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One

Jeremiah Burk sat at his desk fingering the scroll wheel on his mouse up and down repeatedly. There were several files open and displayed on the monitor. The imagery of each file flickering with the machinations of the mouse wheel. Surrounded by the protective cubicle walls, he’d found such blatant displays of uselessness were well guarded, especially since there seemed to only be three other workers in the office on this particular afternoon. The clock on the screen told him there were still five hours left in his day and lunch was still 20 minutes away. Not wanting to get involved in any of the projects available to him, just to leave 20 minutes into them, he was considering covertly searching for porn or reading one of the dozens of time wasting blogs he tended to read when he’d rather not be doing his job. About two minutes from the start of this inner debate, the porn won.

Quickly, an Internet browser window was opened, his fingers zipped along the keyboard entering a few choice words into a search engine and the mouse began clicking numerous links to various sites. He was barely even paying attention to the titles of the links. He figured he would brows each page for a few seconds then close them one by one as soon as he lost interest. Suddenly one of the various activated links started calling up pop up windows. One after one a new window was opening up on Jeremiah’s screen. He got sort of panicky but quickly calmed himself. He would have waited for the pop ups to stop coming however it seemed there might not be any end. Each new one was popping up almost before the last had a chance to let its content load. Jeremiah couldn’t even tell what each advertisement was for. He did the only thing he could think to do and started trying to close every web page on his screen, pop up or not.

He started with the pop ups of course, clicking each ones close button as quickly as he could. He would have been making good time if the random placement of the windows wasn’t so time consuming that by the time he got to the next close button another two pop ups had been produced. He decided instead to try and close the original window which had caused this problem. Jeremiah thanked the software gods that he used a browser which, though it was supposedly supposed to block these stupid pop ups, was also equipped to open each of his new links within one single window. He attempted to click the close box on the main window several times, only to be blocked by a sudden pop up window inadvertently showing up in that exact location.

After several of these blocks, he made a successful click and the window closed. However just as the window closed, small blocks of indecipherable content began popping up randomly, over everything else on the screen. Jeremiah had not blinked this entire time, trying to keep his eyes open and alert to the task at hand before someone came along and caught him in this crisis. They were beginning to burn from the dryness and the strain of darting to follow the many images now constantly appearing all over the screen. Jeremiah fought hard to keep his eyes open, to keep his attention on the task at hand. He clicked several more pop ups while trying to figure out what the blips that kept appearing and disappearing quickly all over his screen were. Finally the sharp burning pain in his eyes broke his will and he blinked.

Jeremiah suddenly found him self in a concrete room lit by a harsh yellow uncovered light bulb above him, on an iron framed four poster bed. The mattress was bare and dirty. He could smell the filth better then he could see it, do to the leather hood secured snugly over his head. The hood held what seemed to be a penis shaped gag in his mouth, yet left his eyes open to take in his surroundings save for some minor peripheral obstruction. His legs were tied by way of leather cuffs and old looking chains. They were spread apart above his body, tied to each of the end posts. He was lying on his back, his ass nearly hanging off the mattress end toward the bottom.

His waist was secured to the sides of the iron bed frame with a leather belt and more very old looking chains, his arms stretched up and secured to the opposing posts. He could feel that his cock was enveloped by some sort of device witch was very tight around the entirety of his cocks shaft and the base of his balls. His cock ached and throbbed eskişehir escort bayan and every time it did the device seemed slightly tighter, which caused another aching throb again and again. The cool air circulating in the room left goose bumps along his skin and also alerted him to what felt like liberal amounts of moisture inside and around his ass crack. Lubricant was his immediate assumption.

Jeremiah’s mind was suddenly swimming with anxiety. The reality of the situation refusing to make sense in any way. He searched his mind for any reasonable logic as of to why or how he would be in the situation he found himself in. Nothing made any sense. He was sitting in his office, just like any other day, looking at porn when he should have been working, and suddenly he wasn’t. He just blinked. Be it a blink that seemed to feel strangely like wakening up, it still seemed to Jeremiah that it had happened instantly. Suddenly he was incredibly vulnerable, naked, tied up, lubed, and gagged. His breathing was coming so quickly it made the phallus in his mouth seem all the more cumbersome. His heart was pounding so hard in his chest he could hear the blood it pumped rushing through his ears like an ocean tidal wave born of fear. His mind made his thoughts as simple as it could. His motivations became compulsory as his baser instincts began to surface. His inner voice shouted simply, RUN!

Thinking only that he had to get away from this situation and ignoring weather or not that goal was even attainable, Jeremiah began thrashing his body against his bonds. Every muscle in his limbs twisting and turning. His arms and legs straining against the leather straps at their ends trying to take advantage of any slack that they might offer. He tried using his chest muscles and abdomen with the belt at his waist for leverage. He fought believing that one of the straps had to give just enough for one limb to break free, then he’d worry about the next.

His fight was vicious entirely based on instantaneous reaction. It didn’t take long before his naked form was coated with a film of beading sweat. The adrenalin that had been released at his initial fearful reaction was waning. Though his desperation held fast, his body gave up only ten minutes into his fight against the leather and metal holding him down. As he let his body go limp, he sobbed and shed tears, mentally cursing him self for years of avoiding gyms and manual labor jobs. He still had no idea why he was wherever he was so gratuitously and vulnerably confined. Worse yet, his balls had begun to ache nearly as painfully as his cock.

His heart was barely beginning to slow the blood flow it had been pumping in it’s hyper state when a screeching creek echoed from the walls of the room bringing it back to full steam. Jeremiah’s head thrashed about in every direction it could looking for the source of the sound. His mind was caught in a conundrum of hopping that the source was not, and also was, a person. As his eyes caught a glimpse of movement and the familiar form of another person his mind hung upon itself waiting to see if this was a relief or not. As more of the man came into view it was quickly decided that this new comer was not here to aide Jeremiah in any of the ways he’d been praying for since he woke. Without having to think about it, Jeremiah’s body released every bit of air it had stored up and he screamed as loudly as he could around the false penis securely embedded in his mouth.

Jeremiah watched the man with more attention then he’d ever paid to anything before in his life. He kept screaming over and over into his gag. He found he couldn’t seem to help it and quickly decided that since it didn’t seem to be bothering the other man in the room he wouldn’t let it bother him either. Instead he kept watching the unflinching large man move about. He, like Jeremiah, was wearing a hood securely strapped over his head, however his was made of rubber, did not have a gag in place, instead it had an open mouth hole through which Jeremiah could see only a pair of lips that would be unrecognizable in any other context. There were also no eyes in this mans hood, instead the rubber seemed secured around a dark pair of sunglass like lenses.

The rest of the hood seemed tailored to fit every nook and cranny of the mans face. His body was well maintained. There was little muscle definition and the man seemed to have a small belly, but every inch of him was solid. That solid muscle was coated with a thin black fur over most of its exposed areas. The parts that were not exposed were covered by several pieces of rubber. A pair of black rubber thigh high wader boots on his feet. A pair of rubber gloves over his hands, a rubber harness over his chest with a strap leading into a very peculiar rubber jock with what looked to be a solid plastic penis shaped cup locked securely with a padlock over his cock. Whoever this man was, Jeremiah let out a small sigh of relief when he realized this man would eskişehir escort probably not be the one utilizing his exposed and well lubed hole. The sigh was interrupted as the man positioned himself at Jeremiah’s anus and began using his rubber covered index finger to probe the exposed ring of muscle, continuing to pay absolutely no attention to Jeremiah’s protests.

Jeremiah began to cry for the second time since waking up only minutes prior. He could not understand what was happening to him, how it had happened or why. He was beginning to think clearly again, which he cursed him self for doing just as his body was being violated by another man. It seemed he was hyper sensitive to the manipulations of his sphincter. He could feel the rubbered finger rotating, curling, sliding in and out of his hole repeatedly. When the finger would slip out for brief moments it would swab his crack picking up more of the lube, circle his puckered ring, then re enter the hole with the added lube. The finger went over this process several times, massaging the muscles and lubeing the entrance.

The man at the other end of that finger was concentrating on nothing else besides Jeremiah’s exposed orifice. Ignoring the sobbing and sporadic exclamations of protest coming from behind the immovable gag. When the body before him would writhe and contort, fighting the binds or trying futilely to move away from the probing digit, the man would patiently hold his manipulating member inside the hole in steady wait for the movements to subside, then continue his task as though no interruption had occurred. The scenario continued like this until the man had successfully worked four now well lubed fingers into the stretched cavity.

During this violation Jeremiah’s mind reeled from one emotion to the next. He went from being terrified beyond his wits to being angry and ready to fight free of his bonds and torments to cowering inside him self and simply accepting that he was here and had no way to leave, in the time it took the man at his ass to work up to two fingers. By the time three were rhythmicly pumping in and out and massaging about his sphincter muscle, Jeremiah was beginning to enjoy the manipulation. The enjoyment was mixed with a displeasure of the growing ache in his cock and balls. As the fingers ran across Jeremiah’s prostate he would find his body shivered with pleasure, which also caused his aching cock to pulse within the contraption confining it’s engorgement.

This only caused further throbbing and aching, though Jeremiah could also tell there was a steady stream of pre cum drooling from the opening of his cock and collecting into a puddle is his thatch of pubic hair above the shafts base. The puddle cooled in the air of the room. In Jeremiah’s hyper sensitive state, the tendrils dripping down his sides from this puddle were like icicles cutting through the heat of his skin. The obvious enjoyment his body felt contrasted with the terrified violation his mind was going through. The confusion, the anxiety, the fear, the pleasure all brought Jeremiah to an oddly comforting apathy. Eventually his body lie lax in his bonds. His vocal cords, harsh now from screaming, only came to life for the eventual moan or grunt. The mans four fingers slid in and out of Jeremiah’s hole with almost no resistance from the muscles. the unremarkable lips beneath the rubber hoods mouth opening smiled a very satisfied grin, showing for the first time that the smiles barer had any emotion for the situation.

The fingers left Jeremiah’s stretched opening. He felt empty. He felt lonely. He was cold and hot at the same time. His body ached from fighting the restraints as did his cock and balls. He was little more then a violated hunk of meat reserved to his circumstances. Terrified to actually acknowledge what was taking place and at the same time unable to escape it’s reality. He couldn’t help but feel the loss of fullness. The aching throb of his cock. The cooling puddle of pre cum collecting and dripping down his sides continuously. The phallus stuffed in his mouth as well as the drool pooling in the sides of the hood strapped snugly over his head. The bonds at his ankles, wrists and waist. The sounds of the chains echoing through the room was no longer starling. The chill of the room didn’t seem as harsh. His heart and breathing seemed to have reached a steady rhythm. He was almost euphoric.

The calm moment was only marred by a low rustling as the apparent captor rummaged inside of some sort of bag Jeremiah couldn’t quite see. Jeremiah idly listened to the motions taking place outside of his vision. He heard a zipper, the sound of canvas or nylon rubbing itself as it was moved. He heard a few clunks and scrapes of metal here or there. The metal pieces were drug along the concrete floor to Jeremiah’s exposed end. Another bag was un zipped and opened. A few more sounds of rummaging and the tormentor produced a large dildo. It was larger then the mans four fingers had been. escort eskişehir Large enough that his rubbered hand could not encase it’s latex shaft with a space of about two inches between the fingers and thumbs. The man plopped the large latex cock on top of Jeremiah’s stomach, in his plane view, and went back to the metal pieces.

As Jeremiah stared at the dildo which he had no doubt would soon be buried deep within his guts, he also listened to what sounded like the man assembling something. The familiar clank of metal pieces fitting together, the screech of metal on metal as bolts were turned into place. While his physical self hardly reacted to the obviousness of what was to come, his mind wondered if it would be able to handle it. Soon the dildo was lifted off of his stomach, and he could feel it being pressed against his prepared hole.

The man worked slowly, stretching the hole open even more a little at a time. The head was barely even into the hole before he could see the body reacting to it’s pressure. Jeremiah’s cock throbbed and pushed out a bit of pre cum as the head was rotated and pressured into his strained hole. The man was patient and calm with his progress. He pushed in and out slowly and with persistent measure on the pressure, adding a little more bit by bit as the large dildo worked it’s way in. He removed the phallus from the entrance to Jeremiah’s bowels several times to add more lube to the shaft and head. As the false cock was worked deeper and deeper into his hole, Jeremiah began to moan into his gag.

He could feel the body of the intruder working past his prostate slowly. Meticulously. He saw the mans head tilted down, allowing the lens covered eyes to watch intently as the man worked the hole with the dildo. He was succeeding in burying the thing more and more. Finding the right direction to continue the push of seminal fluids with the dildos every movement. Sliding the entirety of the shaft in and out of the hole, making sure as much of the friction as possible was centered on Jeremiah’s prostate. When he had the dildo sliding in all the way to it’s base inside of Jeremiah’s guts as well as the pressure positioned so it would constantly push and stroke Jeremiah’s now sensitive prostate over and over, the man affixed the dildos base to an arm coming out of what Jeremiah recognized as a fucking machine.

The man stood back and took a look at the dildo secured in place by the well stabilized and unrelenting fucking machine. Everything was positioned perfectly. Jeremiah’s cock was bobbing as it throbbed and drooled held tightly by the tight rings of the device affixed over the bloated appendage. His hole was wrapped snugly and excessively well lubed for the large dildo buried deep inside of it. The machine was positioned so it would move the dildo in the same motion that the man had seemed to get the best result with while he worked over Jeremiah’s puckered entrance. It’s feet were solidly held down by weights and it would not move if Jeremiah attempted to clamp his muscles at any time. The scene was perfectly prepared.

The man held a box in his lube covered rubber gloved hand. It had simple dial controls on it’s face which he began to slowly manipulate bringing the fucking machine to life. Jeremiah’s head lulled backward and a suppressed moan came from behind his gag. His cock throbbed with a quickened rhythm and his body went into small spasms as the cock in his ass moved incredibly slowly in and out of his body. He could feel it’s long, drawn out movements rubbing along his prostate as it went. It felt to him as though his cock were being stroked from behind it’s flesh. His hole was sore and stretched but moved smoothly over the device as it moved. In his relaxed resignation, his body allowed the waves of pleasure to rake over his body from his head to his toes. A pleasure full burning sensation was building within his being. The speed of the cock within his ass picked up with a noticeable kick and his moaning began to flow out uncontrollably.

Behind the snug leather hood and cock shaped gag drool was coating Jeremiah’s face in unchecked copious amounts. It mixed with sweat to play along the features formed by Jeremiah’s contorting face. His body was writhing, his mind was lost, his cock was reacting to ever inward and outward thrust and his ass had completely given into the unrelenting intruder. The man held the box into Jeremiah’s bleary view and noticeably cranked the machines speed up. The cock in Jeremiah’s ass was pounding in and out, there was no waiver in speed or pressure, no mercy, no weakness, the pistoning kept coming over and over again with no sign of waning .

The shaft of the invader rubbing and pushing against Jeremiah’s increasingly sensitive prostate. The cock pulling out every single time to the base of the head then slamming back in to it’s base at an inhuman rate. Jeremiah let his eyes roll into the back of his head as his moans turned to hysterical laughter. His mind was awash with warm pleasure. His body felt as though it were being blanketed by the most comfortable warm sheets he’d ever felt on his skin. His cock was pouring out bolts of cum which splashed over his chest high enough to thud against the leather of his hood. He could smell the seaman as it was birthed into the air with ratcheting spasms over and over again.

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Armando’s Point Of View

“Oh.. G-god!..ahh..Armando!”

I stood there fully naked and unashamed. I pursed my lips to keep myself from moaning as I stroked myself to the sound of his calling. The sight before my eyes has me entranced despite having just completed my own chair session. My craving for this man couldn’t be satisfied by that damn chair. My shaft was as hard as a metal rod again. I spat in my hand and tightened my grip around my cock, moving faster and faster trying to match the rhythm of the tube around Kaj’s cock. What I wouldn’t do to be that tube right now?

“Ahh..! F-fuck..Armando.”

He cried out and choked off a gasp as the tube was yanked away. Then his load shot in the air and landed on top of his already cum covered abs. A little pool gathered in the middle of his chest, right between his pecs, threatening to spill down the sides as he continued panting. My tongue craved to dip in that little pool and slurp up every single drop. I wanted to taste every part of him. Then I watched as those robotic hands smeared his cum all over his chest and down his navel. Those hands should be mine. I should be smearing his cum all over that gorgeous body.

Then all of a sudden two lust-filled black orbs were staring right at me. Fuck! My breath hitched as our eyes momentarily locked in on each other. My hand came to a halt, still firmly wrapped around my shaft with my thumb over my leaking slit.

“Armando…what…”

I watched as Kaj gave me a look of bewilderedness yet he couldn’t tear his gaze from my naked body. His eyes darkened, staring back at mine. Those black orbs reflected a carnal desire and hungry need.

“Kaj.” I finally managed to utter with a shallow breath. A shiver of excitement ran through my body from his salacious eyes drinking me in, yet I felt no shame, only more lust.

I abandoned all rationale reasoning where one would either run or try to explain themselves. Instead, I took another step forward while our eyes remained locked on each other, and my hand started stroking again.

“Red,” Kaj said and the chair’s hands retracted. That must be his safe word. Kaj sat up and reached his hand out for me. “Armando?”

I took another step closer so I was within his reach. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me even closer. He cupped his right hand over mine that’s holding my hard cock, stroking it with me.

“Shit… you’re real. How?” Kaj gasped and then looked up to meet my eyes again.

“Fuck now. Talk later.” I smirked and continued to stroke myself with his hand over mine. This was not the time for a conversation.

“Let me,” Kaj said before he removed my hand and exuberantly plunged my karabük escort cock inside his mouth.

“F-fuck…Kaj.” I fisted my hand in his hair following his head’s bobbing motion. His beautiful mouth wrapped around my cock tightly, sucking and slurping with zeal. My cock was already so hard, I don’t know how long I’ll last like this. Fuck! His mouth is magical. Then Kaj looked up at me with even more thirst as his mouth kept bobbing.

“You like my cock, don’t you? Tell me you like it. Tell me you want more.”

“Mmm… I…love…it…I want more…mmm,” Kaj answered me with his mouthful, and the vibrating sensation gave me even more pleasure.

Not slowing down even for a bit. Oh God, his mouth felt so good; it’s so warm, soft, and wet. He took in a little more of my cock after each time he pulled back until it reached the back of his throat. He choked a little but he continued bobbing vigorously until my legs started getting weak. I felt the heat coiling within me.

“Kaj… I’m about to…ahh…come.”

“Mmm…come, baby.”

Fuck! My cock was obedient. I stood there trembling as my orgasm hit me in waves of ecstasy. My load shot straight down his throat and he swallowed and continued to suck on it like it was a milk bottle. He pulled away and licked his lips clean once I was completely drained.

“You taste delicious. Just as good as I had imagined.” Kaj said to me.

Once I recovered from my orgasmic high, I pushed him back down the chair and then climbed on top of him, straddling him with my bended knees to the side of his hips. My spent cock slapped on top of Kaj’s now hard again cock that’s laying on his cum soaked abs. He watched as I hungrily licked the cum that’s smeared around his chest. The man tasted as good as he looked.

“Armando…G-god…”

“You taste divine too,” I spoke against his right nipple before I nibbled and sucked hard on it.

Kaj growled as he grabbed me by my hair and pulled my mouth to his. Our tongues engaged in wet open mouth kisses vigorously battling for dominance and eager to devour the other. Loud slurping and wanton moans exchanged between our lips as both our hands roamed around each other’s body, fingers digging into each other’s flesh.

“Shit! Is this really happening?”

“I am real. Now, fuck me instead of this chair.” I grinded my soft cock and let my balls rub against Kaj’s hard shaft.

“Fuck Armando! That’s all I’ve wanted to do, is fuck you so hard you that you’ll beg for mercy.” Kaj groped both sides of my ass cheeks, spread them apart and then back together, making me groan for more.

“Just fuck me then. I can’t wait any longer. You’ve karabük escort bayan been driving me insane. Put your fucking cock inside me. Now! I’m ready.”

Kaj lifted me by my hips and shoved his hard cock right inside me to the hilt. Fuck! I felt his fat veiny cock throbbing, stretching, and filling me. This is how it must feel when heaven and hell meet. Worlds collide. Amazing. I just had my own session and I’m as prepared as I can possibly be, but Kaj’s cock filled me differently. Fuck! Nothing can beat the real thing. Nothing.

“Fuck…gah…Kaj.”

Kaj started to thrust up and I leaned forward to capture his mouth again. Every time Kaj pulled back his own hole fucked against the chair’s cock. The harder he fucked me, the harder he fucked himself.

“Oooh…Fuck!… Armando!”

I felt his cock throbbing inside my hole as my body bounced up and down because he was fucking me so hard. His deft fingers rolled my right nipple between them and he pinched it at the same time as his teeth grazed my left one. Then he started sucking and biting wherever his mouth could reach across my chest and my neck.

“Kaj…ahh….F-fuck!”

I grabbed onto my own cock that was hard again to keep it from swinging up and down. I hung my head back letting him fuck me to oblivion. Even with all that lube, it felt like his cock was fucking growing inside of me. It’s either that or my hole is getting smaller, because I felt my hole stretched further. Fuck! What is his cock made of?

“Fuck!…K-Kaj.”

“God! You’re so fucking beautiful…ahh.” Kaj said as his hand tightened around my neck. Then he ran his thumb around my lips before pushing it into my mouth where I eagerly sucked on it.

“And you look even more beautiful right now being fucked like this. Turn around. I want you to see yourself.”

My legs were shaky and my breath was labored, but I did as told and spun around with his dick still inside me. Kaj pulled me against his chest and peered to the side of me.

“Look in the mirror. Can you see how beautiful you are with my cock inside you?”

“Yes!” My face was all flushed and my chest was marked with red spots all over. I didn’t know he could be so kinky.

Kaj then tucked his hands under my knees and pulled my legs back to either side of my chest, nearly folded me in half, and spread me wider. My hard cock left pointing up against my abs. I instinctively gripped on the armrests of the chair.

“You like what you see now?”

“Yes, fuck!” In the mirror, I could see the back of Kaj’s fat veiny cock inside my hole, slowly slithering in and out of me. His cock looked even bigger this way. I’ve never escort karabük seen a cock inside me like this. How the fuck did that thing fit inside me?

“Ahhh…Kaj!”

Then Kaj grunted as he quickened his thrusts. My heart pounded as the pressuring heat in my lower groin coiled tight again. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way his cock moved in and out of me, and the chair’s cock moving in and out of him. His heavy balls bouncing up and down with each thrust. Our sweaty bodies pressed together, and he relentlessly thrusted inside me while I watched myself get fucked. I became a moaning and whimpering mess. My toes curled, and I knew I was getting close again.

“Kaj, please… I’m coming.”

The sight alone was almost too much for me. I was holding onto my last straw but the very moment his cock hit my prostate was my undoing. I felt wave after wave of electric shock pulsate through me as his cock continued abusing the same spot over and over. My load shot straight up to my chin and dripped back down my chest.

“Ahh…” I felt my whole body relax into a puddle as my euphoric release coursed through my body, down to the tip of my curled toes.

“I’m coming too,” Kaj said before he gave me a few more hard thrusts, and then paused for a second before thrusting a couple of more times to empty himself inside me. I watched as his semen gushed out the sides of my hole through the mirror. Fuck, he’s so hot. That was amazing.

He let go of my legs and just leaned against my back while he was catching his breath. After a few minutes, I finally broke the silence.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey. I can’t believe you’re here.”

“I can’t believe you’re here too,” I replied.

“So you heard me?”

Is he embarrassed now? After the way he just fucked me? Well, isn’t that cute?

“Yeah, but I called your name during my session too.”

Kaj pressed his damp forehead against my back and chuckled.

I twisted around to face him. He’s so hot and sexy like this with his after-sex glow.

“So much for taking it slow.” Kaj pulled my face closer for a kiss.

“Any slower I would need to order my own chair, and the chair wasn’t even cutting it. It’s like artificial sugar. It couldn’t kill the craving, just suppressed it.”

“So I’m the real sugar,” Kaj smirked and gave me another peck.

Chup.

“Sweet and addictive, but oh so so bad.”

Chup.

“So are we still on for tonight? We can maybe even catch another movie if you want.” Kaj nuzzled his face against my arm.

“Kaj, your session has now ended. Your copy of your own fuck-chair experience has been sent to the email you’ve provided. I hope you have enjoyed your experience. Please come again and let me pleasure you. Thank you and goodbye.” The chair said.

“Ooh.” Kaj made the sound as the chair’s cock was retracted from his hole.

I couldn’t help it and chuckled seeing the expression on his face. “Hey, I know what we should watch tonight.”

THE END

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One day. 24 hours. That’s all it was. Only 24 hours since we’d last hooked up. When we played together on the bed in a hungover stupor and Jake had fucked me on the balcony at the sunrise.

I hadn’t went back to the bar he worked at and I don’t have his number so reaching out wasn’t exactly something I could do. Instead I had spent yesterday after he left sunning on the beach, chatting with some people in the houses nearby, walking through town, and then enjoying the sunset. My body was still recovering honestly so the break might not have been the worst thing!

But now I was opening my eyes and wishing he was next to me to relive that morning we had spent together 24 hours ago. Now I needed that beach bum’s big cock up my bum!

I rolled out of bed and started a pot of coffee while I used the restroom and took a quick shower. Then I grabbed some pastries I had bought the night before and snacked a little with my coffee on the porch.

Then I started reading the book I had brought with me. But the words on the page just kept transforming to his face. His sweaty, grunting face hovering over mine while he entered me and rode my ass to his completion.

“Fuck me.” I muttered out loud as I gave up and laid the book on my chest and slid my hand into my robe and started to stroke myself. Glancing around to see if anyone was on their porch, but luckily it was early enough everyone was still asleep.

I kept edging myself closer and closer til I was gasping for an orgasm when I heard the doorbell ring.

“Fuck!” I groaned out as I launched out of my horny daze. Then suddenly my feet were under me and I ran to the door. My hardon pressing against the robe. I opened the door really hoping he was there to fuck me like yesterday morning but the doorway was empty.

Just a note on the mat that said, “Be over at 11 pm tonight. Be ready for some rough fun ;).” God yes my dreams were coming true I thought as I pressed the door closed, leaned my head against my forearm on the door and wrapped my fingers around my cock head and orgasmed there in the hallway.

I picked my head up and laughed and shrugged off my robe now drenched in my cum and threw it in the wash. Doing laundry while I went back up to read. My horny head finally clear at least for now.

I finished the laundry and then threw on some trunks again to go sun at the oceanside. Again spending the day sunning and swimming and drinking and chatting with random people nearby.

Then before I knew it, I had passed out and fallen asleep and when I blinked my eyes open. The sun was setting and there was a party at the neighbors house. I slowly woke up and headed back to my place before I heard them calling me over. It was a beach block party they said and every house was invited.

I smiled and accepted and joined them for beer, shots, good food, and soon it was like 10:45 pm and my horny ass had to say goodbyes to the good times because good dick was hard to make wait.

I stumbled home a little drunk after all the shots and a few beers but made it home ok. I walked in and left the lights off except for the one next to the couch so if he came early he would know I was home. I went to my room and showered off again and made sure I was clean and spotless before tugging on a little lace green thong with garters hanging off of it. I smiled as I turned my hips and checked myself out in the mirror.

I was lost in my thoughts checking my own ass out when I heard the doorbell and jumped a little. I giggled to myself and grabbed my robe and tied it around my waist and went down to open the door.

I swung the door open wide to reveal an ever more handsome and manly Jake standing there smiling broadly at me with a 12 pack of beer under his arm.

I smiled back and he pushed his way inside.

“I knew you’d be here beach slut!” He said laughing a little and I could smell whiskey on his breath.

“And I knew you’d come back!” I said teasing him back as I shut the door behind him.

“We did a few shots at the bar after work, but damn I could have come here and gotten them for free next door with that insane party it sounds kayseri escort like they’re throwing!”

“I mean I was just over there and let me tell you random beach visitors throw a hell of a party!” I said as we walked to the kitchen.

He set the beer down at the kitchen island and glanced over at me, “Yeah you visitors sure are a party.”

I bit my lip and blushed as I caught his innuendo. I walked over and stood next to him at the island. He was facing the island, I was resting my ass against the counter, our arms barely touching. The heat was his body was staggeringly hot. “I mean I’m not dressed for a party right now, but I can throw something else on if you want to go check it out for a bit.” I offered.

“You don’t want to party here first?” He said smirking at me as he popped open two beers and handed me one and we each took sips.

“I’ve been waiting for that line all night!” I said giggling and leaning over and up as he leaned down and to me. Our wet lips connected and the heat from his body washing over me. I moaned into his mouth as his hands gripped my waist firmly and he pressed his tongue into me.

“Damn I missed these fucking lips.” He practically growled into me. I just moaned back and kissed him harder. His fingers were digging into my hips, his arms were so strong on me.

My hands went up and lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it away before running my hands over his firm, lean torso. His hands squeezed my sides and then he quickly reached down and tugged the tie for my robe. I gasped as he roughly yanked my robe open.

“Fucking horny little slut…” he said his lips on mine, his lips had curled into a big smile as he saw my lingerie.

“Fucking big dick stud…” I said back before his tongue was in my throat again. His hands were wrapped around me and squeezing my ass in my thong.

Then he reached down, cupped my cheeks and lifted me up, planting my ass on the counter. I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel his cock already hard in his shorts. I reached down to push his shorts down and his big dick sprung up and slapped against my thighs before hanging down. It looked so menacing when hard. Big, drooping, veiny, and it looked angry with how thick with blood it was!

He moaned back as Iwrapped both of my hands around his shaft and stroked his cock. His hands were tweaking, twisting and pinching my sensitive nipples. He kissed me hard once more and then leaned down and wrapped his lips around my nipple. Sucking hard and making me gasp before crying out as he bit me! I moaned as he moved and did the same to my other nipple.

His cock fell from my hands as he leaned back and then up to my face again. “I need to taste that little pussy again.”

Oh fuck that was hot, I thought, this man calling my ass his pussy. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my little lace thong. Really testing the integrity of the front of that sheer piece.

I just nodded my head and let his big hands push my chest until my back was on the counter. The robe was still covering my back but I could feel the cold tile, especially on my bare ass cheeks swallowing my thong.

He kissed my nipples again and then my stomach. His hands gripping my hips while his lips trailed down to my hips, around my cock and to my inner thighs. My legs were lifting up and he tugged my ass to the edge of the counter so my butt was hanging off. He leaned down and planted kisses all over the inside and back of my thighs and then over my butt cheeks. Getting closer and closer to my “pussy”.

My hands held the back of my knees while he groped my hips, ass, and side while his kisses trailed me to the center. I moaned for him and finally he tugged my thong to the side, spread my cheeks, and buried his tongue inside of me in one deep move. My eyes bugged out of my head as he ate my pussy.

“Fuck yes that feels so good, god I love that tongue, taste me, eat me baby!” I moaned to him while he ravenously ate my little pussy.

I could feel his stubble against my cheeks as he dug his tongue deeper into me. Then suddenly I guess it was kayseri escort bayan over. He pulled out and lifted his head and reached up and gripped my hair and pulled me up to sitting and then off the counter. He grabbed my face and kissed me deep again, giving me a taste of my own ass on his tongue.

He pushed my robe off my shoulders to the floor and then spun me around and bent me over the counter. The cold tile stimulating my nipples and torso. His strong left hand was pressed into my upper back, pinning me to the counter while his right hand rubbed my thong covered ass. I could feel the thong material soaked from his tongue and saliva.

He reached back and then smacked my ass. HARD. I jumped when his big hand connected. “Fuck!” I cried out and before I could ask him to take it easy, he had slapped my ass twice more. My left ankle raising up as I naturally tried to move away. But his hand had me pinned.

“Easy god, please!” I begged but he didn’t even answer before spanking me just as hard 3 more times.

My ass was burning and I was sure it was already a deep red. I had a couple tears forming as I swallowed hard and tried to beg for some lighter ones. That just got me 3 more slaps. One on each cheek and then his big hand crashing on the center, his fingers covering both cheeks.

I whimpered, “Please Jake enough!”

“Yeah agreed that ass is red as a fucking strawberry!” He said chuckling a little. Then he reached down and wiped away the small tears that had formed on my cheeks. “Stay there.” He said and walked away.

I stayed on the counter my ass in the air just as he had said and heard him open the fridge and come back.

His hand pressed down on my back and pinned me again to the counter and I whimpered thinking he was going to spank me again but I next felt a cool sensation as he pressed an ice pack against my bright red butt.

“God that feels good thank you!” I told him as he iced my booty.

“Haha no problem, no since in breaking you too early right!?” He said joking and I couldn’t see him but I bet he was winking.

He pulled the ice pack away and then lifted me up and kissed me again. His hands gingerly grabbing my ass. It still burned, but just a little and I could feel myself wanting more. Especially with his big cock pressing into my stomach between us.

“I want to try something with you. Hold onto my shoulders, but jump when I say ok?”

“Ok!” I said laughing a little at how ridiculous that sounded.

“We’re going to 69 standing up, I still need that pussy on my tongue but I bet you need my dick in your throat just as bad huh?”

“I mean for sure haha!” I said as he gripped my waist, told me to jump and he spun me around til my thighs were on his shoulders.

“Fuck yeah!” He said as we got situated. His strong arms wrapped around my low back and gripped me hard. I was secure and his cock was bouncing and waving in front of my face. I took a hand off of his thigh and started stroking him as his face pushed between my cheeks again.

I stroked him for a while making sure we were balanced and then lifted his big cock head up to my lips and let my saliva drool over him. His big member glistened in the light from the living room nearby.

My toes curled as he rimmed my ass and I sucked his cock. I pushed his deeper and deeper. Honestly this was a good angle and his cock was buried in my throat before too long. My throat gripped his dick and I pressed my nose to his balls. Wanting him to bottom out in me.

He had pulled out of my ass and howled like an animal as I felt my nose against his heavy balls. “Fuck yes you little cock sucker!”

I moaned around his shaft and then slid back to the tip and down again. And again. And again. His cock was shining in the little light from my saliva and was throat was stretched to its limits.

I kept deepthroating his dick and he leaned down to plant deep kisses on my butt again. “I want to fuck this little pussy, you want me to fuck this pussy don’t you?” He asked me.

I just moaned deeply around his cock while I kept throating him.

“Yeah escort kayseri this pussy wants my big dick don’t you?”

“Mmm-hmm!”

“You want me to breed that little pussy don’t you slut?”

“Mmm-hmm!”

“Good bitch so get down on all fours for me and get that ass in the air!” He said as his cock left my throat and he pulled my hips away and set me back on my feet. My face was probably as red as my ass from being upside down and stuffed with cock.

I gained my feet under me and immediately dropped to my hands and knees and stuck my ass in the air for him.

“Fuck, little pussy right here on the kitchen tile huh? Couldn’t even make it to the carpet in the living room?” He said laughing as he grabbed some lube from his pocket and starting lubing himself up even more than my saliva.

Fuck I thought that was a better idea. I started to crawl over to the carpet, but I felt his hands grip my hips and hold me in place, just a couple feet away. “Nah little pussy, you want my dick wherever you can get it, I bet you’ll stay right here.

He was right, I didn’t make another move as the tile pressed into my knees and felt his dick press into my pussy, past my thong pulled aside.

“Oh god yes Jake fuck me I love that big dick!” I moaned out as he bottomed out in me. My pussy was getting used to his cock now and he spent so much time prepping me with his tongue I was more than ready to be fucked.

He knew it too. After only a short time entering me his hands reached up and gripped my hair and shoulders and he started to fuck me. His big, heavy balls slapping against my cock and balls through the lace fabric.

I slapped the floor as his dick pushed buttons I didn’t even know I had. My balls were contracting and fuck I think this stud was going to make me cum hands free! It helped that with every thrust my cock pressed and rubbed against the lace of my thong.

From behind his hands stretched around and wrapped around my neck. And he leveraged himself into fucking me harder while forcing my back to arch super hard. I let him ride me, the sounds of sex filling the house as my ass accepted every inch of his big cock.

“Oh god I’m going to fucking cum!” I cried out as he fucked me.

“Good cum for me, my dicks gonna make that pussy explode huh?” He growled behind me.

“Oh fuck yes fuck YES!” I moaned as my cock spurted into my panties. The load splashing into the lace fabric as he kept pounding me through my orgasm. I just wailed as my cock kept cumming. I could feel the lace front getting wet and then dripping through and outside the lace.

My orgasm finally subside but his dick didn’t. In fact he was fucking me harder now. Thrusting without remorse as he pounded my guts.

My moans turned to howls as he plunged into me over and over again. Finally he yelled out “I’m going to fucking bust! I’m going to cum down your throat!”

And he slowly pulled out of me and gripped the base of his cock. I tried to turn and suck him off but wound up with my hands slipping on the sweat and cum soaked tile. It didn’t matter to him though he was already moving to my side and lowering his cock into my lips. I opened up and let him in.

His hips bucked a few more times as he drove to his orgasm and then with his hands crushing my head to hold me in place. He erupted down my throat.

I tried to swallow all of him but he was cumming so much and it was flying out so fast I wound up gagging and spitting out some of it.

He was laughing like a maniac with only the bliss that comes from a big orgasm above me and I started to laugh too as his cock slipped from my lips. The situation was just funny. I was slipping on a sweat and cum soaked tile floor with a little lace thong drenched with so much cum it was a miracle it hadn’t broke from weak integrity!

After I caught my breath I leaned forward and squeezed his cock and swallowed the rest of his cum off of his cock head. He softly cradled my head while I sucked him as his cock subsided. Then I lifted up onto my knees and we smiled as we fell into more kisses.

He said, “I think that party is still raging if you want to face more people with some drinks instead of here?”

I smiled and leaned away a little and glanced down at myself and my little thong. “Think it’d be ok if I went like this?”

He laughed, “Well maybe some socks!” And he winked at me and we pulled each other up to our feet to go shower off together.

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All characters in this story are over 18 years of age

Mum came back from Mrs Philpott’s house looking flustered. I thought nothing of it — mum had been visiting almost daily to help Mrs Philpott and her son Billy. Mr Philpott had died suddenly a week or so before this particular day, they were taking it pretty hard, and mum was showing the strain of being a good friend to Janice Philpott. I still called her “Mrs Philpott” even though I’m ‘of age’ now.

I was in the shed fixing the lawnmower for the tenth time. After a few minutes, mum came out there too, and I could tell she was conflicted by something. She was fidgety and intense, but I knew her well enough to let her say whatever she had come out here to say, in her own time. I was ready to try to start the pesky mower but I tinkered some more, waiting for mum. Finally, she said: “Tommy, I’m not sure how to talk about this, but you’re the only one I trust since your father died. And I need to unburden. OK?”

“Of course, mum.”

“Well, OK. Here goes. I went back to Janice’s place because I forgot the casserole dish and I’m gonna make them another one. I usually only go in the mornings.”

She paused. I said: “OK. Go on…”

“Well, obviously they weren’t expecting me.”

“Who?”

“Janice and… And Billy.”

I put my screwdriver down and wiped my hands with a rag. “I don’t get it. You’re often there. What’s the big deal?”

Mum looked at me, sizing up the atmosphere for her revelation. But she didn’t hold my gaze, looked away, and said: “Well, um… OK. Here goes. They were in bed. Sort of. Understand?”

“No. What do you mean ‘sort of’?”

“Oh hell. I mean, they were doing what a married couple might do in bed, but on the couch in the front room.”

I gulped. I think I knew what she was trying to convey without actually saying it, but I needed to be sure I hadn’t misunderstood so I spelt it out in plain language: “Wait. You mean Mrs Philpott and Billy were, well, having sex or something?”

She wrung her hands and just nodded.

“Shit! OK. Well, um…” (How was I supposed to react to my mother telling me she’d witnessed her best friend committing incest with her own son?)

“Jesus Tommy what should I do?”

“Did they see you?”

“No. At least they didn’t stop.”

“So if they didn’t see you, how did you see them? How can you be sure of what they were doing?”

She looked me in the eye then looked away again. She took a deep breath and said: “I stopped in the doorway. Janice was bent over the arm of the couch facing away from me, Billy was behind her. Tommy, I’m in no doubt. His pants were around his ankles, I saw his butt and he was, well, grunting.”

“Oh my god, mum. Was it… shit. Was it rape?”

She shook her head. “No. Janice was… um… encouraging him. What am I to do, Tommy?”

“Nothing.”

“Huh?”

“They’re adults. It was consensual. I know it’s technically illegal, but…”

“Technically izmir escort bayan illegal? What the hell? He’s her son, Tommy!”

“Yeah. And look what they’re going through — nobody understands that better than you. Each other is all they have left.”

“Tommy, I’m not sure what to think or feel.”

“Mum, just don’t judge them or do anything at least not yet. Try to understand first.”

She was still bewildered and went back inside. I started the mower successfully and got on with the overgrown lawns. Thoughts came into my head. Billy is a thin young man, Mrs Philpott is what they call a “full-figured” woman, meaning she’s not thin. Hell, I’ve dreamed of those tits myself.

In my lawnmower-noisy cocoon of thought, I relived some of the grief when dad died. It was still raw two years later — I’d just turned 18 then and hadn’t even got my driving licence when the police knocked on our door. Industrial accident my ass…

In my mind I saw Billy thrusting into his mother, she was saying things like “Ooh yes baby” and “Fuck me son”. Mum might not understand but I sure as hell did. Many a night I’d spent holding mum while we cried together. She might not remember those three or four times when she held me to her breasts. Or the night we spooned on — and then in – her bed, fell asleep together like that.

She might have been racked with grief, but I recall an awareness awakening in me through those weeks. She had left behind the mantle of ‘mother’ and became ‘woman’ to me. For the first time I recognised her as a woman, a sexual being, not just… well, if I’m honest, not just a provider to me.

And there was that time… She had burst into tears at the sink. I went to her, put my arms around her from behind, one under her breasts and the other across them. I kissed her neck.

As I mowed now, I wondered about that moment. I gulped as I recalled with more clarity now. Yes, it did happen. I had cupped her breasts while I kissed her neck. She held my hands there for some seconds, and the embrace was only broken when I disengaged and moved away guiltily.

That was almost two years ago. Both of us had acted like it never happened. But it did. Why did I break away? Because I wanted to go further. No, not just ‘further’. All the way. While I fondled my mother’s breasts, and she let me — she let me! — I had wanted to go all the way.

She had probably pretended it hadn’t happened out of parental responsibility or guilt. And I had probably put it out of my mind because I didn’t want to focus on the emergent fact that I wanted to have sex with my own mother.

I hadn’t realised it, but I’d stopped moving even though the mower still growled. I shut the throttle off. I had something to say to mum.

I went in through the kitchen door, and there she was at the sink. It was a happy coincidence and I knew how I was going to say what was on my mind now. I stood close behind izmir escort her, too close for her not to be aware of me.

“Mum, think back. After dad died. Right here. Do you remember?”

“What do you mean Tommy?” She stopped peeling the potatoes.

“We were each other’s comfort then. But there was more, wasn’t there?’

“No. I don’t know. Tommy, please…”

I moved closer, trapping her against the sink. Her butt was against me. I reached around her as I had then — one arm across her breasts, the other below them.

“It was like this, mum. Remember?”

“Tommy, please don’t.”

Slowly, but deliberately, I placed my hands over mum’s breasts. I leaned forwards and kissed her neck. She stiffened and repeated: “Tommy, please don’t.” But she made no effort to break my embrace, so I went for it.

“Do you understand Mrs Philpott and Billy now, mum?”

“It’s wrong, son.”

She still stood with her hands on the sink, not exactly ‘letting’ me caress her breasts and kiss her neck, but not doing anything to stop me either. I pressed forwards with my hips. My emerging erection was obvious enough through my shorts and it nestled between her butt cheeks. Her thin cotton dress could not have disguised its presence.

“Tommy. Tommy, we can’t. We shouldn’t. I’m your mother.”

Despite her words, her body betrayed her. A firm press backwards from her hips was all I needed to embolden me to cross the next barrier. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

I gulped at my own audacity. She’d been telling me to stop for some minutes now, if she repeated just once more it was over. My heart thumped wildly in my chest at what might come next. Agonising seconds passed, but she said nothing.

I reached behind her and raised the hem of her dress. She pushed back at me, sensibly making room beside the sink where I’d trapped her and bent over slightly. I bunched her dress up and flipped it onto her back. Now her panties and thighs were right there, and I needed badly to touch her. Shaking, I put my hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. It was warm, moist even. I was sweating, and my cock was achingly hard in my shorts. I hurried to unbuckle them and release my hardon from its confinement. I almost swooned when I saw mum reach back and slip her panties backwards over her butt and wriggle them to the floor.

My mind was hyper-alert and fuzzy at the same time. Mum’s pussy was there, her thighs were open, I had my cock in my hand. Mum’s backside was pale and smooth. Her pussy looked a little shiny, pink. I was lost in erotic confusion, but my instincts knew what to do. I pressed forwards, mum adjusted her hips to get the angle, and it was done. My cock was buried inside my mother’s pussy, all the way, and I was in heaven.

Now that I was inside her tenderest secret place, my desperation gave way to the desire to experience these minutes to the fullest. Mum pressed gently back at me, and escort izmir I met her pressure. After a minute or so, she pulled her dress forwards and over her head and got rid of her bra, and I resumed fondling her breasts, each a little more than a handful, with pointy nipples tickling the palms of my hands. I watched in amazement as my cock slid up to my stomach inside her and came out shining with her womanly essence. She was moaning softly, more like forced breathing than a groan, and a new desire came over me. I wanted to see her orgasm.

I think I surprised her when my cock popped out of her, to be replaced two seconds later with my tongue. I’d dropped to my knees behind her and put my face where my stomach had just been.

Mum shuddered: “Oh god, Tommy. Shit. Oh my god…”

Her pale thighs rippled at the touch of my tongue inside her secret parts. I used my hands to part her cheeks and get right in there, so that my nose was right in her butt unavoidably sniffing in the salt-sweat of her arse just as my mouth drank in the salt-honeyed juice of her pussy.

I kept this up for maybe two minutes until her legs began to jerk involuntarily. I figured my desire to make her cum was working out, but still I didn’t expect it when it burst over her. I could barely keep my mouth on her pussy as she wriggled and jerked against my face, soaking it with fresh juices as she spasmed out a climax that lasted maybe five seconds. I was inexperienced and didn’t know what to do, so I just kept licking up the juice.

Mum reached one hand behind herself and held my head still. She was trembling slightly, I didn’t know it but her afterglow was not subsiding, but was building to another orgasm straight after the first.

This time she vocalised it. “MMMNNNNGAH. Ah AHH, fuck. Oh shit. Oh shit. AAhh, Tom-my!”

I felt proud of myself. I’d seduced her and driven her wild. But my newfound superstud image was soon to evaporate. Even as I began to mentally plan some sort of sexual marathon, mum turned and pulled me to my feet, dropping to her knees in front of me, and before I’d had time to assimilate what was happening I was already grunting towards cumming in my mother’s mouth.

And it was a charged, frantic, desperate ejaculation. I was vaguely aware of her tongue under my shaft and the warm wetness of her mouth, and a gentle squeezing on my balls that must have been one of her hands, but it was all lost in fog as my balls exploded into her mouth, five, six, seven spurts, until I was drained, panting and sweating, chest thumping, dry in my mouth from the sheer electricity of what had just happened between us. Us. Me… and my mother.

The afterglow was short and sweet. My body was satisfied, but my mind went into overdrive. Incest. We’d just committed incest. I needed it, mum certainly seemed to want it. But what the fuck now? She was naked, I was standing in my shorts with my t-shirt still on. How do you look at each other, as mother and son, right after becoming incestuous lovers?

“Oh god. Mum. What did I just do?”

Mum stood, looked into my eyes, and seeing the confusion in me, she smiled and said, “Why Thomas Matthews. I do believe you just fucked your own mother. It’s OK, baby. I understand Mrs Philpott now.”

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I had planned to travel to Manchester after work on Friday, but a major accident closed the motorway, so I delayed my journey until Saturday. Because, I overslept, it was nearly lunchtime when I left, and I arrived at the Cheshire mansion just under an hour before “the start.” Clare rushed me to the bottom of the garden, where our hosts had erected the largest wooden log cabin I had ever seen.

The dark brown wooden structure was easily twelve metres wide, and looked just as deep, was as big as some houses; they had decked the front in double-glazed windows that showed a vast space within. Victoria’s naked husband welcomed me and presented me with an article of clothing.

I swore as he handed me the black garment. “You must be …” I added in exclamation, and he snorted in derision.

“This isn’t bad at all. This is … tame!” The ruffle layered shorts, topped with a giant bow on the waistband at the back, were flimsy and feminine, and he laughed as I turned them over in my hand. “We haven’t got long. They’ll be here soon.”

“But …”

“Just put them on,” Martin snapped, a little exasperated. “Victoria selects what we wear. Last week it was a chastity cage and a French Maid uniform. She’s been nice today because it’s your first visit! I’ll get you some lunch, and there’s a douching kit in the bathroom.”

He prodded me towards a 4m square tiled room that had a toilet, shower and sink, and a couple of large chests. On top of a trunk, Martin had left an unopened enema bulb in a sealed plastic bag, and I used it to rinse my butt clean. I slid the ruffled boyshorts over my smooth, bare body. I had never felt so exposed as I stood, barefoot and half-naked in the central space of his summer house.

The pine lodge was Martin’s pride and joy. The main room was was over 12m long and 8m wide, and was two-thirds of the square cabin. A projector lit up the entirety of one wall, and the hardcore pornography filled the chamber with the blackout blinds over the windows. Martin had arranged a dozen spacious, comfy leather armchairs in three rows, as well as a handful of stools, three large puffies and two black leather sofas.

The back of the log cabin had been divided into two areas – a bathroom, and a kitchenette. Above those rooms, a vertical ladder reached a loft space, which Martin called “his bedroom.”

I was amazed at the amount of alcohol Martin had in his floor to ceiling fridge in the small kitchen. “Three different types of lager, ale, cider.” He said gesturing at the shelves full of bottles. “Snacks are here. All the guys have their favourites. We have vodka for shots too. Whisky for Jay, Luis, and Ricky. Rum for Paolo.”

“You remember all this?” I asked.

Martin’s eyes twinkled and nodded. “You don’t want to get Ricky’s drink wrong. You won’t forget it again.”

“Is there a list?”

Martin shrugged. “I know it. Kyle knows it when he is here. Chris knows it when he comes. We soon learn what the guys prefer. They’ll often tell you anyway what they want, but it’s good to remember.” He showed me where he kept the plastic drinks containers in the kitchen and exhibited two trunks of sex toys in the bathroom, as well as the collapsed massage table in the main room. I felt like he had avoided something. There were secrets he hadn’t explained.

I didn’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to understand why there were bottles of personal lubricant secreted on eight shelves in the main area, alongside butt-plugs and condoms, or the CCTV cameras in every room, but I felt there was something he was not telling me.

I didn’t know what the secrets were. I didn’t know what to ask. Martin, and his associates, were much further along the bisexual cuckolding route than I was with Clare. He knew this, but Victoria had suggested that we join them for their weekly session – rarely cancelled – and that I was “ready.” My “wild time” with Benji and his friends was “proof” of this.

Clare giggled when she relayed this comment to me, but she would not detail what the afternoon completely entailed. Other than, Victoria’s friend would bring his footballers to the log cabin to watch a live stream of the football match. He would take the best performing players into the house to fuck Victoria, Clare, and any other woman present, while the cuckolds would wait and serve on the rest of the team. Martin warned me there may be some cum spilt, and that it wouldn’t be mine.

We felt the vibrations of the vehicle’s motor before we heard anything. Martin glanced at the clock on the wall and smiled. “A few minutes early,” he remarked. “They must be keen. They always are when there are new holes.”

“New holes?” I squealed. Martin pulled me to my feet and held open the door to the summerhouse. A few moments later, the door slammed on a minibus on the track behind Martin’s property and the beefy black man cockily strode through the gate.

“Coach,” Martin muttered deferentially, and I realised he was the man who had impaled Clare the week before. He was ığdır escort bayan over fifty years of age, but his robust, stout, muscular body, and domineering look oozed power and control.

“Only got eight of my boys today. A few of them have tickets for the Manchester derby later. They’ve taken the train in.” He chuckled at Martin’s expression and waved his finger. Martin twirled and the dominant bull admired the ruffled shorts of the millionaire cuckold. “Theo. Devon. Wes. You’ve earned pussy!” He looked at me as he spoke, and my eyes widened as three muscular black men broke from the small gathering of footballers behind him. “They are going to stretch your wife’s cunt,” he told me with a chuckle. “And play with her in the hot-tub. Does that make you hard?”

I blushed. Of course it did. And when I didn’t answer, there was a cruel snort from his nose. “You white cucks are all the same. Look after my boys, treat them well,” he demanded. “Oh, and it was Ray and Scott that got the goals.” He winked and Martin, and with a swagger, strode down the path, heading across the manicured lawn.

The remaining footballers, in their navy football club tracksuits, filed towards us.

“Anthony,” Martin said deferentially, as a ripped black muscular beast sauntered past him. I guessed he was in his early twenties, but he said nothing as we welcomed him into the summerhouse. “Please make yourself comfortable.”

Paolo had a Latin American appearance. He’d unzipped his tracksuit top as he proudly displayed his bulging muscles on his short frame.

Jordan ran his hands over the soft shorts adorning the waists of Martin and I. “How did your trial go, Jordan?” Martin asked, with the demeanour of an interested butler.

Jordan beamed. “Excellent. They’ll let me know. I did good in the game at the end. And I caught up with another guy’s bird afterwards. She could do amazing things with balls.” He chuckled, slapped Martin on the backside, and sauntered into the wooden lodge.

Martin smiled and nodded at the next player in line. “You had a trial too, didn’t you, Ray?”

“Next week,” a tall mixed-race man replied gruffly as he strode into the warm summerhouse.

“Scott,” a wiry thin footballer in his early twenties said, introducing himself. “Star winger, goalscorer and top fuck merchant. And you’re going to be sucking my cock in about twenty minutes.” He smiled as he spoke in his Newcastle accent with a cheeky grin. “I’ve not had a fuck for three days and t’ese balls have some cum to drop in a slut. Y’know?”

“Shall we get some beers in and get you comfortable, then?” Martin suggested. The pornography on the projector had changed to an illegal live stream of a Premier League match, and the five football players had settled into the large leather armchairs in the front two rows.

“Anthony has an American lager. It has to be super cold, so take it from the back of the fridge. Scott has a scrumpy cider. He gets so pissed on those. And so randy when he’s drunk. Be careful with him, he’ll fuck with your mind and your butt.”

On the worktop Martin lined up five plastic tankards. I grabbed the drinks he had told me and poured them into the first two vessels.

Anthony and Scott had sat next to each other on the second row, and they took their refreshments with a courteous nod of the head. “Pizza, nuts, crisps, chips,” Anthony barked at me, and he unzipped his top.

This was how the first thirty minutes of the match went for me. As the game developed and Arsenal mounted attack after attack, I waited on Scott and Anthony. I cooked the pizzas in the small oven and served at their beck and call.

When I wasn’t refilling their glasses or replenishing their plates, I lingered by the side of the room. A mere click of the finger was all what they needed to summon me.

Martin was busier. He had three men to service, and they were rowdy and bawdy. He never got a moment of rest as he scurried back and forth to the kitchen.

Shortly after Arsenal fell behind, Ray pushed his tracksuit bottoms to his knees. Martin’s eyes widened. He glanced at me and then stared at the crotch of the mixed-race player.

The moment I heard the tinkle of fluid hitting the vessel, I knew exactly what he had done. I stared transfixed at the laughing man. My cock hardened the instant he presented the half-full tankard of pale-yellow amber liquid to Martin.

I watched in abject horror and intense excitement as his lips touched the warm pee of the leering player. Surely, he would not do what it looked like he was about to do?

Ten seconds. That was all it took for Martin to sink every drop of that pale pee. Every moment taken by laughing, sneering and howling of enjoyment. To degrade the cuckold. To humiliate him. To strip him of dignity.

Martin was “dirty.” He was a “slut.” He was “enjoying it,” and “loved every fucking drop.”

“You can have mine a little later,” Scott whispered in my left ear and caused ığdır escort bayan me to jump in fright. His hand rested on my ruffled shorts and patted my buttocks. “You know, the goalscorers get to force you to drink their piss. One per goal.”

I gulped. “Oh…”

“Oh yes,” Scott whispered. “You drink it. Or let me put it wherever I want. I scored a hat trick once, and I filled Martin’s butt with piss!” He sniggered and passed me his empty beaker. “Top it up! With cider.”

My hands trembled as I took the glass from him. Fear, excitement, I didn’t know. I had only ever drunk Clare’s waste and never as much as what Ray provided for Martin. It scared me. I’d never been so excited.

I felt almost disappointment when he walked into the small shower and toilet room, and winked at me. It was a mind-fuck. He was teasing and playing with me.

As was Anthony. The short-haired, tall, muscular midfielder. His topless ebony chest glistened from the projector light, and he clicked his fingers at me. His glass was empty.

When I returned with his lager, his tracksuit bottoms were pooled around his ankles. His cock was erect. His expression demanded attention. One glance at his stout prick told me what he wanted.

My heart fluttered once more. I knelt in front of the black athlete and said nothing as my lips closed around the chocolate tip of his rigid dick. Veiny. Long enough to fill my slutty mouth, but not long enough to choke me. He grunted as my mouth slid down his leaking cock.

Pre-cum – glorious, manly, delicious pre-cum – milked onto my tastebuds. An engaging, musky taste of masculinity. I could smell his scented shower gel on his body, as my nose bobbed against his shaven crotch.

I ignored the catcalls and sounds behind me. I felt a drop of cold liquid touch the small of my back, doubtless from the men in the seats in front holding their cold drinks, turning to watch the half-time entertainment.

Nothing had made me as horny as this. I was centre stage in a world of masculinity. I had never felt so powerless and powerful. My tongue circled his frenulum, and my lips sucked on the sensitive head of his cock.

He groaned and grunted. The ebony midfielder’s resolve melted with the luxurious, wet touch of my mouth. His smooth, muscular legs twitched under my hands. My fingers grasped the base of his thick, black cock, and my head bobbed over his delicate cock head, swishing my tongue across his piss slit.

His firm, powerful hands gripped the back of my head and he bucked his hips. He panted, glanced down at me, over his topless, textured body with a dry, dominant smile. He smiled as he grunted. His prick pulsed and the first jet of his thick cum landed on the top of my mouth.

I sucked his squirting dick. I milked every drop of his essence from his spasming cock and swallowed greedily, tasting his strong aroma and overpowering muskiness.

I firmly ran my hand from the base to the tip, squeezing one last creamy pearl from Anthony’s, black meaty dick, before the cock slipped from my mouth.

I looked up to see Martin bobbing on Ray’s firm dick. The lithe mixed-race winger was enjoying Martin’s well-used experienced lips to satisfy his horniness.

Scott didn’t allow me to watch. I wasn’t in the summerhouse to be a voyeur, but to serve – both the alpha athletes and the alcoholic drinks.

The slender, nippy winger fixed me with a stare and spoke in his Geordie accent, ordering me onto my knees, level with his long, thin cock.

Anthony chuckled, now sated. He lent back in his leather armchair to watch my lips touch the circumcised purple tip of the good-natured footballer.

Scott oozed control. His legs wide-apart, his tracksuit bottoms, discarded. His prick stood erect and his hands grasped the back of my head, pulling me down onto his skinny member.

My cock strained at my ruffled panties. My eyes swam with desire as I gobbled every inch of his slender dick, so that it tickled my gag reflex. A delight; I slurped on his leaking prick with gleeful abandon as he rubbed his hands through my hair.

A soft, smooth manhood rising from a smattering of trimmed fuzz. Sapid, musty, manly smell of exertion that tickled my horniness. My fingers danced over his balls and gently encircled the base of his firm prick.

I loved it. I adored every moment that caused him to pant in desperation. I adored slipping my lips over his silky flesh and running my tongue over his rippled frenulum.

I worshipped his cock. Every touch of his prick sent sparks into my crotch. Anthony was the warm-up act. I was sucking Scott’s dick like it was the best thing on the planet.

At that moment it was.

At that moment, my entire world was in front of me. A lustful fog had clouded my brain, and I thought of nothing over than the wonderful svelte dick that I was gleefully leaking pre-cum into my slutty mouth.

Scott groaned and squealed. He encouraged me with humiliating escort ığdır and degrading insults that made my lust rise further. I knew I was a slut. And a cocksucker. I knew that my mouth was making the powerful footballer feel fantastic.

That’s what I did. That’s what Martin did. That’s what submissive bisexual cuckolds do. We make alpha males happy.

And Scott was on the brink of cumming. I felt his cock twitch. I heard it in his voice. A resignation that my wanton mouth had drawn that climax from him. He was at the point of no return.

My cock sparkled. Anticipation rose inside of me. I needed it. I desperately needed to feel the first spasm. I doubled down, licking the underside of his cock as my lips massaged the purple head of his smooth, supple dick.

He panted, grunted, and his prick trembled. “Fuck … I’m … Oh Shit!”

Not one wave or two, but several surges of his seed fired into me. I never stopped. I continued to gently knead his cock with my lips, drawing every drop of cum from Scott. Caressing every last spark of enjoyment from him.

He patted the top of my head, and ran his hands through my hair, gasping for breath as I looked up at the near-naked footballer.

“Scrumpy and pizza, ya fuckin’ fag!” He said, with a smile.

I served all five footballers drinks and snacks while Martin lapped at Paolo’s stiff member. The man was a serious athlete – hardly a pound of fat anywhere on his highly toned Mediterranean body, and I felt envious.

My blood was up. I would happily service every single one of those horny footballers. I wanted more. I needed more. I eyed Jordan, the team’s poacher, and he looked at me.

“Well, it ain’t gonna suck itself.” I needed no more encouragement and placed two hands either side of Jordan’s waist to slide the tracksuit bottoms to his ankles. “He’s fuckin’ eager!”

I was eager. And every other insult he threw at me. I didn’t care, they only made me hornier. I wrapped my lips around his cock, bobbing free. A thick, meaty prick with a bulbous purple head. Shaved, too. And delicious.

He tasted of domination. He smelt of man. He exuded power. As he should have done.

“Faster, bitch. The game’s starting.”

I bobbed, quicker and quicker, on Jordan’s weighty member. I grunted as his cock swept through my lips. My left hand grabbed the base of his hairless dick, my right passed over his impressive body.

He groaned. Louder and louder.

He grunted. Deeper and deeper.

He gripped my hair and ground his crotch into my face. I was nothing but an object or a vessel for his lust. He desperately needed to climax. He had witnessed every one of his teammates getting sucked to satisfaction by the cuckolds serving them, and he needed to bust his nut. He needed to expend his energy.

And I was thirsty for more cum. I wanted to feed my inner slut. I felt his prick twitch and tasted every drop of his lust. I needed his orgasm as much as he did. I wanted Jordan to blow his balls down my throat as much as the pacey striker wanted to.

He panted. “Ya fuckin’ love this, don’t ya cocksucker?” Of course I did. I drove my lips around his cock head and gulped as my mouth swept down his cock, sucking strongly on his spasming dick.

“Some fucking slut here. Real fucking fag. Gagging on my dick. He’s lovin’ this. He needs it, don’t you? Fuckin’ need it.”

“Well, give it to him, Jordan. Feed the fag,” Scott called, staring me directly in the eyes as Jordan’s prick throbbed, and he groaned loudly.

Thick goo splashed across my tongue. The unmistakable essence of the confident stud as the milky cream pooled in my mouth. Several squirts. Several waves. Several grunts.

I was on edge. I could feel the dampness in those abbreviated ruffled shorts. I looked for another cock to suck. I needed more.

“Tek the panties off!” Scott demanded in his rough accent, as I rose from the floor, wiping my mouth of the remnants of Jordan’s emissions. “Hard as a faffin’ rock!”

I blushed when the ruffled black boyshorts hit the deck, and my erect cock bobbed free. Scott giggled and sat back in his armchair with his scrumpy cider in his hand.

Arsenal equalised a few moments later that elicited some cheers in the room and then fell behind once more to a scorching strike from the edge of the box. Bawdy chatter continued as we served drinks.

Fifteen minutes from the end, Scott slipped his prick into the tankard and released, and filled the pint glass with his almost clear piss.

Warm, steaming pee. He chuckled as he held it out to me. My hands trembled. My mind whirred. My cock stood firmly to attention.

The most degrading of acts. The biggest humiliation. Attention turned away from the game and stared at the cuckold holding the beaker of urine. “Drink it! Drink it!”

Martin smiled. My dignity stripped, my cheeks burnt with shame. I closed my eyes and brought the glass to my mouth. The smell scorched my nostrils. The taste scorched my tongue. The strong acrid sensation exploded across my lips as the liquid flooded into my me.

I gagged. They laughed.

A cruel roar of amusement. I was a disgrace. An affront of decent people. Yet with every slurp of Scott’s pee, and every debasing word, my horniness rose. My cock pulsed. My arse twitched.

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* * * * *

Moving to Detroit was a huge change for us. We’d lived in a town of 5,000 for our entire lives, but wishing to be closer to my two grown children attending a small private college, I moved my entire family, including my eighteen-year-old twin sons, 250 miles north to a city of millions.

I found the large industrial city very nerve-wracking, but I felt all of my children needed me, and following the tragic loss of their mother in a freeway accident, they were all I had left.

Luckily (within a sea of not much luck at all during those tragic days), my wife’s life insurance policy (she’d been a lawyer, while I’m the writer of a couple of decently received novels) paid off all our debts, and even left us a decent nest egg for emergencies.

Also luckily, I was offered a job as a creative writing professor at the same college my two older children were attending, and my hours were light enough that I had some spare time to finish my third novel.

I enrolled my two twins (Philip and Michael) at a private school to begin their senior year, a perk of my new job, and I also qualified for living accommodations just off campus… so I was close to my son Jason and daughter Michelle, who lived in the dorms.

Upon my arrival, I immediately noticed both Jason and Michelle were different somehow, although I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was… just something…. except that Jason was a lot less outgoing then he’d ever been back at home, while Michelle was more outgoing, the polar opposite of her somewhat shy demeanor back home.

I also noticed she now had a tattoo, a black spade with a flesh-coloured Q remaining un-inked inside it, on her lower back. When I asked her about it, since she seemed the least likely of my four children to acquire a tattoo, she said it just stood for her mom’s middle name, which had been Quinn. That made sense to me, and even though I’d always disliked tattoos, she was an adult now, so it was her body and her choice.

I also couldn’t quite identify what, but there was something off about the college as well. For example, although the breakdown was likely twenty percent black, fifty percent white, and thirty percent other races (there was a sizeable number of Asian and Hispanic), it appeared that the black students ruled the roost. The student body president and vice president were both black students, the quarterback was black, and even the male lead of the upcoming musical Grease was black.

Now I’m not racist at all, and at first I was enthusiastic about such a great pro-active college. But the longer I taught there, the more signs I witnessed of a strange sense of entitlement among the black students.

For example, just to show you I wasn’t being racist, that I was simply noticing what I witnessed without judging, during the past five straight classes, a black student named Jazmine sitting in the front row had a white girl massaging her feet. It was like she was almost challenging me to rebuke her for it, which I didn’t, for I was more bewildered than dismayed. Plus, Jazmine always had a smug look on her face whenever I looked at her.

Seeing the star football quarterback with a white girl on each arm was also a little surprising since he was black, as was the time I hurried into a student bathroom, unable to make it to the faculty one in time, and witnessed a pretty redhead being fucked by a black student. And not hidden away in a stall, but right out near the sinks for anybody (such as myself) to see. They didn’t appear to notice me, but it was pretty obvious she was enjoying the fucking… and stranger yet, since she was almost naked I could see that she too had that same Q of Spades tattoo. I did my business and was just leaving, when I heard her cry out loudly enough to be heard in the hallway outside, “Yes, you wonderful black bastard, come in my cunt with that big black cock!”

I scurried out with my cock hard from what I’d witnessed. Clearly almost two years without sex was getting to me.

Then suddenly one evening, everything began making sense.

I’d forgotten my iPad in my office, so I went back after hours to get it. It was around nine, and I saw the lights still on in lecture hall four. I wasn’t the last one using that hall, Professor Harris was since he had a psychology class after mine, but that was a few hours ago, so I figured I’d go in and shut the lights off.

But as I opened the door, I was in for another shock… this one more extreme than my bathroom walk-in two days before.

Professor Harris was still there, and he was bent over with his hands on the podium, his pants at his ankles, while Jamal, a top student in my creative writing class, was fucking him from behind.

“Oh God, fuck me,” Professor Harris, a good-looking white man in his late 20s, moaned.

“Yes, fuck him, fuck kars escort his ass good,” a female voice cried out, as I turned to my right to see Jazmine sitting in the same seat she usually occupied, but instead of enjoying a foot massage this time, she had a woman between her black legs, clearly eating her out.

No one saw me at first, as everyone was preoccupied, and Jamal asked, “Do you enjoy seeing your wife eating that black pussy?”

His wife? The other Professor Harris?! Mike Harris was the English professor who’d given me a tour of the college once I’d accepted the job. His wife Elaine, also a professor here, was incredibly good looking, and she always wore nice skirts and pantyhose… which I appreciated, having always had a thing for nylons.

“Yes, she looks amazing between Mistress Jazmine’s legs,” Mike replied willingly, with a moan.

“Think she’d like my dick in that white pussy of hers?” Jamal asked, as he really drilled the male professor from behind.

“Perhaps,” Mike moaned, as he watched his wife licking away between a college girl’s legs.

“Do you want my boyfriend’s black cock in your hole, slut?” Jazmine asked Elaine.

“I don’t know,” she replied, her voice muffled by Jazmine’s pussy, but just loud enough for me to hear. “He’s so big.”

“I think you do,” Jamal said.

“Oh, if your faggot husband can take those ten inches in his ass, I’m sure you can take them in that virgin pussy of yours, Jazmine analyzed wickedly, finally glancing up and seeing me.

“I’m not a virgin, I have three children,” Elaine denied, while I should have turned and fled, yet I felt unable to move, so captivated and shocked by everything I was witnessing.

“Until you’ve had BBC in that white snatch you are,” Jazmine argued, then added, pointing at me, “it looks like we have a Peeping Tom.”

Everyone turned to look at me and I stammered, “S-s-sorry, I just saw the lights were on.”

“And then you decided to be a perv and watch,” Jazmine accused.

“No, I was just surprised,” I denied.

“Well, come over here and take a closer look at your surprise,” Jazmine invited arrogantly, as she pulled the married Elaine back between her legs, and Jamal didn’t slow down his drilling of Mike’s ass, whose cheeks went bright red as he turned away from me.

“I should leave,” I said, even though I wasn’t certain I wanted to.

“No, get over here,” Jazmine ordered in a firm and startling don’t-fuck-with-me tone.

Of course I still should have turned and walked away… this was the kind of shit that got you fired… yet I felt my legs ignoring my logic, as they began walking me towards the surreal sex acts.

“Tell Professor Joe how much you love black dick,” Jamal ordered. On Day One, I’d invited my students to address me by my first name instead of my last, hopefully to build a closer relationship with them (although not this close of a relationship).

“Please, no,” Mike pleaded, clearly completely humiliated to be caught in such a compromised, humiliating situation.

Jamal pulled out, his huge cock suddenly in full view, and fuck was it huge, more than double the size of my just under five-inch dick.

“Do you want this cock, Professor Joe?” Jamal asked, his cock swaying back and forth like an elephant’s trunk.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it… it was like it had magnetic pull, but I answered, “No, no, no, I’m straight.”

“So is Professor Harris,” Jamal said, before adding, “at least he was before he discovered his true purpose.”

“True purpose?” I asked, still unable to take my eyes off of his cock… it was just so toweringly majestic.

“To be like all white men are at their cores,” Jamal said, as he went back behind Mike and slammed his dick back in his ass, “submissive sissies for dominant black men.”

“Oh fuck,” Mike groaned, as he was again being fucked.

“You see,” Jamal explained, “Professor Harris here is mortified to be caught with his pants down, a black student’s dick in his ass, and his wife eating black pussy, yet he can’t do anything about it. He can’t control himself. And you’ve probably heard the saying, ‘once you go black’…”

I’d never heard whatever he was quoting, so I said, “No, it doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Remember he’s from some hillbilly town,” Jazmine excused my ignorance, but demeaningly.

“Right,” Jamal nodded, “Help him out: how does the saying end, Professor Fuck-Toy?”

Mike was humiliated, yet moaning in pleasure as he was really drilled, and filled in the blank with, “You never go back.”

“That’s right; and is it true?” Jamal continued.

“Yes,” Mike answered shamefully.

“Do you prefer my cock, or your wife’s pussy?” Jamal asked, as he drilled Mike harder than I’d ever fucked my wife, or any other woman.

“Your cock,” Mike admitted, every answer he gave adding to his humiliation.

“And if I want to fuck your wife?” Jamal asked.

“That’s not up to me; ask her,” Mike replied with docility, just before he began kars escort bayan to tremble, and I gasped as he shot a load all over the podium.

“Only real white faggots come from getting fucked,” Jamal explained rather matter-of-factly.

“I’m so sorry, Joe,” Mike whimpered.

“Sorry for what?” Jamal asked. “It was only a matter of time before he learned the truth about this school, and his own true purpose.”

“My purpose?” I asked, startled, even though I sensed where this was going.

“You want my dick, don’t you, Professor Joe?” Jamal asked.

“Get ready for my cum, slut,” Jazmine ordered, as I glanced over and saw her really grinding up and down on Elaine’s face.

“No,” I said. “Like I said, I’m not gay.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Jamal said, “I’ve heard that line a hundred times from guys just like you.”

“It’s true,” I stressed.

“You don’t know it yet, but tonight I’ve awakened a side of you that you didn’t know existed,” he said, as he pulled out of Mike, spun him around, pushed him to his knees, and shoved his cock in his mouth.

My eyes went wide as Mike began sucking on a dick that had just been in his ass!

“Yessssssss, slut,” Jazmine moaned loudly, as she came on Elaine’s face.

“I don’t think you have,” I denied, not really buying any of his hogwash.

“Oh, I know I have,” he insisted as he held his palm up to mark a pause in conversation, and then I watched as he pulled out and blasted Mike’s face with a massive facial!

Once again I should have left; yet I remained frozen in place, watching these taboo, topsy-turvy climaxes with students dominating professors, when their having sex together at all could get everybody fired or expelled!.

Once Jamal finished shooting, he slid his cock back into Mike’s mouth and resumed, “So like I was saying, it’s only a matter of time before you too are bent over this podium taking my big cock in your ass, or any other black student’s big cock, or on your knees devouring someone’s big fat black cock.”

“I really don’t think so,” I replied thoughtfully, which I realized afterwards was far from the defiant negation it should have been.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said in the same tone of voice with which that phrase is always uttered, as he pulled out and pulled up his sweats, “I’ve heard that before too.”

“If we gave him only a tiny nudge, he’d probably bend over, drop his pants, and take your cock right now,” Jazmine observed, as she shoved Elaine’s face away from her pussy.

“Yeah, he does look hungry,” Jamal agreed, as he walked over to Jazmine, and solicitously helped her to her feet while her skirt dropped into place, leaving her fully dressed (except I’d seen she wasn’t wearing any panties). “But he’ll have to wait until he’s ready to join the white faggot’s club by his own choice.”

“He’ll be a natural,” Jazmine predicted, looking at me with the same smirk she always had.

I was speechless, as I watched them saunter out arm in arm, as Elaine crawled over to Mike, keeping her head down, and not looking toward me at all.

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” Mike said, wiping the cum off his face with a large handkerchief he apparently carried around for the purpose.

“I can’t believe you didn’t lock the door,” Elaine accused.

“I thought I had,” Mike said.

“How did any of this happen?” I asked, wanting to know.

“It’s how this school works,” Elaine explained meaninglessly.

“What does that even mean?” I asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” she asked me sharply, as if it was an idiotic question.

“No, it isn’t,” I said, annoyed at being snapped at. “I’ve never seen anything so incomprehensible in my entire life!”

“Jesus,” she said.

“Hey, don’t ‘Jesus’ me,” I retorted angrily. “I’m not the one having sex with my students!”

“No, not yet you aren’t,” she refuted me.

“Elaine, he’s not the one you’re angry with,” Mike pointed out, trying to calm things down.

She sighed, as tears were now streaming down her face, “I know. I’m sorry Joe, Mike’s right. None of this is your fault, and apparently nobody has explained to you how things work around here.”

“That’s all right,” I said, immediately mollified. “So how do they work?”

“Well, to put it simply,” Mike said, “this school has a clear hierarchy.”

“How so?” I asked, even though I was already beginning to figure out what was going on.

“For starters, white women at this school submit to black women, and sometimes to black men.”

“And white men submit to black men,” Elaine added, glaring at her husband.

“I’ve said I’m sorry a thousand times,” Mike said.

“You didn’t seem very sorry that first time you allowed Jazmine to dominate me,” she accused.

“You could have refused her,” Mike countered.

“Like you refused Jamal?” she snapped.

“We both gave in,” Mike reasoned.

“You did first,” she countered. “Leaving me with absolutely no support.”

“Anyway,” Mike sighed. “Almost every professor escort kars here is fully submissive to the black students they teach.”

“And you’re the only one who still isn’t,” Elaine added.

“Really?” I asked.

“And that anomaly won’t last long,” she added.

“But I’m not gay,” I reiterated.

“Neither am I,” Mike said.

“Me neither,” Elaine said.

“But…” Mike added.

“But…” Elaine nodded, “whether a Caucasian is gay or straight, black cocks and pussies are completely irresistible.”

“But you two were happily married,” I said, their having been married for just over a year now.

“We still are,” Mike clarified, but then laughed awkwardly, “although it doesn’t likely seem like it, right now in the heat of the moment.”

“Yes, I still love my man,” Elaine said. “I just blame him for the predicament we’re in.”

“One that when you’re being honest with yourself, you thoroughly enjoy,” Mike insisted.

“Says the respectable professor who just shot cum all over the podium!” Elaine was being teasing this time.

Mike sighed, “I know.”

“Okay, now that I’m over my mad, you’re right, dear. Joe, I know it’s crazy, and I’m still wrestling with it, but whenever I remember to accept that I’m a submissive to all of the black female students, I’m content,” she said, “but suddenly seeing you standing there watching my humiliation, I freaked out and forgot to.”

“Sorry, I did think it was locked,” Mike apologized again, receiving the wife glare again.

“Yeah, yeah,” she said.

“I think she’s mostly mad because Jamal hinted she’d finally be allowed to be fucked by him today,” he said. “But then once she’d seen the carrot, he took it away again.”

“That was hardly a carrot, it’s more like a baseball bat!” she snorted. “But if you can fuck him, then why can’t I?”

“I’m not saying you can’t.”

“You want to have sex with your students?” I asked, this whole conversation straying into weirder and weirder territory.

“Not all of them, just the black ones. Didn’t you see his dick?”

“It was hard not to,” I joked.

“Exactly,” she said. “but ‘White Bitches’, as we’re called, aren’t allowed to suck or get fucked by BBC, until we’ve properly submitted to the female students for long enough.”

“How do you do that?” I asked.

“By eating a lot of pussy,” Mike said.

“And taking a lot of strap-on cocks,” Elaine shrugged.

“Yeah, yeah,” Mike said.

“I’m just saying they fuck me good,” she said with a smile.

“And you’re now officially on Jamal’s radar,” he said, looking at me.

“I am?”

“He was already on his radar, let’s be honest,” Elaine said.

“Yeah, that’s likely true,” Mike nodded.

“Well, I’m pretty sure I can refuse him,” I said.

“Yeah, you just keep thinking that,” he said. “Until you can’t.”

“Why didn’t you?” I asked.

“Let’s go for a drink, and we can talk,” Mike said. “Do you mind excusing us Elaine?”

“No, I’ve got some grading to do, and I have Amber Hutchinson coming to my office in forty minutes.” This was a small college, and Amber was another very pretty black woman in one of my classes.

“Enjoy,” Mike said, kissing his wife.

“Oh, I will,” she said, in a tone making it clear she’d be eating some more pussy in forty minutes.

…..

Inside a pub in town, drinks ordered, I asked, “So you weren’t serious that every professor here is submissive to the students?”

“To black students,” he corrected me.

“So you are serious?” I asked, this still seeming unbelievable, and truthfully, more like something you might encounter in a bad porn movie.

“Yeah,” he said, taking a sip of his whiskey. “I know it’s a little hard to believe.”

“A lot hard to believe.”

“Yeah? Well, you’ll become a believer soon.”

“I don’t think so,” I said, even though I had been a little drawn in by Jamal’s enormous black cock.

“Dude, you don’t stand a chance,’ Mike laughed. “I mean the way you were staring at Jamal’s cock, I thought you were going to come over and suck him right there and then.”

“I definitely hadn’t even thought of doing that,” I said. Yes, it was impressive, and yes, it did turn me on, which confused me, but I had no interest in sucking any guy’s cock, especially a student’s.

“Well, you could have fooled me,” he said.

I was about to respond, when he added in more of a warning tone, “Either way, you’re now in Jamal’s sights.”

“You said that before. But I think I can take care of myself,” I assured him.

“Yeah, I thought the same thing… once,” Mike said, a pensive look in his eyes.

“How did it happen?” I asked, completely curious how a married, good-looking man like Mike could end up being fucked by a black male student, while his wife submitted to a black female one.

“Is it okay if I’m very blunt with you?” Mike asked.

“Yeah, I think we’re way past the point of beating around the bushes,” I permitted, ignoring my own innuendo.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s true. So just like you did tonight, I walked into something,” Mike said, finishing his drink.

“Gay sex?” I asked, that seeming pretty obvious.

“Yeah,” Mike said. He paused and then added, “You see, the bathrooms in this school are primarily places where whites go to submit to blacks.”

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I’ve visited our local adult bookstore several times now, usually only when my wife is out of town. I’m not sure I could think up any excuse good enough to explain to her why I wanted to head out late in the evening, alone, and without needing anything at the store. Last Friday night happened to be one of those rare occasions. She was out of town for the evening and not coming back ’til sometime late Saturday. What brought me there on Friday night though, began several months ago.

Like many other guys I’ve run into on the ‘net, I’ve developed, in my early 40s, a curiosity about things bisexual. Who knows where this came from after 30 years of experiencing and thinking only about full, round tits and soft, tight pussies. The home sex had certainly settled down into a relatively infrequent routine. Easy access to the internet, ready pics – particularly on amateur, real people kinds of sites – and anonymous adult chat sites certainly didn’t help. Chat rooms had already led me to a briefly exciting, but potentially disastrous affair with a married woman a couple years ago.

Though I’d promised myself to stay away from them after the affair, the lure of a quick, anonymous, online conversation climaxed by a self-inflicted hand job brought me back quickly enough to the chat rooms. Increasingly, I found myself talking with other guys, first creating elaborate fantasies about our wives, then soon, conversations about imagined contact between ourselves.

At first it felt odd, and wrong. But the more I created elaborate mutual fantasies with guys online, the more intriguing the possibility of something real became. Instant message chatting brought on the voice-over conversations, which led to my secret purchase of a webcam that my wife still doesn’t know about. The attraction of touching another man’s cock gradually became less abstract and more appealing. I even went as far as buying a butt plug and seven-inch dildo to play with…on my own…to take the sensation and fantasy to the next level.

That next level was not the last though as I slid ever closer to something that three years ago I never thought I’d seek. I made my first visit to our small town’s one and only porn shop several months ago. After browsing the aisles of sex toys and girlie magazines until I mustered up the appropriate level of courage, I wandered through the 1970s bead chains that passed for a doorway to the video booths in the back. Ten green pressboard doors shadowed in the dim light appeared, only one with a red light above the door indicating its occupancy.

I entered one booth, far enough away from the occupied one to feel private, and pulled and locked the door behind me. A steel folding chair sat opened in front of a flickering blank green screen. The chair made an awfully loud creaking noise as I sat down. Trying to be quiet since I knew there was someone else nearby, I cautiously fished my wallet out of my back pocket and pulled out a small wad of dollar bills I’d been gathering through the day. As I fed the first bill into the slot, I noted a number of washers of varying sizes screwed into the ankle-to-ceiling walls separating the booths. I guessed at their origin, though none appeared to allow any view in or out of my booth.

My heart raced and my dick surged as I began to flip through the nine channels on the monitor. I learned quickly that a dollar only bought you about three minutes of video. Feeding additional bills in the machine, I settled back to watch. My cock came out soon enough. Then my jeans slipped down to my ankles, my bare ass pressed against the cold steel seat. I continued to flip quickly and repeatedly through the channels, finally settling on a gay video – my first time really watching this kind of scene outside of the free eight-second video teasers on some porn sites. I turned the volume way down so that the stranger in the other booth wouldn’t know the kind of film that had me edging ever closer to orgasm.

I came relatively quickly…at least quickly enough that I still had money left in the machine. As the first shot of cum splashed across my belly, the metal chair in the other booth abruptly screeched across the floor, and I heard the door open. I pulled tightly on my dick as succeeding shots of cum oozed out. I heard footsteps across the room behind me, then they were gone. With the handkerchief from my back pocket, I cleaned myself up, took a deep breath, and left my booth with the videos still running.

I exited the store quickly without making eye contact with the clerk or with the lone middle-aged guy who peered up from the magazine rack as I passed by. Was he the one in the other booth? I had no way of knowing if he was the one who’d cum moments before me, but the flush on my face, I’m sure, revealed the embarrassment and the exhilaration of my minute’s-old ejaculation.

xxx

The next night found me back in the bookstore, retracing my footsteps of the night before. Armed with a new stack of crisp one giresun escort dollar bills, I aimed for a booth in the corner, again a couple doors away from the only occupied cubicle. Entering the corner booth, my eyes fixed on the missing washers on the wall. Small holes, mind you, not more than an inch or so in diameter. Nervous caution took hold of me, and I passed on to a couple other booths, before settling into one without holes.

Again, with my cock in hand and pants down around my ankles I scanned several of the monitor’s offerings, both gay and straight oral films mostly. I heard footsteps come and go from the other booths, never realizing that I’d been in there for nearly 20 minutes, and still without cumming. Feeding my last dollar into the machine I knew I’d either have to head home and finish later, or break the twenty in my wallet.

As the screen turned back to a blank and too-bright green, I pulled up my jeans and took the twenty out. Waiting a moment for my boner to recede just enough, I ventured into the bright fluorescence of the main store. Approaching the clerk, I held out the twenty and asked for some ones in exchange. “How many ones?” he inquired. “What the hell. How ’bout all of ’em”, I replied, trying too hard I’m sure to sound casual. While he took a couple minutes trying to find the crispest bills, I turned around to see several other people browsing the store: A couple of other single guys and two college age girls whispering and laughing by the dildos. I waited, trying to be patient, for the clerk to finish his count and let me disappear into the back again.

I glanced again at the corner booth, the one with the holes in the wall. After twenty minutes of video and self-flagellation, my curiosity pushed me to that door. No one was in the adjacent cubicle, so I entered, locked the door behind me, and fed in a few bucks. My pants unzipped. My cock returned comfortably to my hands as I settled in, once again, to a threesome video with one guy sucking the other’s shaved and massive dick while the buxom woman plumbed the cock sucker’s ass with large black strap-on.

Though momentarily lost in the video and my rhythmic stroking, I immediately tensed when the door next to mine closed and locked. Shadows passed over the two small peepholes in the very thin wall. From where I sat, I couldn’t see who was settling in across from me. I was so turned on, so nervous, so excited at that moment that I had to pull my hand off my cock lest I shoot right then and there.

I heard the zipper on the other side. The video soon found the same channel as the one in my booth. Slowly, and quietly, I turned my chair to face the hole. Right now…at this moment…I wanted to be watched. I wanted to take this next step of showing my cock – for real – live, to a real person. Though the hole was only an inch or so around, I knew by the shadows when he (I assumed it was a he) turned and bent over to peer through.

My cock never felt so hard, or as sensitive as it did right then. I slipped my jeans down below my knees exposing my cock, balls, and thighs to this stranger. I heard no sound from the other side. I could see nothing through the hole, but the light never changed. He never moved.

I stroked my cock for this hidden stranger, slowly at first, trying to allow him room around my fingers to see me. One hand pulled on my shaft while the other fingered my now very tight balls. I came quickly and suddenly, with little warning to me, or to the one watching me. The first shot flew up nearly to my nipple, leaving a dark wet stain across my gray t-shirt. I pulled my shirt up higher as three or four heavier pulses of cum landed on my belly. As the final dribbles of semen dripped from the edge of my tingling cock, I held it out forward for my anonymous neighbor to see. All was silent and still for a moment. I heard his chair back up across the floor, the sound of a zipper again, and then his door opened. From somewhere in the distance, I heard footsteps against the muffled background music of a different film playing for some other horny visitor. And it was over.

I wiped myself up, and tried to clean the cum spot off my t-shirt. There was no way to hide it and I knew I had to carry it with me as I walked back through the store to the exit. As I left the place, a guy, perhaps a bit younger than myself, caught my eye, kind of nodded his head toward me with a slight grin. Was it a look of acknowledgement? I don’t know. All I did know is that in the 15 minutes it took to walk home, reminiscing on this first encounter, if you can call it that, I was half-hard again and unloaded a second time before falling asleep on the couch.

xxx

Over the next few months, I visited the bookstore six, maybe eight more times. Each time, I ventured to the corner booths, the only ones that seemed to regularly contain the peepholes. Sometimes different holes were covered, or new ones had appeared, but I never giresun escort bayan saw holes large enough to qualify as the gloryholes I was beginning to read more about. With each succeeding visit, there were opportunities to watch and/or be watched, always anonymously and always without comment from the other side.

Curiously, I found being watched even more exciting than watching someone else. My cock seemed to tingle more. It became more sensitive when I exposed myself to another person. Invariably, I came too quickly, at least for my fullest enjoyment, rarely taking more than a couple minutes when I knew I had an audience. It seems my orgasms were even stronger and fuller when I was being watched through tiny holes in a dark booth than when I was fucking my wife.

My voyeurs were all guys, as far as I could tell. I got to view a couple of them as well. The first guy I watched had just finished watching me cum. He stood directly in front of the hole, pulled down his pants and stroked himself only inches from the hole. This was my real view of another man’s hard penis. It looked big, though perhaps in hindsight, about the size of my own. He was cut, and very, very hard. I kneaded my sagging, exhausted cock while kneeling on the floor peering through the peephole, a position not unlike I might experience were I sucking that cock. I saw little more than the head of his cock since he stood so close to the hole. Like me, he didn’t last long with an audience. I watched, up close, but protected by the dark green paneling, as his cock spurted and oozed strings of fluid on to the other side of the wall. After cumming, he quickly zipped and left. I waited ’til I knew he was gone, not sure I wanted to see who this stranger was.

xxx

Only once, that I know of, were females on the other side of the wall. I’d noticed them, at least I think it was them, when I’d come into the store and headed into the back. Two younger, Hispanic-looking girls: one small and thin with long black hair and unnoticeable breasts, the other a bigger girl in tight jeans and a tight top showing off some fairly ample cleavage. I’d not thought much about them and was going about my usual video and stroking routine in the corner cubicle, when the door opened next to me.

They never said anything to me, but I heard their soft, definitely female voices next to me. I turned my chair so, as before, my cock and balls faced the two small holes about ten inches apart in the cubicle divider. It got quiet on the other side as I stroked myself for them. I closed my eyes, spread my legs, and leaned back, trying to recreate their faces from my brief glimpse of them as I’d passed through the aisles earlier. I don’t know how or why, but stroking for them, I lasted…and lasted…and lasted longer than I had for any of the guys that had viewed me before.

It was only when I heard them begin to talk softly between themselves – the walls muffling any chance of me understanding what they said – that my balls began to tighten, and the familiar urgency deep in my bowels appeared. I pointed the head of my cock at the hole and emptied myself in three or four short bursts. One of the girls laughed a little too loudly as the other tried to shush her. They too, like the guys before, quickly left their booth before I had the chance to cover up and see who they really were.

I hadn’t been back to the bookstore in a few months, at least not since the encounter with the two girls. There just hadn’t been any real opportunities to sneak away from real life. My fantasies were limited – or expanded, depending on how one looks at it – to casual chatting and camming with other guys and the occasional female. Until last week.

xxx

They say the past is prologue. I suppose that the chat rooms, the webcams, the voyeuring visits to this bookstore simply mark stepping stones across the path to last Friday. I really didn’t anticipate anything more than what I’d already experienced. It’s a small and quiet town here. The bookstore is never really busy…probably no more than five or six others have ever been there at the same time as me. Fantasy, distant at that, is where I thought these thoughts and experiences would always lie.

With my wife off to another weekend class, I returned to the bookstore yet again, late on Friday night. As I walked downtown in the dark, I enjoyed the freedom of my dangling cock under my jeans as I’d chosen to leave the boxers at home. One less thing to worry about while I’m there, I’d supposed. The bookstore had its usual compliment of characters, three lonely looking men wandering the video rentals, and one woman buying something at the counter. Accustomed and unembarrassed now, I went straight back through the beaded chain doorway to the video booths, hardly noticing the faces of the other customers.

Taking up residence in “my” corner booth, I took note of the placement of the three small peepholes, surrounded escort giresun by a small forest of washers of different sizes. Feeding the machine and dropping my pants to my ankles, my cock slowly but smoothly grew in my palm. A new crop of films were on tap since my last visit several months ago. Again, I settled into a threesome video…two men doing the usual things to a young blonde girl and to each other.

Perhaps five minutes into my viewing, the door to the next booth opened, then closed. I didn’t hear the lock turn, but since there were no other occupied booths, I don’t suppose it mattered. Very quickly, I saw the shadow of a face bend down and peer through the middle peephole. I turned my chair to give the face a better look. My balls were already feeling tight. My cock felt ready to spring. I removed my hand, not wanting to generate an eruption right then and there. I let my cock twitch and stand high while my neighbor peered in.

The shadow moved from the wall exposing a thin glimmer of green light to pass through. I heard a zipper and the rustle of pants on the other side…my cue, I guessed, to peek through for a look of my own. The cock on the other side was long and straight. Dark tufts of hair underneath a flat and hairless belly surrounded an already hard seven-inch shaft (I’m guessing) tipped by a long bell-shaped cock head. My neighbor stood, slowly stroking himself for me for a couple minutes, then sat down and inched his chair close to the hole to watch me again.

Though I felt almost too close to the edge already, I gripped my cock and began a quick round of stroking for him. I had to squeeze the base of my balls several times to keep from cumming, somehow managing to hold off the inevitable.

The jingle of a keychain on the other side distracted me momentarily, but not as much as the squeaking, wrenching sound of a tightened bolt being loosened on the wall separating us. It took a moment to register what was happening, but soon enough one of the largest washers, right in the middle of the wall began to turn. It turned slowly, moving with the bolt that was spinning in the center. My heart jumped, realizing that very soon, there would be a much bigger hole between us. Confused, excited, curious, scared, too many other thoughts to properly describe here raced through my brain and my gut. Almost unconsciously, I placed two fingers on the spinning washer, permitting the bolt to turn, until it fell and clattered on the floor.

I held the washer in place for just a moment longer, still not sure what I was going to do. Slowly, I peeled the washer away from the wall, opening a hole perhaps three inches in diameter in the green wall. I leaned back in my chair, my cock slipping to half-hardness from nerves, I’m sure. I could see more of my neighbor now, though still dark. As my nerves raced and my penis twitched, his fingers came through and circled the edges of the new hole.

I’d read enough about glory holes by now to recognize this as a sign to slide your dick through. Christ, but now it was happening, to me, here. I stood and moved closer to the wall, his three fingers waiting there on the bottom of the hole for my cock. With one final hesitation, I pressed my hips forward and guided my cock into the hole. His fingers guided it through to the other side, until my pubic hairs, my balls and my belly were pressed firmly against the cool, green pressboard.

My cock hung there for just a few moments, probably not as long as it seemed, until I felt his hand grip my shaft. He stroked my cock slowly, fingers caressing the head, pulling my cut foreskin up and back, and squeezing gently. I wanted to moan out loud, but I’d lost track of other visitors coming to the neighboring booths or not. I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and let his fingers explore my cock.

Almost without me noticing, his fingers left my cock, quickly replaced by his hot mouth. He didn’t lick or tease my cock with his tongue, but swallowed it whole, taking his mouth all the way to the wall. He sucked me hard, twirling his tongue and lips over the entirety of my shaft and cock head. In moments, he built up a rhythm that had me rocking my hips into the wall, my thrusts meeting his mouth. In the background, I heard the top button of my jeans clicking into the base of the wall with each hump. God, it’d been so long since such a good mouth had swallowed my cock. I didn’t want the feeling to end.

He sucked me for maybe three or four minutes before he withdrew his mouth from my cock. I wasn’t sure why he’d stopped, until I felt the tip of his cock touch the tip of my own. I’ll be damned if there wasn’t a little spark of electricity that jolted through me when I felt that. Though I couldn’t see it, pressed against the wall as I was, the identity of what had contacted my dick was unmistakable.

I was ready now. I withdrew my cock from the tight hole in the wall, and watched as his followed through immediately after. In the dim light of the video screen, the head of his cock glistened. I moved to my knees, much as I had that very first time I’d watched someone else cum through the peephole. This strange new thing hovered now just inches from my face. Already looking solid and rock hard, it just barely fit through the hole, with not much room to spare.

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My name’s Jeff, and I have always considered myself an average guy. Checking out hot looking girls, dating, even married until recently. I look average, 31 years old, 180 pounds, nice looking face, brown hair. Good looking, but nothing sensational, and 100% heterosexual.

That’s why I find it so amazing that I’m sitting here with a major erection, staring at a picture of a hot eighteen year old man’s naked ass. The man’s ass is perfectly rounded and hairless, with his hands on his cheeks, pulling them apart far enough so that the luscious pink puckered rosebud in the middle of his furrow is clearly exposed to my lusting eyes. I imagine that his head, which is not shown in the photo, is twisted around enough that he’s whispering, “Please, lick my hot hole,” with full, tasty lips.

His full balls hang down between his legs and the skin between that sweet asshole and his sack of balls cries out to me to be licked and kissed. His cock, which isn’t fully erect, but rising in passion, just peeks out from under his scrotum from this angle. I imagine that, from the front, his dick juts out a good 7 inches and would fill my mouth and partially into my throat. His hot cum must be very sweet, I decide, as well as hot and sticky, and I’d love to share it with him when I kiss those full lips.

Well, it looks like I’ve come a long way from the average heterosexual All-American type, huh? How did I get from there to here? It all started with a minor auto accident, at least, the kind that looks like it’s minor, but causes all sorts of subsequent events…

I started my day just like the rest, driving home after work in the rush hour crowd in my midsize American city. I’ve driven this route probably 1,000 times and sometimes, as it happens, attention strays. Not far from home, as I was listening to REM on the radio in the slowing traffic, and thinking about a concert of theirs I’d gone to last year, I suddenly felt a push from behind. I looked into my rearview mirror to see a Cadillac sitting about as close to my car as its possible to be, without actually opening the trunk.

I muttered to myself, “Asshole senior citizen,” and started to pull over to the breakdown lane, and the Caddy did so also. I got out of my car, and first inspected the damage. It was slight, but even slight damage to a car these days can result in hundreds, if not thousands of dollars in repair costs. So I was winding up for the inevitable “You weren’t careful…””No, YOU weren’t paying attention” scenario that I just KNEW was coming, when the Caddy’s driver’s side door opened up, and out popped a young guy with what I can only describe as a terrified look on his face.

“Oh, my god, my dad’s gonna kill me! He’s only had this car for 3 days and I just got in an accident. What am I gonna do?”

I was surprised, of course, to see a young guy driving, as in my experience only senior citizens armoring themselves against the world, and obnoxious fat cats flaunting their wealth are found in these giant cars, but every day is a learning experience for me, so I adjusted to the fact. What I did have some trouble adjusting to, were his good looks.

His eyes, which I really noticed first, were sky blue and quite pretty. They seemed to reflect the cloudless sky that day, and they were about as wide and open as I’ve ever seen on anybody, no doubt due to his shock. His hair was light brown, and a long length of it hung over those eyes, just meeting his eyebrows. His body was slim, and I thought after taking a view of him in quickly, kind of feminine. I was startled to find myself interested in him at all.

“Jeez, this is the worst thing that’s ever happened to me,” he continued.

“Now calm down,” I said. “We need to exchange insurance information, and drivers license info at the least. Are you hurt – I wouldn’t think so, but I need to ask…”

“No, I’m fine but I may not be if this car is dinged. How’s your car? I really didn’t mean to hit you.”

“It looks okay, but I’ll need to check it,” I said. “My name’s Jeff, what’s yours?”

“Ryan,” he said, “but right now it feels like Dopey.”

I could see that he was still pretty shook up, so I suggested that we go someplace where I could more closely inspect the damage and he could calm down. So I told him that my house was just a mile back from the next exit, and if he wanted we could go there.

He agreed, and followed me in his car to my house. We parked both cars in the garage, since gaziantep escort I had an empty space ever since my wife took her car in the divorce. Entering the house through the garage, we walked into the family room next to the kitchen.

“Would you like something to drink?” I said. “You look like you’re old enough, a beer okay?”

“Yeah, I’m eighteen, it’s okay, I’d love one,” he said.

After making both drinks, I sat next to him on the sofa and patted him on the leg, and said, “Now just relax and get yourself together, and then we can exchange info and check out the damage.”

He sighed, and rested his head back on the sofa, meanwhile stretching out his cutoff clad legs. I couldn’t help but notice again how slim his legs were, and the lack of much hair on them. I guess my gaze lingered overly long, because he said, “Oh, is there something on my leg? I hope I haven’t gotten anything on your sofa!”

“No, no,” I said, “uhh, I just noticed something on the sofa between your legs, I mean…”

We both looked at each other and started laughing. Here I was acting like a kid, and losing control of the situation! I felt a tingling at the base of my cock as we looked at each other. This confused me, as I only associated that feeling with hot babes in and out of bikinis, panties and other strictly hetero situations. But I won’t say that I’m entirely naive. I could see that he was having an effect on me, and it wasn’t turning me off in the least.

“This is a really nice place you’ve got, Jeff,” he said. “I hope I can get as nice a place when I finish school and move out.”

“Thanks,” I said. “It’s not much, but it suits me, and that’s all I ask for.”

We talked of his school experiences, and I chimed in with mine from years ago, while we each stole glances at each other’s body. Soon enough, our chatter died down, and he looked into my eyes without saying anything at all. I felt a magnetic pull bringing my face closer to his, and our lips soon were only inches apart. We looked apprehensively into each other’s eyes, and I then decided that I’d take the plunge. Our lips met, tentatively at first, but quickly with a crushing, building passion. His mouth opened under mine and I could feel his hot wet tongue enter my mouth, to begin wrestling with my own excited tongue.

Involuntarily, barely conscious of it, we were both groaning and sighing in each other’s mouth. It seemed like we kissed for hours, but it was only a few minutes, and when our lips parted I felt a pang of loss. I looked down between his legs, this time openly and with deep anticipation, and I could see his cock stretching the denim material of his cutoffs almost to bursting. The tip of his dick, still swathed in his jockey underpants, was peeking out of the right pants leg where the material was cut short.

“Wow,” I said. “You are an incredible revelation. I’ve never done that with a guy before.”

“Neither have I,” he said. “But I want to do it some more!” I moved my hand to the end of his cutoffs, and gently began stroking the cloth-encased tip of his penis.

“Me too,” I sighed. “But is this what you really want?” He didn’t answer, but brought his red, full lips back to mine and began kissing me with a passion I’d never seen during my marriage. His hand began unbuckling my belt buckle, and then to the snap on my slacks and gently unzipping my zipper. Apparently, he too had been checking out my crotch, because he began stroking my cock with a delicate, tender touch.

Meanwhile, I had moved my fingers from stroking the tip of his cock, to under his cutoffs, and brought my other hand over to take hold of the other leg, and began tugging his cutoffs down his leg. He rose slightly, to allow the shorts to slip off his butt, and I pulled them down to the floor. As he sat there in his clean white underpants, I quickly noticed a wet spot forming where the tip of his cock met the material. I brought my finger to the spot, and picked up some of the liquid, and brought it to my nose, and then to my tongue. “Umm, you smell and taste delicious!” I said. When my finger went in my mouth, he began squirming around, as his passion rose to even greater heights.

“Let me do you,” he said, as his fingers finished stripping me of my work slacks, and my underpants, too. As he slid my pants down my legs, he knelt in front of me and brought his mouth to my cock. His tongue flashed out and caught escort gaziantep a drop of precum that was forming at the slit on the head of my dick, and his tongue teased inside the slit to catch any more freshly formed juice.

I groaned at the feeling of lust coursing through me, to look down and see this teenager tonguing my cock, and opening his mouth just wide enough to slide the head in. He began doing to my cock what he’d done to my tongue, kissing and wrestling my sensitive cock head with his enthusiastic tongue, while surrounding me with the warmth and wetness of his hot mouth. His hands were gently pulling my pubic hairs in the patch right above my dick, bringing a new level of lust to me couched in the new sensations.

He urged me to lift up my butt off the sofa, so that he could bring a hand under my scrotum and caress my virgin asshole. His index finger gently stroked around my puckered hole, and I could feel the tip of his finger stretching the pucker to allow him entrance. Soon he had his finger buried to the first knuckle in my tight hole, and the feeling in my ass and dick was indescribable.

I knew that if this kept up for long I was going to shoot, and there were way too many new sensations for me to want to stop now. So I put my hands on either side of his head, and gently pushed him away from my cock, saying, “Now I want to return the favor, baby.”

He smiled and nodded his head in agreement, saying, “God, I love the taste of your cock. Do you want to taste mine too?”

“Oh yeah, and a whole lot more!” I said.

He got up from sucking my cock, and sat next to me on the cushion. “What would you like to do now?” he teased, and I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, teasing his tongue with mine, and tasting briefly the precum aroma from his mouth. I brought my mouth over his teenaged cock, marveling at the shape, color and texture of it. I hadn’t looked at many cocks in the past, but this looked like one I sure wanted to get to know better.

The oversize mushroom head of his circumcised cock was dark red, and swollen. I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth. I licked up from the base to the head, and back again until I had swabbed every part of his cock several times over. I enjoyed watching how touching certain parts of that cute dick would make him wiggle his cute butt, and I took the opportunity to slide my hands inside his underpants under his young butt and squeeze his full ass cheeks, then slid my middle finger inside his tiny ass pucker, and began finger fucking him.

After a while I took my finger out of his tight asshole and put it up to my nose to smell his hot male ass perfume, then slipped it into my mouth to get the full flavor of his butt, even if only second hand. After I sucked on my finger, he brought his mouth to mine for a hot, deep kiss. “Hey, no keeping that to yourself!” he said. I then told him to kneel on the sofa, facing the back, with his rear end sticking out in front of me. He did as I asked, and soon I was no more than a few inches away from his beautiful butt.

His white underpants stretched tight over his cheeks, but I was in no mood to look at any more clothing. I wanted his ass! I hooked my fingers over the waistband of his underpants, and slowly pulled them off his hips, revealing his scrumptious butt. As the underpants descended lower and lower, I was treated to more mouth-watering delights. His ass cheeks seemed perfectly round, and white, with small circles of pink in the center of each ass cheek where he had rested his butt on his heels while sucking me.

His pucker was mainly pinkish, with a slight shading to brown around the outside of the anal ring. There was no hair anywhere on his ass or on his balls. The skin between his hot asshole and his ball sack was bulged out from the position he had assumed, and was perfectly hairless too. His balls hung below, and were tightly contained in a neat round sack of nearly translucent flesh.

Jutting out from his scrotum was his 6 inch long dick. It was pink at the base, turning brownish as it approached the end, and the head was an angry red. But I knew it wasn’t anger causing the red color, but his accumulated passion and the pressure from all the cum he had stored in those delicious balls. But I wanted to concentrate on his ass, for now.

I brought my head up to ass hole level, and brought my tongue to the center of his puckered hole. “I’m going to fuck gaziantep escort bayan your tight hole with my tongue, lover,” I grunted and stabbed his hole as deeply as I could with my stiff tongue. I felt it slide deep inside, as he had relaxed his ass muscles as best he could, anticipating my invasion. As my tongue slid into his ass, I could feel the smoother texture of his anal ring and rectum under my tongue, and as my nose buried itself in the small cleft above the asshole, I could smell the clean smell of his morning shower, with just a hint of musk and his rising passion. He wiggled his ass around wildly on my tongue, but pressed it harder on to my mouth.

I brought my left hand between his legs to stroke his hard cock, putting my fingers together in the classical ‘jerk-off’ position as they traveled up and down his shaft, and then allowing my index finger to scrape his piss slit free of the rapidly accumulating pre-cum, and spreading it as a lubricant over the head of his cock, stroking faster and faster.

“Oh, god, I’m cumming!” he yelled, as I quickly cupped my hand below the head of his dick to catch his plentiful cum. Meanwhile, I was lazily stroking my cock, as I knew I wouldn’t be able to recover as quickly as this fresh young teenager, and so didn’t want to come too soon.

He began jerking slightly, pulling off my invading tongue, as his dick squirted what felt like massive quantities of his hot, white sticky cum into my hand. I had my hand cupped, but there was so much that some of it dripped over my thumb onto the floor. After he stopped twitching, I pulled my hand out from between his legs, and saw that there really was a lot of cum, more than I ever remembered shooting at one time.

He turned around and sat down facing me, and watched as I brought my hand up to my mouth to lick up half the cum. After I was through slurping it into my mouth, he pulled my hand to his mouth so that he could enjoy his share. Licking my hand clean of any remaining cum, he brought his mouth to mine so that we could mix his cum in both our mouths. I’ll never forget the special texture and taste of his cum after it had been in both our mouths and on our tongues.

“Let me lick around your mouth, baby,” he said, “I want to smell my musk on your face.” He then kissed and licked around my mouth and nose, taking over the stroke on my cock, which I had begun to speed up. While we kissed, he moved himself around so that he was sitting on my lap. “I want to learn how to be fucked,” he gasped, “and I want it to be your cock that does it the first time.”

He bent over my cock to liberally wet it with his saliva, and then stood up, with me between his legs, slowly bringing his wet ass hole onto the tip of my cock. Smiling shyly, he loosened his anal muscles to allow my dick head entry into his tight pleasure hole, and when the first barrier was passed, slowly sank onto the entire length of my cock. As soon as he reached full penetration, he then began pulling off, starting a rhythm of fucking that he controlled with his perfect ass. The sensations began building up quickly in me, as I hadn’t come yet and was more than ready. As he stroked himself faster and faster on my dick, I could see that his cock had recovered itself quite nicely and was standing erect, bouncing with his movements.

Too soon, I couldn’t take any more pleasure and shouted, “You hot fucker, I’m cumming inside your tight, hot asshole.” As I said this, he brought his lips to mine to share what had to be the hottest kiss I have ever felt, or will ever feel. My brain seemed to explode as I came, and I could feel jets of hot cum shooting into Ryan’s ass. They seemed to go on and on, and I knew that, though I might recover more slowly than when I was younger, I had shot more cum now in Ryan’s young ass than I ever had into any girl’s cunt.

Slowly, Ryan tired and came to a slow halt with his fucking movements, coming to rest on my lap. He opened his eyes and, grinning, said, “I think I’m going to like being fucked by you.”

I grinned back, and said, “For a couple of virgins we make pretty good queers, huh?”

Ryan smiled and said, “I’d like one more thing, please.”

“Oh, what’s that?” I said.

He bent over on his knees on the sofa as he had before, with his ass sticking up in the air, and said, “Clean me, please.” I rushed to get my mouth on his ass hole as fast as I could, and licked out all my cum from that tight pink hole. After filling my mouth, and making sure his ass was perfectly clean, we sat together on the sofa sharing a cum filled kiss, and gently stroking each others cocks. Finally, I bent over to suck his dick for the longest time, until he came a second time, filling my mouth with his rich, creamy man cum.

The best was yet to cum…

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Jack sat on the tailgate of his truck, drinking beer and scrolling through his phone.

‘Hey, what are you doing over here, you antisocial bastard,’ said Nate, Jack’s best friend.

‘Just taking a break from the partying for a bit,’ replied Jack, grinning at his buddy.

‘Jack Peterson, taking a break from partying?’ said Nate ‘Well I never.’

‘I’ve drank a lot man, just trying to recover, before I’m back at it.’

‘Pussy,’ joked Nate, taking a seat next to Jack.

‘Shut up dude,’ laughed Jack punching Nate playfully.

‘There’s a bunch of hot girls that have

been looking your way all night, ‘ said Nate ‘maybe you should introduce yourself when we go back over.’

‘Nah, I’m not in the mood tonight man,’ said Jack, taking another swig of his beer.

‘Not in the mood?’ laughed Nate ‘Before we came up here you told me you were horny as fuck. Plus you’re wearing your “I wanna get laid” outfit.’ ‘My what?’ laughed Jack.

‘Don’t act dense,’ said Nate ‘you’re skin tight jeans and tight leather jacket hug every muscled curve of your body, and you know it. Plus you’re wearing aftershave. Normally you smell like a sweaty jockstrap,’ laughed Nate.

‘Well this outfit works everytime to be fair,’ replied Jack ‘haven’t found a girl who could resist it.’

‘I’d imagine. Even I’m fucking horny for you man,’ joked Nate pretending to stroke his cock through his trousers.

Jack grinned

‘Oh yeah, come here then. Let me kiss you,’ said Jack moving closer to Nate.

Putting his arm around Nate, Jack leaned in, giving Nate a soft, sultry kiss.

Both young men, began laughing hysterically, clearly amused by their antics.

‘Worst kiss I ever had man,’ said Nate petting his buddy on the back.

‘Yeah, right, I know for a fact I’m a good kisser,’ said Jack ‘I guarantee nobody else will ever give you a kiss like that.’

‘Such a cocky bastard,’ joked Nate ‘Come on then, lets go find ourselves some girls.’

The following day both boys awoke with hakkari escort nasty hangovers. However, Nate had other things on his mind. Specifically his kiss with Jack. Yeah, it was just a joke, but he couldn’t get how good it felt out of his head. Being so intimate with Jack, even just for a a few seconds felt really good.

‘Wait what am I doing!’ said Nate to himself ‘I’m not gay. I’m just horny.’

With that Nate pulled down his boxers to deal with his morning wood. As soon as he began to pump his cock filthy fantasies involving Jack flooded his mind. It wasn’t long before the boy was shooting wads of cum all over his rock hard abs.

Immediately after his orgasm had subsided, Nate felt extremely guilty and dirty. How could he think about Jack like that. Jack was his best buddy, not some random slut. Plus, did this mean that Nate was gay? He was so confused.

That afternoon at the gym, Nate’s confusion continued to grow. He couldn’t stop stealing looks at Jack’s body. Jack always worked out shirtless, so Nate had a good view of his buddy’s assets. Plus Jack always wore very short shorts to work out, so his legs were mostly exposed to. Nate watched as Jack worked his body, muscles tense and shiny with sweat. He was absolute perfection. Again filthy thoughts filled Nate’s mind.

‘No,’ whispered Nate to himself ‘I’m not interested. No. I can’t be. I’ve never been before.’

Nate was quickly snapped back to reality at the sound of Jack’s voice.

‘Nate, you done?’ asked Jack.

‘Yeah man, lets go.’

Now back at Nate’s dorm, Jack looked pretty uncomfortable.

‘You okay man?’ asked Nate ‘you look like you’re in pain.’

‘My thighs are pretty sore man. I think I overworked them,’ said Jack as he sat down.

‘Ah, that sucks dude, I’ll get you some ice,’ said Nate.

‘Nah man, I think a good rub down would be better,’ began Jack ‘You down to for that?’

‘Uh… yeah, sure, ‘ said Nate uneasily.

Normally he would’ve done hakkari escort bayan it without hesitation, but after the feelings he’d been having recently, he wasn’t sure it was such a good idea.

‘Thanks man,’ said Jack stripping naked and laying on the bed.

Again, Nate felt uneasy. He had seen his buddy naked body so many times. But, he felt extremely guilty this time around. As if he was taking advantage of his friend.

A musky smell emnated from Jack’s sweaty groin. The masculine odours did nothing but make Nate feel even more ashamed, when he realised how enticing the stench was to him. Placing his hand on Jacks thick thigh, he began rubbing the smooth, tight muscles.

Jack began moaning slightly as Nate massaged his sore thighs.

‘Feels so good man.’

Nate couldn’t deny that he found such intimate contact with Jack, thrilling and exciting. He continued to massage his buddy’s thighs, giving them a firm rub, his fingers only inches away from Jack’s manhood. As he rubbed, Nate got closer and closer, until the back of his fingers, brushed against the underside of Jack’s ballsack. He felt Jacks body tense. For a moment he thought Jack might say something, but he didn’t. Nate continued to work on Jack’s thighs lightly brushing the back of his fingers on Jack’s ballsack. Jack continued to say nothing, laying there with his eyes closed. Nate knew, that Jack must’ve felt his balls being touched. Perhaps he didn’t mind? Therefore he decided to take things further.

Slowly he slid his fingers further up the inside of Jack’s thighs, until he reached Jack’s taint. Jack’s balls were now fully in contact with the back of Nate’s fingers, as he massaged the inner thighs. Jack’s breathing had become sharp as his sensitive ballsack and taint were stimulated by his buddy’s hands. But still he said nothing. He didn’t want to admit to Nate, or himself how good it felt to be touched by another man. However, with his body fully exposed, there was nowhere to hide his escort hakkari growing hard on.

Now fully erect, Nate’s eight inch cock stood to full attention. The foreskin pulled back from the bulbous shiny head, and the veins that wrapped his shaft, bulging and thick. Jack had to say something.

‘Sorry about my dick man,’ said Jack ‘it gets hard so easy.’

‘Don’t worry about it dude. I’m the same way,’ replied Nate, super excited by Jack’s reaction to his touch .

‘Yeah, it’s just that your fingers keep caressing my sack and taint. It’s so sensitive down there,’ laughed Jack nervously.

‘Your cock is a monster, isn’t it,’ joked Nate ‘Fucking huge.’

‘Yeah, maybe I’ll see if i can become a porn star someday,’ laughed Jack, taking his shaft in his hand.

For a moment Jack began to stroke himself, until he remembered where he was.

‘Sorry man. Force of habit, ‘ said Jack, feeling ashamed.

‘Don’t be dude. Do what you got to do,’ said Nate ‘its pretty clear you’re desperate for it.’

‘You sure?’

‘Go on. Lets see how long you can last,’ said Nate a big grin on his face.

With his stamina being called into question, Jack took his shaft and began to pump. Nate couldn’t believe what was happening. Jack must’ve shared his recent feelings of attraction to? Right? Regardless he wanted to touch more of Jack’s body.

Slowly he slipped his fingers over Jack’s taint and up his crack, until his fingers reached Jack’s hole. But, suddenly Jack flinched and pulled away from Nate’s fingers.

‘No no no no no,’ said Jack ‘please don’t man. Don’t touch me there, anywhere else but there.’

‘Dude I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I just thought, since you liked everything else…’ began Nate.

‘Its okay man. I would’ve been fine with it, but…’ Jack’s face went completely red. ‘Last night I used some big toys for my ass whilst I jerked of, and I’m, uh, really sore back there today.’

Nate was completely dazed by Jack’s confession. Filthy images of Jack abusing his hole flooded his mind.

‘You dirty slut,’ joked Nate slapping Jack’s thigh.

‘Fuck off dude,’ laughed Jack ‘you’re just mad you can’t get back there.’

‘You’re not wrong,’ replied Jack ‘but for now, lets get back to what we were doing,’ said Nate leaning over and taking Jack’s cock in his mouth.

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It had been a few months since the weekend Brian and I spent together at my house while my family was away. We never had a chance to get together after that since Brian had gone off to a college a little over an hour away and I was at a local college living home.

One Monday night in October Brian called to tell me his roommate was leaving Thursday afternoon to spend the weekend with his girlfriend at her college and ask if I wanted to come up and stay a few days. He and a few new friends he made there were going to the school’s football game on Saturday but those were the only plans they had for now.

I thought about it and since I only had one class on Friday I would ask a friend to take notes. I could leave Thursday afternoon right after my last class and be there aound 4:30 I told him, he replied good I’ll take you out for dinner.

I could hardly wait for Thursday to come the next couple of days seemed to take forever. Finally Thursday was here, I kept looking at the clock waiting for class to get over. When it was over I hopped in my car which I had already packed and hit the road. It was around 5:00 when I arrived, I stopped at the first payphone I found and rang Brian’s room he met me outside his dorm to show me where to park. He grabbed my bag and took me to his room.

“Brain”: So how do hatay escort you like my room?

“Bob”: Nice and cramped I see!

We both laughed since all his room had was his and his roommate’s beds two dressers and desks and not much more room than that.

“Brian”: What do you want for dinner?

“Bob”: I don’t care you know the area what’s good?

“Brian”: There’s a small place that serves seafood and steaks that’s pretty good and it’s in walking distance.

“Bob”: OK why don’t we go there.

We arrived about 6:00 and had a nice dinner I tried to pay for what I ate but Brian insisted he wanted to pay and wouldn’t take no for an answer. We talked for a while to catch up on what has been going on and left the restaurant around 8:00. On the way back to his dorm Brian asked if I wanted to join his friends at a dorm party in one of their room’s and I said yes.

We entered his friend’s dorm room about 8:15 or so there were three guys and two girls sitting around drinking and smoking pot. Brian introduced me to them and we joined them drinking and smoking when around 11:00 one guy and girl said it was time for them to go and they took each other’s hand and left. Brain winked at me and told the others we were going to hit the sack and we left.

“Brian”: hatay escort bayan Wow I’m wasted how about you?

“Bob”: Yeah I’m feeling pretty good right now.

We went to his dorm room and almost before the door was closed we were locked in a kiss Brian taking my pants off without our lips parting. Once he had me underwear off and my cock sprang out he stopped kissing me and dropped to his knees kissing my cock and balls while his hand stroked my shaft.

“Brian”: Oh God baby I missed you.

“Bob”: I missed you too, God your mouth feels so good.

Brian got up a motioned me to go to his bed which I did without hesitation. Once there he finished undressing me then undressed himself and out sprung his huge beautiful hard cock. I tried to reach for it but he gently pushed me down on the bed, pushed my legs over towards my head to expose my ass and buried his face between my ass cheeks and started eating my asshole.

“Bob”: Oh yes lick my ass “I said while I started to stroke my own cock”.

After a couple of minutes Brian stopped got above my ass and stuffed his huge cock inside my tight ass. I moaned as his cock was buried deep each time he pushed forward his balls kept slapping my ass. Once he heard me moan he started driving his cock harder and harder escort hatay inside my ass, so hard in fact my head hit the headboard of his bed several time.

“Brian”: So are you glad I introduced you to the gay lifestyle “he asked as his cock was pounding my ass”?

“Bob”: Oh yes very much so.

Once he heard this he started pounding my ass even faster, I could feel his cock so deep each time he thrust it in. The head of his cock felt like it was swelling more each time he pushed it in and I knew he was ready to shot his load when he pulled it out and shot his load at my belly and chest some shooting as far as my chin.

“Brian”: “As he was shooting his load” Oh Bob yes I’m cumming, Oh yes I love you!

“Bob”: Me too “I said while taking his cum off my chin and licking my fingers”.

Brian used his hand to scoop up all his cum and once it was cleaned off fed it to me which I gladly slurped it all up. Then he put his head down to my cock and started sucking my shaft. He continued sucking my cock and when I shot my load he must have been surprised since I hadn’t cum in several weeks I shot more than he could hold in his mouth and gobs just dripped down his chin.

“Brian”: My what a load, must have been a while huh?

“Bob”: Yes, I haven’t had a chance to jerk off in a while.

“Brian”: “As he kissed me” I haven’t been with anyone since you, have you?

“Bob”: No I haven’t either.

We both then lay in each other’s arms and just talked for a bit. As we were starting to nod off Brian kissed me again and said good night baby and we both fell off to sleep……….

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