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A funny thing happened to Jim when he returned to campus for the few weeks between Halloween and the Thanksgiving break. At first when he returned he felt very horny and a little sexy at having such a wild secret. Knowing what he and Ron had done and how it made him feel made Jim feel like he could conquer anything. He had done something so wild and crazy that it was beyond even his wildest fantasies. The whole thing left him with a huge boost of confidence and self-assuredness. Hell, if he was willing to do that and have it turn out so amazing he felt like there was nothing he couldn’t do.

What surprised Jim was how it seemed others picked up on his new confidence. Suddenly, at parties he was able to approach women who might have intimidated him before. In that short time he even managed to get laid twice. The first was a total one night stand with a hot sorority girl in her room after they both got drunk at a frat party. The next morning he could barely remember her name or much about her beside her knockout looks and how they had fucked each other silly.

The other woman he fucked was someone he knew from his classes and had admired from afar for a while. He had never been able to actually figure out a way to talk with her before, but he finally did it and they had gone out a couple of times. Happily, and very surprisingly, Jim discovered that she was really horny and ready to fuck after their second date. He had assumed she was more conservative based on how she acted and dressed in class, but she was anything but conservative back at his place as she sucked his cock and fucked him.

Through this whole time Jim still thought often about what he and Ron had done. He and Ron talked a lot on the phone and traded e-mails but neither ever directly referenced what they had done. Jim couldn’t get the wild memories out of his mind and he regularly got hard thinking about sucking Ron’s cock or having Ron fuck his ass. One thing that Jim regularly thought about was how it might feel to switch places with Ron and take a turn fucking his ass.

Jim had seen photos and porno movies where men fucked women up the ass, but it wasn’t something he had ever tried. The whole thing made him curious and he spent a while on the internet reading about anal sex. The more he read the more curious and excited he became. As the last days passed before he went home for Thanksgiving break he knew what he wanted. He couldn’t wait to fuck his friend Ron. The very idea of it made Jim’s cock grow and his stomach tingle in anticipation.

Unfortunately, Jim and Ron weren’t able to get together before Thanksgiving. They both traveled home the day before Thanksgiving, but with various family activities and travel plans they couldn’t figure out a way to get together.

Thanksgiving Day itself was busy with family activities. It seemed every living relative of his descended on his house for Thanksgiving. The last of the guests didn’t leave until very late and Jim knew that he’d have to wait at least one more day to see Ron.

He finally made contact with Ron on Friday morning, but he was disappointed to learn that Ron and his family were going to visit some of their relatives. Ron said he expected to be back a little after dinner and would give Jim a call.

Jim spent the day restlessly waiting for what might happen later. Finally, Ron called and not long afterward Jim drove over to Ron’s place.

Ron’s mom greeted Jim when he knocked on the door. Jim chatted with her for a while but was a little disappointed to find her and Ron’s dad still at home. He had no reason to expect them to be gone but he hadn’t really considered what would happen if they were home.

Ron came up from the basement a few moments later and he and Jim chatted with Ron’s parents for a while. Ron’s parents asked Jim all about his school and how his family was doing. Finally, Jim and Ron went downstairs to play some pool while his parents stayed upstairs reading.

As they shot pool they chatted and caught up on what had been going on with each other recently. Jim was again very happy with how normal and relaxed this felt. On some level it seemed like nothing had changed between them. They played pool, trash talked with each other, and joked just like always. And yet things weren’t just like always. On another level Jim felt excited and nervous. He wondered if Ron was curious to continue what they had done or if Ron maybe viewed what had happened as a one time thing. Jim was really curious and eager to continue and he hoped Ron felt the same.

Eventually Ron’s parents called down that they were going upstairs to bed. They exchanged good nights and Ron and Jim heard them walk up the stairs to their bedroom. They played pool a while longer before finally Jim couldn’t wait any longer to find out how Ron felt.

“So, um, I’ve been thinking a lot about Halloween,” Jim started not really sure of what to say.

“Yeah, me too,” Ron said.

For a while neither said anything else and then Ron added, “It’s crazy. I can’t believe Osmanbey travesti we did that, but it’s like I can’t get it out of my head.”

“Me too,” Jim replied.

“Are you sorry it happened?” Ron asked.

Here was the moment Jim had been waiting for. He still wasn’t sure exactly how Ron felt and now he had to decide if he should be honest and risk being rejected by Ron or play it cool until he knew how Ron felt. However, what if Ron was waiting to find out how Jim felt? If Jim played it cool maybe Ron would think he wasn’t interested in continuing.

Jim summoned his nerve and said, “No, it felt so…so…” he struggled to find the right word.

“I know,” Ron said. “I can’t believe how good it felt.” It seemed like Ron’s guard dropped slightly and he added, “Hell, I’m not sure I’ve ever quite felt anything like when I fucked your…” suddenly his voice trailed off as if the realization of what he was about to say was too much for him to complete his thought.

Jim walked over so he was standing right beside Ron and said only, “I loved it too.”

They made eye contact briefly before they leaned in together for what turned out to be a long kiss. The kiss quickly became deep as their tongues danced and wrestled back and forth between their mouths. The kiss and Jim’s own lust were more than he could control any longer. He parted the kiss and moaned, “I want to suck your cock.”

“My parents are upstairs,” Ron meekly protested, “dude, if they find us like this they’ll fucking kill me.” However Jim was too far gone in his own lust to think rationally now.

He dropped to his knees in front of Ron and quickly opened Ron’s jeans. He soon had Ron’s pants and boxers pushed down around his ankles and Jim turned his attention fully on Ron’s already hard cock. For weeks Jim had been fantasizing about Ron’s cock and he couldn’t wait to feel it inside his mouth again and taste his friend completely. Jim wrapped his lips around Ron’s shaft as Ron let out a long, deep moan.

Jim immediately started sucking and playing with Ron’s cock excitedly. He had been anticipating this moment for so long that he didn’t want to prolong it any longer. He hoped there would be time for teasing and exploration later, but for right now he just wanted to make Ron cum. It seemed Ron’s excitement matched his own and it wasn’t too much longer before Ron was clearly on the verge of cumming.

Jim’s fantasies of this moment always ended one of two ways. He either imagined taking Ron’s cum fully in his mouth and drinking it down or pulling Ron’s cock out of his mouth at the last minute and letting his cum land all over his face and chest. He knew Ron’s orgasm was only seconds away and still he didn’t know what to do.

Ultimately, Ron started cumming even sooner than Jim imagined and Jim ended up taking two huge jets of Ron’s cum directly into his mouth. The first jet was so hard and so heavy that it was already seeping down the back of Jim’s throat when he finally pulled Ron’s cock out of his mouth and stroked it excitedly. The rest of Ron’s cum flew out and landed on his cheeks, neck, and chest. As Ron’s orgasm finished Jim felt like a total slut. Here he was kneeling in front of his friend with his face and t-shirt now coated in cum and with a mouthful of warm cum. He slowly stroked his friend’s cock and loved every moment of it.

When Ron finished cumming he looked down at Jim and pulled Jim up to his feet. Jim wasn’t sure if Ron realized he still had a mouthful of his cum when he leaned forward to kiss him, but the idea that Ron was about to taste his own cum out of Jim’s mouth made Jim wildly excited.

As soon as their lips met Jim eagerly drove his tongue into Ron’s mouth. Ron’s tongue immediately greeted his and they stood for many long minutes kissing deeply while they swapped Ron’s cum back and forth between their mouths. When they finally parted their kiss Jim swallowed the cum that was left in his mouth. Maybe it was because he knew what to expect, but the taste wasn’t nearly as bad this time. In fact, there was almost something exciting about the taste.

Ron also swallowed the cum in his mouth before he looked at Jim and said, “My turn.” He led Jim over to the couch and pulled off Jim’s jeans and boxers. He then had Jim sit down. Jim’s cock was rock hard and its tip was already glistening with pre-cum before Ron even touched it.

When Ron finally did lean down and engulf Jim’s cock there was a similar urgency and desire to what Jim had just had. Clearly Ron wasn’t interested in prolonging the moment or teasing as he hungrily and wantonly sucked Jim’s cock. Jim simply leaned back and completely gave himself over to his friend and his amazing mouth.

Jim didn’t try to hold himself back and only gasped to let Ron know he was about to cum before his cock erupted in orgasm. Ron kept his lips firmly wrapped around Jim’s cock even as Jim shot long, heavy jets of cum into his mouth. Ron moved his mouth so only the tip of Jim’s cock was still inside and stroked Ayrancı travesti his shaft wildly with his hand until Jim was done cumming.

Ron gulped a few times and tried to swallow Jim’s cum as quickly as it filled his mouth. The realization that Ron was eating his cum sent chills down Jim’s back and brought his orgasm to a new peak as he continued to fill Ron’s mouth with the last jets of his cum. In the end Ron wasn’t able to take all of Jim’s cum and some seeped back out of Ron’s mouth. Soon Jim’s cock and Ron’s hand were both coated in a thick layer of Jim’s cum. When Jim finished cumming Ron released him from his mouth, but he continued to fondle Jim’s sticky cock for many long minutes.

“Holy fuck,” Jim sighed.

“I know,” Ron replied as he released Jim’s cock and crawled onto the couch beside him, “I can’t believe how good this feels.”

In this intense moment Jim finally had the courage to say what had been on his mind for weeks. He looked at Ron and said, “I want to fuck you.”

Ron smiled and said, “Good, I want to fuck you too.” Jim’s heart beat wildly at the idea that he was about to make his fantasy come true but then Ron added, “But not tonight, if my parents caught us doing that I don’t even want to think about what they would do. Besides, the lube is upstairs and I don’t want to risk them catching me getting it.”

Jim was disappointed but he and Ron talked and quickly discovered that neither of them had any plans or commitments for the next night. They didn’t know yet exactly how or where it would happen, but they both agreed that they would do it the next night.

They pulled their pants back on and Jim cleaned Ron’s cum off his t-shirt the best he could. Jim asked, “So, I’ve been meaning to ask you. The lube and dildo, where the hell did you get those things?”

Ron replied that they could thank Charlie for that. Charlie was Ron’s older brother. He had recently graduated college and was currently working a prestigious internship nearly halfway across the country. Ron’s parents hadn’t changed Charlie’s room much at all as if they were still expecting him to move back in with them someday and so his bedroom still looked much like it did when Charlie was living there.

Ron said that Charlie had once told him about how he had a girlfriend who had a real thing for getting fucked up the ass. Charlie said that at first he just fucked her ass all the time, but then she wanted even more so he bought the dildo so she could use the dildo in either her ass or pussy while Charlie fucked the other.

At first Ron hadn’t believed the story so Charlie produced the tube of lube and the dildo as proof. For whatever reason Charlie had left them in his dresser in the same secret hiding place he where used to keep his porno collection. “Sometimes I use the lube to jerk off,” Ron admitted, “so I knew that stuff was still there.”

They hung out for a while longer before Jim left to go home. He could barely sleep that night thinking about what he and Ron were planning to do the next day.

When he awoke the next morning he asked his parents about their plan for the day. He crossed his fingers hoping that they would say they were going out or doing something and at first it looked like he was out of luck. His parents said they were thinking about heading up to the big Christmas tree festival opening a few towns over. For years the town made a tradition of decorating a bunch of different trees in the styles of different countries and cultures. They always lit the trees the Saturday evening after Thanksgiving. For years it had been a family tradition to go but when Jim got old enough he stayed home while his parents went.

“We haven’t gone in a few years,” his mom said, “and Sally and Bob are going and want us to come along.” Sally and Bob lived a few houses down and were his parent’s best friends in the neighborhood. Jim tried to conceal his joy when they finally decided they would go and his mom gave Sally a call.

“Do you want to come along?” his dad asked.

Jim replied no and shared a laugh with his dad when his dad replied, “Can you get me out of it too? I’m sure you and Ron will have a lot more fun hanging out.”

“Sorry dad but I think you’re stuck,” Jim answered.

A little while later Jim called Ron and told him the good news. They agreed to meet up in the early part of the afternoon, catch a matinee movie, and then head back to Jim’s place after his parents left. Jim knew from past years that his parents would likely be at the festival for a long time. They usually left in the late afternoon and wouldn’t return until sometimes as late as 10pm. At least that was the schedule they used to keep when Jim was in high school. He hoped they wouldn’t surprise him by returning early tonight.

His parents ended up deciding to catch dinner with Sally and Bob before going to the festival so they left the house a little after 5pm. Jim and Ron did catch a movie, but they made sure to go see one that started plenty early enough Cebeci travesti that they would be back at Jim’s house right at 5pm. They didn’t want to waste a single minute of time.

As they watched the movie Jim thought about how crazy it was that he was essentially on a date with his best friend. The movie was good but he was distracted the whole time thinking about what he and Ron would be doing later. Usually he was distracted by trying to catch a quick grope of his date’s tits or thigh during the show and with wondering how far he might be able to get with her later. This was much different because he already knew how far he and Ron planned to go and that was what was driving him wild.

They ended up returning to Jim’s house a few minutes before his parents left. “Don’t get into any trouble,” Jim’s dad teased as they left.

“We probably won’t be back until late,” his mom added, “Sally and Bob want to go out for drinks after the festival.”

They watched his parents walk down to Sally and Bob’s house and Jim briefly wondered if they should order a pizza for dinner. However, when he looked at Ron he knew right away that food would have to wait. It was clear from the look on Ron’s face that he was as excited and anxious as Jim about what they were planning to do.

Without a word they went upstairs to Jim’s bedroom. Once there they met in a long kiss that, by the time it finished, left Jim’s cock rock hard and straining to get out of his jeans. They parted the kiss and removed their clothes before Jim pulled back the covers of his bed. Once he had them pulled down he turned and saw Ron pulling the dildo and lube out of the backpack he had brought with him. Just seeing the lube again made Jim very excited and his cock twitch.

He and Ron climbed into bed together and resumed their excited kiss. Their hard cocks rubbed together in a kinky duel under the sheets as they fondled each other while they kissed. Jim longed to feel Ron’s cock in his mouth again but there was something else he wanted much more than that. He parted the kiss and rolled over so he could pick up the tube of lube off the bedside table where Ron had set it.

When he rolled back he found Ron already had rolled over and was positioning himself on his hands and knees. Jim moved behind Ron and squeezed a big drop of the lube on his index finger. He cautiously found Ron’s asshole and for a while he just explored it with his finger. Its puckered surface felt new and kinky under his finger. He applied more lube and eventually brought his finger to the entrance of Ron’s ass.

To his great excitement he felt Ron pushing back against his finger as he started to apply pressure. Knowing that Ron was so eager for this drove Jim wild. He continued applying steady pressure until finally his finger slipped inside Ron’s ass. Ron stopped and groaned and Jim also stopped not sure if he was hurting Ron. “More,” Ron moaned after a few moments and Jim steadily pushed his finger deeper until it was inside Ron’s ass to the second knuckle. Jim’s cock was now throbbing from anticipation.

Ron told Jim to apply more lube and soon Jim was able to push his whole index finger up Ron’s ass as far as it would reach. The feeling was unbelievable and Jim couldn’t wait to replace his finger with his cock. He knew, however, that he still had some work to prepare Ron’s ass and so he reached over and picked up the dildo. He coated it heavily with lube and placed it at the entrance to Ron’s ass.

While he pushed forward Ron pushed back and after a while longer Jim was able to fuck Ron’s ass with the dildo fairly easily. Jim remembered what Ron had said before about having one of his girlfriends fuck his ass while she sucked his cock. As he continued fucking him with the dildo Jim asked, “Did your girlfriend ever do this to you?”

Ron moaned and said, “No, just her finger.” Jim continued fucking Ron’s ass slowly with the dildo until Ron gasped, “Fuck me.”

Jim excitedly pulled the dildo out and quickly smeared a huge load of the lube all over his cock. He took hold of Ron’s hips and moved behind his best friend. He positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to Ron’s ass. Jim pushed forward and Ron again pushed himself back. Jim kept pushing forward and at one point the pressure was so great he was worried that either he was going to hurt Ron or that his own cock might bend painfully. Just moments later Ron groaned loudly and Jim felt his cock slide past the entrance to Ron’s asshole.

“Fuck, wait,” Ron gasped once Jim was partway inside him. Jim remembered exactly what Ron was feeling and waited until Ron’s ass had a chance to get used to him being inside. The way Ron’s ass squeezed his cock was unlike anything Jim had felt before. He had heard about how some women had “tight” pussies but nothing he had ever experienced was even close to the way Ron’s ass squeezed him.

He slowly worked his cock deeper and deeper and paused for a long time with his cock all the way inside Ron. He just wanted to savor the amazingly tight sensation. He started to very slowly fuck Ron and his friend let out a long, deep moan. Jim had to concentrate hard to not end the fuck before it had really even started by cumming. The whole scene was so exciting that Jim could easily have cum if he allowed himself.

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I had my first and only homosexual experience when I was 18. I drove a buddy of mine home from a house party we were at and when we pulled up to his house, he invited me in for more beer. He always had alcohol in his house because his stepdad drank so of course I said yes. His room was at the back of the house so we had to be quiet so we wouldn’t wake up his family. I was following him and when he stopped suddenly at the sound of a floorboard creaking underneath his shoe, I bumped into him. At the party I’d been making out with this really hot girl who was still a virgin so all she let me do was finger her. I was still hard from thinking about how nice, tight and wet her little hairless pussy felt in my hand and I felt my boner poke my buddy in the ass through his Levi’s. Before starting to walk again, he turned around to look at me with a look both of surprise and excitement. He reached down, cupped my hard-on in his hands and pulled me into his bedroom. In no time we were making out, our mouths locked in on each others’, the soft sucking sound of our lips drowned out by the unzipping sound of our jeans’ zippers and we hurried to reach inside our pants and start to stroke each other’s cocks. I knew my buddy was bisexual because he was pretty open about it but I had never been Esat travesti with a guy before and even though I was nervous, I couldn’t help but get caught up in the moment of what we were doing and I let it continue.

At 18, both our bodies were smooth and trim, our skin soft and well toned from being young and in shape, hairless with the exception of fine black hair under our arms and treasure trails reaching down from our navels to the soft triangles of pubic hair around our cocks and ball sacs. With our shirts off and our flat toned chests pressed against each other, I could feel his cock throbbing against mine. He pulled down my boxer briefs and from his knees took my 7 inch cut cock into his mouth all at once. I felt his warm mouth slide up and down my shaft, flicking the tip with his tongue, his hand massaging my balls. I couldn’t help it. His warm mouth made me cum and I shot a hot load of cum into his mouth. I saw his head jerk back when it hit the back of his throat but he never took my dick out of his mouth. He just kept on sucking me off as I kept cumming until I was spent.

He licked my dick clean and swallowed every drop of cum. Grateful at such a great blow job he’d just given me I wanted to return the favor. I pulled down his boxer Kızılay travesti shorts and saw that his dick was slightly thicker than mine and uncut. There was something sexy about seeing another guy’s dick that looked different from my own and I was really turned on by putting his cock in my mouth and feeling his foreskin slide back across his shaft in my mouth. He was half Mexican and had thicker pubic hair than I did and it tickled my nose and lips when I deep throated him. I could taste drops of precum on the tip of his dick as I licked it with my tongue. It tasted salty and thick and something about it made me want more. I stopped long enough to tell him I wanted him to cum in my mouth. After a few more minutes of sucking him, he did. He shot his cum as hard as I had and I could feel it’s hot thickness fill my mouth. I started to dribble a little bit as I fought to swallow it all but before I could lick my lips, he bent down, licked it up with his own tongue and kissed me open mouth. Tasting each other’s cum in our mouths as we kissed made us both hard again and he said he wanted to fuck me.

I laid down on his bed with my stomach and chest against the mattress while he went to look for lube. He didn’t have any and I heard him suck on his finger until Alsancak travesti it was dripping with his spit and he lubed my ass with it. I spit into my hand and stroked his cock. Finally, he was behind me and I felt him slowly ease his dick inside my asshole. I closed my eyes and imagined seeing his hot sexy uncut cock push through my asshole and go inside me. Once inside, he thrusted in and out, first slow until I told him I wanted it harder. He fucked me hard like that until he just couldn’t hold it anymore. He said he was going to pull out but I stopped him by grabbing his ass cheeks and pushing him in closer inside me. I told him I wanted to feel him cum inside my ass and that I’d kick his ass if he pulled out. He pushed his cock deeper inside my ass and I felt him cum. He came hard. So hard it even hurt a little but it felt good more than anything else. He kept cumming inside my ass, squirt after squirt until he was spent and leaned forward against my back to rest. When he eventually pulled out, I felt streams of his cum run out of my asshole and down my crack to my balls where he licked it all up for me until I was clean.

That’s been my only homo experience but I still think about it every now and then. Actually I use it to get me off when I needed to nut when I’m fucking a chick and the sex sucks. LOL When I get horny and I need to get off, I think about what we did with each other and I rub one out thinking about it. It always make me cum hard, fast, and a lot.

I often wonder if I could ever be a with a guy again…

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It was nearly teatime on Saturday afternoon and my cousin and I were sitting on his bed with his mate Marcus from university. Marcus had come to visit from Surrey where his parents lived, and even though he’d only arrived on the train that lunchtime, things were already getting pretty sexy between the three of us.

For a start he was drop-dead cute with lovely curly blond hair and a broad muscular physique which filled out his tight-fitting clothes very nicely. Second up, although he talked about some girl called Stacey he said he had the hots for, like my cousin he also had no qualms about hooking up with guys when opportunities presented themselves.

And I got the feeling that opportunities were going to be falling at his feet while he was staying in my Uncle Rob’s house!

On the drive back from the station – Jake putting his foot down and driving his dad’s car like a nutter – Marcus asked in a roundabout way if I was into boy-fun like he and Jake were.

“I wasn’t back in Brisbane,” I told him, gripping my seatbelt tightly because Jake was driving so fast. “But since I’ve been stayin’ with my Uncle Rob and Jake, I’ve figured out I’m probably more into guys than girls.”

Marcus beamed back at me from the front passenger’s seat, and said, “Your Aussie accent is so fucking cool, mate!”

Jake chuckled. “When he says he’s probably more into guys than girls, d’ya wanna guess how he chose to express that preference last night?”

“I dunno,” Marcus grinned. “Been having a sneaky peak at your cousin’s big wang in the bathroom, maybe…?”

“Just a touch less subtle than that,” Jake grinned over at him, doing fifty round a bend he should have hit at thirty.

“Have you been having a looksie through Jake’s porn collection?” Marcus asked. “Jerking off over the dude stuff?”

“I think I made it a little bit more… er… obvious,” I told him with a naughty smirk.

“I dunno then,” Marcus said, clearly unsure about how far he could push the sex talk with a stranger in the car. He turned to Jake and asked, “Come on, then, bud… what’s your cousin been getting up to?”

“How about fucking my butt and shooting his nut so hard that his jizz was flinging out all over his pubes?!”

“Faaark!” Marcus roared with laughter and then, clearly both pleased and impressed, said back to me, “Is that for real? Did you give Jake a spunk-gusher?”

“I’m afraid so,” I nodded, pretending to look sheepish. “I just sorta got carried away!”

“He fucking filled me right up,” Jake smiled, flooring it again now that we were back on a straighter road. “And you know full well, mate, that my arse can take a big load of cream!”

“Yeah, but your hole’s getting pretty loose these days,” Marcus teased him. “All the cocks you’ve taken have given you a slut-butt!”

“Fuck off!” Jake laughed and the two of them threw each other really cute, affectionate smiles.

Marcus turned back to me and said, “Well, I think it’s pretty safe to say you’re into dudes, Shane.”

“Is that the tell-tale sign, then?” I asked. “Makin’ your cousin do a jizz-fart?”

“It’s one of them,” he chortled. Then more quietly and with a really cheeky smirk, added, “I can show you a few others later on if you like…?”

I nodded eagerly and Jake cut in with, “Come on then, Marky-boy – let’s hear what you’ve been up to. It’s been two fucking weeks since I saw you, bud.”

“This and that,” Marcus replied, trying to think of something interesting he’d done to tell his friend about. “Oh yeah – you’ll like this – I had a threesome with my mate Kiernan and his brother!”

“His brother?” Jake laughed. “How d’ya manage that?”

“We were over at Amsterdam on a bender,” Marcus explained. “Pissed as arseholes and sharing a room, the three of us!”

“What was the occasion?” I asked him.

“Kiernan’s brother’s getting married in a few weeks to some girl he met on one of those speed-dating evenings.”

“So the brother’s straight?”

“We all are,” Marcus smiled back at me. “It doesn’t stop us having some fun together!”

I grinned and nodded like I was totally in on it, but I have to admit that I was a bit confused. It was hot, in a way, to think of all these guys who called themselves straight and had women in their lives but who also took every opportunity to play around with their mates in the sack. But I knew that for me, the dude stuff would always outshine anything a girl could offer me and if that labelled me as ‘gay’ then I’d soon get used to that.

“You so better have footage,” Jake said across to him, accelerating alarmingly towards a queue of traffic at some lights.

“Of course I have,” he grinned. “Our phones were all lined up on top of the drawers, all of us filming the bed with the three of us on it!”

Jake laughed as he slammed his foot down to bring us to a screeching halt inches behind the last of the waiting cars. What the fuck was going on with my cousin’s driving?

===

“So which one’s Kiernan and which one’s the brother?” I asked Marcus, the three of us sitting on Jake’s Bornova travesti bed as Marcus showed us the movie on his tablet.

We’d been out for the afternoon with Uncle Rob to stare at a big hole in the ground on account of Marcus studying archaeology at uni. Uncle Rob was now downstairs cooking us tea and Jake had wasted no time in getting Marcus to load up the Amsterdam footage.

“Kiernan is the scrawny one, his brother’s bigger and more worked-out,” Jake explained, sitting to the right of Marcus who was in the middle of us both.

“I’ve known Kiernan since school,” Marcus told me as the three figures on the movie drunkenly undressed. “We started fucking in sixth form. I’d only met his brother a couple of times before the Amsterdam trip and he’d always struck me as -“

“Whoa… back up a bit!” I cut in, laughing. “You and your mate started fucking in sixth form… how old did that make you guys? I still haven’t figured out your form names over here…”

“I dunno… it was A-Level year so about eighteen, I guess…”

“And both of you were straight… how the hell did you end up pokin’ each other’s chuggers?”

I was hoping this might help me figure out how I could hook up with other dudes back in Brissy.

“The usual,” Marcus shrugged like everyone knew how two straight eighteen-year-olds end up with their dicks wedged up each other’s brownies. “We were both horny lads… we started jerking off together, then moved onto sucking each other’s cocks. Then one night after a couple of girls we were trying to make the moves on were total bitches with us, we went back to his place and… maybe it was some twisted way of getting one up on them or something… we took turns on his bed fucking each other up the butt.”

“Wow!” I gasped, marvelling at their inventive form of revenge even though I couldn’t see how this might help me with my predicament.

“Come on, move it on a bit,” Jake urged his friend impatiently. “I wanna see you guys doing each other… not pulling your skanky boxers off…”

Marcus swiped the cursor forwards and the three of them were now on the bed, all on their knees with Marcus in the middle. He and the brother were snogging while Kiernan, kissing the back of Marcus’ neck, rubbed his long cock up and down the tight groove between the blond’s two solid buttocks. I’d always though I had a cute bubble butt, but Marcus’ buns were as round and squat as a couple of melons!

“Do the two brothers get it on?” I asked him dry-mouthed, praying he was about to tell me that they did.

But he shook his head. “It was better for me that they didn’t because they both had to focus on me completely!”

“Yeah, normally when you’re in all-boy threesomes,” Jake cut in, “you try and share your attentions pretty equally between the two other dudes. I’m just telling you that in case… you know, as unlikely as it may seem… you ever find yourself sharing a bed with a couple of horny lads!”

Marcus and I laughed. We all knew what we were going to be getting up to later.

Earlier on, after he’d carried his rucksack upstairs when we’d got back from the station, he’d paused uncertainly in the corridor between Jake’s bedroom and the spare room and had asked Jake which of them he should dump it down in.

“In my room, of course,” Jake had answered him gruffly.

“So am I sleeping in your bed?” Marcus had asked.

“Where else?”

“I dunno… where’s Shane sleeping?”

“In my bed too,” Jake had said with a small smile.

“And where are you sleeping?” Marcus had asked, now smiling himself.

“Also in my bed,” Jake had grinned more broadly.

“Cool!” Marcus had declared and looked over at me to check that I was okay with sharing a bed with two scorching fit twenty-year-old guys.

I smirked back at him, eager to show him I was well up for it, and joked, “Don’t worry, mate… I don’t fart!”

“You probably won’t be able to stop yourself after we’re finished with you!” Marcus had laughed, causing Jake to guffaw too. And I think the three of us all had grown instant boners at the thought of what we were going to be getting up to later in Jake’s double bed.

We watched the movie for a few minutes and saw the brother duck down to suck Marcus’ cock while Kiernan crouched down behind him and started having himself a taste of butt-pie.

“Aw yeah!” Jake laughed. “I didn’t know he was into licking dude-ass!”

“Me neither,” Marcus chuckled. “I think it’s a trick he’s picked up playing around at uni.”

“Nice!” Jake grinned, his eyes glued to where Kiernan’s face was feasting between his friend’s round muscular cheeks. I could see that my cousin was getting increasingly horny and he kept adusting the crotch of his jeans where his big mongrel was growing.

On screen, the brother pulled his mouth of Marcus’ cock and pushed himself upright with his own big schlong curving upwards from what looked like a very hairy bush. He gestured for Marcus to get his nosh around the huge thing and then moved back on the bed to give the blond Buca travesti lad space to bend down onto it. Once Marcus’ lips were devouring the brother’s thick meaty pole, Kiernan fed more hungrily on his bunghole now that his cheeks were splayed open.

“He’s so gonna fuck you,” Jake said, now blatantly squeezing his hard-on through the fabric of his jeans. “He’s gonna get your little boy-cunt nice and wet with his tongue, then he’s gonna shove his cock up it and bum you dead hard while his brother watches!”

“Am I really that predictable?” Marcus laughed.

“I’m gonna need to wazz off,” Jake replied, already unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down his fly. “You wanna join me, cuz?”

“Fuck yeah!” I chortled, reaching to unzip myself too.

“Well if you guys are gonna jerk off,” Marcus pitched in too, “I’m sure as hell not gonna just sit here and watch you.”

Jake pushed his jeans and boxers down around his thighs and his huge chopper curved upwards, the shaft thick and veiny and the length about ten inches. He jerked his foreskin back so his fat bell-end popped out and its slit wept with a thick ooze of clear liquid. Marcus both sniffed at the sharp whiff coming from its sticky round head and then giggled together at how sour and sexy my cousin’s jeb-stink was.

I yanked my daks and undies down too so my own fat cudger stood up, looking maybe slightly longer.

“Oh my God!” Marcus chortled, looking at my big manhood. “You hide that well, mate!”

I laughed and pulled my own skin back to show off my broad purple mushroom with its long dribbly slit. Both lads leaned in for a sniff of my slippery cock-head and then murmered appreciatively at how hot my helmet-odour was.

Then Marcus pulled his jeans and stripy shorts down to release his thinner eight-inch hard-on which he yanked the foreskin back from to reveal his own shiny red clanger. His strong male musk was much more potent than ours and Jake laughed as he inhaled great nosefuls of it, calling out, “Aw fuck yeah! That’s one hell of a slit stink!”

We all grinned at each other with our big boners poking upwards and I said, “I dunno what girls smell like, but dude smells are sure fuckin’ sexy!”

Jake agreed with me. “You can’t beat a bit of bell-whiff! Especially when the guys have big dongers which are all shiny like ours!”

“Naah,” said Marcus, shaking his head. “I much prefer sniffing a warm, wet pussy… right before I eat it out!”

Jake nodded, accepting that there was something to be said for more girlie smells, something I was unable to give an opinion on.

Then Marcus went on, “I really love how you two have such big cocks, though!” He looked at Jake’s huge hard-on and then at mine which was throbbing more prominently even though the shaft was less veiny. “I dunno which one’s more awesome… they’re both so totally amazing!”

I beamed back at him, loving how much he liked the look of my big Aussie dong even if he prefered soft feminine aromas over my punchier dude-smells. I said, “Jake reckons we’re both big because we’ve got the Furlong gene!”

“Well whatever it is, you’re both as hung as fuck! There’s a bit coming up on the movie a bit later which there’s no way I could manage with you two guys’ massive boners!”

“Oh fuck!” Jake laughed, grabbing his cock and starting to jerk his foreskin up and down. “You so didn’t!”

“I so did!” Marcus beamed back at him, wrapping his fingers around his smaller organ and joining in with his friend’s steady rhythm, “I told you I was gonna do it when I found two guys who were up for it and it took a hell of a lot of lube, but they both got up there in the end!”

I wasn’t totally sure what they were talking about, but I figured Marcus had somehow managed to get both guys’ knobs up his arse at the same time. The thought of doing that made me tingle with excitement – I hadn’t even suspected it might be possible – and I grabbed my own woodie and started wanking it in time with the two other guys’ wrists.

When I’d arrived at this house, I hadn’t been that sure if I liked girls or not. At home in Brissy, I would try to jerk off thinking about girls but I didn’t enjoy it much and often found my dick going limp so I’d usually turn over and go to sleep. Now here I was, barely a week later, pounding away at the mother of all hard-ons at the thought of being able to get two dicks up my butt!

I realised it was fun stuff like this that had been missing from my fantasies and I was grateful to my cousin and his buddy for helping me discover it.

“What do you reckon to that, Shane?” Jake asked me with a leer.

“Pretty hot!” I told him, making him smile more broadly. “Double the fun, kinda…”

When Jake had said that three of us were going to play around after bedtime, was that the kind of thing he was thinking of? I sure as hell hoped so… and hoping so made my cock swell even bigger!

Just then, Uncle Rob walked in, stopped what he was about to say and beamed brightly across at the three of us sitting on his son’s bed. We smirked back Konak travesti at him, amused to have literally been caught with our pants down, all sitting alongside each other and merrily wanking our big horned-up pricks off.

“Do you need help shaking the salad dressing, Mr Furlong?” Marcus asked him, his hand bashing quickly up and down his shaft. “I’m very good at doing stuff like that… I don’t know if you noticed…”

Uncle Rob chuckled. “I was about to tell you boys that dinner would be about twenty minutes. I had no idea you were busy working up such an appetite!”

“Marcus is showing us a movie of him and his mate and the brother, all on a bender,” Jake told him. “I reckon you’d like taking a look at some of this for yourself!”

“I’ll just turn down the potatoes,” Uncle Rob informed us. “Then I’ll be right back up to enjoy an aperitif of my own with the three of you!”

When he’d gone and as we all kept wanking our cocks off, I asked the two of them, “What’s an aperitif?”

I was wondering if it was some kind of sex thing he was going to do with us, hoping he might be going to take turns fingering our three butts while we jerked ourselves off.

“It’s just my dad being a numbo,” Jake said. “He thinks he’s so funny!”

“I really like your dad,” Marcus retalliated. “I think he’s dead cool, actually!”

“Me too,” I agreed. “Uncle Rob’s gold!”

“Fuck!” Jake chortled. “And I thought I was messed-up!”

Uncle Rob soon came back upstairs and hurried into Jake’s bedroom, unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper on his trousers. “Come on, budge up, boys! Make room for a little’un!”

We moved along the bed up to make room for my uncle’s hefty arse and he squeezed in next to me, pulling his trousers down. His white Calvin briefs were already bulging prominently upwards with Uncle Rob’s large manhood leaking goo and making a damp patch up near his left hip.

I grinned at Marcus who was staring at my uncle’s thick raised-up package and said, “Nice, huh?”

He laughed and replied, “I’ve stayed here before, Shane – I know full well what your uncle’s packing!”

Uncle Rob chuckled. “Yes, you’ve had quite a few fun stopovers with us!”

He yanked his briefs down and his long cock bounced upwards, thick and solid and with its plump purple head already fully exposed. The smell of it hit me full-on – it much stronger and cruder than the three of us lads’ dicks. It was ripe as fuck if I’m totally honest and before I could stop myself I’d blurted out, “Oh Jesus, Uncle Rob, your big cock-plum stinks something chronic!”

He sniffed at it curiously and agreed, “Yes, it is rather whiffy. It must still bear traces of where I… er… used it last night…”

I smiled at Marcus and explained, “Uncle Rob had his dick up his friend Guy’s stinky butt!”

Marcus’ eyebrows raised with interest at that and I saw his cock grow harder and the head of it swell taut. “Oh wow! It’s always great fun when Guy comes over!”

I chuckled back, “Yeah, don’t I know it!”

Uncle Rob peered at Marcus’ tablet and said, “Come on then, what have I missed? Fill me in on the story so far…”

“Okay,” Jake started. “Marcus is in Amsterdam with his mate Kiernan and his brother. They’ve just got back to the hotel they’re staying at, and now they’re having a nice little threesome on one of the beds!”

“I just had my butt rimmed by Kiernan,” Marcus went on, “while his brother was sucking my cock. Now I’m sucking the brother off while Kiernan is fucking me up the arse!”

“Oh what fun!” Uncle Rob chuckled, peering at Marcus receiving dick from both ends on the device he was holding. Then he added, “That reminds me, I must get a leg of pork for the spit roast we’re having next weekend…”

Marcus guffawed but Jake was more interested in the action going on and told him turn the sound up a bit. He did and we all heard, sounding tinny through the small speaker, the hotel bed creaking and Kiernan’s hips slapping against Marcus’ two lovely round buns.

“Let me have a go on him,” we heard the brother say. “You come out front and I’ll bum him for a bit!”

As they swapped places, our four hands slid quickly up and down our four flagpole dicks. Uncle Rob smiled over at the three of us younger men jerking off together with him, and sighed, “This really is so nice… enjoying pleasuring ourselves along side each other! I think males enjoying masturbation in each another’s company is hugely under-valued as a form of sexual expression.”

“I dunno about that, dad,” Jake grinned over at him, “but I reckon dudes can have a lot of fun whacking off together!”

I had to agree with my uncle – this really was so great! I loved peering back and forth along the row of our four upright dicks as we wanked them off, far more than I was enjoying looking at the movie. There wasn’t a pussy in sight and yet this was as horny as hell. It had never occurred to me how much fun and how versatile our cocks could be. We could jerk them off together, or better still jerk off each other. We could suck on them like drinking down the dribble from a big leaky siphon. We could even stick them up each other’s tight little poopers and fuck each other boy-on-boy. There was no end to what a few guys could do together with their dicks boned-up and their arses well-lubed!

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Thanks everyone for sticking it out this far. Last chapter.

*****

Emerson & the Lion

+{Part 10}+

Something about anxiety makes me intensely hungry for Ali’s cock. That’s probably not the best reaction in an emergency situation. Where most would run from a burning building or take shelter under a table during an earthquake, I would look around desperately for his lap to satisfy my twitching hole.

And sure enough, as he drove me to meet up with Izem, to face the lion for whom I was originally procured, I couldn’t help myself from reaching for his hand. I sucked his finger into my mouth with an exaggerated slurping noise.

He smiled at me oddly and said to the text translator on his dashboard, “Later, little cub. After this is over I will fill you like you need. I know you are hungry for daddy.” I nodded, returning his smile, but still leaned over to put my head against his shoulder and let my hand rest on his bulge.

It was a breezy, mild night and Ali dressed me in white shorts and a black tank top with a red heart in the center. Across the heart were white letters spelling out “Ali’s Boy.” Over that he put me in a thin white hoodie to keep the chill, and Izem’s eyes, off my skin.

Ali didn’t bother with underwear, but instead wore a pair of tight black shorts that looked like business pants cut and hemmed at mid-thigh. Over them, He had on a thin, white, semi-transparent shirt that showed just enough skin to make you stare at his dark nipples. He had the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. He looked sexy as hell as it barely contained his muscles.

I was just leaning in to bite his nipple through his shirt when he pulled into a parking garage and whipped into a spot beside his father’s SUV. He turned off the engine and let out a sigh. He turned to me, lifted my chin so our eyes met and I watched his face darken and his shoulders sink.

“We will go in, be polite, exchange pleasantries. Izem will kiss you on the cheek or forehead, it is just how we greet. Our fathers will go over what is to take place and then Izem will be allowed to say his peace to you. You do not need to respond to anything at all unless I or my father directs you to. It will show your loyalty and deep respect if you look to my father when you are asked a question. He will signal you when to respond. Do you understand?” Ali said to the text translator.

I nodded and then waited for him to come and open my door. He led me to an elevator and pressed the top floor. I walked into his chest and he slid his arms around me, looking down at me with an unconvincing smile.

The doors opened to a wide lobby with black marble floors and a wall of windows overlooking the darkened sky. Ali took my hand and led me across the floor and through two glass doors. Down a long corridor of cubicle offices and around a corner was a long, glass-walled conference room. I saw three men waiting for us around a large metal table. Behind them was a wall of windows and I could see the million little city lights that stretched from the sea to the hills.

Izem stood with a smile when he saw me. He had on a tight blue polo shirt that hugged his muscles nicely and was unbuttoned to show a furry chest peeking out. He had on khaki shorts that were also tight, showing his hard ass and strong thighs. His furry legs looked like Ali’s, but his skin was a few shades lighter.

We stared at each other for a moment and a hopeful smile crept across his face. He knew I was impressed with his body, it was like someone had made a replica of Ali but used lighter paint. But his face was different. His nose smaller, eyes not quite as wide, smile warmer, height a little taller. I felt a pang of guilt for making a mental comparison chart between the two.

Ali pushed me in front of him and towards a man I didn’t know. It must have been Izem’s father. He seemed young, very fit, had beautiful green eyes. I reached a hand towards him to shake, but he pulled me in for a hug and kissed me on each cheek. He smiled at me warmly as he half released me. I felt a strange buzz between us like we’d met before. My head relaxed against his shoulder before he let me go.

Izem came towards me next. He put his hands on my shoulder and looked me up and down slowly with a slight look of frustration. He looked past my shoulder and said something not meant for me. I turned to look at Ali just as Izem pulled me in for a hug. He was taller than Ali and my head fit right against his shoulder. He kissed the top of my head and I looked up to see his lips moving, still talking to someone.

I looked back at Ali as Izem released me. His fists balled at his side and he was looking away. His eyes turned back to me with an icy glare. Our eyes locked and his glare melted away. He saw my eyes, knew how uncomfortable, scared, anxious I was. I wanted to go to the car right now and go home.

“I go home please,” I signed to him and his eyes sank with guilt.

“Sorry, can’t right now,” he signed back to me and ended with “I love Kadıköy travesti you.”

I nodded, understanding.

The two older men took seats along the side of the table closest to the wall. Izem would be at the head. He pulled out the seat next to his and offered it to me. But Ali came from behind me and put an arm across my stomach, pulling me away and down into his lap as he sank into the next chair over.

Now it was Izem’s turn to fume as Ali pulled me back against his chest and put his chin on my shoulder and his arms tight around my waist. It didn’t feel good to me at that moment. I loved his attention and would normally beg for it. But here in this war with Izem it seemed less about love and more about spite, ownership, a trophy.

Izem set up a tablet on a little easel on the tabletop in front of me. He hit a few little buttons and a blue screen popped up.

“This is so you can understand everything. Is it working?” Izem asked and his words danced across the screen. I nodded and he smiled at me like he’d done something special by including me in a conversation about my life.

Dr. Hamad spoke then. He went over everything Ali had told me about what would happen here. He asked if I understood and I nodded again, but he said I have to actually state yes or no.

“Yeh,” I croaked out and got an adoring look from Izem. I felt Ali’s body tighten his grip on mine. Speaking was something I only did in private with him and even then it was a rare occasion. I felt his heart thumping against my back.

“Ok then, if you have no more questions then we will leave you two to it. right?” Dr. Hamad said to the room and his gaze looked threateningly towards Ali. He knew Ali didn’t want to leave me here and I didn’t really want to be left.

The two older men moved towards the door and Ali turned me in his lap to face him. “Ok?” he signed. I shrugged, not sure how to answer that. I wanted this whole thing over with and I knew the best way to end this for good was to do it cleanly, bite the bullet. I didn’t want anyone else getting hurt. It was time to give the crazy man what he wanted.

I nodded reluctantly and started to push myself off of his lap, but his arms held me one last time. Instead of letting me go, he stood and hugged me to his chest, kissing me dramatically and overemphasizing how great his control and care was.

He finally set me down and I looked past his shoulder to see his father looking at him angrily. It was time to go. Ali looked down into my eyes and kissed my forehead gently. “My baby,” he mouthed.

One last glare of warning to Izem, a few threats in Arabic, and then he left.

I was halfway between the door and Izem. I turned to see Ali leave and through the glass I watched him take a seat with Dr. Hamad and Izem’s father. They were all watching us expectantly. I felt like a new tiger at the zoo behind a thick glass wall.

I had a quick second thought about all this, and put my palm towards the glass and Ali jumped up ready to rescue me and said something to his father. Dr. Hamad shook his head while keeping his eyes ahead and simply reached for his wrist and pulled him back down to take a seat.

I swallowed hard and felt a chill in the room. I hugged my hoodie around me and turned to see Izem looking at me nervously. He pointed to the seat next to him and signed, “please… sit.” He didn’t seem as scary or harsh as the first time I’d met him, the time he put his hands on me and scolded me for not being submissive to my lion. It wasn’t an order. It was an invitation. I nodded and slid in hesitantly.

Izem slid the tablet closer so he could see it. “You are scared of me?” he asked.

I nodded and typed, “Yes sir. Very much so. You were mean the first time we met.” I admitted more than I should have, but with these men there was no need to pretend I had any power. Like a duck says “quack,” it was assumed that I was helpless here.

“That’s not how I wanted things to go. I am sorry for that meeting. I was angry and knew he had twisted everything. He’d lied to us both. I’m sure he has told you all kinds of bad things about me, but please promise to listen and really think about what I say. Can you promise me that, sweet boy?” Izem said to the tablet.

I nodded again, feeling a slight relaxation set in as his lips spread to a warm smile.

Izem pulled out a white cardboard file box and set it on the table next to him. He opened it and took out a file and showed me papers.

“This is my file on you. I had investigators put it together when we first found you. I was so sad to read everything that had happened to you. I wanted so much to help your situation. It’s why I got you the scholarship and picked out clothes for you for here at the university.” Izem began.

“You did all that? I thought it was just part of the program. No wonder my roommate seemed so jealous of everything I got. I thought it was just the standard deal everyone on scholarship had. You did all that?” I typed. Kurtköy travesti

“Of course! I wanted you to be without worry for anything. I wanted you to be a normal college kid. I wanted you to make friends, be goofy, sneak alcohol, do what goofy kids your age should do. I did it so you could see what it felt like to just focus on your studies without a worry in the world. Then when you found me you could choose me… I’d hoped,” Izem said and reached across the table where my hand rested.

“I wanted so much for you, Emi. Your school records showed you had so much promise in writing and the arts. Are you doing anything with that? You have gifts that need to be developed. Are you even going to classes anymore?”

“I… yes, somewhat. Ali had to fix my classes for me so I could pass,” I admitted.

“You didn’t need that, you are perfectly brilliant. You just needed to be on campus and focused. You have so much potential and I wanted you to fulfill it… or at least explore it… You have a beautiful body but also a beautiful mind, Emi. You could really be somebody if he didn’t squash it,” Izem looked at me with sad eyes and reached a hand to cup my cheek. His palm was warm, a little sweaty.

Izem quickly turned his head to the side and I followed his gaze to see Ali right up against the glass pointing a finger at him threateningly. I remembered he said I wasn’t to be touched.

Izem rolled his eyes and gave me a half smile with a shake of his head. “He is so afraid of losing you. I guess I would be too,” he said.

“I am still taking classes. Next semester I will be back on track!” I typed defensively. I understood what he was saying, but my heart had discovered Ali. His love was worth more to me than those things.

“What makes you think he will let you? Has he even mentioned picking out classes or your degree plan? You don’t have one on file. And what about friends? By now you should be making all kinds of friends. They have other deaf students on campus. Did he tell you that? It was recommended by your counselor who you haven’t gone to see since the first week of school!” Izem said.

“I don’t really get a chance to meet other people. We’re currently very busy running from a guy who keeps trying to kidnap me,” I typed.

“I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t trying to kidnap you… But you were mine first. You were stolen from me, not from Ali. I was trying to rescue you. And when you missed your appointment with the ear specialist I thought something had happened to you. Why did you choose not to go?” Izem was getting frustrated with me.

“What ear doctor?” I typed slowly, checking over my shoulder to see Ali sitting in the other room with his arms folded and his eyes on us. Ali leaned his head towards me and signed, “you ok?” I nodded to reassure him and then turned back to Izem and the screen.

“Are you kidding me? No, of course you’re not,” Izem sighed and shook his head, eyes suddenly filling with pity. “He didn’t tell you about it at all, did he? Back when I was watching you in Los Angeles… I got your medical records and sent them to an ear specialist in Geneva. He said there is a new surgery that might correct your hearing. It’s still new, but he agreed he would come here and look at you. He wasn’t hopeful that you would be ideal for the surgery, but agreed to look you over. Ali didn’t mention any of this?”

I shook my head and felt my face flush red. I wanted to look back at Ali, but I knew I couldn’t hide my anger and confusion. I knew he would race in here and I wanted to hear what else Izem had to say.

“If things went well… If he COULD do the surgery on you, I thought we could go to Geneva for your surgery and recover there. I wanted to be the first voice you heard when it was over. I gave him all of the information just before I went to see you at the resort. That was the first time I got to talk with you. You looked so scared. I thought maybe he had told you about the surgery and you didn’t want it.”

“No,” I typed, “He didn’t mention any of it. He said you were a bad man who had many cubs and would hurt me. I didn’t even know you existed until I saw you at the resort.”

“No, Ali was supposed to tell you all about me, tell you all of the things I did to prepare for you. He told me he did that the first few days you were getting to know each other. That was what he was doing, watching you and looking out for you while I was away. Then when you got hurt, I tried to come see you. They didn’t let me in the gate. It’s why I had to sneak to see you at the resort. Ali told me you were damaged, maybe wouldn’t even walk.” Izem was getting angry. I saw a vein in his thick, muscular neck throbbing.

I reached over and touched his hand. “I’m sorry… You are hurt. He says you have many cubs in different cities. He just has me,” I typed. I couldn’t think of what to say or what to believe. It was all just two completely opposite sides of a coin I didn’t ask for.

“Many cubs? That’s not even how Pendik travesti this works. You were to be mine! That’s what he told you? I’m afraid to ask what else he told you. So many lies, Emi. To you, to me, to the associates. He was claiming my business deals were his. It’s amazing what he will do to keep you,” Izem shook his head.

“None of this bothers you? You had EVERYTHING stolen from you. Your chance to learn, to be a normal college guy, to grow up. Didn’t you have a dream? Didn’t you ever want to be a fireman or army soldier? What about your writing? Your high school counselor said you excelled at it. Have you kept up with it? Does Ali even know the things you are good at? Does he even care?”

“He didn’t even give you a choice on your hearing loss. Doesn’t that make you wonder what he doesn’t want you to hear? Why he wants to control your information? He stole your choices, Emi and you really don’t seem upset in the least about any of it.” Izem fumed.

He looked into my eyes with confusion as though he were asking, “Is anyone in there? Anyone at home?”

“I am… upset. I just. I don’t know. This whole thing is so confusing and I don’t know what to believe or whom to trust here. Ali has been so kind to me and he’s loved me like no one ever has. He was the first to make me feel things. My heart, my skin, my… bottom. I love him so much. It’s so hard to listen to these things and believe them. It’s not the lion I know,” I typed and started to sniff back tears.

Izem reached for a box of kleenex from the side table and handed one to me. I blew my nose and wiped the few tears away. He held up another and dabbed at my cheek. I was sure Ali was behind me, ready to break the glass. I didn’t dare turn to look.

“I don’t want to upset you,” Izem began, “That’s not what I’m here to do. Look… You love him. I lost that battle before I even got a chance to fight. I could have made you so happy and you me. It’s not hard to see why you didn’t even last a week without me here. You are so beautiful, little one. If it weren’t him, someone else would have stolen you.”

“Your heart is his, and honestly, he is crazy about you. I have seen him go through boys like… this tissue,” Izem picked up my used kleenex and tossed it to the trash. “But with you he seems transformed, protective, tamed. It’s honestly the first time I’ve ever seen him in love. We grew up together… used to be best friends. I didn’t think anyone could ever tame him. There is a bond between you two that I envy. And worse because it should have been mine…”

He turned back to me sadly, “I’m not here asking you to choose me. That wouldn’t be fair and I can see that fight is useless. I’m asking you to choose yourself. Stand up and if you need to, I will be there to help you do it. Choose Emerson.”

“Right now your world is so simple, so controlled,” he continued. “It feels great right now to be adored and provided for. You’re so young and it seems so simple. Everything is right in place forever and always… But the more of yourself you give away, the fewer options you have when you’re older. Cubs grow up, sweet one. No one is a puppy forever. What will you have then? No education, no job skills, no options. Will it be enough then to just be his houseboy who raises his children and says yes because he has lost memory of the word no?”

“Yes, Emi, I would have loved to be your man, to raise you properly and help you grow. I would have done everything that didn’t hold you back. I would have disciplined you like a proper cub but also built you up to know your value, seek your passions… But you already chose Ali. I can see that plainly. I can’t change that. I wouldn’t want to disrupt your happiness. But please, don’t forget to also choose Emi,” Izem finished.

I nodded. I was numb. An information bomb had been dropped on my candy land and I needed to process it. I drew my knees up into my chest and wrapped my arms around my legs. I felt my heart pumping in my ear and read the last line several times in my head.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” Izem said with a sudden smile as he grabbed my hand excitedly. That apparently drew another angry knock on the glass from Ali because I saw Izem jolt and give an annoyed look over his left shoulder.

He rolled his eyes and gave me a wink. He reached for the box again and pulled out a small, wrapped gift. “This belongs to you. I wrapped it just so Ali could see you open a gift from me and burn with jealousy,” He said with a laugh.

I carefully peeled at the wrapping and found a brown paper box. Inside was a small, faded blue stuffed bear. It was about three inches long and had a broken keychain attached to its head. It felt like it was stuffed with little bean pellets. On its chest it had the LA Dodgers logo.

I turned it over in my hand and then caught sight of the made in China tag. Over it in permanent marker was written, “EAK.” My initials brought back a flood of memories.

**********

When I was younger, I was assigned one of those “big brothers”, a volunteer mentor named Mark. He was a college student and learning sign language. I didn’t understand my feelings for him, but now I could sort out that I had a gigantic crush. He was older, athletic, and treated me like the big brother I’d always wanted.

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So here I am. Lying on Robby’s bed. He’s kneeling over my face. Not so gently sliding his cock into my mouth. My first blow job turned from me giving one to getting my face fucked. And you know what? I don’t hate it. It took some getting used to but once I did it was “ride me cowboy!”

I always told him I’d do anything he wanted and well I guess he decided to take me up on it. My hands were wrapped around him. Holding his ass cheeks and pulling him into me. Occasionally I’d gag from him hitting the back of my throat. I felt bad but think he kinda liked it. And well this is my first time. What do you expect?

I could tell he was getting ready to cum. His balls were tensing up and cock was throbbing a bit. I was both petrified and craving that load. I had no idea what he was going to do. And honestly I had no choice in the matter. He never slowed down. A quick “I’m gonna cum…” and then… Wait. I’m getting ahead of myself here…

I met Robby online about 5 years ago. I’d never been with a man before. Well being honest, I had one drunken encounter in college that I only vaguely remember. It was always a blur and I always wondered what we did. I guess I get an asterisk next to my claim of being a virgin huh? Or does it still count if I don’t remember?

Robby and I chatted online for years. We shared a lot of interests and spent a lot of time talking about them and building a great “virtual” friendship. I’m not going to try to lie though; we had plenty of intense sex chats and video cybersex sessions. I really enjoyed everything about him and I knew that if I were to ever really be with a man it would be him. It had to be him really because I knew it would mean more with someone I knew so well. Someone that could make me want him so much over a computer screen and phone calls HAD to be amazing in person. I needed to find out!

We had set up times to meet and something always came up. One of us had something suddenly come up. I know most if not all mine were genuine (and not fear) and I hoped his were too. This time, we had set up to meet at a local bar at lunch. The morning came and neither of us had backed out. My heart skipped a beat and I was both excited and little scared. There was no way I was backing out. Besides, we were just meeting for a beer. Nothing had to happen if I didn’t want it to.

Twelve came and I was there. I was watching the TV sipping on my beer, trying to act normal and not show that my heart was racing. I was going through a million scenarios in my mind how this would go.

“Chris?”. I was immediately brought back to reality by the sound of Robby’s voice.

He sat across from me in the booth and was even better looking in person than he was over the computer. I wanted to slide under that table and go down on him right then and there. Thinking that might be too forward, and the fear of him not feeling the same about me, I kept to my seat. The conversation just flowed like we had been best friends for years (we had). No uncomfortable small talk. Just leaving off at our last chat about cars, housing projects and all our mutual areas of interest.

I glanced at the TV and an hour had gone by. How did that happen? I did notice Bağdat caddesi travesti I started to feel a little bit of a buzz. Then it happened. The waitress came over to see if we needed anything and Robby asked me if I wanted a shot of tequila. That was the agreed upon sign that one would ask if we wanted to take this to the next level.

I replied “Oh yeah definitely!” The waitress left and then came back with the shots. We did them and promptly paid our tab and hopped in the car to his house.

His house was only a couple minutes from the bar so we were there at his door before I knew it. He looked at me and said “Are you sure you are ready for this?”

I said “Well…” then proceeded to pin him against the wall my right thigh rubbing his groin and planted a hard passionate kiss on him. I felt his hardness against my thigh.

He reached down with his right hand and rubbed my hardness too. It felt so good. I could have kept going but he stopped to open the door.

We walked in and he directed me to have a seat. I did as I was told. Always seems to like the idea of being submissive but that’s another story.

We sat on the couch and he pounced on me. His tongue began probing my mouth and his weight on top of me pinning me to the couch. This time it was his thigh rubbing my throbbing cock through my jeans.

He left my mouth and started kissing down my neck, unbuttoning my shirt and running his lips and tongue down my neck to my stomach. His moth never left my skin and he had my jeans around my ankles before I knew it.

My straining cock pointing straight up and as hard as it had ever been. I’m about 7 inches and average thickness I guess.

Robby gently held my throbbing member telling me how much he loved my cock. He took off his shirt and then dropped to the floor. He ran his tongue up the underside of my balls then cock and I saw fireworks. He took a little into his mouth and began to give me the most amazing blow job I had ever gotten. Amazing. I didn’t think I could last long with how expertly he was sucking me.

I struggled to get free from him and pinned him down on the floor as we fell off the couch. I went straight for his shorts. I unbuttoned them and slid them down and his cock sprang out to greet me. He was about the same size as me but had a huge fat head. I didn’t bother to take his short off I just grabbed that meat. I was on fire. I needed it!

My first cock was now in my hand. It was hard but soft. It felt kind of odd but also amazing. Different than mine. The thought of what I was doing hit me for a split second but then I just had to have it.

I did exactly like Robby had done and ran my tongue up the base of his balls to the underside of his cock and then proceeded to take in a bit of that cock head in my mouth. The warmth of it. The musky man smell. My god, I was meant to be a cocksucker. While I started giving my first blow job, Robby proceeded to take off his shorts and shirt.

I was now taking most of him in my mouth. The feeling of his head almost at my throat was wonderful. I could taste his precum and that just turned me on more. All of a sudden he flipped us over and was Bostancı travesti kneeling above my face.

He asked if I meant it when I told him I’d do anything he wanted. At that moment I wanted that cock in my mouth so bad that I would have agreed to be gang raped by the Green Bay Packers so of course I said “Oh yeah baby. I’m yours. Whatever you want.”

He rotated around and lowered his balls into my mouth and commanded me to suck them. I sucked on one then the other.

I then opened wide so I could take them both deep into my mouth. He was so deep my nose pressed up against his asshole. That didn’t bother me in the slightest. To be honest, I was in pure heaven. He continued giving me the tea bag treatment then pulled them out of my mouth.

Before I had a chance to complain, he rotated back to face me and knelt over me. He leaned forward pushing his cock into my mouth and started gently fucking my mouth.

I was loving that. He took his cock out grabbed and smacked my cheeks and mouth a few times making me begs for it.

He said “Get up, we’re going to the bedroom!” I nodded and eagerly followed him. Walking behind him I saw what a fantastic ass he had. I just wanted to grab it and run my tongue over it right there on the stairs.

When we got in his bedroom he had me get up on the bed and he quickly got back to kneeling over my face. He went back to the slow gently strokes in and out of my mouth. He started building up speed and depth.

He asked me if I wanted more.

I couldn’t answer any more than a grunt so he must have assumed I was OK with it or didn’t care. Soon his balls were slapping against my chin and my nose was buried in public hair. I think he was almost as deep as he could go. I felt him even further in my throat.

His balls started tensing up and cock was throbbing a bit. I was both petrified and craving that load. I had no idea what he was going to do. And honestly I really had no choice in the matter. He never slowed down.

A quick “I’m gonna cum.” and he pulled out jerking his load into my face.

Some went in my hair, some my cheeks. My eyes… I’m coated. A couple globs into my mouth which I quickly swallowed. A small taste. A tease. He tasted better than mine! I wanted more. Once his spasm stopped he sat back panting.

“Don’t move baby, I’ll clean you up.” he said.

He told me to lay there and close my eyes as he wiped away the cum with a warm towel. I loved I could smell it on my skin and taste it in my mouth. I think the room smelled of sex. Or maybe it was just that I was in sensory overload!?!?!

After he finished cleaning me he gave some attention to my aching cock. He rubbed the towel with it coating it with his cum and started slowly jerking it. I moaned in satisfaction. His hand felt so good.

I was dying to cum. I didn’t care how quickly it happened. I just needed to cum. Now! As he jerked me though a new need arose. I needed to be fucked. I needed him in me. That urge overpowered my desire to cum.

I begged him repeatedly… “Fuck me please baby! Please???” I said.

After my begging got more urgent he stopped jerking me and pulled my legs Kartal travesti up onto his shoulders.

He squirted some lube onto a finger and put a big blob right on my man pussy. That caused a tingle up my spine. I needed him in me.

As he pressed one finder into me pushing the lube in I let out a soft moan. It felt so good… even better than my own fingers in the shower. He worked up to 2 and then 3 and I was about to lose it… “Come on baby. Get in me. Now!! Please???”

He reached for a condom and unwrapped it. As he was about to put it on I smacked it out of his hand.

“Fuck that thing!!” I said. “I need to feel you. Only you.” I stated.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Oh yeah. I’ve wanted you to fill me with your load forever now. Please just fuck me now. Whatever you want baby. I’ll do whatever.” I begged.

He paused for a minute.

“Come on…Fuck me now! Please!!” I continued to beg.

He took out his fingers and placed the head of his cock right at my hole. He applied a little pressure and slid in a little bit. His fat head was stretching me good. It kinda hurt a little bit but it was an “oh my god gimme more” kind of pain. He started rocking back and forth into me. And then the head popped into me completely. I groaned and grunted in ecstasy. It was amazing but I needed more.

“Come on baby. Fuck that ass!” I moaned.

He rocked back and forth some more. Going a little deeper each time. The fullness was amazing. He was definitely thicker than anything I’ve had in me before. And it was absofuckinglutely amazing!

I groaned with each thrust. He grunted as he built up speed.

“You are fucking amazing!!” I yell.

Finally he rocked forward with all his weight and was balls deep in me. I let out a loud yelp as that was deeper than anything had been in me too. Again, Mind numbingly amazing! He stayed there a moment and let me adjust then started pounding away at me. It was fucking unlike anything I had ever felt before and I didn’t want him to stop. Ever! I was hooked on cock.

He was going at it hard and with each balls beep pounding into me I was moaning a screaming and begging for him to go harder and faster! I spit into my hand and grabbed my cock and started jerking furiously.

I was probably about 5 strokes from blowing and he announced he was about to cum.

“Me too!” I yelled.

I started to cum and it was an amazingly intense mind numbing orgasm. Shooting up to my face and chest. I was so out of it I didn’t notice that Robby too was cumming.

His body was writhing and he was moaning. He was shooting deep into my body and filling me with his cum.

He collapsed on me…My legs still up on his shoulders and his twitching cock still in me… I could feel the shudders in his body as he slowly pulled out. We were both spent. Out of breath.

“How’d you like it?” He asked?

“Enough to do this.” I said. With that I wrapped my arms around him and passionately kissed him. The sweat. The scent of sex filling my senses. Then I stopped.

Looked at him and said “Wow…Baby you are amazing. I wish we didn’t wait so long…Wow… Just wow!”

Robby smiled and I slid down under him grabbed his softening cock and licked the drop of cum off the tip that had collected and enthusiastically swallowed it. I then squeezed the last drop out of him and snacked on that.

Oh my god that was amazing… I’m hooked and I needed more… like right now…

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Editor’s note: this submission contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sexual situations.

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Chapter 1: First Touch

When I left home for college, I was 18 years old and totally naïve. I spent most of my high school years trying to get lucky, but I was very shy and just didn’t know how to act around women. The sum of my sexual experience included masturbation, porn, and more masturbation, with an occasional date where I wanted to be aggressive, but couldn’t get the nerve up to do it.

I moved to a town about an hour from my parents, and I settled in easily to the partying lifestyle. I rented a house with two roommates, and there was a party every night somewhere, just like in any typical college town.

One afternoon during the first few weeks of class, a guy that went to the high school I had attended called and said he had a job interview in the town I was in, and he needed a place to crash for a couple of days. He was 23, and I had been a friend of his younger sister’s in school, so I knew him somewhat, but we were not close friends. I gave him directions, and told him he could stay in the house if he bought some beer – none of us were legal yet to buy it on our own, and he was more than happy to help us out.

He arrived in the afternoon, and we made a beer run first thing. My housemates and I proceeded to get wasted, and we had a blast playing drinking games until the after midnight. After several hours of partying, I told him that I was going to crash and headed off to my bedroom, which was located at the far end from the rest of the bedrooms in the house.

Bert was going to sleep in the extra bed in my room, so I crawled into my bed wearing my tshirt and BVDs, and just before I turned out the light, he came in with another six-pack of beer and some porn magazines. I was a little surprised, but this was XXX porn, and all I had was a stash of soft core mags. He asked if I wanted a beer and a magazine to look at, and of course I was all for it!

He handed me a beer and a magazine, and sat on the other bed. Neither of us talked for a long time, and I for one was Göztepe travesti intent on what I was reading (and I was steadily sipping the beer). It was pretty high quality XXX porn, and I was really getting into the pictures, especially the ones that showed blowjobs.

Before long I realized that Bert was sitting on the floor beside my bed looking over my shoulder at the pictures that I was so absorbed in. We made a few comments as I turned each page, mostly about how hot the women were or the positions they were using. I finally turned to a photo that showed a hot blonde giving head to a huge cock.

Bert said: “Blowjobs sure feel good, don’t they?”

“Umm…..I don’t know.” I replied.

He proceeded to ask me some questions about my sexual experiences, and I was embarrassed but told him the truth- that I hadn’t done anything except for kissing and making out, and occasionally copping a feel from a girl. He told me that there was nothing to be ashamed of, there was plenty of time to learn and explore, and then he asked me a few more things.

“Bill, do you masturbate?” was his next question.

“Umm…yes I do.” was the only reply I could stutter out.

He asked me how big my cock was, and I just mumbled that I didn’t know (even though I had measured it at just under 9 inches, but was embarrassed to say so). Casually, he asked if he could see it real quick, just to compare it to his, so I said something like “ok, I guess so”. I lifted the covers a little, and lifted the waist on my underwear for about 2 seconds, then I covered up again, embarrassed. He told me it looked very nice, and that women would love it one day. A few minutes later, he suggested that I would probably be more comfortable without tight underwear on, and I thought about it and decided he was right. I slid my underwear off under the covers and I have to say it was much more comfortable.

After a few more sips of beer and a few more pages of porn, he asked if he could see my cock again, because he didn’t get a good look at it the first time. I was wrapped up in the porn, and I shrugged Küçükyalı travesti my shoulders and nodded my head. He lifted the blanket up, and threw it to the side, and there I was, very erect, veins standing out, twitching as I looked at the pictures. He told me again that it looked very nice, and that he was sure once ladies saw it they would love it. I didn’t know how to react to that. For a few minutes after that, I laid there absorbing the pictures, and he was looking at my cock, the porn, and my cock again.

He asked me how often I masturbated, and I confessed that I did it a couple of times every day. Bert told me that was normal, and all guys did it, whether they admitted it or not. Next, he asked me how I masturbated, and all I could think to say was that I did it the normal way. When he asked me what that meant, I didn’t have any answer, and he asked me to show him, to see if I did it the same way he did. Without really thinking about it, I reached down and stroked myself a few times, arching my back up toward my hand, holding my cock just under the head. He watched very intently, then I realized what I was doing and stopped, kind of abruptly. Bert smiled, and said that looked exactly like the way he did it. He thanked me for showing him, and I mumbled something and went back to looking at porn.

Bert finally asked me if he could touch my cock, to see how hard it was- he said it looked very hard, and he was just curious. I guess I was feeling pretty good, and the porn had me pretty excited, so I told him to go ahead. He sat up, leaned toward me, and I felt his hand touch my cock….I couldn’t help but moan when he did, and my cock twitched and swelled up. This was the first time my cock had ever been touched by someone else, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt, even though I tried to act cool about it. His fingers touched me very lightly, and he ran them from the tip to the base while I squirmed around. Bert said I got harder than he did, and then he just left his hand lying on my thigh. I went back to the porn magazine, trying to calm myself down.

While I lay there, Avrupa yakası travesti he kept talking to me, about the women in the pictures, the cocks in the pictures, the cum, everything. After a few minutes, I felt his hand on my cock again, and I didn’t object. He was running his fingers up my cock, tracing the veins with his hands, and eventually he wrapped his hand around me. I was having trouble staying still, and he seemed to be enjoying himself. Eventually, he asked me if I wanted a blowjob, so I would know what one was like when a woman did it for me. In the state I was in, it didn’t take me long to blurt out “YES!”.

Bert smiled, then moved down the bed, still kneeling on the floor. He pulled the blanket completely off me, and asked me to take off the t-shirt I had on, then he held my cock by the base and looked at it, complimenting me on the veins again. Finally, he bent down and licked the side of my shaft, very lightly, and ran his tongue up from the base to the top. I thought I would pass out!

Finally, he leaned over my cock and ran his tongue around the rim of the head, while he held the base with his hand. My cock was so swollen, and every inch of my body felt alive as he slid the head of my cock into his mouth. He was sliding down my shaft very slowly, letting me feel every bit of it as he sucked. I was lifting my hips off the bed, arching my back toward his mouth, and moaning, while he sucked and played with my balls at the same time. As he got faster, I got louder, and finally I told him I was going to cum. Bert held my cock by the base, stopped, and told me to lay back and enjoy it.

As I started to cum, Bert moved his mouth up and down my cock faster. I tensed up, pushed into his mouth, and started to shoot the biggest load I have ever shot into his mouth. He kept going, taking all the cum, squeezing my cock til I was finished, then he licked it off the shaft and head. I lay there breathing heavy for a few minutes, while he held my cock, then he asked me if I liked it.

I have to say I was quick to answer “YES!”. He laughed, and told me that he enjoyed doing it, and that I had a very nice cock. After that, he asked me to sleep nude the rest of the night, and went to his bed and turned out the light. I laid there awake for a while, trying to comprehend what had just happened.

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I closed my eyes as I leant forwards to kiss him on the lips. We’d done it countless times before, and I was praying that it would still feel the same. There were his lips, delicately and sensitively moving over mine, the lips I knew and loved. But then there were the feathers, all around his mouth, tickling my cheek, the feathers which didn’t belong.

I pulled away from my lover. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I guess I’m going to need a little time to get used to… to the way you are now.”

His face fell. “You don’t like it?”

“Oh no, Fabien, you look beautiful. Stunning. It’s just… you’re so different, I can hardly recognise you under there.”

Over the last few decades, cosmetic surgery had sprinted forwards. No longer was a man required to accept the body nature had bestowed upon him, now the Reshapers could embellish it as his imagination saw fit, and even alter its very form, at only modest cost. It was nothing unusual to walk down the street and see fur or tails, webbed feet or claws, silver skin or even gleaming iridescent eyes on your fellow human beings. What people kept in their pants was even more surprising. And now Fabien had joined the Reshaped by fulfilling his lifelong desire – for a full coat of feathers.

As he stood there in our hallway, swathed in a still-dripping raincoat, all I could see of his new plumage was his face, standing a few inches higher than mine. Cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, lips: all were covered in short, soft brown feathers, looking from a distance like neatly cropped fur. Around his eyes, they darkened to a deep black.

With a small, mischievous smile he threw back his hood, watching my reaction closely. He needn’t have worried – I was impressed. His hair had gone and in its place were more feathers: these ones long and brilliant orange, sprouting magnificently back and down across the sweep of his head. It gave the impression of a dancing flame engulfing him as they wavered gently in the breeze.

“Good God,” I said, unable to keep from grinning, “I’ve got an orange boyfriend!”

He ran a hand playfully through his vivid feather-hair, fanning the flames. “You nearly had a green one, Sam. I was torn.”

An understatement. He’d been drawing up all kinds of designs for months, ranging from the drab to the technicoloured. The final plan had been kept a close secret from all but him and his Reshapers; I’d never asked to see it, I knew he wanted to surprise me.

“You made the right choice. Green would have made you look like a tree. So what happens further down?” His clothes afforded a view of nothing lower than his neck, where a pair of black lines, delicately picked out against the brown, trickled down the curve of his throat on either side, leading suggestively down below his collar.

“Tsch. Impatient!” He winked, grinned. “You’ll see, all in good time.”

I knew him well enough to see that he was yearning to strip then and there and twirl in front of me, to show off his new body in its full glory. But Fabien was patient. He’d tease me. A little bit at a time. Drawing out the pleasure, lapping up my reactions, savouring his seconds, that was his way.

“Sam, I’m knackered. Mind if I go straight to bed?” It was nearly midnight. He’d been at the Reshapers since early morning, and I didn’t think he’d slept much the night before.

“Of course not. I’ll join you, it’s been a long day for me too.”

“Then: to bed.” And he surprised me, sweeping his right arm around my shoulders, taking my left hand in his own and leading me upstairs, wet coat and all. His hand felt warm and fuzzy against mine. I glanced down, noticing it for the first time: orange feathers across the back of the hand and fingers, like on his head, but much shorter and neater. The palms and undersides of the fingers were covered in a pale brown down, soft and pleasant to hold. I squeezed it, he squeezed back.

He looked beautiful. I could put to rest my fears that he would turn himself into a botched monstrosity or a psychedelic garish horror. But I still had the deeper fear, gnawing away inside me. The fear that I wouldn’t be able to see through the feathers. That they would stand immovably and unbreachably between me and the old Fabien, the man I’d fallen in love with.

***

It was nearly midday when I awoke. Looking over, I saw that Fabien was already up, with only a few loose feathers on the sheets to mark his having been there. The night before, he’d made me go to brush my teeth while he got himself undressed and into bed, and had himself tucked firmly between the sheets before I got there, leaving his new body a secret for a little longer.

Getting up and dressed, I wandered across to the living room, hearing Fabien in the shower downstairs. It was a scorching hot day, the air still humid from yesterday’s rain, and I threw open windows. Then I cleared a space for breakfast on our little table, put on the kettle and two slices of bread to toast, got out plates and mugs. The toast done, I spread both slices Ataşehir Travesti squarely with butter and marmalade, and started on the tea. I was just stirring in the milk when Fabien came upstairs, rubbing his feathered head dry with a towel.

“Sam, we’re going to need to buy a lot more shampoo.”

He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, leaving his arms bare. The outer sides were forested with feathers of the same fiery orange that adorned his head, from long ones near his shoulder to shorter, denser growth at his wrist. The inner sides were brown, only slightly shorter than their orange counterparts. A few subtle black markings complemented the whole, just enough to break the monotony of his long slim arms without seeming to lose the simplicity.

“Orange and brown, with a bit of black,” I said, sitting down at the table in front of one plate, pushing the other towards the empty chair. “You’ve got a consistent colour scheme at least. Is it like that all over?”

“No,” he replied, throwing the towel to one side he sat down opposite me. His head feathers stuck out at odd angles from the towelling, giving him an appearance less of a flame than an explosion. He smiled, warmly and expectantly. “Well, do you fancy trying that kiss again? You quit half-way through last night.”

I didn’t want to kiss that feathered face again, attractive yet unfamiliar, but I couldn’t let Fabien know that. I smiled. “Oh, alright, if you insist.” He leaned forward, bringing his hand round to hold the side of my head; I rested my own on his shoulder, feeling the strange softness of the feathers on the side of his neck. My heart was racing. I kept telling myself: this is Fabien, the man you love, whom you’ve kissed a thousand time before. Just see through the feathers, see him. Our lips met, caressed, softly. The feathers on his face tickled all around my mouth as our lips slid over one another, like kissing a man with a full beard, but softer. Not unpleasant, but for me, an unwanted sensation. As we pulled gently apart, I felt ashamed to be glad that it was over.

“Are you alright, Sam?” His face was a picture of concern. “You didn’t seem to be fully into that.”

“Sorry, Fabien”, I replied through a mouthful of toast and marmalade. “I’m still getting used to the feathers. I’ll get there.” He frowned, and seemed about to take it further, so I quickly changed the subject. “You seem to be moulting,” I said, pointing to some loose feathers on the floor.

“They said that’d happen for the first day or two, then settle down. And I can go back for a refresh whenever I need it. So don’t worry! I’m not going to end up looking like a half-plucked parrot in a few months. This is forever.” As he said it, he grinned to himself, looking down at his arms as if in amazement.

Fabien had wanted feathers for as long as I’d known him. It was his foremost ambition, he was obsessed. Feathers fit his idealised self-vision, were to him a part of his identity with which nature had failed to equip him. And yet, he’d been willing to forego the procedure for my sake, to sacrifice his dream to keep me content. But I wouldn’t have it, I encouraged him, seeing that without feathers, he’d never in his own mind be a truly whole person. I helped him. I told him that if he was beautiful to himself, he’d be beautiful to me, and tried to believe it.

“Sam, what are we doing sat in here on a day like this? We have to get out there and show me off to the world!”

And with that, he was on his feet, downed his tea, and rushed out the room with his half-eaten toast in one hand, to ready himself for his first public appearance. I finished breakfast at a leisurely rate, listening to the sounds from the bedroom, which were suggestive of Fabien learning a lot about the limitations of a hairbrush. Wandering downstairs, I smothered my face in sun cream, and considered leaving it out for Fabien but then decided he probably wouldn’t need it.

A few minutes later he emerged, the earlier post-shower unruliness gone, every feather meticulously arranged, ready to be presented to the world. He’d changed his jeans for shorts, showing off his legs, feathered orange and brown like his arms, with the orange at the front, the brown at the back. And thick, getting thicker further up the leg, until by the thigh I could imagine sinking my hand into the voluptuous plumage and losing sight of the fingers.

“Looking good, Fabien. Ready to turn some heads?”

“Not unless you do something about that sun cream, look at you, you look like you’ve just been hit by a cream pie. Hold still a minute.”

He was in front of me in an instant, frowning in concentration as he moved his downy palms back and forth across my face in gentle, rhythmic motions which tickled me and made me giggle despite myself.

“There,” he said, pinching my cheek affectionately once the last of the thick white cream had been spread, “pretty as a postcard. Now let’s get out there before you manage to spoil those good looks Anadolu yakası travesti all over again.”

He offered his arm, and I took it as we walked outside into the summer heat.

***

We’d turned a few heads, received a few stares, but not so many as one might expect. There were stranger things than Fabien walking the streets those days.

The tall gorgeous stranger with whom I walked arm-in-arm was not my lover Fabien. He didn’t look like him: Fabien had had smooth, pale skin, chaotic brown hair and brilliant green eyes; it startled me how much I was discovering that my bond with him was tied up in my mind with that image. I’d presumed that I could learn to see the same man through the feathers, but it was more than that, Fabien himself seemed a different person. More confident. Gone were his slight shyness in public, his desire to be led. Perhaps, to his way of thinking, this was the first time in his life he’d been anything other than naked?

We’d stopped in the park, thronged with people on the bright summer’s afternoon, and sat on the grass to enjoy the sunshine. Fabien talked at length, chirpily, bouncing haphazardly between subjects. I listened only intermittently. Whilst he talked, he held my hand, gently caressing it absent-mindedly with his thumb, back and forth, back and forth. Something in me told me that I should be enjoying this time together, but I just felt a little cold inside.

Then: “Sam, I’m too hot,” and glancing round to make sure I was watching, he pulled off his t-shirt, letting his full feathered chest free.

It followed in outline the same colour scheme as the rest of him: an incandescent orange over his back and shoulders, and soft brown on his chest. Both were thick and shaggy, padding out his thin frame and giving him a curiously cuddly look. From his neck, two black lines of feathers diffused into a mottling of black amongst the brown across his chest. Moving down, the black feathers became more sparse and white ones began to appear, until by his stomach he was speckled white, a pattern which continued to thicken downwards at least as far as the belt of his shorts.

“You look terrific, Fabien.” I meant it, but I could feel a tear in the corner of my eye. Every feather I saw seemed to distance him from the old Fabien, my Fabien.

“Sam, what’s wrong?” He took my hand again, in both of his.

“It’s the feathers, Fabien.” I took I deep breath. “They look lovely, I really mean it, but I feel like… I feel like I’ve lost you.”

He frowned, puzzled.

“I mean… I can’t see through the feathers, to see you, not yet.”

“Why do you want to see through them? I thought you liked them.”

“I do, but… maybe that’s not what I meant, I meant to say… it’s like there’s an old Fabien, and a new Fabien, and it’s like the old one’s drifted away.”

“Oh. Oh, Sam, why didn’t you tell me the feathers bothered you so much? Tomorrow, I’ll go back, they’ll be gone, you can have your old Fabien back.”

“No, oh no, I don’t want you to do that, please!”

He studied me for a moment. “What do you want?”

“I want… I just want…” I floundered. “I don’t know! I’m all muddled up, I don’t know what I want, I don’t know what’s wrong, but I don’t feel close to you any more!” I stifled a sob that was fighting to escape.

“Sam! Stop.” He took his hands and gripped my head firmly, one on either side. The surprise stilled me. “Your mind’s overclocking, and running in circles again. Remember the last time?” I nodded. “Close your eyes. Breathe. Relax.”

I shut my eyes and breathed deeply. And again. And again. I opened my eyes.

“Are you OK now?” I nodded. “Good. Now look me in the eyes.” I caught them and stared. Brilliant green eyes staring back into mine. Fabien’s eyes, beautiful, unchanged.

“Everything’s perfectly simple. There’s nothing whatsoever to worry about. It’s me! And I love you, Sam.”

And there he was. My Fabien. My fabulous feathered Fabien, and I loved him.

I wanted to tell him, but I couldn’t because I found myself crying, the pent-up worry and anguish and self-imposed mental torture washing away in tears. He put his arms around me, and I buried my face in the thick, warm, shaggy feathers of his chest.

***

I must have fallen asleep, for presently I awoke, lying with my head pillowed on Fabien’s chest and the sun gently toasting my arms. I didn’t get up straight away but stayed still, feeling my head rise and fall with the rhythm of his breath. I felt sleepily tranquil, and idly watched a butterfly as it flitted distractedly over the feathers of his arm, perhaps having mistaken them for flowers.

“Are you feeling better now, Sam?”

“Mmmm. Much better. A whole world better.” I sat up, and shuffled over to sit close besides him, him lying in the grass on his back. Lazily I extended one hand and sifted my fingers through his feathers, feeling them, connecting to them: the thick, warm blanket of his chest; the Bursa Travesti velvet rustle of his arms; the soft tickle of his neck and chin.

“So are you sure you don’t want me to get these out tomorrow?”

“Don’t you dare,” I reprimanded him, and kissed him on the nose, which tickled pleasantly.

He reached up his arms to take me by the waist, pulling me over him. Cupping his head in my hands, relishing the feel of feathers between my fingers, I gazed down at my lover’s face with its striking orange blaze and its gorgeous green eyes. And then I kissed him, softly at first, our lips dancing over one another, but then more urgently, passionately, pulling him towards me, my whole body moving with the intensity of the kiss. His fingers squeezed and massaged my hips as we squirmed on the grass, throwing everything into this long and delicious moment.

Sated, I pulled away, breathless, aroused. Fabien, panting quietly, lifted a finger to stroke my cheek with his feather touch. “We’d better go home then,” he said.

I glanced around at the crowded park, and nodded. Stiffly I stood up, offering a hand to help Fabien to his feet, and we set off towards our home, him with an arm around my shoulders, me with an arm around his waist, my fingers buried in the thick feathers of his side.

As we walked I felt as though my mind were emptying, cleansed of everything but simple contentment, and a serene consciousness of the majestic man walking besides me, the complex rhythm of his limbs, the rustle and tickle of his fine feathers.

***

He threw me down onto the bed and kissed me again, hungrily, wetly. This wasn’t the old Fabien: he’d always wanted me to take control. This Fabien was on top of me, pawing my face with his hands and kissing me again and again. And I liked it.

Raising my hand to his chest, I burrowed my fingers in the thick feathery warmth, feeling the urgent racing of his heart. I moved to take off my shirt, but he batted my hand away and began unbuttoning it himself, from the top down; first a button, then a pause for another pressing and passionate kiss, then another button, and so on down the shirt. I gripped hard now on the long feathers of his lower back, now the back of his thigh. My shirt gone, he unbuckled my belt and slid off my trousers. Reaching up I unfastened his own belt and pulled off his shorts, sliding them awkwardly down the heavily feathered legs, leaving us both in nothing but our underpants.

Fabien bulged with excitement, as must have I. I laid my left hand over the rounded fabric covering his shapely buttocks, feeling more feathers underneath. My right hand I moved to push the fingers into the soft white-dappled feathers of his belly, and then worked it downwards, sliding under the elastic to find his groin. The feathers seemed to become softer, downier, until at last I found myself gripping the solid bar of his erect penis, and here at last I was grateful to feel bare flesh under my fingers.

He squeaked with pleasure as I massaged the shaft briefly under the fabric, before moving down to fondle his testes. A soft downy fuzz covered them, and I luxuriated in the feel of it against my skin as I kneaded them gently.

I shivered as Fabien touched me back, patting and stroking my cock and balls through the material. Then, reaching for the elastic he eased them down, over my knees and feet and off. My cock sprang up, eager and erect. Following the example I slid off his own pants, leaving him fully naked in front of me for the first time. I could see, now, that his groin and testes sported a mane of fluffy white down, brilliant and bright, right up to the base of his penis, and which continued in a stripe between his legs and up to the small of his back. Around it, more vivid orange feathers continued across his buttocks and sides down to his legs.

“What do you think? That bit’s just for you.”

“Fabien, I love it! Hang on, don’t move…”

Holding onto the shaft with one hand, the other hooked over his back, I sat up a little, bringing my face close to his cock. It dripped in anticipation. Carefully, I planted a kiss on the tip, tasting the salty fluid with my tongue. Fabien squealed, then laughed, hugging me tightly. Impulsively I thrust my face forwards into the fluffy pubic down, inhaling, enjoying its rich scent of sweat and sex and shampoo.

Meanwhile his hands had found my cock and he began to work the shaft, ever so slowly, the down of his palms brushing the sensitive skin, invigorating my excitement.

I turned my attention back to his own penis, bringing my mouth around the tip, running my tongue over it, and then drawing the whole shaft slowly inside me, until I felt feathers tickling my nose, and I could not take any more without choking. Then slowly, as slowly as I knew he liked it, I began moving back and forth, working his manhood between my tongue and the roof of my mouth as deftly as I was able, savouring the taste and the sensation.

I was just settling into a rhythm when I felt a sharp tap on my shoulder. Fabien. “That’s great,” he gasped, “really great. But pull out. I’ve got a mind for something else.”

I pulled away, and he leapt off the bed and dashed to the bedside drawer from where, after a quick rummage, he pulled a jar of lubricant.

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Eighteen years ago there had been a daring robbery at Werthen’s (Jeweler to the Stars.) Fifty million dollars worth of precious gems had been taken. They were gone. The jewels had totally disappeared. Even though the police were fortunate enough to have captured the culprit.

They had captured the burglar’s face on a hidden video camera, and they even had his fingerprints on a banana peel near the safe, though not on the safe itself. The district attorney had built up an iron-clad case against Ethan Crosley, a career criminal, suspected in many other jewel heists. He had had an alibi, of course. He said he had spent the entire evening with his girlfriend, Mona Kensley at Dilly’s, a local ice cream parlor, and that they had each had six chocolate Sundays. Later investigation, however, revealed that Dilly’s had been closed that night when the refrigeration failed, and that Mona had spent the entire night at Candace Carney’s. Candace owned the local whorehouse. She was a career madam. Candace herself testified that Mona had serviced forty-two men that night, one after the other, and not one of them had been Ethan Crosley. Both Mona, and Madam Candace had made quite a bundle for themselves. Candace was forced to reveal the names of the johns to the police, who were very decent about it, and did not tell their wives. Each of the men corroborated the story, and gave Mona excellent reviews in cocksucking, plus vaginal and anal intercourse.

The prosecution had won a conviction, and Ethan Crosley had been sentenced to twenty years in prison. International Re, the big insurance company, was in an awful position. They were on the hook for fifty million dollars. Unless…..Unless…..they could recover the jewels.

They tried everything they could. They tried to have Ethan tortured to reveal the location of the jewels. His lips were sealed. They promised to get him an immediate pardon, and set him at large again in the community, if only he would divulge the location of the jewels. His lips were sealed. Obviously his plan was to wait it out. To serve his twenty years, and then disappear. A fabulously wealthy jewel thief.

International Re had paid the claim thirteen years ago. But they wanted their money back. They were not about to give in so easily. They wanted to recover those jewels.

I had recently been hired by International Re as an investigator. The only talk around the office was ‘Ethan Crosley’ and the ‘fifty million dollar stash of jewels.’ Ethan’s release date was only two years in the future now. Not much time to get him to reveal the information we needed. I was intrigued. I knew it would be quite a feather in my cap, if I could solve the case and recover the booty. This was a real career builder.

I began to be obsessed with those jewels. More than anyone else at International Re, I wanted to be the one responsible for recovering them. My name would be on page one of every newspaper in the country. ‘Warren Westing, Master Detective, recovers stolen treasure.’ I was Warren Westing, of course.

If only I could get close to Ethan Crosley. Be a friend to him. Be a Confidante. Yes. I needed to become a Confidante. A mad scheme started percolating in my brain. I made an appointment with Matt Rosenbee, the CEO of International Re.

At three o’clock the next afternoon, I approached Flossie’s desk. Flossie was Matt Rosenbee’s private secretary. Her desk stood right outside of his office door, which she guarded with the ferocity of a mother tiger.

“May I help you?” she asked me, without even looking up. I could have been the janitor for all she knew. No. I guess I couldn’t have been the janitor. I was wearing a blue suit. I’m sure she saw my blue suit.

“I have an appointment with Mr. Rosenbee, Flossie,” I said. She must have known that. She had made the appointment for me, when I called. She had conveyed my message to Matt Rosenbee that I had an idea about how to get the jewels back, and he had agreed to see me.

“Yes,” she said. “You’ll have to wait a few minutes. He’s having his donut and coffee. Sit down.” She gestured to the row of seats behind me. I sat. Donuts and coffee? I had this brilliant idea, and he was having donuts and coffee? I wondered what kind of donuts. Filled or glazed?

From the table beside me, I picked up this week’s edition of the popular economics journal, ‘Trickle Down.’ I was reading about the latest merger in the Pharmaceuticals industry. Perkins Hodges was buying Lakeford Pills, with the object of eliminating Lakeford’s cholestorol pill, Zapadril, which had been in competition with their own drug, Mucor. After eliminating Zapadril, they would be able to quintuple the price of Mucor. I was in the middle of the article, when Flossie called me.

“All right,” she said. “You can go in now.”

I replaced the magazine on the top of the pile on the table, and walked towards Rosenbee’s door. I entered his office and shut the door behind me. He was wiping his lips with a paper napkin. A small leftover crescent of donut sat on the china plate, which Maltepe travesti he now pushed aside. The donut had been glazed. Maple.

He gestured to the armchair across the big desk from him.

“What can I do for you, Westin?” He asked me.

“I have an idea about the jewels,” I said.

“Yes. Yes. That’s what Flossie told me. Very interesting. Would you care to tell me about this idea of yours?”

“That’s why I’m here, sir,” I patiently explained.

“Well. Out with it, then. I’m all a-twitter.”

Was he being sarcastic?

“Well. I was thinking. Maybe I could become Crosley’s friend.”

“Oh,” he nodded. “It’s that simple. You can become Crosley’s friend. And he’ll tell you where the jewels are?”

“That’s sort of what I was thinking, sir.”

“Are you crazy?” He started screaming at me.

“But if we became very good friends…..???” I was beginning to realize that my idea might sound ridiculous. Why would Crosley ever pick me as a friend? Why would he ever trust me? If he had never told anyone in eighteen years, whyever would he tell me? My coming here had been a mistake. I had deluded myself with dreams of glory. All those headlines in my mind, had convinced me that I was invincible. That I could do anything. That I could get the information. I was a fool. I tried to save my dignity as best I could. “I could be very friendly, sir. I could be very sympathetic. He’s probably never had a caring sympathetic buddy. I could provide a shoulder for him to cry on. If he began to pour out his heart to me, if I could get him to bare his soul??? I don’t know. Maybe you’re right. Maybe I am crazy.”

“Yesss,” he said slowly. “It would probably never work. But still, maybe, maybe, maybe, it might be worth at least a try? I mean. We have nothing to lose, now, do we?”

“No, sir,” I assured him.

“How would we do it?” he asked me. “How would you get to be his friend?”

“I would need your help, sir.”

“What were you thinking of?”

“Well. I would need to get into that prison. Preferably into the same cell? I don’t know if that would be possible.”

“I don’t know,” he said.

“You would have to have a lot of records faked, showing that I was some kind of a criminal. But you would also have to get the real facts on file somewhere. Like. In case you got hit by a bus, I would be able to prove that I was an investigator, not a criminal, so that I wouldn’t spend the rest of my life behind bars.”

“That sounds reasonable,” he agreed.

“Some big official’s office would have to be in on it with us.”

“I could make all the arrangements through The Federal Bureau of Reinsurance in Washington. That way everything is covered. Everything is professional. Everything is legal. There would be no danger for you.”

I thought this over. It sounded like a good plan. “Okay,” I decided.

“You’re sure you want to go through with this?” He cocked his head.

I paused a few seconds before answering. The fame. The adulation. The large financial reward I would, no doubt, get. It was too much to give up. I was willing to try it. So if it didn’t work, I would just get myself released. What would be the harm? “Yes,” I decided. Definitely. “I want to go through with this.”

“Okay, Westin. Let’s do it. Nothing risked, nothing gained. I have to hand it to you. You’re a brave guy.”

“I am?” I asked naively. “Why?”

“To go to prison. To be in that atmosphere. With all those hardened criminals. I gotta hand it to you. I’m really impressed.”

I hadn’t really been thinking about it in that way. But I would just have to learn to deal with whatever came up. “I’ll be okay,” I assured him.

“Okay. I’ll get the ball rolling tomorrow. Check with me on Friday. You know, if this works out, there could be a handsome bonus in it for you.”

“Yes,” I said. “I thought there might be.”

We both stood up, and shook hands across his desk. As I was turning to leave, I saw him reach down and pick up the small remaining chunk of the glazed maple donut. He popped it in his mouth and devoured it.

It was arranged that I would be transported to Sandusky (the prison) on the 25th of the month. At the moment, Ethan was alone in his cell, having smashed his last cellmate’s face into the steel bars one tense evening. The prison officials were leery about putting a new prisoner in the cell, but the Bureau explained how important it was, and they agreed. They also promised to try to keep a special eye on me. I was grateful for that.

At Sandusky, they took my clothes and gave me my prison-issue oranges (orange uniforms). Then they handcuffed me, and two guards escorted me down many long corridors to my new home.

Finally, they stopped before one of the identical metal cages, and one of the guards turned a large key in the lock. An orange-garbed man, sitting on the lower bunk, looked up in surprise.

“What are you doing?” he yelled. “This is my cell. I got a single here.”

“Not any more, Ethan,” said the Ümraniye travesti guard with the keys. He unlocked my handcuffs, and they left me there, locking the door behind them. I was in my new cell with Ethan Crosley, the famous jewel thief.

He was an imposing man. Around six foot four, padded with muscles-everywhere. His shirtsleeves were rolled up and multi-colored tattoos covered his bulging arms. His prison uniform was unbuttoned at the top, and I saw more ink on the exposed skin of his chest. I saw a skull and I saw a dagger dripping red blood. His head was completely shaved and looked like a round-tipped bullet. Even if there had been a large crowd in the room, you couldn’t help noticing him. There was something…..I don’t know….fascinating???

“Hi,” I said jovially, approaching him with an outstretched hand. “I’m Warren. Warren Westin.”

He didn’t answer me, and he didn’t take my hand. I stood there like a lunkhead for a few minutes, and then I climbed up to the top bunk. That was the available one.

“Okay,” I said. “But if you need anything, just remember I’m here.”

We went to the mess hall for dinner, and then we returned to our cell. I, wisely, didn’t utter another word. When they turned off the lights, I tried to sleep. I was a nervous wreck, and my brain was doing cartwheels. I could have used a sleeping pill. It must have been after four a.m. that I finally dozed off. They woke us at six. I was very tired the next day.

Ethan kept giving me nasty looks. He was friendly enough with the guards and some of the other prisoners in the yard. They seemed to be bringing him things. Doing favors for him. Well, why not? He was a wealthy jewel thief. He could take care of them financially, I figured.

But my plan wasn’t going very well. We were two complete strangers, stuck in the same little cage. He didn’t like me, and he didn’t want me there. He was certainly not going to confide in me and tell me where the jewels were. He wouldn’t even talk to me. He wouldn’t even acknowledge my presence.

But one day something happened, and everything changed. What happened was terrible, and nothing I would ever have wished for, but it happened. Poor guy.

In the middle of the afternoon, they came to take Ethan from the cell. They told him he had visitors.

“It’s not even visiting day,” he argued.

“We’re making an exception,” said the guard. “Your sisters are here. Irma and Elsie. They need to speak to you.”

His face suddenly clouded over and he looked very afraid. And very human.

“Is anything wrong?” he asked in a small voice.

“We don’t know anything,” the guard answered. “Your sisters want to see you. Come on.”

They handcuffed him and led him down the many corridors toward the visitor’s room. I was curious, myself. How come they were allowing him a special visit? Did it have anything to do with the jewels???

An hour later they brought him back. His eyes were red and his cheeks were streaked with tears. Something awful had happened. The guards removed his handcuffs and left us alone. He stood there with his face lowered and pressed against the bars, holding the bars tightly in his hands. Silent sobs were wracking his body. I could see it in the spasmodic twitching of his back. What could I do for him? I needed to help him. But how?

I stepped up to him and laid my hand on his back, near his shoulder.

“What is it, Ethan?” I asked him. He just shook his head and gave an audible sob.

“Oh, Ethan. Tell me. Tell me. What happened? Let me help you.”

“You can’t help me,” he said bitterly. “No one can help me.”

“Tell me what it is. Confide in me. Please,” I begged him.

Finally he gave in and the words started pouring forth.

“It’s my mother,” he said in a wet, choked voice. “My mother. She was run over by a snowplow. She’s dead. My poor mother is dead.”

I was shocked. How terrible. Poor guy. I didn’t know what to do, so I just put my arms around him, and made him lay his head on my shoulder. “Ssshhh,” I soothed. “Ssshhh.”

I gently ran my hand down his cheek and just kept stroking him. He cried and he cried, as I stroked his shiny head and his face. “Ssshhh. My poor baby. My poor baby,” I crooned. What kind of words were those coming out of a hardened criminal’s mouth? Was I crazy? ‘My poor baby?’ Where had that one come from? But he was responding. He put his arms around me and held me, as he cried, and as I stroked him. I led him to the bottom bunk, and we sat side-by-side, and continued. For about a half hour. I suddenly realized why I had used the phrase ‘my poor baby’. It had been a stroke of genius on my part. The man had just lost his mother, and I was acting maternal. I was filling in for the poor woman. I was giving him what he most needed at this moment.

“Ssshhh. My poor baby. Everything will be all right. I’ll take care of you. Everything will be all right.” I had once said something about providing Ethan with a shoulder to cry on. Well. Now I had done just Tuzla travesti that. Maybe our friendship would develop after this. I was hopeful. “Ssshhh. My poor baby,” I continued.

After dinner, at lights-out, Ethan had a strange request. “I could use some company tonight,” he said. “I know it’s kind of narrow, but could you stay with me on the lower bunk tonight?”

“Of course,” I said. “Of course. I’d be happy to.” My scheme might work after all.

We lay down side by side, and it really was a tight fit. But I cradled his head against my neck, and he wrapped his big arms around my chest, and we both fell asleep.

After that…. I know you won’t be surprised, but we got to be very good friends. We sat next to each other in the mess hall. We played ball together in the yard. And when he got me a pack of cigarettes, I accepted them gladly. I couldn’t bear to tell him I didn’t smoke.

We were still sharing the lower bunk every night. At first we had slept in our orange uniforms, but we needed to keep them fresher during the day. They only changed them twice a week. So eventually we just slept in the raw. I couldn’t help noticing the big thick floppy piece of meat dangling over his hairy balls, but I just averted my eyes as much as possible. Occasionally I felt I was getting an erection, (after all, I certainly hadn’t had any sex since I’d been in prison.) but I just kept my back to Ethan so he wouldn’t see it.

One night, while we were lying side by side, he said something to me.

“You know, Warren. You’re a real good friend. I appreciate it. I never had a lot of friends. I guess you’re the best friend I ever had.”

I thought about that for a few minutes and realized something. “You know I never had any friends either. I guess you’re the best friend I ever had.” I felt a tremendous warmth spread first through my stomach, and then all over, as I made this observation.

“Well, anyhow,” he didn’t want to get too sentimental. “I’m really glad, you’re here. I’m sorry I acted like such a prick at first.”

“Forget it,” I said. “It just doesn’t matter anymore.”

We were lying there trying to fall asleep, and he was making funny sighing noises.

“What is it?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” I pressed him. “What is it? Tell me. You know you can tell me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” he said.

“You can tell me anything,” I pressed further. Would he ever??? “What is it?” I touched his face again, and stroked it a few times.

“I’m going crazy,” he said. “It’s just that I need a blowjob so bad. I haven’t shot a load in such a long time.”

“You haven’t?” I asked.

“You know that,” he said. “We live together.”

“Yes,” I said. And then nervously I asked him, “Did you want me to do it for you?”

“Did you ever give anybody head?”

“No,” I said truthfully. “Never.”

“Forget it,” he said. “Just forget I mentioned it. I don’t want to presume on our friendship. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. I know some guys in prison rape other guys, but I would never do anything like that. You know that, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said. “I know that.”

He twisted around a little bit and sighed a couple of times.

“I don’t like to see you like this,” I said. “I want to do something to help you.”

“No. Absolutely not,” he answered, and turned slightly away from me.

“Please. Please let me do it for you. I want to. It would be an honor. I would be proud. Please.”

“You really want to?” he asked me.

“A lot,” I said. “Let me help you out. Please.”

“Well, okay,” he said slowly and rested more comfortably on his back again.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked.

“Crawl down between my legs.”

I followed his instructions as he guided me. He was very hard. And I could feel the heat radiating out of his instrument onto my face. I began by grasping and licking it, and getting it good and wet, just as he told me to do. He had me take each of his large balls in my mouth and suckle on them. Finally he pressed my face down over his dick, and it entered my mouth. We spent about two hours, with me sucking him, and him working my head around into different angles. He was determined to break me of my gag reflex, so I would always enjoy nursing on his fleshy milkbottle.

“Oh. You’re so good,” he crooned in a low voice. “Watch your teeth. Wrap your lips around your teeth, honey. We don’t want teeth.”

After a half hour or so, I learned to retract them. This wasn’t so bad, but I would have to inform Rosenbee about the latest change in our relationship. I wanted him to know what a sacrifice I was making for International Re.

“Oh, baby. You suck like a pro. You sure you never sucked a cock before?”

I lifted my mouth off it for a moment. Only to answer him. “Never. Never. I swear it. You’re the first.”

“Do you like it, baby? Do you like sucking on my big prick?”

“Yes. Yes,” I said. “I love it. I love you.”

He laughed. “Now don’t go getting all sentimental on me. It’s just a cock. It’s not true love.”

“Yes,” I agreed, and I laughed a little, as I was blowing him. I didn’t want him to get scared and shy off. “No love,” I assured him. “Just a blowjob.” I laughed again and he was reassured.

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=== Friendly warning: Parts of this series include incest between a man and his father ===

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I watched the green hills pass by as we were getting further and further away from civilization from my back seat. Wow, this place was really out there… I have to say, I was a little nervous about this whole idea. Two weeks was a long time to be somewhere in the cabin for a vacation. I’m not going to pretend like I’m not a city rat. I’m used to having my warm water, my internet connection, and my comfort. Sure, it’s nice to get out once in a while but for me personally, it gets old pretty fast.

Not to mention the company I was going with… Don’t get me wrong, Hunter – my boyfriend – is an amazing guy! A complete polar opposite of me. A person who only moved to the city because of the job opportunities. In his heart, though, he will always stay a country boy. Still, I love him. We’ve been together for over three years and it’s been my most successful relationship yet. I think this one might be the one. Nice, caring, funny… not to mention hot. Hazel eyes and a buzzcut, a constant five-o’clock shadow on his face, nicely toned body you only get when you grow up on a farm. We started dating when we were both twenty-one years old and we’re still in love. Damn, I would spend a whole month in a tent outside in the woods with him if I had to!

His dad though? He was a bit of a wildcard… I didn’t know him much. Since I was very busy at my job, I barely had an opportunity to spend any quality time with him or the rest of his family. I knew that he was very accepting of Hunter being gay and also of our relationship – all around he was probably a really nice guy, but that wasn’t apparent at first sight. He didn’t really smile much and he was the kind of person who could shut you up just by looking at you the right way.

There were some similarities between him and my boyfriend that I was able to pick up – like the nose and the eyes, for example, they were exactly the same on both of them. What set them apart though was the dad’s rougher face, graying hair, full-grown salt & pepper beard and most importantly his robust figure. Not by any means fat, more like built. He looked like he could crush your skull using just one of his fists. I quickly learned that he wasn’t aggressive in the slightest, but it was still a feature of his that was intimidating.

The distance between my boyfriend’s dad and I was one of the reasons we were going on this trip to their family cabin. Another reason was that Hunter felt that ever since his younger brother left for college, his dad was struggling with a bit of an empty nest syndrome. With their mom being gone for their entire lives, it was up to Hunter’s dad to raise him and his two brothers. Now there was nobody at home and Hunter’s dad was becoming a bit of a recluse.

Hence, this trip with just the three of us. To a secluded cabin with no internet, faulty wiring and probably tons of spiders. Greeeeaatttttt…

It was almost as if Hunter could read my thoughts. He leaned back to see me gazing out of the window and grinned.

“Don’t you worry, baby,” he said in a mocking, overly sweet voice, “I’m sure your Xbox misses you just as much as you do.”

I turned around and repaid Hunter’s grin with my own as I playfully pushed my palm against his forehead and forced him back into his seat.

“Of course, I forgot,” I added, sarcastically, “Being raised in the country makes you sooo much better than me.”

He laughed at that and even his dad let out a little chuckle. That was good. We barely exchanged any words just between us so far. If this trip was to be anything else besides incredibly awkward, that had to change.

“You know, Gary,” his dad addressed me while keeping his eyes on the road, “I don’t know what kind of horror stories my son told you about this place but it’s much nicer than you probably imagine. It was recently renovated. And when you see the surroundings, you’ll understand why did we have to get so far away to see it.”

“Okay,” I smiled, “Thanks for the kind words, but I think you two are seriously underestimating me. I’ll have you know I was in the boy scouts when I was a kid.”

“You were?” Hunter turned around again, surprised.

“Well…” I hesitated, “I mean my parents had to pick me up after about two days, but technically, yes.”

Hunter let out a howling laugh at that and reached back to mess up my hair. He knew I both hated and loved when he did that.

“Aww, that sounds so much more like you!”

“Does my son treat you like this often, Gary?” his dad asked playfully, “If so, I might have done a thing or two wrong when I raised him.”

“No need to worry, Mr. Cooper,” I assured him as I gave my boyfriend a warm smile, “He treats me like a real gentleman.”

“I hope so,” his dad responded. I could feel that the atmosphere was starting to light up already. Maybe I was a little pessimistic about this whole thing…

“And there we are!” Mr. Cooper announced İzmir Travesti as the car came to a stop, “Please, put your seats back to the upright position. We have reached our destination.”

I looked out of the window and I was surprised to find that this cabin really did look pretty nice! A little small, yeah, but the wooden exterior looked freshly new and it seemed like an incredibly cozy place – kind of like the smaller hotels in the mountains you’d normally pay outrageous money to stay in. But this was just for us – no neighbors, no other visitors… Just me, Hunter and his dad. I immediately felt bad about voicing my uncertainty about this to Hunter the night before. Perhaps we could make this a nice vacation after all!

We got out of the car and my two other companions started unloading everything immediately. Wanting to prove myself I immediately stepped in to help, even though it looked a bit funny – Hunter was carrying a briefcase bigger than my torso and his dad managed to pick up two huge coolers full of food under those muscled arms of his while I had to use two of my hands to carry one medium-sized bag. I was expecting some comments about that but both of them let it pass – they probably appreciated that I got right into it instead of sitting around and watching.

It took us an outrageous amount of time to unpack everything – by the time we were done, we were completely sweaty and panting. Hunter’s dad lost his shirt and was now wearing only a white tank top, showcasing his wide, hairy shoulders along with his pecs and a slight beer belly. If there was a gay slang dictionary, his photo is what you would find under the word “bear”. I felt comfortable having two men like this around me – I knew I was absolutely useless in the wilderness and if I was going to survive, I really needed somebody to balance that out, so to speak.

“I think that’s about it,” Mr. Cooper sighed and used one of his thick forearms to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Then his eyes grew wide as he realized something. “Oh shoot! I just remembered.”

“What is it, dad?” Hunter asked, “Did we forget something?”

“Yeah… I forgot to buy the fuel for the boiler. There’s probably not gonna be any in the basement. Dammit… Hunter, you were supposed to remind me!”

My boyfriend just shrugged.

“Don’t see how this is my fault, old man. It was your job to do.”

“Hey, don’t you get cheeky with me,” Mr. Cooper warned him half-heartedly, “But yes… you’re right. I guess I should drive to the nearest town and get some. Crap… it’s gonna be at least an hour till I get there and back!”

“You need some help with that, dad?” Hunter said, stepping in, but Mr. Cooper shook his head as he started to put his shirt back on.

“No, no, it’s okay. I’ll be back in a minute. In the meantime, why don’t you show Gary around? You guys should probably take the big bedroom. It’s spaciest and has its own bathroom so we won’t have to share.”

“No problem, pops,” Hunter smiled and put his hand over my shoulders. His dad saw that and frowned a little bit.

“Now…” he said, grinning a little bit, “The room has a king-sized bed. Boys, I hope I can trust you that there’s going to be no funny business going on while you’re there. I know you are together but this is a family trip. Got it?”

“Absolutely,” we replied in unison.

Hunter was already french-kissing me like a lust-fueled animal as we broke into the room that was going to be ours for the next two weeks. We were both painfully horny – the last couple of weeks were a little tough and there was no time for us to get intimate. I respected his dad, of course, but we were supposed to be stuck here for two weeks. And Mr. Cooper’s room was right next to ours, sharing a wall! This was probably going to be the only opportunity we would get.

I felt my boyfriend breathing hard on my neck as he pinned me to the mattress. I could never get enough of his strong arms or his dominant personality. He was a man’s man and he never missed an opportunity to showcase that in bed. Out of the bedroom, I was his loved one who he adored and respected. In the bedroom, I was a cum-hungry slut and he considered it his personal duty to use my mouth and/or ass as his personal sex toys. Needless to say, I wasn’t complaining.

I moaned and spread my hands and legs as his hands nearly ripped the clothes off of me. My man left me bare naked only with a hardon before he started taking his own clothes off. I would never get tired of his body. Nicely toned chest with a bit of hair and a nice treasure trail, leading to a beautiful, 8” cut cock. Over the three years, he has mastered using that thing on me. He knew every single one of my sensitive spots, he knew what tempo was too fast and what was too slow and he was the first boyfriend that I ever had who managed to make me cum without anything touching my cock. He didn’t like to get topped, but since he was such an expert fucker and I was much more of a bottom anyway, I didn’t complain Konya Travesti about that too much.

“I’ve got so much in store for you, you little slut,” he whispered into my ear, as he started grinding himself against me, his throbbing cock pressing against my belly, smearing his precum all over me, “I’m gonna give you at least two bull sized loads before my dad gets back.”

“Fuck…” I whimpered. My hand grabbed the sheet while the other one wrapped around him. Then, I realized something.

“Fuck, Hunter. Stop… Man, did we bring any lube?”

His face looked alarmed for a second before he remembered.

“Yeah! Yeah, I have some in my backpack… Gimme a sec, I’ll go down and get it.”

Still with a hardon, he practically ran out of the room. I was waiting on the bed for a few minutes but then grew a little bored – the lube must have been on the bottom of the backpack or somewhere, hard to find.

So I started exploring the room a little bit – which is a very fancy word for basically snooping around. The room was nicely decorated and the bed was amazingly soft – there was a lot of storage space under it as well.

I got up and opened a huge wardrobe that was on the side of the room. There were a bunch of clothes in there. What caught my eye was the hunting gear I found there – a camo jacket and a cap, together with a reflective vest and some boots. I got an idea.

When Hunter finally appeared back in the doorway holding the bottle of lube, I was standing in the middle of the room, wearing the jacket, the vest, the cap, the boots and nothing else – all looking very oversized and comical on me.

“Well, well, well,” I said in a comically deep voice, “Looks like the Hunter has become… the hunted!”

My boyfriend lost it and started laughing so hard he almost lost his hardon.

“Dammit man, that had to be the worst joke ever! I guess the elevation is doing something to my brain since I laughed at it…”

He came closer to me and his hands inspected the jacket.

“Where did you find this?”

“In the wardrobe over there,” I said, pointing to it. He looked at it and then looked back into my eyes.

“I’m pretty sure this was my dad’s…” he said, trying to remember, “Yes! He used to take me and my brothers on hunting trips when we were young. He was wearing this exact outfit!”

“Damn,” I laughed, “What a boner killer, then. I’ll take it off.”

Before I could do anything though, Hunter grabbed me by the clothes and pulled me in for a kiss. For some reason, he seemed even hornier than before. I wanted to get out of his grab and take the clothes off but he wouldn’t have that – he pushed me onto the mattress and started making out with me so wildly I was in shock.

“Man,” I laughed as I felt his lubed up fingers prodding around my asshole, “Do you really want to fuck me while I’m wearing your dad’s gear?”

“Do you wanna talk?” he raised his eyebrows at me, “Or do you want to get a ride of your life, slut boy?”

Well, that certainly wasn’t a tough question. I complied and let him lube me up before he slid his cock in. I moaned, my voice echoing around the room. It felt so free being able to be vocal – in our small apartment with thin walls, I was a little afraid to be loud during sex. And with Hunter’s dad out of the way, I could finally use my lungs completely to express how much I loved his cock inside of me.

The thing with the hunting gear made me think for a little bit, but Hunter’s enthusiasm soon made me forget about it. He was crazier than ever, manhandling my body like a pro, thrusting in and out, making it seem like he hadn’t touched another man in years! I moaned and screamed my lungs out, my hands running all over his body and my ass thrusting against his powerful tool. He threw me around like a ragdoll, switching one position after another, and each time he pounded me so hard my knees felt weak.

He was making it very hard for me to hold it. I came after about five minutes in the missionary position, the orgasm causing my whole body to shiver. He had his hands behind my back and fucked me like there was no tomorrow, his balls slapping against my scrotum and his hot breath on my neck. I moaned his name over and over as my cock started pushing out load after load of my pent-up cum, right onto his dad’s hunting gear, spraying all over it. Damn… I sure hoped his dad wasn’t planning any hunting trips while we were here.

Hunter didn’t stop there though – he didn’t even slow down. He knew too well that I didn’t mind being fucked after I came so he gave me ten more solid minutes of fucking before he finally came inside of me. He was fucking me doggy style at the time, slapping my ass and burying my face in the sheets.

“Little fuckin’ slut! Take my load, take all of it! Moan as I breed your ass, bitch boy!”

Wow, his dirty talk game was going strong today! I submitted to his demands and let my man shoot his load deep inside of me. As he did, I felt like I heard Antalya Travesti something strange… Creaking of the wood, like somebody was walking outside of the door to our bedroom.

It creeped me out at first – luckily, Hunter has finished unloading inside of me at that time and has collapsed onto my back, panting and resting, so I could listen to the sounds. They seemed like they were getting closer and closer to the door before they just… stopped.

Nothing afterward, just silence. I waited for more and felt my heart beating fast – although that might have been caused by the orgasm – but nothing came. Dammit… Was that just a hallucination? I mean we were in the middle of the woods… With this much silence around, you could probably hear every creak in the house from it settling down. It was probably nothing to be alarmed about.

“Is something wrong?” Hunter asked, after noticing me being suspiciously silent.

“No… No. I thought I heard something. That’s all.”

“That’s impossible,” he told me, breathing fast, still deep inside of me, “There are no neighbors around and my dad went to get the fuel. It’s probably the house settling down or something.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought…” I said before turning around to him with a devilish smile, “You still got enough energy for another round? We still have about forty minutes…”

He chuckled at that before he pulled out.

“Let me just jump into the bathroom and rinse off my dick – then you can use that beautiful mouth to suck on it and get me hard again to give you another ride.”

That sounded like a solid plan! I waited on the bed as Hunter disappeared in the adjacent bathroom for a few minutes. When he came back, he laid on the bed and pulled my head into his crotch. I always loved giving him a blowjob… He leaked like a faucet and I knew exactly what to do to his dick for him to lose patience and either grab my head and fuck it until he came or go for my ass instead.

This time I got both. After I gave his piss slit a little too much tongue flicking, he started calling me names and held my head in place as he face-fucked me. I moaned and gagged, my own dick getting hard again, his precum leaking out of my mouth. For some reason, he was really careful about me not losing the hunting cap and put it back on each time it managed to slip off. He lasted for a pretty long time, wearing out my throat before he ordered me to turn around again. I turned to the door and presented him with my ass. I knew that doggy style was his favorite.

Since he just came, he lasted a really long time. I was afraid that we were going to take too long and his dad was going to come back, but I didn’t hear any more sounds from outside of the door. We were probably in the clear. Hunter took advantage of that and gave my ass some nice, hard pounding. When we finally finished, we were both red in the face and sweaty as hell, lying on the bed in a tight embrace.

“Didn’t expect that we would have to change the sheets on the first day here…” he said, his hand stroking my back.

“I did. I know exactly what kind of animal you are,” I teased him. He laughed and held me even tighter.

“Your dad’s gear is ruined,” I noted. The poor jacket and vest were now drenched in the juices of both me and Hunter. No way was going to go unnoticed – we had to wash it in secret or something.

“Yeah… we can deal with it later,” he said as he yawned. I looked up at him.

“Sleepy?” I asked. He nodded. A whole day of riding in the car – I understood completely. I was also exhausted.

“Let’s have a little nap before dad gets back,” he said, helping me turn over to a spooning position, “I’m sure he won’t mind.”

“Let’s just hope he won’t open the door and find me in his cum-stained gear,” I joked. He chuckled at that.

“Nah, he wouldn’t. He would never invade my privacy like that. Now, close your eyes and fall asleep in my arms, bitch boy.”

“Heh… All right then. Sleep tight, my big hunter!”

After that, both of us started dozing off. I just about almost fell asleep, before I heard something again. This time it was something else though… and it didn’t come from the door, it came from behind the wall that was separating us from Mr. Cooper’s room. Strange, he was already back, but didn’t try to wake us up?

At first, the weird sound didn’t ring a bell, but then I soon recognized it. The rhythmic squishing sound… Was Hunter’s dad jerking off? I calmed my breathing and listened carefully. Yeah, there was no doubt about it! He was stroking his meat in a pretty fast tempo. After a while, I heard him grunt and sigh softly. My face went red as I realized I was witnessing my boyfriend’s dad reaching his orgasm!

I tried ignoring it, but it just wasn’t possible. Hunter was already sound asleep, but for me, it was loud enough to keep me awake. Plus… there was something strangely intriguing about it. It made me wonder. Hunter’s dad was a huge man. Was his manhood as impressive as the rest of him? I didn’t really pay attention to his bulge before, I didn’t want to look like a pervert. But now I couldn’t get it out of my mind. How did he look naked? What kind of stuff would he like to beat off too? Was he anything like his son in the bedroom?

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*Ugh… Shortness…

Sorry! But I’m just releasing a short chapter so you can see it. I’m working, but things are going slow. I’ll have the next chapter out as soon as I can.

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“Please help me.”

That was the last straw. Before I had been snuffling. Little gasping sobs under my breath. But with those three words, my legs went limp and I slid to the sidewalk. I took a deep whooping breath and wailed into my hands, clasped over my mouth. I had been swallowing the blood from my cut tongue, and I felt so sick that I retched a little as I sobbed.

He dropped down next to me. I couldn’t look at him. I flinched when he tried to lay his hand on my shoulder.

“Neil!” He muttered. “Come on… Come on Neil. Follow me.”

I weakly got up, keeping one hand at my waist, keeping the torn jeans shorts from falling down. I was off-balance, and I fell. Drake caught me. His hand under my armpit. He heaved me up in one easy motion and supported me. I leaned on him. I could have walked by myself, but I didn’t.

I closed my eyes as we walked, letting him lead me, feeling the tears fall even from my closed eyes. I could tell when we reached his room. I could smell the air fresheners that he kept around. I could hear the door opening.

I tried to stop crying. I managed to quiet the sobs. He gently released me so I sat on the edge of the bed. A huge numb jolt of pain made me whimper as I sat down. He was digging around in a drawer. He pulled out a cell phone and dialed in a number, glancing back at me. I flinched away from his gaze.

“Ferdinand. Ferd… Something happened to Ryan. He’s back at my apartment. Somebody hurt him.”

“Chris…” I whispered. “Tio.”

He glanced back at me, and I closed my eyes. “Their names. The ones you watched.”

I was mumbling, but he understood. “Ryan says it was the couple who came here and shared him, the couple where I watched.” His voice was thick and choked with anger.

“Alright. Alright, I will. Goodbye.”

He put the phone down and he was by my side in an instant. “Ferdinand is gonna take care of those two, okay?”

I nodded, looking down at my knees. They were bloody from my fall out of the van. I started to shake. I tried not to cry, but I was shaking with the effort.

“My family.” I whispered. “I g-g-gotta g-go h-home.” I felt so sick that I held my stomach and bent over, resting my face between my bloody knees. I whimpered. “Wh-What do I tell them Drake? They’re gonna… They’re gonna be so…”

I was babbling. He rested his hand on my back. I shut up. His hand was cool and dry and very light.

“You don’t have to go home.” He whispered. “What’s your number?”

I gave it to him. Feeling a dim ember of hope in my chest.

He called my home on his cell phone. My entire family shared a cheap phone with a minute-by-minute plan. I was so quiet that I could hear it ringing. When I heard Ben say “Hello?” I curled up again, feeling physically ill with shame and panic.

“Hey… This is one of Neil’s friends. We got a bit hammered tonight, so Neil’s gonna sleep here. I’ll get him to work in the morning, no worries.”

He was slurring his voice slightly. Falling into the role of a drunk friend. I could hear Ben talking angrily, demanding to talk to me. I held out my hand.

Drake covered the mouthpiece of the phone with his hand. “Are you sure?” I nodded, and accidentally looked into his eyes for the first Travesti time since I had been assaulted.

He was so beautiful.

I fumbled the cell phone from his hand.

“Ben?” I whispered.

“Neil, where are you? I’m gonna come pick you up.”

I flicked my eyes up to Drake. He was digging around in a drawer for something. I could see the way his muscles bunched up between his shoulder blades as he dug.

“No.”

Ben didn’t say anything for a moment. Drake looked up and his dark worried eyes gave me strength. “What do you mean, No? I’m coming to pick you up!”

“No. I’m fine, Dean is gonna give me a ride.”

“I thought you said his name was Scott.”

“I have more than one friend Ben. Now Fuck off.”

I wanted to drive him away. Make him angry enough that he wouldn’t want to come. But I was surprised and hurt by how vindicated I felt. By the all-too-real anger in my voice. I was surprised at the depth of real anger that I found for my brother. I tried to stop. I didn’t want to be angry at him. But I was drunk on pain, and I couldn’t halt the bitter flow of words.

“Stop pretending to be worried about me for once and pretend to be worried about the others. Get off your lazy ass and watch your family for once. Tell your bitch girlfriend to take a night off. Get a fucking job, and then maybe you can talk to me with that tone of voice.

“Contribute for once, and then maybe you can pretend like you’re something other than an entitled parasite.”

He was silent. Stunned.

“Toby is getting out tomorrow.” He whispered hollowly. “At eight… You’d better be there.”

“Goodnight Ben.” I whispered. I shut Drake’s phone, and I started to weep.

Drake sat on the bed next to me and very tentatively rubbed my back. It felt good.

“Can I t-take a shower?” I asked.

“Sure. I’ll lend you some clothes tomorrow. But you’re gonna need a story.”

I looked at him for an explanation. He touched my chin, scraped up from the fall out of the van. I nodded tearfully, and I limped to the shower. It was a glass box, the glass was frosted about halfway up. I got into the box first before stripping my shorts.

I nearly retched when I saw the ugly red blotch that had soaked through the seat.

“Are you okay?”

I nearly said yes. It was just ingrained in me to say that whenever somebody asked if I was okay. Instead I said nothing and started the water.

I pressed my lips together tight to muffle the moan of pain. My scrapes stung. The water felt good on my bruises. I could see pinkish water running down my legs. I put my face under the spray and I felt like I was drowning. I stayed that way for a long time.

—

“Neil. Neil. NEIL!”

The door opened and I flinched and shrank into the glass, gasping at the cool pane against my wet flushed skin.

Drake slid the stall door closed. “I called your name ten times and you didn’t say anything. I was worried.”

I turned the water off. Drake tossed an old white towel over the door. I buried my face in it. It was clean and soft. It smelled like detergent. A sweet, somehow childlike smell. I lifted the towel, and there was a small pink spot where my chin had been.

I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the stall door. He was standing there, holding my torn shorts.

“How bad is it?” He whispered.

I felt so cold out of the water. I was shivering. Water from my wet bangs was İstanbul Travesti dripping into my eyes, and the remnants of Drake’s shampoo stung them. I had used the shampoo without even thinking. The ritual had made me feel a little better, but now I felt horribly exposed. Like a naked nerve ending, raw and pained and alone.

He was standing three feet away from me but it felt like more. The careful way he maintained his bearing. Even now.

“Neil?”

My name. Hearing my name from his lips broke me. Broke the skin of restraint.

I rushed at him. One unsteady step, and then my face was buried under his chin and my arms were tight around his thin chest and I was holding on so tight. I didn’t want him to push me away. The towel fell down but I didn’t care. I couldn’t let go. I needed him. The sound that rushed out of my mouth was more animal than human.

What was this feeling? He wasn’t pushing me away. His wiry arms in a cradle that held me close. His one bony hand flat between my shoulderblades, and the other cradling the back of my skull. His cheek was flat the side of my face, his chin hooked on my shoulder. His body was against me, frank, and there.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” He choked, holding me so tight that my bruises throbbed. “You were gonna be okay… You were gonna get out of here.”

The limp towel was pinned behind our bodies.

I pressed my lips against his chest. He was crying. I could feel his chest heaving. I had seen his reddened eyes before. But I had never seen him cry. Now I could feel it. It was my first kiss. My first Drake-kiss.

He held me for a minute longer, and my sobs dwindled to soft tremors. He squeezed me a little tighter. “Are you still bleeding? We should take you to the hospital.”

I shook my head. “I can’t. I’ll b-be fine.” I could hear Drake’s heart beating in his chest. It soothed me. I could feel my own heart slowing, my breathing.

His grip on me was loosening. I hugged him tighter, not wanting it to end. Afraid of the uncomfortable realities outside of his arms.

He gently pushed me away, and the towel fell down from where it had been pinned between us. I didn’t move. I just stood in front of him, naked and completely exposed. I put my arm behind me, and felt between my buttocks with my hand. My skin was clean and hot and dry. When I brought my hand back, it was clean. I let my hand go limp. And then I bent down to retrieve the towel, feeling my cheeks heat up. He had seen me naked before. He had seen me between Chris and Tio, those monsters. But I felt more naked now than ever.

I wrapped the towel around my waist, and he went to dig in his drawer. He brought out a first aid kit and a baggy black shirt with YAMAHA scrawled across the chest in white.

I pulled the shirt over my head gratefully. He wet a cotton ball with alcohol and started to dab it at my chin. It stung bad enough to make my eyes water, but I sat down and took it.

He cleaned the scrapes on my knees and elbows. He bandaged my chin, and my left elbow, which was the worst. The gauze pads crackled uncomfortably.

“It’s late.” Drake murmured quietly. Subdued. We should get to bed.

Were we just going to ignore it now? Ignore the desperate way we had embraced?

“Kay.” I whispered.

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The covers, they were clinging to me. I tried to kick them away, but that just tangled me more. I started to moan, because the movements hurt me. They Ankara Travesti hurt my scrapes and my bruises, and set a sick deep throbbing deep in my abdomen. It hurt, but I didn’t stop trying to kick the covers off. I groaned with the pain and the panic. I realized dimly that I didn’t have any covers on me. But the horrible constricted feeling didn’t go away.

Suddenly, the tight and menacing tangle of the imagined covers was replaced by something shockingly warm and strong. Drake was clinging to me, shushing me. I wept tiredly. I was so tired. More tired than scared or hurt or anything else.

I turned and I kissed him. I kissed him for real. On the mouth. It was really short. I broke it a second later, and I buried my head in the pillow. Crying tiredly, trying to wake up from this confusing dream. Trying to fall asleep from it.

Was I awake?

I felt a sick jolt of anxiety at that thought. Had I just kissed him? My head hurt.

I felt the covers being pulled carefully up to my waist. I felt his hands pulling down the shirt so it covered me again.

Then he snuggled up closer. I was facedown in his pillow trembling with shame. He rested his arm across my shoulders.

“It’s okay Neil… I’m here. I’m here baby.”

I looked at him, my vision blurry with sleep. He rested his hand on the side of my face, and he kissed me.

This time the kiss lasted. I could taste his hot breath, still minty from toothpaste. I could feel the curl of his lips, the puff of air on my upper lip when he exhaled through his nose.

My hand crept up, and I slid it under his head, cradling him. Making sure he wouldn’t slip away. My heart was beating frantically fast in my chest.

He broke the kiss. “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” I whispered. I kissed him again, a soft press of lips. He was thinking, his eyes closed.

“I’ll tell him tomorrow. I’ll tell Ferdinand that I don’t want to work anymore.”

“What?” I whispered, snuggling into him. It didn’t feel real. A sick part of my stomach told me that this had to be some terrible misleading dream. But I didn’t want to believe that. This had to be real.

It had to be real or I would go crazy when I woke up.

“I don’t want to get hurt anymore. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He whispered.

“Why now?” I whispered, nuzzling into his chest. I pressed the center of my aching forehead into his chest as hard as I could. As if the beat of his heart could cure my terrible headache.

He hesitated. “I don’t want to live like this anymore. I got enough saved up. I want to stop.” He lowered his head so his chin and mouth were at the top of my head. He whispered the last words into my hair.

“I know I screwed up. Would you give me another chance? Please.”

Finally, with a little shudder. “I think I love you, Neil.”

With those words, those impossible words, he held onto me tighter than before, so tight that he hurt my bruises. He kissed me on the forehead. I felt feverish. His lips were warm against my sweaty skin.

“Am I asleep?” I asked quietly. I was sure that I was asleep. This was a dream. It felt like a dream in so many ways.

“No.” He said quietly.

I felt the tears stream down my cheeks, and I wiped them off on his chest. “Thank you.” I whispered.

“For what?”

I felt my eyes close as I snuggled as tight and close as I could into his chest. My nose flattening, my lips against his skin. “For being there.” I mumbled, muffled.

“Is that a yes?”

I laughed, even with the tears stinging the bridge of my nose.

“Of course it is.”

I was so tired and weak that I fell asleep after that. But I didn’t have any more nightmares.

My boyfriend was there to protect me.

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