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When Darren said to me “Bernie, I’ve got to tell you something. You won’t like it, but I must. This is the last time I can see you,” I was first shocked, then devastated. I pleaded in vain for him to reconsider but he was firm : it was making things difficult for him at home, his wife was suspicious and he found he couldn’t go on inventing convincing lies every time he came to meet me. If he was caught, he said, he would lose his kids as well as his wife, and he couldn’t bear that.

I understood, but it was a terrible feeling to lose him. I was fond of him and we had been well attuned sexually. I agreed reluctantly not to try to phone him and the sight of him driving away for the last time down the lane we had met in filled me with grief. I had never spoken to him about the stress of being a single parent with a business to run, a home to look after, plus seeing to the needs of my son, who by this time was employed but of an age when he still expected a parent to do most things for him. I still kept in touch with my wife from time to time. Neither of us had made any move to divorce the other, even though more than four years had elapsed since she had left, and it was always my hope, for the sake of our children as much as myself, that she would return home. I knew that she felt guilty about leaving her family; and I knew too that her partner was much older than her and that he had been ill. She told me as much on one of her rare visits to check up on our son – and, of course, to check up on me. Though I was often in despair, even when I had the comfort of a visit from Darren to look forward to, I never entirely despaired that she would return one day. But after Darren said farewell I really did sink into a pit of black despair. Looking back on that period of my life I find it mostly a blank. I know that I did very little wanking and it was not for another six months, and with the arrival of spring, that I felt ready to consider starting again with a fresh ad in the Men Seeking Men columns of the local paper. Even fifty-year-olds get rising sap when spring replaces winter !

I advertised as before, not disguising my age, with a brief announcement in the personal columns and followed it up with a recorded message for the allotted Voicebox. I gave my Christian name and made it clear I could not accommodate (this was because my son was still at home in the evenings) but that because I was self-employed I could travel mornings or afternoons. I said that I hoped any one responding would tell me a little about themselves, give the area where they lived (so that I could judge how far I might have to travel) and promised to return any calls made to my Voicebox if they would give their telephone number.

A week after the ad had been placed there were only three replies, which contrasted with about fifteen when I had advertised five years before. The first two were disappointing and the third was bizarre. The first was from a masseur who worked 30 miles across the other side of town. As a sixty mile round trip was not possible and I reckoned that a masseur would have a far greater choice of clients than just myself, I ruled that one out. I spoke to him on the phone, as I had promised, and he didn’t seem to mind. Like me, he was married, but his wife lived with him and he had hoped I could visit him at his place of work.

The second reply was from a much older man, also living a long way away, who said he was retired and that his pleasure would lie in giving me pleasure. I didn’t like the way he spoke and such a message put me off. I wanted any one I had sex with to have pleasure on his own account too. I decided not to phone him back, despite my promise.

But the third was extraordinary. The recording started with the sound of coins being dropped into a public phone box and then the voice came, hoarse, rough, uncultured and with a strong Yorkshire accent. “This is Billy” he said, then sounded as if unsure how to go on. “I’m in a public phone box. I don’t ‘ave no phone at ‘ome. Ring me on this number” (and he gave me the number of the phone box he was ringing from) “on Tuesday at two o’clock. I’ll be there.” Then the line – and with it the recording – went dead.

As I had missed his Tuesday deadline by one day, I was amused (and touched by his evident sincerity) and thought no more about it, but when I checked my voicebox the following weekend there was a new message from him. “You didn’t ring” he said in his thick accent. “I’ll be at the same number at the same time this Tuesday. Make sure you phone me.” And that was it.

This time I couldn’t resist trying to talk with him and I rang the number he had given me at the right time. I was amazed when a woman answered but I asked if “Billy” was there and she said “Yes, I’ll go and get him.” He came on the line almost at once.

“Is that Bernard ?” he said.

“Yes” I replied “I’m phoning as you asked.”

“Eeh, I’m glad” he said “I were ‘oping you would.”

“Where are you speaking from ?” I enquired, elazığ escort bayan and he told me he was by the post office in a village about fifteen miles away in the Pennine hills. He’d been waiting for my call but a woman he knew, hearing the phone ring, had got in first.

“Are you goin’ to come an’ see me then ?” he said, after a pause.

“OK – when would best suit you ?”

“Any time, so long as it’s in the mornin’. You see, she goes out at nine and gets back after lunch at about two o’clock.”

“Who’s that ?” I enquired.

“Me sister” he said.

“Your sister ?” I said, surprised because I had not anticipated that.

“Yep – she’s an invalid and gets taken to the Day Care Centre five days a week, Monday to Friday. I’m on me own then. The cottage is on its own too, no-one will see you come.”

This was intriguing. “You live in a cottage in the countryside then, do you ?”

“Yep – me nearest neighbour’s a mile away. I ‘ave to walk across the fields to reach the village. Teks me ’bout an hour to get ‘ere. I were very disappointed when you didn’t phone last week.”

I could see his point. He evidently had neither phone nor car. “What do you do all day, then ?” I asked.

“I was a farm-‘and, but I broke me leg an’ ‘ip in a tractor accident some years ago. I live on me disability pension. Mostly I does gardening an’ such-like at me cottage. An’ of course I look after me sister when she’s ‘ome.”

“So why did you phone my voicebox then ?”

He experienced some difficulty in answering this but finally he said “I liked the sound of your voice – an’ you sounded ‘onest.” And then “I ‘aven’t much experience y’know, but I knows what I want.”

It wasn’t the time to enquire into what it was he wanted : I would find that out if I met him. As I had to make a decision there and then I thought it would be interesting to meet him, so I asked him if Friday would suit, what would be the best time and what directions he could give me for finding his cottage. “Any time, so long as you’re away by two” he said and went on to give me directions. They were quite complicated so I noted them down as he went along, noting too that he was speaking less nervously, more fluently now, though still with the same strong “country” accent.

To be honest I didn’t expect too much to come of this encounter when I set out to see him on the Friday. It was a lovely day in May and the hedgerows and trees were in new leaf as I turned into the rutted lane which led up to his isolated cottage. I drove past to check that I had come to the right place and turned my car so that I was facing away from the cottage. I saw a downstairs curtain twitch before I got out of the car and as I mounted the steps to the front door it was opened and Billy stood before me.

It’s a picture I carry around in my head. The cottage, called “Cragside”, was small and built back into the hillside. On either side of the steps up to the front door was a neat flower garden full of spring bulbs, purple aubretia and sweet-smelling polyanthus. There were two small windows on either side of the door and a single dormer window upstairs. Behind the cottage I could see a large stone-built shed and a smaller building which looked like an outside loo. A raised vegetable garden, with steps up to it, stretched behind the cottage on a level with the first floor. The slates were in good order and a fire was lit inside because the chimney was smoking. It made a charming picture.

The first thing I noticed about Billy was that he had a lot of grey hair; and as he stood back to let me in through the door I noticed that he limped, carrying himself unevenly, mainly on his left leg. I thought he had been determined, if he walked like that, to undertake the two mile trip to the village to phone me twice and return for a third time.

I shook his hand. He hadn’t been expecting this, but what do you do when someone puts their hand out ? “I’m Bernard” I said, “And I hope you’re Billy.”

“Yep” he said “I’m Billy.”

There was a silence between us and I wasn’t sure how to go on.

“And your sister’s gone to the Day Care Centre then ?”

“Yep – Dorothy’s there aw-reet.”

“Tell me about her ?” I asked.

“Well, she’s much older than me,” he said. “You see, like, she were born just before the War so she’s sixty four – fourteen years older than me. Dunno ‘xactly what’s wrong with ‘er ‘cept she can’t go upstairs no more an’ she’s too weak to do any cookin’. That’s ‘er bed over there, in t’ corner.”

I looked round the small living room into which the front door opened. It was clean and neat but fairly basic. There was a television with a couple of armchairs near it, a door leading to a backroom, which I took to be the kitchen, and a door which gave on to the staircase. Dorothy’s bed took up most of the rest of the space.

“I’d like to see your garden at the back” I said, interested by the kind of life he led elazığ escort with his sister and wondering why he had gone to so much trouble to answer my ad. “Do you grow all your own vegetables ?”

“Done it all me life” he said gruffly. “Come – I’ll show you.”

We went through the kitchen (also neat and tidy but basic) and out through the back door. He climbed the steps to the vegetable garden and the shed one at a time and I wanted to ask him if it hurt to walk like that but didn’t want to risk a rebuff so I kept quiet. “We don’t ‘ave much money – just our pensions,” he volunteered. “We inherited this cottage from me mam and I’ve bin doin’ the garden ever since I were a lad. That’s the loo there an’ this shed’s fixed up for a shower an’ things.”

He opened the door and there I saw some of the more modern appurtenances of modern-day life – a washing machine, a sink, a small chest freezer and an old bicycle as well as a shower cubicle and a hot water cylinder. Onions hung from nails in the joists that supported the roof and there were gardening tools, fertiliser, seed packets and seed compost stacked on shelves or tidied away in one corner. Looking outside onto the vegetable patch I could see a small greenhouse with the sunlight illuminating rows of seed trays standing on home-made shelving.

Back in the living room I accepted his offer of a cup of tea and asked him about his mother.

“She died” he said simply. “She were nearly forty when she ‘ad me.”

Gradually by question and answer I pieced together his history and as I did so I came to feel respect for this man. He was not much to look at – medium height, thick, unkempt hair – but his body was wiry, he had strong forearms and his mind was active. It looked as if he had shaved, perhaps specially, that morning because his weathered face was shiny and there was a small cut on his chin. I put his slow speech, delivered in a deep bass voice, down to lack of practice (he told me he was often lonely) and the more we talked, the more his level of self-disclosure – low at first – went up. He told me how he had never had a father, or rather, that his mother had never told him who he was. Dorothy, who was fourteen when he was born, occasionally dropped dark hints about some man her mother was “seeing” at the time but she knew nothing definite. He had been brought up in the cottage where his mother, who had a war widow’s pension, “kept ‘erself to ‘erself,” tilled the garden and looked after her children. She had loved him and after a young man Dorothy was fond of had jilted her, she continued to let Dorothy live in the house so that Billy and his sister had lived there all their lives. “Mam” had died in the same bed downstairs that Dorothy was now occupying, and brother and sister, after the war pension had stopped, had survived on his meagre earnings as a farm hand and her social security hand-outs. He was used to not having much money as he had always given his wages to his mam. Now that he had had to give up work as a result of his injury they were dependent on his disability pension and Dorothy’s small state pension. It didn’t amount to much.

I asked him about shopping, given the remoteness of the cottage, and he said he went every Tuesday afternoon on foot to the village Post Office to collect his pension and did whatever shopping was necessary there in the village store. When he needed a haircut or things he couldn’t get at the store he caught the bus to town. It only ran on a Wednesday. It didn’t hurt his leg to walk the two miles to the village and the two miles back again, but it took longer than it used to. If it rained, he was used to working outside and it didn’t bother him. He said that they knew him well in the village and that usually, to spare him having to carry what he had bought back with him, they would arrange to deliver it when they had someone else’s delivery to make so that it was free of charge.

He said ruefully that things cost more in the village than they did in the town but he had no choice and he wasn’t complaining. He laughed when he said that it had cost him “a tidy sum” to phone my voicebox and that he had worked it out that he could only afford to phone one advert. I asked him why he had chosen mine and he said I was the right age and as he couldn’t travel and was only available during the morning it had suited him. When he listened to my recorded message he had wanted to meet me. He had been disappointed when I didn’t phone the first time.

We went on to talk about his life as a farmhand. He had left school at 15 without any qualifications, he said, and started work immediately at the farm a mile away up the road. He was still there thirty years later when he had his tractor accident. He didn’t want to talk about that but he had enjoyed farm work. It was long hours with poor pay and he had never gone out “socialising” (as he put it). I asked him if he had any relations other than his mam and his sister and he said he had an aunt, escort elazığ his mam’s younger sister, who lived somewhere “up north”. He’d only met her once, at his mam’s funeral. As to his ever having had a girlfriend, he shook his head, saying “Nah – never ‘ad the time, the cash – nor the inclination,” and left it at that.

There was a pause after he said “nor the inclination” and he looked up at me to ensure that I was taking in its significance. I took the cue. “Tell me about your sex life, Billy.”

There was another pause and I got the impression he had never spoken to anyone else about this before. Finally he said “I play wi meself ….. I’ve allas played wi’ meself.”

“Did you never “play” with anyone else, Billy ?” I asked.

He thought for a moment and then said “There were another farm’and. We was ploughing a field near some woods one day. Job ‘ad to be done quick so we ‘ad two tractors. We only took a few minutes to ‘ave our lunch out there. One thing led to another, well, we was only young, and we ‘ad a bet on to see ‘oo could shoot the farthest, so we went into the wood and pulled our willies out.”

“Who won ?”

“I did !” he said, smiling at the recollection.

“And after that ?”

“We didn’t do it much ‘cos we was so rarely together-like. It were just one of them opportunities that crop up. I don’t say we never did it, but it weren’t often.” He hesitated. Then “The next time I did it wi’ anyone was when t’ farm manager stopped me one day and asked me if I would like to earn some pocket money by ‘elping ‘im wi’ a job at ‘is ‘ouse.”

He stopped and I had to encourage him to go on.

“I might as well tell thee” he said and he launched into the story that, all those years ago, was probably instrumental in his replying to my ad. He told me how “the job” had turned out to be holding the wooden ridge of a new roof which the farm manager was putting up over a shed while the spars were nailed in place. How, after the ridge was firmly in place, he had invited Billy, who was about 20 at the time, into his house for a drink and plied him with whisky – something Billy had never drunk before – “an’ not a lot after, an’ all.” He was unsuspicious because he knew the farm manager, who was in his thirties, was married. He and his wife had no kids and she worked in the evenings in the local pub. So they were alone in his house, sitting together on his settee. The manager (” ‘e never told me ‘is name”) fished in his pocket and gave Billy £1 for his help, then said he could earn more, if he liked. When he asked how, the man unzipped the fly of his trousers “an’ took ‘is pecker out.” Billy had been amazed by its size and excited when the man took his hand and wrapped it round his willy. It was too late to stop now “‘Cos I was allus playin’ wi’ meself at ‘ome and soon we was both wankin’ the other.”

“It’s a funny thing” he said, “When me mam first caught me wanking she were outraged. “Niver do that again, Billy, do ye ‘ear ? It’ll make yer go blind if yer not careful.” Well I ‘adn’t seen no blind people about so I continued to do it but took care not to be caught out, like. No mess on t’ sheets, no noise. But it were news to me that married men did it too.”

Another pause. “Problem was – I enjoyed it.”

“How long did they go on for – these meetings with your farm manager ?”

“‘Bout five years. It stopped when ‘e wanted to go further than I ….” He hesitated. “I’m not in to that sort thing.”

I understood what he meant. “Nor am I, Billy,” I said. He looked relieved and I went on to ask him if he had met anyone else in the intervening years.

No, he said, he’d never had the chance. The manager was fired soon after and a year or two later his mam fell ill and he had to help Dorothy nurse her and look after the house, the garden and the cooking. After she died they had less money and he had to work all the hours he could to make ends meet. He looked up at me suddenly. “This is the first time for me for a long time. I done a lot of wankin’ in that time, but this is the first with another fella. Ar’t up to it then ?” and he nodded his head towards the door at the foot of the stairs.

I got to my feet. He did the same, rather more slowly, and preceded me up the steep stairs. “Mind thee ‘ead and shut door be’ind thee” he said, “It keeps draught out.”

The stairs led directly into the back bedroom with a view from its low window over the vegetable garden. A doorway led into the front bedroom, which he said had been Dorothy’s bedroom before she became too weak to climb the stairs. There was a single bed in the room and bare floor boards with a rug by the bedside and some rudimentary furniture. I noticed a chamber pot under the bed but it was all clean and tidy, like everywhere else in the house. He sat heavily on the bed next to the pillow and motioned for me to join him. As yet I felt no stir of excitement and I still didn’t when he pulled off his trousers to display grey underwear with an ample pubic bulge. What most caught my attention were the scars running up his right leg and thigh. There was a long, thin scar, made by the surgeon’s knife but there was scar tissue everywhere. It must have been a terrible accident.

I leaned forward and touched the scarred tissue. “Can you feel that ?” I asked.

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My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don’t get any fun. That’s so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn’t want to enjoy life, you’re not talking about a big man or a big woman. You’re talking about a loser. Losers come in both sexes and all sizes. Big men and big women are not more likely than skinny folks to have self-esteem issues. It’s all about how you look at life. Deal with it!

I originally came from a small town called Hicks, Ohio. It’s one of those very small towns where everybody knew everybody. I hated it. I was always a good student and when high school ended, I won myself an academic scholarship to New York University. It’s the big city, very different from a small town and I must say that I love it. I moved into the dorms. My roommate is James O’Shea, a tall, lean Irishman who got nicknamed Red James because he’s got red hair. He’s pretty cool. So far, I like campus and I like my classes.

I’m studying Criminal Justice because I want to become a police officer. My father is a cop in our hometown, and my mother was a cop, then she turned to teaching. Oh, well. Campus life is fun. I’ve made many friends. The good thing about this campus is that there is a fair number of black people. Growing up in Ohio, I didn’t see a lot of black people. I was one of forty black students in a high school with a student population of three hundred. See what I mean?

I sometimes hang out with James, and his best friend Theodore Norris. Theodore is a slim and muscular, brown-skinned young man from Chicago. He’s a really shy guy, and he’s also gay, though he keeps it to himself. I think he’s got a crush on James but he hasn’t told him. Indeed, Theodore looks every bit like the smart nerd he is supposed to be. He’s an engineering major. I don’t know why he hangs out with James. They’re so different. Anyway, there is a reason why I brought up James.

Theo erzurum escort played an important part in my sexual development. You see, I left Ohio as a virgin. I wanted badly to experiment in the city. I’ve already tried smoking pot and drinking. I’ve also watched porn after buying large quantities of it. Yet I’ve never had sex. Still, everyone has a sexual identity and I would rate myself as ninety nine percent straight. I did have a brief experience with another young man back home but it wasn’t satisfactory. I’ve also kissed women, made out with them and gotten as far as heavy petting but I have yet to go all the way with anyone. I checked out women more often than I checked out men, though I found both attractive at times. See? I was a frustrated young man. Theo helped me out.

Theo noticed me checking out both men and women in spite of my effort to hide it. He offered to help me out. So, we went back to my dorm, locked the door and got busy. Theo got me naked and then gave me the best damn blowjob ever. The guy could suck dick, man! He sucked me off until I came. Hell, I probably came three times that day. From that moment on, my world was changed. For eighteen years, I had gone without sex. Now, I had an outlet for my frustration. I wasn’t going to let it go. Theo and I became fuck buddies.

We worked out an arrangement. Theo would come visit me and he’d suck me off whenever we got the chance. You won’t believe how much this relieved the stress of my college days. Theo told me that he was secretly sleeping with James. I was surprised. James was the good-looking Irishman. The one all the females wanted. Was James queer? Oh, well. There are more people in the closet than I thought. Theo told me that James was dating a fine-looking Latin bombshell named Juanita Santiago. I knew who Miss Santiago was. A sexy bitch with an athletic body and a perfect booty. All the guys wanted a piece of her action. James was tapping her fine ass and he was fucking Theo the queer black man at the same time? Man, this escort erzurum dude was a player!

Well, three months after starting college, I could say that I was very happy with the way things were. Theo was great. We’d jump into the shower together and man, we’d have fun. He’d suck my cock and get me hard as steel, then I would bend him over and fuck him. He loved every minute of it. Theo had a big cock too and once, I got curious and decided to go for a ride. I made him swear that this would stay between us. Theo agreed, and we got busy.

The thing I discovered about anal sex is that you need lots of patience, and lube. Theo walked me through it. We got into the shower and cleaned ourselves up, then he prepped me up for the action. He licked me, and fingered my asshole after lubing me up. After much finger action, it was time for the main event. I felt vaguely nervous when I saw Theo’s cock. I was around eight inches and this dude was much bigger. I assumed the position, and took what was coming to me.

Theo entered me. He was very gentle and patient about it. It hurt a little bit, but not as much as I thought it would. The first inch was the worst, though I’m not saying the rest were a breeze. Theo thrust into me. It hurt still but I got quickly used to it. I relaxed, and enjoyed. After a while, I was pushing back against him, craving more. It felt good, I tell you. Really, really good. I came several times, as did Theo. It was a very good experience. I’ve got no regrets.

After this experience, I saw Theo in a new light. Our relationship was still mostly about sex but I didn’t see him as only a fuck buddy anymore. We hung out and went to movies together. It was a lot like dating. For the most part, I am happy with it. Theo once told me that he stopped sleeping with James and wanted to be with me exclusively. You know what? Although I didn’t see it coming, it didn’t phase me a bit. I was quite happy about it. Theo was the first for me, in many ways.

I discovered that there was a lot erzurum escort bayan more about him than I knew. In high school, Theo was actually an athlete. He ran track and he was also a wrestler. He showed me pictures of him winning the regional championship in his weight class. He’d faced off against the toughest young wrestlers, both male and female, and actually won. He only quit wrestling after his teammates rejected him when it was discovered that he was gay.

I looked at Theo after he told me this story. I felt so sad. I’ve dated young women every now and then. My parents never had any reason to suspect that I was anything other than straight. I’ve always been very outgoing and fun. I was a wrestler too. No, I didn’t wrestle for the school. Me and some guys I knew had a backyard wrestling gang. It was a lot of fun. In many ways, I led a mainstream life. Theo had been shoved out of the closet by homophobic teammates. His own friends rejected him. His parents also rejected him. That’s why he left Chicago and came to New York on an academic scholarship. He wanted to make a new life for himself. After he told me this story, I did something I never thought that I would do. I kissed him. Yes, I kissed another man. And it was alright.

Theo was surprised by my kiss, but it was a pleasant surprise. Laughing, we jumped on my bed and made love. It was the beginning of some very exciting times for both of us. It’s now been six months since I started college. I maintain a 4.3 GPA. Theo actually has a 4.98 GPA. He’s the best student in his program. Damn, I was in a relationship with a genius. The days are passing, and I like the way my life is. I don’t know what to make of it and I don’t care. I was a black man in a romantic and sexual relationship with another black man. This was all so new to me.

I also didn’t know what to call myself. I liked women and openly checked out fine-looking females of all races. Like every other young black man that I knew. Yet I was in love with Theo, and I found his wiry, muscular body to be quite hot and sexy, to tell you the truth. Maybe I truly am bisexual. Wow, if you had told me a year ago that I would accept the label of bisexual black man and live with another man, I would have laughed in your face. Oh, what a life. Life is beautiful. I’m happy to say that no matter where it takes me, Theo will be with me.

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“Hey, cutie, same time next week!” Thomas said when he noticed I was awake.

He was standing beside the bed wearing only his skimpy, string bikini briefs that were identical to my undies; the only difference being, unlike my briefs, his could barely contain his ‘package.’

“Why are you leaving so early?” I whined, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

“I have to get to my office in Vegas by 8,” he explained.

My eyes were drawn to the manly bulge in the crotch of his briefs. I blushed when he caught me staring at it.

He chuckled and said, “You know, John, you don’t have to be embarrassed every time you look at me there…especially after what we did in bed last night!”

I blushed again and cursed myself for being such a prude. I was still naked under the bedspread as he dressed and held my breath when he pulled his shirt over his head covering his manly, sculpted chest.

Before he left the hotel room, he came to me, leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. His hand snaked beneath the covers and stroked my thigh as our tongues danced together.

My prick stiffened; he teased it with a squeeze and two-three strokes before he withdrew his hand and stood up.

“Same time next week!” he said again.

The week before, my golfing buddies and I had traveled to Primm, Nevada to play the two golf courses and stay one night in the hotel. It’s a trip we make twice-a-year since it is only an hour-and-fifteen-minutes from our hometown in Arizona.

On Sunday, we drove straight to the course to play our first round. One of the guys couldn’t make it giving us seven players so they put a single with us. It was Thomas, and he rode in my golf cart.

He is an excellent golfer. I’m not too bad myself, but it was difficult keeping up with his long drives. He’s quite the conversationalist, too.

Usually I prefer quiet while I’m playing, but he turned out to be so interesting and funny, I didn’t mind it at all.

In fact, he had a way of drawing me out that was so seemingly natural and relaxed, after nine holes, I found myself thoroughly amazed that I was being so open and honest with a complete stranger.

My buddies and I always bet when we’re playing, and Thomas became aware of it.

On the tenth tee box, out of earshot of my friends, he said, “If you want to bet the back nine, I’ll give you three strokes.”

It sounded fair to me.

“Okay, what are we playing for? Ten, twenty bucks?” I asked him.

He smiled and whispered, “If you win I’ll give you a hundred dollars…”

I’m not sure why, but I whispered too. “And if you win?”

I flinched when he placed a hand on my upper thigh and squeezed.

“If I win, you’ll spend a couple hours with me in my room tonight,” he said with a gleam in his eyes.

His proposal so surprised me, I blushed a deep red and began a fit of coughing.

“You alright over there, John?” one of my buddies asked me.

“Yeah, uh, yeah I’m fine,” I called out.

I looked at Thomas to see if he was smiling or laughing; surely he was joking.

No smile. His facial expression was quite deadpan.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Absolutely…you’re a little cutie and I’d love to have you in my bed tonight!” he said.

“Huh? What? No, uh, I’m, uh, I’m not gay,” I stuttered.

He responded, “I think you’re wrong about that…”

I felt my blood pressure rise. It had been years since the last time someone accused me of being queer.

He suddenly smiled and said, “Okay, twenty bucks it is!”

Thomas remained talkative on the back nine while I concentrated on my game, or tried to anyway. I was filled with emotions that I can usually suppress.

I wasn’t angry he thought I was gay, no, in fact, his words “You’re a little cutie” played over-and-over in my head. It had been so many years since I’d been propositioned, I’d forgotten how good it felt.

I kept wondering what I had said to him on the front nine that would make him think I was gay.

I thought about it too much – he beat me by four on the back and when I drove him out to his car and paid him, I just had to ask: “What made you think I was gay?”

He smiled, winked at me and said, “It takes one to know one…maybe we’ll have a drink at the bar later…thanks for the game!”

I waited until he drove off before I went to my buddies van to unload my clubs. They were changing shoes and complaining about their rounds of golf.

“I hear Thomas is pretty good,” one of them said to me.

I had to turn my head so they wouldn’t notice me blushing.

“Yeah, he beat me out of twenty bucks,” I said.

“Is he staying at the hotel?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, I’m not sure, I didn’t ask him,” I replied knowing full well he was staying there.

I remained quiet on the short drive to the hotel. The old feelings of dread and paranoia surfaced again. I had been comfortable in my own skin for such a long time I’d thought those feelings had disappeared forever – I was wrong.

“John – JOHN!”

Huh? What?

“WAKE UP!”

I managed to open my eyes and saw my roommate for the trip standing düzce escort bayan over my bed.

“We’re going to breakfast – I let you sleep in – you need to get ready – don’t forget to check-out before we leave for the course!” he said.

“Oh, okay,” I mumbled.

I climbed out of bed as soon as he left the room. My head was spinning so badly I almost fell.

In the bathroom I saw my phone had been plugged-in so I retrieved it before I sat on the toilet.

I had a text message and when I opened it the hair on my neck stood straight. I was gripped with a chilling fear. The message was from Thomas.

“Had a wonderful time with you last night – looking forward to seeing you next Sunday!!”

Oh no, how can this be? What in hell did I do last night?

I tried to shake the cobwebs from my aching head but last night was drawing a blank. Sometimes when I drink too much I black-out, well, most times I DO drink too much.

I have been told that I don’t act drunk, and I am alert and seem to know what’s going on, but I’ll be damned if I remember anything. Sometimes the memories come back to me, sometimes they don’t.

After swallowing vitamins and aspirin, I showered and shaved and dressed for golf.

I double-checked the room to make sure I didn’t forget anything and went to the front desk to check-out.

My friends were waiting patiently for me in the van.

“Tied one on last night, huh John?” said one of them. “What time did you get to bed?”

I smiled and said, “No, no, it wasn’t bad…I got to bed pretty early.”

My roommate for the night said, “Early!! Are you kidding me? I woke up around one and you weren’t in the room!”

I laughed along with the guys and joked, “Well, it was early for ME!”

Uh oh…what the hell happened last night?

I used to play some of my best golf when hungover. I became something of a legend to my friends for shooting my best scores the worse I felt.

Well, not anymore. In fact, it has been many years now that my golf has reflected the severity of my hangovers. I played like crap and lost every bet I had with my buddies.

The first few holes I tried to concentrate, but the text from Thomas was constantly on my mind.

“Had a wonderful time with you last night – looking forward to seeing you next Sunday!!”

WHAT THE HELL DID I DO???

It was sometime after the 4th hole that bits and pieces of fuzzy memory began returning.

One of my friends and I usually have a couple straight-up martini’s before dinner on these trips. Last night was no different. In fact, by the time our meals arrived in the steakhouse, I’d had three.

Okay, so far so good.

I didn’t eat all that much…never do once I get buzzed.

“Why waste a good glow?” I always joke.

My next memory was of my roommate telling me he was going to the room.

“What time is it?” I asked him.

“A little after ten,” he said.

I am younger than the other guys, and always stay up later than them. I never saw the point of going to bed early when we’re on these ‘mini-vacations.’

After playing a few video poker machines in the casino, I decided to play at the bar. I remember carefully looking around to see if Thomas was there. I breathed a sigh of relief; I hadn’t seen him all night.

I was staring at the machine in front of me when a hand squeezed my shoulder.

I turned, saw Thomas, and my hand knocked over what was left of my drink.

He smiled and said to the bartender, “Sorry, that was my fault, please get my friend another one, and I’ll have a glass of chardonnay!”

I remember my heart began to beat faster.

He began talking but I did my best to concentrate on the poker machine and didn’t hear much of what he was saying.

I finally tired of playing (of losing), and decided to be more friendly towards him. What difference does it make to me? I’ll never see him again after tonight, anyway.

The bar started filling with people. It became noisy. Thomas pointed to a booth in the nearby Race & Sports Book. I nodded and followed him there.

By that time on a Sunday night all the races and games were over with, and the Book was empty except for us.

It was a circular booth and I slid to the center. It surprised me when he sat so close to me our legs were touching.

He made small talk, and I remember staring at him as I listened. He IS a handsome man, and brimming with self confidence and charm. His self deprecatory humor made me laugh.

I was feeling no pain when he ordered me another drink from the cocktail server. I intended to refuse, but, well, you know…

Here is when my memory gets fuzzy again.

He used his hands a lot while talking, and sometimes, he would touch my arm, rub my back or squeeze my shoulders. I honestly didn’t think much about it – one of my golf buddies waves his hands around when he’s talking, too.

Suddenly, he placed his hand on my upper thigh and said to me, “So tell me about your first gay experience.”

I calmly said, “Thomas, I already told you I’m not gay!”

He escort düzce smiled and said, “John, relax, every guy has some sort of experience when they were growing up – and I know from how you look now that you were a little cutie and had your share of offers!”

He squeezed my thigh and added: “I know you had to have several experiences with boys and men!”

I blurted out, “No, just one!” and immediately regretted admitting it.

“Okay, I’ll tell you my first time then you tell me yours!” he said.

I didn’t agree or disagree.

“I had been a high school athlete and had a steady girlfriend,” he began. “I had no clue I was gay…I mean, I did things with my girlfriend, we even went all the way a couple times…but, you know, it wasn’t what I thought it would be…anyway, I went away to college and moved into a dorm room…”

He paused and took a swallow of wine, his strong hand was now gently massaging my thigh. I didn’t stop him.

He continued: “My second day there I got a roommate. A shy, nerdy little guy named Timothy. I remember feeling funny the moment I laid eyes on him. Later, I could admit to myself it was love at first sight, but in the beginning, no way, I’m not THAT kind of a guy!”

“We immediately became close friends. He was smart and funny, but best of all, he seemed to almost revere me; he followed me everywhere like a good little puppy and he hung onto my every word like I was some sort of God!”

“After a couple weeks I began wondering what it would be like to have sex with him,” said Thomas. “The very second that thought popped into my head I went, uh oh, that explains a lot!”

His hand was beginning to have an affect on me. My prick was stirring inside my briefs.

I cleared my throat and asked him, “What do you mean?”

“You know, John, in the back of my mind I always wondered why I didn’t like sex with my girlfriend more than I did…she was the one who initiated it every time – she was the one who liked it…to me, it was work…I went thru with it only to make her happy.”

“Ohhhh,” I said. He’d struck a chord within me.

“…and I’ve thought about this before, I believe I did things with her so she wouldn’t think I was queer,” he said.

Oh my God, the memories of the previous night suddenly became crystal clear.

I remember I had to look away from him at that moment; the honest intensity in his eyes was too much for me to handle.

“Anyway, after two-weeks of living with Timothy I became convinced he was gay,” he said. “He had gotten more and more brazen in his attempts at trying to see me naked; he began to touch me when we talked, and the look in his eyes gave me the distinct impression he liked me more than a friend.”

He paused again to sip his wine.

“What happened next?” I asked him.

“Well, it’s no secret how much teenage boys like to jerk-off-“

I laughed and said, “Oh, I know, even old guys like me!” The liquor had finally loosened my tongue.

He smiled at me and continued: “I usually masturbated in the shower, but one night I decided to test Timothy – simply throw caution to the wind and see what would happen…we went to bed at the same time, and in the dark, I threw-off the bedspread, lowered my briefs and went at it…I made sure to moan loud enough for him to hear me, and when I came I went ‘Oh-oh-oh-yessssssssss’…:

“Oh my God, what did he do?” I asked him.

He chuckled and said, “When I feigned snoring he immediately jerked himself off loud enough for me to hear…I simply laid there with a huge grin on my face.”

“The next day we acted like nothing had happened and that night I did the same thing in the dark and he followed me afterwards…the next night, as soon I’d gotten myself hard, I could actually hear his heavy breathing while listening to me. I said out loud, ‘Timmy, it sure would be nice if you did this for me!”

“Oh my God, what did he do?” I asked.

“I heard him whimper and cough then he said, ‘Thomas, please, I don’t think it would be right’…I said ‘Timmy, get over here and feel my cock – don’t make me angry – don’t make me have to find another roommate!”

“You didn’t say that, did you?” I asked.

“Hell, yeah, and you know what? It worked! I heard him moving then suddenly my bed sagged from his weight and he grabbed my cock, and the rest, as they say, is history!” he said smiling.

“He was my first male lover, and a very obedient one at that…it took only two-nights before I had him take it in his mouth then after that I had him blow me several times every day!” he said triumphantly.

My breathing had suddenly become labored, and surprise-surprise, my dick was now hard inside my briefs. I was acutely aware of his hand still massaging my thigh. I ever so subtly tried to move away from him but he took hold of my hand and pressed it to the crotch of his slacks.

Oh my God, he had an erection, and he forced my fingers around it. I would have cried out in protest but I certainly didn’t want to cause a scene and have other people notice what we were doing.

He suddenly grasped my prick düzce escort thru my pants and squeezed it then innocently smiled at me and said, “Move your hand back-and-forth on my cock!”

I swiveled my head from side-to-side to see if anyone was watching us. To demonstrate his point, he moved his hand back-and-forth on mine.

“Tell me YOUR story, John,” he said.

“No, uh, I can’t…” I protested.

“Johnny, you made a promise – I told you mine now it’s your turn!” he said.

I didn’t remember promising him any such thing. I wasn’t sure, my head was spinning and I saw stars dancing before my eyes. All I knew is I wanted to get out of there – I didn’t want to get caught with my hand on a man’s hard dick.

“Thomas, no, please-“

“Well, okay, let’s get a couple more drinks and take them back to my room…we’ll have more privacy there!” he said.

I think I would have agreed to anything to get out of the glare of the casino lights.

“Oh, okay,” I said.

Standing, I was acutely aware of my hard prick inside my briefs. I glanced down to see how noticeable it was – it wasn’t – not at all.

I couldn’t help myself and took a quick peek at his crotch – oh, yes, I could definitely see the outline of his cock straining against his slacks. He didn’t seem to care about it.

I spilled a good quarter of the martini on our walk to his room. Well, he walked, I kind of stumbled. Luckily, he was able to keep me upright with his strong hands.

What happened to his drink? I wondered. Did he forget it at the bar? I then remembered he’d only gotten one for me.

When he inserted his key card in the door of his room I was overcome with a deluge of guilt and shame.

Oh my God, this is SO wrong, John. Get out of here – go to your room and go to bed!

The next thing I knew he was pushing me inside the room.

He guided me to the bed and we sat on the end of it. He suddenly turned my face to his and before I could get out of the way, he kissed me full on the lips. I spilled more of my drink.

“Thomas, no, please,” I said when I was able to break free.

He smiled and said, “I can’t help myself, I am attracted to you, John…I’ll bet you were the cutest little guy growing up…okay, no one can hear you now, go ahead and tell me your story!”

I took a deep gulp of liquid courage and coughed. I suddenly felt relaxed.

Thomas stood and said, “You may as well finish your drink while I get comfortable!”

Huh? What? ‘While I get comfortable?’ What does that mean?

To my horror and astonishment he began undressing. Instead of making a run for the door, I closed my eyes and did as I was told. I drained the rest of the martini in two big swallows.

When I opened my eyes Thomas stood before me wearing only string, bikini briefs.

Oh my God, he has the same undies as me!

His penis had softened, but that didn’t prevent his package from causing a large bulge in the crotch. I saw a small stain and figured it to be pre-cum from his earlier erection.

Suddenly I became woozy from the last two swallows of gin. My body began swaying from side-to-side. Thomas was busy with his hands.

What’s he doing? I wondered.

I heard him chuckle and say, “How cute – we’re wearing the same briefs!”

I looked at his then mine. His were black and mine were red.

Then I wondered, hey, wait a minute, why am I only wearing my undies?

He rejoined me on the bed and put his arm around me.

“Okay, go ahead with your story, cutie!” he said. “How old were you when this happened?”

It felt good to have someone holding me. My head was floating in the clouds. There was no longer any shame, guilt or fear. The words flowed freely.

“I was twenty-two. One night I went out by myself and got drunk. My roommate was working…I left the bar at midnight to go home, but I didn’t want to go there yet…I thought and thought and finally drove to a park a few miles from my apartment…I parked the car and sat inside a long time…”

“What kind of ‘park’ was this?” he asked me.

“Well, you know…during the day it was a normal park with a pond in the middle…mothers and their children would go there…”

“And at night?”

“Well, it was, uh, it became a place where men would hang out…you know, to meet other men…”

“Had you ever gone there before?”

“Uh, yeah, a couple times but I never got out of the car…”

“You chickened out!”

“I guess so…anyway, on that night I finally got out of the car and walked down a slight hill to the pond…I was so nervous I had to take a leak and I saw the bathrooms on the other side of the pond so I began walking to them…”

“Could you see or was it dark?”

“The path around the pond had lampposts every thirty or forty feet, but the trees surrounding the path were all in dark…”

“Were there other men there?”

“No, I didn’t see anyone…”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Well, disappointed, I guess…”

“Because you went there to get picked up by a man and no one was around!”

“Well, yes…anyway, all the way around the pond I didn’t see a soul…when I reached the men’s room, I stopped and looked around – nobody…I went in and took a leak then stood outside for about a minute and still didn’t see anyone…well, I began feeling foolish for even being there, I mean, I wasn’t gay, what was I doing there?”

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Chapter 3 – Five Fantasies Fulfilled

1

A couple of weeks had passed since I had accepted my sexuality. I truly loved cock, and Matt’s cock in particular. I wanted to spend my free time with it in my mouth, or hand, or slapping my face, ready to taste and eat its creamy cum. Sadly, Matt was out of town quite a bit, although he did have me over a few more times, where he let me suck him dry. I had become adept at bringing him to completion with my mouth and hand, and the last time I was able to jerk myself off while he came in my mouth. The mutual orgasm was probably the most incredible thing I had ever felt.

It was Saturday and I was checking my mail every few minutes as I knew Matt would return from another of his business trips today. Sure enough, he had written but I was stunned when I read it. Instead of inviting me over for another suck session, he was telling me that he had started a relationship with another guy and wanted to be faithful. I was crushed. I would never see, touch, or suck his delicious cock again. I asked if I could give him one last goodbye suck, desperation obvious in my tone, but he refused. He did tell me to keep seeking other men because I was a great cocksucker and I should get as much experience as possible. He then mentioned Craigslist and coming up with some personal fantasies, and that was the last I ever heard from Matt and his cock.

Late that night I called Janine on the computer. As I mentioned, we were drifting apart but I was suddenly lonely and vulnerable. She eventually answered but had forgotten to turn her video off. I immediately knew that I would be dumped twice in the same day. She had clearly been fooling around; her hair was mussed and she was flushed, a bra strap showing on one shoulder. I tried to break it off right away, but she beat me to the punch, telling me she met someone else and we were through. I told her to take care and signed off. I was far more upset about losing Matt’s cock than Janine and went to bed to mope, falling asleep and dreaming of sucking Matt off in front of everyone at work, waking with a raging hard-on that I immediately took care of.

The next day I was in better spirits and decided to take Matt’s advice about fantasies and thought about some new things that I wanted to do with a guy. I loved sucking cock and had already eaten cum a few times as well as been the recipient of a full-on facial. Anal sex did not interest me, I was far more into orally pleasing the man and swallowing cum. I realized that Matt had never kissed me and I made that my first fantasy: to make out with another man. I also remembered how much I loved sucking and licking his cock while he was still wearing his briefs and wanted to make a man cum while he was wearing his underwear.

I continued to think about cocks and wondered what it would be like to be pissed on. I had done golden showers with a couple of women, but they never did it to me. I started to dream of being in a shower on my knees while a man streamed his piss all over me. That became my third fantasy. As I surfed the net looking for stories that would turn me on, I found a video where a guy ate a pizza while four other guys came on it. I thought that was incredibly hot and made cum-covered food fantasy number four. I then realized that since I loved cock so much, I would probably love two cocks even more. An all-guy threesome became my fifth and final fantasy. I resolved to spend the next couple of months finding guys who would help me become more experienced, fulfill my fantasies and forget Matt in the process.

The adult hookup site I had used to meet Matt still had my profile as straight, so I went to Craigslist as Matt suggested. It didn’t take long for me to realize that this was the mother lode – even in a place like Hong Kong, there were dozens of men looking for a bi or gay experience, every single day. I found one guy who was visiting and looking for another guy to come to his hotel for some fun. I replied to his ad, giving him my stats and a picture of my cock. He was quick to answer and in my reply, I asked him if he liked kissing. He was OK with that, and told me his hotel and room number. It all happened in less than an hour and I marveled at how many opportunities I had missed over the past few months. I had heard about problems with Craigslist but it turned out that most posts were from horny men who weren’t getting any at home and turned to bi sex to get off.

I arrived at his swanky hotel and went to his room without being noticed. It was a different experience that I had become used to with Matt as I had not even spoken to this man before. He opened the door quickly and motioned me in. I quickly realized that I had no idea what to do in this situation. Whereas with Matt, we had discussed our plans beforehand and he had prepared, this time I wasn’t sure who would make the first move. I didn’t even know this guy’s name. While I stood there like an idiot, he had moved to çorum escort the bed. I finally got a look at him. About 40, balding, not unattractive but nothing compared to Matt. He was wearing a hotel-issue bathrobe that was quite long, covering most of his body. I wasn’t sure I wanted to continue, but from the way he was looking at me I could tell that he liked what he saw. I knew that many women found me good-looking, but I never thought myself attractive to members of the same sex.

He motioned me to the bed, so I took off my shoes and hopped up next to him, unsure of what would transpire but not strong enough to run away. He immediately began rubbing my crotch. I tried to relax but I was really nervous; I had gotten myself into a situation where I wasn’t in control. He must have sensed my anxiety because he asked if I was OK. I muttered something about being new to this and he smiled, telling me to lie back and relax. He then undid my jeans, sliding them off my legs and tossing them on the chair next to the bed. My cock wasn’t hard yet but he continued to rub it as he kissed my chest and stomach. He was enjoying himself as he slowly moved his tongue down my body, using his teeth to remove my underwear. He gazed at my hardening cock with unbridled lust, telling me how beautiful it was, before putting it in his mouth and beginning to suck. I lay there for 20 minutes with a complete stranger giving me head, my mind thinking about how weird my life had become rather than appreciating the effort this man was expending on my account. He didn’t seem to mind though, gleefully teasing my dick with his tongue. I didn’t know if I wanted to kiss him or suck him, so I didn’t offer, allowing him to continue pleasuring me. I couldn’t say I was enjoying it, with the memories of my experience with Matt still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but Matt was the perfect teacher. He wasn’t pushy, was attractive with a great cock, and helped me overcome my initial shame with some words of encouragement. Was this what he had led me to with his advice about Craigslist and fantasies? I wondered if he would be disappointed in how quickly I had moved into this world.

Finally, Baldy (he had never told me his name, which I soon discovered was an unwritten rule in these anonymous encounters) stopped sucking me and looked up. He asked me if I wanted to suck him. By now his bathrobe and come loose, but it was still covering his dick. I reached over and lifted the bathrobe. When I saw what he had, my reservations were cancelled. It was enormous, probably 10 inches long, thick, red, with a huge, leaking mushroom head. It reminded me of cocks I had seen in those porno movies. I looked at him and nodded silently. I opened the bathrobe fully and kissed his chest and nipples as my hand stretched to grab his cock. I moved up to his shoulders when he pulled me close to him and kissed me on my lips. His whiskers burned as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I kissed him back and moved my hand up to his head, cradling it as we began to make out. Our tongues touched and I found myself fulfilling my first fantasy. It didn’t bother me that he was older and balding, I was making out with another guy and I liked it. We kept kissing, deeply at first, then lightly, then with tongues. I could taste my cock as he probed me and found it a wonderful turn on. After a few minutes though, my face was raw with whisker burn and I moved away, turning my attention to his now throbbing member.

I went down on him, amazed at how this rather boring looking guy could have such a fantastic package. As I stretched my mouth around its girth, I realized that this was cock number 2 for me. I had trouble at first as I wasn’t used to such a thick rod, but I slowly got the hang of it and began to suck, moving my head up and down his dick. My inexperience left me unable to take the whole thing in my mouth, so I had to lick the end of his shaft to keep it wet. I also dove into his balls, which were hairy and musky and a new experience. But nothing could top his dick. I returned to it and spent the next 15 minutes eagerly sucking it while he watched me.

Suddenly he pulled out and told me to turn over. I quickly told him no anal, and he said not to worry. I did as I was told and he straddled my ass, jerking off. Suddenly he yelped and I felt his cum on my ass. It was a weird feeling, but he was obviously loving it. When he was done, he wiped his cum into my ass crack, and then lightly fingered my asshole with it. I was surprised by his actions, but not turned off. When he had satisfied himself, he turned me over and went back to sucking me. Within minutes I was ready and told him so. He stopped sucking me and got off the bed, onto his knees. “Face, face, face,” he grunted.

I stood up in front of him and began to jerk off, coming almost immediately. He moaned as my cum landed on his forehead, nose, cheeks, and chin. As I finished, I sat çorum escort bayan back down on the bed, exhausted. He stayed on his knees, my cum dripping off his face and onto the floor. “You can go,” was all he said.

I wanted to shower, especially with his cum in my ass, but was forced to wash up quickly and get dressed. As soon as my boxers were on I could feel his cum dripping into them. He had not moved, staying on his knees with my cum slowly drying on his face. He told me to be quiet and quick on the way out as his co-workers were around. I checked the hallway through the peephole and when the coast was clear, opened the door and snuck out, without even saying goodbye.

My boxers were wet and I knew I smelled like sex, so I walked home, which was only 20 minutes or so. As I did, I reflected on my first anonymous encounter. I certainly had enjoyed some of it, particular my first giant cock, but the end result was not satisfying. I had loved Matt’s cock, but this unknown guy was just a way for me to trying to get over losing it. I was on the rebound, and like all men on the rebound, I would take whatever I could get in order to regain my self-esteem.

2

I spent every evening that week on Craigslist, studying the ads. I had begun to think about my other fantasies and was jerking off regularly to them but there wasn’t anybody looking to do the same. On Friday night, I decided to post my own ad to see what I could find. I wrote about my underwear fetish and how I wanted to suck cock through a pair of dark, tight boxers. Within 15 minutes of the ad going live, I had two replies. One was a from a local Chinese guy, the other from a white guy who was visiting. I wasn’t particularly attracted to Asian men, so I replied to the white guy first. He said he would love for me to come by his hotel and help him shoot a load, so I asked him for a picture of him in his boxers. He sent one through with his cock clearly outlined in a tight pair of navy blue shorts. My mouth watered as soon as I laid eyes on it. I told him what I wanted to do and he invited me over, telling me the hotel and room number.

I hurried over, grabbing a taxi and racing to the elevator when I arrived. It was one of the classiest hotels in the city and he was on the 50th floor, clearly he worked for a big company with a lot of coin. I took the elevator up and found his room. Before I could knock, he opened the door and let me in. He was tall and good looking, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes that were sparkling in anticipation. A square jaw completed the picture. I was surprised that I wanted to kiss him, a feeling I had not experienced before.

He invited me in and offered me a drink from the mini-bar. I accepted a beer and we started to chat, again avoiding names. I admired the amazing view while we made small talk. It was surreal for me to think about why I was here. He obviously had done this before and was completely relaxed. He asked me if I was bi or gay, and how long I had been doing this sort of thing. I was truthful and told him about my fantasy while looking pointedly at his crotch, imagining the blue boxers hiding beneath his pants. He stood up and moved towards me on the other chair. I didn’t need any encouragement. I immediately got on my knees and undid his belt and fly. He slipped out of his trousers and took off his shirt, revealing a beautifully sculpted chest and abs. His cock was not hard yet but I could see its shape inside his boxers. I put my hands on his ass and brought him close to my face. I loved the feeling of his cotton boxers and rubbed his bubble butt while I pushed my face into his crotch. I could smell his scent and inhaled deeply. I could feel his cock hardening and began to kiss it and lick it, making his boxers damp. I loved feeling his cock get harder and harder as I continued to press my mouth over its shape. He put his hands on my head and began to thrust his hips, face fucking me as best he could. By now his cock was rock solid and I could actually put the tip of it in my mouth as it tented his shorts. There was a lot of precum which I licked, trying to taste it. I closed my mouth around his tip and tried to suck it, my hands still on his ass. He kept thrusting, and his tip was in and out of my mouth, his boxers by now completely wet with his precum and my saliva.

I was truly enjoying this, and I wanted him to cum in his underwear so I could eat it. He continued to push and I realized he was thinking the same thing. I opened my mouth wide as he quickened his pace, his breath short. He grabbed my head and pulled me into him as he began to cum. There were no shots in my throat though, the cum just leaked through his boxers. I used my tongue to lick it off and swallow it as he continued to moan, holding me tight against him. As he finished, he let me go and I looked at what I had just done. There was still some cum that had snuck through, so I sucked it off. He escort çorum took off his boxers, and I saw what a gorgeous cock he had, 7 inches of beauty glistening with leftover cum. Before I could get to that, he showed me the inside of his underwear, also covered in cum. I opened my mouth and he pushed his boxers inside, ensuring I got as much cum as I could. I loved his taste and the feeling of cotton on my tongue. I ate every drop.

When I was finished with his underwear, I returned my attention to his cock, not wanting that cum to go to waste, so I began to suck it, the third cock I had in my mouth in my life. Amazingly as I sucked he began to harden again. I grabbed his balls and began to give him a real blow job, but he pulled out, saying he wanted to piss first. I realized that I could fulfill two fantasies in one night and without thinking, asked him if he wanted to piss on me. He raised his eyebrows, surprised by my request, but he accepted. I took off my clothes and followed him into the bathroom.

The shower was set up with a mirror inside and I got inside and on my knees so I could watch myself get pissed on. He entered and asked me where he should point. I didn’t want to drink it, just for him to piss all over shoulders and chest. His cock was flaccid by now and he held against against my face for a second. I kissed the tip and moved back, watching the mirror as he let loose. His piss was warmer than I expected as it fell all over me. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing – myself on my knees in a shower in a hotel in Hong Kong, having a complete stranger pissing on me. It was over in 20 seconds and the smell of piss dominated the shower. Before I could get up though, he came closer and told me to suck him.

My knees were still resting in his piss as I grabbed his cock and put it in my mouth. I could taste the last bit of his piss and it was very bitter, but it was quickly replaced by the deliciousness of his cock. He was still soft but as I began to suck, he got hard again very quickly. I began to touch my cock, feeling his piss in my pubes. I gave him a good long blow job, but the odor of his piss on my body and the floor became too strong to continue. I pulled his cock out and asked if we could clean up. He agreed and we showered together. I got in close and we washed each other’s backs, which was surprisingly erotic. As we turned to face each other, I leaned in to kiss him and was relieved that he responded. We stood in the shower kissing for a long time, our dicks touching. My need for cock got the better of me, so I returned to my knees and he turned off the shower. I began to suck him again and I guess he had enjoyed kissing me as he came almost immediately. I had no trouble gulping down this smaller second load. As my mouth gripped his cock, I could feel his jism pulsating through the shaft as it entered my throat. It was an unreal experience and one I wanted to repeat as soon as possible.

My still anonymous partner was spent and returned to the bed. I was more than happy to jerk off in his shower, content that I had eaten cum through underwear and been pissed on at the same time. After I came, I briefly showered again. When I went out to dress, he was snoring in his bed, still naked. I stared at him for a minute, wondering if I should take a picture of his great body, but decided against it. How could that be explained if it was found? Instead I quietly let myself out and headed home, tired but satisfied.

3

I still had two fantasies to achieve but already Matt was a distant memory. I had learned a lot about myself in the meantime. I finally admitted that I loved sucking cock, and I loved cum anywhere on my body, especially streaming down my throat. I couldn’t wait to eat something with another guy’s cum in it. With that in mind, I placed another ad on Craigslist a couple of days later, wondering if anybody wanted to feed me a slice of jizza or a cumburger. This didn’t seem to appeal to many others as nobody replied, even after several days.

I decided to focus on my threesome fantasy instead. I posted a second ad, this time giving as much detail as I could without being identified. I admitted to be new to this, very orally submissive, and looking to suck two cocks at once. I knew my stats were an advantage given how many people refused to post anything like that, so I added those too, along with a cock pic. Sure enough, I had a reply within an hour. Turned out two gay guys were visiting later in the week and were looking to explore with a newbie. We exchanged several emails where I told them what I wanted and they told me about themselves. Finally, they agreed to write as soon as they arrived.

I was so horny for the rest of the week, every day was torture until I could get home and jerk off. The Friday they were scheduled to arrive passed so slowly; I was counting the minutes until I could get over to their place. I checked my email and they had arrived a bit early and expected me as soon as possible. I immediately told my secretary I needed to leave early and headed over to their hotel, not quite as classy as the one I had visited earlier, but still decent and not one where I would be out of place had I been noticed. I walked up to their 5th floor room and knocked.

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**Disclaimer**

The events that unfold in this article have not occurred in my life. I don’t know if they ever will.

Am I bi-sexual? This is a question I have long wondered. I have had some serious fantasies and even more vivid dreams from time to time about having various forms of sex with other men. Sometimes the dreams occur after having read and self- pleasured myself some of the Gay Male stories in .com. But not always. This is a continuing tale of how I could eventually find myself in a situation to find out.

Feel free to let me know whether or not you like it or not. Thank you all for the past comments, I really did appreciate them. Uhmm, and thanks for the many offers to make my fantasies cum true. Who knows, maybe it could happen**

The next morning, after we sucked each other off we both headed for the Convention Center. He needed to get his general session stuff together and I needed to touch base with the Labor Steward, Larry Wilcox. Larry and I hit it off pretty easily as he and I discussed my immediate labor needs and as well what I would need for the rest of the week. That morning, at about 10:30am I was too meet with the leads he was sending me so that we could hash out the schedule and what not.

The next few days were pretty hectic due to all of the set-up of the AV equipment and making sure all of the local AV techs were kept happy. Some knew what they were doing and others were typical neck down people that the local unions tend to send out. I was able to form quite a nucleus of the knowledgeable ones though so that the rest could learn the trade better. That’s always a plus.

each breakout room had a basic equipment load list of an LCD package (screen, skirt, LCD projector, projector table and skirt for it), an audio package (two wireless lavaliers, three wired mics (two aisle and one at the podium) and a mixer), and a notebook for their powerpoint or whatever. The guy they had assigned us as the computer tech really knew what he was doing. He even showed me some new tweaks and I ain’t no slouch when it comes to computers. He also was just right for me to think of him as some serious eye candy. If I hadn’t been so new to the world of bi-sexuality I might have tried something. There did seem to be an interesting gleam in his eyes a few times. He was brother to Larry Wilcox and his name was Chad.

Chad had blond hair, kind of short and eyes that really interesting purple looking color. He had a really nice build and on the first days when the crew was ok to wear jeans, his package looked pretty significant and….well, let’s just say it looked scrumptious even to a newbie like me. Everytime he came around I found reasons to talk shop with him. We hit it off real well. It is unfortunate that we didn’t have a chance to do more than chat on that show, he was really hot. I am also pretty sure that he caught me staring at his cock a few times.

Anyway, Lee was just as busy for much the same reasons. It’s a toss up who had the more critical project to work on. His General Session would form the entire center piece to this whole show. edirne escort Mine would merely be a side note, but it would be a pretty significant side note.

Finally we happened to have a day where our downtime schedules matched. We both took showers and then began the long walk down Nicolette Mall looking for a place to eat. We ended up in this mid-scale diner place and just had burgers and fries. One thing they had that I love to have are homemade vanilla shakes made with real homemade ice cream. Yummm!! My taste buds nearly had their own orgasm right then and there.

After we were through we headed on down a side street that led us to the next street over. Man, this street was hopping. Lots of activity going on here. We saw one little hole in the wall place that was an adult theater so we went in. It was actually in decent shape and clean too. We finally decided on a flick. I am sure each of us was thinking that we could be back in our room taking care of some business but instead we just kept on going in. The movie was called “The Switch Is On”. It was kinda hokey with some very bad acting, but the plot was ok. The star of the movie had one of the worst hairdos I have ever seen. But the sex scenes were pretty hot and I have to tell you, he had a very nice looking cock.

Just from checking his out my own cock got very hard. I looked over and Lee was having the same problem. We both kind of looked around and realized that the theater was pretty empty. There just weren’t that many people there. So, we very surreptitiously got our cocks out of our jeans and began stroking them. I looked over at Lee’s and it looked so good I just had to stroke it a little. So, I reached over and replaced his hand with mine and began stroking up and down. Damn this was HOT. It felt so solid and yet soft to the touch at the same time. His pre-cum was oozing out all over my hand so, after a quick look around to see who was watching I leaned over and cleaned off the head of his cock. He just moaned and put his hand on the back of my head keeping it there.

So, as I stroked him up and down I also swirled my tongue around the head of his cock taking care to make sure that I hit that spot right below the head. Every time I did he kind of lifted out of his seat. I kind of looked out of the corner of my eye and I could see on the screen that there was a hot blonde guy blowing the other guy with the nice looking cock as he ate out the blonde guy’s wife. Talk about a hot scene. Even though my own hardon was pretty cramped due the angles I was at, it was still rock solid. Lee started mumbling something. I couldn’t quite make it out. He kept getting a little more insistent and finally it dawned on me. He was saying he was about to cum over and over and his body movements were getting more and more frantic and jerky. I just kept his cock in my mouth. I mean, what else could I have done. I got him all worked up like this and where was the cum supposed to go? All over his pants. Besides, I wanted to taste his hot delicious cream again.

Finally he jammed my face down escort edirne on his cock, forcing it a little deeper in my mouth. His body just froze after that. All it took was one more swirl of my tongue around the head of his cock and he exploded his cum into my mouth. I guess because I was ready for it this time, I was able to get it all in and swallow it. Tasting it as it slid across my tongue and down my throat made me crave even more. When he got to the end his whole body just kind of relaxed and melted into the seat he was sitting in.

I let go of his cock and waited for him to regain control of his breathing. I saw a little bit more cum out of the tip of his cock and leaned over and slurped it in. He jumped a small bit, but then was still again. I realized that we had an audience and looked up and there was a seedy looking guy standing there in the row behind us stroking his own cock.

He said, “Wow, that was some show. Wanna do me too?”

Taking in all of him at a glance and realizing that A.) He was a seedy looking guy so who knows if he has some kind of disease or something and B.) His cock looked so small I would have a hard time finding it and finally C.) Uhmmm, HELL NO. I just replied, “No Thanks. We have an early call time tomorrow.”

I stood up and stuffed my cock into my pants. Then I zipped up. Lee was doing the same. We headed for the door. As we got close the door opened up and someone left. In the light that came through I would almost swear that the guy who walked out was Sam, the owner of the AV Company we were working for on this one. When we got out there whoever it was nowhere to be seen so I just shrugged it off and forgot about it.

We headed back to the hotel where we just crashed out hard. The next day was a dark day for Lee. Meaning that the General Session wasn’t running at all. He had a few morning rehearsals and that was it. So, at about lunchtime he came to see me in the temporary office/storeroom I had at the hotel. All of my union crew had left for their mandatory lunch break so it was just him and me.

He asked me, “Do you have the key to that door” and indicating at the doors to the storeroom? I replied, “Yeah, why?”

He just said, “Why don’t you lock it so we can continue where we left off last night.” I was up and over there locking the doors before he could finish what he was saying. He just laughed at my eagerness. I put a piece of gaff tape on the peepholes and made sure the back hall door was also locked as well.

He pulled me close to him, got on his knees in front of me and unbuttoned my pants and began nibbling on my hardening cock through my boxer briefs and even sucking on it a little bit too. It didn’t take long before I was as hard as a rock. His head went down a little further and he lightly nibbled on my balls. It felt like heaven.

After a few minutes he pulled my briefs down and just gazed at my hard cock. Then he reached up and began to lightly stroke it. His lips and tongue went down to my balls and he just barely grazed them. It felt like one of the edirne escort bayan most erotic things I have ever felt in my life. He teased me like that for several minutes until finally he pulled my cock down and just filled his mouth with it. Swirling his tongue around the head of my cock, he began plunging up and down on it while simultaneously pulling my and pushing my hips back and forth. He was basically fucking his own mouth and using my body and cock to do it with.

I put my hands on his head and began sawing back and forth into his hot wet mouth. I was face fucking him like the cockslut he evidently wanted to be. He was loving it too. Saliva and precum began coating his chin and every time my balls hit it they made a slapping sound. I could tell it wasn’t going to take long before I blew my load down his throat.

He wiped his finger in the trail of saliva and reached around and began playing with my asshole. I instinctively tightened up before I knew what he was doing and then I loosened up. He shoved his finger deep into my asshole and started fucking me. All the while he also began a suction with his lips locked around the head of my cock. I felt like he was literally trying to suck my cum out of my balls. Then he shoved a second finger in my ass and one of them started hitting my prostrate and that’s all it took for me to totally lose it. I did my best to be quiet about it, but I wasn’t too sure just how successful I was at it when I exploded deep into his mouth. It had to be the very best cum I had ever had. The world just kind of went away for awhile.

I stood there leaning against one of my storage tables (thank God it didn’t fall over with all that gear on it) totally drained. I had zero energy left. My pants were around my ankles and my cock was slowly but surely going back down while dribbling what little bit of cum I had left in me. Lee leaned over and gobbled it up and just sat there on his haunches looking up at me. Cum and drool all over his chin. He smiled and said, “That’s for the other night at the theater.”

I just kind of nodded. Speech was still beyond me at that particular moment in time. I heard the door handles rattle and then someone was calling me on the radio to come open the storeroom as they needed something. That snapped me back to reality and I began getting all straightened up. Lee did the same. We left by the back door and went thru some back hallway areas until we wound up back in the main hallway area and I went back and let the techs in. Lee went on up to the room. He said he was going to catch up on some sleep.

Unfortunately, that was the last time we were able to get together and explore this new (new to me anyway) avenue of sexuality. My part of the show ended two days before his did and I flew out earlier. I would always remember the first time I had sex with another man. It was everything I had hoped it would be and more. All my fantasies came true that week. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to do it again or not now that I had fulfilled my desires, but I did know that I really liked doing it. Actually, I kind of liked being a cockslut. Just like in some of the .com stories.

**I may one day find out if this the way it goes and feels and experiences. I may not. Who knows. All I know is that today, right now, I wish to. I hope that yall enjoyed sharing my fantasy with me. I may continue this fantasy another time.**

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The Starlings invited the Fraziers over for Thanksgiving dinner in Greenwich and Jack’s family agreed, although June protested a bit. She had planned to spend it with Stacy and Liam at the Ferguson house, but last minute conceded to go with the rest of her family to CT. Brayden, who goes everywhere Henrietta goes, also planned to attend Thanksgiving in Greenwich. Since they were cooking for 14, Ethan, EJ and Jack drove down early Wednesday morning to help with the preparations.

Jack met Alan Jr., Ethan’s older brother who they call AJ, that lives in California with his wife Rebecca who is ethnically Korean but born in New Jersey. They were there for the week. He met their two sons, Alan the 3rd, called Al, who was 8 and Thomas called Tommy, who was 4. AJ and Becky both teach on campus at Berkeley, AJ in the economics department, Becky in the sociology department. Between a full house and Suzanne putting them to work cleaning the house, they barely spent any time together the whole day.

As they were laying in bed that night holding each other Ethan said, “I don’t think I have ever fucked anyone in my room before.”

Jack said, “Really? Not even Carlos?” He poked him.

Ethan was thoughtful. “Oh yea. We did one time. But that was like the worse day of my life so I think I’ve tried to forget it.”

Jack asked, “Why?”

Ethan looked at him sideways and asked, “Do you really want to talk about first loves and ex boyfriends right now?”

Jack shrugged, “Won’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”

Ethan sighed, then said quickly, “We were 16 we had sex, I told him I loved him and he told me he didn’t love me. Then he left the following day and wouldn’t return my calls for months.”

“How did you go from that to him being your best friend?” Jack asked.

“Well we were kids then we grew up. He’s always only ever had his mom and me so when he started talking to me again I didn’t shut him out. By then I was with someone else from my high school up here and he was too, so it was ok. We had other relationships and supported each other through everything. We’re kind of each other’s person, the one person I can talk to about anything, and I’m the same for him.

Jack was thoughtful listening to Ethan who continued, “Speaking of which, I had planned to spend New Years Eve in Times Square this year. I reserved a room way in advance right in the middle of all of it to spend the night there with EJ. Then on New Year’s Day we are meeting up with some of my friends in the city, including ‘Los and whoever he slept with the night before most likely. You’re coming right?”

Jack smiled in his chest. “You want me to be your date for New Year’s Eve?”

“Fuck you, EJ is my date. You can come along as the baby sitter and occasional concubine.”

Jack laughed, “You always know how to make me feel so loved and needed.”

Ethan kissed his head. “And I always will.”He kissed his head again, and said, “I want to be inside you so bad right now, but it’s a full house and you’re a kinda loud.”

Jack bit his nipple hard through his shirt and said, “Asshole.” Ethan yelped, then laughed.

He lifted Jack’s head up to look into those emerald eyes of his. They kissed deeply and passionately as they removed each other’s clothes until they were fully naked. Then Jack got on top of Ethan and grinded their erections together. They kissed and Ethan held onto Jack’s bottom tightly against him as Jack moved against him up and down.

After they frotted for a while, Ethan said, “Fuck I’m so close. Don’t fucking stop babe. Don’t.” Jack leaned into him and sucked on his neck hard. As he felt the first waves of his orgasm he whispered, “Come with me baby.” The he slipped a finger into Jack’s bum.

Jack let out a loud moan and Ethan came first with Jack coming seconds afterwards. They laid still, sticky with both of their Irish cream between them on their chests. Jack made to roll off but Ethan move his arms to around his back and held him tight.

“Stay with me,” He whispered.

And Jack who was still in Ethan’s neck whispered back in his ear, “Forever.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next day Jack’s family arrived early so Marie could help with the cooking and force Henrietta, Mina and June to join them. Jack introduced his uncle Henry and Brayden to Alan and AJ, and they became fast friends even with the sports rivalries. They watched football, drank beer and talked sports, the stock market and politics. After a bit, Ethan tapped Jack on the shoulder for them to head upstairs since everyone was occupied, including EJ with his cousins.

Ethan locked the door as soon as they entered the room and they immediately embraced and kissed. Ethan said, “I feel like I haven’t been alone with you in days.”

“Because you haven’t, we’ve been busy.” Jack said. He started moving toward the bed backwards, taking Ethan with him. He asked, “How much time do we have?”

Ethan looked at his watch before he pushed Jack back on the bed. “Turkey went in about 11am and it’s noon so I’d say about 3 hours give or take. Longer than Sundays.”

He laid on top of Jack fully clothed and they kissed. erzincan escort Then Jack used his strength to push Ethan over until he was on top and moved on top of him like he did the night before.

Ethan said, “Uh-uh Jackie Bear, I want all of it.” He patted his ass.

Jack stopped moving, kissed him on the lips and said, “Ethan. Let me fuck you.”

Ethan smiled, “Huh?” He pretended like he didn’t understand the request.

Jack’s eyes narrowed, “Let. Me. Fuck. You.” Since his birthday three weeks ago they only had sex four times but Ethan only bottomed for him one other time.

“And if I say no?” He said but his brown eyes sparkled and Jack knew he wouldn’t actually tell him no.

“Then you will be blowing yourself for the next two weeks.” Jack said defiantly.

Ethan laughed heartily. He patted Jack’s bottom again and said seriously, “You don’t have to ask every time you know. You could just…you know. Take it.”

“That sound a bit rapey to me, so no thanks.” Ethan laughed. Jack then said, “I just want to make sure you’re good, every time. I know you’re typically a top so…” He shrugged.

Ethan ran both his hands through Jack’s hair. “With you, I am everything you’ll ever want or need me to be. I’ll be your top, bottom, cum slut man pussy whore if that’s what you need.” Jack laughed as Ethan pulled his face down for a kiss. “I’m good. Stop asking me. I’m yours.”

Jack smiled as he stood up and started taking off his clothes. He grabbed the lube as Ethan used his radio remote to put on soft R&B music. Jack pulled off Ethan’s pants, then his shirt and kissed him all over his chest, then put his member in his mouth. Ethan moaned, then used the remote to turn the music up louder, just in case.

Jack leaned back to sit on his hind legs between Ethan and lubed up Ethan’s hole first, inserting his fingers inside until he was nice and wet. Then he leaned over and took Ethan’s penis with his and lubed them both up, making a show of stroking them both using two hands.

Ethan moaned, “Uuuugggh…unless you want me to come like thissssss…”

Jack let him go and lubed himself some more, then slowly entered Ethan. Ethan moaned and reached up to grab Jack on his sides with both hands. When Jack was all the way in, he gave Ethan a few seconds then leaned over him and kissed him as he began to move inside of him. Jack picked up the pace and Ethan got louder and he loved that he could make Ethan feel as good as Ethan makes him feel, and make him give up control.

Ethan’s insides were on fire as Jack slammed into his rectum over and over again and he never wanted him to stop. He came hands free all over his chest but that did not stop Jack from pounding him. He continued to get fucked and his penis kept ozing out cum. Jack never wanted to stop either, Ethan was so tight and it felt amazing. But eventually he started feeling his own orgasm coming up.

He leaned all the way down and kissed Ethan and said, “Tell me.”

And Ethan knew what he wanted to hear. He said breathlessly, “I fucking… love you… Jackie Bear. Fucking… love you…love you.”

Jack pumped right through his orgasm, cumming intensely and silently as his voice was caught in his throat. Finally he stopped moving and Ethan could still feel his penis pulsing inside of him making him continue to be hard and horny. He tapped Jack to move off him and Jack slide off to the side. Ethan stood up and grabbed the lube to stroke himself fully erect again while Jack watched with that sideways smile of his. He knew they were not done.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Suzanne asked, “Where is Ethan? He’s supposed to help me with the stuffing, he likes it a certain way.”

“Well he’s not in the living room with the boys, I just came from there.” Becky said.

Mina said slyly, “Anybody check upstairs? Where’s Jack?”

“They went upstairs hours ago.” June said casually.

Suzanne looked up sharply. “Are you kidding me? Right now?”

“Oh honey they do this every Sunday.” Marie said, “They drop Ethan off with us, find a reason to excuse themselves and we don’t see them until it’s time to eat.”

“Are you serious?” She asked incredulously.

Marie repeated, “Every Sunday.”

Mina tried to help, “To be fair, they don’t really get a chance to…be together during the week because they are both working. Not to mention EJ sleeps in the same bed with them at night. So if they need a moment to connect, I say let them.”

Suzanne groaned. “Ugh. They can keep it in their pants for one more day. They are acting like love sick teenagers.”

“That’s because they are in love.” June said factually. Everyone looked at her as she continued to mix the cheeses for the mac and cheese.

Suzanne asked, “Did Ethan tell you that?”

“No, Jack did.” June said. “They confessed their love for each other. And they plan on staying together as committed partners. Raise EJ together.” Suzanne’s eyes grew wide.

“Wow.” Becky said. “That’s huge for Ethan.”

Mina asked, “Why? It seems normal to me, with how close they are.”

“Because the escort erzincan last time Ethan fell in love, it ended badly. Like, real bad.” Becky said. “It was like four years ago but he pretty much vowed never to fall in love again. And I believed him. I didn’t see him opening up again and so soon.”

“Well Jack has never really been in love, not as an adult. And he’s giving his all to Ethan. So I’m not surprised that they are opening up to each other.” June said.

Marie said, “Jack also doesn’t get serious about a lot of things, until he is serious. If he says he’s serious about Ethan being the one for him, then believe it.” She turned to Ethan’s mother. “What do you think Suzanne? You seem a bit stunned.”

“I am…I just want Ethan to be happy but he seems to struggle with finding happiness in his life. I truly do hope this is it for him. For both of them. Because I like Jack and he deserves to be happy too.”

“You raised a good son.” Marie said. “I couldn’t have asked for a better person for my boy.” The two moms hugged.

Suzanne then said, “But still, I have one rule with my boys – Nobody is fucking in my house but me! I’m bringing their asses back down.” Everyone laughed.

Mina said, “Awww, just give them another hour.”

Suzanne gave Mina a look, then relented. “OK. One hour.”

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Jack laid on Ethan’s chest, dazed and drained from the love making session they just had. “We need to make time to do this more often,” he said.

Ethan was rubbing Jack’s back. “It won’t be like this always. EJ will grow up and want nothing to do with us before you know it.”

“And what about his little siblings?”

“What siblings?”

“You really don’t want to have any more kids?” Jack asked.

“I mean…sure but not from my loins. My divorce was final right around this time last year. I’m not sticking my dick in another woman ever again.”

Jack said, “That’s OK. I’ll take one for the team.” Ethan nudged him then laughed.

They laid there listening to Babyface playing from Ethan’s mp3 player: “And no one does it like me/And no one but you/Has that kind of whip appeal on me/Keep on whipping on me…”

“I think our families are getting along,” Jack said.

“Yea, I guess everyone passed the test. Guess that means we got the OK to keep going,” Ethan said, making Jack smile. Then he said, “Let’s just stay up here a bit longer. Maybe through dinner. Maybe they won’t miss us.”

As if on cue, there was a knock on the door. Mina said, “Ethan, your mother wanted me to remind you of her number one house rule, and to politely invite you back downstairs. Hi Jack.” She sang Jack’s name.

Ethan started laughing. Jack asked, “What rule?”

“Nobody fucks in her house but her.” Ethan said still laughing.

“Oh my God!” Jack and laughed too.

“C’mon. Let’s go,” said Ethan. But he didn’t move and neither did Jack for another couple of minutes. Then Jack sat up and looked at Ethan. Ethan started at him for a moment, then sat up and they kissed.

Jack whispered, “I love you.”

Ethan ran his hands through Jack’s hair and touched his face. “You don’t even know Jackie Bear, how deep this love I have goes for you.” He said. “I’m never letting you go.” He laid Jack back down, grabbed the lube and pulled his legs apart to enter him one more time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Thanksgiving dinner was nice and uneventful until Jack said to Ethan’s parents, “Thank you for inviting me and my family to spend the holiday with you all.”

Suzanne said, “We’re happy to have you. Especially since you and Ethan have gotten so…close.” Jack smiled. Suzanne continued, “So how close are you two? Ethan hasn’t really said anything about it since he told us you were going to be more than friends back in September. How’s it going?”

Ethan said sarcastically, “It’s going great Ma, thanks for asking.” Jack snorted a laugh, then coughed.

“Don’t get snarky with me,” Suzanne scolded, “I’m just asking.”

“Sue, you know Ethan doesn’t talk unless it’s bad, so no news is good news.” said Alan.

“Well it must be going fantastic because I hear nothing!” She practically yelled at him.

AJ tried to help, “Ma, give it a rest will you?”

“What’s wrong with me wanting to know if my son is in love and happy? I’m his mother.”

“Because if he wanted you to know he would say it.” AJ said, still trying to defend is brother.

“But that’s the thing, he wouldn’t say it.” said Suzanne.

Ethan got annoyed. “Can everyone stop talking about me like I’m not right here?”

“Well if you would throw your mother a bone now and then she wouldn’t have to.” Alan said.

“Well Jack isn’t shy so let’s just ask Jack.” said Marie. “How is everything going between you and Ethan?”

The table got quiet as everyone looked at Jack, including Ethan. Jack looked at Ethan and he gestured with his hand toward the table as if to say, go ahead. Jack cleared his throat and said, “Well. We love each other. Committed to each other. And we’re happy.”

Ethan gave him a sideways smile, then turned erzincan escort bayan to his mother and said, “You happy? Now you know.”

His mother beamed. “Yes, thank you Jack. Oooh I hear wedding bells down the road, don’t you Marie?”

Ethan and Jack said simultaneously, “We’re not getting married.”

Mina said, “Awww, why not?”

Jack answered, “Besides the fact that it’s been like 2-3 months since we made it official, neither of us actually want to get married. Why the rush to marry people off?”

Uncle Henry joined the conversation and said, “Because that’s what you do when you meet someone, fall in love and want to spend the rest of your life with that person. If you say you’re committed, then commit fully.”

Brayden said, “here here!” and raised a glass.

Henrietta rolled her eyes. “I’m with Jack and Ethan on this one. I feel like your generation is always trying to marry someone off. It’s just a piece of paper, it doesn’t solidify anything.”

Brayden said, “Except it does.” The table went back and forth about relationships and marriage, with Jack shaking his head and Ethan growing increasingly agitated. They learned how Henry and Marie met:

After Henry and his two best friends immigrated to the US -one of them being Brayden’s dad, Brian- and worked for Sean’s father in Boston at his store doing deliveries, he met a 16 year old girl and followed her from Boston to Providence, Rhode Island. Henry and Brian started working on the apple farm just so he could be closer to her, knowing they delivered to stores in Providence.

When her father caught his then 17 year old daughter with a 22 year old delivery man, he chased him out of town back to the apple farm where he lived in the guest house in the back with Brian. A week later Marie shows up with a book bag of clothes and she never left the farm again. They married the day she turned 18 and she was already 3 months pregnant.

They also learned how Suzanne and Alan met: They have known each other their whole lives, growing up in the Throggs Neck section of the Bronx. They went to the same grade school, were friends in middle school and started dating in high school, broke up senior year, went to the same college, Fordham University, and got back together by junior year. One slip up and Suzanne was pregnant walking down the aisle to get her diploma.

“And what do you do when you knock up a good Irish Catholic girl?” Alan asked.

Jack answered, “You marry her!” He smiled at Ethan who did not smile back.

AJ and Becky gave their own love story: They met at Berkeley, freshman year. At first AJ was going for a Finance degree, but switched to Economics so he could take some sociology classes with her, as she was a Sociology major. They moved in together senior year off campus and two years later they got married.

“And I was not pregnant!’ Becky laughed. “Although to be honest we had a pregnancy scare which started the conversation about marriage.” They waited until they were more settled to have kids, as they had broken up at least three times prior to that.

“And see,” said Henrietta, “With the exception of Becky, everyone at this table who has been married got married because they had to get married. I want to get married when I feel like it’s the right time. Not because I’m pregnant or because it’s comfortable with my partner.”

Brayden got offended. “So is that all I am? Comfortable to you? You’re waiting for something better to come along?”

“That’s not what I said.” She huffed.

“That’s what I heard you say.” He challenged her.

Henrietta got frustrated. “Well it’s not what I mean! Brayden, we have been together since we were in diapers, our dads made sure of that. Despite that, I do love you. I don’t want anyone else but you. But marriages end. 50% of marriages end in divorce, so a piece of paper isn’t keeping people together. Love and commitment is, and we have that.”

“But that’s not a reason not to get married, because it could go bad,” said Henry. “You put the trust in that it won’t, and you put the work in every day to ensure it doesn’t. I don’t understand why you and Jack have such an aversion to spending your life together with someone.”

“We don’t have an aversion to spending our lives with someone else, we both are already doing it.” said Jack. “We just don’t need a marriage to prove it to anyone else.”

Ethan finally spoke up. “Especially since I already have one divorce under me and I don’t need another one.”

Jack did not like that at statement all. “Um…what the fuck does that mean?”

Ethan looked at him and said, “That came out wrong. I don’t have any intention of this ever ending; quite the opposite or we wouldn’t all be here at this table, your family and mines. I just meant that divorce is not fun. Break ups are bad but divorces are messy and nasty and you literally become a different person when it’s all said and done.”

He turned to the table and said, “Now I appreciate everyone’s investment and support of our relationship, and I’m sure Henrietta does as well-” Henrietta was scowling- “…albeit by the look on her face less so. You all have great solid marriages that we can look up to. But as for me, I’m not getting married, ever again. I did the white wedding walk, once was enough. But as far as love, commitment, trust, devotion, putting in the work, companionship, security, all of that, I’m living that every day with Jack.”

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Most of what you’ll read below took place in the mid 60’s a time when life was free of such terrors as HIV or any of the other deadly ailments that are prevalent today.

*****

My explorations into male fun began when I was eighteen. I had just finished my training as a Guard on the Underground, stationed at Acton Town. Initially I started on the District Line but was soon transferred over to the Piccadilly Line. My driver or Motorman as they were called then was a somewhat shy but cuddly Irishman in his late forties. Being a new crew we would make small talk about nothing much in particular or just read the papers during our breaks, after a few days of this he started showing me pictures of the girls sporting page 3 of The Sun and asked me what I thought.

Driving a ‘tube train’ to many people may seem an idyllic life but it’s a lonely existence, for the only time you made contact with your mate was either during turnarounds, breaks or at other times at the depot. As time went by he began asking me about my sexual experiences. About girl-friends or how often I ‘wanked’ to pictures of naked girls. This threw me back at first but he went on to say that when he was my age he was “at it” at every opportunity and he’d bet I was too. For some strange reason I told him that I usually relieved myself a couple of times a day.

“Good for you” he replied. “Never as good as when someone else does it for you though, is it?” He continued.

“No,” I replied. He then asked me if I ever had any fun with my mates, again I was a bit shocked. “You mean with boys?” I asked. “Yes” he said. “Never,” was all I could say, which was true. I then asked him if he did.

“Of course I did. Loads of times. Coming from a Catholic society that’s all we had, for the girls were off-limits, but God forbid you if the Father’s found out,” he quipped. All the time that this was going on I became aware of a stirring in my crotch. He was turning me on and I began to squirm. I knew that he knew too. I was confused…but in an incredibly erotic way. “We can’t do it now but would you like me to show you what it’s like?” He asked.

That night I wanked furiously over the thought of Sid, ‘jacking-off’ my virgin cock… Quickly followed by those youthful pangs of guilt. The following day I couldn’t wait to see how Sid would make his advances. Looking back, it was simply a fantasy adventure about to come true.

Start time arrived and sure enough there was Sid waiting with his satchel thrown over one shoulder, tea billy in hand scanning over the day’s roster. He asked me how my evening had been. I immediately coloured up. He asked was anything wrong. “Just shut up!” I retorted. “So our chat yesterday didn’t bother you then,” Sid chuckled giving me an elbow nudge. Silence was my only response for my mind was racing.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Sid asked, staring intently at my obviously arousal and whispered “I take it that means you would like me to show you?” I felt my cock solidify even harder. “Maybe” I stammered.

“I knew it… I can spot a randy lad a mile away” he replied, “Come on we’ll talk about this later, we’ve got a train to pick-up”. Like a rabbit caught in headlights I did just as he asked, following him out of the roster room and into platform 3; Eastbound for Cockfosters.

My mind was all over the place going up to Cockfosters, did I really want to go through with this, the more I queried my actions the more my cock kept saying ‘yes’. At the turnaround Sid asked if I was ‘still up for it’, meekly I replied “Yes”: “Good,” he replied, “Meet us halfway at Rayners Lane,” for it was there we had a fifteen minute turnaround.

Time dragged on the return journey, my cock was being rubbed raw by its movement against my pants as the train rocked from side to side. Rayners Lane finally came where we detrained several passengers before pulling into the siding.

“No one will disturb us here so I’ll be able to show you that a bloke can make you cum like no girl can, you horny little fucker,” Sid quipped. I remained silent… The pure excitement of events unfolding and the hardness of my cock was intoxicating and I simply knew that all I wanted right now was to let Sid show me more.

“Come on then… Let’s see what you’ve got!” Demanded Sid. “Is it safe here?” I answered. “Course it is, just get your cock out for me to have a look at.” I slowly unfastened my trousers. When soft, I am of modest size, and in my eyes quite small compared to some I’ve seen in the changing rooms but when hard it was a different matter. A miraculous transformation one might say. Sid could see this too for my raging ‘hard-on’ was tenting my underpants out of my opened fly. “Wow!” Was all Sid said.

I slipped a hand through the vent of my precum soaked underpants and revealed it fully to my erotic friend. “Drop your trousers and let’s have a proper look…” I did as he asked, my cock standing thick and proud in front of his hungry eyes.

“Well who would have known, it’s a fucking beauty!” Sid denizli escort uttered as he slowly approached me; reaching out he wrapped his hand around my shaft. In response it twitched violently for this was the very first time another man had touched me. Sid’s touch was totally electric as he slowly stroked his hand up and down the length of my shaft, the motion of moving my foreskin back and forth, drawing forth copious amounts of precum made my cock head shiny.

Using his other hand Sid ran his index finger over its swollen glans, coated it with my lovely sticky nectar then brought it to his lips and tasted me. “Fucking gorgeous,” he told me before returning his finger back to catch some more precum. This time he brought it up to my lips, I slowly reached out with my tongue and for the first time tasted my own cum… Salty, sticky and not at all unpleasant. I wrapped my lips around his finger and sucked it clean. “You are a naughty boy aren’t you?” Sid uttered. I couldn’t speak with the surges of incredible new feelings flying through my head.

“OK Let’s see what you’ve got for your Uncle Sid,” words I remember to this very day.

Within the confines of that small cab, Sid squeezed behind me then dropped his trousers. “It’s OK, I’m not going to fuck you…not yet,” he whispered, “Just making myself comfortable,” as he slipped his cock in-between my legs. One arm now held my waist… the other hand slowly pumped my dripping cock. “That’s the boy… we’ll soon get that spunk shooting out of you, you may have ‘blue-balls’ now but once I’m finished you’re be crying out for more.”

My knees felt weak. I groaned with sheer delight as he increased the speed of his experienced hand, sliding my foreskin back and forth over the swollen purple head of my young cock. Precum was now freely flowing and I could feel the pressure building. Sid certainly knew what he was doing and I wanted more. He paused. “Don’t stop…ppplease!” I could hardly speak, the mounting climax stealing my words. He started again, this time with more furious intent.

“Let it go… show Sid what you’ve got.” My hips lost control and I started meeting each backward and forward pump of his fist, fucking his hand as well as his cock which was now leaking precum all over my inner legs; to put it mildly I was possessed by pure animalistic lust. “That’s the way… cum for Uncle.” I started moaning with the utter pleasure this man was bringing me. I reached down with one hand and grasped his pumping fist, increasing the tempo.

Through fear of collapsing my other hand was desperately grasping onto anything: I couldn’t hold on any longer with a deep growl I let go. My balls contracted and my cock swelled with the building orgasm. The first spurt was painful and violent, shooting at least three feet. Sid moaned with pleasure. The second was less urgent but none the less impressive compared to what I was used to at my own inexperienced hand. Six or seven spurts later and I was shaking uncontrollably and had to tell Sid to stop. My cock was now incredibly sensitised. He stopped, bringing his cum coated fingers to his lips and hungrily devouring my cream. I was in heaven. So incredibly light headed. “That’s a good lad… I’m going to drain those balls every day now, a real proper milking that’s for sure.” I was silent. The adolescent feelings of guilt began taking over. What had I done?

It took the ‘Tisssh…Tisssh…Tisssh,’ sound of a set of points swinging back and forth to bring us back to reality. Swearing profusely we quickly pulled up our clothing and stumbled towards our working positions. Mind-numbing is how I would describe my condition… but on a high I knew I wanted more.

That day was an emotional rollercoaster between adolescent guilt and pure erotic arousal. Sid, had sparked a completely overwhelming set of desires that I had no real understanding of. All I knew was that by end of shift I wanted more… much, much more. He asked me if I fancied a quick drink after we finished. I readily agreed.

We jumped on a train to Chiswick then headed for a small local pub. “It’s always quiet in here… we’ll have a quick one and then back to mine if you’re up for it?” Sid uttered. “That would be nice,” was all I could manage to reply.

We walked into the dark interior of the pub. The brilliant day’s sun making it seem even darker. There were a few regulars sitting at the bar and Sid obviously knew them.

“Hi Vicky” he said to a well-dressed middle aged lady standing behind the bar. “Hi Sid… had a good day?” she replied.

“Yes. Very good thanks love… quite eventful,” he told her with a gleam in his eye. I could feel myself blushing.

“Who is your friend?” Vicky asked. “This is Andy…Andy, Vicky. Andy is my new guard,” Sid introduced us. “Pleased to meet you Vicky,” I stammered. “And very pleased to meet you too Andy…any friend of Sid’s is a friend of mine… especially a good looking lad like you,” she said winking at me. I blushed even more.

At denizli escort bayan 18 I was unaccustomed to adult banter like this. I listened to the two of them chatting. Vicky was wearing a silk blouse which accentuated her shapely figure. She wasn’t heavily made up but what make up she wore was obviously applied to please. Obviously at ease with herself and the company of men.

“Let’s sit over there Andy,” said Sid, pointing at a small table in the corner. “Perhaps see you later Vicky,” uttered Sid turning towards the bar. “OK Sid… have a lovely evening and take care of Andy,” Vicky knowingly responded. I was struggling with this unspoken communication. We carried our drinks over to the table.

“Nice lady,” I said to Sid. “Randy bitch more like,” Sid laughed. “Husband works away. Only home a couple of times a year. Fuck her own shadow that one.” I was taken aback by Sid’s matter of fact attitude. “Anyway,” he continued, “Talking about randy! How are you hanging?” he said openly ogling my crotch. I could feel myself begin to harden in my damp underpants for I had been oozing precum for most of the afternoon. “Very good thanks,” was all I could mutter. “Excellent! I’m sure you have recovered nicely and have another healthy load for your Uncle Sid?” he winked at me. “We’ll drink these up and be on our way.”

By the time we headed for the door I was light-headed and at maximum hardness. I was sure it was obvious and convinced that Vicky knew what we were up to. Sid led me along the road for a few hundred yards and then into the doorway of a large Victorian building that had been split into flats. “I’m on the top floor,” Sid told me. Up we went. I followed him up the stairs and into Sid’s modest one bedroomed flat. It was spartanly furnished, a couple of armchairs along with a sofa and coffee table, a small TV sat in a corner. “I know it’s not much but make yourself comfortable whilst I get us a couple of beers.” I sat on one of the chairs. On returning, Sid placed the beers on the coffee table, turned and sat on the sofa. “Blimey you’re shy. I thought you’d have got that beauty out for me by now!”

I stood up, slipped off my shoes and began unfastening my trousers. Under Sid’s intense stare I slowly dropped my trousers to the floor. Without its outer protection my predicament was more than apparent. “Blimey you’re soaked! I’ve never seen so much precum on a pair of pants!” drooled Sid. “And the rest,” Sid uttered nodding his head down

I pulled my soaked underpants over my engorged cock and released them, letting them fall to the floor around my ankles. “Holy fuck it’s beautiful!” I blushed at his words as I shuffled towards him, my hard cock dribbled precum as it swung about in front of me. As I drew close he reached out and traced a finger over my cock head before lifting his finger to my lips. Having tasted my cum only a few hours ago and liking the taste I hungrily sucked Sid’s finger into my mouth.

“That’s a good boy, would you like me to suck you?” I felt my knees tremble as Sid opened his knees and begged me closer.

Words were beyond me. I groaned a muffled “Mmmmm,” as Sid reached behind my thighs and pulled me closer still, with the tip of my cock bumping against his face he then gently kissed its tip. With one hand grasping the base firmly he open his mouth slightly then using his lips pushed back my foreskin. With his lips tight around the ridge below my glans he slowly licked and swirled his tongue about my head before taking me fully into his mouth.

The wet heat was incredible. When his tongue caressed my cock, my knees went weak. Sid pulled back until the only the head was in his mouth. His tongue lathered and pressed at the eye – I didn’t know whether to moan in ecstasy or giggle at the tingly feeling that also came. I did both.

Sid’s tongue covered every inch of my cockhead, always returning to the bottom, licking the cleft. Then he’ll bobbed back down, taking practically the whole thing in his mouth.

He pulled and looked up with a smile. “Better than you imagined,” he whispered before taking me into his mouth again.

Gradually he began to wank my cock in unison with his mouth as it went back and forth the sensations were electric. I was in heaven. I never wanted this to stop… ever. His other hand had now reached around me and was caressing the cheeks of my arse. He took me from his mouth and looked up at me. “Does my boy want to cum for Uncle?” he whispered. “Oh Lord pppplease”. His mouth found my cock again. This time with very clear intent. His hand firmly wanking me into his hungry mouth. The pace quickened and I could feel that heavenly sensation of passing the point of no return. My knees were buckling beneath me and I felt the sudden surge of hot cum beginning to rise. My hips began to thrust involuntarily. Then the world turned star-spangled as I lost it. Without thinking, I leaned forward and balanced myself on Sid’s shoulders as spurt after spurt of cum erupted from me.

My escort denizli lover moaned with pleasure. Cum leaked around his mouth and coated my shaft as his hand wanked me furiously, turning it into a white froth. He slowed down and then with two firm strokes, milked the last drops from my cock. Slowly he released me from his mouth and swirled his tongue around me one more time before licking his lips. He rose to his feet and brought his head to mine and kissed me, gently at first and then more forcefully. His tongue entering my mouth. I met his urgency. Our tongues intertwining. The taste of my cum was overpowering. He stopped and pulled away, grinning with satisfaction. The cat that had definitely got the cream.

Without further ado he pointed to the bathroom. “You can clean up in there; lock up after you, I’ve got to dash now,” he said. I was in total confusion. Why the sudden rush? Was I no good? “Don’t look so worried! We’ll take a bit more time when you come round again…,” he hastily added as he hurried to get dressed.

My mind was racing. This man, in one day had introduced me to so many completely new sensations and emotions then brought it suddenly to an abrupt end. With shaky legs and an aching set of bollocks I made my way home, the taste of cum lay heavily on my lips as I thought at how my life had changed forever. New avenues were opening up for me to explore…and I definitely wanted to explore them. Very much so.

The following morning I couldn’t get to work fast enough to see where my newfound sexual mentor Sid would take me. All the previous evening my mind had been a confused blur. I wasn’t usually attracted to men the way I was to women. So what was going on? Why had I been like putty in Sid’s hands? It must surely be the overpowering arousal…the pure erotic lust. The need to take things to incredible sexual highs. I knew that I wanted to give pleasure as well. Not just receive it. I found the fact that Sid was an older chap a real turn on. This mature man taking advantage of my inexperience. This aroused me no end and I knew that I wanted to return the wonderful sensations that he had given me.

I briefly saw Sid that morning. “I will be leaving between shifts,” he informed me as we read through the roster sheet, “I’ve a dental appointment…but we can meet later in the pub if that’s ok?” I told him that would be fine.

I spent that shift riding waves of arousal in anticipation of what might happen.

I left work and headed along to the pub, entering the saloon bar I immediately saw Vicky, but no sign of Sid. “Well hello there Andy,” she said with a broad smile across her face. “What brings you here?” she continued still smiling. “I’m supposed to be meeting Sid,” I replied. “Oh really… back for more so soon!” Her smile was taking on a far more knowing look. I began blushing. “Don’t be shy…Sid and I have very few secrets!” She winked at me. “Would you like a drink?” She asked. “A pint of bitter would go down well,” I replied. As she pulled my drink I cast an eye over her. Vicky was wearing another silky blouse which accentuated her womanly figure. An above the knee skirt hugged her arse and rode high on her thighs as she turned to face the till. “There you go young man,” she smilingly uttered, handing me my drink before breaking into a giggle.

“What’s so funny?” I asked, wondering if she had caught me eyeing her up. “Oh nothing really… I was just thinking to myself,” she said with a distinct gleam in her eyes. “What draws a young lad like you to a randy old git like Sid?” she asked. My embarrassment was starting to get the better of me and I was squirming. She could sense this. “Like I said…no secrets between me and that randy hound!” she continued. “I don’t know what you mean,” I quickly replied. “Don’t be silly… you know exactly what I mean! Sid told me himself that he couldn’t wait to get into your pants!” she said laughing. “…and I reckon he’s managed that for sure!”

My head was spinning. What was going on? Was she flirting with me? Where was Sid? We continued for another ten minutes or so making small talk. Here was I, hoping to have met up with Sid and taking our fun a bit further, and now I am being flirted with by a quite clearly provocative mature woman who was probably older than my own mother.

“Well that’s me done,” I uttered placing my glass on the bar. “Where are you going?” Vicky asked. “Well it doesn’t look as if Sid is showing, so I’m off home” I replied.

“I could do with a hand shifting some boxes upstairs if you’ve got the time?” she asked. “Not at all it would be a pleasure,” I replied. I stood up then with the bar between us followed her towards its end, before cutting through into what looked to be a storeroom.

“It’s just those two” she told me pointing at two half-cases of wine. Vicky headed upstairs as I followed with the two boxes. We made our way into a kitchen at the back of the house. “Just there would be fine” she said pointing at a worktop. “Fancy a quick beer before you go Andy?” she asked. “Are you sure,” I asked. “Of course I’m sure silly…sit yourself down.” I sat at the kitchen table as she took two cold bottles out of the fridge. She passed one to me then perched on a high stool at the breakfast bar. “I need to get these heels off… my feet are killing me,” she said kicking them off.

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Reading the first part of this story is highly recommended.

This story is primarily about homosexual play between married men with understanding wives. There is a small amount of heterosexual content, but it still seemed best suited to the “gay male” category.

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The college years were easily some of the most fondly remembered in my life. Responsibilities were few, friends were new, and opportunities to explore were many. There were rough patches, and my early struggle with the freedom to explore sex in different ways caused some unnecessary drama. A few experiences with anonymous blow-jobs heightened a previously repressed fascination with cock that threatened a truly stable relationship. Fortunately, I had friends who helped me see the situation for what it really was. I had a mistaken notion that thinking about dick was the same as being gay. That idea was so off-base, that even my gay friends were telling me to get my head on straight. My girlfriend and my roommate both showed remarkable patience and stuck by me while I learned to put things in perspective. As the years rolled-on, and our lives took different turns, the one constant was my girlfriend, Pam. More than anyone else, she not only accepted my behavior, but delighted in my willingness to explore. My roommate, Kevin, played a huge part as well, though he often questioned the darker side of his personality that arose from those experiences.

It’s been five years since we graduated college, but many of the friendships forged there remain strong. Pam and I finally accepted that we were better together than apart and got married two years ago. We have a one-year-old son, a house with a mortgage, and the typical suburban lifestyle. Family life has naturally become our main focus, but Pam and I still get time to ourselves and enjoy each other more than ever. Any sexual interests beyond my wife quickly faded. Our intimate life is very satisfying, and the joy of being a Dad consumes more of my thoughts. That’s not to say that some guy at the gym doesn’t catch my eye from time-to-time…but it’s fleeting, and nothing I feel the need to act upon.

Kevin and Lydia broke-up not long after graduation. She took a job several states away, and the long-distance romance wasn’t working for either of them. We hear from Lydia a few times a year, and she seems happy with a career-focused lifestyle. Kevin lives only a few hours away, and we often meet for dinner when he’s passing through town. After a string of bad girlfriends, he seems to have found someone that can put-up with his moods. Sophie is strong-willed and knows how to reign-in Kevin’s impulsiveness.

It was during one of Kevin and Sophie’s visits that events of the past resurfaced again. Things had gotten so comfortable over the years that the care-free college days rarely came-up in conversation. Pam’s parents agreed to watch Tyler while we went out to dinner, so the girls had left to drop him off and do a little shopping. Kevin and I were in the basement where I have a large-screen TV and a small bar. With a playpen in the corner, it was more of a family room than a man-cave.

“I think she’s the one, man.” Kevin blurted out while sitting on a bar-stool and drinking a beer. “I’m popping the question next weekend.”

“Good for you! I’m glad you’re taking the plunge, dude.” I said, smacking his back before taking the stool next to him. “You two seem perfect for each other.”

“It’s taken a while to find someone who can embrace my darker side. But she knows how to handle me.” He replied, swigging his beer.

“What the hell are you talking about? You into killing puppies or some twisted shit?” I asked jokingly.

Kevin just stared at the wall for a few moments, seemingly lost in his thoughts. “Naw…you know how it is…I have a rougher-edge sometimes. She’s funny, smart, and smoking-hot in bed. Most of the time it’s tender and romantic…but she doesn’t mind a little assertiveness on the side.”

Now it was my turn to stare at the wall. Yeah…I did know about his “rougher edge”…but hadn’t thought about it in years. Still, I was glad that Kevin found the right match. “Well…that’s great news, man. Pam will be thrilled…she really likes Sophie.”

“It kind of worries me, though. It’s been a long time since I’ve allowed that side of me to surface…most women aren’t into it all. Neither of us is into whips and chains or any of that shit…but her letting me play that way has brought other thoughts to mind.” Kevin rose from the stool and stood in front of the bar, still looking toward the wall.

“As long as you both know your limits and don’t allow things to become violent…then good for you guys. It’s all good if you’re both into it.” I offered, not really knowing what to say. A conversation about his sex-life was not what I expected.

“Oh no…I’d never hurt her…it’s not about pain for me. I always know what “no” means, and it’s not something either of us wants all the time.” Kevin diyarbakır escort turned to face me, still holding his beer. “You know what it’s like to want something…just not all the time.”

“Um…yeah…I guess I do. People change…situations change…just part of life, I suppose.” I stammered, seeing the serious look on Kevin’s face.

“True…but some things always stay with us…become a part of us.” Kevin took the last swig of his beer and firmly placed the bottle on the bar. “You’re still the best cock-sucker I’ve ever met.”

After all this time, I wasn’t expecting him to make any mention of that. I chuckled nervously before speaking. “I guess we’ve all done some weird shit in our lives…and then we move on.”

“Uh-huh…well, I’m thinking it’s time for you to move onto your knees.” He said gruffly.

“I…uh…hey, man…that’s been a century ago.” My words were halting and weak as I watched Kevin open his jeans and lower the zipper. All of us had stayed fit and active over the years, and Kevin looked better than ever. This came completely out of the blue, and yet my cock twitched at the thought of seeing something that I pushed into long-neglected memories.

“I bet it’s like riding a bike…you never forget how.” Kevin said, just standing there with his pants open and a growing bulge becoming visible through the denim fabric. “Get busy, Mike. This shit is still just between us…I don’t want Sophie to come back and see you polishing my knob.”

“I’m married, with a kid, man…this isn’t happening.” I said, moving off the stool.

Kevin quickly grabbed my shirt with one hand while securing my left wrist with the other. Within seconds he forced my hand against the bulge in his jeans, and began pushing down on my shoulder. “I still haven’t heard that one simple word…and I’m guessing I won’t.”

I could have said “no”, but seemed unable to summon the word from my mouth. Kevin’s pressure on my shoulder was substantial, but not enough to keep me from moving away. I hesitated, clumsily dropping to my knees and stared at the scene only inches from my face. The view only lasted a moment before Kevin put a hand behind my head and pushed my face into his crotch. He twisted his hips, rubbing the cloth-covered shaft of his prick against my face. I wasn’t even thinking…instinct had taken over, and I found myself gnawing at the outline of his cock.

“Yeah…that’s it, man…remind me why guys are better at this than chicks.” Kevin said, pushing down his jeans and revealing a tight pair of black briefs with a prominent wet-spot at the end of his prick.

I still couldn’t find the will to speak, and my hands shook nervously as I reached for the waistband of his briefs. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it and my breathing became ragged as I slowly pulled Kevin’s underwear off his hips. His hard cock sprang from the cotton prison and smacked me in the nose. His heavy balls seemed larger and hanging lower than I remembered them from so many years ago. I was frozen, staring at the leaking purple helmet of his cock. Kevin grew impatient, forcing two fingers into my mouth and prying it open. A salty string of pre-cum met my tongue as he slid his cock past my lips. Memories of the taste, texture and heat of another man’s tool came flooding back into my mind and that old hunger took hold once more. I focused on producing as much spit as I could before Kevin advanced any further. I was years out of practice, coughing and gagging as more of his thick meat filled my mouth. Kevin pulled out, grabbing my hair and slapping my face with his throbbing tool.

“How about it, Mike…you want more of this? You want to milk a load out of this cock?”

“You’re a fucking bastard…” I mumbled before he pushed back in.

“No denying that. But that simple word has yet to be said.”

I reached over my head and pushed his hand away as I slowly took every inch of his cock down my throat. By the time my nose pushed into his reddish-blond pubes, I had regained control over my gag reflex. I cupped his balls and tugged on the loose sack as a steady rhythm developed. Some things had changed…he now shaved his nuts and kept his bush trimmed…no doubt to please Sophie. Kevin moaned appreciatively and reached for the bar to steady him as my efforts improved. His prick was leaking profusely, and I once again savored the sweet and salty flavor.

“Oh fuck, man…fuck, you’re good at this…” Kevin groaned over and over again.

He felt good…he tasted good…and I found myself completely engrossed in getting him off. It was the raw physicality and primal energy of doing something like this with another dude that added to my taboo fantasies back in college…and those old desires were coming-on strong again. When Kevin and I were roommates, I was confused about what I wanted and who I was sexually. In the years since then, I’ve matured and become comfortable with myself. The idea that Kevin saw me as that escort diyarbakır same insecure twit really pissed me off. Taking advantage of the fabric gathered around his knees, I tipped Kevin off-balance and sent him falling to the floor on his back. I had my forearm across his chest, pinning him against the carpet as I straddled his waist.

“We’ve both done a good job of brushing this shit under the carpet for years. If Sophie’s so damn right for you…why are you playing this game now?” I grumbled, looking straight into his eyes while reaching behind me to stroke his cock.

Kevin had an almost evil grin across his face. “She is, without a doubt, the best damn thing to happen to me in years. She’s a trouper…lets me play the game every now and then…but clearly prefers my softer side. You and me…we never wanted it any different.”

“The game is a little different now, dipshit.” I said through clenched teeth, releasing his cock and pulling the drawstring on my soccer shorts. “I’m not the confused dumbass I was in college…and sure as hell not just another way for you to get off.”

The look on Kevin’s face changed from cocky self-assuredness to one of mild confusion as I got up and stood at the end of his feet. “Just stay on the floor…and take your pants off.” I ordered, leering down at him.

“Nice to see you found your balls after all this time.” Kevin replied, throwing off his shoes and tossing his pants in the corner. “But my interest in dudes still isn’t strong. Mainly only you…because I know you can keep your mouth shut. Reciprocating still isn’t part of the plan.”

I just stared down at him while I took off my shirt and dropped my shorts. My cock was rock-hard as I reached down with one hand to offer him a lift up. Kevin grasped my hand firmly and pulled himself off the floor. We stood face-to-face for several seconds, not saying anything. I took another step closer, causing our dicks to slide against each other. Raising my right hand to my mouth, I filled my palm with spit and then pressed both our pricks together within a firm grip. Kevin groaned while roughly running his hand across my chest and pinching my nipples. I winced at the unexpected force between his thumb and finger.

“Jerk me off.” I stated flatly while staring into his eyes with a stern expression. “You may not be into more than that yet…but you will be.”

Kevin didn’t say a thing…just spit into his hand and wrapped his fingers around my swollen tool. His free hand was wrapped around my neck, as though ready to choke me at any moment.

“Faster…act you like you know what you’re doing.” I chided him.

Kevin quietly complied, increasing both the speed and firmness of his grip. Obviously, like any other guy, he knew exactly what to do. It wasn’t long before my balls tightened and my breathing grew shorter.

“Ooohhh…dddaaammmnnnn!” I shouted as several shots of thick cum erupted from my cock, coating Kevin’s stomach and his own leaking prick.

The last drops of cum were still oozing from my tool when Kevin abruptly turned me around and pressed my chest against the nearest wall. His cum-covered cock was nestled in the crack of my ass as he pressed his body against mine and growled into my ear. “The one thing I got from you, but can’t get from Sophie, is some tight ass. Next time…I’m taking this hole for real.”

Kevin had one hand pressing my face against the wall as he thrust his hips hard against my hairy backside. The head of his cock slid past my puckered hole with every forceful push.

“I wouldn’t admit it then…but I will now.” Kevin said, panting between sentences. “This muscled jock ass gets me going…not sure why…but it sure as hell does.”

I could feel Kevin’s hot breath on my neck as he pressed even closer…his thrusts becoming more rapid. His grunts and groans became deeper and the head of his cock pushed firmly against my constricted hole. I could feel his body shake as the orgasm pulsed through him, and the valley of my ass quickly filled with his warm seed.

“Oh fuck, man…just between us, dude…promise me…just between us.” Kevin said softly, apparently exhausted from his release.

I was still clutching the wall as Kevin pulled away. His hot cum dripped down my thigh and off the bottom of my sack.

“I really didn’t think I’d ever want this again.” I said truthfully, turning to take the bar towel Kevin handed me after using it to clean himself. “I have been…and still am…a very happily married man.”

“Don’t go overthinking this shit again.” Kevin said, playfully smacking the side of my head. “I thought we learned all those years ago that sex isn’t love. And I’m damn sure not in love with you. Just accept that it’s fun, and leave it at that.”

“Yeah…well…ditto that.” I replied, tossing the towel on the floor and gathering my clothes.

+++++++++++++++

Even before they left the house, Pam could tell that Kevin seemed to have something diyarbakır escort bayan on his mind. Both Mike and Pam kept strong ties with Kevin after college, and they both knew him better than most people. After dropping Tyler at her parent’s house, she and Sophie went shopping for nothing in particular…mainly just killing time before going out for dinner. Pam and Sophie formed a quick bond over the past year, and felt comfortable talking to each other. It didn’t take long for Sophie to tell Pam that she was sure Kevin planned to “pop the question” very soon.

“That is terrific news…I’m so happy for both of you!” Pam said earnestly. “I guess that explains the weird vibe I got from Kevin before we left.”

Sophie let out an easy laugh. “I know that’s part of it…but he’s been in a “strange place” lately. I love him to death, but he can be so moody at times. He seemed really anxious to see Mike this weekend.”

“Well…for guys…those two have a really strong bond. Neither one would ever be caught dead saying they loved each other…but that’s really the truth of it.” Pam said, thinking back to the events so many years ago that tied them so closely together.

“Men can be so damn weird at times.” Sophie said, rolling her eyes. “I think it’s really nice they have a little “bromance” going.”

Pam couldn’t help but grin at the thought. “I’d refrain from using that term…they’d both probably implode. There are times when the testosterone-laden, macho crap between those two gets more than I can stand.”

“Oh I hear you…I think that’s the core of Kevin’s moods.” Sophie said, sounding more serious. “Not to tell you more than you want to know…but Kevin sometimes likes get a little “primal” in bed. Nothing too out-there…just scoops me up, tosses me on the bed, and goes for it.”

Pam was taken aback by Sophie’s candor, but learned something of Kevin’s tendencies from both Mike and Lydia. “I hope he isn’t forcing you into anything you might not want.”

“Oh no…never…I think that’s what makes it so hot. I just say “no”, or “maybe next time”, and he’s perfectly cool with it.” Sophie said casually, as though talking about the weather. “He sometimes seems remorseful afterwards…but I tell him I don’t have a problem with it all, as long as it stays respectful. I’m not sure why, but it seemed like something he wanted to talk to Mike about.”

“Oh…uh…I guess he might. They have a history of being a sounding-board for each other.” Pam stammered, lost in her own thoughts. “I haven’t heard Kevin talk about his “dark side” for quite some time…probably not since college.”

“Oh…so this is nothing new?” Sophie said with wide eyes and deep curiosity. “Don’t hold back…tell me more.”

Pam looked at her with a warm smile. “There’s nothing much to tell, really. His old girlfriend in college told me stories like that. She never saw it as a big deal either…but Kevin felt weird about it.”

Of course, Pam knew all too well what ignited that behavior. As much as Mike struggled with his sexuality back then, Kevin struggled with enjoying “helping Mike out” more than he expected. More than that, it was the way in which Kevin felt comfortable doing it that bothered him most. Lydia had confided in Pam that Kevin realized it was some bullshit defense mechanism…it seemed less gay to use Mike and then toss him aside. Both Pam and Lydia knew, even then, that the guys needed a better perspective on what they wanted. But as time rolled-on, other distractions to hold, and the guys seemed to push that part of them aside. Pam now realized it was only a matter of time before it came to the surface once again.

“Hmmm…sounds deeply mysterious.” Sophie said jokingly.

“I’m sure it’s just guys being guys.” Pam replied with a chuckle. She wanted to say more, but felt it wasn’t her place. Kevin was the one who needed to reveal how the past shaped him into the man he is today. “We should probably be heading back. Our reservations are for an hour from now.”

“Absolutely…” Sophie said, looking at her watch. “The boys have had plenty of time to wrestle bears by now.”

“Yeah…I bet they have.” Pam mumbled, once again lost in her thoughts.

+++++++++++

It took a lot of prodding, but two days later, Mike finally confessed to what happened while the girls were away. The news didn’t surprise Pam at all.

“Honey…I’m sorry…it happened really fast…it was over really fast. I’m not sure what either of us was thinking.” Mike said, wishing he had just kept the whole incident to himself.

Pam held her husband’s head between her hands and kissed him. “Why do you two keep thinking you’re doing something wrong? Did it piss you off to learn that I had a few special girlfriends when we dated in college?”

“Of course not…that still sounds hot as hell.” Mike said with a sly smile. “But things are different. Lots of people go through their experimental phase in college…and I had mine. We’re married, we have a family, there’s no need for that shit anymore.”

“Baby…I know you love me and our son like nothing else in the world.” Pam said, sounding slightly frustrated. “I’m not so insecure to think that your and Kevin’s friendship is a threat to that. Another woman…would be another story.” She added, smacking him playfully on the ass.

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It was Sunday afternoon, either 3 or 4pm, depending on the clock or the body’s experience, daylight savings time having disappeared overnight. Parking in front of the bathhouse turned out to be a more a matter of chance than normal, providing an indication of the number of men visiting it.

Entering, it was more crowded than I have ever seen it, without any space to drink a beer at the counter. One small table was free, the only one I had seen after scanning the room intently. Nobody seemed to be paying any attention to me, and though certain groups were clearly familiar with each other, the sexual vibe was muted in the truly social environment of men in towels, hanging around on a Sunday afternoon. Men enjoying the company of other men who were also taking their time between enjoying the whirlpool, or the steambath, or some of the more pointedly sexual attractions, like the theater space or mirrored booths with porn playing on a screen.

The sheer number of men created an entirely different atmosphere, one that was not especially interesting to me. The social aspects of a bathhouse seem unimportant compared to getting off, while today’s crowded space tended to feel almost brittle. On the other hand, the real action was above or below this level, so I went upstairs.

Reaching the spiral staircase, I then realized my black bag had been left at the bar when returning my beer glass. So, feeling a bit ridiculous in a public space, I retrieved it, then went upstairs. As is also normal, I had indulged in a bit of organic smoke before visiting, making the thought of enjoying some porn in the theater tempting, even though here, with its relentless male focus, much of the porn is not that personally interesting.

Upstairs is quite dim, with the fairly large landing having chairs on two sides. Sometimes men are sitting in them, looking at who comes up or showing off to whoever walks by, though generally everyone in this last vestige of public space is towel wrapped, partially at least.

Several men were going the other way as I walked down the hall to it ends, the right side being the entrance area to the theater. A pair was chatting there, one leaning against the body sized mirror at the end, the other naked. I semi-squeezed by, having to avoid another man leaving. The porn on the screen was nothing special, but good enough to sit and relax for a bit.

Stepping inside, glancing over the fairly dark, three tiered space, no one was near me, but on the top row, in the diagonal corner, my eyes could begin to make out figures. Somewhat hastily, letting my eyes sweep, I saw another man in the top tier at the other corner. He was plainly looking at the men across from him, and it was equally plain that he was jacking himself off, clearly unable to resist the temptation.

Setting my towel down on the middle tier, roughly equidistant beneath the men at the top corners, I began to jack off while watching the screen. The self-imposed intention was to not look at the men above me and to the right until after getting erect.

After a few of moments, the porn involving a pair ass fucking, the man being fucked limp, remained at best mildly interesting, leading me to glance upwards, intending merely to see if the other men were enjoying it. My eyes had better adapted, though the scene behind and above me remained indistinct. A couple of figures were casually reclining, but little could be distinguished before I returned my gaze to the screen.

Turning to the other corner, the man there was staring straight ahead, almost as if denying his earlier interest, now just watching gay porn in a bathhouse, nothing to be embarrassed about. At least, that was my interpretation, based on guesses. Some men seem more interested in pretense than others, even in a situation where pretense is unnecessary.

A couple of men had already entered, then left, the theater area. This surprised me a bit – generally, public sex attracts viewers, many of whom become participants in turn. Which wasn’t really my intention here in the theater space, since jacking off to men having public sex is what pornography is based on. Here, there weren’t any secrets about what tastes we shared.

Fairly stiff, the sound of lazy sucking coming from behind, I turned my head and put a leg up on the platform, knowing that this would be the beginning of the real show. Which included my own cock stroking.

The nearby scene became increasingly erotic as both my mind and cock focussed on it. It was a threesome, well nestled into the warm space, legs at an angle, creating an irresistible view of their bodies while playing with my dick.

All three were on display, a thought that kept bubbling as my hand pumped my heavy cock. One man sprawled in the corner, his thick rod being lazily sucked off, his eyes half shut, his face reflecting the dreamy state resulting from being in a man’s tender mouth. The man doing the sucking had his left hand stretched over to play with the jutting cock çanakkale escort of man next to him. Who was also going down on the man in the middle, while the man in the corner played with his cocksucker’s balls.

A truly arousing sight, memories now arising of just how intimate that space could get, propped against a wall, watching porn while a stranger pleasures your cock. Or doing the same thing for another man that gets off on gay sex. A glory hole at a porn shop offers a much broader choice of erotic porn, and I have certainly watched porn with women as we got each other off, but gay porn theaters have been the hottest, even when the porn itself isn’t.

Part of the attraction included an undoubtedly voyeuristic element – looking up, and seeing their exposed crotches, positioned in the most inviting way, considering all three were hard, and all three were being played with by another man. Gay group sex has always been irresistible to me, since first seeing it in a magazine bought when in my early 20s. A magazine that made me cum three times the first time I opened it.

The threesome appeared to be roughly my age, in a mathematical sense at least – the older and younger men seemed roughly the same distance in age from the man in the corner, who appeared to be his late 40s, like myself. There was other man, playing with himself, quite pale skinned and much younger, likely in his 20s and possibly a student at an university, with dark curled hair.

He appeared uncertain, though clearly horny, not connected in any way to the threesome, or myself. I turned my attention back to the other corner. watching three strangers publicly getting each other off in public. The feet of two of them were in reach of my hand, and there was no objection when I began to run my fingertips over sole and arch, caressing each toe, doing much the same motions that my bi-friend enjoys so much.

Feet are an erotic zone too little appreciated, oftentimes. My bi-friend is a true devotee of having her feet rubbed, and often moans most encouragingly as they are played with, her leg rubbing my often hard cock. I have played with feet here, occasionally, and the reaction has always been delightful.

Not wanting to be involved isn’t quite the same offering a simple contribution to what is going on. As my hand enjoyed exploring new territory, I saw how the middle man slowed, then began to moan, his mouth surrounding a thick cock. His stroking of the man next to him also slowed, though that may have been in part because the man on the end was starting to pump him, taking advantage of the stiffness.

Still playing with myself, my hand moved to another foot, then the next – without any knowledge of whose foot was whose, as my eyes remained centered on the cock play above me. The scene was real, offering an immediacy that no screen could match, the soft light perfect. By now, I was using both hands on the stranger’s feet, paying attention to playing with each man at the same time, watching them both sag against each other as the sensations flooded through them.

In the right situation – like being sucked or stroked – feet become an erotic zone, lust and sensation mixing into an ever more intoxicating blend. Watching both men, there was no doubt that my feet rubbing was making them hornier. I then turned my attention to the man in the corner, still getting head, his rod glistening after a tongue trailed along its length.

Tiring, hands at head height, I could hear the sucking changed as both cocks slowly grew less hard. The man in the other corner now moved, placing his foot near my head. I simply wasn’t interested, though if he had been involved from the start, likely he would have been included. A bathhouse includes lost opportunities, especially considering how many there are for those willing to create them.

And it includes a certain restraint, teaching a longer term perspective in the heat of the moment. Cumming too quickly is one of the bad habits a bathhouse is perfectly suited to curing, as one learns to enjoy the flow of sex, riding among and through the peaks and valleys.

—————————————

Downstairs, there was only one cubbyhole free, though unlike on other crowded occasions, there were only a couple of naked men around, both showering. Considering the number of towels, it was safe to assume the steam bath would be offering a wide range of choices.

Inside the humid heat, it took a while to reach a bench at the back. It was far too crowded, yet without any active contact going on at all, two facts that seemed connected as I sat observing, simply attempting to guess how many naked men were around in the dimness.

With this number of men, it felt like being on display, with much the same feeling as at the middle level. There might have been as many as 5 times as many men as customary in both places, and it was strange to realize that the numbers were actually reducing çanakkale escort bayan the amount of sex, not increasing it.

After a few minutes, it was no problem to leave, followed by a quick shower before going to the whirlpool, which was in the middle of its 3 mode cycle.

There was only one free space in the octagon, and after reaching it, the lack of contact was as plain as in the steambath. It was almost paradoxical – rarely have I ever been in such a crowded whirlpool, and yet everyone was huddled in isolation. As the water continued to bubble and jet far too vigorously, I left. The splashing is irritating, while it only takes 30 seconds to create a dull itch from pulsing jets against my skin.

Returning to the welcome warmth of the steam bath, I navigated to a free space on the back bench, somewhat illuminated whenever the door opened, where I enjoy stroking myself hard.

Looking around, there was a bit of motion, one man seeming to be quite interested in finding someone to play with. He approached several men, all who remained still and uninviting. I debated getting up from the bench, a difficult thought, admittedly, as the bench’s surface had a familiar feeling, creating at sexy connection between cock and slippery ass, feeling delightfully naked with my legs open.

A pair developed, and it became clear from the nipple play, caressing, cocksucking, then ass fucking that this had been a true missed opportunity – well, not counting how good it felt to jack off watching them. Looking around, the other men who had been there from the start remained somehow uninvolved, though a couple of men did enter the space, one leaning against the back wall, in the other space lit somewhat like mine.

Rubbing his sexy cock, it grew longer as I watched. When he began to turn his head to look around, I couldn’t stop looking at his crotch while spreading my legs wider, sitting comfortably, my ass gliding over the slick smooth surface.

There was space to each side of me, but with spread legs, it was no longer exactly public – though neither man to the side of me was close enough to touch, and neither had changed expression or looked around the entire time we had been sitting. The same appeared to be true of the men where he was leaning back against a wall, hard cock nicely backlit as it jutted from his fist.

He started to walk over, so I straightened my right leg, looked down at my erect cock, then staring in fascination at his crotch as he approached. His balls were large, the hair on his sack just visible in the dimness, adding to the sexiness of his already seen bush.

Pivoting a bit before sitting down, our feet touched, rubbing slightly as he settled himself, and his plainly aroused cock, next to me, and my equally aroused cock. Our legs flexed against each other, removing any need to be coy as another dance of male sex started.

Our hands began to roam, and somewhat surprisingly, mine found his cock first, leading to his hand pausing while he sighed deeply, slumping, legs opening, adding to the contact our skin was enjoying. He recovered from the delightful shock quickly, beginning to kiss my neck, making me the one to start moaning in the crowded space.

A crowd which receded further as his hand stroked along my inner thigh, his fingers twirling my curly pubic hair. Hooking my foot behind his, I used the leverage to start grinding against his hand, one hand still pumping against my cockhead, the other stroking him. A finger began to flick my nipple, so good I had to stop stroking to keep from cumming.

His tongue at my neck made me stroke him harder, the only distraction available that would allow the pleasure to be shared and continue, increasing without ending yet. He slowed, in the most fantastic fashion, stretching time as my eyes closed, and his tongue roamed. At some point, his hand replaced my unmoving one, unable to stop him, and unable to think of a reason why I should.

Considering we were sitting naked, now jacking each other, it wasn’t exactly teasing as his mouth delicately traced my throat, rising to find my ear, my open lips quivering at the thrill, already surrendering to the desire to kiss him. Opening my eyes, the space still filled with naked men, none seemingly turned on – a fact utterly irrelevant to me and my new found playmate, whose rigid cock I continued to squeeze, its silky skin so sexy against my palm.

It did make me wonder, briefly, if there was a point at which crowding reduced the amount of casual sex, instead of increasing the possibilities. Not that the sex he and I were enjoying could be called casual, in terms of pure lust. And not that we had passed up a chance to indulge in it, regardless of what anyone around us was doing. This was a somewhat strange feeling, just like when drinking my beer earlier – sheer numbers has its own presence, even in a familiar and often visited space.

A presence that receded as I escort çanakkale turned my head to seek his mouth, my questing tongue touching his skin. He shifted, his lips sliding against my slippery skin until they found my nipple. His tongue began circling it in the same rhythm as his stroking hand. Concentrating, my head bending downwards, my mouth found his ear, extended tongue flowing over the sensitive surface.

Tightening and relaxing the hand holding his cock in something like the same rhythm he was getting me off to, settling into a mutually slutty state, each knowing just how hot the other one was feeling, giving and receiving. His hand began to play with my balls, causing me to moan in his ear as my tongue began to lick it, while spreading my legs wider, the right one pressing harder against him.

My left hand drifted over his face, playing with his other ear, his other hand moving from my cock to my other nipple, taking its time along my slick skin, trailing back and forth, until I whispered ‘yes .. oh god .. yes,’ squeezing just underneath his cockhead as my other nipple felt his touch. Hardening in response to a man who obviously knew just how irresistible nipple play can be.

He stopped sucking my nipple, his mouth travelling over my chest, moist lips pressing lightly against my throat. His hand left my other nipple, running over my head, then pulling me back to expose my neck, teasing me again. I moaned and writhed, unconcerned about anyone seeing me like this, in a space where male sex is almost always available for anyone wanting to partake.

Which we were, my spread fingers sliding along his sweaty cheek, my hand starting to pump his cock, turned on by its rigid heft, matching my own hardness. When we moved our mouths together, each positioning the other, we took our time, then rushed headlong into passionate kissing. By now, I have realized that kissing is an individual skill, unconnected to sex or age. Some people are simply fantastic kissers – and my luck has been being able to find such people on a regular basis, male or female.

Like in the present, in a Turkish sauna, full of naked men, many of them undoubtedly familiar with what we were doing. Or at least interested in it, as well one should be whenever the opportunity arises. We were both hard, making kissing a turned on treat, not the same as kissing to get turned on, as it often tends to be somewhat routine. Talented sluts know that waiting to kiss increases its intensity, if not necessarily the skill of those doing it. Being so turned on leads to a certain unmistakable sloppiness, impossible to withstand.

Our mouths quickly became the center of our mutual passion, though my stroking hand kept a firm grasp on him, making him kiss me so well, tongue probing deeply, my own swirling against it. A certain fog was spreading through my mind, and he seemed to realize it, as he broke our kiss, his tongue running down my body until it began to lick against the base of my cock.

After panting ‘condom .. yeah .. oh yeah .. condom,’ he paused, waiting for me to deal with the details. Which took a moment, as I was barely in condition to deal with such things, just wanting him to go down on me, his breath felt over my cockhead.

He stood, creating the perfect interval to finish unrolling the condom, then knelt between my legs. Bending his head, his lips slid along my cockhead as he began to give me head, my eyes closed, utterly unconcerned about the crowd around us as my moaning grew louder. I was in a private world, surrounded by naked men, speaking openly about what was going on – ‘fuck yeah — cocksuck me — oh yeah — man — suck me.’

I almost came a couple of times until my hands were able to convince him to stop sucking me, pulling him upwards, a finger in his mouth teasing him upwards to my wanting mouth. When his lips met mine, the very thought that my fantastic cocksucker’s mouth was at mine made me utterly horny, my tongue forcing its way everywhere it could reach.

As he withdrew a bit under the sheer desire, I turned my begging face up, wanting his tongue to rule my mouth as my hand served his hard cock, spreading pre-cum over his knob. His lips pressed against my teeth, a final tease, forcing me to whisper ‘kiss me,’ wanting his mouth against mine, tongue inside me. To which he responded perfectly, our kissing going on and on.

Still sitting underneath him, jerking his cock off, not quite cumming, I was at most 2/3 erect after having almost cum several additional times. He broke the kiss, then turned, trying to sit on my cock. Somewhat confused, I weakly pushed against his back. An unintended signal he quickly responded to, straightening himself.

My cock was now shrinking,the condom’s presence more obvious, including the need to dispose of it when I left, forcing my mind to begin to think about the situation. Including recognizing that we could have spent a while with my horny cock deep in his ass, though that opportunity had also passed. Standing above me, he whispered about using one of the spaces above to continue our fun, but by now, I had reached a certain limit.

Though the idea did hold a certain attraction, having never gone to one of the booths here to get – though I had done that the very first time I kissed a man at a porn complex.

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Two days after I had let Bruce use my mouth for his pleasure I was in the garage of my parents house, trying to find out what was wrong with the ignition on my old car, when Bruce pulled into the driveway in his parents Thunderbird.

“Hi,” he called as he walked up “I thought maybe you would have stopped over yesterday.”

I know I turned red, and said; “Err I was busy working on this thing. Umm trying to get it running so I can get a summer job”. We didn’t all have parents with money that supported their kid with anything he wanted.

“Oh, I see, I kind of wondered since we had such a good time Tuesday. I sure enjoyed it, didn’t you?”

I was really feeling embarrassed; I had thought a lot about sucking his cock, but to be actually talking about it, and being asked to admit that I enjoyed it, was making me feel funny. “AAAaa, well, aa yes, I kind of enjoyed it, it was MM ER, OK.”

Bruce said “I think it was more than OK, I think you did great, you made me feel real good and real relived. You were a lot better than jerking off. Hell you did better than any of those spirit bunny cheer leaders”. I really felt funny at that remark.

His hand went down to his shorts and “adjusted” his cock and balls. My stomach kind of jumped, I felt hot, I felt so weak, I really couldn’t talk.

He continued “I just got back from playing some basketball. I thought how I needed a shower, and how I could use some help again.” He was now rubbing his cock, I wasn’t looking at his face, I was looking right down at his package.

Then he reached over and turned off the garage light. Next his hand went to my shoulder and applied some pressure down, and before I knew it, I was on my knees.

Once bursa escort again he bumped himself at my face. Then he lowered his shorts. He must have prepared ahead of time because he wasn’t wearing his jock, and there was his hardening cock right in front of my face again.

I was mesmerized! I tried to say no, but it didn’t come out. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me forward. My mouth opened and his cock slid in. His cock was in my mouth again. I knew what was going to happen, I knew what he was going to do and I knew what I was going to do. That he was going to use my mouth, and stroke his cock in and out. Stroke in and out for his pleasure, until he would once again shoot a load of cum into my sucking mouth and down my throat. I could smell his sweaty balls and his man oder after his game. Then he started stroking in and out, of my now too willing mouth. “Come on now suck down on it again like you did in my bathroom.” “YES, suck on it,,, MMMmmm OOOHHH.” He jammed forward into my throat and then pulled way back and then in again.

“OHHHOOHHH, yes, FUCK; DAMN; SUCK ME, Suck my cock!”

Just then my father came into the other side of the garage, his car being there prevented him from seeing us.

Bruce pulled out, and got his shorts up, and walked towards the front of the garage. Leaving me still on my knees.

He exchanged some BS with the old man and went to his car.

Then called me over to his car. “No one is home at my house. Come on over there now, and you can finish me.”

“A A aa, err, yeah, OK.” I said feeling so submissive, feeling half drunk. Drunk on sex, drunk on sucking his cock.

“Just come in through escort bursa the garage entrance.” he instructed.

He left, and then after a few minutes of stammering to the old man, I got on my bike out, and rode over to his house.

I stopped the bike in his drive way, and walked through the garage. Bruce meet me at the house door, naked and stroking his hard cock. As I came in, he just reached up and took my head and pushed it down to his cock. Again my mouth opened, and hard cock invaded it. As he stroked his cock in and out, he backed up, making me knee walk to keep up with him and his cock. He still hadn’t showered, and I smelled the hot, man sweat on him. I smelled his manly sweat, and sucked on his manly cock. He stopped stroking and instead used his hand to move my head, I stroked my mouth up and down his cock as I sucked.

Then again he pulled out, making my mouth feel empty and abandoned. “Come on follow me.” he said.

I followed him to his room. He sat on a soft chair. Without saying anything, I went to my knees again, and took his cock into my mouth. I sucked and moved my mouth up and down. I went down pushing his cock into my throat.

“Lick my balls too, that would make me feel good.” My mouth came off his cock and I went down to his balls. I licked one then the other, pushing my face into his sweaty balls and licking and sucking his balls. After a minute or so, he again commanded me back to sucking his cock.

I went to the helmet of his cock and sucked on it, running my tongue around it, licking it and taking his pre cum, then slid my mouth down the shaft, down the shaft and pushing him into my throat again.

Then my hand bursa escort bayan went to my pants, opening them, and reaching in to play with my cock as I sucked his cock. It felt wonderful. Stroking my cock while sucking this big cock in my mouth.

“OOOHH, yeah, man you are really getting into this. I want more of this from you man. Suck my cock SUCK IT GOOD!”

I sucked, I used my tongue to lick and swirl around his cock.

Then he was thrusting again. Thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. Fucking my mouth!

“OH YES; suck my cock, OHh suck my cock, Damn your good at that. You sure always sucked at sports, but now you can suck and make it good.” he laughed!. “I always knew you liked looking at my cock in the locker room. You wanted this for some time didn’t you? OHH YEAH, You are one good cocksucker.”

I responded by sucking, and taking cock deep in my mouth,and deep into my throat.

Then Bruce gave me some strong deep thrusts in and out of my sucking mouth, and then; his cock shot, shot it’s cum into my mouth. Shot cum in and around his cock in my sucking mouth. His thrusts spread cum all in my mouth. I drooled spit and cum out of my mouth, then Bruce told me; “Don’t spill that, swallow it, swallow it all you ‘equipment manager’,” then he laughed as he shot cum into my sucking mouth.

I jerked on my smaller cock, and, as I had a mouthful of his cum, my cock shot its load into my hand. Damn that felt better than any cum I ever had.

When we were done, Bruce looked at me, knowing his superiority, and told me I could leave his house now, but to come back tomorrow afternoon at 2:00.

I wiped my hand on my pants and got my bike and left.

The next day (Friday) Bruce called me kind of early. “What’cha doin this weekend?” he asked.

“MMMm, er, nothing I guess.” I replied.

“Well Sam and Flo, (his parents) are goin to my aunt’s camp on the river, and I got use of our house on the lake. If you might want to go. We can have a good time.”

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