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I usually leave the “young stuff” alone. And I don’t mean jailbait. I’m no chicken hawk. It’s just that I generally prefer guys closer to my age. Call it a comfort thing. But one night I was out of town and cruising Squirt and this 20-something college boy messaged me: “Hey Daddy …’sup?” I would ordinarily ignore an opening line like this, but I was really horny and hadn’t had any luck hooking up. I was about to give up and wank to porn. So I thought what the heck.

“Just hangin'” I responded. “You?”

“I need a daddy.”

This is usually another red flag for me. But I was, as I said, horny. So I decided (or rather my dick decided) to see where this would lead.

“That’d be me.”

“You host?”

“Yes.”

“Free tonight?”

“As a bird.”

“Where u at?”

I gave him the name of my hotel and room number. He responded that he’d be at my door in 45 minutes. “Shit,” I thought. “What have I gotten myself into now?” There were a LOT of ways this encounter could go south in a hurry. I don’t usually play this way, but, when the brain isn’t getting the blood, the balls make the rules.

I showered and put on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I waited, wondering if he’d be on time. Amazingly, he arrived almost to the second when he said he would. The knock on the door summoned me out of an erotic reverie about a video I’d watched earlier in the evening.

I opened it and there he was, all six feet three inches of him — he was obviously a jock. Light brown hair neatly trimmed, baby face, hazel eyes, and very kissable lips. “Come in,” I said. He stepped across the threshold and I closed the door behind him.

“Let me take your coat,” I said. He surrendered it to me and I put it in the closet. His arms came around me from behind and he began nuzzling my neck. His hands wandered up and down my chest, grazing my nipples through my shirt and eventually working their way down to the bulge in my running shorts.

“Oh, daddy,” he whispered in my ear, “what do you have for me?”

He gripped my cock through my shorts and gently stroked it. I thought I might ejaculate on the spot. I could feel his hardon pressing into my lower back through his jeans. I’m sure I must have been moaning at this point. He continued to kiss and nibble my neck and left ear for a while before I managed to turn into his arms and capture his mouth with mine.

He was an enthusiastic kisser, there was no doubt about that. And he obviously didn’t smoke, always a plus. His mouth tasted of Altoids and toothpaste. Mine probably did as well. We were both minty fresh (lol). Ever watch two people in a lip lock try to walk down a short hallway to where a bed is? I’m sure it would Cebeci Escort be really funny. We weren’t thinking of that. I wanted to get this guy on a bed, and more importantly, naked. I wanted to bottom my cock out in his bottom and suck him until he exploded in my throat. I wanted to lick and kiss every inch of his frame and I wanted him to do the same.

We made it to the bed, by which time I’d managed to unbutton his shirt and pull it out of his pants. I started to fumble with his belt buckle and his hands took over. Down came the zipper and I was on my knees in front of him, pulling his jeans and shorts down over his raging erection, past his thighs, and down to his ankles. His shoes got kicked off along with his jeans and shorts. And there he was, naked and beautiful standing before me. I stood. We kissed. He pulled off my t-shirt. He knelt and pulled my shorts down my legs. I stepped out of them. His mouth engulfed my cock with a moan of hunger.

“Damn, daddy,” he whispered coming up for air, “feed me that daddy dick.”

He gripped my ass in two big hands and swallowed my cock to the root. He held his mouth there, lips pressed into the soft skin at the base of my dick for what seemed like an hour. Obviously it wasn’t that long. I took his head in my hands and started pumping my hips giving him what he wanted. It took all the will I could muster not to blow my load down his throat. I’d been edging for some time before our chat, watching Squirt videos of hot guys getting each other off. I had to pull his mouth off my cock and he let it escape with great reluctance.

“Easy there, son,” I said, “don’t want the party to end prematurely.”

He scrambled up onto the bed and I followed. We were soon in each other’s arms, kissing again. I love body contact and so did my young friend, whose name I still didn’t know (or at that point care about), apparently judging by the noises he was making as we pressed our naked flesh together on the bed. Somehow we worked our way into a 69 and I found myself looking down at the spear sticking up from his crotch just as his mouth engulfed my own organ of delight.

I dove for his dick like a trout on a mayfly. Nothing beats the taste of a hard cock or the manly scent of a nice set of balls. I inhaled deeply as my mouth worked his steaming stalk, and I moaned around his manmeat as he pulled me into his mouth all the way to my balls. I pumped my hips, which he seemed to like and so I fucked his mouth with my cock as I fucked my own with his.

I felt a wet finger tap my asshole and I pulled my mouth off of his cock long enough to hiss “yes!” before resuming my dick feast. He wormed Kolej Escort his finger slowly into my ass and I returned the favor — we massaged each other’s prostates and the precum was flowing from both of our fountains in short order.

I had plateaued and as pleasurable as his mouth and finger were for me I knew I wouldn’t cum in this position. For some reason I have never been able to cum during soixante-neuf. That was fine by me. I had some other place in mind for my load. Sensing that he was about to blow a load into my gullet, I pulled my mouth away. He groaned in frustration. Ah, youth — so impatient.

“Let’s fuck,” I said. “You want to go first or shall I?”

“Fuck me, Daddy. I want that daddy-dick in my assshole.”

I grabbed the lube from the night stand, having taken the precaution of warming it before my young stud showed up, and got on my back. I poured some lube on the head of my cock and began working it with my fist.

“Lube up and ride me, son,” I said.

“Yeah!” he cried, taking the lube from me and applying some to his bottom. Then he squatted over my stiffy and worked his way down, positioning it just right and then with an intake of breath and a little push, he had accepted the head of my cock into his rectum. The rest went in smoothly and he moaned the whole way down. I pressed upward from the hips to get that last centimeter of penetration and we were joined.

It didn’t take long to get into synch and we were soon fucking in a good rhythm. I love it when a guy rides my dick. His was bouncing up and down in time with his fucking action and I soon captured it with a well lubed fist while my other hand played with his balls. His cock was dribbling a steady stream of cock juice as my own male member prodded his prostate on every stroke. We were both in heaven. I’d like to say that this lasted for quite a while but in truth Cowboy is a stress position and even for a guy in the kind of shape that my young stud was I knew he couldn’t keep it up forever.

“Get on your back,” I ordered and he was OK with that because without saying anything he popped off my cock and flopped on his back, panting. I pulled his ass to the edge of the bed and grabbed his ankles. I spread his legs and pushed them back until his knees were nearly touching the bed spread.

“Hold your legs there,” I ordered. He complied. I re-lubbed my dick and put it back inside of him. It went in easy and felt like butter. I let him put his ankles on my shoulders and I resumed fisting his cock as I worked mine in and out of his ass. When I get into this position it doesn’t take me long to cum.

“You want my cum Yenimahalle Escort in your ass, son?”

“Oh, yeah, Daddy, fill my ass with your daddy juice!”

I closed my eyes and started really banging him. I let go of his cock and used both hands to pull him tighter against me on each stroke. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room along with the scent of man-sex. He was squeezing me with his rectal muscles and I could feel the cum boiling up out of my balls as I went over the edge.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK!”

I felt like my entire being was being sucked out of my dick and into his belly. I was balls deep in his ass and firing blast after blast of salty semen into his colon. He was milking me with a skill I didn’t expect in one so young. Not that I was complaining.

I stroked in and out of him for a while until my erection began to fail and my dick fell out of his now gaping asshole with what should have been a plop. I leaned down and kissed him, gripping his hardon and stroking it.

“You got a load for Daddy,” I whispered in his ear?

“Mmmmmm….yes, Daddy.”

“You want to dump it in Daddy’s mouth or Daddy’s ass?”

“Suck me Daddy. I’m so close. I need to cum so bad my balls are gonna blow up.”

I chuckled and then moved down to where his ragingly tumescent manhood stood straight out from his belly. Gripping it by the base I took his length into my mouth in one go and began sucking it like my life depended on getting at what was in his balls. I like to use my hand as well as my mouth when I’m blowing a guy, especially if I want him to cum, and I was hungry to taste this young man’s sauce. He didn’t make me wait long either.

“Oh, fuck! Daddy, I’m gonna shoot it!”

That was all the warning I got before I felt his dick start to jerk in my sucking mouth and he blew a prodigious load down my throat. He tasted great and I savored every drop of his creamy essence, squeezing with my fist to get every drop. He pulled my mouth off of his cock when the sensations got to intense, as they often do, and I slid back up to where I could kiss him some more. His tongue probed my mouth looking for any leftovers and he found a few drops of his cum on my lips. We didn’t waste it.

We lay together for a few minutes as our heart rates slowed back to near normal levels and we got our breath back. Gentle touches and more kisses were nice afterplay.

I’d like to say that we made love several more times that night, but he had a test the next day (organic chemistry — ugh!) and had to leave. I lay on the bed and watched as he got dressed.

“I come here about once a month,” I said, hopefully, wanting more of this young Adonis.

“You know where to find me, Daddy. I’d love to get together again.”

I stood, still naked, and kissed him once more before he walked out the door. Then I took a shower and went to bed. I was spent. Spent, but smiling. Oh, yes. Young stuff isn’t so bad after all, I thought as my consciousness fled into sleep.

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Chapter 69: Kid’s Day Out

“Mmm…” Adam takes a deep breath as his senses slowly come into awareness. His body begins to stretch as he gives a straining moan, his foot stiffens and reaches outward until it came into contact with another foot. He looks to his side, and smiles as he sees the peeping eyes of his ever-loving boyfriend, “Mmm… Hey you…” He mumbles.

“Hey, Cutie…” Merrick mumbles before closing his eyes again, and rolling over to cuddle up to Adam in bed, before peering those sapphires again to look into those chocolate brown eyes.

“How come it always feels like the first time for the first week you come back?” Adam asked.

“I’ve only gone back to the sea one other time since we met Samudra,” He answers, “Syrinx said that’s what they do too when she comes home: All they do is fuck for a whole week before life gets back to normal.”

“Hahaha, oh God,” Adam puts his hand on his eyes, “And what about that other merman in the pod? Denny? Deidara? Dexter?”

“His name is Deilan, smartass,” Merrick plaps Adam’s chest, “And he lives in Italy, so you can guess how it is with him and HIS girlfriend.”

“Yeah, so what, all they do is fuck for a month?”

“Pfff, hahaha,” Merrick laughs as he casually kisses Adam’s bicep, “I can’t imagine what that must be like, if she’s Catholic, he doesn’t say.”

“Ya know, I’M part Italtian~” Adam says with a waggle of his brows and a playful look of pressing his teeth on a third of his tongue.

“Aren’t you part EVERYTHING?” Merrick jabbed him lightly.

“Eh, part Italian, part Irish, part Russian, some German in there somewhere…” He mumbled, “I’m tellin’ ya, I’m a freakin cocktail mutt, ya know?”

The two of them stay in the bed, looking into each other’s eyes as they rest and giggle softly, “You look good, Merrick…” Adam comments, “You look better than you have in ages…”

“I feel good…” Merrick replies.

“I don’t know what it is…” Adam traces his fingers along Merrick’s cheek, “Looking at you… Just seem like… I dunno, it’s almost like you’re glowing.”

Merrick smiles gently as he feels his lover, “Before I came home yesterday, I ran into my Mother.” Adam’s eyes widen from that.

“Your Mom??” He feels a wave of surprise.

“Yes…” Merrick nodded, “The pod was just leaving these waters, and she must’ve sensed my soul nearby… So she used this shell Yuri made for me to track me down… Just to see me.”

“Oh my God,” Adam adjusts so he’s on his elbow, “What happened?”

“She just…” Merrick smiles as he shrugs, “She missed me, a lot, and… She looked into my eyes, and looked into my soul.” Hearing these sorts of things, what Noitas are able to see, they still give Adam a chill in his spine, “Mother saw all of the things that happened to me… Everything that made me miserable, all the stuff that hurt me…”

Merrick took a deep breath as he shakes his head, “Adam, I can’t tell you how ashamed I was of myself to even look at her after everything that’s happened… I felt like I wasn’t worthy to even see her… My own Mother…”

“Oh babe…” Adam gently cupped his cheek.

“It’s ok… It’s all ok now…” He looks up with a smile, “She did what any mother should be able to do: She kissed me and made everything better.” Adam gives a happy smile to him, “I’ve hurt so much, held onto so much pain and anguish… And then she showed me the light.”

“Showed you the light?” Adam asked, “How do you mean?”

“She… She saw, all of the things that made me suffer,” Merrick said, “Saw how torn-up and dark my soul had become.”

“Babe, no,” Adam sat up and gently put his hands onto his boyfriend, “You’re not dark, sweetie, you’re not dark-“

“Adam,” Merrick softly pushes Adam’s hand off of him, “Dark doesn’t mean evil or cursed… Or, yes, it does mean cursed, but yeah. It just meant that my emotions weren’t as functional or effective as they used to be. That’s all.” He sighed as he also sat up, “My point is that… My mind and my heart has always been plagued by all the stuff that’s happened to me…” He gestured, “When we broke up… When I nearly died when the blood of the earth poisoned me… When I was banished… My fear of the Capricorn… My very health declining from dehydration… When we were kidnapped by the Agency… As well, as all this time, I feel like I deceived and lied to everyone I loved…”

“Oh baby…” Adam put his hand on Merrick’s arm.

“I just… I ignored looking at the bright side of things, so my heart just felt so heavy and clouded. Like you humans say, I didn’t look for the ‘Silver-Lining’ because I was too busy trying to keep myself together after all that’s happened.”

“So… What did your Mom do exactly?”

Merrick smiled as he rubbed his own arm, “She reminded me all of the good things I have going for me…” He chuckled, “Or rather, she infused her aura into mine, and gave new life to my memories like a sunrise. Like…” He gestured again, “When we broke up, and I was lost in the oil spill, you came Eryaman Escort for me…” A tear rolled from Merrick’s eye, without him showing any indication of crying or sobbing – just a sparkling drop coming down, “I broke your heart as well as mine, and you saved me, and you never left my side, even though I said every word to hurt you…”

“I love you Merrick…” Adam wiped the tear off of Merrick’s cheek, “Even before I knew about the Red Moon stuff, I’m always going to come for you…”

“I know… And I didn’t bother to remember that until my Mother showed me…” He smiled, “Another large pain was when I was exiled… Adam, I lost everything in one night… My Father thought I would straighten up and reform if he brought my trail to question, but I ended up leaving… When all was said and done, I still had one place where I was welcome, I… You, Jamal, Yuri… You all were my net when I fell…”

“That’s…” Adam chuckled weakly, “That’s what we do, babe… We stick together…” He’s really not sure what to say while Merrick processes this.

“And then, heh…” Merrick continued, “You know about my health, and the Capricorn scare… It just seems silly now… Me being terrified of the ocean because I was afraid the Capricorn was going to kill me.”

“There’s no way you could’ve known that.” Adam shook his head.

“Yeah, but… Eheheh, the Coshiton Triton himself had to come to me to tell me to stop being a wuss-“

“Merrick,” Adam lightly punched Merrick’s arm, “You’re doing it again, and you know it. You had the option of staying on land longer, while the other Coshitons have always been in the ocean. You had nothing else to go on.”

“Heheheh… Alright, you got me there.” Merrick said, “And then the Agency.”

“Ok now,” Adam put his hand on Merrick’s chest, “You’re not going to tell me that there’s a good thing coming out of that.”

“No.” Merrick shook his head, “That… That was what humans may call a living hell… It’s what came after it.” Merrick said, “When Jamal, Yuri, your Grandma… Even Belinda, someone I can barely tolerate, I was so happy to see her… And despite everything, we were free in the end, and I put an end to the man responsible for everything… And that’s all I’m gonna say about it.”

“Ok…” He went in, and kissed him.

“It’s just so… Overwhelming, you know?” Merrick said. His arms held onto his own arms as he shook and bowed his head, “Adam, I missed her so much, you can’t even imagine…”

“C’mere,” Adam scooted in, and hugged him. Merrick unfurled his arms, and hugged him back.

“I’m ok…” Merrick mumbled, “I’m a lot better now…” They stayed together for a few moments, before they parted.

“Lets go shower. I still feel grungy from yesterday.”

“Ok~” Merrick smiled as he gets up with him.

~~~

“Mmmmhhhhh~” If Arnaav was a cat, he would be purring endlessly, surrounded in the very large, thick, soft sail that female human gave him to sleep in on the couch. Every inch of his small body feels so warm snuggly in this cocoon of fluffy goodness.

“Hm?” He hears something. He looks up, and see the tan, slightly hairy human male creeping in the hallway, giggling as he holds Merrick’s hand as they grin, both of them naked and looking giddy as they disappear into a doorway into an unknown room.

“Huh?” The boy tilts his head curiously as more questions pop into his little head when he hears a strange, rain-like noise start to run inside the closed door.

~~~

Adam steps into the glass shower shortly before Merrick, smiling ear to ear as he presses his body against the other under the cascade of warm water after closing the shower door. Merrick giggles as he frot their limb penises together as they hugged, feeling a keen tug from within the middle of his dick as they rubbed each other under the hot shower.

Merrick kissed Adam’s lips playfully, prompting Adam to open his mouth and pull on his moist mouth with a smooth suckle. Adam’s tongue licked onto Merrick’s teeth just before touching the other wet sliver, and then proceeding to lick the broadside of Merrick’s tongue.

The merman licked in under Adam’s tongue as their lips pressed firmly against one another. They parted the kiss with a luscious pop before Adam licks up Merrick’s neck, and then gnawed on his cheek. Merrick smiles and laughs as Adam licks and tastes along his cheek, before gently holding onto the sides of his head and gluing his lips to the other.

Merrick moans as Adam’s tongue rubbed the roof of his mouth and the side of the other tongue, while Merrick reaches down, and grins as he feels Adam’s rock-hard shaft, and breaking the kiss to look down.

“Damn, you’re fuckin throbbing already?” Merrick growls as he squeezes Adam’s mighty erection.

“I haven’t cum in a week before last night,” Adam huffs, “And God, you’re just so fuckin fine.” He turns Merrick around, and forces him against the tile wall.

He grabs the bottle of body wash, Sincan Escort and applies a large, green glob of Green Apple Splash onto Merrick’s backside. When the liquid soap reached to his dick, Adam rubbed his rod into those mounds, scrubbing into Merrick’s crack with his manhood, while also rubbing the wash onto Merrick’s back, and then onto groping and squeezing those heavenly buttcheeks, not even bothering to grab the scrub pad.

His hands massage that bubble butt to bring out the fruity-smelling foam, and proceeded to squish those healthy, jiggly mounds in on his raging cock, puckering hi slips and hissing as he humped in the swamp of green-tinted bubbles.

The suds drips from those peachy globes, as well as Adam’s soaked balls as Adam rubs his sack up Merrick’s carwash caboose, while his dick trails up Merrick’s back. Adam grabs his rock-hard member, and tucks it down under.

“Mmnn~” Merrick bites his lower lip as his thighs rub around that hard dong.

“Back that up on me, babe~” Adam says as his hands go to those hips. Merrick smooshes his soapy butt against Adam’s pelvic region, and grinds his ass into him, “Mmm, yeah, that’s what I’m talking about~” Adam smoothly undulates himself to rub and dangle Merrick’s soft testicles around with his log, while the foam soaks into Adam’s pubs.

Adam turns Merrick back around, and strokes his sud-covered dick before moving in, and tucking it under Merrick’s ballsack again, bringing them closer together, and kissing his cheek lusciously.

“Oooh, yeah~” Merrick grins as he locks his mouth with the other as his own boner meets with Adam’s wet Happy Trail while that fat log pushes back and forth along his loose orbs. Adam’s hips rolled and humped gracefully in front of Merrick as his most naughty part makes them both feel dirty and clean at the same time.

They break the kiss for Adam to turn around, and start soaping his own ass. Merrick watches with hunger as those hands circle and wash that perfectly fuzzy rump, stroking himself as he gives that ass an occasional pat. Adam dips down as if he dropped the soap, and smoothly curves upward before him, still scrubbing his manly booty by systematically working his fingers to dig into his anus, and palming his own cheeks. Adam grins as his cock twitches between his legs, over his free-hanging nuts as he bends over slightly, and spreads his legs.

“How about we clean every inch of me~?” Adam asks with a grin, wiggling his butt back and forth, dripping with light green foam.

“Mmmm, fuck yeah~” Merrick walks behind him and holds him upright as he grins himself against Adam as the soap runs down their legs. Merrick grabs both firm buttocks, and gives them a squeeze. Adam smiles wide as he feels Merrick thoroughly fondle and rub his buttcheeks in firm, circular motions, before a hot fluff pulses in his chest as Merrick’s hands dig deeper between his intimate areas.

“H-Hoh God…” Adam gasps as he feels Merrick rub and juggle his nuts with the apple lather. “FFfff, ooooh~” Adam arches his back as those fingers massage and glide around his balls.

After some of the soap was rinsed off, Adam snickers, and starts to laugh as he feels Merrick’s face in his undercarriage. Adam reaches down to masturbate while Merrick nuzzles his testicles with his nose. Adam spreads his legs wider to allow Merrick to turn and lick his free-hanging danglers. Adam chuckles as he looks down to see Merrick nip and bounce his balls around with his mouth.

“Ahh~ Oooh~” Adam shudders as that tongue glides on the backside of his ballsac before taking one orb into his mouth for a brief suckle, and then the other one, before laying a hot kiss onto that tender batter pouch.

Merrick stands back up behind Adam, and went in to give a hot love bite on the back of his neck. His arms feel around Adam’s torso as Adam leans his head back, closing his eyes and gaping his mouth open as he lets his lover hug and feel him, his dick feeling extremely hard as he waits for Merrick to penetrate him as that hard rod grinds deep along Adam’s hot crack.

“WHOA! Water??” Comes a young voice.

“AHH!” Adam jumbled as he and Merrick immediately parted, and his back pressed against the cold tile wall.

“Is that actually hot rain as well as a warm mist?!” Arnaav asked with wonder.

“Oh fuck!” Adam’s hands dive down to his erect crotch to cover himself as he sees the kid in the bathroom. He whips his head around, and grabs Yuri’s large, fancy bottle of Precious Pink Lily body wash, and holds it over his groin.

“A-Arnaav!” Merrick fumbles around for a moment, trying to find a way to cover his hard-on, before findally finding a washcloth, and hiding himself as he stepped out, “Get out! Quickly!”

“Wait! Merrick!” Arnaav yelps as he is forced outside of the bathroom, “I don’t understand!” The door flies shut before they can say anything. Merrick huffs with a deep sigh as he walks back into the shower, dripping wet as the two of them now share a very awkward Etlik Escort silence.

“Umm… S-Soap is a uh… Bad lubricant anyway…” Adam says, his penis slowly drooping as he put the round, jewel-capped pink lather back up.

“Oh my God, I can’t even right now.” Merrick says as he presses his palms to his own face, his chest pounding with bewilderment.

~~~

“Huh? Wha’s goin on?” Jamal says as he looks out his bedroom door, wearing a white undershirt and jersey shorts. He sees the nude kid standing at the bathroom door, looking sad and scared, “Lil man? What happened? Uh-” He holds his hand up to obstruct his vision of Arnaav’s body. It is REALLY weird to have a naked child running around.

“I think M-Merrick is mad at me.” Arnaav whimpered, “I heard rain, and I went to see it. He and his mate were holding each other, and then Merrick pushed me out.” His eyes watered, “I don’t understand.”

“It’s-… Ah, ya know… Jus… Gah, hang on.” Jamal goes back into his room, and comes back out with a T-shirt with an orange and yellow sunset design on it, “Could you put this on real quick?”

“Ok…” Jamal walks over, and slips the garment over the young lad, seeing the shirt reach to the top of his knees, “There we go.” He nodded.

“I-I’m scared, Merrick’s really angry at me.” Arnaav panicked, “I don’t know what I did…”

“Hey, hey, it’s aight, lil man.” Jamal squats down, and puts his hands onto Arnaav, “Don’t worry bout it, you ok, man. He ain’t mad, it’s ok.”

“B-But he yelled at me.” Arnaav trembled, “He was just to loud and fast, I didn’t-“

“Aight, aight, calm down now. C’mon, les go.” Jamal walks the boy into the living room, before he gasped at seeing the golden dog on the couch, where he was sleeping, “Down, Sals, go on.” Jamal snapped his fingers and pointed. Sally obediently hops off the couch, and pushed through the doggie door. Jamal has Arnaav sit down, before taking a seat himself, “Aight, now I git that you new here. And there’s a lotta weird stuff that you’re not used to, ok?”

“Mhm… W-Who are you again?”

“Jamal. Yo name’s Arnie, right?”

“Arnaav.”

“Aight, got it.” Jamal nods, “First thing. You know that place you just walked into? Where Merrick and Adam where?” He nods, “That place is called the bathroom. That’s where people go to clean themselves, and do they bidness. You don’t ever go into a bathroom when the door is closed, without knocking first. Got it?”

“But why? If it’s only cleaning, I don’t see why it is such a problem.”

“Same reason why we don’t walk around nekkid alla time. People don’t like gettin weird with their bodies with other people watchin. Which comes to the next rule: No matta what, ya always gotta be wearin somethin – like dat shirt,” Jamal plucked at the sleeve, “Or, psshh!” He chuckles as he picks up Arnaav’s discarded shorts, “Or some shorts, aight? Ya gotta remember to cover-up.”

“This is so annoying!” Arnaav pouted, “In the sea, merfolk don’t need to hide themselves so much like that!”

“Aheheh, I know, but we ain’t merfolk, lil man. And if you gonna be stayin here, ya gotta follow some rules. Ya dig?”

“I… What?” The slang totally flies over his head.

“Aheheh,” Jamal chuckles, “Do you understand, what I meant to say.”

“Yes…” Arnaav nods, not knowing why he just couldn’t ask that in the first place.

“Heh, aight, aight,” Jamal gets up, and signals for the kid to follow him, “C’mon, make ya some French Toast b’fore I leave fo work.” Arnaav hops from the couch, and trots over with him.

~~~

“So what do you wanna do about Arnaav?” Adam asks as Merrick puts on his Lovers uniform, “I don’t think he should be home all alone, and I don’t think he should come with YOU to work, considering all the wall-to-wall sex stuff.”

“I think he’d be ok,” Merrick says while Adam gets ready to go too, “He’s with Roxas and Sally. Merman can talk to animals, remember?”

“Roxas is a cat that doesn’t even know him, and Sally is still barely older than a puppy,” Adam said, “And in case you didn’t know, humans have a big issue with leaving kids under the age of 13 to be alone in the house.”

“Alright, how bout Yuri? They seem to get along.”

“Yuri’s either at the college for classes, or at the hospital for hands-on experience. She’ll be too busy to really know he’s there, and he might get into trouble if he has no idea how to function in the human world.”

“Ok, what’s Jamal doing today then?”

“By what I hear, its freight day at the Waltz, he’s going to be busy all the time. Besides, you know as well as I do that they don’t like kids there at all, Steve is still peeved you had him let Arnaav in.”

“Fine, then why don’t YOU take him?” Merrick says.

“Me?” Adam blinks, “Are you sure, after that fiasco in the shower?”

“He didn’t see anything, Adam,” Merrick says, “If anything, he’s probably wondering why we were so mad about him seeing us at all in a miniature rain.”

“I guess I could take him with me…” Adam pondered, “If Captain doesn’t mind.”

“He won’t. I brought him there looking for you, and he just laughed off when Arnaav got into the shrimp at one of the stands at the Fish House market.”

“Ok, sounds good.” Adam nods as they both head out of the room, and into the living room, to see Jamal and Arnaav eating their breakfast.

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Polite notice. This story contains scenes of a sexual nature featuring two or more adult men over 18. These are entirely fictional but with a basis in actual events. Any names of individuals or places have been changed. If you are under the age of 18 or you have objection to reading materials of this kind, leave now.

***

It had been one of those evenings, on one of those business trips, in one of those climate-controlled, city hotels hotels. You could be anywhere on the planet.

My habit of discharging my duties towards client and employer and then turning my attention to my need to discharge a load with a willing partner. As often before, this quest had led again and again to a long list of time-waster, shy youth, prick teasing flirt, fearful closet case and, in one instance, a man who, just about to set off for my room, became so over-excited during our negotiations he popped his wad and lost interest.

After you have wined and dined a client and made your escape to cruise the street or trawl the hook-up app for a few hours, it gets too late for local guys to just pop round for a session and this particular night, in the end, it took a good deal of persuasion to get a horny guy to get out of his bed at 2 in the morning and walk the block to my hotel from his apartment.

Edging for a couple of hours, sifting through potential fuck buddies can sometimes be a rewarding sexual experience in itself but I needed to fuck real bad, so when I went down to the lobby to meet my man and bring him to my room I was greatly disappointed to see that the goods on arrival were a long way from those in the online description.

Now some guys get so horny they can screw anything. It doesn’t work that way for me. I am careful to choose only profiles of guys in maturity, with a fit body plenty of muscle and body hair, good powerful legs and arse. It sounds egotistical to say that I do usually find what I can work with in this way, ok but I do. So I must be offering what they want on these occasions, perhaps by offering an easy way to get it and be done.

I can’t say my thoroughness worked on this occasion, a combination of tiredness and disappointment perhaps. My mark turned out to be a tall, pale, skinny guy, next to no body hair, and a simpering, camp voice. As near as could be to the opposite of what I had seen in his profile and what floats my boat, sexually. I should have blanked him in the hotel lobby but at almost 2:30 in the morning, he’d got up, dressed and walked around here to have some kind of sexual encounter with me so I felt an obligation to try my best. I took him in, I shucked out of my clothes wishing to get it over and get to bed.

He proceeded to douche in my bathroom, giving me a running commentary through the half open door, while I tried desperately to keep a hard on.

His body oder was rank. Ordinarily, I love the smell of man. It’s a kind of talisman for me of what sex is for. This was stale, fetid, sickly and included the traces of old nicotine and tobacco smoke.

I fucked his face with no enthusiasm trying for as little other body contact as possible. To be fair to himhis skills as a cock sucker could not be faulted. He was in love with my cock and greedily gulped it down again and again and between whiles begging me to fuck his arse. Ordinarily, I am very oral myself and love to gobble a man’s arse before I fuck him, however, in this instance out came the lube and with a quick, thick, unceremonious left thumb, which brought forth a yelp of discomfort, I sumarily prepped his hole.

Potent and sizeable though my cock is, I’m a lover not an abuser and I take no pleasure in hurting people with my sexual organ. Very often, after my preliminary chewing, sucking and tongue fucking of a man’s arse, they are a quivering jelly of lust, pleading for my fuckstick and deliriously happy for me to slide my todger into them with my usual care. It has a streamlined head and if my magical oral massage has relaxed the recipiant as it should the entry is more thrill than discomfort, although they often underestimate the girth at the base as it bottoms out in their guts, it’s usually a pleasant surprise and a gasp of satisfaction. It’s no monster-cock and I’m not interested in prissy queens who just have to have the big cock man. You can tell, I think, my mind was inclined to wander.

This was an artless coupling. I turned him over and left him face down, whereas I like to fuck face to face if possible. I pointed my less Cebeci Escort than enthusiastic penis at his anus and with no thrill whatever, I slowly buried it up to my bollocks in his corpse. Thankfully, after only a few minutes, which seemed like way more, he squirted a miserable jizz on the hand towel I had placed under him.

He was obviously disappointed I hadn’t cum but I explained that I’d have to make out with the wife in the morning and she’d be suspicious if I couldn’t seed her. He accepted this rapidly improvised lie with a look of disgust, gathering up his clothes and we headed for the door. It was almost 3 in the morning and I escorted him asIwas, stark naked but for a stainless steel cock ring, my hard cock swinging ahead of me, out into the quiet corridor, waving him off as cheerily as I could.

As he reached it, the fire door at the end of the corridor, swung open.

A stocky, thick set man dressed in a business suit, early 40s, emerged. He politely held open the door for my departing guest without a hint of surprise, then strode confidently in my direction, did a kind of double-take as he lookedahead a broad, toothy smile lit up his face. Not only that I was naked but, thanks to the restraint of the cock ring, my fat semi-hard on was in no hurry to go down. I was frozen to the spot in shock but with his sparkling eyes and broad grin he made it abundantly clear that he liked what he saw.

As a declaration of intent, he loosened his tie and struggled to undo his top shirt button as he stepped closer, his eyes locked on mine. Not tall by any means and not comfortable in a business suit either, he had the kind of massive physicality that belonged in overalls, other loose fitting work clothes or nothing at all. Clearly he was now feeling way over-dressed.He paced the carpeted, anonymous conduit between these identical rooms with the confidence of a well seasoned travelling salesman but he looked more like a labourer, awkward in a once a year suit. Twinling, dark eyes, a dark stubble, cleft chin and a goofy gap between his two front teeth instantly clicked up bonus points during the micro-seconds of instinctive appraisal as he approached. He put a broad hand brazenly over my cock shaft, wrapped as much of it as he could in his strong fist and marched straight past my astonished self, into my room, tugging me behind as the door swung closed with an almost inaudible hush.

He turned to me, reached up behind my head and pulled me into a passionate tongue-wrestling session which left me quite breathless. I opened his shirt blindly and slipped my hands inside to stroke is warm flesh, delighted by the rug of thick body hair and the hard, muscular flesh that greeted my hands. The guy was ripped. I carefully disposed of his tie during our lip-locked engagement and we removed his shirt in a gleeful combination of grunts laughs and slobbering kisses. His arse felt so round and tight and his thighs so heavily developed it was immediately obvious he was one of those stocky fellas who fitted into a regime of heavy gym training as if it was the most natural thing in the world. He murmured approvingly as I explored his mouth with my tongue and his butt with hands.

During the grappling, more clothing was shed and he was standing in his boxers in the lobby entrance of my room, a thick, stumpy protrusion showing in the swelling his reciprocation of my own arousal, his remaining clothes lay around his ankles and he was still wearing his shoes. It was a magnificent sight for all it’s slapstick comedy value. I pulled away to view the whole thing, nodding my approval at the muscular mass of him, in return, he modestly spread his hands and shrugged. The dark halo of body hair enveloping all exposed areas caught the light from the beside lamps beyond him and I blessed my luck for the gift that fate had brought me in such dire circumstances. His response was to beckon me back to him with a look of unmistakeable longing.

I needed to wash my cock and was self conscious that it was, just a few moments before, embedded in another man’s guts. My new friend having already shown his willingness to play with it, I didn’t want to press on without offering it to him in a clean condition. I told him this and he looked at me blankly. Fool that I am, he didn’t speak English. I motioned towards the bathroom and the confusion left his face, I smiled and turned to put on the bathroom light and in another comic moment he Kolej Escort tried to follow me before realising in a stupor of lust and late night fatigue that his feet were still hobbled by clothes.

In the bathroom mirror I watched as I washed, he uncovered his shoes and, bent double as he was, I could see his magnificent shoulders and his back as broad as a barn door all downy with the same dark pelt. I’d never seen muscles ripple across a man’s body while he untied shoe laces and I was agog at how beautiful it was. Kicking his shoes aside, he looked up to see my smiling face in the mirror and laughed at his own predicament. He swiftly swept down his shorts punted everything else aside and was as naked as I had been in the corridor, saving his black socks which were obviously not going to hinder his enjoyment of our coupling. He padded in behind me and pressed his warm fur covered flesh to my back as I dried my genitals, wrapping his immensely powerful arms around my torso. I felt the unmatched pleasure of another man’s tackle prodding me between my legs and I purred with pleasure as his broad fingers tenderly brushed at my tough but oh-so sensitive nipples. My throbbing cock now over engorged inside it’s ring of steel and my balls straining after all the earlier teasing I had given them, I was exploding with desire for this extraordinary stranger. Once again he tugged on my organ to encourage me to turn to him and, going down on one knee, he expertly took the huge, hardened purple-red head between his outstretched lips, and I watched it disappear into his rugged, stubbly face, first into his moist hot mouth, where he gargled and tickled it and then, with a gulp and much to my surprise, straight down into his tight throat pressing his hands into and between my arse cheeks and burying his face hard into my groin.

It was electrifying. The total opposite of my previous encounter. I was in heaven and my eyes rolled back in my head as his throat muscles massaged the length of my hot shaft. His mischievous eyes twinkled with humour as he looked up into my face. Mine filled with tears as I struggled to hold onto the top of my head in my excitement. I stroked his sandpaper chin and marvelled at his thick, thick stubbly neck, running my hand over his quivering adam’s apple where my cock was in torment. In the porn videos, it’s a dominant top trying to choke a submissive sucker, in my case I was trying to withdraw before he made me cum but it was too late he’d gripped my arse tight, the thick index finger of his right hand tickled the rim of my hole, caught in his iron grip of his passion he got his way, pressing his digit into my tender flesh, I felt my hole immediately strangling his finger tip and my wad exploded, pulse after pulse down his gullet and into his waiting stomach. His face was a picture of pleasure and contentment. His throat gave a thunderous growl of satisfaction accompanied by a blast of air into my loins.

I recovered my wits, as he finally released me to suck in a breath and allowed my length to slowly slide back out and into the air, before lunging back into my pubic hair, I could see his own copious juices skate across the vinyl covered floor between my feet. He then contentedly lapped at my spent organ, tickling the shaft and lovingly slurped my head back into his mouth, working the tipof his tongue into my piss-slit as I quaked at the knees in response to his titanic suction seduction.

It was 3:15 am and long past my bed time and I’m happy to say that within a few moments I lay in my bed, at last. However, sleep was not yet to be had as my anonymous companion clambered up and squatted over my face so that I buried my face happily in the musky darkness of his arse crack and here was the delicious scent I loved warm, homely, everything a man should be. It was my turn to pull him in as I encouraged him closer and closer to allow my tongue further penetration. He gargled and snorted in wordless pleasure, wriggling his butt for more and more access and titillation from my lips tongue and teeth. This is absolutely my favourite treat and despite the lateness of the hour and just having pumped a mother-load into his throat, my cock was rock hard again and I was delighted to see that his arse was as eager for my meat as his mouth had been.

Somehow, I was ging to have to go to work, bow legged and deprived of sleep, later in the morning. So reluctantly, after about five minutes of munching on Yenimahalle Escort his anus, I rolled him off me, wrestled him into a big hug and kissed him deeply once more before hoisting those powerful legs up to get a better approach for my planned penetration. Although his body was so thickly muscled he lacked nothing in flexibility and, seeing my intention, grabbed his ankles and made a marvellous splits as, once more, I dove in to harpoon him with my tongue and get some of natures favourite lubricant in there. The pleading look on his face, his hirsuit rack of abs tightly crunched beyond the welcoming V shape he formed with his arms and legs in readiness for my mounting him. I was truly on fire.

Throating his cock a few times and making him squeal with pleasure, I triggered that special gooey saliva that mother nature provides for those occasions when there’s no KY jelly. He whimpered and cooed as I burrowed in, then as I began slurping it into the supple sex shute which pouted and wrinkled as I licked, chewed and sucked to his immense pleasure. My member already dribbling pre-cum in it’s expectation of more action.

Gently and carefully this time, I pushed the huge purple head into that tender opening, his eyes wide, smiling all the while and nodding approval, his masculine mouth widening into an O in sympathy with his other hole stretching with the girth of my glans, he threw back his head as I felt his sphincter snap closed around my shaft and the O at his lips turned into a long, pinched, oval, shape, his huge chest heaved and stuttered as he exhaled gusts of expressive hot breath when the long, deeply veined, tapering shaft of my pork sword slid fully into his soft silken scabbard. Incredible.

He wrapped the downy vice of his great thighs and herculean calves around me and held me tight, reaching up to bring me into another long probing kiss, our bodies totally united. Putting his arms around my neck, he lifted himself completely from the bed and I felt the full weight of him as he hung impaled by my cock and tongue and it was, to my amazement, effortless. He rocked back and forth, pleasuring in the pulsating erection I had embedded in his body, his own cock throbbing against my flat, furry belly, both of us no doubt thankful that the pressure of our earlier longing was already spent and we could relax and enjoy this amazing momentoferotic bliss.

I lowered him to the mattress once more and slowly withdrew until my dick head passed that clasping, grasping sphincter and kept it just moving in and out at that point where the tight band of muscle opens and closes over the flare of the glans. The heat and indescribable sensory connection of such a movement between two men who are totally physically and mentally focussed together is a rare experience and I revelled in it, watching the transfiguration of his ecstatic features as he wallowed in our lust and met my movements with his own subtle re-alignment every so often nodding with an affirmative frown and smile unique to sexual satisfaction, accompanied by a tensing of the jaw as a particular twinge of pleasure rippled up through that extraordinary torso.

How peaceful. How perfectly balanced on the edge of ecstasy. How sweet his mouth and arse to me, how sweet my cock and tongue to him. It could and should have been hours of sensual lovemaking but in reality it was no more than a few precious minutes. I stroked and tweaked his brown bud nipples through the dense tangle of black hair covering his great pectoral muscles. I kissed him hard and picked up the pace of our slow rocking fuck. He took my cue, grabbed hold of my own nipples, at which I snorted loudlywith pleasure and he knew instinctively this would be my trigger. Rolling and pinching them between his strong thumbs and fingers he increased the intensity of his nipple-play. I in turn, tugged and pinched a little harder and I could feel his arse clamped down, spasming and rippling on my rod. I knew this was it.

I felt as if on the edge of a great precipice, high and hard and that I could drive my cock and cum through a brick wall if I had to. My shoulders pumped, my chest full to bursting, my loins banging against his arse and him hanging on for dear life with thumbs and forefingers to my man tits. In a boiling storm of physical and emotional sensations, I bust my nut into his bowels and his second orgasm squirted out, sticky and sweet between us as we collided again and again whimpering and muttering out our combined pleasure, gulping and gasping at the air around us, desperately snatching kisses and each other’s breath. He laughed as my body flopped down onto him and we rolled onto our side still locked together, lip, legs, arms cock and arse, as if cemented by our hot love juice.

There we lay until the daylight crept in around the curtains. I was so in love.

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Chapter One

“You said you wanted to know when the bitch dropped them. And if you want to see them before I put them down, you’d better get over here fast.”

Clyde had jolted Ken out of a deep sleep. It had been a rough day. Classes at the college, followed by football practice. Then he had to stop at the pharmacy on the way home and pick up Laurie’s prescriptions and tend to her needs and get a meal ready for her. And then straight over to Clyde’s to help with Daisy. She was about to whelp and was having a difficult time with it. He thought Clyde was breeding her too close together. But that was Clyde. Always the bottom line with Clyde.

Ken was in such a hurry to get out of bed and over to Clyde’s, up the block from his mom’s house, that all he did was pull on his jeans and pause at Laurie’s bedroom door to make sure she was sleeping OK before he left.

Good thing he checked, because she had a live cigarette lying on the nightstand. It wasn’t close to anything flammable, but one never knew. It was close to an open bottle of bourbon standing on the floor between the bed and the nightstand, though. If the cigarette had dropped in there, chances were Laurie’s bed would go up in flames—with her in it.

As much as Laurie demanded of him, Ken wouldn’t want anything like that to happen to her. She was the only one he had left in the world in the way of family. And family had always been important to Ken.

Laurie coughed in her sleep and turned away from Ken as he stubbed the cigarette out in an overflowing ashtray and picked up the bourbon bottle. He had half a notion to pour it out and tell her in the morning she’d drunk it all. But they couldn’t afford it, and Ken knew she’d just open another bottle—or send out for another one. Ken couldn’t get the booze for her, but that’s what she kept Suzy around for—why she still held onto Suzy as her last friend. She didn’t need the friends so much as someone to buy her booze for her.

Ken exploded out of the house and padded up toward Clyde’s along the grass lawns in his bare feet.

Clyde lived in the original farmhouse that had been on this tract of land, where cheap bungalows had been built as close together as county code would permit around the farmhouse. Clyde had kept a sizable chunk of the land running back of his house, though, including the original barn area, where he’d installed fenced pens and a couple of dog runs. He had pens inside the barn too, and an office.

Clyde bred Labrador Retrievers. And Ken had been helping him part time since he was a junior in high school. Ken had been there when Daisy was born, and she was his favorite of all the Labs Clyde kept.

Clyde wasn’t big on affection with his dogs—for him they were just dollar signs—or debits. When they got to be debits, he had them put down. He wasn’t sentimental about them. Half the reason Ken stayed with Clyde was because he didn’t want that to happen to Daisy. When she came close to that, Ken wanted to be there to tell Clyde he’d take her, which would be less trouble to Clyde than putting her down.

Ken had tried to provide the dogs with what Clyde wouldn’t. Clyde worked him hard in the few hours he paid him for, but Ken had stayed on for extra hours and given the dogs exercise and affection. Daisy had been the one that returned the most affection to him.

When it was time for Ken to go away to college, he’d had several options, having been a state standout on the football field and an outstanding student as well. But there were impediments to him leaving home. It was just he and his mother—had been for years, his father having died in a trucking accident on a snowy mountain road—and his mother was plagued with illnesses real, imagined, and self-induced and was incapable of taking care of herself. She also was a holy terror to anyone else who tried to help her other than Ken, which was one reason her circle of friends was down to just Suzy, who wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer and would just as easily accidentally kill Laurie as to keep her going. And another big reason Ken couldn’t leave for college was Daisy and the other Labs at Clyde’s.

Ken knew if he didn’t help give the dogs at Clyde’s some attention and affection, no one else would. Ken even could have gotten some better jobs, ones with better pay and better hours. But then there wouldn’t be anyone to help take care of the dogs. And Ken liked working with the dogs.

As fast as Ken had rocketed out of the house and displayed his running skills in covering the distance between his house and Clyde’s at three in the morning, he wasn’t in time. Daisy was already dead when he got there.

She’d whelped five pups, two of them stillborn, in a wrenching delivery during which she hemorrhaged so much blood that she had lost the ability to sustain her strength.

Ken found her lying on a gunny sack in one of the pens in the barn, all five pups around her. She was alone. Clyde was off in another part of the barn, running water into a galvanized tub the size of a small bathtub.

Ken knelt beside Daisy and ran his hands across her cooling body. He lowered his face to her neck and Çankaya Escort cried. He’d seen dogs die here before at Clyde’s. But none of them had been Daisy. Daisy had been born the first day he’d come to work for Clyde, back when he was barely out of elementary school and felt he needed a job because his father had just died. It was the first day Ken had seen the wonders of another living being coming into the world. He’d followed her all through what was an entirely too short life. She had been bred too close together. He knew that.

“Sorry, Daisy,” he mumbled through his tears. “I should have been here. Oh, god, I wished I had been here.” He sniffed and then continued, “But don’t you worry. I’ll take good care of your pups.”

That’s when he looked up to see that Clyde was reaching down and had the tiniest of the pups, the runt, by the scruff of the neck, was lifting it from where it had instinctively been trying to find a nipple, and carrying it toward the tub of water.

“What? Whatayer doin’, Mr. Snepp?”

“Putting them down. They’ve got to be put down.”

“No! Why.”

“There’s no bitch around ready to take them on. They have to be put down.”

“No, no, you can’t. Please.”

“I’m not taking care of them,” he said. And with the hand he wasn’t holding the new-born puppy with Clyde put a hold on Ken’s shoulder and let it move down to where he was palming Ken’s shoulder blade.

That was when Ken realized he had only come out in jeans. The palm of Clyde’s hand on his back felt hot, and at the same time Ken felt shivers raiding out of the center of that and down his spine. He could tell by the look Clyde was giving him that this had not been a good idea. Not a good idea at all. Clyde had been increasingly showing interest in Ken—the kind of interest Ken didn’t want shown to him by Clyde, although he’d been doing so ever since Ken had turned eighteen.

There was a time when Ken had substituted Clyde as a father figure, when Ken’s life at home was rotten, and he needed someone to confide in. Then Clyde had been all sympathy and compassion. That hadn’t been the real Clyde, though. Clyde had been interested in being more than a father to Ken even then. And Ken had let it slip—what his interests and inclinations were. And this had fit into Clyde’s plans perfectly. Ken had even told him about Lawrence—the friend who lived further up the block and had gone through school with Ken and then enrolled in the same local college and played on the same football team.

All of this had been a bad mistake. Not that it was a mistake that Ken had Lawrence—but that it dovetailed so well with the desires and plans that Clyde had of his own. If it weren’t for the dogs—especially Daisy—needing Ken, he would have left Clyde’s employ—and plans—a year ago, when Clyde first made it clear that he wanted Ken to sleep with him.

“Please, Mr. Snepp. Please. You can’t. These are Daisy’s pups. We can’t.”

“I don’t have the time or inclination to take care of them and wean them, Ken. It’s got to be done.”

Ken looked behind Clyde and saw the tub of water and knew what that was for.

“No, you don’t have to, Mr. Snepp. Daisy was good stock—so was the sire, General Crisp. They can pay for themselves. The pups can pay out. I . . . I’ll take care of them. I’ll wean them.”

“You don’t know what you’d be signing up to, Ken. They’d have to be fed every couple of hours for weeks. You’d have to be here almost constantly.”

Ken felt Clyde’s hand on his back tremble a bit when he said that.

“You’d have to be here frequently in the day and than a couple of times at night, too,” Clyde said as he hunched down more over Ken and his hand slid down Ken’s spine and his fingers went under the waistband of Ken’s jeans. Ken heard the intake of breath when Clyde discovered Ken was wearing nothing else under the jeans.

Ken knew the avenue he’d have to take. He’d always known that Clyde could be controlled with the hint of sexual contact. Clyde was a touchy feeling kind of guy, and this hadn’t been the first time Ken had his hand run down his bare back like this. And Clyde could be mean and brusque with the people working for him, but he’d always been nice to Ken—as long as Ken hadn’t balked at having Clyde touch him.

“I’ll do it, Mr. Snepp. I’ll take care of them. I’ll make sure I’m here every couple of hours. I’ll take care of everything.” Ken straightened his back, giving Clyde an eyeful of his well-developed chest and gave him a doe-eyed little smile. He could see that it sent chills through Clyde’s body. Ken knew he had won.

“Well, OK. But if you can’t keep up with them, they’ll have to be put down.” He leaned back over and let the runt drop beside its dead mother’s body again. “You’ll find formula over in the supply room. I don’t think you can manage it, but you can try.”

“I can. You’ll see.”

“You’ll owe me one, though,” Clyde said. “There are conditions that’ll have to be met.”

“Conditions?”

“Yeah, you’ll find in life there always are conditions, Ken. I’ll be straight with you. You know I’ve Keçiören Escort always been interested in getting a piece of what your friend Lawrence gets, and—”

Hey, there’s a car that’s pulled up outside, Mr. Snepp, Ken said. A couple are getting out of it. Ken had been saved—or at least given a reprieve. He didn’t have to ask what these conditions might be, and he had every intention to avoid them if he could.

“I can manage,” he said to Clyde’s retreating back, trying his best to exude confidence. Truth was, though, that he didn’t have the slightest notion how he would manage. All he knew is that he owed it to Daisy to try to save the pups she’d given her life for. He owed that much to Daisy.

Chapter Two

“Whateryoudoin’ home at this time, Ken? Aren’t you ‘supposed to be in school?”

“I told you, Ma, I’m taking the semester off.”

“Taking a semester off? Coach is letting you do that?”

“No, I told you about that too, Ma. I’m taking time off from the sports too. Coach will take me back, I’m sure.” But Ken couldn’t be all that sure of that. His close friend, Lawrence, had taken his position on the team after Ken had dropped out. And Ken couldn’t be sure he’d get it back the next semester, even if he could get back on the scholarship. And if Lawrence liked it at that position, Ken wasn’t sure he wanted to take it away from him again.

“Why’d ya do that?” Laurie asked. “School don’t suit you? You was so high and mighty about that. And you was goin’ a get a great job and take care of me. You find it too much to chew off?”

“No, Ma, I told you. There’s a litter of pups I have to get weaned up at Clyde’s. He was going to put them down—Daisy’s litter—and I promised I’d take care of them. But that means I have to be up there and feed them and clean up after them every couple of hours. So, that and taking care of you means I’ve had to put school aside for a semester.”

“That Daisy. She was the only one you could talk about,” Laurie snorted. She turned the volume of the TV down a bit with her remote, took a puff on her cigarette, coughed, and put the cigarette in the ash tray on the table next to her La-Z-Boy. “You would’a thought you were shackin’ up with her or something. You and that dog. And what do ya mean havin’ to take care of me? Don’t you go blamin’ your wantin’ to drop outta college on me. I can take care of myself.”

He didn’t tell her that his intentions to avoid Clyde’s conditions had run out just the night before, when lights had gone on in the house as Ken had done a 2:00 am feed, his mother having been dead to the world and not knowing he’d been slipping out at need to feed the pups.

Clyde had come into the barn in just his sleeping pants and with a blanket over his arm that he spread over a couple of bales of hay while he was telling Ken in no uncertain terms that the pups would be put down the next day unless Ken gave into his conditions right then and there. Again Ken had come down just in his jeans, and while he was still trying to sweet talk Clyde out of his “conditions,” Clyde pushed Ken’s back down on the covered hay bales and was unzipping the jeans and flaring them out to expose Ken’s cock. Ken moaned and buried his fingers in Clyde’s hair as Clyde worked up his cock with his mouth.

Clyde was good as sucking and when he rolled Ken’s pelvis up and moved his mouth down to Ken’s hole while pumping Ken’s cock with his hand, Ken came quickly. Then he just laid back and whimpered, having no will to fight it as Clyde coaxed his thighs apart and moved his hips between them. The first thrust was hard and deep, and Ken involuntarily arched his back toward the floor at the far end of the hay bales. Clyde’s powerful chest followed him down, and Clyde’s lips and teeth went for Ken’s nipples as the older man pumped Ken hard and deep and fast—giving Ken less time to adjust to the cock inside him than Lawrence gave him. And it was all over in just a few minutes and Clyde had turned and flipped his sleeping pants over his shoulder and was heading back up to the house with no further word to Ken.

Ken laid there, dazed, for several minutes more. Clyde didn’t last like Lawrence did, but while he was in there he churned harder and faster. And from what Clyde was mouthing and the grunts and groans he was making during the fuck, Ken knew this wasn’t the last time Clyde would want him.

“Sure, Ma. I left some dinner for you in the microwave,” Ken said in answer to Laurie’s question. “I’ve got to get up to Clyde’s for a feeding of the pups.”

“Well, don’t forget to drop by the drugstore on the way home and pick up my prescription—and at the gas station and get a carton of Virginia Slims. I’m about out, and they’ve got the best price in town.”

“Yes, Ma, I’ll do both of those things.”

“And the Laundromat. Did you get the wash back you put in the machines this morning?”

“Yes, Ma. I’ve already brought those home. Folded and in the drawers.”

“Well, then . . .” The volume went back up on the TV. “Grab me a Coke from the frig on your way out.”

“Sure, Ma. Coming right Etimesgut Escort up.”

Ken hoped he could get in and back out at the kennel before Clyde even knew he had been there, but he was out of luck with that.

“Not a bad job with these pups,” Clyde said from the doorway to the barn. And he said it with a bit of admiration in his voice. “I sure as hell didn’t think you could manage. But you did. Another couple of weeks and they’ll manage on their own.”

“Yep, it looks like all three will pull through,” Ken said. He was busy petting the runt, a male he’d named Dusty and exercising him by making him follow his hand with his nose. This one had had the toughest time to survive—and it had been the one Clyde had picked up to drown first that panicked night. So, naturally it was the one Ken was attached to the most and also the one who gave him the most loving in return. He’d named the female Daffodil, to complement Daisy, although of course he quickly went to calling her Daffy. And the other male he’d named Dexter, although he felt he might as well have called him Dopey, as this was the slowest of the pups to pick up anything—but the quickest to the food and bottle. And, of course, he was the biggest and the most robust.

“Well, I guess they’ll turn out OK,” Clyde said. “The two biggest there should be worth something. The runt, though, I don’t know.”

Ken pulled Dusty to his breast protectively. “Dusty’s the smartest of the bunch, Clyde. He’ll do fine.”

“Well, I don’t know,” Clyde answered.

Ken thought that no time to ask was better than now—now when Clyde was actually acknowledging that Ken had made something worthwhile of not putting Daisy’s pups down. And he’d been thinking about it for some time. What he made from Clyde was just about enough to keep a puppy—so he asked.

“You want one of the pups?” Clyde asked.

“Yes. I figure leaving you with two you weren’t counting on should be enough to justify me taking one,” Ken said. “So what do you say?”

“I guess it would be possible to do that,” Clyde said after glowering a bit and looking like he’d given it some thought. “But not for free, of course.”

Ken was afraid of this. It was with a bit of trepidation that he asked. “How much, Clyde?”

“Doesn’t have to be a ‘how much,'” Clyde said softly, coming closer, crouching down by Ken’s side, and putting an arm around his neck. “You know what I want. I’ve told you what I want from you. I liked it last night; you’ve got such a nice, sweet little ass that I’ve been thinkin’ about it all morning. Give it to me twice a day when I want it, and I’ll give you one of the pups.”

Ken shuddered and looked up into Clyde’s face, trying to keep his composure. “How much in money, Clyde?”

Clyde paused, not appearing to like how the conversation had been deflected. “$800, Ken. These are purebred Labs, Ken. I’d get $1,200 for one on the market. I can’t just give one away. Is what I really want that much of a deal next to $800? Think about it. Those are my conditions.”

“I’ll think about it,” Ken answered. And he guessed he should think about it. It wasn’t like it wasn’t the same thing he was doing with Lawrence—although certainly not twice a day. But somehow Ken didn’t think it would be the same—as easy—with Clyde. Clyde had a mean streak in him. Ken didn’t really want to have a relationship like that with Clyde; the conditions were just too dire for him.

“I’m keyed up, Ken. You done that to me. I’ll let you think about the deal but only if you’ll put out again right here and now.

The blanket was still on the hay bales, and Clyde pushed Ken down on them on his belly this time and took him like a dog, holding Ken’s head down with a strong, veiny hand on his neck. Again a searingly fast and hard and deep first thrust. And this time Clyde was able to pump him a bit longer than the previous night before he ejaculated.

Clyde stood away from Ken when he was done and said, “There that was nice,” Again he turned and walked away, adjusting his pants, and left and Ken, unable yet to move from the position Clyde had left him in, looked over at Dusty, squatting on the dirt floor of the barn. The pup was nosing his muzzle into Ken’s hand and licking him and wagging his tail like he was on cloud nine.

“Where am I going to get $800?” Ken thought. But he knew something had to be done. The pups were getting old enough to either sell or turn loose in the general kennel population. Ken had to do something.

Later, he told Lawrence something of his dilemma out in the woods behind Clyde’s barn. They had met and driven into the woods there in Lawrence’s car and gotten in the backseat and worked the tension out of each other with Lawrence lapping Ken to a mutual release.

Ken was facing Lawrence and using his knees and forelegs on the seat on either side of Lawrence’s hips to raise and lower himself on Lawrence’s staff, which was considerably longer than Clyde’s but possibly not as thick. Ken liked running his fingers through Lawrence’s tight, kinky curls and down along the milk-chocolate muscle curves of his lover’s well-develop arm and chest muscles. Lawrence was playing with Ken’s nipples with his mouth, which Ken found a bit painful after the brutal attention Clyde had given them—but was arousing enough under Lawrence’s more gentle touch that Ken didn’t want him to stop—while his broad palms cupped, squeezed, and separated Ken’s butt cheeks to give Lawrence’s cock maximum depth inside Ken.

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I was still at high school, when I realised that I was not like the other boys.

Whilst they were out chasing women, I used to spend most of my free time studying.

At first this seemed to attract a bit of attention but gradually it seemed to become the accepted thing.

It was a Saturday morning, and I was as usual, visiting the local art museum.

I was sketching a copy of the ‘Statue of David by Michelangelo’, when I felt someone’s presence behind me.

I turned around and there in front of me was the most handsome looking man I had ever seen, looking not unlike the statue itself.

We stuck up a conversation, and it was not long before were discussing the finer points of the statue.

The way he described the curvature the body, especially the carving of the muscles of the legs and chest, confirmed his appreciation of fine art.

As he spoke his hands appeared to mould the shape of the statue.

He said,” Michelangelo must have known the subject like a lover, and spent hours upon hours just studying him, it’s perfection. Well almost”

I looked at him and asked,” What do you mean by almost?”

Laughingly he said, “If I had been the sculptor, I think I would have given him a little bigger dick.”

It was a strange way of putting it but I sort of agreed with him

“Well I suppose that it must be a true representation of his size, but perhaps he could have given him just a little more.”

We seemed to be getting on famously and something made me comment that perhaps it was because I was similar in the genital area that it, seemed to be in proportion.

This brought a laugh from my companion, and he said that he thought he would have made a better model in that department.

This of cause caused me to glance at his crotch, and there was no disguising the bulge in the front of his trousers.

He saw me looking and said, “Not gay by any chance are you?”

“Not that I know of, but I never think about girls much, and sometimes I do wonder.”

“There’s only one way to find out. I need a pee so I’m going to the men’s Çankaya Escort room so think it over, I’ll be waiting.”

A feeling of panic coursed through my body as I realised what he was suggesting, but as he walked away, my eyes were fixed on his tight ass, and no sooner had he left than my feet were leading me in the direction he had just taken.

I had no sooner entered the men’s room than a cubical door opened and he beckoned me towards him.

My throat was dry and legs were shaking as I made my way towards the open door.

He took hold of my hand and pulled me into the cubicle, locking the door and whispering that he had already checked out the room for cameras.

He sat me on the toilet seat and stood in front of me, and I watched open mouthed as he undid his trousers dropped them down to the floor, as he wore no underpants, his already hard cock was pointing straight at my face.

“OK so you’re not sure if you are gay or not, well let’s find out.”

He placed his hand around the back of my head and said, “It’s time to taste your first cock, so open up that hot mouth of yours.”

It looked huge, and so much bigger than mine, that I knew that there was no way that it would be able to fit into my mouth

Then rubbed his cock against my closed lips, and just the smell of it made me gag.

“You can do better faggot, just breath through your nose and open you’re your fucking mouth.”

Reluctant and scared, I did as he ordered.

With only the tip between my lips, I gagged and wanted to change my mind, but his firm grip on my head, held me securely.

I felt my tongue being forced back as he pushed a bit more into my mouth, but just when I knew I could take no more he pulled free.

With tears filling my eyes I gasped for air, pleased that it was all over.

“Not bad for your first time, now take a deep breath and let’s go again.”

Again his hand guided my head against him, this time the shock was not so severe and my jaw opened easier, then he slid past my lips and deeper Keçiören Escort into my mouth.

I experience the gagging sensation again and almost passed out as I fought for air.

Then my stomach lurched, as he began to shoot his hot load into my mouth and throat, choking me with his hot spunk.

Then I felt him start to go limp, and thankfully he slipped it out of my mouth.

Holding my chin up to towards him, he forced me to swallow the mouthful of his hot sickly cum.

He helped me to stand up, and placed his arms around me, then pressed his lips against mine forcing his tongue deep inside my mouth, savouring the taste of his cum.

Still locked in his embrace, he slid his hand down to my crotch, and the feel of his fingers exploring the outline of my erection, made me feel like putty in his hands.

I did not try and resist as he expertly undid the top of my pants and slid them to the floor.

He sat on the seat and turned me around so that my cock was pointing at his mouth.

His skilful fingers encircled me, and I gazed down my eyes transfixed, as my cock disappeared, into his eager mouth without any sign of discomfort.

Once I was fully in his mouth, he began massaging my balls, this caused my legs to shudder and I knew that I would not last much longer

Then his finger found my anus and as he pushed the tip against my hole, I was unable to stop myself from shooting load, straight down his throat.

There was no sign of him gagging and he continued sucking until he had knew that he had milked me dry.

He pulled his head away and my limp cock flopped free, and as he licked his lips I saw, he had a big smile on his face.

“Not bad, not bad at all, you even taste nice and sweet, and you seemed to enjoy it”

I was still panting heavily as I nodded.

He opened the cubical door and checked the men room was clear, and still butt naked stepped towards the washbasins, where he pumped some liquid soap into his hand, before stepping back into the cubical.

“That Etimesgut Escort was just the beginning, and now you know what a blowjobs like, it’s time to bust your sweet little ass of yours.”

I wanted to stop him, but he was strong and just turned me around and pushed my head down towards the toilet seat.

I shuddered as his hand smeared the soap against my virgin ass, and he nudged up against me.

His hand covered my mouth, and then came the excruciating pain, as his cock end began to open me up.

I screamed into his hand, for him to ease up as there was no way that I could take it inside me, but still the pressure built, until I felt the head squeeze past my straining rim.

He had ceased the relentless pushing and just held the tip inside my throbbing love chute, until he felt me beginning to relax a bit,

Then his hands gripped my hips and his hips thrust forward, forcing every last gasp of breath from my mouth as he slid deeper into me.

He slid it out and like a fool I thought that he was done but he whispered in my ear.

“Fuck me man you are tight.”

I sobbed that I had, had enough, but he only stuffed a hankie in my mouth, and then I felt his weight on my back as he bent me over again.

Now I’m your going find out what it’s’ like to be fucked by a real man.”

Then there was a blinding flash as with one thrust he rammed himself fully and mercilessly inside me.

Blackness filled my eyes as he thrust his monster fully into me over and over again and, and with each ferocious thrust, I felt of my stomach was being forced high up into my body as her pounded his extra long whammer into me until his balls banged against the cheeks of my ass.

Then the first load of hot cum filled my love chute, to be followed by burst after burst, until he had emptied himself inside me.

As he shot the last spurt I felt him relax, then the blessed relief as he slipped out my ass.

He stood picked up my boxers and casually wiped himself dry on then, and as though nothing unusual had taken place casually put his clothes on and walked out of the cubical, saying: – “Not bad for a beginner, you could make someone a good whore.”

My ass was on fire, as I slowly dressed and used washbasins to wash my hands and face.

Back in the gallery, there was no sign of him and even though I still visit most days, I have never caught a glimpse of him, and don’t suppose I ever will.

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Content info and warnings:

This story is about a human/incubus cisgender M/M relationship.

It takes place in a universe where humans know about demons/incubuses, but they’re still rare, partly because of their ability to look human when they want to.

It contains representations of: homophobia, strong language, sexually explicit (obviously).

All characters represented are over the age of 18.

Enjoy!

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Part Three:

After a long pause, Jamie’s eyes still roaming over my naked body, he sat up without a word.

I hesitated for a moment, wondering if this was a sign of acceptance or anger, but the tendrils of thought I had sent out to meet him only met the same excitement and need I felt in myself.

Without speaking, without even looking away as if he was a man possessed by his own carnal desires, he slipped from the bed and knelt before me.

Obedient. Worshipping. Hungry.

“Can I taste you?” He asked.

I didn’t answer, but instead slipped my fingers through his soft brown hair and pulled his head closer to me, my other hand grasping my—admittedly not small—cock. He gagged a little as it entered his mouth, but then began to lick and suck at it of his own accord.

An involuntary growling moan escaped my lips, seeming to rip up from the very place his hungry mouth was currently devouring me. “St—Stop” I gasped.

He obeyed, if reluctantly.

I scrambled for my discarded jeans and pulled a bottle of lube from it before resuming my position. I didn’t even have to ask before he was slowly running his tongue along the underside of my cock, lapping playfully at my balls, before swallowing me whole again.

How was he this good?

I dripped the lube onto my hand and with a drawn-out moan pressed a finger into my twitching hole. I needed to be fuck and soon, but knew I had to at least stretch myself out a little bit first. Plus, the sensation of finger fucking myself as someone suck me off was slightly mind blowing.

Jamie had obviously been too preoccupied with his task to think much about the purpose of the lube, for now his hand paused in surprise as it moved up my thigh and onto the spot where I was currently two knuckles deep into myself. Ever the quick study though, he pressed his hand over mine and pushed it further in, feeling my finger slide until my hole met my Demetevler Escort palm. I shuttered and yelped with pleasure.

He pulled his lips away from me then, somewhat to my displeasure, to ask, “Let me do it?”

My heart race, forgetting my recent disappointment. I nodded, releasing myself and handing him the lube. I walked forward and laid down, stomach first, onto the bed. “Go slow though, okay?” I instructed, a war raging inside me between rational thoughts of safety and a burning urge for him to thrust the full length of his rod into me here and now and fuck the consequences.

I felt his weight creek on the bed as he knelt next to me, heard the drip of the lube bottle.

“Do you think you can take two fingers?” He asked in a low excited voice.

“Yeah,” I murmured, my face half buried in pillows. I felt a curious finger examining my hole, pushing, stretching, then a second, before they sunk to the first knuckle. I moaned into the pillows.

“Don’t cover your face Sy,” Jamie instructed as he pushed deeper.

I let out a satisfied yelp, squirming a bit under his touch as I felt his fingers begin to move apart inside of me.

He began to slowly work his fingers in and out, relaxing the muscles and massaging every sensitive spot as if he’d been doing this for years.

It was maddening.

“I can’t take it anymore,” I whimpered, “Fuck me!”

He didn’t need telling twice. He pulled his fingers out with a satisfying little pop, leaving me feeling empty and hungry inside.

I glanced back at him over my shoulder.

He was massaging lube onto his hungry cock without ever taking his eyes off my naked form.

The sight was nearly overwhelming. I flicked my tail, which had been resting against my back, up against his chest teasingly. “Make sure you put some on me too,” I instructed.

He nodded and then, glancing at the tail, leaned over and kissed it.

A shudder shot through my body.

His eyes grew wide and a little satisfied smirk appear on his lips. “Is your tail sensitive?” He asked, like a little kid discovering a new toy.

A felt heat rising in my cheeks and ears and knew there would be a blush to rival my scales. I could lie and tell him that all incubi liked their tails touched, but this wasn’t actually true. It wasn’t necessarily something Otele gelen escort strange either, more like having really sensitive ears or liking your fingers sucked. I nodded shyly and his eyes alit.

Jamie took my tail gentle in his non-lubed hand and, leaning in, ran his tongue the length of it. When he reached the heart-shaped tip, he took the whole thing in his mouth and sucked, running his tongue over the tip as he had my cock.

I moaned and shuddered, my toes curling excitedly at the foot of the bed.

“Fuck,” he whispered, “I can’t say I ever pictured myself sucking someone’s tail, let alone having it turn me on this much.” As he finished saying this he poured more lube onto his fingers and pushed it against my ready skin.

I sighed happily at the contact.

When he stopped, I rolled over to my back and watched as his eyes roamed excitedly over my naked body. I spread my legs and he knelt between them, grabbing my legs to pull me up until half my body hovered in the air. I looped my calves from where they rest on his hips up over his shoulders, which awarded me a surprised and satisfied smile from my partner. My tail all the while wound itself excitedly around and between his legs, licking at the underside of his cock and balls, teasing him into fucking me.

I met his hungry gaze with my own and felt him press the tip of his hard cock against my twitching flesh.

I let out a long, aching moan.

He pushing in a little deeper, just enough to tease.

“God, you sadistic bastard,” I moaned as my hips involuntarily ground against him, trying to push him further inside me.

But I’d been calling the shots all night and now, for the first time, he had all the power, and he knew it.

“Tell me what you want Sy,” he murmured, all of the nervousness in his voice replaced by the thick greed that only lust can bring.

“I want you to fuck me,” I begged.

“How do you want me to fuck you Sy?” He goaded, pushing just the slightest bit farther into me as he spoke.

I bit down on my lip in frustration and pleasure. “I want your cock!” I nearly shouted. There was real desperation in my voice now. “Please Jamie, fuck my ass. Fill me up until I overflow.”

That did it.

In one, sharp movement, he thrust in.

I gasped, my eyes going wide and unfocusing Balgat Escort slightly from surprise and pleasure. Then came the relief, the fullness, and the waves of pleasure as Jamie’s hot flesh pounded into my prostate over and over again. Each time sending a jolt of sensation up through my body.

I moaned Shakely, listening to my voice crack and my throat go dry. “Ah! I’m—I’m gonna come,” I moaned.

Jamie’s big warm hand moved from my hip to my aching cock as he began stroking it vigorously. “Yes baby, ah—come for me. Come for me Sy!”

Hot globs of cum flowed onto my stomach and over his fingers as Jamie slowed his pace, continuing to fuck me through my orgasm as he steadily coaxed the last rivulets of cum from my body.

I shuttered under his touch. Every nerve his hands met felt like they were on fire and yet I craved the sensation.

I could feel Jamie’s fingers digging into my hips, could hear his ragging breathing and I knew he was only slowing down for my benefit. It was actually kind of cute. I met his gaze and smiled, then rocked my hips against him, signaling that I wanted him to keep going.

He did not need to be told twice. His speed picking up again and soon he was thrusting back into me as deep as before. Except now, with my body so sensitive, the sensation was even more electric. I felt like some sort of sex-crazed rag doll as my overly-relaxed body was repeatedly pounded by waves of pleasure.

I could feel his pace quickening and reached out with my mind.

I had to focus.

It was time to feast.

Both my body and mind were intertwined with his now, taking in everything he had to give and devouring it.

I could see myself through his eyes, feel his excitement for me. It was turning me on again.

I moaned and that excited him more.

At last the mounting tension broke. Through my mind’s eye I saw his sexual energy exploding out like fireworks and pulled in towards me, into me. I let it fill me and felt the warmth of it surrounding me as my body was engulfed by the feeling of being filled. Hot cum gushed into me like I was going to overflow. The contact only making it easier to take in the energy.

We gasped and panted, staying like that for several long moments as the last explosions of pleasure washed over us.

I drank him in. Body and mind.

At last I unwound my legs and Jamie rolled off, laying down beside me.

He was breathing hard and radiating excitement.

I rested my head on his chest. “So, want to spill something on me next weekend too?” I teased.

“Definitely,” he replied with an exhausted laugh. He kissed me softly on the head and wrapped a long around my bare back.

I closed my eyes. Completely satisfied.

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As I stepped through the bedroom door I glanced in one more time to look fondly on the form huddled up blissfully sleeping under the covers. I thought back on the wild night we had just spent in that bed and smiled. It was a warm and genuine smile of contentment. Even though I knew I wouldn’t be heard, I whispered “Good night, love.” as I closed the door.

It was raining when I stepped out into the night.

Of course it was. It was always raining when I had to be out. Just part of life here in Bay City. Down here on the southern Oregon coast we got the remnants of all the big storms that came up from California. They just rolled on up the coast building power and speed until they all seemed to vent their fury on the little industrial fishing town of Bay City.

It sucked, but what could you do? Just carry on.

I hadn’t intended to end up here.

Yeah, that statement pretty much sums up my life. It seems I spent most of it ending up in places I hadn’t intended to be. When I enlisted in the Army I wanted to learn something with computers. Do my tour sitting behind a safe desk somewhere.

Well, that didn’t happen. Not so much, anyway.

I ended up in the Military Police. It wasn’t so bad, at the start. They gave me a place to sleep and fair to decent pay and even if the food wasn’t haut cuisine, there was plenty of it. I figured I’d end up checking ID cards at the gate of some military post somewhere for the rest of my tour. I actually got to spend a couple of years doing that at a post out in Kansas. Not a bad gig, when you look at it. Nothing mentally challenging, but the odds of ending up dead that way were pretty slim.

Well, that didn’t last too long.

My unit ended up getting attached to a UN company and going over to some little northern European swamp where everybody was trying to wipe out everybody else after the fall of the Soviet Union. They killed each other for racial differences and they killed each other for religious differences and they killed each other because they were right handed or left handed and whether or not they wore mittens instead of gloves when it got cold.

And our job was to try and stop that.

If you remember, that didn’t work out so good, either.

Two years into an eighteen month tour (I’d love to see the math on that one explained) I ended up getting sent back stateside with twenty five holes in my precious only skin where they had pried mortar fragments out of my hide. I was the lucky one. Two of the guys in my patrol didn’t make it and the guy who was on point lost a leg.

I spent two months in Germany getting put back together and another six in DC in another military hospital doing physical therapy.

While I was in the hospital I received two letters. The first one contained a little box with a Purple Heart medal and a copy of my medical discharge papers telling me I was entitled to full military veterans benefits. Uncle Sam was grateful and proud….. blah blah blah.

The second one was from an attorney. It had apparently been mailed to me right before I got hit on patrol and had spent the next several months following me around before it finally caught up to me there. The attorney explained that my mother had passed away about the time I got shipped overseas and according to the provisions in her will (see attached) I inherited a small mobile home in Bay City Oregon and the proceeds of her $10,000 life insurance policy.

Minus the attorneys fees, of course. Yeah.

Mom and I had never been really close. Let’s just leave it at that. She rarely even spoke of my father who was killed in Vietnam. She rarely ever spoke to me at all, when it comes right down to it. I was her one and only child and when I left home I’m pretty sure it was with a sigh of relief on her part.

I had no idea how or when or why she ended up in Bay City.

So when I was discharged from the hospital I hopped a MAC flight to Salem, Oregon with a check for a little over nine thousand dollars in my pocket. A long boring but scenic bus ride later decanted me in beautiful downtown Bay City.

It was raining that day, too. Go figure.

The mobile home was nicer than I expected. In my mind I had a picture of one of those old 1950’s Airstream travel trailers up on blocks in a seedy mobile home park. In actuality it was one of the newer trailers. Three bedrooms, lots of additional stuff like appliances and ceiling fans and such, set on a lot that was a little over ten acres in a little stand of woods about a quarter mile from the beach. The attorney (who turned out to be a pretty decent guy, for an attorney) told me that Mom had bought the place brand new about six months before she died. He also turned over to me the proceeds of a bank account with about six thousand dollars in it and they keys to a small battered Toyota that came with the place.

Mom hadn’t spent a whole lot of time unpacking, other than the furniture and dishes and her clothes. One spare bedroom was still half full of boxes still taped shut. After Çankaya Escort a cursory glance through most of them, I took several trips to the local Salvation Army thrift store and unloaded most of the stuff there. I kept a few items because I thought they might be actually worth something some day.

I replaced all of the flowery linens and stuff for more utilitarian plain white sheets and towels. I had two duffel bags full of clothes and a small gym bag of books and things. That pretty much concluded my unpacking.

My original intent was to sell the place quick and go somewhere else and start a new life. I had no plans on staying in Bay City. But the place was nice and peaceful out there in the woods. On calm nights when I slept with the windows open I could hear the ocean off in the distance. The place started to grow on me. I picked up a night watchman job at one of the local factories which suited me pretty well. I spent my evenings in a little shack reading books and doing crossword puzzles and walking laps around the factory floor to keep in shape.

With my MP training, I suppose I could have applied with the local police force, but that idea didn’t set too well with me. But a few months after I started at the factory I heard on the radio that someone had a school for private detectives going over in Brookings, a few miles down the road. It was only a few grand, and I had quite a bit of money left, so I signed up.

Six months later I walked out of the place with my diploma and an investigators license. I had visions in my head of taking off to LA or San Francisco or even up to Seattle or Portland and opening my own office. Instead I ended up taking a spot in a small Bay City agency, pretty much because of my lack of ambition.

The agency wasn’t real busy. After all, Bay City wasn’t that big of a town. Only about 25,000 people. Less in the summer when all of the college kids went home. We didn’t have lots of pristine beaches so there wasn’t that much of a tourist trade in the season. I kept my job at the factory part time to supplement my income.

As the new guy, I got all of the jobs that nobody wanted. Usually divorce cases. Whenever someone wanted a possibly cheating spouse tailed, I got the job. I didn’t much care for those, but there you are. Most of the work involved following someone and taking lots and lots of pictures. I bought two digital cameras for the job. You could load a whole lot of pictures on a memory card and never have to pay for developing film. And swapping out a memory card was a hell of a lot easier than swapping out a roll of film.

I got real used to seeing the seedy side of life. There were just enough sleazy cheap motels spread out between the beach and scattered along the highway to keep me hopping pretty steadily. I’d been with the agency for a little over a year. I knew all of the seedy motels and even most of the secluded parking spots that cheaters preferred for their play areas.

Actually, I was getting pretty tired of it. The first dozen times I actually managed to get pics of someone having a little romp it was exciting and a little arousing. After awhile it had gotten boring. By this time I was beginning to look on sex as something cheap and degrading. I knew that wasn’t a healthy outlook and I was thinking maybe it was time to change professions.

There had been a girl. Olivia. She worked at the used bookstore downtown that I frequented. Petite, brunette, brown doe-like eyes and a real hellion in the sack. We’d dated for a few months and then broken up under a mutual agreement. She’d gotten tired of hearing me grouse about work and said I was depressing her. We stayed friends and she still gave me a discount at the store.

That worked.

I had decided at the end of the year I was going to take a month off and quit the agency. Find something different to do. Something a little more cheerful, maybe. The year was going to be over in another three weeks. I had given them my notice. Steve, the boss, tried to talk me out of leaving, but my mind was made up. So instead he handed me one last job. Another divorce case. Go figure.

A woman thought that her husband was cheating on her. He kept saying he was helping out a friend. Turns out that he actually was telling the truth, but I didn’t know it yet. Things turned out okay for them in the end. He’d gone three times to a bar down on the other side of college town called the Blue Oyster. From the outside it looked like a sort of hip trendy place. The clientele going in and out looked like they were the more cerebral of the college crowd. Older guys that dressed like professors and the younger guys were always nicely dressed and none of them wore football jerseys like you saw in the other joints.

I’d trailed the guy there three times, like I said. Each time he spent the whole night sitting in a booth with a guy that he worked with. The second time they came they both arrived in the same car and that was how I knew it was Keçiören Escort someone from his office. They sat and talked until the wee hours of the morning and then they left and went different directions. The first two times I was lucky and I managed to watch them through a window and snap a few pictures. But since there was nothing really going on, I quit taking pics and saved my batteries.

The third night I decided to slip inside and see if I could overhear any of their conversation or at least get some idea of what was going on. I figured his wife was paying the bill, so I might at least make her feel better.

The place wasn’t too crowded for a Friday night. Maybe twenty or thirty people scattered here and there. I managed to slide into a booth right behind my two guys and catch snatches of their conversation over the sound of the teevee and the juke box. From what I could hear initially, his friend was having some kind of emotional crisis and the guy I was following was trying to help talk him through it. It took me about an hour of nursing draft beers as slowly as I could to piece it together. His friend had come to the realization that he was gay. Or at least extremely bisexual. And of course, having been married for several years, he was having some difficulty coming to grips with the idea. How was he going to tell his wife and kids? Ouch, I sure didn’t want to be in his shoes.

I’d take another twenty five holes in my skin rather than be in that situation. Not the being gay part, the having to tell the wife part. That would be rough.

Suddenly a small dim light went off in my head. It was like being on patrol and getting a feeling that something just wasn’t right. I turned my head and slowly surveyed the room, taking the whole place in from one side to the other. Then I looked again and paid more attention to faces and body language and how people were actually interacting with each other.

Yup yup yup… This was a gay bar. No doubt about it. I felt rather foolish that I hadn’t noticed.

The thought didn’t freak me out or anything. I’d had gay friends before and their sexuality never bothered me. There were a few guys in my unit that were gay, even though we weren’t supposed to know. One of my closest friends in the unit was a lesbian chick that could bench press twice what I could, and I was no lightweight! But I also knew guys that would have crawled right out of their skins in order to get as far away from that place as possible.

Well, since I had solved the mystery of the wandering husband, I figured I might as well drink one more beer and sit here in the booth and write up my report for the wondering wife. I was about halfway through the second page in my notebook when a voice said “Excuse me sir?”

I looked up to see a young kid with one leg in a cast just below his right knee and a set of crutches standing across the booth from me. He said “Do you mind if I sit? My leg is killing me!”

A quick look around the room told me that the place had finished filling up while I was writing and there were very few seats left anywhere. Especially one big enough for someone with a broken leg. I waved at the opposite bench and said “Help yourself.” He slid into the seat gratefully, leaning his crutches up in the corner. The kid said “Thanks. Can I buy you a beer for your hospitality?” I shrugged and said “Sure.” The kid waved at the barman for two drinks.

“I hope I didn’t interrupt what you were doing.” He said as I closed my notebook and slid it back into my jacket pocket. I just shook my head.

“It wasn’t anything important.”

“Are you a writer?” he asked.

“No, nothing like that.” I said. Then I added “Actually, I’m a private investigator. I had to follow somebody earlier tonight and I was just writing up my notes for the report.”

His eyes went wide. He said “That is so cool!” His excitement made him look even younger than he was. I had to take another look at him through my investigators eyes and reassess. My first impression said “kid” but my second look said he was probably at least on the high side of twenty five. Not a day over twenty six, though. His face was still clear and untroubled and unwrinkled by life. Except for the cast he looked in pretty good shape. Dark dark brown hair that was almost black and brown eyes partially hidden by a pair of little round glasses.

When our drinks arrived I pointed to his cast sticking out the side of the booth seat and said “Football injury?” He looked the type.

He actually blushed a little and shook his head. “It was the stupidest thing.” he said. “I was in the shower at the dorms. Someone before me had left their soap on the floor and I stepped on it getting out. The next thing I knew, there I was; buck naked on the floor of the bathroom with a broken leg! They carried me out on a gurney with nothing on but a towel. The other guys haven’t let me live it down yet.”

We shared a laugh and he stuck his hand across the table Etimesgut Escort at me. “Michael” he said “Michael Bernstein.” I shook his hand and replied “Dexter Ford. My friends call me Dex.”

Michael smiled at me. “So, Dex.” he said “Are you here on a case or are you looking for someone?” He leaned in and almost whispered “You do know what kind of a place this is, don’t you?” I nodded.

“Yes, Michael. I know what kind of a place this is and no, I’m not looking for anybody right now. Just ended up here by happenstance. I’m finishing this last case here and I’m taking a vacation to look for some other kind of work. Turns out that being a PI isn’t as exciting as I’d hoped it would be. It’s getting me down.” I waved a hand at his leg again. “How about you? Shouldn’t you be home with your leg up on a pillow somewhere?”

Michael grimaced and nodded ruefully. “Probably” he said. “I’ve been spending every night for the last week in my dorm room and I was going a little buggy. I needed to get out and move around some.” He grimaced a little and rubbed the cast, as if to ease the pain in his leg. “I guess I got out and about too soon.” He shifted around in the seat a little to get more comfortable and sighed as he looked around the crowded room. “Coming here has pretty much been a mistake, anyway. I thought with being a college bar I might meet someone interesting. But all there is here is horny professors looking for a quick hookup and preppy boys looking to hook up with professors.” He laughed, a short quick bark. “I suspect that some of them are just here trying to get better grades.” I suspected that he was right.

We spent probably the better part of the next two hours just sitting in the booth talking. It turned out that Michael was getting his degree in Criminal Justice, with his eye on computer fraud type stuff. He aspired to work for the FBI some day. He had a thousand questions about being a PI and I tried to answer them as honestly as I could. I found myself warming to him. He was so open and honest, even if he was a little naive. I wanted to get to know him better and that sort of startled me. I hadn’t really been that personable with anybody since I left the hospital. I’d spoken more words in a row to him than I had to Olivia in the months we dated. Michael was arousing feelings in me that I hadn’t thought existed anymore and I wanted to get to the bottom of them and figure out what was going on.

The investigator part of me was still on the clock apparently. Questions kept popping into my mind, wanting to draw out more information like the young man was a client or a suspect. “So what is it you are looking for, Michael?” I asked. “I take it from your coming here that you are saying that you’re gay and looking for a man.”

He blushed again. It struck me that it was kind of cute, in a weird sort of way. That made my mind race off in all different directions. I had to actually stop and listen when I realized that he had leaned across the table and lowered his voice.

“….on me, will you?” he said.

I shook my head and leaned towards him. “I’m sorry. What was that?”

He spoke a little louder, but not loud enough to be heard anywhere besides our table. He said “If I tell you a secret, you won’t tell on me, will you?”

I spread my hands and shrugged. “Who would I tell?”

He leaned in a little closer, hitching his cast further up on the booth seat and almost whispered. “The truth of it is” he said “I have never actually ever been with a man. I’ve had these…. feelings….. and attractions…. for awhile now. I suspect that I’m probably gay. Or at least bisexual. I’ve been with a few women before. The sex was always fun but….. it always seemed like there was something….. lacking. Do you know what I mean?” I nodded, reassuringly. Not really knowing, but just to keep him talking. Suddenly that short fling with Olivia passed through my mind and I knew exactly what he was talking about. It was fun, but something was lacking. Hmmm….

“I broke off an engagement with a girl back home when I left for college.” he continued. “We just weren’t clicking anyway. And when I got here and realized that I was looking at other men that way, I knew what was wrong with me. Or… not necessarily wrong, per se. I guess it was just my perceptions that changed.” He sighed again. “Even now I’m not sure what I want.”

“I guess, if I were to say who I am looking for, I’d have to say someone like you, Dex.”

That startled me. “You don’t even know me, Michael. And I told you, I’m just here by coincidence. I’m not gay.”

Or at least I was pretty sure I wasn’t. But there was something about Michael that I would have to admit was attractive. He was a little shy and kind of vulnerable in a way that made me want to reach out and protect him. This was a new line of thought for me and I would have to mull it around some before I decided what to do with it.

Michael reached out and took hold of my hand and traced the scar that went from the outside of my wrist to the knuckle of my index finger. I had several more of those that weren’t visible, but one prominent one that went from the bridge of my nose almost to my left ear. The doctors said that I had been a millimeter or so away from losing my eye. People I met almost always stared at that one. Michael hadn’t even glanced at it. Or not so I had noticed, anyway.

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(This is the first chapter of what I hope to continue as a erotic and historical story… I’d really appreciate any feedback you may have – it really does help! The feedback I got for my previous story was very welcome and very useful!)

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Alexander had gained mastery over the known world when he had defeated the once might King Darius at the battle Gaugamela and yet he felt unsated as he watched his generals drinking merrily and cavorting drunkenly on the rich carpets and silk cushions in the defeated King’s tent with the sultry Persian concubines. He sipped again at the dark wine in his heavy golden chalice keeping his eyes on the Bacchic scene before him lit only by the flickering light of a dozen torches.

Hephaestion laughingly pushed away the caresses of a raven-haired temptress as she reached under his tunic for his manhood. He glanced to his left and saw Alexander glare at him. He threw his head back in laughter and winked at his lover as he rose from his luxurious couch, the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath the tanned flesh. He walked over to Alexander, stepping over and around gyrating, half-naked bodies lost in the heady pleasures of sex and rich, spiced wine.

Hephaestion leaned over Alexander and kissed him delicately on his full lips, whispering, “Did you not like what you saw?”

Alexander gave him a cold look that would have made even the most hardened warriors flinch, before taking another draught of his wine, but Hephaestion merely smiled knowingly at him and knelt by his side. He ran his hands over Alexander’s thick, muscular thighs before pushing them slowly apart and reaching under the rich, red tunic with one hand. He squeezed and caressed the heavy balls of his lord and lover before pulling Alexander’s hips forward on the cushions. Alexander raised his eyebrow at Hephaestion who kissed his inner thighs passionately, gradually raising the heavily embroidered tunic higher and higher until it covered only his pulsating cock and cum-laden balls.

He breathed in the rich, musky aroma of Alexander before slowly taking one of his balls into his mouth and sucking. Alexander took in a deep breath and lay back, his head resting on the thickly padded cushions of his low citrus wood couch, his eyes closed and his lips forming a knowing smile…oh he knew all about the wonders his lover could perform with his mouth.

Hephaestion released the heavy sac from his mouth, kissing and licking the crease of his hips and then moving back to suck on the hanging balls at the base of Alexander’s long, thick and heavy cock. He gave them a final swirl of his tongue before his talented fingers continued to Eryaman Escort knead them and his mouth gave its full attention to the manhood he knew so well.

He pressed his lips along its length, nibbling and licking it as he worked his way to the very tip which had begun to ooze precum from its little slit. Alexander gasped as Hephaestion licked the dewy pearl from the tip of his cock and quickly took the dark reddish-purple mushroom head into his mouth, massaging it with his full lips. His tongue swirled around it, and occasionally pressed firmly at the sensitive spot just beneath the head before he began to work more and more of the length into his mouth.

“Oh gods Hephaestion!” groaned Alexander, grasping the back of his man’s head, tangling his fingers through his dark, curly locks and pushing his hips back and forth forcing more of his thick cock into Hephaestion’s hot, wet mouth.

Hephaestion swallowed and Alexander’s throbbing manhood slid partway down his throat as he hummed, creating vibration to increase his lover’s pleasure. He did this again and again as Alexander thrust his hips towards Hephaestion’s face faster and faster until at last he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining as his cock rammed into Hephaestion’s mouth and began to twitch as he came.

Thick ropes of creamy cum were released into Hephaestion’s mouth and throat as he continued to suck and swirl his tongue around the thick cock, swallowing everything his lover had to give to him.

Alexander lay back taking deep, ragged breaths, his eyes still closed and his chest heaving from the exertion and the utter bliss he had just experienced from his closest friend and chosen lover.

Hephaestion slowly released the softening cock from his mouth with a pop and kissed it before sitting back on his haunches, arms resting on Alexander’s thighs, to look up at the man whom so many loved and followed, but only he knew so intimately. His heart and soul entwined with this man.

Alexander slowly regained control of his breath and gradually opened his eyes to look down upon the beautifully rugged warrior who grinned up at him with a gleam in his eye.

Alexander couldn’t help but laugh and pulled him up to lay beside him on his huge ornate and plush couch. He ran his hand along Hephaestion’s collarbone and then ripped his white tunic open from the neck all the way down to navel and looked at the thickly corded muscle that moved under the smooth, deeply tanned bronze skin with every breath.

He dipped his finger into the half-full cup of wine that he had set down beside him and ran it around each Sincan Escort of Hephaestion’s nipples in turn before leaning down to swirl his tongue around them and suck the heady wine off as the nipples began to harden under his ministrations. He dipped his fingers into the wine once more and ran them down the centre of his chest, following their movement with his mouth. Kissing and sucking the path that ran down to the line of hair which ran to his large, thickly veined and beautifully shaped manhood.

Hephaestion moaned with pleasure. There was no one on earth who could make him feel as wanton and lustful as Alexander did.

The torchlight flickered over Hephaestion’s glistening bronzed chest as Alexander raised his head to look up at him. Hephaestion opened his eyes which, Alexander noted with pleasure, were darkened with lust. He smiled mysteriously, running his hands under Hephaestion’s tunic tickling and squeezing his balls as Hephaestion closed his eyes and moaned, and went back to pleasuring his lover.

Alexander ripped open what was left of Hephaestion’s tunic to look upon a body that closely mirrored his own.

Hard, corded muscle honed to perfection under skin perfectly bronzed from hours of exercising nude under the hot eastern sun and wielding heavy weapons fighting fierce battles against barbarian hordes. Those very same battles had caused the scars that occasionally marred the glowing skin, but to Alexander they only made Hephaestion more beautiful to look upon and caress. They had, after all, been obtained whilst fighting by his side.

He ran his fingers delicately along two long scars that ran across his hip and Hephaestion winced. They had been inflicted by Darius himself during the battle only a few days earlier. Alexander at once removed his fingers and kissed the pain away, although his eyes narrowed at the discomfort caused to his man. His Hephaestion. He vowed to catch up with Darius, who had escaped like a coward when the tide of the battle had turned against him, and make him pay for all he had done and more. But that would wait until the next day. For now, he had his lover’s body to pleasure.

He turned his mind back to the well-oiled body before him, beginning to stroke the thick, throbbing length that jutted out from its nest of dark curls. Alexander leant down to kiss and suck at the very base of the cock in his hand, beginning to massage the spot just before Hephaestion’s anus, knowing it would drive him wild. He didn’t have to wait long.

Hephaestion’s hips began to rise and fall as his breath grew shallow and Alexander smiled before licking the pearl Etlik Escort of precum that had formed on the very tip of his cock, purple with raging lust, into his mouth, delighting in his musky aroma and bitter-sweet taste. He wrapped his lips around the soft, smooth cock-head and began to suck and swirl his tongue over it before sliding his mouth all the way down to the root of his manhood.

Hephaestion gasped with ill-disguised pleasure, arching his back as his cock was repeatedly sucked into the hot, wet vacuum of Alexander’s mouth while one of his hands held Hephaestion’s hip and the other rubbed and massaged his full balls, occasionally stretching out a finger to press against his passage.

Hephaestion opened his eyes, clouded with desire, to look at he man bringing so much pleasure to his body, and spoke in a ragged whisper, “Alexander…”

Alexander knew what he needed and quickly grasped the vial of perfumed oil that lay on the small citrus-wood table beside him, emptying it over his own newly hardened and throbbing cock and rubbing it into Hephaestion’s anus. With a few rapid tugs on his heavily veined cock, he placed it at Hephaestion’s entrance and began to push his way in.

Alexander lay panting above him, bracing himself on his straining arms and looking down at the face he loved so much. He bent his head down and began to kiss those sultry lips as he started thrusting into Hephaestion’s tightness until he filled him completely.

Hephaestion grasped his shoulders and then drew his hands down his lover’s back to his hard, rounded buttocks, pulling them towards him and into him as they reached a strong rhythm together. Alexander took all his weight on one bronzed forearm as he reached below him to grasp Hephaestion’s straining cock and began to work it in the same strong rhythm.

Neither man could hold off the orgasm that was building to a frenzy. They gasped and groaned at the sensations they were both experiencing, feeling at that moment a closeness that bound their very souls together.

Hephaestion cried out as he began to spurt ropes of creamy cum onto both of their chests and stomachs and Alexander could wait no longer than this moment to release his own desire deep into him.

The sweat that had beaded on their bodies began to cool as they gradually slowed their movements to a gentle rocking before coming to a complete and satisfied end.

They drew deep breaths into their lungs as Alexander’s softened cock withdrew from Hephaestion and he wrapped his arms around him, drawing him even more closely into the warmth of his body, kissing him deeply and thoroughly, their tongues entwining.

Shortly afterwards Alexander grasped a silken cloth which had dropped to the floor and wiped off Hephaestion’s cum from both of their bodies, before drawing up a huge richly embroidered red and gold blanket and covering both of them with it.

They fell asleep after the torment of battle and the agonies of pleasure wrapped in each other’s arms.

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Having already almost cum before breathing out the first hit of poppers, my cock sucker clearly remained interested in taking me deep into his sexy mouth, to pump hot cum down his waiting throat. I had been riding the waves of sensations, but at this point, the peaks were growing irresistible, my cock feeling gigantic as his lips moved over it.

Normally, my resistance to skilled cocksucking is higher, but after 2 hours at the baths, this was the first real oral session I’d enjoyed, not only today, but for the last 2 weeks. Of course, as I have discovered, the baths are the best place to find dedicated cock suckers that want uncovered cock. Men that get off making other men cum so good, men whose offers of hot oral sex are impossible for a poppers slut to resist.

Even now, the rush making my heavy cock’s pleasure grow ever more immense, it was just barely possible to grasp my length, sliding along the delightfully slickened shaft, making the skin taut, luxuriating in the perfect satisfaction of a man going down on me. There is nothing more purely decadent than letting a stranger indulge in performing oral sex, without any inhibitions, poppers so addictively enhancing the experience.

Years at the baths have turned me into a true poppers blow job addict. Finishing a process that started the first time I did a hit from the little magic brown bottle while stoned, my first girlfriend Eryaman Escort going down on my cock. Creating a primal sexual response centered on hard cock being worshipped by another, until orgasm overwhelmed me, pumping her mouth full of hot cum. It is only in the last few years that I have started using poppers with men.

Now, time was being stretched as a tongue slid around my cockhead, my guiding hand growing slack. Providing him the opportunity to take complete control again, as I began to thrust my hips, pushing my cock ever deeper into the entrancingly warm wetness.

Just before cumming, I managed to stop, though his determination remained obvious even while allowing another interruption. One that he clearly knew would not last long, pulling his smooth lips slowly over and off my cockhead. No longer quite on the edge of orgasm, I couldn’t help myself from holding my cock, positioning it so he could start to suck me again, rolling a bit on my hip to give him better access to my ass as I swiped my horny cockhead back and forth over his softly welcoming lips.

Decades of experience using poppers warred with the simple desire to just mouth fuck a man until filling his mouth with hot cum while having my ass fingered. This is the paradox of using poppers when male – you only cum once, but stretching out the experience Sincan Escort too far leads to a state where orgasm finally becomes unlikely. Normally, it is possible to extend the experience beyond the first temptation, but today was different.

At least twice during this visit, with two different men, the bottle had almost been opened, both times having regained enough control to believe that it would be possible to enjoy multiple hits. And each time, before opening it, the fun stopped. This time, riding the incredible sensations as my cock returned to a stranger’s willing mouth, orgasm continued to beckon, so close to overwhelming my restraint.

Rush is an incredibly tempting drug, one that perfectly enhances gay sex. This hit had been deeper and longer than customary, the effects still growing stronger as he sucked me deeper, finger teasing my ass perfectly. An aspect of what makes it so extraordinary is how large rush can make your cock feel, filling a surrounding universe of pure yielding pleasure, melding with the sensations of one’s hole being played with into a glorious state of sheer animal bliss. Knowing that by this point I could not keep myself from mouth fucking him, shifting my rod no longer quite possible, particularly when he so quickly recaptured my turned on cock with his mouth, pressing down my stroking hand.

Pulling Etlik Escort back at the last second, holding my turned on cock out of his easy reach, the pulsing from my balls was fantastic, particularly as his finger continued to press further, the contractions against his finger clearly signalling just how imminent orgasm was. Too strong to effectively resist by keeping my cock clasped, preventing the cum from escaping, as had worked a couple of times before.

“God yes .. mouth fucker .. cock slut” I moaned, helplessly driving into his willing mouth, pushing deep into paradise as he began to make me cum, beyond any possible resistance, pressing hands on his head. Waves rising up my shaft as his mouth surrounded it, taking all of my cum, jet after jet, until he finally swallowed my last drops. I have probably cum in dozens of men’s mouths at this point in my life, and have no memory of a single time that one of those men had not swallowed all of my cum, unlike most women most of the time, in my experience.

After cumming, my cock grows extremely sensitive, to the point of pleasure and pain becoming almost impossible to separate. He kept me inside his mouth, first making me squirm at the sensations, then to start to moan and struggle, trying to stay within the pleasurable boundaries, even as he toyed with me, emphasizing just how painfully intense he could manipulate me post orgasm.

Slowly, I withdrew my cock from his attentions, utterly wiped out. Rarely do I so completely lose myself in cumming at the baths, having become essentially incapable at this point of anything but laying on the platform. He left, but there was no way for me to even rise into a sitting position for the next few minutes.

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