t like it, they wished David and I the best. My bigger concern was telling my friends and co-workers that I was dating a man. I decided it would be best to have one big function to tell them all in one fell swoop, versus trying to tell them individually. I planned a dinner at the local restaurant for about 15 people and brought David with me. As my guests started to arrive, I introduced David as a friend. After a few drinks and the main course of dinner was over, it was my time to reveal my secret. I stood up from the table, gaining everyone’s attention. I was so nervous that my stomach was doing flips, my hands shaking like a leaf on a tree and I had to clear my throat a few times before I said to them;

“Guys I brought you all here for an announcement. This may come as a shock to some of you considering my history with women, but I have been dating David for 5 months now. We met about 7 months ago, he was a customer of mine at the coffee shop and after a many chats and a couple of nice dinners, we fell for each other and started an on-going relation. I wanted to tell you all in person, versus the phone and by text.”

The looks on their faces was priceless. Some were excited and happy for me, for us, while some seemed angry or confused. David and I sat together, holding hands and conversing with everyone who wanted to talk or ask us questions. As the night progressed some of my friends pulled me aside to speak one on one. I talked further with them individually, doing my best to let them know how this situation developed. Some of the questions were rather erotic. My friend Mindy pulled me to the side and asked me; “Do you like sucking dick and do you swallow?” “Yes, and Yes.” I replied.

The girls seemed to ask the most erotic and sexual question. I guess because they are more open to homosexuality and of course, they knew what it’s like to get dick. I knew more questions were coming from everyone. And I knew some of my male fiends were going to call me and be like… Really dude? But all in all, it was a relief to finally be out and to finally let the world know I was in a gay relationship. After the initial adrenaline and anxiety wore off and my body came down from that emotion roller caster ride, I actually found myself at peace. I was also a bit horny sitting around, holding hands with David, talking about him and sharing some intimate details about us. I had a few drinks in me, but surely wasn’t drunk, but the more the night went on and the more I was saying over and over to people that I was crazy about him, the more turned on I became. I was practically walking around with a semi hard on, because I knew at that moment that I was comfortable admitting karaman escort I was dating a man. More importantly I was loving cock and was surely going to keep moving forward with this. We were past the proverbial, “passing phase; or FWB’S situation,” and I couldn’t get enough of him or his dick. As I explained to many of the female friends, there was no other felling like it when he’s on top of me or behind me, sliding his cock in and out of my ass, giving me feelings, pleasures, emotions and desires I had never felt before. There was no doubt this was a great coming out party but I was so ready to go home and suck on his dick.

When David and I got into his car and started to drive, I finally got to that moment of that deep releasing breath, just letting everything that transpired through the night drift away. I took a few long deep breaths and thanked David for his support. I held his hand as he began driving us home. In my mind I finally felt free. I felt open and I felt that the weight of the world had been lifted of off my shoulders. I was out! I was in a gay relationship! I was falling for the man siting next to me! And to be honest, I was happy. I don’t know if it was my acceptance of our relationship. The night itself. My commitment to him. The excitement of having a boyfriend — something I never had before – or because I had just told my closest friends, or just because I want his cock in me, but I was beyond horny and couldn’t wait to get home and suck him off and get fucked.

After a few blocks I slid David’s hand from the center arm rest and placed it on my crotch. I guided him up and down over my dick and balls as I looked over at him. When I pulled my hand way from his, he kept rubbing up and down as thoughts of ecstasy ran through my mind. I just wanted him to play with me. I wanted him to be sucking me, I wanted his cock deep in my ass and I wanted to cum so bad. As we continued driving, I watched David as his hand kept rubbing up and down over me. I was starting to get hard and needed more. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants edging then down a bit, pulling my semi hard cock out of my underwear. David’s hand grabbed my shaft and slowly stroked me as I closed my eyes and drifted off into fantasy. I thought of all the times, I had my hand around his shaft stroking him off, sucking on his cock, sucking on Sara’s cock, and Enna’s cock. How much I loved being fucked in the ass. The feeling of holding is cock as he ejaculated in my hand. I was getting really hard and ready for more. I pushed David’s hand aside, spit on and licked my left palm a few times, reached down and started jacking myself off in his car. I watched my hand sliding up and down my shaft time and time again, squeezing my tip. The erotic feelings it sent through me, the sensualness of stroking my cock thinking of him, all while knowing he was watching me. Wanting so bad to be sucking his cock, or feeling him inside me.

When we pulled up at the next traffic light, there were people waiting for the bus. I boldly rolled down my window and yelled out to them; “This is my boyfriend David. I’m crazy about him and I love his cock.”

David embarrassingly, pulled forwards and turned the corner right away, giggling at my seemingly drunk — yet just high on life — verbose statement. I sat in the passenger seat just stroking myself off. I am free I yelled out in the car. I whispered dirty erotic statements to David as he drove, such things as;

“David…

“Yes Mike.” He replied.

I want to suck your cock right now!”

(I never did ask him, but I bet David had to have been getting so hard and so turned on as he watched me jacking off.)

“David…”

“Yes Mike.” He replied.

“I want karaman escort bayan you behind me fucking me so hard that I’m screaming. Then pull it out and cum on my face.”

“David…”

“Yes Mike”.

“I want you all night. Every night.”

I was free and finally out and not in the closet anymore. This wasn’t a brief interlude, a fuck buddy, a trial of sexual experiences. I love cock. Period. I love his cock. Period

And I wanted him more now than ever. I excepted I was Bi-Sexual and now (maybe) more towards gay. But either way, I was going to continue being gay and I fucking loved it.

We pulled into his building parking lot just minutes later. I wanted to keep stroking myself off and cum right inside his car, but I wanted to suck his dick and I wanted him to fuck me. I pulled up my pants, zipping and buttoning them up and we made our way inside. The elevator ride felt like 5 minutes, but in all reality, took about 30 seconds. When we got to his David’s condo, he opened the door letting me in first, after he entered, he shut the door behind him. I unbuttoned and unzipped my pants removing them completely. I pulled my shirt over my head and sat down on the floor of his foyer naked.

“Come here.” I said to him.

David walked over to me and I reached up and unbuckled his belt. I then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants pulling them and his underwear down and off of his body. I leaned forward and put his flaccid cock in my mouth feeling his soft dick on my tongue. I slid my head back and forth sucking on his dick, feeling him getting harder and harder with each passing moment, David unbuttoned his shirt throwing it onto the floor. I reached down with my left hand and started stroking my hard cock again, as I used my right hand and my mouth to pleasure him. I reached around David’s body, grasping his left ass cheek pulling him closer into me.

“I want to make you fucking cum,” slipped from my mouth as I stroked his cock and stared up at him.

I placed his hard cock back in my mouth and just kept sliding back and forth, giving him head. I was sitting naked on his floor on my butt, legs spread wide open sucking his dick, while stroking myself. I was just like a little sissy girl sucking my man’s cock. David leaned over further placing his hands on the wall all while leaning further down towards me. I felt him start thrusting his hips forwards, slamming his cock deep into my throat. OMG, I fucking love this ran through my mind as I just kept blowing him as my hand was stroking my cock. I pulled away for a second looked him in the eye and erotically said;

“David, I could suck you off all day. I want this dick to stay hard all night.”

David pulled me up from the floor and walked me over to the couch, he sat down on the cushion, spread his legs and held his hard shaft in his hands. I got down on my knees and edged in closer. I leaned my head down and placed his throbbing cock right back into my mouth. His soft moans and groans filled the room, accompanied by the sounds of me making slurping sucking sounds. I was naked on my knees, my ass in the air, my balls hanging between my legs all while my mouth and head kept bobbing up and down on his cock. I must have been on my knees for more than 5 minutes just sucking away, enjoying every minute of this, when David whimpered out, “Mike, I’m fucking close.”

I pulled David’s cock from my mouth, stroking him from top to bottom. I stared deeply into his eyes and said; “David, If I would have met you 20 years ago, I would have never dated women. I would have been sucking your cock this whole time.”

And I meant it. I don’t know if it was telling everyone today. Or finally accepting I liked men and dick escort karaman more; or the moment we were in, but there was no doubt I was going to be sucking his cock for a long time coming. And honestly, there hasn’t been to many times when we were together that I didn’t give him a blow job, or get fucked in the ass. And now I plan on sucking this cock for a long time. I’d suck it more today. I’d suck it tomorrow. I’d suck it next week; and I’d surely suck it every time I want to suck it or anytime, he wants me to suck it.

When I put David’s cock back in my mouth, I felt his hands come to rest on the back of my head. He started ramming my head down further with each thrust. Moments at a time as hard and as deep as he could, stopping only to let me breathe, since his cock was deep down my throat. When I’d pull away and get the chance and I’d say, “Yeah baby! Ram it down my throat.”

And then David would go back to slamming my head down.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth one last time before he came and I looked at him and whispered, “I want this cock hard all night. I want you to cum in my mouth, in my ass and all over my face.”

When I put David’s cock back into my mouth, he started thrusting his hips forward and he was as hard as I ever felt him. He started moaning and groaning loudly which lets me know he’s about to shoot his load in my mouth. Within seconds, I felt his warm, sticky, gooey cum filling my mouth. I bobbed up and down slower taking every bit of it down my throat, moaning in pleasure as I was swallowing his cum. David pulled his cock from my mouth, placing it at he tips of my lips, letting the last bit of his cum drizzle out of him. I licked my lips, swallowing the last bit of him down.

David knew I was rock hard and horny still, so after a few seconds of him catching his breath he assisted me up from my knees. He leaned his head downwards and placed my hard throbbing cock into his mouth. I gasped like a little girl as I felt his warm wet mouth circle over my cock. David’s head slid back and forth as he started sucking me off. I moaned in pleasure, knowing it was him I wanted doing it and knowing it wasn’t going to take me long to cum. My ass tingled and needed to be fucked, but I needed this blow job and I needed to cum first. As David got me close, I whispered to him, “I want to cum on your cock.”

David moaned loudly through his blow job and just kept going. Seconds later I moaned out, “David I’m going to cum.”

He pulled his face from my dick and leaned back onto the couch, edging his lower torso further forward. I stroked myself a few times and with a great gasp and a loud squeal, I started cumming all over his cock and balls. I watched my white-hot sexy load shooting from my dick all over his dick. Wishing I could just keep stroking myself and keep cumming all over him, until his skin was covered in cum.

When I finally finished cumming, I got down onto my knees and started kissing, licking and sucking around his cock and balls. I licked up every bit of my own cum. Swallowing that down too.

When I finished cleaning him up, I looked up at David with a big smile and said, “Two loads of cum down my throat tonight.”

Before the night weas over, David had fucked me in the ass for a while, and I did swallow another load of his cum down my throat. I came again, while he was fucking me in the ass, spraying every drop all over the sheets.

It was probably 2:00 A.M. before we finally got to sleep. We cuddled in for a while before dozing off. And even though we didn’t say it at that moment, I believe we both knew we were in love with each other. That night and that moment came a few months later and was well worth the wait.

The next day I did receive more calls and texts from friends asking me about our relationship. Most everyone asked kind, eloquent questions and I answered them the best I could.

Our six-month anniversary brought a quick trip away and the sex was fucking incredible. I’ll tell you all about it in the next chapter.

To Be Continued…

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The doorbell rang and I could hear Dom Tom answer the door. Muffled voices and laughing… I wondered how long it would take before they came out here. Tom had left me hog tied on the bench on the patio. Naked, caged, and on my back. He found an unoccupied eye hook, used for hanging plants on the beam of the roof of my patio, and strung my bindings up to it. While I was not suspended, it prevented me from rolling to either side or putting my limbs down.

It was not too long before I heard their voices getting louder as they approached the French doors leading out to the patio. It was a comfortable evening, so we had left them open. I heard Gates booming voice when he laughed and exclamation upon seeing me. “Ho Ho, what do we have here? You gift wrapped the goddamned boy for me? Damn, looks like I am in for a good time tonight!”

“I hope we all have a good time!” Tom added. “Let’s get a drink and light up the cigars. We can enjoy watching our trussed piglet struggle for a bit.” He led Gates over to the cart and poured himself a whiskey. “Neat or on the rocks?” He asked.

Gate pointed to the ice bucket and Tom handed him two fingers with two large cubes of ice. They sat in the loungers against the house where I could see them a little better. Two bearish men. Both over 6 feet tall. Tom was a little more muscular than Gates. While Gates had a sexy beer belly, he was still quite solid. And both were nice and hairy. Tom’s black and grey hair was cut in a nice short flattop, and Gates had thick short messy reddish brown hair. Gates hair color was closer to mine, if I had not turned so grey already, and my head was not shaved. That thought made me notice the spread of hair on my own chest as it rose and fell with my breathing.

They lit the cigars and chatted. They got to know each other a little and Tom told Gates how he and I had started chatting online and finally met, just this weekend. So Gates asked him if I was a good lay. “The boy has a sweet pussy that will make your knees buckle. You have to maintain dominance or he will hypnotize you with that beautiful cunt of his. I plan on owning him if he’ll have me. But that doesn’t mean I am too selfish to share him with a good friend. I have a feeling his pussy is insatiable.”

Gates laughed again a big hearty approving laugh. He tugged at his own crotch. I could tell he was thinking about partaking of my hole himself. Tom noticed as well, and stood up shucking his shirt. “We might as well get comfortable. We’re gonna be diving into the main course soon anyway.” Then he dropped his shorts as well. He sat back down, wearing only a cock ring and his motorcycle boots.

Gates did not need any further encouragement. He took a big puff on his gar and set it down. Then he stripped and grabbed his drink and gar back up. He walked over to me, walking all the way around me studying every angle. “Sexy boy! You got a good Daddy there. You best treat him good. But tonight, I am gonna have some fun with you myself!” Tom walked over and joined him. They stood above my head, puffing on their cigars and enjoying their whiskey. Tom grabbed a hold of Gates growing cock and tugged until it was engorged with blood. He stroked it a bit and Gates returned the favor. It was so hot watching them stroke each other above me.

I must have been grinning from ear to ear. “Something you like boy?” Tom teased me. I shook my head up and down, trying to nod yes. “You want to taste my whiskey?” He asked me then. I shook my head yes again. He took a sip, dropped to one knee and gave me an upside down kiss. When our lips touched he dribbled the whiskey into my mouth. He had fed me drink a double shot before Gates arrived so this sip just warmed me up again and brought me to a full buzz.

Gates rasped his approval under his breath and asked, “is that enough or do you want more?”

“More, please… Sir.” I said, not sure how to address him, He chuckled, “Good. I like that, I think. Sir…” He mused. But then he dropped his drink to his crotch and dipped the head of his cock into his cold drink. He let out an “OH,” it was colder than he expected, but just laughed more. He was quite a happy guy. Then he started to squat, dropping his cock into my mouth. I gobbled the whiskey flavored cock, tasting his musk and a slight hint of piss through the whiskey. I should start my own whiskey company and bottle this flavor mix… “Cock Royal – Texas’ Finest Blended Whiskey”

Tom was pleased to see Gates taking his pleasure with me. He encouraged Gates, Fuck his face! He is a cock hound. Feed him your nuts and drop your ass on his face. He wants to taste all of you!” Tom rubbed Gates back, letting his hand fall to his ass and grabbing a fistful of Gates beefy butt. Gates growled with the attention and the two of them made out as he fucked my throat… stabbing his thick cock as deep as it would go.

Eventually Gates stood up with slobber on his cock and me looking up at him with pleading eyes. gümüşhane escort He laughed again at the sight. “Don’t fret boy! We are just getting started. You might be insatiable, but your also gonna be sore at both ends by the time the night is over.” And they both shared a laugh at that. I nervously chuckled with them.

Gates moved around to my ass. He licked his lips and brushed his fingers across my cunt. Tom dropped his cock into my mouth then and again encouraged Gates to enjoy himself. Gates remembered his drink suddenly and dipped two fingers in it and rubbed them across my hole. I flinched from the cold and the slight sting of the alcohol. Then he dropped to his knees and I felt his hot breath warming my pussy lips. The curly whiskers of his full beard tickled my pucker. He teased my pussy for what felt like forever, as my newfound daddy fed me his rigid cock. Finally, Gates stopped teasing and his hot wet lips kissed my hole. His tongue flicked out, exciting my flesh. I winked my hole at him… begging for more. He obliged by pressing his mouth over my hole and chewing gently on the ring, and shoving his tongue as deep as he could inside of me. I could feel him moaning into my hole.

Dom pulled his wet dick out of my mouth and dropped his sack on my mouth. “Lick em boy. Taste the sweat and daddy musk.” I lapped at his balls, he had shaved them, and I loved the feel of the soft skin against my lips. He tasted so good. He nudged forward. I thought he let me eat his hole, because he knew how much I loved it… but now I am starting to think that he was enjoys it as much as I do. My tongue darted over his taint and touched his hole. He flinched at the sensation and then relaxed. His hole eventually opening for me to explore. I took advantage and plunged in, tasting him. The soft, raw, forbidden flesh kissed me back.

I felt a prodding against my wet hole. Gates was pushing a finger in while still eating me out. Then a second finger. He started to open me up. A third finger pushed inside and he started to fuck me with them. “You were right Tom. This is a sweet fucking pussy!” He sat on the end of the bench and lined his hard cock up with my exposed and well worked hole. Then he pushed forward. He sank his cock into my pussy in one stroke. I shouted into daddy’s ass. That amused them both and they laughed. Gates wasted no time and pulled out only to slam right back inside me. He shoved his head through my legs, under my bindings. This gave him leverage and he began to rut in my ass. He pounded me over and over, pulling his 7″ beer can cock out to the thick flared head and pumping it back again. I felt his nuts slap my ass as he fucked me.

Daddy reached around my limbs and grabbed my ass. He pulled my cheeks apart so my cunt was stretched open. Gates slammed his cock into my spread hole appreciatively. Grunting with each stroke. Daddy upped the ante and started digging his fingers into my ass as Gates raped it. The extra friction pushed Gates over the edge and he howled, flooding my guts with his DNA. He pumped his hips several more times as he loaded me up with the rest of his orgasm.

Tom stood up. I thought he was going to take his turn on my ass now. But instead he brought Gates back to my head. Gates sat down on my face and I sucked his cock clean. Then he hovered his ass over my mouth and I licked his hole… tasting all the sweat dripping down it from his rut. Daddy undid my bindings and I lay flat on the bench. Gates stretched out across me.

He spit on my caged cock. That was unnecessarily cruel, teasing me like that, I mused to myself. He continued to blow his hot breath onto it and lick it. He seemed to enjoy teasing my locked dick. I continued eating his ass, and Daddy bent down and shared a lick or two of Gates hole with me. Tom whispered to me then, “looks good enough to fuck, doesn’t it boy? Lube it up real good son, and keep it wet as I fuck Gates.”

Wow, I thought. I did not see this coming. But fuck! I loved it. Daddy stood up and placed his thumb on Gates hole as I spit on it. Gates hole opened little and Dom’s thumb pushed in. He was tight. Much tighter than me. I worked Gates hole with my tongue, keeping it wet as Daddy loosened it up with his thumb and then a finger, and then another.

Tom stood up then and pushed his cock head into the crack of Gates’ thick ass. I spit again leaving a dollop of saliva on Gates’ beautiful pucker. Tom used the head of his cock to push the slick into Gates hole. They both cried out in pleasure, though I think Gates had a bit of pain there too. He was very tight and Daddy’s big dick was not for beginner’s. Daddy just sat the for a minute letting Gates get used to the girth of the cock stretching his hole out. I licked and teased the fuck hole and the bit of Daddy’s shaft not inside of Gates. Gates was steadily moaning. Daddy began to slowly piston in and out. His strokes becoming longer and faster.

A escort gümüşhane long stroke back and Daddy’s cock slipped out. As he pushed back in, it missed Gates’ hole and entered my mouth instead. I sucked on it. Tasting Gates’ insides on my Daddy’s slick cock. Dom withdrew again and re-entered Gates’ ass on the down stroke. Gates moaned again. Dom really started to fuck him then. In and out, driving that big daddy cock deep in Gates’ guts. I licked and spit and kept the action friction free.

Gates scooted a bit on top of me, lifting my legs back up and under his arms. My ass raised in the air and he dove in. He was eating my just fucked ass now. I am sure he could taste his load because I could feel a bit leaking out of me. He fingered my hole as Daddy fucked him… teasing out more of his sperm. He would lap at it like a thirsty dog. He was bouncing on top of me as Daddy pounded his hole. Daddy had a way of loosening a hole with that big monster cock of his. Gates was no exception, his hole stretched to the point of sloppy. It was so hot, watching close up, as his pucker expanded and grabbed at Daddy’s cock as it stroked in and out of him.

I knew that was getting Tom hot too. I could hear his breathing getting huskier. Shorter heavier breaths. Little grunts as he continued to plow Gates. Then his piston rhythm became erratic and he jerked his hips into Gates’ backside hard and rough. He shot his load deep inside, but as he would thrust back and forth, a little would splatter out and onto my face. My face was covered in sweat and cum. Daddy pulled his cock out slowly. It flopped on my lips, still half hard. I opened my mouth and sucked it in. Tasting the salty sweet cum and ass juices. Dom started to get hard again… the head of his dick in the very back of my throat… halfway down my throat. And then… he started to piss.

It scared me. I thought I was going to choke… or drown. But he grabbed my head on both sides and tilted it back just slightly. The throat opened up and his piss went right down. I couldn’t even swallow. It just flowed down my gullet.

Gates slapped my gaping hole and Daddy bent over to taste Gates’ new gape. We were all spent then, used and drained. They moved back over to the loungers against the wall. They looked so hot and sexy slouched nude in the loungers and breathing heavy. Cigars were relit and fresh drinks poured, as I lay on my back, unbound and recovering. I could hear them chatting, but lost in my own reverie, I could not make out anything they were saying.

“Come here boy,” my new Daddy’s drawl drew me out of my daydream. I slowly rolled off the bench and crawled the few steps over to his feet. “You need another taste of Daddy’s whiskey?” Apparently, I had been staring at his glass before he snapped me out of it. I nodded yes, and he swigged his entire glass. Then he pulled my face up to meet his own and kissed me. His tongue parted my lips and let the whiskey flow into my open mouth. It was still cool and the heat of his lips and touch of his spittle gave the Crown a sweet and unique taste, it was a Daddy mixer. My light buzz was refreshed in no time and the warmth spread throughout my body.

Another hour had passed with the cigars burning down and a couple more drinks disappearing. We were all relaxed and energy renewed. Gates suggested we go inside and see just how much my “pretty pussy” could take. Daddy helped me off the ground and smacked my ass a couple of times, “brushing off the dirt,” he cajoled. I was curious now, as to what Gates was actually suggesting. My hole was so tender at this point… but also very… loose.

We walked into my bedroom and all climbed into bed. Daddy put me in between himself and Gates and we all made out and fondled each other. I loved the way Gates’ fingers could not stay out of my Gaping cunt. He was constantly wetting his fingers and pushing them into me. He had a good four fingers in me when he looked at Tom and said, “I think the boy is ready. He’s got all four of my fat fingers up his hole and I swear he’s trying to suck my thumb up there too!”

Daddy did not reply. He simply grabbed me and rolled over onto his back, pulling me on top of him. Then he looked in my eyes and asked, “are you ready boy?”

I did not know exactly what was going to happen, but I trusted him so I nervously replied, “Yes sir!?!”

“Put Daddy’s cock in your pussy boy!” He demanded. So I spit in my hand and lubed his hard rod and pushed my ass back on him. His cock head easily squished into my backside. I could hear Gates clucking his approval behind me as he watched my hole swallow Daddy’s long thick tool. “Now kiss me boy… eyes open and relax. I want to see the look in your eyes as you take Gates’ cock with mine.” He plunged his tongue back in my mouth before I could respond, but my eyes popped wide open as I realized what was about to happen. His eyes just twinkled back at me maliciously.

Daddy’s gümüşhane escort bayan arms were wrapped around me as we Frenched. His cock was half buried in me as I was lay on top of him. Gates sidled up behind me, straddling Daddy’s legs. He spit on my half filled pussy and managed to push a finger in besides Daddy’s cock. He finger fucked me a bit and pulled on my cunt lips. He swore in admiration of my hole as he played until he finally lined up his own rigid meat. He withdrew his finger and I felt the head of his dick push on my pucker. He tested the resistance of my hole, already stretched with Daddy’s cock inside it. Then he began to put his weight behind the push. Slowly my cunt relaxed and gave way to his advancing head. I swear I could feel his heart beating in the throbbing his cock head as he entered me.

Daddy grabbed my head between his hands and pulled my face a few inches away and bore into my eyes with his own. Watching my expression as Gates slowly shoved his fat cock inside me along side my Daddy’s. My eyes were wide and I was holding my breath concentrating on letting my hole open. I heard Daddy whisper, “breath boy! Just breath! You can do this. Take both our cocks, boy. Show me what that pretty pussy can do. Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you want to please Daddy!”

I could feel the scratching of Gates’ thick bush on my meaty cakes as he pushed the last inch of his girth inside me. My pussy stretched to accommodate both of these thick bear cocks. I felt fuller than I ever had. My mind was exploding. I had not even taken a hit of poppers. I could not believe I had two cocks inside my cunt. After just a few seconds I could feel Gates slowly start to grind his hips. Slow, short strokes at first. Then Daddy joined in. His hips slowly bucked up and down. These two incredibly sexy men’s cocks pumping in and out of my hole.

“Fuck!” Gates exclaimed. “I never imagined I’d get a ride like this when you started coming in the diner boy. You are an amazing fuck hole, boy!”

“Yes you are boy!” Daddy chimed in, “such a good boy! My boy! Giving that beautiful pussy to me. Letting me share it with our new friend. I am going to reward you boy. You have made Daddy very happy!” His words spread goosebumps across my flesh. They were both rutting my cunt now. Their piston actions picking up speed as they competed to make me moan and scream. I noticed my belly seemed to be sliding across Daddy’s own, before I realized I was leaking so much, I had made a precum slick between us.

My own clit still locked in the cock cage… I had all but forgotten about it. I probably would not have remembered at all if it wasn’t for the slippery ooze. I was not hard at all, or straining against the cage. My little dicklit was happy to take a back seat and let my hole be my sexual organ.

Gates’ hands wrapped around me grabbing my nips as Daddy’s stayed locked around my torso. I was pinned between these two studs just as I was impaled on their fuck sticks. I could not believe they were still fucking me. Even if they did not cum, how did they still have the stamina. I think I may have collapsed from exhaustion myself if they were not propping me up. But with every stroke of their cocks, I found new energy. I could feel their heads sliding in and out of my gaping twat. It’s like the nerves inside of my chute had become supercharged. I never wanted it to end, but at the same time, I did not know how much more I could take of this “fucking” sensory overload.

Gates’ breathing began to deepen and quicken. Daddy’s own reacted and followed suit. I could tell they were both building to their climax. We were all drenched in sweat… and my mind flashed with the thought of having to change the sheets before we finally called it a night. Each of them determinately slamming into my ass with animal ferocity. I was not going to be able to walk right for a week. Then it happened. Suddenly, Gates reared up, grabbed my hips and froze with his cock buried deep in my guts. He flooded me with his seed. This sent Daddy over the edge and he pounded me as he shot volley after volley chasing Gates’ load. I still had Gates’ earlier load inside as well.

Daddy squeezed me tight as he finished unloading inside me. My guts were full of their thick batter and all the action my hole was seeing this weekend was finally to much for my caged clit. I began just oozing cum out of my locked cocklette. I don’t think I even realized it was happening at first since an assgasm feels different from stroking your dick to climax. I shuddered and clenched and squeezed Gates out of my cunt. He just laughed and growled.

We were all a puddle of sweat and sex. Gates rolled off and fell on the bed beside us. I lay limp on Daddy’s belly as his still hard cock throbbed in my wrecked hole. Tom reached for my ass with one hand, while still holding me close with the other. He caressed my wet, swollen ass lips. He felt his cock still pulsing inside me while rubbing my hole. He continued to whisper to me, “what a good boy you are. I love my boy’s pussy. You made me proud taking our dicks like that boy! I loved seeing your clit cum. Tells me how much you need Daddy in your cunt. Are you filled with cum now? Are you satiated… for tonight at least?”

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