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A sequel to Beach Trips & Road Head

After an hour or so of awkward silence interspersed with glances I couldn’t quite read, Chad finally turned on the radio. Sounds of classic rock filled the moving car, making it slightly less awkward. I toyed with my empty Dr Pepper bottle, wishing I had another.

I didn’t want to stop again, having lost 40 minutes to our unexpected fuck, but I drink (non-alcoholic beverages, obviously) non-stop on car trips. I had packed a few sodas and waters in a cooler early that morning but they were in the other vehicle. I was not only in need of liquid refreshment but I also really wanted to get out of the car for a few moments. I couldn’t read Chad’s thoughts and I worried that fucking around with me had him angry or scared and neither emotion seemed safe in such a close environment.

There was a Wawa up ahead that we often stopped at as a midway break on our beach trips. I figured Brenda and the gang had already stopped but it was a chance to grab a drink, maybe clean off my nether regions with something a little better than a couple of dry McDonald’s napkin I found in my glove box, as well as give Chad and I some space. Maybe a few moments apart would reboot us back to uneasy acquaintances instead of fresh-from-fucking strangers.

“I’m gonna stop for a drink, if that’s ok,” I said.

The words were the first thing I’d spoken since Chad’s load had glazed my face. It felt weird. Why did it feel weird? I’d had one night stands before. Of course, usually hints were made that lead me to be back in my own bed before the time the semen had dried and this time I was trapped in a car. Plus, Chad was straight. That had to be the difference. Right?

***

Chad’s mind was racing almost as fast as the car Andy was driving. He’d always talked a good game, but in reality but didn’t have that many notches in his belt and never seemed to get into an actual relationship.

He didn’t know what that meant. He’d never taken the time to suss out the reasons why he’d never had a long term relationship or why sex seemed to change the dynamics. Having sex was something he thought about a lot more frequently than he actually managed to perform the act. Most one night stands lasted about 5 minutes of foreplay and 2 minutes of penetration, so he figured he might be a lousy lay.

But Andy seemed to be more into it than any chick he’d managed to bang. Maybe it was the beer he had for breakfast, but he was almost always a little tipsy when getting down.

He thought about Tiffany. Her ass was so perfect, small and round, and he’d been entranced by it for weeks after she started working at his gym. One of the trainers told him she thought he was cute when he worked out and she liked that he wasn’t a muscle head, just trying to get fit.

He’d asked her out, they went on a few dates and he started think about using the “girlfriend” label.

On the third date, she let him come up to her place. They got hot and heavy on the couch but he came before they went all the way. She seemed slightly annoyed but said she had to get up early anyway so he should head home.

After one more date, with no return to the bedroom, she’d texted and said she’d found another job. After that, none of his texts were returned. Calls went straight to voicemail. He’d been ghosted.

But with Andy, it was electric. Andy dove into his pits, his chest, his crotch without hesitation. There was no need to persuade him to go down, he lead the charge straight into dick sucking. And man, it was so much better than any of the blow jobs he’d gotten before. Those girls used too much saliva and seemed to tire after less than a minute. They also made such whiny moans while they did it, like imitating porn stars instead of really feeling it.

He was comparing and contrasting the feeling of guys versus girls in the dick sucking arena when Andy’s question broke his reverie.

“Sure, yeah. I could use a drink as well,” Chad replied.

Both gentlemen walked into the convenience store and headed straight for the restroom. Chad motioned for Andy to use it first.

“I’ll grab some drinks a while. You want another Dr Pepper?”

“Yeah, thanks. And a water,” Andy said, reaching to pull out his wallet.

“Don’t worry, bro. You’re driving, I can pay for drinks.”

Chad walked to cooler and selected two waters and the Dr Pepper. He passed the rows of snacks and wondered what Andy liked. Picking up something salty and something sweet to cover all his bases, he was walking towards the counter when the magazine rack caught his eye. He saw a Playgirl, a magazine he’d never looked at before.

I wonder if Andy would like it, he thought. Gay guys read Playgirl, right? That’s dumb, Chad. If he wanted one, he’d have a subscription already. But who subscribes to magazines çankırı escort anymore?

His grip on the three bottles was loosening so he made a quick decision. Grabbing the magazine, he went to the counter and checked out.

The girl behind the counter didn’t even glance up as she bagged the Playgirl with the chips and candy bars. Chad glanced over and saw Andy strolling out of the restroom. Suddenly feeling sheepish, he hid the one bag behind his back and handed the one containing the drinks over before rushing to the restroom.

Slipping into a stall to pee and hide for a second. He didn’t realize the restroom wasn’t a one-holer. Andy probably thought I’m avoiding him. Won’t go into the restroom with me, won’t take my money, hiding bags from him.

Chad sat on the toilet and realized he really had to pee. Hanging the bag on a hook, he slid his pants down and let the stream flow. While he was sitting, he saw the Playgirl cover through the thin plastic bag.

What an idiot. What would possess me to buy a nudie rag for a guy I just met this morning? Just because he sucked my dick doesn’t mean he wants to be best buds. Tiffany quit her job to avoid me after we had sex. Andy will probably make me squeeze into the other car for the trip back.

Chad put his head in his hands. Why do I even care? I got off, that should be enough.

***

I leaned against the car for a few minutes. How long does it take to pee? Good lord, Chad will be the death of me yet. And not death by choking on his dick, either. That would be a way to go, not driven crazy by straight boys being late.

Opening the car door, I set the bag of drinks on the seat. I walked back in and headed for the restroom. So what if Chad didn’t want to be in the same restroom as me? I wanted to get back on the road.

A weird groan came from one of the stalls, the only one with a closed door. Chad. It wasn’t a sex groan, it sounded like the groan I make at the end of a long, frustrating day at work.

“Chad, you almost ready to go? I don’t want to be later than we already are.”

“Uh, yeah. Did you text Brenda and tell her we were running late?”

“Yeah, they are almost there. I told her to check in at the motel awhile.”

A flush sounded and Chad opened the stall door. I immediately clocked the iconic Playgirl logo bleeding through a bag hanging on the back.

“What the actual fuck?” I motioned to the bag. Was Chad gay after all? Was that what was going on?

“I, uh, I bought it. For you. As, like, a thank you for driving and the, you know, for fucking me.”

“You are the weirdest straight boy I ever met. You buy presents for all your fuckbuddies?”

Chad’s face colored and realized I’d embarrassed him. I instantly regretted drawing attention to his purchase. I wanted to have a normal rapport, not make things weirder. He was making that very difficult.

“I’m kidding. Chad, thank you. I haven’t bought a Playgirl since I was 19, but there is something kinda old fashioned but nice about a glossy magazine instead of a tiny phone screen when you’re feeling yourself.”

“I’m sorry. I made it weird. It’s already weird, but I made it more weird.”

“It’s fine,” I said as I gave him a hug. Was I making it more weird, I mean weirder?

He leaned into my hug. Our faces were almost perfectly level with each other. He kissed me.

My eyes widened but I didn’t stop him. His lips were slightly chapped, his beard lightly tickling my smooth face. I realized that his beard had been tickling my ass crack that same way just an hour or so before and I got hard again.

I never have sex in bathrooms. I never have sex with straight boys either, but I figured breaking one of my sex rules was enough for today. Chad must’ve realized I was boned up but didn’t move to do anything about it. He just kissed me, long and almost sweet. I hadn’t kissed like this since I’d tried to convince my last boyfriend not to leave me, over a year ago. I wanted it to go on forever, but there was a row of toilets and an unlocked door reminding me this was not the place.

Breaking the kiss and wrapping my arms around his neck, I whispered in his ear “let’s finish this somewhere people haven’t been pissing and shitting.”

He laughed, breaking the moment. “You really are something.”

Chad and I held hands off and on for the rest of the drive. We both felt giddy, knowing that something was going to happen as soon as we get to the motel. I had already planned out sleeping arrangements, splitting the boys and the girls but I knew Michelle wouldn’t mind sharing her bed. Brenda might, I think she was planning for girly time but she would have to share her best friend’s time.

By the time we pulled in, Brenda, Michelle and her boyfriend (began with an R, escort çankırı Rodney or Ryan or something) had already unpacked and headed to the beach. The sun hadn’t gone down yet and I had wanted to run down to the water for a moment and watch the sunset but my dick was calling me into the bed.

Chad gave the bed a longing look. If I had already rearranged our sleeping situation, a quick fuck with a locked door would be on the menu. Alas, no one was responding to my texts and the last thing I wanted for Chad was for his brother to walk in on us in flagrante delicto.

I pulled him into a kiss. “I’m sorry, but while a threeway with you and your brother ticks my kink boxes, I’m not sure that’s what would go down if he walked in on us. I know you’re hard but we’ll have to wait.”

“It’s fine. We have a whole week. Let’s just check out the beach.”

We quickly changed into swim suits and I tried not to look at his dick swinging while changing. I didn’t try very hard, though. It really was magnificent. Pubic hair at the base was trimmed enough to look clean but still masculine, and it was just so fat. I never measure cocks but this was a good 6 plus inches long and fat as a beer can. How I got that thing inside me, in a car no less, I don’t know. He’d taken off the stupid hat revealing sexy curls and if he’d had a tighter fitting tank top instead of the cut off tee shirt, he looked like someone I’d actually hit on in a bar. Until I looked down at his camo swim trunks.

Slipping on my board shorts, I wished I had given in to purchasing the Speedos my friends had teased me about. I knew my body was OK, I was tall and hairy with a soft belly that wasn’t flat but didn’t hang out over my waist band that much. I had longed for a six pack, like every young gay, but I didn’t have the time to commit to creating one. The Speedo had played up my round ass, which the board shorts hid for the most part, but Chad had already seen it so hopefully he’d remember. Seen it, licked it, fucked it. I’d given up all my best parts already. Hopefully he’d stay interested.

There it was. Why was I hoping he would stay interested? He was just a straight guy experimenting. He’d get scared off by an extra dick in the sex equation eventually. This was just some fun at the beach. Don’t get all sentimental just because he kissed you, idiot.

I checked my phone one more time and grabbed my beach bag. I had towels, a book, sunblock and all the other necessities packed and ready. As we walked out of the motel room, I was very aware of Chad’s presence beside me. He was close, his musky aroma accented by a spicy, citrusy cologne.

As we walked the three blocks to the boardwalk, I found myself recognizing the small.

“Is that Curve Crush?”

Chad blushed. “Yeah, it’s my favorite.”

“Mine too. You smell incredible. Good enough to eat.” I could smack myself. Stop flirting with him!

His lack of response hung in the air. We crossed the boardwalk and our feet hit the sand. The sunset made the landscape glow orange and I looked around.

I prefer to go to the beach in September to avoid the crowds and the blistering heat. As expected, the beach was only dotted with a few blankets and towels. I set the bag down and spread out two towels.

“Race me to the water?” Chad didn’t wait for an answer before taking off. His hair was caught by the air and he looked equal parts ridiculously handsome and just plain ridiculous as I tried to keep up.

We hit the water within seconds of each other and tumbled as a cool wave knocked us down. As he rose out of the water, Chad’s shirt clung to his chest, the hair and nipples visible through the soaked fabric. He reached for me and kissed me, with an even greater sense of urgency than in the restroom hours before. I could feel his dick stirring in his swim trunks as he ran his hands down my back.

I wanted to pull away. To tell him there were too many people around. Tell him I wasn’t the kind of gay who makes out in public and gets beat up. Except I didn’t want to do or say any of those things. I wanted to never stop kissing him, I wanted to feel his hands all over my wet skin. I wanted him to throw me down onto the sand and recreate that scene in From Here to Eternity.

Reaching under the water to grab my ass, he nearly toppled us both over by trying to spread my legs and pick me up. I pulled away and laughed.

“You can’t pick me up like a romance movie star. I’m not as petite as the girls you normally kiss like this.”

He looked me directly in the eyes. “I have never kissed a girl like this.”

The eyes don’t lie. I knew he was feeling emotions he never thought he’d have for another man.

***

It was true. Chad had never felt emotions like this for someone he’d known for less than çankırı escort bayan 24 hours. He’d never felt emotions like this for someone he’d banged within hours of meeting. And, most startling, he’d never had emotions like this for a man.

Chad didn’t know what to do. Animal instinct had taken over and he wanted to kiss Andy all over, bystanders be damned.

He looked up and saw that there were maybe four towels or blankets within sight of the shore. One held a lady in a giant caftan, intently reading The Girl on the Train. Two others were empty, their owners on the boardwalk or somewhere. The fourth was not occupied but a gentleman was pacing behind it, shouting into a cell phone. He angrily began gathering his things.

No one was looking at them. They were alone in the water, practically alone on the beach. The sun was going down, soon the beach would be closed and families were already looking for

dinner.

“I think we’re alone now.”

“There doesn’t seem to be anyone around.”

Chad wrinkled his nose, knowing there was a joke there but couldn’t place it.

“I want you in the worst way.”

He reached into Andy’s shorts and confirmed that he also wanted him. Andy closed his eyes and breathed heavily as Chad stroked his penis. The salty water felt strange and almost uncomfortable but he couldn’t resist the touch. He reached out and grasped Chad’s dick through his ugly camo trunks. Chad let out a soft moan. Their lips met again.

The salty taste of the ocean water felt tangy on Chad’s mouth as he kissed Andy’s neck. He sunk into the water and pulled down Andy’s turnks enough to expose his hard dick. Andy looked up and saw that they really were alone. Theirs were the only towels on the sand. He looked out at the setting sun as Chad tentatively licked the tip of his dick.

Andy looked down with surprise. Chad knelt in the water, looking up and meeting his gaze.

What the hell am I doing? Chad asked himself before opening his mouth and swallowing Andy’s dick.

***

What the hell is he doing? I asked myself.

I never in a million years thought I would be getting a blowjob at the beach from a straight man I’d met hours before. I guess I need to stop thinking of him as straight?

Pretty soon I wasn’t thinking about anything but his wet tongue and sloppy lips enthusiastically sucking my dick. What he lacked in technique, he made up for with gusto. Pretty soon, he found a rhythm that was sending me into ecstasy. It’s true that guys give better head than girls because we know what feels good. And boy, did Chad know what felt good.

My dick is sort of average, just about five inches, so it kind of surprised me when he tried to take the whole thing and gagged a little. “You don’t have to hurt yourself; it feels great just the way your tongue feels on the head.”

“You sure? I want to make you feel good.”

My eyes rolled back as he returned to stroking the shaft and trying to keep his head above water while using his tongue to drive me wild. Pretty soon I was close.

“I’m gonna cum.”

He pulled his face away and let the hot jizz spurt over his shoulder and into the ocean. A few drops landed on his shirt.

Before I could pull myself together enough to reciprocate another wave to topple us down. I barely kept hold of my trunks with my foot. I righted myself and looked up to see a few familiar faces heading toward us.

“You’re lucky that wave only took your swim trunks and not your whole self out to sea,” Brenda said with an eye roll. “Cover your shame, we’ve been looking everywhere for you and we are starving.”

I pulled up my trunks, embarrassed that we’d been caught but grateful that they thought the waves were the naughty source of my nudity.

We all walked quickly back to the motel room and I told them I wanted to hop into the shower quickly before changing for dinner. Chad and his brother Robert (I knew it was an R name!) decided to just deal with the salt on their skin and weren’t even going to change into real pants until Brenda and Michelle commanded them to.

I was fixing my hair when the humidity of the bathroom forced me to crack open the door. I heard Robert’s voice over the TV.

“Didn’t I tell you Brenda was hot? If I wasn’t with Michelle I’d be trying to get with her. You need to get her alone, I bet she’d totally put out for you. Seems freaky. You shoulda gotten her to ride down with you and whatshisnuts. I can’t believe you were in a car for three hours with her queer brother. He didn’t try to touch you, did he?”

My breathe caught. What would Chad say?

“He was trying, I could tell, but he knew better than to mess with these guns.”

White hot tears welled up in my eyes as I sunk to the floor. I don’t know what I expected. I don’t know why I cared. He really was straight, and he could go straight to hell. I couldn’t stand the thought of spending a whole week with these two.

I pulled my phone out and texted Brenda.

feeling sick swallowed too much sea water

go to dinner wo me

I leaned back against the toilet and tried not to cry.

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My schedule over the last couple of weeks has been complicated by cutting wood in the local forest. Not that this is a complaint, as the weather has been ideal for doing such work, not to mention motorcycle riding. This meant that last Friday, after spending a couple of hours with a saw and unloading the results at home, when I entered the house, the clock said it was 2pm, providing a perfect opportunity to go riding, relaxing in my favorite sauna after enjoying some organic smoke.

About 1/3 of the way there, I realized my black bag was still at home. Considering that condoms were available for the asking at the bathhouse, though when I first started visiting, the bucket was kept openly at one end of the bar, and that my little bottle is not at all necessary for fantastically wild male to male sex, it made sense to keep going. Particularly if I wanted to get a second load of firewood out of the woods that day.

Parking with a motorcycle is always simple, nicely matching the simplicity of sex at the bathhouse. Being used to my habits at the counter, it didn’t take long to deal with my helmet, which doesn’t fit into the somewhat narrow and short lockers. Taking off my jacket and boots doesn’t take long after decades of riding, though they go a long way to filling the locker. (When I am not able to balance on one leg while taking off a boot and a sock at a time will be an indicator that it is time to give up riding.)

Finishing my beer at the free Internet terminal, I caught up on various local gay forums/message boards – after all, if there is one place to expect people to cruise the net with a distinctly homosexual direction, it would certainly be here, a veritable Turkish bath of sin and unspeakable acts. Ones that all more than one time visitors are definitely interested in repeating.

A fact that took very little time to confirm upon entering the steam room. A couple of men seemed to standing apart in the front area as I moved towards the wall, before turning right to enter the dimness at the back. Moving slowly, I sensed the presence of a man nearby. Keeping my hands outstretched, fully realizing what could result, mutual contact being one reason to walk this path through the steambath. though trying not to be clumsy about it.

At least, that has been my experience, both when positioned against the wall there, or passing it by. It is also a bit variable – the further away one is from the narrowest point, the lower the illumination level. He was at the beginning of the deeper section, while I was still in a more lit section, though far enough along that someone could pass by without touching – assuming a modicum of skill and the desire to remain untouched, something so often lacking in the proximity of horny naked strangers so close at hand – or mouth.

His gentle touch along my wrist was a bit surprising, as my eyes were still focussed into the deeper reaches of the darkness, and not on his presence. When his hand quickly found my thigh, then my now swelling cock, it was obvious that he had been standing there long enough, and was looking the better direction, for his eyes to help him start playing with another man.

My moans were inevitable, as were his after my fingers found his nipple, tracing back from his hand along his arm to his shoulder, stroking the hairs underneath, then down, over his chest. My right hand reached out underneath the belt line, quickly finding his equally expanding cock. My left hand still held the condoms and lube, but it was possible to reach out and use my left arm to sweep us closer, a hint that he enthusiastically responded to, pressing our bodies together, then virtually cock to cock.

The temptation was almost irresistible, but with my hand on his now 3/4 hard cock, it was possible to guide his turned on cock towards the outside of my thigh, my fingers wrapped just underneath his cockhead, pumping it rhythm to his panting. My own stiffening cock was against his hip, and when his tongue found my neck, it was clear that the only way a condom would be used was if I took the lead, even though by now, my resolve was dwindling under a tide of seductive sensation.

Cock to cock is wonderful, and it was obvious that he wanted to enjoy it with my cock against çanakkale escort his, an idea that certainly tempted me. Luckily, I knew a way to create a perfect short term distraction while taking care of my basic conditions for enjoying it in a place where sex is so utterly casual.

Bending to my knees, I put a condom package between my teeth, opened it, took the condom out, determined the direction it would need to roll, then let my lips follow it down his cockhead. His hands reached for my head, but weakened as my mouth engulfed his cock, my right hand unrolling the latex down to the base of his shaft. It felt as if he had shaved recently, a bit unfortunately, since his silky armpit hair had been so sexy to feel.

My right hand went to my cock as soon as the condom covered his jutting rod, pre-cum making the sensation of jacking off perfect, knowing that anyone nearby could see me sucking a hard cock while playing with myself, almost unbearably fantastic. Knowing that this was just the start of my visit, it was possible to restrain my own desires, at least to the extent of not cumming when rubbing his cock against mine.

Which occurred as soon as I stood up, letting my shaft rise until it met his, letting me pressing my palm down against both rods, gripping them before beginning to move back and forth. His arm curled out to press my body along his, his tongue going from my neck to my ear as I willingly bent my head to let him reach his goal. My other hand was playing with his erect nipple, and when I let my fingers splay, my pinkie actually touched his other nipple, making him gasp as both his nipples were touched.

Knowing that cumming so quickly would just end this afternoon’s fun, after spending a delightful interval thrusting cock against cock, he slowed, pressing me tight again, before standing back, and leaving. I followed after a couple of minutes of enjoying the steam sitting on the bench, letting my body relax, hand along my softening cock in the now empty space.

Going to the shower, getting clean before entering the hot tub, I stood back quickly when the water stream turned out to be quite cold. Pressing the shower button again, the water had warmed enough to starting soaping myself, starting with my hands and feet. The four rain style shower heads are arranged in a ‘L’ pattern, 3 in a row, the 4th offset a bit. A man was showering at the other corner, and seemed to be paying attention. That anybody is particularly interested in my body’s appearance at this point is not something I consider, but after having already been on my knees sucking a stranger’s cock, and then going cock to cock, being public appealed to me.

The water runs for a minute or so before needing to be started again by pressing a fairly large silver plate. My cock was still horny, and when I turned my head to look around, it was obvious that the other man was focussing his attention on it. Filling my palm with soap from the wall dispenser, I slowly spread it along my shaft, my left hand playing with my balls, facing the wall, making my cock appear in profile. I love looking at cock, and the idea that another man was enjoying the same thrill was a turn-on.

Stroking my hardening cock, I knew he could see me, and when briefly turning to check, it seemed as if the sight of my now stiff cock was making him horny, his expression starting to betray just how horny he was getting looking at a naked stranger in his late 40s soaping his thickening and swelling cock in public. One thing that has definitely struck me at the bathhouse is just how sexy cocks are, without necessarily finding men sexy at all.

From the sounds, the whirlpool was clearly in its manic bubbling phase, and with my cock quite rigid, I left the shower after using my hands to brush the water off my skin. Really, the single towel is utterly inadequate for anything but a final drying off before leaving, and this brushing is about as good as possible – though doing it around other people requires a certain space..

Walking naked to the still bubbling whirlpool, I noted that two men were in it. The one at the center was floating with his elbows on the edge, head facing towards the wall, legs somewhat spread, çanakkale escort bayan while the other sat on the bench to the left of the entry steps. Putting my toe in, the water was pleasantly warm, an invitation to let my body relax in its heat.

Getting in, the incessant bubbling was somehow less irritating than usual, possibly because the center man’s legs were reducing its action. After a moment to get settled in the currents, I let my right leg drift over to the nearer leg of the floating man. Touching it, I let my foot slowly slide along its warmth, until my toes were reaching his crotch.

The man across from me was bending, his hand apparently playing with the third man’s nipple. My toes began to massage his fairly massive feeling balls, then slid further, along his cock, guided mainly by the water currents. Water provides an opportunity for not completely random motion due to the weightlessness of the bodies floating in it, an incredibly light touch, though solid compared to the wetness we were surrounded by.

Another man entered the water, settling to my left. His leg touched mine after a short pause, promptly followed by his hand reaching for and finding my cock. Keeping my right leg stretched without floating off the bench became more difficult as he began to play with my cock, and my left hand left the tiled surface to play with his cock. The sensations were fantastic, and only interrupted when I began to slip of the bench entirely, forcing my left hand to reposition my body.

The central fountain stopped, prompting the man across from me to leave. In the clear water, it was easy to look at the cock I was stroking, and the currents were gentle. My foot began to concentrate on the floating man’s cock, feeling it stiffen as my big toe rubbed around its head, pressing it upwards against his skin.

I was reaching the point of cumming, something to definitely avoid doing in the whirlpool, a fact the man causing the pleasure seemed to understand, in part by me making him rigid as he slowed his motions on my shaft. My right hand reached over to play with his nipple, making his first obvious gasps join the soft rhythmic moaning of the man my foot was manipulating.

By now, our legs were entwined, and when he began to play with his cock, my hand moved down to play with his sack. Another man appeared at the top of the steps into the water, with a tight gray and black beard, looking at what was going on. With my legs splayed, and cock hard, as much on display as he was, my eyes focussing on his erect, and very sexy looking, cock. Clearly, he had gotten hard before coming to the whirlpool, a thought that just added to my enjoyment of the sight, as he gazed at what was going on.

Stepping into the water, he sat where the other man had, and I watched as his hand began to touch his cock, his legs spreading as one touched the man stroking my cock. It moved on, and I knew precisely when it reached his cock, the sounds, the sight, and the change in rhythm on my cock all occurring in the same time span.

I felt this new stranger’s foot against mine, and looking at him more directly, he had the same sexy expression the first man I ever jacked off with did when the sensations became so good, and looking at another turned on man just added to the turn-on. He shifted position, and we all moved forward to make it easier to stroke and caress each other while enjoying the warm water.

except for the floating man, whose cock and balls I was still stroking, enjoying its girth, easily double mine. By now, being slow, I had figured out he was waiting for someone to fuck him in the ass, but I wasn’t, at least not here, and without a condom. And none of the other 3 men gad been interested either, apparently – either they were as slow or as uninterested as I, or both.

Not that anybody had grounds for complaint – two men were playing with my cock, my hands were playing with their cocks, my foot was on a third man’s. We were all essentially floating, sharing the delights of skilled men enjoying themselves in a group, everything obvious in the clear water, just like a lake in the summer.

Predictably, this didn’t last, as the pumps started to cycle on, escort çanakkale creating a deep sound as they began their mighty – and unnecessary – work. The first man to leave was the one that had been floating on his elbows, followed by myself, cock quite hard.

I grabbed the condoms from upstairs out of the cubbyhole, and re-entered the steam room, definitely wanting to cum. Being so horny was irresistible, after the last half hour had been filled with pure sexual sensation. I knew that it would be easy to find a cock sucker in here, and that is exactly what I wanted.

Passing four or five men before reaching the bench, I knew that opportunities could arise swiftly, as turned out to be true as a man entered the dimness, following my path, then slowly locating where I was sitting before moving closer. Legs already spread as I stroked myself, I just needed to move slightly to touch his foot when he stopped in front of me, his cock backlit from the light entering the glass door.

This made it simple for me to grasp it, making him respond by turning closer, his own hand questing down my body until finding my rod. When he touched my cock, I moved my hand upwards, sliding along his chest until finding a nipple, making it harder by rubbing with two fingers, the swelling point between them. That we were both horny became increasing obvious, and by now, there was no way for me to resist another man’s interest.

He squatted down, and it was obvious that he wanted to suck cock. Murmuring ‘condom,’ he paused, his hand keeping me stiff while dealing with a condom’s practicalities – just about the first man I had ever encountered as skilled as the majority of women I have ever fucked. This remains one of the surprises of bathhouse practices here – condom use is rare, even in a setting where condoms make total sense. Though admittedly, the first time I was rimmed, the man I got off in my mouth used a condom, and the men I have fucked in the ass having always been willing to wait until a condom is in place before continuing.

As I unrolled the condom on, his mouth followed, my cock being slowly swallowed in his mouth. The door opened, and a pair stepped in, a pair that quickly stopped, one kneeling in front of the other. Clearly, this Friday was one where public displays were the norm, a norm I had been participating in the entire visit. A hand began to play with my nipple as he sucked me deeper into his willing mouth, while watching the cock sucking just a couple of yards in front of me.

The man sucking me off paused when my hand found his nipple, then stood, his hands around my head pulling me up. I instinctively knew that we would be cock to cock, the very idea was arousing. As his cock moved against mine, his hand on my nipple brought me to he very brink of cumming, though I was able to restrain myself after the first wave of blissful satisfaction.

But as his hand began to play with my cock, I knew that it would be impossible to escape his skill before cumming, an arrangement that perfectly suited my mood. The bathhouse’s condoms had a different fit than the ones I normally use, their tightness and his fingers leading me on to a wonderful orgasm.

He stood, his hand pulling me up as my cock followed his body, turning and placing my cock at the entrance of his ass. I slid forward, my cockhead feeling his balls as his hand pressed against it, his tight ring being opened by my cock head.

He then shifted, his hand still at my cock as it shifted between his sack, feeling much like my toes had felt in the whirlpool, splitting another man’s sack into two halves. Though I was able to say’ slower,’ I knew that my orgasm was unstoppable as he kept playing with my cock, now under his complete control, his hand guiding it against his bells.

As is often true in the baths, my orgasm started before I realized it consciously, my body satisfying itself without restraint, thrusting against his sack as he held my covered cock in his grasp. Orgasming against his balls was fantastic, especially when I felt his own orgasm begin as I pumped cum against his yielding skin.

After cumming, he left, and I followed a moment later, pulling off the cum filled condom off my now shrunken cock, placing it in the small white trash container just outside of the steamroom. I showered quickly, then went upstairs to get dressed before leaving, paying for my beer with the number of the locker key.

After riding home, I changed back into work clothes, and spent another hour and half cutting firewood in the warm early spring sunshine.

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Leaving the hospital Avery had been ecstatic. The cool, crisp, November air kissed his face as he stepped outside and stood there, in the parking lot, eyes closed and his head tilted back he savored the feeling of freedom.

Rick had brought him a change of clothes and Avery was so glad to finally be free of the drafty hospital gown. He’d taken a shower but wasn’t able to really wash his hair all that good. It still hurt to move around and lifting his arms above his head was almost impossible. Still, he couldn’t go to meet his father like that so he had decided to make a quick pit stop at the salon.

Rick had gone with him of course. And although Boomer had offered to drive them, they decided to take a cab. Boomer and the others had already done so much for Rick and Avery that Avery didn’t want to burden them further.

The closest salon was a small, privately owned place, called Stylz by Dee. They catered to both men and women, as well as children. Avery had been there a few times and knew the owner pretty well. She and her daughter were the only hair stylists. They also employed one girl who did nails.

They didn’t get a lot of business and most of their customers were regulars who were fiercely loyal to Dee and her daughter, but they made enough to keep themselves in business. Avery liked them because they never looked at him funny or refused him service. He’d gotten his nails done there more than once and on occasion had his hair colored. Dee considered herself an artist and she welcomed any chance to really let her creative side out.

With Avery, that was almost always the case because he was one of her less conservative clients and always wanted something that stretched the line.

He had hoped that this time they could find some way to make his hair less messy and more like an actual hair style but at the same time manage to let his true personality show through. Both Dee and Krista, her daughter, were more than willing to take on the challenge.

When Avery had walked into the salon he did so with trepidation. He wasn’t sure if either of them had heard about what happened but he assumed they’d probably read about it in the paper. What he didn’t want were looks of pity or special treatment. He was just one of their clients and expected to be treated as such.

Dee had looked up as Avery walked to the desk. She greeted him with a huge smile, dropped what she was doing and walked over to the desk so that she could check him in. He was thankful that there were no other customers waiting, only one lady under the dryer, so he could be seen right away. Krista had come out of the back room carrying a broom and a dust pan.

“Hey Avery!” She squealed when she saw him. “How you doing honey?”

Avery smiled back and told her that he was doing pretty good. Krista was in her thirties, a little over weight but still pretty. She had wavy light brown hair that she always kept swept up on the top of her head and secured with any number of colored scrunchies. She also liked to wear multicolored press on nails and bright, flamboyant clothes. Avery smirked when he saw her. Krista was a self proclaimed “fag hag” and sometimes a little overly friendly to the gay community as if she were trying to make a point of saying “Hey, I’m for gay rights!”

Dee was less conspicuous. She had blondish grey hair that was cut into a short page boy. She wore large, thick, light pink framed glasses-sometimes hanging around her neck by a chain. She wasn’t as heavy set as her daughter but she was large busted which made her look heavier. She dressed casually, usually in jeans and a nice shirt that was almost almost hidden behind a black apron. Her nails were long and painted deep, dark red that perfectly matched her blood red lips.

Dee was also a little eccentric, but Avery liked that about her. He’d never really met anyone who possessed any measure of creativity that wasn’t a little out of the norm. He supposed there was just something about artists, no matter what the medium, that made them different from others. Creative people were just wired different. It wasn’t a bad thing though, actually it kept the world from being drab and boring.

“What can we do for you today?” Dee had asked him.

Avery pointed to his hair. “I need this cleaned up some.” He told her. “I figured a wash and a trim. Even it out a bit.” He explained in further detail what he was looking for and Dee nodded, smiling in her usual charming and upbeat way. She ushered him over one of the sinks and he sat down. A moment later, Krista was at his side, covering him with a black, plastic salon cape. Krista slid her hands through Avery’s mangled locks and gave him a sweet, yet sympathetic smile.

“Sure do have a lot of blood left in your hair.” She said.

Her mother coughed and gave her a stern look as she shook her head disapprovingly, letting Krista know that her comment was insensitive and unprofessional.

Avery had shrugged it off. He’d expected that kind of reaction and so it didn’t really bolu escort bayan phase him. “I haven’t had my hair washed yet.” He simply told her and left it at that.

Thirty minutes later Avery’s hair had been washed and evened out. It actually looked better than he’d thought it would but he still missed his long hair. Rick smiled when he saw him.

“You look so emo.” He joked.

Avery grinned and flipped him the bird.

When Avery went to pay, Dee refused to accept his money. “It’s on the house.” She told him. “You’re such a good customer and I’m thankful for your business. Besides that, it makes me feel good to know that we can help bring that lovely smile back to your face.” She winked at him.

“Thank you.” Avery told her, blushing some. “It means a lot.”

“Anytime sweety.”

It felt so good to be out and doing normal things again. The trip to the salon was Avery’s first official act in reclaiming his life. Seeing his father had been the second. Things were all coming back together, the scars would soon fade, and he would be alright again. He knew that in his heart. With Rick by his side, Avery felt as if he could do anything. So why did he find it so difficult now, standing at the threshold of his apartment doorway, to walk through that door?

Rick put a hand on Avery’s shoulder and looked at him. “You okay babe?”

Avery nodded slowly. “I just need a moment.” He whispered.

“Take as long as you need.” Rick squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“Thanks.” Avery looked into the dark room before him. It was so still, so quiet. It was almost hard for him to believe that anything bad had happened there a week earlier. The living room was straightened up. He couldn’t remember if anything had even been out of place to begin with but he assumed that after he’d blacked out Mikey would have knocked furniture over or at least moved it out of the way trying to drag Avery’s seemingly lifeless body through the room to the front door.

The biggest mess though would be in the kitchen and hallway. Avery could remember in detail the beating he’d taken in that room. How he’d tried to crawl into the hall and escape the assault only to have it continue there, just outside the kitchen doorway. His heart leapt into his throat as the fear he’d felt came sneaking back up on him. What did he have to be afraid of though? Mikey was in jail. The other two were as good as gone, probably skipped town to avoid being picked up. He was in no immediate danger yet there was still something holding him back.

“This is my home.” Avery thought. “I can’t be scared of my own home. I have to just suck it up and go inside.” The silent room loomed before him and for a slit second a wave of dizziness washed over him.

“I can’t do this.” He whispered, tears welling up in his eyes.

“What’s wrong baby? Talk to me.” Rick was concerned now. Avery looked terrified, he was shaking and close to tears. “Do you want to leave?” He asked him. “We can go to a hotel for the night.”

Avery nodded. “Yeah, lets do that. I just can’t…I can’t go in there yet.”

“That’s fine baby.” Rick led Avery to a plastic chair against the wall and sat him down. “Let me go in and pack a few things for the night and I’ll be right back.”

“Hurry.” Avery said. “I don’t want to be alone out here for too long.”

“I’ll be quick.” Rick kissed him on the mouth then hurried into the apartment.

Rick called Trash once he was inside and asked him if he could give he and Avery a ride. Trash agreed and he and Kat arrived at Avery and Rick’s place in less than fifteen minutes. Avery sat in back, and Rick slide in beside him.

“Thanks man.” Rick said. “We appreciate this.”

“Hey no problem, dude.”

Kat looked back at Avery and smiled sweetly. “How you feeling today?” She asked.

He shrugged. “I’m okay I guess. I’m just not ready to go back inside that place yet.”

“Oh I totally understand.” She told him. “I don’t blame you one bit. By the way, how was your meeting with your dad?”

“It was okay.” He said again. Avery propped his arm up on the door frame and rested his head in his hand as he looked out the window.

Kat looked at Trash and Trash shrugged. “I’m glad everything went well.” She told Avery.

“Thanks.” He mumbled.

Kat turned around in her seat as Trash pulled out onto the road. It was obvious to her that Avery wasn’t in the mood for conversation.

Rick put his hand on Avery’s knee and squeezed it lightly. He hated seeing Avery in such a funk but he didn’t really know what to do to brighten his mood. He just hoped that once they got to the hotel Avery would feel somewhat better and be able to relax more.

Trash asked Rick where he wanted to go. “What ever is the cheapest.” He told him as he pulled out his wallet and looked to see how much cash he had on him.

“Rosewood Inn.” Avery spoke up.

Rick looked at him. “Babe I can’t…”

“I’ll send the bill to my father.” Avery escort bolu said quickly. “It’s alright. He already offered to put us up in a hotel if I didn’t want to go back to the apartment right away. I didn’t want to take him up on the offer at the time, I thought it would be okay going home but now, if it’s just for a night or two I think I’ll be okay to go back. I just need some time.”

Rick nodded. “Yeah it’s fine if he offered.”

Avery turned back to the window, silently watching the road speed past the tires of the car.

When they reached the hotel Avery got out first and went inside to check them in. Rick went around to the trunk to get their bags. Kat walked up to him and gently touched him on the shoulder. Rick turned to look at her.

“Is everything cleaned up?” She asked him. “Back at the apartment I mean.”

“Yeah it is.” Rick told her as he swung a duffel bag over his shoulder. “Hanson had a cleaning crew come in. They did a really good job. Avery didn’t make it that far though, he wouldn’t even walk through the front door.”

“Well, give him some time, like he said.” Trash came up beside Kat. “It’s probably not easy for him to go back after what happened. Maybe if you talk to the manager and see about changing the locks and stuff he’ll feel a little better.”

“Yeah, I can do that.” Rick agreed. “Not that he ever uses the lock.”

Kat looked at Rick sadly. “I think now he may start.”

Rick nodded slowly and looked at the ground. “Yeah, I think you may be right about that.”

Rick slid the key card into the reader and the door popped open instantly. He pushed the door the rest of the way open and stood to the side, allowing Avery to enter first. He slung the bag over his shoulder again, then picked up Avery’s night bag, and followed in after him.

Avery walked into the outer room and looked around. There was a fairly large flat screen sitting on a TV stand in front of a coffee table and couch. A smaller arm chair set against the wall next to door and across from it was a desk with a pad of paper and a pen neatly placed in the center. A welcome basket was on the coffee table, along with a list of channels and a menu for room service.

Rick had no intention of ordering room service but to his surprise, Avery picked up the menu and then walked into the second room with it and plopped himself down on the queen sized bed. Rick sat the bags down and walked into the second room, joining Avery on the bed. He watched as Avery scanned the menu.

“Ohhh…champagne.” He grinned at Rick. “Should we?”

Rick shrugged. “I don’t know. Will your dad get mad if we order food and stuff?”

Avery laughed a bit.” I don’t know, he might. He’ll get over it anyway.” He reached over and picked up the phone. “Anything else you want?”

Rick shook his head and smiled. “Whatever you want to order babe. I’m happy with anything.”

“Okay.” Avery sat Indian style as he dialed the number and then began giving his order to room service. He seemed totally in his element, as if he did this sort of thing all the time. Rick realized suddenly that this was the life Avery was actually used to. Fancy hotels, room service, people waiting on him hand and foot. He was comfortable with it because he grew up with it.

Rick leaned back on the bed and watched him. He loved Avery so much, but he was starting to wonder if he was really good enough for him. Rick didn’t come from money. He was a poor orphan without a cent to his name and Avery’s parents were loaded. How could he ever compete with that?

Avery hung up the phone then turned to Rick and smiled. “You’ll have to sign for the champagne when they bring it.” He told him. “I’m not twenty-one yet.”

“That’s fine.” Rick smiled back. Rick wanted to be happy, excited even. He and Avery were finally alone again. He could lay beside him and hold him in his arms all night if he wanted. Avery even seemed to be receptive to Rick’s affections which was another thing that had worried Rick. He wasn’t sure if Avery would ever be able to stomach being touched by a man again but that didn’t seem to bother him. At least not when it was Rick doing the touching.

Still though, Rick was suddenly overwhelmed with this profound sadness. Now that he had actually seen the type of life that Avery was once accustomed to, Rick was seriously questioning whether or not he measured up.

Avery slid across the bed closer to Rick. “Everything alright?” He asked.

Rick looked up at him as he was snapped back to reality and out of his thoughts. “Huh? Oh, yeah baby, everything’s fine.” He lied, not knowing if Avery believed him or not.

“You’re sure?” Avery asked him. “You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Rick nodded then smiled reassuringly at Avery. “Babe, I’m sure, everything is perfect. I’m here with you. What else could I ask for?”

Avery blushed some then leaned over and kissed rick on the lips. Not a quick peck, but a long, deep, passionate kiss. bolu escort “Everything is perfect.” Avery cooed in Rick’s ear. “We’re together and I couldn’t be happier.”

Rick wrapped his arms around Avery and pulled him close. ” I am so in love with you.” Rick looked into Avery’s eyes and Avery knew that Rick was sincere, but he also saw something in his eyes that worried him a bit. Rick seemed distressed. He had tears in his eyes which made Avery’s heart want to break. He suddenly wondered if there was something that he’d done wrong.

Avery took his finger and wiped at Rick’s eye and then kissed his face. “Why are you crying?” He asked.

Rick sighed. He held Avery against him. “I just don’t want to lose you.” He told him.

Avery laid his head on Rick’s chest. “You won’t. Not ever. I love you more than anything Rick. You and I are going to be together forever. No one can keep us apart. You should know that by now. Not Mike, not anyone. No matter what happens, I’ll always come back to you. You and I are one of one heart, one soul, one life. Losing each other just isn’t an option.”

Rick slid his fingers through Avery’s hair and kissed him again. “Definitely not an option.” He whispered.

Avery turned the bottle upside down and shook it. He snickered as he watched Rick grin. “I think we killed it.” Avery giggled.

Rick took the bottle from him and set it aside. “I think I should have stopped you three glasses ago.”

“Pfft.” Avery stretched out across the middle of the bed. “I never had champagne before. Not even at my sisters wedding. I wanted to but my dad made me drink gengerale.”

“Gengerale?” Rick laughed. “Is that anything like ginger ale?”

“That’s what I said.” Avery burped then covered his mouth and giggled again. “Gengerale.”

Rick shook his head and smirked. “You, my dear, are drunk.”

“I’m not drunk!” Avery snorted. “I think I may be a little buzzed though.”

“I think you’re a lot buzzed.”

Rick was sitting with his back against the head board, one leg folded under the other and the other stretched out in front of him. Avery scooted closer, laying his head in Rick’s lap where Rick lovingly began to stroke his hair. He looked down at Avery and smiled. “Even as a drunk you’re adorable.”

Avery blushed. “Do you really love me?” He asked suddenly.

“Of course I do.” Rick told him. “You know that I do.”

“Don’t you miss women?”

Rick shrugged. “I guess sometimes, if I’m being honest. I do still like women but I’m not about to go out and screw one, not when I have you. You’re all I need. I don’t even look at anyone else anymore. You’re my world now.”

“Sometimes I get worried that you’re going to get sick of me and leave.”

“Never going to happen.” Rick told him. “You only find a love like this once in a life time and I’m not about to throw that all away. I imagine that we’ll have moments where we may get sick of each other from time to time. We’ll fight, all couples do, but it doesn’t mean that I’d want to break up. I’m in this for the long haul. I hope you feel the same way.”

Avery nodded. “I do. I don’t know exactly when I realized that I loved you but when I did realize it, it hit me like…whoosh! I couldn’t think of anyone or anything else. It’s like something snapped in me and I knew that we were meant to be together. Like we were soul mates or something.”

Rick grinned. “That’s a good analogy, I like that. That’s how I felt it too. Whoosh…and I knew I’d fallen hard.”

Avery frowned. “Are you making fun of me?”

“Of course not.” Rick snickered. “Whoosh…that’s a great analogy.”

Avery laughed and slapped Rick’s leg playfully. “You’re such a dick.”

“Takes one to know one.” Rick winked.

Avery rolled over on to his side and stared up at Rick. “I feel awesome.” He said. “Better than I have in days.”

“Yeah, that’s because you’re drunk.” Rick laughed again.

“No, it’s because I’m in love.” He pushed himself up to his knees then leaned in and pressed his lips against Rick’s. Rick wrapped his arms around Avery’s waist and kissed him.

Avery put his arms across Rick’s shoulders and closed his eyes. He opened his mouth to the kiss and invited Rick’s tongue in. Rick kissed him deeper and with more passion and Avery pressed himself against Rick’s body even harder until Rick suddenly felt his entire body come alive. He pulled his lips away and sighed. “We better stop now or I won’t be able to later.”

“Why would you want to stop?” Avery asked him in a low, sexy voice.

“Because you’re not totally recovered yet and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” Avery promised as he leaned in to kiss Rick again. Rick pulled back and touched his finger to Avery’s lips.

“Just calm down there baby boy.” He laughed. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”

Avery sat back and stared at him, confused. “Don’t you want me?” He asked.

“Of course I do.” Rick blinked. He didn’t want to hurt Avery’s feelings but he also didn’t want him to feel pressured into doing anything that he wasn’t ready for. “I want you more than anything.” Rick assured him. “I just want you to make sure that it’s something you really want to do.”

“Oh, I really want to do it.” Avery told him as he attempted to kiss him again.

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Dyrnwyn sizzled as heavy raindrops fell on the blade, but the eternal fire was never extinguished. Shepherd used the back of his hand to push the long black hair from the left side of his face. He had considered, more than once, just cutting all of his hair evenly. But he did like the long hair on the left, and the short hair on the right. Having it all short would be just too weird. He turned his attention away from his troublesome hair problems, and back to the matter at hand.

The ceiling of the old building had long since fallen down, leaving chunks missing from the floor where it had plummeted to the basement. Shepherd stepped carefully around the decaying floor, keeping his eyes up. Several gray feathers fell to the floor, hiding some of the weaker rotting spots. Shepherd rolled his eyes, this was a stereotypical spot to find the evil beings he hunted with so much gusto. The empty abandoned building creaked and groaned as the creature inside scurried across the walls and what was left of the ceiling, hiding from Shepherd between the flashes of lightning. He used Dyrnwyn, one of his dual swords, to light the way as he walked from room to room searching for the prey he had already wounded. The fire from the sword glowed brighter than any flashlight he could carry.

“Why are you doing this, Human? This is not your fight.” The raspy voice came from somewhere in the top floor of the four story building. A gravelly cackle followed the question. Shepherd ignored the beast and continued searching, following the trail of molted feathers it left in its path. “Not one for talking, child?” it asked, voice echoing in the half decayed building.

“I’m not a child anymore,” he spat at the creature he couldn’t see.

“To us you are. To us your life is nothing but a speck,” it whispered.

“Or a meal,” he mumbled to himself.

“That too,” it laughed loudly, nearly shaking the single window that remained. The lightning struck again, illuminating the wooden floor, crumbling walls, and lurking creature. Without a second of hesitation, Shepherd launched Solias at the wall where the creature had been sitting. The golden sword stuck into the wall, but not before scraping the creature. It hissed in pain and skittered away, into another dark spot in the building. He quickly recovered his sword, and turned before the beast could plan an attack.

“Wrong sword,” it hissed in the night. Shepherd couldn’t help but laugh.

“It still hurt, didn’t it?” he asked, as he followed a trail of blood. His prey only hissed in reply.

“Come on now. It’s not too late.” Shepherd could practically hear the smile, revealing the monsters black fangs. “You can still fall into the hands of the light,” it whispered, and before Shepherd could respond, a beautiful being appeared before him. It’s white and gold wings stretched out behind it. It seemed as if rays of sun fluttered around its form, cutting away the cold night air and rain. Shepherd felt his skin warmed by the presence of the angel, it’s warm smile and delicate features comforting him. He shut his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth, before pulling his hand back and slicing clean through the angel’s chest. The ruse was dropped within a millisecond, the golden wings changed back to their ugly gray color, as feathers fell off the dead limbs. The tan smiling face reverted back to the sickly color it truly was. The perfect rows of white teeth changed back into the long and cracked black fangs, and the forked tongue spilled out from its mouth as it screamed in agony. It’s claws raked the wooden floor and it flailed as its own death drew closer. Its mis-colored, ugly eyes shut as it took it’s last breath.

“I hate angels,” Shepherd muttered as another crash of lightning and thunder filled the sky.

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It didn’t take him long to find what he was looking for. That thing, that most people called ‘saints’, had few possessions. The small box in the corner of the building was easily noticeable, as it was untouched by whatever had destroyed the building in the first place. He opened it and found the key that dangled on the golden chain. Before his eyes, the golden glow of the chain faded to the ugly gray and red color of rusted metal. He ripped the key from the chain, and shoved it into a pocket that was sewed on to the sheath of his sword. He wiped Solias off with a bit of the ragged cloth the angel called clothing, and sheathed it. Dyrnwyn needed less care, and he simply sheathed the burning sword, watching as the flames extinguished themselves. The rain had soaked him to the core, and he was freezing. He climbed back down the stairs to the ground floor, exiting the old building. The fight hadn’t been too hard on him. He was very much surprised that the angel had tried something as lowly as trying to convince him to follow the light. It was obviously a last resort, he should have known it wouldn’t work.

His swords were hidden underneath the long black coat he wore, which stopped batman escort mid-calf. His black hair brushed the collar and often fell into his eyes, it annoyed him but for some reason he never got rid of it. The other half of his hair was short and spiked, a bright blonde in contrast to the dark shining black that his other half was. His mismatched eyes echoed his hair, the bright ocean blue sat on his right side, and the brilliant green eye was on his left, underneath his long black hair. The tight black shirt he wore underneath the coat was soaked through with rain. He stopped walking once he found the abandoned building he had been staying in while hunting the Angel Lieutenant. He stopped under the overhang, and whipped the left side of his hair in front of him, ringing out the cold rain, before letting it fall back into place. He stepped inside and moved to the farthest room back. The power had long since been shut off in the building, but it was still dry and intact. He walked over to the bed that someone had left in the old building, and pulled his backpack out from under it. The tattered green bag was all he carried with him, besides Solias and Drynwyn. He shoved the key in a pocket and threw the bag against a wall. He pulled the swords from his side, and set them next to the bed so that they were close by. He shrugged off his coat, and laid it down near the swords, and crawled into bed, still soaking wet.

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Shepherd yawned and stretched his arms, letting his hands fall on the sheaths of his swords. He picked them up as he swung his legs over the bed, his feet touch the floor through the large, black, steel-toed hiking boots. He attached the swords to his belt again, and grabbed his coat. His stomach growled as he made sure Solias and Drynwyn were secured well. He checked that they were covered with the cloth of the jacket, and headed out, backpack in hand. He walked to the nearest diner, and coughed up what little money he had for a decent meal. The waitress was nice enough but he always made a point not to get attached to people. It was for the best, since he was always on the move.

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Shepherd moved into the building slowly, swords at the ready. The glowing fire that surrounded the blade on his left illuminated the dark warehouse around him. Not far away, he could hear the sound of laughing. He frowned as he moved closer, carefully. Screams followed the laughing quickly, but eventually faded away until only the laughter was left once again.

“You guys sure do know how to party,” a man’s voice floated through the large warehouse. Shepherd peeked around the corner and his eyes widened at the sight of four angels. One Lieutenant was among them, obviously larger and more grotesque than the others. His wings had hardly any feathers at all, only a few gray patches left. A long rat like tail poked out from right above his ass, which was only covered with some tattered pieces of dirty cloth. His gray bare feet scratched at the floor with long claws. The monsters back curved almost completely over, giving the angel a bad hunch.

Chained to a wall, dangling by his wrists, was a demon. The long claws on his feet barely scratched the floor, and his medium sized leather wings were lying limp behind him. His eyes glowed a bright red, so bright that Shepherd could see them from where he stood. His chest was bare, and the only clothing he had on was a pair of way-too-small leather pants. Two curved horns sprouted from the top of his head, hiding in a patch of pointed black hair. His lips were curved into a smile, but he panted with agony. One of the angels nearby held a knife that was dripping with black blood. On the demon’s muscled chest, dripped several lines of black blood, staining the tanned skin. Behind him, flicked a long pointed devil’s tail.

Shepherd couldn’t help but admire the thin frame of the demon. The chains pulled all of his muscles tight, making them show through his skin. He wasn’t very muscular, but it was obvious there was some strength under the smooth skin. The tight leather pants that hung low on his hips showed an impressive package for someone of the demons size. It was obvious that he had been enjoying whatever torture was being inflicted upon him. His tail swished and flicked back and forth like an agitated cat. His bright red eyes were hiding behind thick eyelashes that blinked seductively at his captors. Shepherd shook the thoughts from his mind, now wasn’t the time.

“Answer our questions!” the Lieutenant spoke, his gravelly voice floating to Shepherd’s ears.

“Play with me some more and maybe I will.” The demon winked, though out of breath and obviously in pain. The angel turned and nodded at one of his “friends”. The smaller angel disappeared and returned with a bucket of water.

“If you liked watersports, you could have just asked!” his tail flicked playfully. He was about to say something else, when the angel doused him escort batman with the contents of the bucket. He choked and spat as his skin sizzled. The demon wailed in pain as he was burned by the water. Finally, he quieted down. He spit out a considerably large amount of water. “Okay, that wasn’t so much fun,” he coughed. Shepherd had finally seen enough, and decided to step forward. By ‘step forward’, he meant kill some shit. He pulled back his arm, and sent Drynwyn flying directly at the Lieutenant’s head.

Angels were big, ugly, mean, and probably the worst creatures ever to live. But there was no denying that they were good at fighting. With heightened senses, more muscle than their emaciated bodies appeared to have, and an attitude to fuel all of the physical attributes. Instead of lodging itself in the angel’s skull, it missed by a few inches, and instead cut through on of the chains holding the demon’s arm. Now he dangled from one arm, and his toes barely touch the ground. He groaned in pain and clawed at his last chain, but to no avail. Shepherd hesitated, before pulling back the hand that held Solias, launching it at the final chain. It cut through the rusted metal, and the demon tumbled to the ground. By now, every angel had turned to face Shepherd and he was without a weapon. He looked to the demon for help, and was greeted with empty space. He frowned and realized he was in deep shit.

“Hey human,” a voice called to him. The demon stood on a piece of scaffolding that had been abandoned when the warehouse was. He had somehow managed to get ahold of a whip that Shepherd hadn’t seen before. “You forgot something,” he smiled. He cracked the whip with expert grace, and wrapped the tip around the hilt of Solias. He braced himself, and pulled with all of his strength. The weapon dislodged from the wall, and was sent flying towards Shepherd. He ducked, and it landed on the ground behind him. He picked up the unharmed Solias, and prepared to face off against the angels, he twirled the weapon with grace and skill that came from years of practice. The angels soon realized he was no regular person, not just someone who happened to stumble upon the obvious interrogation. They kept their distance. It was still four against one, and those weren’t good odds. Suddenly, the whip curled around one of the angel’s throats, and he was yanked backwards. Shepherd mentally corrected himself, four against two. The other three turned to watch as the demon quickly ended the angel’s life, leaving him screeching in pain before finally relaxing as death took him. Make that three against two.

Shepherd took the chance while it lasted, shoving Solias through the chest of one of the distracted angels. He cried out and hissed, trying to turn to face his attacker. Shepherd removed the sword, and while it doubled over in agony, he sliced through the thin, gray-skinned neck of the monster. He corrected himself a third time, two against two. He looked up in time to see the demon claw out a large chunk of flesh from an angel’s throat. It gargled in agony and fell to its knees. One against two. Shepherd turned to face the remaining angel, who looked at the two of them before transforming into his angelic form, and running towards a broken window. His once gray wings were now the common golden white color that the others had. His now beautiful skin was shining in the moonlight as he began beating the large eagle-like appendages. Shepherd took a shot, launching the sword for the third time that night, missing by inches again.

“I should really practice that,” he mumbled to himself. The demon took off after the angel, coming from some unseen place behind Shepherd. His leathery wings flapped, but he obviously wasn’t the most aerodynamic creature alive. He got a few feet in the air, with a good jump beforehand. He wrapped a clawed hand around the angel’s ankle. The creature reverted back to its gray form, flapping its molting wings and screeching with a mouth full of Angler Fish-like teeth. It didn’t gain any more altitude, but it continued to hover with the demon dangling from its feet. It kicked and screeched but accomplished nothing as it continued to hover, unable to escape through the window. The demon released one ankle to reach down to his hip where his whip was curled up. He let the long leather weapon fall beneath him.

“Human, time to repay the favor.” He smiled, and swung the whip in Shepherd’s direction. He pulled with all of his strength. Finally, the angel gave up and fell to the cold concrete floor. Without a moment of hesitation, the demon pounced on top of him. With a smile showing a row of sharp white teeth, he snapped at his neck. He stood up and looked around. “Well, that was fun!” he smiled. He picked up his whip from where it had fallen to the ground and wound it quickly, hanging it from his side again. “Thanks for the help,” the demon smiled, his slender form calling to Shepherd with every little movement it made.

“Right. batman escort bayan Just try to make a mental note to remind yourself not to get caught like that again,” Shepherd said, picking up Solias from where it had fallen.

“Noted,” the demon winked. He drew the whip from his side, and with a form of grace Shepherd had never seen before, swung the whip at Dyrnwyn which was still lodged in the wall, and pulled back. The sword arched in the air, and the demon lifted a hand to catch the weapon. Shepherd opened his mouth to say something, but it was too late and the sword fell into the demon’s hands perfectly. He only held it for a second before he screamed in pain and dropped the weapon. “Ah! What in Lucifer’s name is that!?” he swore, and held his hand. Shepherd smiled, and picked up the burning weapon. The demon watched as he sheathed it, and the fire was extinguished.

“It’s called Dyrnwyn, and not just anyone can wield it,” Shepherd said, with smug satisfaction.

“I wasn’t wielding! I was holding! There’s a difference and that was definitely holding,” he cursed and looked down at his hand, which was leaking black blood from the burn wound. As Shepherd turned to find the object he had come looking for, he was surprised to see the demon following close behind. “What’s your name, human?” he asked, claws tapping on the concrete floor. Shepherd rolled his eyes.

“Shepherd,” he replied. He wasn’t too excited about being in the presence of a demon, but it was sure as hell better than angels.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Shep. I’m Lex,” the demon bowed.

“Lex? What kind of demon is named Lex?” Shepherd frowned. The demon seemed to sigh.

“It’s short for Lexington,” he admitted. Shepherd smiled.

“Lexington, huh?” he laughed.

“Lex,” the demon stressed the differences in the names. “Now tell me, Shep,” he smiled at Shepherds glare. “How do you know so much about demons and angels?” he asked.

“I hunt angels. I figure I should know something about them,” he shrugged.

“Hunt them? Are you alright in the head?” Lex asked, tapping on Shep’s skull, and flinching when he swatted his hand away.

“Yes, and yes. We have a history,” Shep said vaguely, as he found what he was looking for.

“What is that?” Lex asked, as Shep pocketed the second key.

“It’s called a key,” Lex rolled his eyes.

“I got that. What’s it for?” He looked over Shep’s shoulder, trying to see the item.

“Why don’t you just go away?” Shep said, and turned to leave.

“Well, I can’t do that until you tell me what you’re up to. After all, I’m just a lonely demon with nothing to do. Tell me a story, Shep.” Lex skipped alongside him as he walked out of the warehouse.

“What are you doing? Somebody will see you!” Shep snapped, as Lex walked alongside him with a bounce in his step.

“What? See m-? Oh! Don’t worry, Sheppy,” he got close to Shep’s ear. “I’m invisible to everyone but you,” he whispered, and giggled. “So, my story?”

“You don’t get one,” Shep said, beginning to get annoyed by the persistent demon. Lex stopped walking and pouted.

“Why not?” he whined, and ran to catch up to Shep, his bare feet slapping on the sidewalk.

“It’s none of your business. Just go back to wherever it is you come from,” Shep said.

“How much do you know about angels and demons?” Lex asked. Shep ignored him. “Come on, don’t give me the silent treatment! I get lonely… though I’m sure there are other ways you could fix that,” Lex leaned up against Shep seductively. Shep felt his heart beat faster, and he pushed the demon away.

“Don’t touch me,” he snapped. Lex pouted again.

“You sure are Mister Serious, aren’t you? I can help you relax,” Lex grinned. “Come on, tell me. I can keep a secret.” Lex skipped along side him, again. Shep sighed.

“The key opens a chest,” he said.

“A chest with shiny things in it?” Lex walked backwards in front of Shep. “I may be a demon, but I do like shiny. I was thinking of piercing my nose.” He pretended to look in the reflection of a store window, but there was none.

“Nothing shiny. It has a map in it,” Shep explained, continuing to walk. He began noticing that several people were staring at him. After wondering why, he suddenly realized that to everyone else, he was talking to himself.

“A map? That’s it?” Lex frowned, when Shep nodded. He thought for a second. “Does the map lead to something shiny?” he asked. Shep shook his head. “Well… does the map lead to something that leads to something-“

“There’s nothing shiny!” Shep shouted, everyone around him turned to stare. He cleared his throat and continued walking down the street.

“That was great,” Lex laughed. “But anyways, what’s the map for then?” Lex asked.

“It leads to the Archs. Or at least one of them,” Shep said.

“The Archs? As in Archangels? Are you insane?” Lex got serious. “Have you ever seen an Archangel? They make other angels look like Disney characters!” Lex said.

“I’ve seen them before,” Shep mumbled.

“Then you know that wanting to find one is stupid,” Lex said.

“I don’t want to find one,” Shep said.

“Oh… good, you were starting to sound-“

“I want to find all seven,” Shep said, determined.

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Author’s Notes: This story was, at one time dedicated to a good friend of mine.

Your words inspired and entertained me, long before I ever met you.. Keep your eyes open my friend, they are truly the windows to your soul and other imagined possibilities. Remember one person’s idea of trash may be someone else’s treasure. Never stop believing…

Disclaimer: If you are not of legal age to be reading this or the subject of gay romance and sex disturb you, what are you doing here in the first place? This story has never been edited so any mistakes, typographical or grammatical or misinformation are mine alone. If you want to let me know what you think, you can e-mail me. Responses will be timely and flames will be ignored.

*****

I could feel the smooth glans graze the roof of my mouth on the way to take up its residence in the back of my throat. He had been there so many times. Given me so much pleasure these last months. As the seven inches of his slightly curved cock slid past the brink of the natural abyss leading to my gullet, I gave him everything I had, swallowing two, three, four times before I could feel the liquid lava of his testicles erupt down into me.

I pulled back ever so gently as to not aggravate the oversensitive head of his penis that was twitching against my tongue. A single tear slipped from his eye. He was melancholy this week. Our lives crossing some ten months ago had tentatively replaced the sorrow emanating from his soul, but I still sometimes caught him not believing that I was so enamored of him.

Kissing the tear away, we rose and began the routine of our day.

Standing at the sink after our showers, we busily hurried shaving and brushing our teeth. He glanced over toward me and I smiled. The reflection of us, not marred by dreams of grandeur, told our tale. We were past the age where trifles like build and the illusions of a pretty face mattered. The prime of our lives was upon us and I had to remind him constantly that these things made no difference to me. It was his heart and soul that made him so enigmatic and sparked my interest.

Rinsing my cereal bowl in the sink and placing it in the dishwasher, I reached for his and started the cycle. The pasta for dinner, made fresh on the weekend and stored for later use, sat on the counter by the stove, waiting to be molded into another wonderful creation in which I showed my love for the man in my life. Fresh mushrooms and spinach would accompany the light creamy alfredo sauce that I would carefully prepare tonight to nourish my lover’s body, while rejuvenating his mind with my hearty tales of a robust work day.

He still sat drinking his morning coffee as I sidled up beside him and nuzzled my face in his neck.

“You promise to try and have a good day? No letting the little monsters tie you to the desk and torture you now. Tell them that I will have to come down there and prove I am far superior to their quick thinking little minds if they do.” I kissed the wide breadth of his neck behind his ear and slipped my arms around his chest, full and bursting with longing and desire to repeat the act that bonded us this morning.

He smiled as I passed back in front of the kitchen counter on the way to the front door, my work boots trodding heavily on the linoleum.

“I love you, you know?” He said quietly.

I beamed, “Yeah babe I do. And I love you, whether you believe it or not!” I winked as I headed out the door, burning the image of his lovely graying hair, rosy cheeks and drowning eyes into my brain for the day.

His self-confidence had mostly returned after the first few weeks I stayed around after meeting him that day on the train, but every now and then, like this morning, I caught him slipping back into the questioning, unsure single man I watched from across a crowded commuter train.

As I started my truck and let it idle, the memory of our chance of luck, fate, kismet, whatever you want to call it rolled around in my mind. Never in a million years would I have thought that I could find love twice in a lifetime, but there it was averting my glances not some 20 yards from me…

As I finished up from my long day, the locker room at the yard seemed empty. Most of the men had already left around three. The day before Christmas was still a work day, but the powers that be at the city had let everyone on day shift go home early to be with their families. I had volunteered to be on call, fending off whatever emergency may arise with the aging water and sewer system over the holiday. I changed out of my waterproof work pants and pulled my walking shoes back on. The air was cold and crisp and the chill would keep me alert on my stroll to the station. I blew on my hands as I walked, forgetting my gloves in the kitchen of my small apartment that morning. The rush of the day had passed, but there were still quite a few people on the train. I shuffled past most, smiling from the happier faces I encountered this time of year and found a seat. bitlis escort

I surveyed the crowd. I loved watching people and the day before my favorite holiday was no exception. I loved to think of what their situations might be as I played devil’s advocate for them. Along the wall next to me was a woman in her mid to late forties. A scarf encircled her carefully coifed tresses and a raincoat clinched tightly in her grasp, covered a shimmering black party dress. She was, in my mind, a well-known lady of high society. Her administrative assistant had called in sick this morning, much to her disappointment and left her to run her own errands. How much more demeaning could that be, she thought to herself, as I giggled to myself in my scenario.

There were two construction guys sitting across from me wide stances and burly shoulders giving away their profession. They… let’s see they were two buddies, friends for their entire lives, growing up together on the shores of Jersey. Married with wives and kids, mortgages and extramural softball leagues, each longed for the other to test the line of friendship and offer something forbidden. Alas, to straight to know what was good for them, they continued in their mundane lives, lusting secretly and jacking off routinely to visions of the other in the buff. I chuckled again to myself. I knew no one knew of my little plots, but they nevertheless kept my mind amused on my daily journeys.

I looked around for another victim. Green eyes flashed up from under a hat that had seen its better days. When I openly stared at him, he purposely looked out the window, fearing I was a mugger or a pervert.

I let my eyes drift away from him to ease his suspicions. In my quick appraisal I had seen a man of some substance. Early forties, graying at the temples, his face though looked haggard and withdrawn. I didn’t have to spin a yarn of mystery around him, his story was written all over him. From his downward stare to his disheartening body language, he reeked of loneliness and apathy. I knew him, hell I almost became him.

When my lover of twenty years died suddenly of a heart attack three years ago, I spiraled into grief and despair. Family and friends pulled me back from the brink of the chasm in my heart, never letting me alone long enough to get so deep into myself that I would never return. I was lucky, my sister and brother and their families meant the world to me and I immersed my life with the role of perfect uncle until my heart found repose. I still looked at the spot in the park where we passed many a summer’s day reading to each other or just relaxing with a tinge of sadness, but I had found that life goes on, with or without you.

A couple of stops had drawn the few other people in our car to their final destinations, leaving me there with my suspicious friend. I gathered my courage and approached him. Again his stare left me and scurried to find a hiding place. I extended my hand and spoke to him. He visibly shuttered with surprise.

“Hi,” I said. “I’m Loren Whittier.” His eyes again darted up from under the brim of his tattered hat appraising the lunatic before him.

“Look, I know I could be the slasher from hell and you don’t know me from Adam, but it being Christmas Eve and all, I just thought I would say hello at least.” I sighed, I didn’t think I was getting through to him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” I moved to return to my seat.

“No,” he said, as I was half way back to my previous position. “Don’t go.”

I turned and looked at him. His head sank against his chest and I couldn’t help but wonder just how alone this man really was. He looked back and begged me with his eyes to return. I came over and sat where I had before, giving him plenty of space and not reaching into his comfort zone again with my greeting.

This time though, his hand extended to me.

“It’s very nice to meet you Loren Whittier, I’m Neal… Neal Cartwright.” His hands were puffy and red from the winter cold. I shook his hand in greeting, feeling the firm grip and despite their appearance, a warm body temperature.

“I just wanted to say what a gracious thing that was for you to do. I can’t remember when ever in my forty seven years I have been approached by a complete stranger simply to extend a greeting.” He was very well spoken and reminded me of a proper English gentleman. He took off his hat and held it in his lap.

“Thanks Neal, I just thought you looked like you needed a friend today.” I wanted to say more, but I held back. My success at judging sexual preference based on outward appearances was iffy at best. I didn’t need him bolting before I could try to get to know him, at least a little.

“Where are you headed buddy? Home to the family for Christmas?” I suspected there were no wife and kiddies waiting at home for him, but testing the waters was safe for now.

“No, no. I don’t have a family Loren. My cats will be sitting, detached, escort bitlis languidly sprawled on the furniture hastily awaiting my return.” Neal’s eyes were indeed the windows to his soul.

“You in the city?” I pried even further.

“No, just this side of New Haven.” Neal volunteered.

“Well I’m off here at the last NY stop. I don’t either by the way.” I fished the line out there.

“Don’t what?” His brow peaked.

“Have a family to go home to.” I watched closely to see his reaction.

He was deep in thought. “I see. Well, in any case it was a pleasure to meet you my courteous friend.”

*****

I shifted the transmission into reverse. As I backed out of the driveway of our suburban Connecticut home, I looked at Neal’s well-worn Buick sitting next to my regular spot. That car was not going to last another winter here in the land of ice and snow. We had talked repeatedly about replacing it with something newer and more dependable, but just like the rut his life had been before our relationship blossomed, Neal was attached to the old, familiar piece of baggage.

We had slowly opened up to each other in those first months, my hope and enthusiasm finally wearing down his complacency and cynicism. He never believed that I was in it for the long haul and even though I told him over and over how much I adored him, he never let himself believe it. One day when I had been completely fed up by his dreary attitude, I shouted to him from the upstairs landing as he was leaving for the academy.

“I love you Neal Cartwright, whether you believe me or not. I am going to be your lover for the rest of your life and I will not leave you or our lives together, no matter what. You are a stubborn, self-absorbed prick sometimes. And until you stop worrying what I see in you and accept that what I am attracted to is you, all of you, body, brain, heart and soul then we are never going to get past the emptiness you felt for all of those years.” I was sweating and shaking as I finished my tirade. His eyes filled with tears as he reached for the door handle and left the house. I slammed my hand down on the banister enough to sprain my wrist it turned out. I guess I’m lucky I didn’t break the railing.

Later that afternoon, trying for the millionth time to relax and enjoy my vacation day, the doorbell rang.

I peeked out of the living room window, pulling the shears to one side and saw a delivery van from the local florist. I opened the door and there stood a lovely young man, holding an even lovelier bouquet of creamy roses. He asked for Loren Whittier and I signed my name to his ledger. I took the flowers to the kitchen table and sat down, pulling the card from the holder. I knew of course whom they were from, but secretly I was hopeful that I had finally gotten through to him. The card said simply…

I know you do… I’m sorry ~N

Now with those months of uncertainty behind us we slipped into a familiar, comfortable routine. I knew that as much as he hated to admit it, Neal was ready to leave the hurt of his earlier life behind him. The car would be a different story. That was the planned topic of discussion for tonight’s dinner. We probably wouldn’t need a fire to warm the chilling September air this evening, as the hot air coming from my partner would keep us both rather toasty.

I pulled up to the small parking lot that housed my new Dodge Ram at the water department in our town. It hadn’t been difficult to transfer out here, my twenty plus years of experience was well received in the small, close knit public works department. I sat there looking around as the radio played a sexy saxophone solo. I loved jazz and as one of the many things Neal and I had in common, it reminded me of him and his cool, reserved persona. The one I fell in love with on Christmas day last year.

*****

The train had come to a stop at my station. I looked back over my shoulder thinking that I would probably never see this guy again.

“Neal, would you like to come and have a drink with me before you go home?” He seemed astonished at me yet again.

“Why yes Loren, that would be lovely.” He gathered his aging leather case and reached for his gloves in his coat pocket. His hat (which I promptly threw out the first week I was there) perched on his head, droopy and exhausted from years of use, making him look quite a bit older than he was.

“Good, well there’s a little place right by my apartment that should still be open.” We walked for a couple of blocks, talking about the weather and the city, until we reached the neighborhood pub near my building. The Blue Note was a little jazz joint that I hung out in. They had weekly talent night and a saxophonist named Earl that I could sit all night and listen to. The drinks were pretty crummy but I only wanted to have another little bit to see if I was right about Neal.

“Do you always spend the holidays alone Neal?” Later he told me how virtually transparent bitlis escort bayan I was, but I had to find out more about him and direct questions at this late stage of the day were the fastest way to the truth.

“No, I usually go to my sister’s in Hartford, but this year she and her husband decided to go to Florida. Get away from this miserable winter we are having up here.” Neal’s eyebrows were doing their inquisitive little dance again and I thought I saw a twinkle in those jade colored eyes.

“What about you Loren, don’t you have anyone in your life? A girlfriend maybe?” He was coy, but not convincing and I winked at him, placing my hand on top of his on the little round table. The light was low and there weren’t many people in the place.

“I think we both know that I don’t have a girlfriend Neal. And I think we both know that there is a spark between us.” So much for holding anything back. If he was gonna bolt, now was definitely the time.

“I must say Loren, I think you have now shocked me three times in the space of only a few hours. I didn’t think that was possible. I should admit to you, that I am extremely flattered at your comments.” His smile was sincere and heartwarming. It was now or never.

“Neal what do you say we spend Christmas Eve together?” I got it out without tripping on my tongue, which was what usually happened when I propositioned another man. Of course before my lover Warren had passed away three years earlier it had been quite a good while since I had actually engaged in one of these highly volatile conversations.

“Well Loren, I think in light of the turn in the conversation, that might be a very welcome Christmas gift indeed.” Neal squeezed my fingers into his grasp and I returned the gesture.

“Why don’t we get out of here then? Your place or mine?” I quizzed him.

“I know we are quite close to yours, but since you are in an apartment, maybe my home would be a bit more comfortable. Would you like to stop by your place and pick up some essentials for the trip?” ‘Like a change of clothes for tomorrow morning’ I thought still fixated on his deep green eyes.

“Sure, that would be great. I’ll just grab a couple of things and we’ll be on our way.” I paid the tab and we emerged from the little club in the darkness. We walked the block or so to my building and went upstairs to my apartment. It wasn’t a dive, but it wasn’t the Waldorf Astoria either. Old newspapers littered the kitchen counter where I usually sat reading them before I went to work. Yesterday’s dishes still sat in the sink and I’m sure there was a stray pair of boxers on the floor by my couch were I shed them to jerk off while watching a recently rented porno last night. ‘Eeew, why do I do these things to myself? Maybe I can grab them on my way to the bedroom without him seeing.’ I rationalized quickly.

I think I managed to stuff the underwear away into my hand and disappear into the bedroom without him noticing anything, shouting what a quick second it would be before my return, but I wasn’t sure. Packing a little gym bag with some jeans, a t-shirt and a flannel, some clean briefs and socks, I went back into the family room and dropped the bag on my rocking chair. Neal stood in the vestibule of the tiny apartment, not wanting to invade my privacy.

“Would you please come in and relax?” I laughed. “Would you like to use the restroom before we go or have a quick glass of something?” I was trying to be hospitable, but not patronizing.

“Thank you Loren, I should probably use the lavatory, yes.” Neal excused himself after I pointed the way to the john.

When he came back I was standing at the breakfast bar scanning the mail from yesterday. I hadn’t had a chance to look at it before this. He came up to me and looked into my eyes. I was going to try and shock him one more time. I leaned forward and kissed him ever so gently on the lips. They were warm despite the cool temperature in the apartment. I leaned back and waited for his reply.

Instead of another eloquent little speech, he put his hand behind my head and pulled me to him again. His lips traced the outline of mine, skirting across the close cropped hair of my mustache and beard. I opened my mouth and his tongue found mine in an instant. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, so to speak, but one of inquiry and investigation.

“We had better get moving my good sir, or I am liable to have you on your back in my bed in a matter of minutes.” I smiled whole heartedly at him and his hand pressed against my crotch.

“Yes, well that might be the case now, mighten it.” I looked at his fly and could see that there was indeed a small bulge beginning to form. “It might be fun to explore those possibilities here and now Loren, but I think waiting might make it all the more special indeed.”

I loved listening to Neal’s high brow speech pattern. Of course what I wanted to love was growing in his pants. It had been a good deal of time since I had been with a lover. After Warren, I struggled for at least a year and after that it had been only two quick one-night stands with men I couldn’t remember after a few too many beers on a several occasions. We gave each other a look of recognition and I gathered my bag, dashing back to the bathroom for my toothbrush at the last minute.

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Chapter 54: Resonance

Adam opens the door to his cabin, and entered along with Gregory. He closes the door, and then turn to plant his hand onto the door, and moved down to push his mouth against the other. Greg closes his eyes as his pants quickly feel tighter as Adam softly lapped and nibbled on his lips.

Adam slides a hand underneath Greg’s shirt, and pulled it up. God, it’s been a long time since Adam had it out with a pudgy guy – not since his last exboyfriend.

Chubby guys always seem to have a very cuddly appeal. They give the best hugs, their wide frames gives so much room to give proper squeezes and warmth, and just the heft of gravity just sends out an earthy feel to them. Greg in particular just seems to have that innocent charm that makes him so adorable.

The two of them climbed into bed, just after Adam pulls of Greg’s shirt, and wrapped one arm around him, and started grabbing one of his pouchy chest. Greg moans more as Adam grabs and rubs his fluffy form, cuddling on top of him, and gently gnawing on Greg’s cheek.

~~~

Merrick is escorted inside of Tom’s cabin. He walks in, and turns around just as Tom undoes his own pants and lets them drop to his ankles. The blonde stand on his tippy does to kiss the much taller, muscular man. Tom grunts and moans from the sudden kiss, not even getting a chance to fully strip first.

After a rather rough start, Tom unbuttons his shirt, and shows Merrick his broad, juicy pecs, with a golden ring pierced on his thick nipple – a little trinket Merrick must have missed in the lockerroom.

Men like this guy, tall and muscular, they just seem to have this overwhelming power on their stature alone. Without having to give much notice, they give off this sense of command to make cute little twinks like Merrick just to drop to their knees and suck them off right there.

Tom shrugged his shirt off and let Merrick attach his mouth to his right silver ring. Tom bites his lip as Merrick’s teeth and tongue press and pull on that hot piece of metal on the sensitive nub, before glancing to the side, and moving to tend to the other nipple. Tom put his arms around Merrick as he grinds his tighty-whites against him.

~~~

Greg blushes and moans as Adam had him laid down on his bed, wearing nothing but his worn boxerbreifs. Adam huffs and growles as he kisses and licks Greg’s plump chest, nuzzling the small patch of hair in the middle, while pushing his hands onto the soft under area on the side. Adam’s cock throbs in his skibbies as he licks and kisses Greg’s big, round tummy.

“Hhhhh” Adam pushes his face against Greg’s belly, and rubs that broad, squishy girth, making Greg whimper and squirm as that tongue licked and trailed on his sensitive naval, not to mention how touchy his midsection is, making a wet splotch in his red underpants. Adam digs his arms under Greg to hug and nuzzle that large gut, before kissing his way down.

He bites his lip as Adam rubs and squeezes his very unimpressive tent. Adam was smashed as heck when he sucked off this guy, so he can’t remember how big he is. Greg closes his eyes shut, prepared for the laughter no doubt to come after Adam sees his dick.

~~~

Tom reaches down, and squeeze’s Merrick’s right buttcheek as the two of them stood in the shower, their legs entwined as they made out. The larger man growls and huffs as Merrick yanks and manhandles one of his nipple rings, his dick throbbing in his briefs like a trapped snake as they grabbed each other, sliding their fingers along their uncannily smooth flesh.

“Ghhhh… You’re a hot little fucker, aren’t you?” Tom growls as Merrick chokes his fat dick in his underwear, saturated from the water. Merrick gnaws on his lower lip as they rose more steam just from the hot action in the shower. Merrick’s cock pushes against Tom’s rod-shaped bulge as they rubbed their hot lips with each other like a couple of foggy animals.

Merrick moves down onto his knees and roughly pushed his mouth on the soaked fabic of the Hanes underwear. He gropes the rounded pouch below while pressing his lips harshly onto the hard meat within.

~~~

Adam yanks Greg’s undies off to see the chubby’s short member, estimating at least 3 or so inches. Greg’s face felt hot, right before he felt a hot warmth take his penis. “O-Oohh~!” He moans as Adam sucks on his pecker, pulling his foreskin back, and licking around the head. His large belly tenses and bobs as Adam teased his dick with his tongue.

Greg moans with pleasure as Adam slurps his small wang with hunger, before popping the little soldier out of his mouth, and kissing its base before licking Greg’s sweaty balls, and started making out with his sac.

The chubby’s toes curled as Adam worked on his most intimate areas, not believe just how into it he really is! Most guys become uninterested when they see his small endowment, but this guy is just digging into him. He moans pitifully, but holding in giggling as Adam licked and kisses the thighs around his genitals. That mouth is both bilecik escort tickling and massaging his nether regions as Adam playfully smacks his lips around.

~~~

Merrick rubs Tom’s thick, hard thighs as he turns in the shower. He peels his undies back, and moons Merrick with his manly black ass. The merman then pressed his face right between those cheeks, his own dick standing right up as he licks from the base of Tom’s dark balls, along his hot crack, over his pucker, and to the top of the crevice.

“Aw yeah~” Tom moaned as he felt Merrick’s hands grab both cheeks, and pulled them part to dig into his ass, “Yeah, eat that hole.” Tom growled as he pushed his rear back against Merrick’s face.

Tom puts his hand onto the tile wall as Merrick’s tongue pushed and rubbed against his taint. He pulled his huge cock, and began to pump it, having the water rush down his godly muscles and squeezing his magnificent monster. Merrick closes his eyes as he massaged the tight entrance with his lips and licked it. His head began to feel light and unfocused as his hands dug and grabbed both mounds while licking that hot star.

~~~

“Ohhh, oh, ohhh~!” Greg moaned as his head tossed side to side as Adam slurped and licked Greg’s cute penis, swipping up the precum from his uncut manhood and twirling his tongue against the slit.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum…” Greg whines as he grabs the sheets as his big belly tightens and bounces from the intense breathing. Nonetheless, Adam put his mouth over Greg’s small dick, and engulfed it quite easily. Greg, thrashed and moaned out as Adam pushed his thighs out, massaging and grabbing his wide meaty legs as he sucked him.

“Ohhnnn! Nnnhh! Ohh! NNN!” Greg clenches his eyes shut and tenses as his Napoleon cannon shot out a hot, sticky load. Adam’s cheeks puffed a little as his mouth filled with Greg’s spunk.

~~~

“Fuck… Oh fuck yeah!” Tom spread his legs out to have Merrick dig in further into his ass. Slathering his balls up with body was, the bodybuilder masturbates with his cock on one hand, and his nuts on the other as Merrick ate him out.

“Fuck, just like that!” He moans as Merrick rubbed his tongue in tracing shapes. His hand jack hammered on his fat rod as Merrick roughly massaged and rubbed his full, perfect butt. Merrick moaned as he focused on licking and tongue-fucking this tall dark male’s rearend as he pleasures himself, with every lick of his asshole easily escalating him.

“Fuck! Ohhh fuck yes, don’t stop, don’t stop~!” Tom moaned out as he worked his dick over, before choking his heavy manhood to squirt a huge, long white rope out, “GAHHH!” He howls out as his dick painted the wet tiles of the shower.

~~~

Greg pants and moans in bliss as Adam crawls next to him. He pushes himself to the side, and rubs Adam’s side as he cuddles and kisses him. Though spent, he still paws on and snuggles against Adam affectionately.

“Mmm…” Adam hums as the cute pudgy guy nuzzle and kisses his chest, rubbing his nipples tenderly as he feels along Adam’s hip, “No, wait, hang on.” Adam says, making Greg stop with a confused look, “I can’t do this.”

“Huh?” Adam got up, and moved to the side of the bed, holding himself as he leaned forward, “Why not? What’s the matter?” His shoulders slumped, “It’s me, isn’t it?”

~~~

Merrick softly kisses and nibbles on Tom’s muscular bottom, sleepily gnawing on his rump as his eyes became extremely heavy. He can hear Tom’s voice, but every noise around him is becoming distorted.

“No…” He mumbles, “No, ssstop…” Merrick moaned as he started to tremble, feeling Tom turn around, “No… I don’t wanna do this anymore… Please don’t make me…” His hand fumbles for Tom’s leg, before he felt gravity shift, and everything goes black.

“Hey! Hey, kid, you ok?? Wake up! Oh my God, what’s wrong??” Tom kneels down, feeling Merrick’s neck and chest as he lays there, motionless.

~~~

“No, it’s not you,” Adam said, “Don’t get me wrong, I would love to pound that hot little butt of yours and make you squeal like a little sex pig.” He said with a playful smile. Greg groaned a little, that statement turning him on a little.

“Just… Hahhh…” Adam put his hands to his face, pressing his palms together, and closing his eyes, “I have a boyfriend.”

“I know, but…” Greg blushed a little, “I figured you guys had an open relationship or something… He’s a slender blonde guy, right?”

“Yeah, he’s the one.” Adam said, “But no, we don’t have an open relationship… We’re fighting right now, and…”

“… So wait.” Greg frown a little, “You’re just using me to get back at him?”

“I wouldn’t call it that… More like…” Adam turned back around on the bed, “More like… Just letting off some steam.” He sighs as he got up, “Look, I’m sorry, I’m a total ass, you don’t have to stay if you don’t-“

“N-No, it’s ok!” Greg said. Adam looks at him and huffs as he covers his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I just… I been feeling so lonely. escort bilecik We aren’t speaking to each other, and… I keep having nightmares, and he’s not around to help me… And I just really…”

Greg scooted to the side of the bed, where Adam can see, before he turned. Adam sniffled a little, and then climbs into bed with him, and they both go under the covers. Adam moves in and spoons against Greg, wrapping his arms around him, and holding that adorable pudgy teddy bear.

~~~

“Nnnhh…” Merrick moans as he slowly wakes up. His head feels so cloudy and heavy, like he’s been sleeping for months. His whole body feels like he weighs a ton. There’s something moist and cold on his head as his surroundings slowly stopped spinning.

“Thank God, you ok, buddy?” Came a familiar voice. Merrick peers, and sees Tom wearing a T-shirt and his briefs, right next to him in the bed.

“Nnnnhhhhgggg…” Merrick groggily got up, shaking his head, “What happened…”

“You got my off in the shower, and when I turned around to get you off, you passed out. You scared the shit outta me man, I thought you OD’d or something!”

“Nnnhh, no…” Merrick groaned, “I uh… I have a delicate constitution,” He lied, “I suffer from frequent dehydration, it’s happened before.”

“Yeah, I called a medic in here not long ago, that’s what he said it was.” Tom picked up a bottle of water, and offered it to Merrick, who then accepted it.

“I’m an idiot,” Merrick commented before he gulped down the icy cold water.

“What do you mean?”

“I figured… He was going with this one other guy, so I thought I may as well go with you…” He looked up at Tom, “I have a boyfriend, and… I’m really mad at him.”

“Ah shit, are you serious??”

“We had a bad fight!” Merrick turned on the bed, “I don’t expect you to understand… It’s not like I’m trying to show him up or anything… Just forget it, I’m leaving as soon as my head stops throbbing.”

~~~

“Few days ago, before we left the island,” Adam said, “You know I got really drunk, right?”

“Mhm,” Greg nodded as he feels Adam snuggling behind him. He blushes as this very attractive man lays close to him.

“And, we went to this spot I know… We cuddled for a while, and then I said something so fucking stupid…”

“What happened?”

“I uh… I said that our relationship was too flawless. I just… Sometimes, when I’m watching Queer As Folk, or on Eating Out 3 and 4, where the two man characters broke up, and then got back together… They reconcile, and they get back together cause they’re meant for each other and stuff, you know?”

“And he broke up with you?” Greg asked.

“No…” Adam shook his head with half his face pressing on the pillow, “But now he won’t forgive me…”

~~~

“My boyfriend…” Merrick began. Tom sits on the bed as Merrick stays curled up, “He said some terrible things that he didn’t mean a while ago… Thinking back on it, I really shouldn’t be as bitter about it as I am now…”

“What did he say that was so horrible?”

“It’s complicated.” Merrick sat up, “Again, I don’t expect you to understand me.”

“Hey, hey! Hold up,” Tom grabbed his shoulder, “Take it easy, you just woke up.”

“I’m fine, alright??” Merrick said, “You don’t need to comfort me.”

“Look, can we skip the tough guy act, please?” Tom said, “I got enough of that from my exgirlfriend, alright?” He said. Merrick scoffed a little.

“You’re bi, then?”

“More like Pansexual.” He replied. Merrick rolled his eyes – another complicated label to make things difficult for the person, why do humans feel the need to be so over-elaborate?

~~~

“It’s… Kinda complicated with me and him. I don’t know how to put it, but he and I are kinda like soulmates…” Adam said, “We can’t break up.”

“He sounds like he hates you though. Why can’t you two break-up?”

“Again, it’s complicated. We’re… Really meant for each other. We’re practically joined at the hip.”

“Ok, so exactly happened to make him so mad? Just saying that your guys’ romance is too perfect can’t have set him off.”

“Besides that, I…” Adam sighed, “I also trashed the way he lived his life. Before he moved in with me, he had his own life, he had a planned purpose, he had a loving family…” Adam bowed his head, “And he lost everything because of me.”

“Ah, don’t say that,” Greg said as he turns and faces Adam, “If he lost everything, you wouldn’t bother being around him so much.”

“You don’t get it,” Adam said, “He had his whole life planned out… He was raised in a very simple and standard environment, and when his parents found out he was my boyfriend, they kicked him out, and everything just fell apart.”

“So, he just has to start over, that’s all.”

“That’s the thing, it’s not that easy.” Adam groaned as he grew sleepy, “Starting over, for him, is like forsaking himself…”

~~~

“I don’t share my feelings.” Merrick stubbornly said, “I need to be strong bilecik escort bayan enough to stand on my own, and I should not burden anyone just because I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“Yeah, my ex said the exact same thing.” Tom said, “You even look like her a little.”

“It’s not as simple as you think…” Merrick persisted, “There are things that I really can’t say… Things that I NEED to keep secret, for my own sake, and for others.”

“That’s fine, just walk around them,” Tom walked on his knees on the bed, and put his arms around Merrick from behind, “You can’t hold that stuff in all the time, or it’s going to kill you.” He said softly. Merrick turned his head, and closed his eyes as they began to water. “Everybody needs that moment where everything comes out, and then have somebody hug them tight, and say that it’s going to be ok.”

“… But I don’t want to…” Merrick said, “What kind of… Person am I if I can’t even hold my emotions intact?”

“Heh,” Tom gently laid Merrick back down, “A normal one…” Merrick sniffled as he shook his head.

“I hate this… I’m always crying… I hate that I can’t even stop that.”

“… It’s ok, buddy…” Tom said, “It’s gonna be ok…” Merrick wiped his eyes for a moment, “You don’t need to make yourself deal with this stuff alone.”

~~~

“Forsaking himself?” Greg asked, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“He was raised in a very old-fashioned, traditional way…” Adam tried to say, “It’s like his whole lot in life was set in stone, but by being with me, it all shattered into pebbles and fragments. And now he’s got nowhere to try and rebuild. You have no idea how much of a shock it was to him…”

“Personally, I think he’s making too much out of what happened. What have you done to make it up to him?”

“I bought him flowers, I apologized up and down, but I don’t know what else to do.”

“Maybe he just needs his space.”

“I figured that, but this whole thing is stressing me out.” Adam hugged Greg tighter, “I haven’t slept a full night since this whole thing’s started.”

“Awwooh” Greg snuggled closer.

~~~

“I still feel so hurt, but I miss him so much…” Merrick said, “I’m so torn between loving him and hating him.” He harshly clutches to the sheets as he feels the man’s arms around him.

“Just think of the good times you two had.” Tom advised, “That’s how my Dad put up with my Mom all these years until they worked through their problems.”

“I’ve tried that,” Merrick moaned, “But something keeps blocking it…” Merrick holds himself back, “Every time I think about forgiving him, my anger comes right back to hurt me…”

“That just means that you’re not ready yet.” Tom shrugged.

“But I’m sick of it… Now that he knows what’s hurting me, it shouldn’t be so bad, but just seeing his face makes me remember when he said those awful things to me.”

“Maybe he just hasn’t made it up to you the tight way yet.”

“But…” Merrick closes his eyes, “He already does so much for me… I don’t know how or when this can me resolved…”

~~~

“Thank you for staying…” Adam said as he huddled with the chubby guy in the dark, “I need this so much… Cuddling I mean.”

“Your welcome,” Greg said as he nuzzled Adam’s chest. Now that he’s not sleeping alone, Adam feels drowsier at night than the last few nights.

“Mnnnhh…” Adam dozes off peacefully for the first time in so long.

~~~

“Please, don’t…” Merrick shook his head, “I don’t want to talk anymore.” He tries to hold back his emotions, getting rather sick of breaking down.

“Alright, it’s ok,” Tom said as he turned off the light, and climbed into bed, “You can crash here tonight.” After a pause after Tom got under the covers, Merrick moves himself next to the beefy man, and put his hand on his chest.

Tom puts his arm around Merrick, and pulled him in closer. It’s at least better than curling up alone on the cruise’s roof.

–The Next Night–

“~This is~ the part when I say I don’t want ya~ I’m stronger than I’ve been before!~” A handful of lewd dancers prance around the song ‘Break Free’, both male and female, and all of them wearing an assigned number, to be announced as the winners of the 3-Day contest. Several hidden judges look and nod, noting each and every dancer as they gracefully move their bodies.

“~This is~ the part when I break freeeee~ ‘Cause I can’t resist it no more~!” Merrick, in an erotic outfit spins and swoops in his dancing. His hand meets another as hand as he rotates around with another male dancer, and sways with an erotic rhythm.

Adam looks with reluctance at his dancing boyfriend, both annoyed and a little dazzled at Merrick’s appearance and performance.

“Yo, Adam.” Jamal said from the side. Adam looked and turned back to watch the show.

“Hey.” Adam took a sip from his drink.

“So.” Jamal looked at him with disapproval, “Was he good?”

“What?”

“What that chubbo good for ya? Musta been a hot night, cause you look a lot better.” Jamal told him bitterly.

“We didn’t fuck, Jamal.” Adam said irritantly as took another drink. Jamal raised his eyebrows.

“You didn’t?”

“No. Well,” Adam shrugged, “I gave him a blowjob and spooned with him, but I didn’t get off. Something tells me I don’t deserve to blow my wad.”

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The little fucker had turned me down. I knew there wasn’t anything ultimate or final about it, but I knew he wanted me. What a tease, I thought, as we parted ways outside the theater, he to go onto the Boxoffice to be there if Masters wanted anything when he and Lenny arrived at the boat, me to get something to eat and maybe add to the old nest egg.

Adding to the escape fund was what I’d programmed for this evening. It’s just that Sean Singleton, Masters’s assistant, was such a nice little piece, I thought I’d just do it for pleasure for a change. But he turned me down. Didn’t make me want him any less, though.

I left him there on the grass embankment above the yacht basin and walked over to the Gangplank restaurant for something to eat before I went to work—went to work for myself rather than Handelsman. I wasn’t too happy with Lenny at the moment. I didn’t like the way he looked at that Masters guy. I didn’t have enough escape money shuffled together yet for him to be looking at the Masters guy like that.

After taking care of the hunger pangs, I walked the six blocks, up toward the Capitol Building. But not all the way there; just to the edge of the Southwest Freeway, where, in the shadow of that elevated faster route out of town, I saw the signs for the Bachelor Pad. I’d been told about this place when we were still up in New York. I had friends back there who knew I was trying to work my way from here to someplace else, and they told me the Bachelor Pad was a good place to pick up some quick major cash.

The place didn’t seem to know what it wanted to be. I walked in and I had two choices—well, maybe three—there was a staircase in the hall going up as well. As far as I knew, they had something going on up there too. To my right was a plush bar area. Very high tone; wouldn’t be out of place in a Manhattan hotel. And to the left was a smoke-filled pool hall. The characters of the evening had pared themselves off by natural selection. Three-piece suits and Martini glasses in the bar. This contrasted with T-shirts with cigarette packs rolled up in sleeves and dirty long hair in the pool hall. I had my choice of soft elevator music and muted, intense conversations or the beat of a nervous drum and raucous cussing and intense crotch grabbing.

I wanted an extra paycheck, not a break of the balls with down-home boys, so I turned to the right.

I was underdressed, but what I lacked in that, I made up for in stage presence. That’s something I learned from Handelsman—how to enter a room and own it from the first step inside. Within seconds, nobody noticed I was just a hulking, out-of-place black guy in a black turtleneck and trousers. I was suddenly the most interesting guy in the room. I sauntered over to the bar and ordered a beer.

“No, the bottle will be fine,” I said. Part of owning the room is making it move to you.

I hunched over the bar and took a look see around at the guys in the booths and at the populated end of the bar. I was looking for two things—who would move first and who looked like the richest mark. It was a good-luck evening for me; both came in the same package.

“Care if I sit?” he asked, and before the phrase was completed, he’d already slid into the stool beside me.

“Nope,” I answered. I looked at him in the mirror behind the liquor shelves. Forties maybe. Pinstriped suit. Worked out a bit, but losing that battle—not too badly yet. Manicured nails. I’d already noticed that—that and the obvious tailored cut of the fine-cloth suit—which had helped me put him at the top of the list. A nice smile and a sensuous mouth. He looked like he knew how to use that.

“Meeting someone?”

“Not that I know of,” I answered. Then I decided to cut to the chase. I was still thinking of that blond dancer back at the boat. Sean. I’d said I’d give him another opportunity bingöl escort at nine. It was after eight now. “Maybe it’s you. If conditions are right,” I said. Giving him a good smile back.

“I’d like that,” he muttered under his breath. And I could tell he would; he was already breathing hard and his answer had come out in a bit of a stutter.

“A hundred bucks,” I said.

He hesitated. He wanted to think about it, but probably didn’t want to leave that impression. So, he motioned the barman over and had his Martini replaced. The barman used the best gin. That might have been a mistake. I was originally thinking of $100 as a starting price. Now I knew it could be the only price.

“Well, I . . .”

“A hundred bucks,” I repeated.

“There’s the room and all . . .”

“This place has got an alley, doesn’t it?” I said. I’d actually discovered that this excited them.

“Well, I . . .” His voice was wavering. He looked confused and was wearing a sloppy grin. He reached down and adjusted something, taking pressure off his basket, something going on down there. He was hooked.

I made him go down on his knees in the muck in the alley while he was sucking me off in the shadows next to a trash bin that should have been emptied last month sometime. Then I stood him against the slimy brick wall with his chest and cheek pressed to the bricks and his pelvis cantilevered out while I gave him a hundred bucks worth of cocking. He didn’t complain about any of it.

Afterward I decided against going back into the bar. This was about what I’d figured on making to add to the escape kitty tonight, and I’d assumed I’d have to make more than one trip to the alley. But I got it in one. There seemed to be a whole lot more money in Washington, D.C., than there was in New York these days.

It was 8:45 and I knew I could make it back to the boat easily by 9:00. I walked slow and took a roundabout route, though, because I didn’t want to be punctual and let the little fucker think I was panting after him. But if I thought about it too hard, I might have to admit to myself that I probably was panting after him. I hadn’t been turned down like that since before I could remember. It made him intriguing. His loyalty to Masters sort of impressed me too, even though it was misplaced.

I saw him sitting there on the park bench at the top of the grassy incline, looking down into the lights of the yacht basin. His shoulders were hunched forward so that he looked like he’d imploded, collapsed inside himself. He still looked cute, and oh so fuckable. Maybe even more so now than before.

Before what? I asked myself. But I knew. I’d known before I left him at the Arena Stage door. He had no idea about Masters and Handelsman. That was clear. Seeing what I knew he was going to see if he stuck around the Boxoffice couldn’t help but educate him real quick.

I walked over and stood by the bench. “You OK?”

Sean turned and looked up at me. He had tears in his eyes and it looked like he’d gained ten years in world knowledge and the entire globe on his back since I’d last seen him. I sat down beside him on the bench and pivoted toward him. “What are you doing up here? Isn’t it warmer down on the ship?” I knew the answer; I just wanted to start him talking. And I wanted him to talk to me, confide everything to me, and leave this bench with me. And beg me to fuck him. So I could do it and then put thoughts of him behind me.

“I . . . I couldn’t.”

“They’re fucking, aren’t they?” I asked. It was getting chilly out here. We needed to goose this along.

That loosened him up, and he began to tell me he’d seen Masters fucking Lenny in Lenny’s “special” cabin. Even though I knew it, it still hit me hard when I heard it confirmed. And it made me mad, too.

Then I bingöl escort bayan thought I could cut my ire by really putting the moves on this little guy. I did that, pulling out of him that he was a dancer and that Masters had put the kibosh on that, but Sean was practicing again because they were strapped for cash and Sean thought he’d have to carry more of the income load. I didn’t like the sound of that. Handelsman wasn’t strapped for cash. I could just see Masters muscling in on him to ride that gravy train. And then where would I be? Handelsman was my gravy train. I started adding up the current balance of my escape money in my mind.

And that’s when Sean got under my skin. I’d been too cocky and had told me too much about the nature of my relationship with Handelsman and, probably because he felt wounded himself, the little fucker started razzing me about being Lenny’s kept boy. It being the truth still wasn’t what I wanted to hear from a little piece of fluff I wanted to get my cock into.

So, it ended up with me backing off from him and escaping—down the grassy incline and across the quay and up the gangplank onto the Boxoffice’s fan tail.

If I’d seen Masters in the salon, I probably wouldn’t have entered, but I already was in when I heard him greet me. Quite jovial, quite satisfied with himself. Just like a guy who’d just gotten his rocks off, which undoubtedly fit here.

He was standing behind the bar in the salon, stirring up a couple of drinks. He was naked, as I could tell from seeing the backend of him in the mirror behind the bar. He was in very, very good shape for an old geezer.

“Drink?” he asked.

“No thanks, I’m driving,” I answered. Wrong crack, though.

“Yes, Lenny tells me you have quite a driver,” he said. “Care to join us?”

“You’re not done?” I asked. I mean he looked in great shape, but, god, the man was in his fifties. How much stamina could he have? But then he walked from behind the bar, and I saw the pecker and set of nuts on him—he was still at least at half staff—and I took a deep breath. It was obvious he wasn’t finished for the night. And it was equally obvious that he had championship equipment. That little faker, I thought of the cute little blond sitting up on the bench. He loved cock after all. We would have to be able to take Masters’s AAA-size pecker.

“If you want us, we’ll be just across the wall,” Masters said. And then, still smiling, he turned and strutted down the corridor.

It wasn’t long before I heard Lenny moaning and groaning and crying out for the fuck. I couldn’t tell if he seemed more excited than when I fucked him, but even having to try to compare was an insult—and a threat.

I sat and nursed a beer. And then another. And the noises didn’t stop. What sort of superman was this Masters guy anyway, I thought. And I was beginning to have respect for him—at least for him as a fucking machine. And I couldn’t help but have a twitch in my crotch. There had been a time when I’d died for cock like that too. Not for some time. But maybe it was like riding a bicycle.

I got up off the bar stool and strolled slowly into and down the corridor until I was standing at the doorway to the owner’s cabin. They didn’t even have the sensitivity to shut the door.

Lenny was on his side on the bed, facing me, his hip propped up on a pillow, a look of ecstasy on his face that made me more than a bit envious—and jealous and threatened all at once. His upward leg was being held straight up by Masters, who was on his knees on the bed behind Lenny’s butt and stroking Lenny’s ass hard with his cock. Lenny was pulling on his own cock, and his eyes were slitted like he didn’t see me in the doorway, which he probably didn’t. He was moaning softly like a wind-up doll that was wearing down but just had escort bingöl a few more sounds to grind out.

Masters did see me and smiled big.

“Decided to join us?” he asked. His tone was mocking, self-assured. And if it hadn’t been for that, I might have been drawn into the room. I had to give it to Masters. I could command a room when I entered it—but not like Masters could command a room. He was a bright light, a regular torch. I could understand how everyone around him felt like a moth. Because that was exactly how I felt. I’d taken cock in my rocky road to where I was now. But I hadn’t taken cock since Lenny offered me a job—and a bed. But here I was speculating, wondering how it would be to take Masters’s cock.

I did actually take one step in the room, and I had my hand on my basket. But then Masters laughed. A self-complaisant victory laugh. And that did it. I turned and left the room and crossed the corridor and entered one of the guest cabins and slammed the door shut behind me and shot the lock.

Masters laughed again. And I couldn’t help but compare the assurance behind his laugh to my own thoughts that I could have Sean Singleton’s ass eventually—the self-assuredness that it wasn’t an if but a when and that there was time enough to wait for it. And, much to my horror and chagrin, I couldn’t see a bit of difference between the two.

I laid down on the bunk in the guest cabin and pulled a pillow over my head and waited for the moaning to stop so I could sleep. It wasn’t that long afterward that I heard Masters leaving. I rose and went over to the cabin window and watched him slowly walk up the glassy incline to where Sean Singleton still was sitting, waiting for him, in the chilly night.

I half expected to see something dramatic out there, but I was disappointed in that. As Masters approached the bench, Singleton merely stood until Masters had swept by, not missing a step. And then Singleton dropped in step four paces behind his master and they crossed the road. I lost sight of them as they moved around the octagonal building that was the original Arena Stage hall.

I went back to the bunk and went into an exhausted sleep almost immediately. I was awakened shortly afterward by Lenny pounding on the cabin door.

“Is that where you are, Gil?” he called out. “Come to bed. He’s gone. It’s lonely over here.”

I went back to the pillow-over-the-head stance. How Lenny could want me back in his bed tonight after the pounding he’d taken from Masters was beyond me. And he needed to be punished anyway. I needed to make some sort of statement before this got out of hand. Or did I? I began to add together all of the stashes I had hidden around. The money Lenny didn’t know I was accumulating, because Lenny had no idea I was doing business on the side, that I was trying to pull together escape money. To escape Lenny and this demeaning life.

All went quiet. I couldn’t go to sleep again, though, tired as I was. I wanted to punish Lenny. I wanted to hurt him, to let him know that he couldn’t just push me aside like that just for old time’s sake. And worse, that he couldn’t make it so obvious that he liked that old buzzard’s cocking as much as he liked mine.

Punish him. Make him hurt.

In the end there was really only one way to do that. I got up off the bunk, stripped down, and worked my cock up hard—making it easy by imagining taking that cute little ass on Masters’s assistant, Sean—a double victory: conquering the nice little blond piece and cuckolding Masters at the same time. When I was ready, I unlocked the cabin door and pulled it open. I quietly crossed the corridor and entered the owner’s cabin.

Lenny was asleep, on his belly, naked and on top of the sheets. Snoring up a storm.

I swiftly moved up on the bed and got his hips between my knees and thrust my cock deep inside his now-gaping channel and rode him hard, intent on punishing him for embarrassing me and bringing that maddening Creighton Masters into our lives and conflicting me as he did. And getting madder by the moment—because Lenny was letting me know that he was thoroughly enjoying the fucking.

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Not a gun in sight as the lift doors opened on the floor below even though not a soul appeared as we moved along a corridor that could allow two Mack trucks to pass one another with ease. I was admitted to a lobby anti-room with a gold framed, ornate mirror and two hall chairs.

“Please wait here!” The man with the headdress went through to a further space, presumably the penthouse suite, from which I could hear a muffled conversation. Four or five minutes passed before he emerged, smiled slightly and said “Mr. Abdullah will escort you back to your room Mr. Beresford.” Then with a furrowed brow, “I hope we have not alarmed you too much, our employers must be very careful regarding security.” With that he handed my room key back to Mr.Abdullah who made a silent, broad gesture that I should follow him. He led me back to the lift and we descended to my lowly level. I had expected the return of my key and to be left to find my own door but no. The guard walked me right to my door, swiped the lock opened the door, gestured for me to enter and stepped in allowing the door to close behind him. A shiver ran up my back, imagining I was about to be the victim of a professional killing, bullet to the back of the skull. I turned to face this hulking, fearsome, silent man.

He reached up to his thick neck and unfastened a clip tie before unbuttoning his collar, turning his head from side to side in obvious relief. I was spellbound. He hung his jacket on the rail just inside the door and the almost impossible musculature of his torso became apparent underneath the formality of his white shirt. He shucked his holster with a nonchalance of a real pro and set to unbuttoning. He was stripping for me!

Under the white shirt he wore a fine silk undershirt which prevented the dense, black hair that covered his body ‘spoiling’ his official appearance. It swirled around his gargantuan pecs, delineating his magnificent, ripped abdominals and frothed over his shoulders to be cut precisely at the neck and impeccably shaved above. the contrast was startling.

Bending with surprising flexibility he untied his shoes, carefully setting them on the rack provided, unfastened his belt, as I continued to stare in amazement and unbuttoned his pants stepping out carefully, folding them formally and hanging them along with the jacket, next to my own suit. The loose fit of clothing he wore disguised the colossal power of the man. His enormously powerful legs as forested in dark hair as his torso, massive by any standard at the very least. I have a 48″ chest and at 205lbs for a man of 5′ 10′, I carry a lot of muscle but Mr. Abdullah made two of me in almost every respect. I look skinny by comparison. The front of his shorts gave evidence that what was still concealed was in some way proportionate to the rest of this extraordinary bayburt escort superman.

He moved towards me, then paused with an anxious look. He gestured towards his body and put his head on one side as if asking for approval I smiled broadly and opened my arms as if in welcome and he swept forward to embrace me or to crush me. In return, I did my best to wrap my arms around his magnificent body. I tried to place my lips on his, he turned his face away and I landed a smacker on his bearded jaw. He was nervous.

I could feel the coarse hair rustling against my T and struggle free to lift my shirt off and make chest to chest contact more erotic. I rubbed back and forth which seemed to please him and his breathing became more excited. I shucked down my shorts and my 9×5 sprang up between us and brushed his swollen groin. He reached for it and encircled it enthusiastically with his huge fist, making it look like a little wiener. His hand was gentle and he gave a little groan of contentment, deep in his throat.

With featherlike touch I brushed the sensitive tips of his nipples, just showing pink under the fur and at the very first, he shook from head to foot like a man in an earthquake. His eyes widened and locked instinctively with mine, while we played, he quivered and tingled to my touch and after long moments of erogenous stimulation, I tried once again for a kiss.

He didn’t turn away but closed his black eyes and reached out with dry lips and a tentative tongue which I greeted tenderly but securely and locked on. He soon got the hang of this and we were duelling tongues nibbling lips and exploring deeply in next to no time. It was powerfully erotic in a way that only two men can feel.

After an age in which so much unbelievable tenderness passed between us, I drew away. His mouth still parted dumbly, almost drugged, slowly opening his eyes and regaining consciousness he smiled a big, innocent, toothy white smile put his left mitt behind my head and pulled me back into our kissing marathon. His right once again at my genitals cupping my balls and yanking on my rock hard dick.

Finding the band of his underpants then tracing the bulge to locate the fly front opening. Slipping two fingers in, I found the heat of his sex and the tense coiled spring of his waiting organ, which I could not wait to release. I broke off our kiss to reach with both hands and pull down his shorts, marvelling once again at his magnificent, tree trunk-like legs, caressing them, kissing them asI descended. Into view bounced a weapon of mass destruction if ever there was one. Equal to mine in length, greater, far greater in girth, with a steep upward curl and such thickly ridged shaft. We’ve all seen a jaw breaker but this was in another league. I’ve met some great suckers escort bayburt and a guy that can throat me all the way down has to have a considerable technique. No-one I know could even get the head of this beast into their mouth.

There was a rich, warm masculinity to his crotch and I buried my face into his musky pubic hair and felt the heat on my face. I licked and lapped at his cock shaft and his balls he pressed my head and moaned as I explored. I pursed my lips and suckled the end of his cock working my tongue between the lips and wriggling it about in the piss tube to elicit his magic juice. He pulled me up and motioned to the big bed. I took his hand like a gigantic child and we fell with one another into a 69 of chaotic pleasure and when I parted his legs and fingered his arse his efforts to choke himself on my 9×5 redoubled. This was all new to him. I marvelled at this realisation and noted the response for further experiment.

I was working his cockhead but short of dislocating my jaw like a snake, try as I might, I was never getting that down me. A man who had already drawn a gun on me might force his hugely swollen cock into my face and choke me you might think but it was altogether obvious that was not his intention.

With a bit of wriggling I twisted free and squatted over his face with my cock and balls bouncing and teasing his tongue and lips I slid forward fractionally and before he knew what he was doing his lips were clamped round my ring and his tongue was probing into me, my delighted cock bouncing in his swirling, curling chest hair and his mammoth frame stretched out, relaxed and unbelievably potent before me.

And he was good with his tongue! Really good! I could see from the twitching in his cock he was loving it. He held onto my hips and pulled me down heavily onto his face and I was in heaven , so much so that I believe I took leave of my senses and an impulse took over me to ride that great monster of his. An upward curling cock always gets my joy bud singing. In my younger days I’d had some big cock but this was something else.

As I squirmed in pleasure on his face I watched as his cock head leaked more and more pre-cum and I reached for it with a gentle fingertip swirling it round the gigantic glans and under the mushroom shaped head and I thought “It’s now or never.”

Spinning round and clambering over his great chest I straddled his hips, facing him and crouched with his groin beneath my arse I took pre-cum from my own cock to lube and stretch my sphincter as the usual breathing relaxing and blowing out techniques were not going to be enough here on their own. He lifted the tip of his cock from his belly and supported it, hopefully, in position and I lowered myself carefully onto the tip and began to feel the flesh bayburt escort bayan giving way but it was so far beyond anything I’d every tried. Suddenly he thrusts upwards and punches the giant heat through my sphincter. I give a cry of pain but then it’s in and the whole rippling pulsating mass of it is sliding into my chute.

Not only is it no longer painful, beyond a rasping twinge at my rim, it’s beautiful and the sight of his furrowed brow in concentration and intense excitement brings me to my purpose. I’m astride him, he is filling me, I am steadying myself with my palms on his huge pecs, my thumbs are rubbing his nipples and my 9 x 5 is very happy dribbling pre-cum into his navel, his belly hair is tickling my balls.

I lean back to make the most of that tension in his upward curling dong with my hands on his colossal quads and as I buck my hips and work his amazing meat, it’s like the Alien baby inside my guts, consuming me pounding my prostate, trying to break out through my lower abdomen. He begins to trust up into me and back, more and more power in his movements and I’m tossed around like a rag doll. Helpless.

I watch as his rippling muscular belly dances to the rhythm of his fuck machine. He reaches for my bouncing cock and swallows it with his left fist, his right hand grabs my balls and pulls down cruelly on them, just the way I like and I’m utterly lost in pleasure.

I see his huge chest heave and stutter and the jitters in his abs give the signal. His legs tense and my awareness is blasted by my first shot that launches into the air over him and beyond his right shoulder. His yell, is deep and explosive like a mad bull and frantic contortions wrack his massive frame as he loses control and floods my gut. I feel the ripples up through the shaft of his cock as it pumps wad after hot wad into my body and accompanies my second salvo that hits his chin and his lips, tangles in his cropped moustaches and reaches across his broad, flat nose.

Still impaled, balls deep, I fall forward and my heaving chest crashes onto his, united by a mat of our body hair and my river of jizz. Our mouths re-combine into a macerating, bristling machine of passionate lips and tongues passing saliva and cum back and forth as the irresistible produce of this intense moment. Our breath billowing into and out of each other our pounding hearts clamouring to bring oxygen into these over-excited blood vessels.

He rocks, and I realise it’s a sob. Big rolling tears well up in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks, his mouth contorts downwards, agonisingly, he wraps his arms tightly around me and kisses me frantically, violently again and again. In gratitude? In fear that this is over? What? I hold his head tenderly between my hands, and kissed away salty tears. I sensed the breaking through of something massive in this extraordinary example of the super-macho. Something he had no language to express but through his sex, through our kiss. I have felt that upward swell of joy many times but the first time it’s like a bomb going off, an enlightenment, an unleashing of both physical and psychological powers.

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So this is my first real attempt at a story. I’ve always wanted to write something for this site but never knew quite what to say. I will try to post on a weekly basis if this first chapter is liked.

Also I would like to know what you want to see in this story. I don’t promise to include all of your suggestions but I will include the ones that inspire me.

Standard disclaimers: All characters are fictional any resemblance to real people is purely coincidence. All characters are 18 or older. Finally, if you are under 18 or it is prohibited by law for you to read this please leave now.

And without further ado…

Alex’s Angel – Chapter 1: The Beginning

It was once said that to steal an angel feather would bring great misfortune on a person.

—70+ Years Ago—

“THIEF!!!” The voice boomed,

“No…no…I was…I…I found it! I didn’t steal it.”

“You stole what was to be given. You almost had The Gift but impatience has ended that. You and your family are cursed.”

“No, please I thought you loved me?!?”

“I did,” said the voice sadly, “because of that love your descendents will have a chance at forgiveness. A boy of your line will find forgiveness for your family. But you…you who have stolen will die never knowing that forgiveness. Farewell Alexander.”

—Present Day—

“Wake up you piece of shit” The fog in my mind started to lift when I heard those dreaded words. I knew that if I couldn’t get myself up I’d be kicked, but it was to hard to claw my way out of the fog.

“Hun your food is ready. I’ll get him up.” ‘That’s mom’s voice’ he thought thanking whatever god took pity on him today.

“Fine, get your boy up and out. I’m not dropping him off if he misses the bus. He can walk.”

She crouched down near my mattress and whispered, “Alex, love time to wake up. I hid breakfast sandwiches for you and Tommy in your bag. Hurry or you’ll miss the bus.”

Finally awake he gave his mom a hug. “Mom, why are you here? I thought you had to work mornings all this week.”

He caught her wince even though she tried to hide it, “I’m not gonna work as much from now on love. Mr. Walters said he couldn’t afford to keep me on at the hotel.”

“Oh mom…”

“Don’t worry about me.” She cut him off handing him a newspaper wrapped bundle. “Here a late birthday gift. I know it’s late but Bill would be to suspicious if I had given it to you any closer to the day.” He realized then that he had been 18 for more than a month… At least he hasn’t kicked me out yet. he thought.

She artvin escort bustled out of the small room with only a glance back when she got to the door.

***

“Dude, your mom makes the best food!”

“Tommy you say that no matter what she makes.” Tina laughed.

“Cuz it’s always true.” Tommy and Alex had been best friends forever. They first met in kindergarten when Tommy had walked up at lunch and handed Alex half his sandwich. Alex’s dad had just died and they didn’t have enough money for food and a house. Since that day Tommy had taken care of Alex.

Tommy was the star of the baseball team and had carried the team to the championships the last two years. At six three he towered over most of the school, Alex included. He came from money, had a steady girlfriend since eighth grade, and was the golden god that every girl in the school wanted.

Tina, Tommy’s girlfriend, could have passed for his twin. She was the tall blond captain of the cheer squad and swim team, and she was Alex’s other best friend. The three of them were inseparable.

Alex unlike his two best friends was small and dark. He had met Tina when he joined the swim team in seventh grade. She had immediately decided he needed her protection. She had even gone up against Tommy, to Alex’s embarrassment, when she saw him waiting for Alex that first day at the pool.

At five foot five and maybe a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet Alex was tiny compared to his friends. Add to that that he had too long black hair and eyes that could have rivaled storm clouds and he just stood out, but he loved his friends and they were the reason he was still alive.

“So love, did Bill give you any new bruises over the weekend?” asked Tina.

“No.” He responded shamed that his friend knew to ask.

“Dude, you know you can’t lie to us. We know you too well for that.” Tommy said glaring out the windshield on the way to school.

“Show me.” Tina ordered turning around in the front seat.

Alex glared at his friends and lifted his too tight shirt showing the bruise on his left side.

“Well he didn’t hit the ribs and it does look better than most of the rest he’s had.” Tina commented to Tommy as if Alex wasn’t sitting there in the back seat.

“How can a cop be that much of a shit?” Tommy asked as he pulled into the school lot. “Maybe he’ll get shot in the line of duty…would serve him right for what he’s done to Alex.”

“Come on guys he’s not that bad. He just gets mad at me sometimes when he’s drunk. Besides he let escort artvin me and mom move into the trailer with him.”

“Alex he only did that because your mom agreed to marry him after you two got kicked out of that apartment.”

“Well he could have just let us be homeless.”

“Stop defending him Alex, is he still planning to kick you out in two weeks?” Tommy asked.

“Yup he keeps telling me about it. As soon as I’m eighteen I’m out.”

“You know maybe your granddad was right about his dad bringing a curse on you guys. You and your mom have had nothing but bad luck. And didn’t he die by getting hit by a bus? If you ask me maybe he wasn’t as crazy as we thought.”

“Tina he was a crazy old man. He broke out of the home and tried to run across a busy street. My granddad was stupid, crazy and superstitious. No curse involved.”

“Tina, Alex is right the old man was seriously off his rocker.”

Their conversation ended as they reached the front steps of the old brick school building. Alex still couldn’t believe they were finally seniors. Just as they reached the top of the steps they heard an engine roar into the parking lot behind them. Turning around they watched the motorcycle park on the sidewalk at the bottom of the steps. The guy that got off took Alex’s breath away.

All Alex saw was amethyst eyes as the world went dark around him and he felt himself falling.

***

As Alex slowly came back to consciousness he heard his friends talking, “So who was that guy on the bike?” Tommy asked.

“Christianus Angeal” Tina responded, “He just moved into the house next to mine last week. His parents travel a lot or something so it’s just him and his family’s butler there.”

“He’s that rich?” Tommy asked.

“His family’s wealth puts my grandparents to shame, and you know how rich they are.” Tina responded with a note of awe in her voice.

“Hey look lover boy is waking up. Dude, when they say fall for someone they usually don’t mean literally.” Tommy laughed walking up to the sick bed.

“Well good to see you awake Mr. Jackson.” The school nurse said as she walked into the room. “Your mother said that you could decide if you felt well enough to attend class for the rest of the day. And Ms. Hall please keep Mr. Harris from making anymore stupid jokes. Now both of you get to class you can see he’s alright and I wrote you both notes so get going.”

“If I knew how to do that Mrs. Wilcox I would have a long time ago.” Tina said giving Tommy a look.

Tommy had a look artvin escort bayan like he was going to say something else when Tina dragged him out of the room.

“So you want to go to class?” The elderly woman asked handing him a cup of water. “By the way don’t think I missed that new bruise on your side. What’s the reason this time? Did you trip again?”

Alex blushed and drank his water in response. Mrs Wilcox knew exactly how he had gotten this bruise and every one before it. She knew exactly what his step-dad was like seeing as the man was her nephew.

“Since I know you’re not going to tell me the truth, I’ll just say this. Be careful. Now off with you, you’re already late for Physics if I read your schedule right.”

“Thanks Aunt Aggie.”

“That’s Mrs Wilcox when you’re in this room.” She said with a smile giving him a hug. “Now get to class. Missing your first class is not a good way to start your senior year.”

***

Alex was glad he had Honors Physics first. He already knew his teacher and could easily make-up anything he had missed. He made it through his first three classes of the day without any more issues, and after met his friends so they could sit together for lunch.

“So you’re the kid that passed out on the front steps this morning. Right? Glad to see you’re alright.” Alex nearly jumped out of his skin at the deep voice behind him.

“Yeah that’s our Alex always making a dramatic first impression. You’re Christianus right?” Tommy responded. “I think you were in my English class second period.”

“Call me Chris, and yeah I think so.” Chris responded still looking at Alex who was trying his best to not choke on the bite of sandwich he had just taken.

“Well, I’m Thomas Harris, call me Tommy. My girlfriend Tina Hall, and of course our fainting friend Alexander Jackson IV.” Tommy responded with a mischievous glint in his eyes. It hadn’t escaped his notice that Chris was staring at Alex as if he was a good meal.

“I know exactly who Alex is our families go back a ways.” Chris said looking up from Alex for the first time. “Could one of you tell me where Honors Government with Mr. Devernow is? If I’m not mistaken the bell is about to ring.”

“Alex can help you he’s in that class with you. Aren’t you Alex?” Tina volunteered even though she knew they all had that class together. “Show him the way.” She ordered giving Alex a shove in the right direction.

“Ok.” Alex squeaked as Tommy shoved his bag into his hands.

“Here I’ll carry that.” Chris said pulling the bag out of Alex’s arms. “You just show me where we’re going.”

Tina and Tommy grinned at each other as Alex walked off looking as if he was completely lost.

***

Well that’s the first chapter. Please be honest in your comments. This is my first attempt at writing something like this.

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I rolled over, restless. I was still mildly drunk from all the beer we had drank, celebrating the end of finals. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, glancing at the time: 3:43am. We had barely made it back to my friend Zach’s house after our end-of-exam’s party, celebrating the fact that we had finished another year of school. The party was a ten minute walk so we opted to stumble our way back here rather than catching a cab. I idly reached underneath the blanket as I realized how hard I still was and gently squeezed my cock, groaning. I had been making out with this hot brunette tease, who, unfortunately for me, was just that: a cock-tease. She disappeared at some point in the night after getting me horny as fuck, leaving me with this throbbing problem.

I glanced across the room, the dim lighting making it hard to see, but the sounds of snoring was all the re-assurance I really needed. Zach and Ryan were passed out on the pair of couches across from me, light snores come from their direction. I unlocked my phone as I slid off my boxers, gripping my shaft and stroking it. I had a few favourite dirty movies saved in my gallery, so I muted it and opened up a video of a cum-shot compilation. I loved watching girls take loads in their mouths, seeing the cum fill their mouth as they swallowed it.

I let out a quiet moan, closing my eyes as I squeezed harder and stroked faster, desperate to release the pressure that had built up all night. I had barely begun when I heard movement from beside me, my eyes flying open. In my haste and drunken stupor, I didn’t realize how much light my phone would be giving off even though I dimmed it. Ryan’s shocked face was illuminated, inches away from me, as he stood there watching me jerk off. I was so stunned I didn’t even know what to do or say, but thankfully he solved that problem for me.

He knelt down on his knees, prying my fingers off my dick and replacing them with his own hand. He slowly rubbed me, my cock pulsing in his hand as I was so close to cumming, his eyes fixed on it. I moaned, drawing his attention to my face as he continued to jerk me off. He looked me in the eyes, both of us ignoring the porn, as he stroked me hard and fast. I didn’t last long as my body was overwhelmed with pleasure from what was happening. I had never considered myself gay, or even bi, but there was no denying that I liked having him touching my cock. Not even a minute later, cum bartın escort erupted out of my cock as I clamped my mouth shut so as to not wake Zach up. I shot twice on to my stomach while I watched his hand slowly moving up and down, more cum pouring out onto his fingers.

After I finished, he licked his fingers then stood up and walked back to the couch before rolling over without saying a word. My heart was pounding, my thoughts were fuzzy and my whole body felt like jelly. ‘What the fuck just happened?’ I kept asking myself, pinching my skin to see if I was dreaming. ‘What… the fuck… was that?!’

Minutes passed, maybe a half hour, as I listened to my two friends snoring peacefully. Sleep wouldn’t work for me, as I couldn’t stop my brain from asking a million different questions. ‘Is he gay? Maybe he was just really drunk and horny. Maybe sleep walking? Has he done this before? What do we do in the morning?’ I couldn’t make sense of anything, but one thought kept nagging at the back of my mind.

‘This is your chance to play with another guy’s cock.’ Sure, I had thought about it once or twice as I masturbated. I was in denial and would never identify as gay or bi, but I had definitely cum thinking of sucking cock.

Taking a deep breath, I resolutely decided that a guy rubbing my cock to completion was crossing a line; that’s not something you laugh about with a group of friends. That’s something you keep to yourselves, so in the spirit of experimenting, I quietly got up and crawled over to the couch he was sleeping on. It was the middle of June, so naturally the basement was stifling hot. The thin blanket he was using had been discarded, leaving his body on display. He lay there in his boxers, legs spread as he stretched across the length of the couch.

I could sort of make out his cock, but I figured if I was going to do this, I wasn’t going to half ass it. Glancing up at him to make sure he was fast asleep, I boldly reached over his hairy leg and through the hole in the front of his boxers. His soft cock was warm in my hand, but it was also relatively small. I smirked to myself, then pulled it out. I illuminated my phone to the dimmest setting, barely bright enough to notice, and shone it on his cock. Simply put, it looked delicious; circumcised, about 4″ long while soft and not too thick. I hadn’t thought about cock much in my life, but I was definitely bartın escort bayan attracted to his.

I stroked it slowly, deliberately, encouraging it to come to life. Every so often I would glance at him, making sure he was sleeping. His quiet snoring reassured me enough to make another bold move, just as I saw him hardening. He was quickly growing, I’d say he was between 5.5″ – 6″ when fully erect, and wide enough to fit in my mouth with ease. Smirking to myself, seizing the moment before my courage failed me, I gently licked the tip. Salty, almost bitter but not quite. There was something to it, though, that made me harden almost instantly. It was like the taste of him was an aphrodisiac, I couldn’t tell you what in particular did it for me. My gentle licks quickly turned into ambitiously taking the head in my mouth and lightly sucking on it.

Hearing his snores, I continued my work, not quite wanting him to wake up yet. This was at odds with my desire to make him cum, however, so I found myself giving in way too soon. I took half of him in my mouth, my tongue lapping at his flesh, swirling around him, then turning my phone off so I could use my hand to cup his balls. I gently squeezed them, silently urging him awake, really not wanting Zach to wake up to see this happening. Ryan’s low snores continued, so I pressed on in earnest, sucking his cock into my mouth and swallowing every inch of it. I bobbed my head up and down, his throbbing member pressing against my tongue and cheeks as it slid in and out of my mouth.

I moaned, idly stroking my cock with my free hand as I urged Ryan to cum. I don’t know what really brought it on, but I guess I was returning his favour in a sense.

I sucked him hard, abandoning his balls and using my free hard to stroke his shaft. Gripping him, I jerked him off while my mouth swirled up and down, borrowing a technique from an ex-girlfriend. She always made me cum hardest when she did it; one of her hands stroking my shaft while her mouth was connected to it, her lips twisting around as she moved up and down my length in a spiralling motion.

I felt him jolt awake and we both let out low, quiet moans at the same time. I felt his hand run threw my hair, holding me onto him, silently begging me to take his cum in my mouth. I had every intention of doing it, but I kind of liked how powerful his hand felt like that.

Not escort bartın more than a minute passed of the heat and pressure of my mouth, combined with my hand grasping him, before I could feel he was about to cum. His hips were gently thrusting up, his hand putting more pressure on my head as I lapped up the small bit of pre-cum. His quiet groans were like music to my ears, my cock throbbing as I felt every bit of his cock in my mouth, thrusting in and out as he bucked his hips.

He gripped my hair in his hands, holding me into him as he stopped thrusting. His delicious cock pulsed, shooting a thick rope of warm cum into the back of my throat. I moaned around his cock, quickly pulling back so that he shot his load on to my tongue. It was thicker than I anticipated, but I managed to swallow it all as he kept throbbing, filling my mouth with his hot, sticky cum. I enjoyed every throb, knowing more of his cum would pour into my mouth with it. Eventually, it slowed to just a couple drops before he finally stopped shuddering, giving me a chance to swallow the rest.

I pulled my mouth off his still hard cock, then went back to licking it, cleaning up the cum that had spilled out. There was some on his balls, so I gently sucked those clean and then made my way up, lightly sucking on the tip of his cock to get every drop off him.

I caught him staring at me as I licked my lips, having enjoyed every damn minute of whatever this was. I was savouring the look of pure bliss on his face when he leaned in close to me, breathing heavily.

“That was the best damn orgasm I’ve ever had…” he whispered, his warm breath pressing against me. He reached down to my lap, grasping my shaft confidently in his big, strong hands. “Ready for your turn?”

As he firmly stroked me, I let out a low moan, my hips bucking towards him as my body reacted to his touch. We were lost in the moment, completely forgetting where we were, for we both jolted as we heard a rustling sound beside us.

“Maybe I can help…” came Zach’s quiet voice from my right, as I felt a second hand cup my balls. Ryan jolted, then reached over to the table beside the couch, turning a lamp on and illuminating the scene.

Ryan sat on the couch, his still hard cock hanging out of his underwear, glistening from my saliva. I was on my knees in front of him, with my cock pointing towards Ryan as he stroked me, while Zach knelt to my right. He was naked, seven inches of hard, thick meat pointing forwards as he masturbated in front of us. His other hand was cupping my balls as he grinned mischievously.

“Not a word to anyone…” he whispered as he reached out and pushed Zach’s hand away, rapidly stroking the two cock’s he held.

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