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Author’s note: This could go into a number of categories. It seemed to me that First Time was probably the best fit of any of them. As always, your feedback and constructive criticism are appreciated.

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Peter Jacobson was sitting at the dining table, slowly scooping cereal into his mouth. High school ended the week previous and now he was faced with an uncertain future. He knew that he was destined for college; he just wasn’t sure in what. He had an interest in architecture as well as engineering. But then he also had a knack for business. He had been worked as an intern at a local investment firm as part of one of his classes. He impressed the owner enough that when the internship ended, they hired him to work part time. Unfortunately, the owner ended up passing away unexpectedly and the business closed.

“Have you thought any more about what we talked about last night?” his mother, Sylvia asked as she came up behind him.

Turning to see his mom, “A little. I guess I can go talk to her and at least find out more.”

“That’s the spirit” she said rubbing the top of his head as she went into the kitchen.

Sylvia’s best friend, Brianne, ran her own accounting firm in town. Sylvia and Brianne have been best friends since junior high school when Brianne moved into the neighborhood. Sylvia, an elementary school teacher, married her high school sweetheart, Aaron, after graduating from college. Brianne, on the other hand, never married. She was engaged once, but found her fiancé in bed with his assistant. Since then, there have been a number of different men in her life, but never one that captured her heart.

Sylvia leaned against the counter and looked at her son. He looked a lot like his father. The big difference between them is that unlike his father, Peter was not very outgoing. She knew that he had never had a girlfriend or even went on a date. She knew that the kids in school thought of him as the class nerd.

She also knew that he at least liked girls, even though he has never been with one. Peter accidently left his computer monitor on the wrong web site one day when she went to put his mail on his desk and accidently hit the mouse. The screen came alive to a picture of a nude woman in a tasteful setting. The interesting thing about the photo was the apparent age of the woman. She looked to be about her age. The idea that her son looked at porn was not upsetting to her. She and her husband enjoyed a little porn themselves now and then.

With her arms crossed in front of her, holding a mug of tea, “So, when is your appointment with Brianne?”

Looking at his mom, “Um, tomorrow at nine. I think.”

Raising her eyebrows in mock surprise with a smirk on her face, “You think?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure. I have the information in my room.”

Shaking her head, ‘for someone as smart as him, he sure in lackadaisical at times.’

“Just don’t forget it and don’t be late” she admonished him.

“I won’t” he replied, smiling at his mom.

The next morning Peter pulled into the parking lot a few minutes before his appointment. With a deep breath, he got out and walked over the building, located the office number of the accounting office and went up the elevator.

The door was right across the hall when the elevator opened. Entering the offices, he approached the girl at the reception desk. She appeared to be about his age. Her hair was tied up in a bun on the back of her head; he thought she was really pretty.

He thought so even more when she looked up him and smiled “Can I help you?”

“Um, yeah, I’m here to see Ms. Nichols,” Peter said in a quiet voice. He was entranced by the girl in front on him. She was conservatively dressed with her blouse was closed almost all the way to her neck. Sleeves came off her shoulder just a little and showed that she was nicely tanned.

The girl stood, “You must be Peter,” extending her hand, “my name is Chloe. Nice to meet you.”

Peter showed proper decorum and kept his eyes fixed on hers. As much as he wanted to take in her appearance, he knew that looks in the wrong places at the wrong time can cause a lot of problems.

He shook her hand, “Nice to meet you too.”

Chloe came around the desk and Peter caught a glimpse to see that she was wearing a plaid skirt that came to her knees. Her legs had a little glimmer from the nylons that she was wearing. Looking back at her face, she just smiled some more. He wasn’t sure if he had been caught or not.

“Come, follow me and I’ll show you to Brianne’s office” Chloe said, waving her finger at him.

He followed her down a short hallway and stepped into an office. Standing just inside, she announces their presence, “Brianne, Peter is here to see you. And right on time, I might add.”

“Thank you, Chloe.”

Chloe asked before leaving, “Can I get either of you anything?”

Brianne waved her empty cup, “Would you be so kind?” she said to Chloe, “Peter, you want anything? Water?”

“Uh, no ma’am. I’m good.”

Brianne smiled escort mecidiyeköy and nodded to Chloe who left to fill Brianne’s empty mug.

She came around the desk and motioned for him to take a seat. She took another seat across from him. Peter had known Brianne his entire life. As he got older, he grew a greater appreciation for her figure and her looks. He never understood why she wasn’t married. He thought she was one of the best looking women he had known. He had a thing for legs and had always thought that they were her beast feature.

Pulling her skirt down over her stocking covered knees and crossing her legs, “So, your mom tell you about what I was thinking?”

Brianne mentioned that was thinking about hiring someone to do some of the mundane tasks that the accounting office needed. She had Chloe to take care of the mail, answer the phone, and take care of the filing. But she needed someone who could help out with some of the computer work that was needed, updating client files, take care of some of the business of making sure bills were sent, receivables were collected and accounted for. Sylvia knew that her son didn’t have anything lined up for the summer and also knew that he was well respected at the investment firm. With that, she suggested her son and went into detail why. Brianne knew that he had an internship, but didn’t understand the scope of his work. It became a no-brainer for Brianne to have Peter come in and talk.

“Yeah, she did” he answered. Even though she was a long-time friend of his mother, he was still feeling nervous, given that it was an interview; at least of sorts.

“And?” she prodded him further.

“Well, she said that you need someone to kinda take care of some things. Pay bills, record receipts, data entry.”

Nodding her head, ‘This boy needs to have more confidence.’ She had already decided to hire him, she’d have to help him with his confidence if he was going to get anywhere in life.

Looking at him for a second, she then spent several minutes explaining all of the tasks and duties that she wanted to have done. It wasn’t the most glamourous job in the world, but it was things that needed to be done and she needed someone that was reliable that could do it.

“So, is this something that you’d be interested in doing?” she asked at the conclusion.

Peter nodded his head ‘yes’. Even though it sounded like what others might consider a mundane job, he was anxious to get some real experience in an office like this. He figured that the experience in taking care of some of the day to day operations would look good on a résumé in the future.

A few more minutes were spent discussing the hours and wages. She anticipated that he would be working 25 to 30 hours per week and the wage was more than Peter anticipated.

Patting her hands on her knees and standing, Brianne extended her hand as Peter stood as well. “Welcome aboard, Peter. I think this is going to work out well.”

Peter shook her hand, “Thanks, Ms. Nichols. I won’t let you down.”

Shaking her head, “I’m not worried about that. Your mom told me about your internship. And please, call me ‘Brianne’.

Peter raced home, excited about the job. He was going to earn much more than he anticipated earning. It would allow him to put enough away for school as well as have a little left over to get his car fixed and painted. He also thought about being able to be in the presence of Brianne. He’d never turn that opportunity down.

*

Peter was at the CPA office door promptly at 9AM the following Monday. Chloe was already there and had opened up the office. She smiled at him when he came in, “Good morning, Peter.”

“Er, hi Chloe” he replied.

“Ready to go to work?” she asked. She was standing in front of her desk wearing a short skirt. Unlike the last time he saw her, this time her skirt ended several inches above her knee. Peter noted that she was wearing nylons. Her hands were clasped in front of her as she looked at him for a moment anticipating an answer.

“I am” Peter answered simply.

Noting his nervousness, Chloe smiled a little more and touched his forearm, “Well, let me show you where you’ll be working.”

Peter followed her down the same short hall as the week before. Chloe stopped at the first door and pointed. “This is Andrea’s office. She’s been with Brianne since they opened the practice. You’ll like her.”

Peter looked into the office to see piles of folders and papers stacked on her desk and a work table.

“She’s going to need your help first. As you can see, she’s not the neatest person and Brianne promised her some help in getting organized” Chloe said as she patted his shoulder, indicating that he was that help.

With a nod of her head, she continued down to the next door, “This is Brianne’s, as you know. And across the hall is Darcy’s. As you can see, she’s just a little neater.”

Peter looked in to an office that looked like it was hardly used. Unlike Andrea’s, this one was clear of piles except mecidiyeköy escort bayan for a short stack on her desk, obviously stuff she was currently working on.

Following Chloe to the end of the hallway, he saw Chloe open a door to yet another room. “This is where you’ll be working.”

Peter stepped in and found several file cabinets lining one wall. A desk and a computer sat along another wall. He anticipated working in a small stuffy cubby hole so he was pleasantly surprised to see a decent desk, what appeared to be a comfortable desk chair, a work table and a couple of chairs. And it had a window. It looked out onto the parking lot below, but it was still a window.

“Wow” was his only reaction.

“Sorry, it’s not as nice as the other offices” Chloe offered.

“This is great. Really” Peter rebutted. “This is better than I envisioned.”

Chloe pointed across the hall, “Over here is our break room. I always keep the coffee fresh.” Chloe added in a lower voice, “Brianne just hates stale coffee.” Leading him into the room where there were a couple of soft chairs, a small sofa some would call a love seat, along with a table and chairs. “There’s pop, water, juice in the fridge. Just tell me what you like to drink and I’ll make sure that we always have some. Unless someone has their name on something, help yourself to anything in here.”

Peter nodded, “It’s okay, I’m not picky.”

Chloe smiled at him, “Just let me know, okay?”

Peter looked around one last time as Chloe led him out of the break room and back to his work space. Chloe leaned over the desk to grab a sheet of paper, which caused her skirt to ride up just a little, enough for Peter to notice. “Bri made of list of things that she wants you to start on this morning” she said as she handed the sheet to him. “She won’t be in until just after lunch. I’ll help you get started.”

Peter lost track of time as he immersed himself in the list of things that he needed to work on. Most of it involved getting himself familiar with the filing system and the computer system. He had been set up with an on-line course on QuickBooks. As he had worked on the same program during his internship, a lot of it was review for him.

He was intently focused on the computer screen, putting together a spreadsheet when his train of though was interrupted by a knocking sound. Turning to the source of that sound, he saw Brianne standing there.

It took him just a split second to take in her appearance. Unlike the previous week, her hair was down around her shoulders; her blouse had a frilly lace around the neck and the top. It accentuated her tan quite nicely, he thought. What caught his attention the most was the black skirt that stopped just above the knees and revealed a pair of legs in black nylons, ending in a pair of low heels.

“I see that you didn’t waste any time” she said as she stepped into the room and sat down in one of the chairs. “Chloe said that she looked in a couple of times and you didn’t even notice” she noted as she showed a little bit of a smile.

“Well, uh, I wanted to get started” he offered as a reply.

“I’m glad. But I do want to warn you that you do need to take breaks now and then. I don’t want you burning out” Brianne instructed.

“Yes, ma’am. I will.”

“Have you met Darcy or Andrea yet?”

“No, I haven’t. They weren’t here when I came in and I haven’t really left the room since I got started.”

Standing up, “Well, let’s go. I want them to meet you.” She made her way to the door, looking over her shoulder to make sure Peter was following her. “Chloe tell you that Andrea is going to need your help?”

Peter followed Brianne into the hallway and nodded his head, even though she was turned away, “She did.”

“Good.”

Following Brianne to Darcy’s office, Peter was greeted with a striking looking woman who had an Asian appearance. “Darcy, this is Peter. He’s starting today and is going to take that load off my desk.”

Darcy stood up and came around the desk. Like Brianna, she wore a skirt that ended just above the knees and nylons that were a neutral color. “Pleased to meet you Peter.” She smiled as she took the boy in, “I’m glad that you’re here. I’ve been after Bri to hire someone.” Looking at Bri and then back to Peter, she said in a conspiratorial voice, holding her hand to her mouth as if to not be overheard, “She’s a great accountant but can be a little lax at keeping her own records up to day, among other things.”

Brianne pursed her lips and nodded her head, “I see.”

Peter wasn’t sure how to react just yet when Brianna looked at him and shrugged her shoulders, “She’s right.”

Brianne turned to leave the office and Peter turned to follow her. Darcy told him as he was leaving, “Welcome Peter. I’m sure you’ll like it here.”

Peter turned just as he was leaving the office and looked at Darcy who had her hand on her hips and a smile on her face. “Thanks.” He took in one last look before leaving. He figured she would occupy mecidiyeköy eskort his thoughts for a while.

Stepping into Andrea’s office, the pair stood there for a few moments as Andrea typed away at the keyboard, a pencil clenched between her teeth. They could hear her muttering under her breath. Peter looked at Andrea and then around the office. The office resembled Andrea. Peter noted that her hair looked like someone had run both hands through it and mussed it up. He wasn’t sure if that was how she always looked or just that moment.

Andrea finally turned and looked at the two people at the door. “I’m sorry. How long have you been standing there?” she asked, sticking the pencil in her hair.

“Just a minute” Brianne replied. Stepping into the office, “I want you to meet Peter.” Turning towards him, “This whirlwind is Andrea.”

Like Darcy, she stood up and came around the desk. Unlike the others, Darcy was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and sandals. Her top was a simple shirt that was snug across her chest. She stuck her hand out to him, “Welcome, Peter. Bri says that you’re going to help me get caught up and this mess organized?”

Peter shook her hand and then looked at the various piles of folders and papers before looking back to Andrea, “I’ll try” was all he said.

Andrea and Brianne smiled at each other before laughing and then both turned back to Peter. Brianne commented “Andrea is a great accountant. She just needs a little help now and then.”

The remainder of his day was spent trying to make heads or tails of the various folders and asking questions of Andrea. At one point he was afraid that he was asking too many questions but Andrea was just grateful that someone was helping her that she always seemed to be willing to stop. There were a few times where she got up and came over to the work table that he was at and stood next to him as he asked his questions. He found her perfume to be intoxicating and could feel his heart beat a little faster as she stood at his side. It didn’t help when her hand touched him. Nevertheless, he heard everything that was being said and started making order out of the chaos.

He had not realized how much time had passed until Brianne stuck her head in the door, “Andrea, are you working this poor boy to death on his first day?”

Andrea stopped and looked at the time, “Oh shit. It’s five already?” She turned to see Bri and Peter looking at her. “I’m sorry, Peter. I kinda lost track of time.”

He smiled and said, “It’s no problem. I kinda did too.”

“Go. This is going to take a few days to do.”

Peter set the folders in his hand down on the table, “you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Go. You probably have other things you want to do. Your girlfriend probably wants to see you too.”

Peter shook his head, “No. No girlfriend.”

Andrea looked at Brianne who shrugged her shoulders and then back to Peter, “Well that’s a shame. Stud like you should have one.”

Peter could feel himself turn red and wasn’t able to respond.

Brianne saw his discomfort and chuckled, “Peter, stop by on your way out.”

He turned to look at her, grateful for the distraction, “Sure.”

After turning off the computer and lights in his work area, he knocked on the door frame to Brianne’s office, “You wanted to see me?”

Looking up from the paper she was writing on, she smiled and stood up, “Yes, come in.” Coming around the desk, she pointed to a chair, indicating that he should sit down.

Peter sat down and watched as she sat down, his eyes looking at her legs and the darkness under her skirt where they disappeared as she crossed her legs.

Brianne noticed where his eyes were focused and smiled inwardly. She had noticed Peter eyeing her on a number of occasions over the last couple of years. It gave her a little bit of a thrill knowing that she excited a young man such as Peter. “So, how was the first day?”

Taking a deep breath, he smiled and replied, “Good. I was able to get started on the computer system. Oh, and I got started a tracking spreadsheet to manage some of the items that QuickBooks doesn’t do.”

“Nice,” Brianne replied, impressed that he had grasped things so quickly. “Anything you need, anything I can help you with?”

Thinking for a moment, he looked at her, “No, I’m good for the moment. We may need more cabinets for Andrea’s stuff though.”

She laughed, “I anticipated that. I’ve already ordered three more. They should be here by the end of the week.”

Casually rubbing the top of her knee, she asked, “Do it again tomorrow?”

Peter caught the movement of her hand before returning his attention back to her, wishing it was his hand that was there, “Same time?”

Standing, “Same time.”

“I’ll be here.”

Brianne watched him as he left her office, ‘Andrea’s right, he should have a girlfriend. He’s got a decent build. If he’d just change his haircut and pull his shoulders back.’

*

It took the rest of the week and the three filing cabinets, but Peter was able to get the mess in Andrea’s office organized and filed. It was just before noon on Friday when the two stood side by side at her office door and admired how neat in looked. Turning him around to give him a hug, “Thanks, Peter. I would have never gotten it done by myself.”

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It started as pillow talk.

While laying in bed in one of those tell-all, intimate moments, my girlfriend April confided that at her recent girl’s-night-out birthday party, her friends had rented a hotel suite and hired a stripper as a surprise.

I though for sure she was going to say it was a male, feeling some apprehension to her confession. But I could also tell she wasn’t admitting guilt, just sharing. It seems her friends thought it would be an interesting twist to hire a female stripper. Apparently they all got drunk and cheered as the stripper gave April a very erotic lap dance. Then things got really interesting…

April said, “I was tipsy, and the stripper stood up, led me to the bedroom, and closed the door behind us. She dimmed the lights and gently pushed me back onto the bed. She jumped on top, planted a pouty kiss, then slid down my body and under my skirt. I escort şişli was in shock, but she was just so smooth in her moves that I went along with the feeling and let go of my inhibitions.”

She then whispered that it was the most erotic orgasm she’d ever had.

By this time I was already stroking her body and felt her legs open so that my hand could caress her mound. I traced the folds of her sex as I whispered how hot that experience sounded. She was obviously getting more aroused, her eyes closing as she re-lived the experience in her mind. I asked if she would like to experience that again and she moaned “yes, but I’d want you there with me also.”

Six weeks later while visiting a client’s office I ran into an old girlfriend Michelle who had, when we were dating, an insatiable sexual appetite. Our relationship was pure sex. Great physical chemistry, but few shared şişli escort bayan interests. Hence we went our separate ways – but amicably.

I recalled that she too had confessed some of her deepest sexual experiences, including a one-time bisexual encounter. Hers was in high school. She was sleeping over at a friend’s house and they were “bored and horny.” She had also been with two men at the same time – a former boyfriend and his buddy. Michelle said her boyfriend became jealous during the experience, so she had never again attempted a threesome with either sex.

As it happens, her new boyfriend was a consultant and was always out of town. She seemed a bit sad and lonely when she mentioned this to me, and without thinking, I suggested she join April and I for cocktails at a lounge near my place. I told her it was a regular thing we do on Friday’s as the place has şişli eskort 2-for-1 martinis at happy hour, which are strong enough to wind you down from the long work week. She agreed. As the rest of the day wore on, I began having mixed feelings about my suggestion. On the one hand, I thought it would be interesting to see if anything sexual came out of this. On the other hand, April might get jealous that I even chatted with an ex, let alone invited her out for drinks.

April knew of my previous romances, so when I told her I ran into Michelle, she didn’t pry. In fact, she asked how she was doing. I replied fine, that she had some new accountant boyfriend, and that I invited her to meet with us at the lounge – even though the boyfriend was out of town. Her eyebrow raised at this, but she seemed cool with it. We have a strong, honest relationship, so she’s not easily threatened. We’re also new to this part of town, so meeting some similarly aged people I think appeals to her. However I did notice that when she was ready to go she was sporting her sexiest outfit – not the casual look we normally take to the lounge.

To be continued…

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Author’s Note: This is a sequel to “A Week On The Lake” and “Snowed In.” A few of the characters in this story appear in the “Lucky Cable Guy” stories also. Readers of my previous stories will already be aware that sometimes my group sex scenes involve guys messing around with each other, “so if that doesn’t seem like your particular brand of vodka, help yourself to as much food as you like, and have a safe journey, no hard feelings. Otherwise, come with me.”

Special thanks to SpotInTheSand for story consultation and editing. Check out his stories. They’re excellent.

Additional thanks to Stonehammer69 for ongoing story consultation and idea brainstorming. He’s also got a couple of stories posted so go read them and tell him in the comments to keep the chapters coming!

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Wednesday

We didn’t put our clothes back on when we gathered around the bar. It was after midnight. Jack hesitated about accepting another drink.

“You guys can all crash here tonight,” Roger said. “Plenty of places to sleep with Kaylee and all out of the house.”

“There’s nobody at the cabin anyway, right?” Sophie looked at Jack.

“Nope, Maggie won’t be back until the morning, and we don’t have our Border Patrol shift until noon.”

So we had another drink out on the deck, the music having been turned back to rock and classic rock. We talked and laughed and flirted for another hour before Jess declared she needed to sleep. Roger showed us to the empty bedrooms before following his wife to bed, and Eva and I slept naked, my hand tight on one of her wonderful round boobs and my cock nestled in between her luscious ass cheeks, on a king-sized bed in a bedroom that was easily the size of two bedrooms at Jack’s cabin.

I woke before Eva and headed back down the hall in search of a bathroom. I found a bathroom with an enormous walk-in shower with no door or curtain. There was a tiled bench along one side and shower-heads everywhere. Katrina came in while I was peeing and leaned naked against the outside corner of the shower watching me until I was done.

“Good morning,” I said, shaking the last few drops of pee from my slowly hardening cock.

“Last night was a lot of fun,” she said. She sat on the toilet while I washed my hands and smiled at me while she peed.

“Yeah, it was a blast,” I said as I toweled my hands dry.

“I hope we get to do it again.”

“Are you guys coming to the bonfire?”

She stood up and flushed and began to wash her own hands. “Of course,” she said. “I just meant all of us here. Like last night.”

“Oh yeah, that would be great,” I said. It would be. But I was also thinking that I’d really like it if Kaylee were around next time.

“Do you want to take a shower with me?” Katrina smiled and slipped her fingers around my cock, which was now almost fully erect.

“That looks like a hell of a shower,” I said.

“Leave the door open in case anyone wants to join us,” she said. There was certainly plenty of room, and I got the feeling that Hank and Donna had built this bathroom for sharing with guests.

She turned on the water and it cascaded down from four heads in the ceiling, although there were others in the walls that she didn’t activate. The water warmed quickly and she walked right in and let it rain and pour down her gorgeous body, wetting her dark hair and flattening it to her neck and upper back. I watched her rinse her body until my cock was as hard as it could get, then I joined her in the hot cleansing rain.

I barely had time to get used to the temperature before Katrina leaned over and started sucking my cock. The pouring water made it almost impossible for me to keep my eyes open where I was standing, so I slowly backed up, in the direction of the bench. It wasn’t completely out of the range of the water, but it stopped pelting me directly in the face. I wanted to watch Katrina do her work.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying, Katrina,” I said. “Wow, fuck that feels good. You are really, really good at sucking cock.” I felt more than heard her grunt in reply, the tiny vibrations shooting through my rigid pole. She had almost my entire length in her mouth and she was pushing on farther. Without a trace of a gag she swallowed my cock, deep-throating the swollen head while her nose pressed into my pubic hair and the tip of her tongue extended enough that I could feel it lightly touching both of my dangling balls.

“She really is an excellent cocksucker, isn’t she?”

Katrina didn’t even flinch, but I jerked my head up and around to see Roger standing in the entrance to the shower, his own cock standing up hard and straight. He strode into the water and rinsed his body and his hair before turning and presenting his cock to Katrina. Katrina took me out of her mouth and jerked me with her fist while she swallowed Roger. Roger’s cock was smaller than mine by a good inch or two, and she swallowed it even more easily than she’d taken mine.

“Oh fuck taksim escort bayan yeah,” Roger gasped. “Suck that cock. Then suck Will’s again. Jack is on his way. You’re going to have more cock than you can handle.”

“Just bring it,” Katrina said before she inhaled my prick again.

Just as Roger had promised, Jack arrived, his huge thick fuck-pole waving in the air in front of him.

“Tyler has got his hands full out there,” Jack said with a chuckle. “I promised him the three of us would fuck you good and hard.”

Jack stood behind the kneeling Katrina and she turned her head to lick the side of his cock head. Roger and I moved in a little closer and she soon had three cocks bumping into each other above her open mouth. She sucked us one at a time while she stroked the other two. I was used to my cock coming into direct contact with Jack’s so I was able to relax and enjoy it when Katrina rubbed my cock head against Roger’s and slathered both of us with her swirling tongue.

We all enjoyed her expert sucking and licking for a few minutes before she stood up. “Turn the water off. There’s lube in the drawer just to the right of the sink.”

Katrina directed me to sit down on the bench, and she went back to sucking my cock while Jack and Roger covered their own cocks with lube and poured more down Katrina’s ass and onto her pussy. Katrina’s moan onto my cock when Jack started to sink his cock into her pussy was much more intense than it had been earlier.

“Fuck your pussy feels good,” Jack grunted. He gradually worked his entire length inside her, taking several long slow strokes before he backed away. “Fuck this beautiful pussy, Roger. How’s she doing on your end, Will?”

“Oh, she’s doing fucking great,” I said. She was working my cock in her mouth and throat and I was humping up to meet her strokes so that I was practically fucking her face while she wailed onto my rod at the feeling of Roger pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. “How’s her sweet little pussy, Roger?”

“Fucking perfect,” he said. “You have a fucking perfect pussy, Katrina.”

“Climb up on that bench and ride Will’s big cock,” Jack said.

Katrina quickly crawled upward, my cock came out of her mouth and Roger’s out of her pussy. Her tits dragged over my legs, then my stomach as she moved up and I was able to get one of them in my mouth as she dropped herself down on my cock.

“Fuck!” she gasped. “Fuck that feels good!”

“Ride it, Katrina,” I groaned. “Fuck it. Fuck my fucking cock!”

Jack climbed up beside us and Katrina’s cries of pleasure were quickly muffled by his cock. I had to reluctantly stop sucking on her tit to make room for Jack. Katrina wailed onto him and continued to pound herself up and down on me, burying my cock completely in her pussy every time she came down. Her screams became louder when Roger held her hips still and started to slowly ease his cock into her asshole. I could feel the added pressure of him filling her, as inch by inch he buried his cock in her anal cavity.

I squeezed both of Katrina’s big tits and she sucked deeper and harder on Jack’s cock while Roger began to pump his cock in and out of her ass.

“Oh my god that feels so fucking good,” Roger groaned.

Katrina pulled Jack’s cock out of her mouth. “Yes!” she screamed. “Fuck my pussy and ass!” She started to buck her hips back and forth, alternately driving my cock, then Roger’s deeper inside her. The three of us held relatively still while Katrina moved her body between us, fucking and sucking our cocks.

I watched in awe as Katrina worked, delighting in the ripples of pleasure her squeezing pussy was producing in my cock. Katrina howled and moaned onto Jack’s cock, her big tits bouncing with her efforts.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, Katrina! Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

“Suck my fucking cock, baby,” Jack said. “I’m so close. I want you to swallow my cum.”

“Oh fuck oh shit, I’m cumming!” Roger howled. I could feel the movements of his cock through the thin barrier of Katrina’s clenching pussy-walls. Roger stiffened and held Katrina’s hips still as he started shooting his hot spunk into her bowels. With just the head of my cock still in her pussy, Katrina reached down and started furiously strumming her clit until she screamed onto Jack’s cock. She managed to push back into Roger just enough to dislodge my cock from her cunt, and a clear stream of cum gushed from her pussy, splashing all over my stomach, my cock and balls, and my thighs. Roger may have finished spunking in her ass, but his cock was still buried there.

“Oh fuck that was so fucking hot!” Jack gasped. “I’m gonna cum!”

I sat back on the bench, slowly stroking the iron-hard length of my cum-covered cock and watching Katrina work her throat as she swallowed spurt after spurt of Jack’s cum. She had about half of his big prick in her mouth, and she was twirling her wrapped hand around the rest of his shaft while he bağcılar escort held her head in both hands and unloaded a huge torrent of spunk down her throat.

When Jack had finally finished cumming, Roger was able to gently pull his somewhat softened cock out of Katrina’s asshole and help her sit down beside me.

“Oh fuck, that was awesome!” Katrina said, her gorgeous tits rising and falling on her chest as she caught her breath. “I can’t believe how much cum you just shot down my throat, Jack. It tastes so good.”

“That was amazing, as always, Katrina,” Roger said. He leaned over and kissed her, and Katrina opened her mouth for his tongue as they shared the taste of Jack’s cum. When they broke their kiss, they smiled at each other and Roger washed his cock before leaving the shower. I noticed as he turned the corner that he was already nearly fully erect again.

Katrina tapped me lightly on the thigh. “Hey,” she said. “Stand up and put your cock in my mouth. I want more cum.”

Jack chuckled. “You two have fun. I’m going to go see what’s going on out in the living room.”

I stood up and Katrina grabbed my cock around the base and began licking her cum off of my shaft and balls.

“Oh yes, Katrina,” I moaned. “Can you taste your delicious pussy all over my cock?”

Katrina just moaned in response as she started to work her way down my shaft, until she had swallowed my entire length again. She pulled back with a short gasp, a trail of saliva hanging from my purple cock head through the air to her lips.

“Fuck my face,” she said. “Cum right down my throat.”

She swallowed my cock again, and grabbed my wrists, directing me to move my hands up to the back of her head. I held on and fucked her face as directed. My balls were bouncing off of her chin as I fucked her mouth and throat. She was leaned over now, with just her ass on the bench, her neck and back more or less parallel to the floor as I worked my thick fuck pole in and out of her mouth.

“Oh fuck yes here it comes!” I barked. “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Katrina groaned onto my cock as my balls suddenly tightened and began to churn. My first cum of the day lurched hard through the length of my cock and exploded into Katrina’s mouth. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was still between her sucking lips and she swallowed over and over again as I fired huge thick ropes of cock cream down her throat. My vision darkened and I began to wobble on my feet as the last few spurts of cum burst from my cock. Katrina continued sucking and swallowing until it was all gone, and I finally plopped down beside her on the bench.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped.

“Good morning to you too, Will,” she said. I could taste my cum when she kissed me and I could feel her hands stroking my cock, not giving it a chance to soften. I reached between her legs and she moaned into my mouth when I sank two of my fingers into her sopping wet pussy. “I want you to fuck my ass,” she said.

She stood up and retrieved the bottle of lube from where Roger had left it on the other side of the shower. I could see Roger’s cum slowly leaking from her asshole when she leaned over to pick it up. She stood up and handed me the lube and lifted her big tits on her chest. “Fuck me hard, Will,” she said. “Fuck me rough.”

“Rough?” I asked, smiling and raising one eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she said. “Spank me. Pull my hair. Slap me. Choke me. Fuck me.”

I left the lube on the bench and stood up slowly. My cock stood out hard and tall in front of me. “Grab my cock,” I said.

As Katrina’s fingers slipped around my shaft, I weaved mine into her wet dark wet hair and took it in my grip. I pulled her head back, forcing her to look up directly into my face as she squeezed and stroked my cock with both hands.

Katrina growled. “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said. “Do whatever you want with me. Use me.”

This was not something that Eva and I had ever dabbled in at home. Not that we never had rough sex of course, but Katrina’s specific instructions and her obvious enthusiasm had my imagination running and my cock throbbing in her hands. I pulled back on her head a little harder and grabbed one of her big tits in my free hand, squeezing harder than I normally would. I let go and gave the other plump breast a similar squeeze before letting go and slapping it, bringing my hand up briskly from below.

“Fuck!” Katrina gasped. “Harder. Slap my tits harder!”

“When I’m ready,” I said. “Open your mouth.”

She obeyed immediately, and I grabbed the same boob I had just slapped, squeezing hard as I probed my tongue into her open mouth. She moaned and her tongue moved to meet mine. We twirled our tongues together without allowing our lips to meet or close. I jerked her head back hard and slapped her other breast and leaned over to drag my tongue up from her collar-bone and over her exposed throat. I opened my mouth and let my teeth drag against her skin and okmeydanı escort felt her moan in my jaw.

I let go of her hair and turned her body away from mine, spinning her roughly by the shoulders. “Put your hands flat on the wall,” I said. “Push that perfect ass out.”

Katrina shook her luscious bottom in front of me and I slapped both of her jiggling globes a few times with my cock. I moved around to stand beside her and slapped her left cheek hard with my open right palm.

“Mmmmmm,” she groaned. “I bet you can spank me harder than that. Make it hurt.”

THWACK! “Don’t you dare tell me how to do this,” I growled. THWACK! My second slap burned my palm and left a matching red glow on Katrina’s other ass cheek.

She gasped wordlessly at the first and shrieked with the second, standing up straight involuntarily. I enjoyed the bouncing of her flesh in her motion, the jiggling of her boobs and of her reddened bottom. She quickly resumed her position, breathing in long gasps. “Please spank me more, Will,” she begged. “You’re making me so fucking wet!”

My cock lurched and I was surprised my the wave of desire that flooded over me. A thick bead of pre-cum oozed out of the tip of my cock.

“Clean this up first,” I said, pointing at my bulging purple cock-head.

Katrina quickly moved and lowered her face to my cock. She shot her tongue out and twirled it around the tightly stretched skin of my cock-head, licking up the clear ooze from the tip until I grabbed her hair again and jerked her back to her feet.

“Back up against the wall,” I said, giving her a shove in that direction.

In seconds, Katrina resumed her stance, and again I slapped my cock against her ass-cheeks several times before moving to her side and bringing back my hand. I finally noticed Eva standing in the entrance to the shower, watching me with an amused grin, but also with the fire of lust in her eyes. There was cum dripping down the insides of her thighs.

I winked at my girlfriend and slapped Katrina’s ass again, even harder than before. THWACK!

“FUCK!” Katrina screamed, her body once again arching from the shock of the pain flowering on the skin of her bottom. My right hand tingled in its own glow of pain, but my cock was so fucking hard from this new excitement that I knew I had to give her at least one more before I finally gave her the fuck she had been asking me for.

One more. As hard as I could. THWACK!

“AAAAAHAAAAAAAGH!” Katrina screamed, and this time she started to cum and squirt as she tumbled against the shower wall and sank to her knees in front of it. I smiled at Eva again, noticing her gaze had transitioned into a slightly detached look of overpowering lust, amusement having given way.

While Katrina recovered from her spontaneous orgasm, I lubed my throbbing cock. When I turned back to her, she was sitting on the shower floor with her back against the wall. I leaned over and slipped my fingers around her throat as she gasped for breath. Squeezing gently, I guided her back to her feet. There were already tears running down her face, whether from the spanking or from her surprise orgasm I didn’t know.

I slapped her cheek with my free hand and her eyes focused suddenly and burned into me. “I’m going to fuck your ass now,” I said.

“Yes!” she gasped.

I slapped her again, once a little lighter than before on her cheek, then a sharper one on one of her big swinging tits. “You’re going to eat Eva’s pussy while I fuck you,” I said. “And don’t you dare cum before she does.”

“Fuck yes!” she growled and I switched hands on her throat and squeezed a little harder and slapped her other plump breast.

Eva had moved into position already when I dragged Katrina, squirming and moaning, back to the shower bench. Her pussy and the insides of her legs were shiny with her recent expulsion of juices. My cock swayed in front of me, rock-hard and rippling with veins, and glistening with a liberal coating of lube.

I grabbed Katrina by the back of her neck and forced her face down into my girlfriend’s waiting, cum-dripping pussy. I had no idea if it was Tyler’s or Jack’s or Roger’s or some mixture, but watching it ooze out of Eva’s pussy and seeing Katrina latch her mouth onto it sent a shiver of perverse joy up my spine. I slapped Katrina’s ass again as she arranged herself on the bench so that she could comfortably access Eva’s pussy while still presenting her luscious ass to me to be fucked.

“Suck your boyfriend’s cum out of my pussy,” Eva moaned. “He fucked me so good and came so much!”

Katrina’s answer was a muffled groan into Eva’s pussy as I spread her ass cheeks wide with my hands and pressed my cock head against the opening of her asshole, still stretched from Roger’s enthusiastic work a few minutes ago. It was still a lot of pressure to stuff my bigger head into her ass, and Katrina and I groaned together with the effort. She pushed back against me, but without taking her mouth away from Eva’s pussy, so I was doing most of the work. But that was fine. I slapped her ass again and stuffed a few more inches of my well-lubed cock into Katrina’s ass. Her moans were becoming screams by the time I was fully buried inside her, although muffled by Eva’s cunt.

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“Marjorie Constant cannot accept the fact that I’m bisexual, she dumped me,” Richard Browne said, and the six-foot-two, burly young African American sportsman shrugged his massive shoulders. Riley Hunter looked at the young man she’d considered her best friend for ages and wondered what to say to him. What words could comfort a young man who had just lost his first love? Even for a wordsmith as talented as the feisty Riley, this was something of a challenge.

Richard looked miserable and forlorn, and Riley was not quite sure what to say. She kind of sensed what he was going through. The black community, and black women in particular, aren’t fond of bisexual black men. Richard’s revelation to his now ex-girlfriend Marjorie was brave but ill-advised. Riley had grown up with Richard, and she was the only other person who knew he liked both sexes. Riley likes being Richard’s confidante, but she’d like to be much, much more for him…

Riley had known about Richard ever since she caught him making out with her friend Randy Peterson near the baseball field, a long time ago. A lot of the girls in town fancied Richard, the tall and handsome football player. Peterson, the skinny and red-haired, artistic nerd, also fancied Richard, and they had a secret relationship for a while. Peterson ended up leaving Golden Ridge for good after receiving a scholarship to an art school in Paris, France. With Peterson gone, Richard and Riley enrolled at Marlowe College, and continued with their lives.

To Riley, males who only like males, and males who like both females and males are sexy. The androgynous young blonde woman has been fascinated with such men for ages, and she even watches lots of gay porn and bisexual male porn. Riley likes to masturbate and fantasize while watching porn scenes where men fuck both women and men. She’s fantasized about Richard, and Peterson, more than once…

“Come here,” Riley said, and the slim, short and tomboyish young blonde threw her arms around her favorite gentle giant. Richard Browne, cornerback of the Marlowe College football team, nearly stumbled as Riley hugged him with all of her might. The two of them had grown up on the same street in the small town of Golden Ridge, Mississippi. There was nothing their friendship couldn’t overcome…

Richard thought about his now ex-girlfriend Marjorie Constant, the tall, curvy and stunningly beautiful young Haitian woman whom he’d hoped to marry. When Richard met Marjorie during freshman year at Marlowe College, he was heads over heels in love with her, though Riley warned him to be careful. Richard simply cannot resist tall black women with attitudes and big butts, much to Riley’s everlasting chagrin.

“Marjorie is a church-going, deeply religious type, the kind of woman who has tons of gay male friends but would never date a bisexual man, a hypocrite of the first caliber, but you have to respect her choice,” Riley said, and Richard nodded without saying anything. The two best friends sat under a tree inside the sunlit quad located at the heart of the Marlowe College campus.

A few students walking by stared, for seeing a burly black man with a tiny white woman still causes a stir around these parts, but both Riley and Richard ignored them. They’d grown used to getting stared at when hanging out together. Even though they looked different on the surface, they were remarkably similar underneath it all. Riley is the rebellious daughter of a Baptist minister who champions LGBT rights and rejects gender roles and taksim escort rules of feminine behavior. Richard is the seemingly normal brother with a lot of secrets. Yup, they’re two of a kind, and Golden Ridge produces every kind nowadays…

The town of Golden Ridge was built in 1895 by Earl Ridge, a British businessman who came to Mississippi to get into the cattle business. More than a century later, the town of Golden Ridge is home to forty seven thousand souls. Sixty percent of the townspeople are of Caucasian descent, and thirty eight percent of them are African American, with Asian Americans and Latino Americans making the remaining two percent. For the most part, relations are peaceful between the races…to a point.

In 2004, the town of Golden Ridge elected its first female Mayor, the honorable Martha Stevenson, daughter of the late great Sheriff Mattison Stevenson. Almost two decades later, Golden Ridge elected its first African American Mayor, Burton Browne, a Stanford-educated attorney, and the father of future football legend Richard Browne. Golden Ridge is behind a lot of Midwestern towns when it comes to social issues. The town moves at its own pace, that’s for damn sure.

In 1972, a man named Theodore Marlowe decided to create an educational institution in Golden Ridge, and this institution eventually became Marlowe College. Eight thousand students attend the school, which offers associates and bachelors degrees in seventeen majors, including accounting, business, computer science and nursing. In 2000, the school began fielding varsity teams in men’s soccer, basketball, baseball, cross country, swimming, volleyball, lacrosse and football, along with women’s soccer, cross country, rugby, basketball, swimming, volleyball, lacrosse, field hockey and archery.

This is the town that birthed two unique individuals, Richard Browne, the tall, handsome football player destined for NFL greatness, and Riley Hunter, the tomboyish, downright androgynous gal who turned out to be his best friend. Riley and Richard sat under the tree, watching the sunset. Richard scored the winning touchdown in Marlowe College football team’s game against their rivals, Belhaven University. He would go down in Division Three football history as far as the State of Mississippi was concerned. So why doesn’t Richard Browne feel like a winner?

“In the black community, the women are always talking about Down Low Brothers, raging against bisexual black men for not disclosing their sexuality, and then rejecting them for doing so,” Richard said, shaking his head. Riley nodded and gently laid her hand on his shoulder. Richard has always been special to Riley, whom the town of Golden Ridge considered a freak because of her views on gender and sexuality.

Riley looks like a tomboyish blonde-haired female, with blue eyes and a shy demeanor. The fact that she champions LGBT rights and thinks that the rules governing women’s behavior are outdated and useless puts her at odds with most folks in Golden Ridge, who happen to be conservative minded Christians and staunch believers in marriage being only between a man and a woman. In a town that takes tradition seriously, Riley was an exception with a neon-bright capital frigging E!

“If word gets out that I’m bisexual, I’m finished,” Richard said, and for the thousandth time, he cursed himself for confessing his secret to Marjorie. Riley patted her friend’s shoulder and nodded with empathy. Of course, Richard was right. A church-going beşiktaş escort Haitian woman can never accept a bisexual man as her mate. Even if she has legions of gay male friends. Richard remembered worrying about being found out while involved with Peterson, but luckily Peterson was discrete, and their good friend Riley helped cover their tracks.

Richard smiled to himself as he remembered the fun he used to have with Peterson. The tall, skinny and artistic nerd had a nice body and a big dick. Peterson would kiss Richard passionately during their private moments and suck his big black dick before putting a condom and fucking him silly. The burly black dude would stroke himself as his favorite nerd shoved his thick pale cock up his ass. Man to man action was fun, and Peterson was good in bed.

“Can’t get enough of that fuck stick,” Richard told Peterson, during their last session together. It was mere weeks before Peterson was due to fly out of Mississippi and onto the mesmerizing world of Europe. The two young men had plenty of privacy since Peterson’s parents were visiting relatives in Biloxi, a hundred miles from Golden Ridge. They fucked and sucked over every square inch of the Peterson household. Richard liked sex with Peterson, the dude was talented. Too bad he moved to Paris, France…

“Richard, forget Marjorie,” Riley said, and when he didn’t look up, she bit her lip and then took his face into her hands. Richard was snatched out of his little trip down memory lane and blinked, startled. Richard looked at Riley, and for a moment, it was as if he were seeing her for the first time. She drew closer to him, until their faces were inches apart. Richard hesitated, then closed the gap between Riley and himself. He kissed her passionately, and then the two of them embraced. It surprised them both, to say the least, but it was a most agreeable moment…

“Your lips taste sweet,” Richard told Riley, when they came up for air. Riley blushed in a most girly way, like she’d never done before. For as long as Richard had known her, Riley had been tough, and not exactly emotionally expressive though some mistook that for shyness. Riley was the tough gal who could wrestle and play hard like all the fellas. Richard loved that about her, but he’d never looked at her like that until that night…

“The rest of me is even sweeter, Richard, I like the fact that you’re bisexual, I think it’s hot, and if you let me, I will help you forget Marjorie,” Riley said, grinning. Richard and Riley left the Marlowe College campus, and went home. Once there, the two best friends hastily undressed and spent the evening exploring one another. Lines were crossed, and points of no return reached, and it was a grand old time…

“Hot damn,” Richard groaned as Riley sucked his big dark dick, after laying him down on the basement carpet. The slim, tomboyish blonde grinned at her favorite big and tall, bisexual football stud, and stroked his balls while sucking his dick. Riley fingered Richard’s ass as she sucked his dick, and he moaned, loving what she was doing to him. If Richard had known how freaky Riley was, he would have made a move on her a long time ago…

“Babe, you haven’t felt anything yet,” Riley said, and as the night rolled on, the blonde tomboy showed the bisexual black football stud exactly what she was made of. After sucking Richard’s dick and getting him hard as a rock, Riley sat on his face, smothering him with her thick, pale ass. Richard grabbed etiler escort Riley’s ass cheeks with both hands and ate her pussy as she sat on his face. Riley was freaky as hell, and Richard couldn’t get enough of her…

“I love a nice thick white ass, female or male,” Richard confessed to a giggling Riley. She got on all fours and spread her thick ass cheeks wide open. Richard inhaled the scent of Riley’s ass and slid his fingers into her pussy before working his tongue into her ass hole. Riley moaned softly as Richard began eating her ass while fingering her pussy. Richard wasn’t kidding when he told Riley he likes white asses. The brother ate her ass like a champ until his favorite tomboy squealed in delight and begged for mercy…

“I got a surprise for you,” Riley told Richard, and he watched as she donned a sexy ebony strap-on dildo and stroked it. Richard smiled as Riley told him to get on all fours. Riley lubricated Richard’s ass and then pushed the dildo into his ass. Richard groaned, for Riley’s dildo was much bigger than Peterson’s dick had been. The tough bisexual college football player found himself moaning as his favorite tomboy went to town on him, slamming the dildo up his ass like there was no tomorrow…

“No more,” Richard said, after Riley plowed his ass for a solid half an hour. He rolled on his back, tired as fuck, and Riley looked at him and grinned. The sexy tomboy tossed aside the strap-on dildo and climbed on top of her favorite football player. Richard watched as Riley grabbed his dick and stroked him before rubbing him against her vagina. Locking eyes with Richard, Riley inserted his dick into her vagina…

“Just fuck me,” Riley all but growled at Richard as she impaled herself on his hard, dark dick. Richard caressed Riley’s small tits with one hand and her round ass with the other. The tomboyish beauty looked amazingly sexy in that moment, and he wanted her quite badly. Riley sighed happily and rode Richard, welcoming the feel of his hard dick inside of her pussy. Richard bucked his hips, ramming his dick into Riley’s pussy. The two of them fucked passionately, exploring one another. After fucking and sucking for hours, Richard and Riley fell asleep in each other’s arms…

“I don’t need Marjorie, and I don’t need Peterson, all I need is you,” Richard told Riley, as they ate breakfast together at Keshia’s Diner the next morning. Riley smiled at her best friend and nodded. She wore one of his old football jerseys, booty shorts and sandals. Richard wore a red T-shirt and blue sweatpants. They looked like just another college-age couple enjoying breakfast in the loud and busy, African American owned establishment. Nothing to see here.

“I will hold you onto that, handsome,” Riley said, and Richard grinned and poked her nose. Before Richard could answer, however, he saw a familiar silhouette walk into the diner. Marjorie Constant, tall and curvy Haitian beauty walked into Cecil’s Diner like she owned the place, flanked by two of her girlfriends. Marjorie looked around, spotted Richard and shook her head, for like most black women, even though she has lots of effeminate gay black male friends, there was nothing more disgusting in her eyes than a bisexual black man.

“You’re the only one for me,” Richard said to Riley, and the sexy blonde tomboy blushed as her best friend took her sleek hand and brought it to his lips. A gal can get used to that, Riley thought, grinning. Richard smiled at Riley, and thanked his lucky stars that he found her. Everything he needed was right in front of him. Bisexual black men don’t need to be on the Down Low, chasing dick, chasing pussy and taking risks. They need open-minded women ( of any color or background ) who can accept them for who they are, and still date them. Life is better this way.

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The chronological order of my stories is as follows:

Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa’s Christmas Story, Case of the Black Badge series.

A Case of Revenge, Ch. 1

Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.

This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.

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Part 1 – Dominance and Submission

It was late April, and I was driving my Police SUV towards Midtown on Friday afternoon after solving the Black Badge case. I’d invited Cindy to come with me, ostensibly to see her sister and to give her opinion on the house Molly was planning to buy, but more so that Cindy could spend some time with her good buddy Teresa Croyle.

“So, did you ever figure out who’d been investigating you and your college days?” Cindy asked. It was a two hour drive to Midtown, and we had some time to talk ‘shop’ that we really couldn’t talk about elsewhere.

“No, but I have my suspicions.” I said. “Todd’s new family, the Burkes, have long wanted to know what happened to their son Jack, who was also Teresa’s lover some years ago. But this time it seemed like a much more well-populated and well-financed investigation. So either someone is doing this for the Burkes, or for himself.”

“Hmmm, that leaves two trains of thought.” said Cindy. “Nathan Allen and Henry Wargrave.”

“Allen isn’t all that rich, though he gets to spend a lot of State tax dollars on parties and bourbon.” I replied. “I’d say it’s Wargrave, but it’s not clear to me why, nor why he’d want to help the Burkes.”

“Business arrangements?” Cindy offered as a possibility.

“None that I know of.” I replied. As we passed The Asylum in Coltrane County on our way to Buford and on down to Midtown, my mind was flooded with memories of the last two months, and my increasing involvement with the Burkes…

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“Oh yes! Fuck me, Don! Fuck me!” Eleanor Burke screamed out as I relentlessly pumped my meat in and out of her. “Oh God, it’s so fucking good! Fuck me, show my husband how a real man fucks a woman!”

“Yeah, give it to her, Uncle Don!” Todd snarled as he watched me fuck his stepmother. “Fuck that bitch’s brains out! Are you watching, Dad? Are you watching this man fuck your wife?” Todd was yelling the words at his father Michael, who was sitting naked in the chair at the foot of the bed, watching between my legs as my cock drove in and out of his wife again and again.

We were in Eleanor’s marital bed in the Burke’s home. It was back in January, while I was still working on the Black Widow case. Todd had invited me over to fuck Eleanor and make Michael watch. He’d told me all about Eleanor’s dominance of her husband.

I began fucking Eleanor even harder as she climaxed hard around my pistoning cock. Eleanor was one incredibly hot fuck! For a while she’d met my thrusts as I pounded her pretty pink pussy, and then she’d wrapped her shapely legs around me, trapping me in their grip.

I looked back at her husband as I fucked her. Michael Burke was watching, his jaw sagging as he watched another man’s cock pump his wife’s pussy. His eyes had a strange look: a mixture of arousal, excitement, but also pain and sadness. He was a cuckold and he knew it, but he also felt helpless.

I gripped Eleanor’s hips, turning slightly onto my right side and pulling up her leg to give her husband a better look. “Look at it, Michael!” I roared, “Look at that cock fucking your wife!” Michael stared at our joined loins, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of the adulterous copulation in front of him.

“I’m fucking your wife, Michael… your wife!” I snarled at the older man. I was feeling a power, an energy surge through me, a god-like power making me want to dominate the woman I was fucking as well as the wimp cuckold that her husband was. “God, it feels so good to fuck your wife, Michael! Are you watching, Michael? Are you watching me fuck your wife like you can’t, you worthless piece of crap?”

I heard my nephew Todd taking up the bit as I eased back over, fully mounted onto Eleanor in the good ol’ missionary position. Todd was relentlessly and ruthlessly taunting his father, demanding that Michael watch Eleanor being taken as I slid my hands under the lovely trophy wife’s succulent ass, gripping her soft asscheeks. I was close to coming, and began that final drive to get my nut and spew my semen deep inside her. I deeply kissed Eleanor’s capa escort mouth, her tongue twining with mine as she returned the kiss, then I began nuzzling her neck, knowing what she was looking at.

Todd was also naked, and his body was a specimen of a 20-year-old Adonis. He was naked, his body hair completely saved even as the black hair on his head had gotten long and thicker. He was watching me copulate with Eleanor with an intense stare, and he was aroused. His ten inch cock stood straight up, rock hard and throbbing, barely curving at all. Pre-cum oozed from his piss-slit as his prick pulsed, and he was eagerly awaiting my finish so that he could sink that huge weapon of lust into his stepmother’s filthy sperm-filled cunt and fuck her brains out in front of her husband, his father.

“Yeah, Uncle Don, fuck her hard and deep!” Todd practically shouted at me. “Get your nut inside that bitch! Fill her up while her husband watches!” It didn’t take long; I was powering my cock into Eleanor vigorously, my knees off the bed as my feet gained leverage to savagely fuck her. The pain began rising, intensifying, and then with a flash of gray light it burst.

“UUUNGH! AAAUGH!” I gasped out as I fired my first wad of cock-cream into Eleanor’s clutching cunt. Burst after burst of jism followed as I emptied my aching balls into the older woman’s steaming twat. Along with the release came a huge drain of energy, wiping me out…

—

I sat in another chair at the side of the bed, sipping my single-malt Scotch as I watched. After I’d come inside Eleanor and rolled off her her, I’d staggered to the chair and sat down. Eleanor immediately sat up and extended her hand to grip Todd’s huge cock and pull him to the edge. She leaned over and her mouth engulfed his meaty inches.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, “Michael, your son’s cock is so big, soooo much tastier than yours.” Eleanor said as she fellated Todd. “My god, what a great young cock! Are you watching me suck your son’s cock, Michael?” Eleanor said, her eyes a mixture of playfulness but also a serious dominance. I could see in Eleanor’s eyes a potential to administer real sexual pain to her husband, and perhaps others. And she was into it now.

Eleanor lay back as Todd eased onto the bed and between his stepmother’s legs. He began to dryhump Eleanor, making her moan as he teased her, letting his huge cockhead jab her clit as his long, thick shaft slid between the folds of her cunt, getting wetter and wetter with the mixture of lubricant, her juices and my semen.

“Gee Uncle Don, usually you’re getting my sloppy seconds.” Todd called out like a rude child. “Now I’m gonna get your sloppy seconds. Dad, are you watching? Are you watching me fucking your wife’s sloppy wet hole? Don’t you wish it was you fucking this hot, slick cunt, Dad?”

With that, Todd turned his full attention to Eleanor. They both looked between their legs as Todd undulated his hips, letting his cock dip down and ease into her hole. Then he slowly pushed forward, easing in and out with short strokes before finally sinking the final four inches into his stepmother with long deep thrust. Eleanor moaned as she was filled, her head falling back to the pillows as she pulled her legs up and back, then wrapped them around Todd’s muscular torso.

I just watched. Todd was fucking Eleanor with what seemed to be an easy, lazy, languorous motion, but in reality was powerful and nearly violent. I had watched the young stud fuck a number of times, including the times he had mated with my then-wife Melina, and it was obvious that this young man was a very experienced, very good lover.

His motions and undulations as he thrust his hard ass forward, impaling Eleanor onto his throbbing hard male meat, reminded me of the times in college, watching Eleanor’s son Jack fucking a seemingly endless stream of hot women. Todd had told me and Laura of Eleanor’s confession that Jack had seduced and mated with his mother for years, a liaison that had added to Jack’s brother Jimmy’s misery and desire to break totally away from the Burke family. How odd Destiny is! I thought, as the flow of personal history played through my mind even as my eyes enjoyed the sight of the muscular young stud copulating with the beautiful older woman…

—

There were other evenings, as well. I remember Eleanor sucking Todd’s huge cock as I fucked her sweet pussy from the rear, the sounds of her sweet cheeks slapping my groin filling the air. Eleanor also would try to suck my dick as Todd fucked her, but he was too powerful and she would yield to him every time, unable to do anything but succumb to his male power and vicious fucking.

I was surprised at how I totally lost respect for Michael Burke. Taunting him was not just role-play; I’d really wanted to humiliate him even as I fucked his wife’s cunt into a creamy lather. I remember speaking words meant to cause vicious humiliation and pain to the man, pain far deeper than just sexual dominance of his wife. He absorbed topkapi escort it all, that mixture of sexual arousal and humiliation in his eyes the entire time. Todd was even more cruel in his words, though there was never any physical abuse of the man. I asked Todd how that made him feel, and he said he knew he was in charge and dominant. When I asked Laura about it, I found myself practically becoming a subject of one of her studies… and speaking of that…

—

“Well, everything’s fine.” Laura had said just the day before as she finished my examination in her little clinic next to her office. “Your penis is still the same size, 7.5 inches, though barely that. No physical side-effects of the drugs Ned gave you, nor the ‘gray viagras’ that I’ve given you.”

When I’d told Laura of the dream-hallucinations I’d had while fucking my mother, she had scheduled physicals for me and for Todd, ostensibly under the same project of the drugs Ned had given us nearly two years before. Todd had come up clean and healthy, as well. Laura also commented that Todd’s loads were still huge, and he was pumping nearly half a billion sperm each time he ejaculated into a woman. For most men, 100-150 million sperm was normal. Mine was still on the slightly low side, but as I’d proved twice with Laura and once with Molly, I was perfectly capable of siring children.

Laura talked to me extensively about the dreams, but was careful not to say or make note of anything that could potentially cause me a problem with my police career, particularly the part about carrying arms in the line of duty. She told me that Todd had not reported any intense dreams like the one’s I’d had, but he wasn’t taking the ‘gray pills’, either. I began to wonder why Laura was even having me take those…

—

Cindy and I were staying with her sister Molly. We drove to Molly’s Police Precinct building, which was in the nicer suburb areas north of town, where I could park my T&C Police SUV in the protected parking lot. Once that was done, Molly drove us to her house to drop our luggage and freshen up, and then we went to pick up Teresa Croyle and have dinner.

I observed Teresa as she and Molly talked about some of the things going on in Midtown, mostly about the criminal exploits of Senator Nathan Allen. Teresa had been careful not to let Allen see her, but she’d exposed three dirty cops that he’d been associating with, and then Molly had begun trying to set up a bribery sting operation. But so far, Senator Allen had been very wily, and while he had been pissed at his three marked cards in the MPD being found out, there was nothing to touch him directly.

After we’d eaten and were finishing off our drinks and dessert, I whispered to Cindy to take Molly, and only Molly, to powder their cute noses. When Teresa was about to go with them, I stopped her and asked her to stay.

“How are you liking it down here, Teresa?” I asked quietly.

“It’s okay, but I liked it up there a lot better.” Teresa said. I’d observed that while she was putting a game face on it, she was out of her comfort zone here in Midtown.

“Teresa, I’m going to quickly ask you a question, and I need your most very honest answer.” I said. “Do you want to come back to our Police Force?”

Teresa glared into my eyes for a second, then picked up on what I was trying to get at. “Yes, yes I would.”

“I need to be sure you’re sure.” I said. “If you want to come back, I will start the groundwork to bring you back in, that bastard Allen’s meddling notwithstanding. But don’t let me start doing that only to have you back out…”

“Oh, I won’t back out.” Teresa said. “When do you think this’ll happen?”

“August 1st.” I said. “By the way, I understand you and Cindy are running in our County’s July 4th Team Triathlon as a team?”?

“Yes, we are.” Teresa said. “We haven’t said anything to anybody, though. How’d you know?”

I just smiled. “You need to win it. And when you do, here’s the first step in getting you back…”

Part 2 – Company Sex

“Come on in, Mike.” Laura said as the handsome young man entered her office. As he approached her, she remembered the extremely pleasurable sex she was having with him the day Jonas Oldeeds was exterminated. He was also a CIA mole inside the Oldeeds’ organization, having become Vicki Oldeeds’ personal assistant, his duties mostly being to fuck Vicki with his huge, nearly ten inch cock.

“How are you?” she said as they melted into each other’s arms. Mike kissed her hard and deep, shoving his tongue into her mouth, feeling her pussy melt into wetness in anticipation of what she was about to do with the handsome young stud.

“Good, but I’ve missed you.” Mike said. “I’ve thought about you a lot.”

“Let’s go to my little bedroom.” Laura said, meaning the bedroom set up next to her office to observe couples making love as part of her research. Once inside the room, the young stud began kissing the beautiful older woman, their sariyer escort tongues and lips moving together as their hands pawed at each other.

“Do they know you’re up here?” Laura asked as she allowed Mike to pull the straps of her dress down and expose her large, milky breasts.

“They’re in Midtown. I told them I was visiting college friends from up here, and I just came from seeing them. I snuck over to report to you… and of course to have some fun.”

“Mmmm, I’m glad you did.” Laura said as the young stud began kissing her neck, his hands deftly working to remove her dress until it dropped to the floor, leaving the beautiful professor naked except for her high heel gold lamé sandals. She had removed her underwear in lusty anticipation of young Mike’s arrival…

—

“Mmmmm, so tasty!” Laura said. She was lying on her side as Mike lay flat on his back. She eased her mouth back onto his cockhead, swirling her tongue then slid her lips down the throbbing hard, thick shaft. She sucked the young’s stud mammoth meat with famished lust, enjoying the taste and feel of his cock in her mouth as she fellated him. She also knew that Mike was loving it, barely able to hold back, and that he’d becoming apart at the seams soon if she didn’t ease back…

—

“Mmmmmm…unnnnh!” Laura gasped. They were lying on their left sides, Mike behind Laura, fucking her in a “spoon” position. Mike held her right leg high up as he pistoned his massive meat into her with smooth, steady thrusts. The positioned helped keep his weight off of her pregnant belly, and also kept his thrusts from being too deep or painful. He also was roughly rubbing her clit, sending shocks of pleasure that added to her bliss in being sensuously fucked by a young man and that incredibly wonderful, big cock of his.

Laura reached up over her shoulder and pulled Mike’s head down to her for a deep, wet kiss that matched their deep, wet coupling, knowing that this position also allowed for the hidden cameras to get clear views of their coupled loins. Laura knew that her husband would really enjoy the DVD of this mating, and seeing her pussy being impaled by the boy’s huge meat.

“I’m getting close…” Mike groaned. “Where… unnh… where do you want me to come?”

“In my mouth, baby.” Laura said. “I want to swallow every drop of that creamy load.” After another minute of hard thrusting, Mike suddenly pulled his prick out of Laura’s steaming twat, jumped up and straddled her lovely face. He practically jammed his cockhead into her mouth and an instant later began ejaculating wad after large wad of semen onto her tongue and down her throat.

—

After a couple of glasses of champagne and some cuddling, Laura and Mike’s pillow-talk turned to business as Mike began reporting on the Oldeeds’ Empire.

“Since Jonas died last year, Vicki has been working on maintaining the Empire.” Mike said. “She’s also trying to slowly dismantle the human trafficking operation and replace it with straight drugs, especially opium and heroin from the Far East. They don’t say much in front of me, but I get snippets here and there.”

Mike continued: “I don’t know what it’s all about, but Vicki and some of the hierarchy have come to Midtown, and I suspect it’s for meetings with politicians. I did overhear that they’re going to come up here to the University, allegedly for a rally for some of the young preachers trying to carry on Jonas’s work, but I think Vicki wants to meet some contacts here about the operations.”

“Hmmm, interesting.” Laura said. “I’ll start having people work on it right away. You have all their cellphone numbers and emails so we can start tracing them?”

“Yep, all that’s in the envelope I gave you when I came in, the one you locked in your desk.” Mike said.

“You be careful, Mike.” Laura said. “If you think they’re getting wind of you, get out of there, fast! We’ve got other sources, so you don’t have to risk it all.”

“I hear you.” Mike said. He began nuzzling Laura’s neck, gently kissing her. His hand moved to the swell of her belly, rubbing it. “So, baby, what do you say to letting me put the next bun in your oven after you have this baby?”

“Mmmm, so you want to knock me up, eh?” Laura said, turning to face her young lover, smiling beautifully and lustily at him, then sharing kisses with him as they began heating up for their next round of hot sex.

“Yeah, baby, that’s all I think about.” Mike said. “When I’m fucking that bitch Vicki, I’m thinking of you the whole time. I’d really love for you to have my baby, Laura.”

“Mmmmm…” Laura moaned into their deep kiss. “Well, stud, I’ll think about that. In the meantime, why don’t you demonstrate your babymaking… techniques… to me now, hmmm?”

Mike complied until they were both exhausted with pleasure.

—-

“Oh, there you are, Mike.” Vicki Oldeeds said as Mike entered her hotel room, carrying his large Bible as always. Two recording devices were secreted inside it. “How was your trip? Your friends doing well?”

“It was good, and yes, they’re doing well, they’ll be graduating in May.” Mike said as he looked down, seeing the plastic sheeting on the floor. He tried to hide the chill of fear that raced down his back.

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Anal in the Zones

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The subtropical trees of zone Epsilon-Whiskey rose proudly over an abundance of dry shrubs.

Pax stumbled backward over another aerial root but managed not to fall. Pax’ naked muscles gleamed under the loose canopy’s filtered light, a shiny layer of odorless bug repellant the only thing keeping the so called “Weevils” from sinking their mandibles, pincers and even more bizarre hooks into him.

The foot-long, insectoid abominations with the cutesy code name buzzed toward him, dark brown wings barely granting lift, part pill bug, part squid, some almost like monkeys or dogs clad in chitin.

He’d slaughtered more Weevils than he’d expected to find and there were still more coming.

Pax’ tactical jockstrap in beige and the red bandana around his neck were all the “armor” he needed, his combat gear fitting on a tight harness that ran from shoulder to jockstrap hem.

Pax was barely aiming his zapper pistol, every dull “thwip” of light shredding one of the fuckers to sludge. He downed one each second. Yet they were getting too close, swarming him.

The tan Asian’s forearms were wrapped in black leather, holding studded steel plates. As the bugs came into melee range, Pax’ arms flexed, the mandalas of his full sleeve tattoos dancing on the bulging fibers.

He slapped the beasts aside, steel spikes slicing their boney-fleshy exoskeletons.

His com crackled on his harness strap. “Pax, what the fist is happening?” Bautista’s voice said. “Do I need to come out and save your mancunt?”

Pax pulled the rebreather bandana over his nose and pressed it on so it stuck to his skin. He tossed his last killing shell between his heavy boots.

Smoke rose fast enough to disorient Pax but he made it away under the thumping sound of drowsy, dying Weevils falling.

He reached for his com. “Right behind’cha, sir.”

The boring platform was the size of a football field, hexagonal lead tiles preventing burrowing bugs from popping up. The man-high drill in the center had gone silent.

The place was surrounded by auto-zapper turrets, faintly clicking as they detected Pax passing in front of them and safety-locked.

Bautista was aiming his arm-long zapper rifle at the forest. Seeing the gunner arrive, the commander put it behind him where it clicked into his bandolier.

Both men were on the Brute-Juice for as much size and strength as was safely achievable. With an “upper class” background, Bautista’s body was trained more for aesthetic than power, where it was the other way for Pax.

Bautista, too, glistened with bug repellant under the clearing’s sun, his armor consisting only of spiked shin guards leaning into sandals and a pauldron all the way down the right biceps.

His mohawk was a bushel of deep purple, where Pax kept his mohawk cropped and natural black. Team leader Bautista didn’t wear a combat jockstrap. His overly thick eight incher and the rest of his package were tied to his right thigh by a purple bandana, like the one around his neck.

He had only a few tattoos, most prominently the splayed scarab on his forehead and four rings around his right forearm. His skin was an even brown from a mix of middle eastern and latin heritage.

The gunner met his commander by the drill. They clapped their hands together and bumped pecs. The purple-clad schlong bumped against Pax’ minuscule jockstrap bulge.

“Got swarmed, sir,” Pax said, “faster than a cumshot, tryna face rape me all at once. Confirms there’s too fistin’ many.”

“Shoulda called for backup, boy,” Bautista said. “Lone heroes bite it first.”

Pax’ narrow Asian eyes squinted further as he grinned. “I know, I know. Kinda sucked a fist there. I’ve learned my lesson, sir.” He saluted.

Bautista rolled his eyes. “Doc Wolfram has all the data he needs from this station. Drove off already.” He slapped the silent drill. “Let’s bail.”

“Yessir.”

They marched toward the auto-zapper line. The leader spoke into the com. “Sexy Scarab, we’re coming out. More bugs than expected.”

“Ferryn here, sir,” said a scratchy voice. “We have some fucky readings heading our way. D’you request Solstice?”

“Not pissing myself yet,” the commander said. “Keep him ready.”

The buzz of Weevils rose as they advanced into the forest, but that wasn’t the real danger. Pax kept his eyes and zapper aimed at the ground, in case anything dug up to drag him down.

“Roach,” Bautista yelled, his rifle awkward to handle in the thicket.

Three tall figures barreled toward them, human features — faces, skin and limbs — bloated and distorted. Some were more insectoid than others — segmented eyes, antennae, stingers — but all were clicking with pseudo-chitin membranes.

The middle one fell under combined zapper fire, yellow and green goo squirting everywhere.

Pax balled his fists and tossed himself at the left one, smashing and ripping with his forearm spikes. Bautista rammed his pauldron into the other. In the tangle of limbs, Pax got his zapper’s mecidiyekoy escort serrated blade out and sliced with the gun. Bug bones crunched under their mass.

Following their training, the men rolled *over* the Roaches instead of getting caught in the limb tangle and jogged onward, zapping behind them.

#

Finally breaking out of the forest and into the wide open tundra, Pax and his boss clasped hands and bumped pecs together.

“Fuck yeah!”

They were awaited by a swollen mass of black metal, the size and rough shape of a cabin. Resting on tank tracks, the Sexy Scarab battel wagon was a cluster fuck of spikes, pipes and blades, blue spray paint indicating what Ferryn considered important, gold paint what Bautista thought looked fucking good.

A few auto zapper turrets clicked locked as the duo approached. The slow, deep thumps of Neo-grunge Dark-cosmos Punk-core blasted across the dry grass.

Two men were present but distracted.

Their grenadier Solstice — a black men, squat but massive — was crouching and had his fist buried halfway down the forearm in the ass of a pale, lean teen. Lube oozed from beneath the fist-bottom’s tiny, beige jockstrap.

The bottom looked like he was fighting for his life, face a grimace, body quivering, as he forced himself deeper with superhuman effort, every fiber tense. The only hair on him were dark blond eyebrows. A black mohawk strip was tattooed onto his head.

Solstice noticed the approach. His smile was uncanny thanks to the white skull tattooed fully over his face. Like Pax, he wore a red bandana, a spare one hanging over his nearly flat tactical jockstrap as a loincloth. He had huge shoulder pads, like a football player’s chest gear.

Solstice nodded at them. “Welcome home, sir. You’ve met Axil?”

“One… sec,” Axil huffed, spasming with every muscle flexed. “Assgasming…”

“Doc Wolfram’s a’ready fisted off?” Bautista asked. “And left his nephew bitchboy with us, huh?”

The massive black man with the skull painted on his face nodded. “On the way to Gamma-Yankee. Thinks the bugs here prove he’s on the right track. Needed his triangulation data right the fist now.”

“Woulda liked to hear the mancunt *ask*,” Bautista mumbled. “At least we getta use the kid.”

Axil grunt-screamed with his back arched so hard it had to hurt. He’d pushed up his jockstrap to let the tip of his dicklet hang out, barley more than the PA ring visible, and pissed like a hose.

“We prolly need him more,” Pax said. “If he’s any good.”

“If not we’ll toss him to the Roaches, ha.”

Axil wore a control-collar, leather cushioned black metal around his neck. If his unnaturally blue eyes hadn’t been enough, the collar marked him as a “psycho” while suppressing his meta-mental abilities enough to let him safely be around people.

Solstice slowly pulled out and Axil wobbled on weak knees, biting his lower lip.

The black grenadier rose. “You good, boy?”

“F-fuck, yeah thanks. Haven’t assgasmed in days, dude.” Axil turned to the commander, his expression serious. “Sir, I like to think my uncle has trained me well, sir. I’m really fistin’ capable.”

Bautista pulled the teen into a pec-on-pec hug. “It’s all good. I was just fucking with you. Do you suck?”

Axil’s eyes went to the man’s package in the purple bandana. “Oh, you’re freedicking. Yeah I’m up for a suck, dude, uh, *sir*.”

It was hardly a secret that a man rich enough to have a private battle wagon had probably also bought his rare status as a permanent emergency sperm donor — a freedicker.

Bautista patted Axil’s mohawk tattoo in passing.

Pax and Axil lightly slapped each other’s crotches, feeling balls and PA rings through the flexible cups. Their cocks were tiny, made small by a process similar to what had made the commander’s soft freedick huge. Those PA rings were the only externally visible part of the inner tube from tip to root that kept their dicks minimally sensate. Chastity cages without the cage part.

“Hey, bitch,” Pax said with a nod.

“Yo, dude.”

They’d briefly met when Pax had dropped off Doc Wolfram’s datastick at the drill.

“Where’s Ferryn?” Bautista asked. “That mancunt was s’pposed to keep lookout.”

“I *am*,” Ferryn’s voice came from atop the Sexy Scarab. He appeared from behind the ammo dome of the mass driver double turret, on his knees, dragging the fuck machine behind him so he’d keep getting fucked.

Ferryn was short, barely up to Pax’ nipples. While every gram on his narrow body was muscle, he was allergic to the most common Juice and barely bothering with lesser versions. You could have called him “twink” if you wanted a kick to the guts, or “toothpick” if you wanted to risk an eye.

The engineer-slash-sniper was Asian like Pax but pale as the moon. His undercut was a stark fake blond. He wore a blue rebreather bandana on each wrist, matching his blue sandals, but around his neck was instead a rebreather muzzle painted as a cute penguin, pink like his jockstrap. His chest sisli escort belt was more tools than weapons.

“You holebrain call that looking out?” the commander asked.

“I had dibs,” Ferryn said.

“He had dibs,” broad, black beefcake Solstice said, overly serious. He was bending over. Axil had used the Sexy Scarab’s lube dispenser and his arm was dripping with goo.

Solstice grunted, biting his lips as Axil entered him. At the same time Ferryn was making the warbling squeals he always made when he assgasmed — even if he kept denying how girly they sounded.

Bautista shook his head with a fond smirk and hopped into the Scarab’s side hatch.

Pax walked around the fisting couple. He got to see Axil’s back, where “psycho” was tattooed in huge letters. He traced the teen’s spine with his fingertips until he met the still slick hole, waited for a veto and dove in.

He let his unclasped forearm wraps dangle from his elbow as he kept entering, Axil’s body flexing from the resurging after-assgasms as he kept pumping into Solstice.

“Get out much, boy?” Pax asked.

“Nah,” Axil said. “First time this far into the zones. I was a fucking idiot and didn’t bring ‘nough anal entertainment.”

“It’s not about *what* ya bring,” Pax said and slid in further, “but who, hehe.”

Axil was struggling to speak as he got wrecked. His voice turned coarse as he cried full-bodied. “Aaaawwww fuck, aw fuck, aw yeah, aw fuck.”

Solstice humped backward, his hands gripping the top’s elbow to keep him inside. Solstice’s glutes trembled. “Hnnng, right there, boy… that’s… hgnnnnn fuck!”

The grenadier pulled his jockstrap aside, clutching the red loincloth to his abs, and sprayed piss wildly from his PA ring as his back muscles flexed into a rapid assgasm rhythm.

“So where ya from?” Pax asked. “Not a zoner, are ya? Living with Doc Wolfram?”

Axil was in a blissful state, his breath normalizing as the pleasure waves turned constant. “I’m from Shelter, originally, but when I turned out psycho I went for training to Haven. Famous uncle n’all that.”

“Hey, *we’re* from Haven,” Solstice said and turned his skull face around. “What metro? Reach? Harvest? Just don’t say Peak and don’t tell the boss I said that, haha.”

“Inner Bay,” the teen said and convulsed with renewed spasms. “Ugh, fist me harder, bro.”

“Yeah baby,” Pax said, “feel my fist power.”

“I…” Axil forced out, “Fuck, I really feel something.”

“Yeah!”

“N-no, I mean- Bugs!” The light on his c-collar went on.

“Psycho got it right,” Bautista said, half-stepping out of the side hatch. “The pings were walking up’n’down the perimeter. Now they’re heading straight for our holes. Get in.”

“It’s hybrids, sir,” Axil said. “I hear’em mumbling.”

“Dragon?” Bautista asked.

“Nope, sir. No Dragonflies near. Bugs’re acting on standing orders.”

Pax pulled out and so did Axil. Solstice was left assgasming in place. The grenadier trembled with eyes wide, forcing his stiff legs forward as he swayed with pleasure. The teen recovered faster, following the gunner even as his thighs continued to quiver.

Pax showed Axil how to disassemble the auto zappers and slotted them into one of the battel wagon’s bladed exterior hatches, marked with a gold checker pattern.

The buzzing sound rose quickly.

They were called “Hornets”. Human-bug hybrids with wings, some able to hold sharpened sticks, some with vine-like tentacles. They made it over the tree line.

Ferryn had climbed into an open cage at the side of the Sexy Scarab and activated the Q-energy pulsers. “Eat my ass, bugs!”

Purple bolts rammed into the Hornets, their bright impact shredding the mutants instantly. The battle wagon swayed lightly from recoil.

“Underground,” Axil said with urgency. “Fleas or something.”

“Get your mancunts in here,” Bautista said, retreated into the vehicle.

The most massive barrel on the Sexy Scarab swung to the side. The Ripper Mk II phaser gun beamed a blinding white ray into the forest like a solid pipe. Trees ruptured in its wake.

“That’s everything,” Pax said and closed the hull flaps. Auto zappers clicked to live. “Get in, boy.”

Thin stalks shot from the ground, needle points at their end intent on drawing blood or injecting venom. Pax walked with wide, stomping steps. Bug killer sprayed from nozzles along the Scarab, misting the air thickly along the ground. Pax pulled his rebreather bandana up and Axil was thrown a beige one by Ferry from above.

The Fleas un-burrowed more and more, their ugly bodies growing plump after the initial squeeze. Some took to the air. Pax zapped the nearest into a lightning-smoldered pulp.

The psycho climbed awkwardly into the tank-like mobile home. Pax closed the hatch door behind them.

With Solstice, Axil and Pax crammed into the space, there was barely room to move.

“Everybody in?” Bautista asked, in the driver seat.

“Almost,” Pax shouted. He punched open the top hatch – a round, transparent dome. escort taksim “Ferryn, get ya boypussy down here.”

“Busy shooting,” the engineer’s voice came in through a wall speaker.

Bautista yelled into the com on his chest belt. “I’m switching the fucker to automatic aiming. Get in now, twink.”

The Q-energy pulses became regular and less well aimed.

The small man with the pink penguin muzzle dropped through the top hatch and drew it shut, firmly gripping the compact fuck machine with a black fist bigger than Pax’ own hand mounted on it.

The interior offered little more than a crescent-shaped sofa along the back wall for all of them. Bautista was in the pilot seat in front, suspended from the ceiling with plenty of leg room.

The Sexy Scarab shook as Hornets landed on it. The sound of Flea jumping against the metal thumped through the space. Their legs slithered along the narrow, grated windows.

“Blaze coming up,” Bautista said and pressed red buttons on a console before him while pulling his purple bandana up. Some killing fog was leaking in. Hornets slid down the large titan-glass window at the front, twitching in death.

The cluster blaze launchers along the roof edges made the vehicle shake and green flames all around the Scarab brightened the interior through the front canopy and grated windows.

Squelching, scratching and cracking. The bugs dropped away as they got charred. The stench of burning mutant meat wasn’t fully combated by the rebreather bandanas.

“Th-there’s a second wave coming, sir,” Axil said. He tapped the side of his c-collar and flinched as electroshocks ripped through him, standing wide legged and moaning with his lips tightly shut.

“Time to slip away like a cumshot,” Bautista said. “Gimmi power.”

Ferryn flicked switches on a console then climbed between Pax’ quickly spread legs to reach a panel bolted underneath the sofa – a spayed-on radioactive symbol glowing in the middle – to turn a knob.

The Sexy Scarab jolted to life and Axil, stumbling over the loose fuck machine, fell on top of Pax.

As the tank tracks turned, the crew settled in, sitting so tightly together that their knees interwove. Bautista drove across the rock littered, light green and yellow hills of the zone, his playlist of Post-hypertrance Neo-voidstep thumping dark and low through the vehicle.

Axil was the last to pull his bandana down, eyes glancing around the space.

Every bit that wasn’t vital equipment or bolted down instructions was covered in pictures of naked chicks, some tasteful, most not-so-much. His eyes got stuck on the box labeled with a spay-painted cock and balls.

“Hey psycho, cock or pussy?” Ferryn asked.

“Uh, pussy,” Axil said. “I had a chick back in Haven at the academy, Adamina. More on-and-off now. And the usual fisting buddies from my superflashball team.”

“Do you like sucking freedick?”

The teen shrugged. “Wouldn’t pass it up but I was never friends with a freedicker. You?”

“Not my style. Lips only for pussy. Don’t even like real fist up my hole unless it’s mine.” Ferryn demonstrated by shoving his own fist into his still slick ass for a quick shake. “Ever got punch fucked while eating out a chick?”

Axil shook his head.

Ferryn tapped the image of a fake-red haired chick with her legs in the air. “My girl, Serafima. The perfect lady.” He pointed at another poster, nearer the pilot seat. “Isolde, Bautista’s main bitch. Don’t jizz to that pic without permission or you’re getting fisted in the brainstem.”

The psycho nodded eagerly and looked out of a grated window, seeming distracted.

The engineer busied himself stowing the fuck machine safely.

“No bugs I can sense, sir,” Axil said to the leader then lightly tapped his c-collar. “Oh fuck, gotta unload again. Hold me, bro? Don’t wanna bump my head.”

Pax threw his arm around the psycho and Axil touched his c-collar. He hadn’t used his powers much so it was only a few electroshocks racing through him, spasms making him wiggle in Pax’ lap.

“Getting tight with another guy back here,” Solstice said. He had his legs together, which was a rare sight.

Bautista leaned back. “Is the noob okay?”

Axil was done unloading, his power’s side effects neutralized. He weakly raised a thumps up with a lopsided grin, staying pressed to Pax’ pecs. “Just gettin’ used to that sweet zoner life, sir.”

“Then come here,” the commander said and patted his lap. “Give those mancunts some space. If you’re wanna be crew, you gotta earn it.”

Axil could comfortably kneel in the padded space before the seat, between Bautista’s widely spread legs. Pax couldn’t see it but the noise and motion was obvious. Axil gave his temporary boss a decent suck job.

Pax squinted at the monitors at the front. Crossing into Juliet-Beta was going to take an hour — and if Axil had the oral stamina so would the suck job. The driver switched his playlist to Hyper-aggressive Omega-violence Post-rapebeats, his hand on the teen’s bald head, the other staying on the joystick.

The remaining crew raided the box marked with cock and balls.

Solstice ran a purple fantasy-dragon’s dick under the lube dispenser and worked it into his hole, making it to where the shaft turned as thick as his calves.

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“Boy, look what you done to your mama!” While Mama stood there sobbing, Daddy stomped towards me and grabbed a fistful of my shirt, yanking me towards him. “You and me gonna go spend some time in the shed,” he spat in my face.

But, I wasn’t a little boy anymore. I twisted his hand away and stood my ground, but my feet struggled not to run.

“Daddy, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m quite a bit bigger than you now and I ain’t going to the woodshed ever again.” I put my palm on his chest and gave him a decent shove back a foot or two.

“Boy, I don’t know who you think you’re talkin’ to!” he growled, yanking me again, jerking me within an inch from his face.

I grabbed his wrists twisting in my shirt again. “You better stop, Daddy, before I hurt more than your stubborn pride!”

I’d never seen his face scrunch up in rage like that before, but I was determined to stand up to him. Using both hands and my shoulder, I shoved him back, and then things quickly spun out of control. We knocked over a chair pushing and shoving and Mama ran to us screaming, “Stop! Stop, you two!”

Neither of us wanted to hurt her and managed to pull back, huffing and puffing. I stood there looking back and forth between them, shaking my head in frustration. I had lived my whole life with them, but now…

Daddy threatened me through gritted teeth. “No boy of mine’s gonna…”

He couldn’t even finish saying it and looked away from me in disgust.

“Oh dear Lord, where did we go wrong?” Mama clasped her hands, wringing them together in sorrow. She stared up at the kitchen ceiling (where God apparently lived) and sobbed uncontrollably. Then, she looked at me with true pain in her eyes. “Nathan, it’s just not right. The Bible–“

I finished her sentence. “The Bible says not to judge, Mama. God lovesall his children.”

Mama fixated on the ceiling again, praying out loud for the Lord to save my soul. Not a lot of things had hurt me like that did.

With tears clouding my eyes, I said, “Mama, if you wanna talk to God, well, he’s right here beside me, so no use you looking up right now.”

Daddy took a step forward making a fist. “Boy–“

I blocked him with a chair. “Y’all aren’t listening!” I pushed past Daddy and turned at the door to make them a promise. “I’m not coming back until y’all accept me — all of me!”

With a heavy heart, I let the door to everything I had known slam shut behind me.

xxXxx

That summed up my parents. Mama thought God was the answer; Daddy thought it was a whoopin’ in the woodshed.

After my fight with Mama and Daddy, I climbed up into my Ford pickup and started driving with nowhere in mind. The good thing about the country is there are plenty of back roads to drive and think. No stoplights out here to interrupt my thoughts. Before I knew it, I had driven miles from home. I finally pulled off to the side of the road, overlooking a pond. Jesus, how did things get to this?

I thought back to my childhood. Being raised on a farm was great. Smiling through my tears now, I remembered loving taking care of the animals, riding the tractor with Daddy, having a field to run free. Me and some other farm kids spent our summers frog gigging, fishing, and climbing trees. I never thought about life any other way. Most families went to the Baptist Church down the road on Sundays. I loved church cause it meant no farm work that day. When the weather was nice, our church had lots of picnics and games. Yeah, I enjoyed my childhood on the farm. Of that I was sure.

Everything was fine until it was time to go to high school. In ways I could never have predicted, my eyes were opened to the rest of the world — and I wanted to know more.

As a small farming community, we didn’t have a high school, so I attended the school in the city. Boy, did I feel like a fish outta water. Just a handful of us farm kids were new students, as most of the other city kids had come up the ranks together. Luckily, I found football and that secured me a place in the school. Turned out, I was a natural. Raised on farm chores like bailing hay, shoveling manure, and such had made me strong — strong like I mowed over other guys on the football field without too much effort. After a few practices, Coach plucked me out of the Freshman team for Varsity backup nose guard.

Things went pretty well until my junior year. After some sleepovers with other kids, I learned about this whole other world outside of the farm. I hadn’t watched much television as a kid. Up before dawn doing chores, school, chores after school, dinner, then to bed early had been my life. Television, particularly cable, educated me on many things. The appeal of the farm was going out the window, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a farmer like Daddy.

Then, there came girls. And I had no interest in them. None. We were friends, but I had no urge to kiss them. I didn’t think much about it until I saw my first sex scenes on cable tv at a friend’s house. He was drooling over the girl and I couldn’t şişli escort rip my eyeballs from the guy. It was then I knew I was different. And I didn’t know a lot of things about life, but I knew it wasn’t alright to most people for me to like guys. Somehow though, I hoped Mama and Daddy loved me enough it wouldn’t matter.

It was hard keeping that secret, so one day, I decided to test the waters with Mama. Looking back, I think I was pretty clever in my approach. I figured Mama would get the words confused, and wanted to see her reaction. But, I had an out, if it didn’t go over well.

I walked into the kitchen where Mama was busy cooking and took a seat at the table. “Mama, I kinda need to talk to you.” My serious tone caught her attention. I purposely stalled, frowning, like I had really bad news.

“What is it?” Her eyes widened as panic set it. “You in trouble? Get some girl in trouble? I told you girls–“

“Mama! No! Nobody’s in trouble. Just listen, okay?”

She sucked in a loud breath and stopped stirring in her pot. Her knuckles turned white clasping the cross always hanging around her neck. “I’m listening.”

“I… well… I… I’m a homo sapien.”

Without missing a beat, she shrieked, “Nooooo! Oh my sweet Jesus, no!”

“I am, Mama.”

“But… but… you play football!” Her head shook back and forth in distress.

Daddy turned the corner, looked at Mama’s commotion, and grumbled at us. “What’s all this hollering about, Carol?”

“He’s… he’s…” She pointed her finger at me. “A homo sapien!”

I looked at Daddy and smirked. “I don’t know why she’s so upset about that, Daddy.”

“Carol! A homo sapien is a human being!”

Mama shook her head in confusion. “You mean… you mean… you aren’t you know…?”

I laughed, but carefully avoided directly answering her. “As I said, Mama, I’m a homo sapien.”

Daddy slapped me hard upside my head, “Boy, why you go confusing your Mama like that? That ain’t funny.”

I smiled, “Sorry, Mama, just teasin’ with ya.”

Mama said a quick, “Thank you, Lord,” while Daddy shot me a warning look. “We better not have any queers in this house!”

And with that threat, I got up from the table and headed outside to mow. It was a successful test, showing me I can’t ever — and I mean ever — tell my parents I am gay.

So, I carried on the rest of the year trying my best to pretend I wasn’t gay. It worked for a while.

My senior year, my feelings towards other guys came roaring back during football season. Maybe it was all the naked, sweaty bodies in the locker room or maybe it was all the touching and tackling on the field. Not sure. But, I knew I couldn’t be gay at my school. Worrying constantly about hiding my feelings made me miserable. Ever try to crawl outta your own skin? You can’t… and it sucks.

After Christmas break, football spring training started. Some seniors always helped the younger classes. I was one who volunteered. Surprisingly, Coach brought in a real conditioning coach this year. He thought our stamina wasn’t what it should have been last season. As soon as I saw him, I knew I was in trouble. Michael was his name and he was hot! I could tell he was older which drew me to him even more.

Things went south from the get-go. I couldn’t make eye contact with him. I was so self-conscious, fearing others knew I was turned on by him. It grated on my nerves and I reached my breaking point the second week of training.

“Hey, Nate, you coming?” Scott called over his shoulder.

“Nah, y’all go ahead. I’m gonna catch a shower before I head out.”

“Okay. See ya tomorrow.”

He was the last to leave and I was relieved to finally be alone. I took my sweaty clothes off and headed for the shower, hoping to get him outta my head. A shaky hand turned on the faucet. Dang, what’s wrong with me? My stomach was churning. Pictures of him squatting, lifting, muscles bulging wouldn’t leave my mind no matter how hard I tried to think of something else. Facing the water stream, I dunked my head under, trying to wash away the thoughts. But, they stayed there — firmly rooted in my brain.

“Dang it!” I punched the wall until my knuckles were screaming and then the tears came. Standing in the water sobbing like a baby, I felt shame. What would Daddy do if he could see his boy now? I’ll tell ya what he’d do… he’d beat my ass for acting like a sissy. “Boys don’t cry!” he’d yelled a million times.

“Nate …”

My head snapped around to see Michael standing there naked, holding a towel. Oh, Jesus! I turned off the water, but couldn’t turn back around. I heard his feet padding on the wet tiled floor, coming up behind me. No way I could turn around. Then, I felt his hand on my wet shoulder.

“You okay, Nate?”

Without turning, I whispered into the wall, unable to stop crying. “No. Nothin’ is okay.”

He turned me by my shoulder and without a word pulled me against him. Like a lil kid, I buried my face in his neck and sobbed kagithane escort and sobbed and sobbed some more. My whole body was shaking.

One of his hands cupped the back of my head and he whispered in my ear, “It is going to be okay, Nate. Just talk to me.” He hugged me tighter. “You can talk to me.”

My arms had been stiff by my sides but now rose to wrap around him. I’m not sure how long we stood like this, naked, hugging. Finally, it seemed I had gotten it all out of my system and I pulled away from him. His kind eyes met mine.

“You won’t understand,” I said, shaking my head.

“Are you gay?”

Fuck! I didn’t usually cuss, but my head was filled with nothing but cuss words at this moment. I kept my head down and couldn’t answer.

“Nate, look at me.” After I forced my eyes back up he continued, “Are you gay?”

“Someone might come in.” I was suddenly very afraid of one of the guys catching me like this with Michael.

“I didn’t know anyone was still in here, so I locked the door to shower in peace. No one is coming in here.”

“So, what? Is it that obvious? Does everyone think I’m gay?”

“I doubt it, Nate. Probably only me… because I’m gay too.”

I felt surprised then relieved. Enormous relief. Relief as big as a monster truck. This guy I had been spurting over in my dreams for the last week was gay too.

“So, no one knows you’re gay?” Michael asked even though I think he already knew the answer.

“Nope. I’m still alive aren’t I?”

He glanced down at my cock that had hardened while we were talking. “Yes, from the looks of it you are very much still alive.”

I laughed and he pulled me against him for another quick hug. That was the first moment I felt a hard dick rub my own. And it felt incredible!

“Let me guess, Nate. Your parents wouldn’t approve.”

“Well, Mama would hire an exorcist to rid me of the devil and Daddy would try to beat the gayness out of me. Does that answer your question?”

He frowned. “That’s awful, Nate. Really awful.” Taking a step closer to me again, he asked, “Are you ashamed of being gay?”

What a question. Wasn’t everyone? That’s what I was taught anyway. I just answered, “Kinda.”

“Hmmm. Well, I’m not one who thinks anyone should be ashamed of who they like or love. I can only imagine what torture you’ve been putting yourself through trying to hide it.”

“You have no idea.”

We stood there, me naked, him in his towel around his waist, for what seemed like forever. I certainly didn’t know what to say. He was eyeing me pretty hard. I guess he was trying to figure out what to say next. At least I had stopped crying like a baby.

“Hey, so, what are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing.” That casual question wasn’t really expected.

“Why don’t you come over to my apartment and we can hang out, pick up a pizza, watch a movie, talk. What do you say?”

“I say… what time and I’m there.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, giving me actual goosebumps. Silly, I know, but it was true.

“Great! Now you finish your shower and I’ll take mine and then you can follow me to my place.”

I felt a little nervous and I guess he could tell so he reached around and turned my shower back on and then turned on the showerhead next to mine. I couldn’t help but look down as his cock now sticking straight out. All I had to do was reach out and I could have touched it, but I didn’t.

Apparently, he noticed. “You can look, Nate. Because I will be looking right back,” he said then dipped his head into the water stream.

Smiling, I grabbed my soap and continued my shower. We both ended up sudsing our cocks at the same time and it was one of the most intense moments of my life. I couldn’t stop staring at his hand stroking his cock and wishing it was mine he was stroking. Don’t know if he was staring at my cock or not, but I hoped he was.

“You excited, Nate?” he asked without looking at me.

“Yeah, I’m pretty excited,” I answered without looking at him.

“Want to try something with me?”

“Ummm…” I wasn’t sure what he was about to suggest and looked over at him this time.

“Not sex. Well, not penetration anyway.” He reached out and pulled me to himby my cock! His hands reached around and pulled me tighter against him till our cocks rubbed. Oh my word, never felt anything like this before. I didn’t know what to do with my hands but finally rested them on his shoulders. Looking down was a sight I wouldn’t soon forget. His cock was just a little bit longer than mine, but mine was fatter. Dark curly hair circled his cock base, while my hair was lighter. His hands double fisting our cocks, rubbing them together was unreal!

Dang, his hands felt good, especially when he pushed our heads together, slapped his cock against mine. Then he did something even I ain’t never done. One of his hands reached further down and cupped my balls. Not hard, just gentle-like. Anything prior that touched my balls had ended with me on my knees talking besiktas escort in a high voice, but this was a very different thing.

Our mouths were inches from each other but we didn’t kiss.

“Feel good, Nate?” he panted.

“Yeah, really good.”

I tried to hold his eye contact but kept breaking to watch what he was doing to our cocks. Without thought, I found myself thrusting against him, trying to rub our cocks harder, faster. We were both hard as rocks now and dripping from our heads. He reached for my hand and guided it down to our cocks. I will never forget what it felt like to feel his heat and hardness for the first time. Wrapping my hand around his cock, I fully explored him. Stroking that bulging vein and palming his head. But, I needed my cock on his again. His hand joined mine and together we resumed rubbing our lengths together. The shower mostly drowned out our groaning, but not quite. Thoughts flew from my head and there were just our cocks massaging each other, hands squeezing, then…

“Michael! I’m… I’m gonna–“

Michael pointed my cock at his stomach just in time for me to shoot. Oh, Jesus! He stroked me from base to tip until I had emptied myself. Looking down, I couldn’t believe the mess I’d made. My cum covered his belly up to his chest.

As I was struggling to come back down to Earth and comprehend what had just happened, he pointed his cock towards himself, and his cum mixed with mine. He grunted too, seemingly feeling good, even if my grunts had been considerably louder. Jesus, that felt incredible!

I didn’t know what to say. He knew I think, and moved us back underneath the water, washing his belly, then giving our cocks a quick scrub.

Say something, you idiot! I had somehow lost my tongue when I came.

He relieved the awkward silence. “Feel good, Nate?” His arms pulled me into a quick guy hug then reached around to shut off the faucets.

“Yup,” was all that came out. I looked down at our hanging dicks and it seemed like a dream — what we’d just done.

“Michael… that was… amazin’,” I finally stuttered.

“For me too, Nate,” he said, pulling me against him again.

He cupped the back of my head and laid it on his broad shoulder. Dang, he’s hot! I hugged him back.

“I never felt anything so good.”

He raised my head and looked into my eyes. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time I lay eyes on you.”

I felt my face burn hot, embarrassing, but it happened. “I never thought we’d be standing here like this.”

He smiled at me and I felt some special kind of warmth all over.

“Now let’s go to my place and talk,” he said, tossing me a towel.

xxXxx

Back to reality, I looked down, feeling my cock straining against my jeans. Those memories affected me. Every time I thought of Michael I was affected. My stomach turned flips. A rush of excitement hit me the same as every time I sacked a quarterback in football. Well, not exactly the same, but similar. All I know is I didn’t want to live without those feelings — no matter what it cost me.

Looking out at the peaceful pond settled me some, but I still struggled to get Daddy’s disgusted look outta my head. He was hard on me growing up, but I always thought he loved me and wanted to do what was best for me. It felt darn good when I heard him bragging on me to the farmhands. “Nathan’s the strongest one on the team,” he’d said. “Plows over those quarterbacks like they’re nothin’.”

Me being gay was just a part of the problem. The other part was I didn’t want to be a farmer. I guess Mamma was right to keep me home and away from the rest of the world. One can’t miss what one doesn’t know. Great-granddad, then Granddad, then Daddy had run the farm. Naturally, Daddy expected me to take over one day. At one time, I thought I would, but not anymore. Maybe my being gay would solve that problem for me. Doubtful Daddy wanted me working by his side on the farm now. “No queer better be in my home,” he had said.

I climbed down from the truck and headed for the pond. Settling down underneath a tree, I listened to the frogs’ croakin’ and watched some fish jumpin’. Sunset was coming and there wasn’t a prettier sight on the farm. I wanted to enjoy it since I didn’t know when I’d be back again.

As my eyes stared out at my surroundings, my mind drifted back to Michael and that first night in his apartment.

xxXxx

After our shower experience, we dressed and I followed Michael back to his apartment. He ordered us a pizza and when it came, we sat at his kitchen table and ate and talked. I hadn’t ever felt this comfortable with another guy. There’d always been some kind of tension inside me.

“So, I asked your coach about you, Nate.”

“You did? Why?”

“Well, you were acting so odd around me and I suspected you were gay. I have been out long enough to sense it.” He smiled and squeezed my shoulder. “You made an impression and I wanted to know your story.”

I liked his hand touching me and smiled at him. “So, what did Coach say?”

“He said you were the strongest kid on the team. And not just physically, but mentally as well. He felt he had to make his quarterback captain, but you were a better choice, always uplifting everybody when the chips were down.”

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We take a drive in the country to a place we have never gone before for the weekend. We drive deep into a wooded forest and pull up to a stone cottage.

You begin putting away the groceries and I begin lighting a fire in the den to take the chill out of the air. I take in the bags placing them in a hidden bedroom, pulling the door closed tightly behind me. You wonder perhaps what I am doing, but you know it has something to with my plans for the evening so you don’t pry.

Inside the room, I take a deep breath and begin an assessment of the room. There is a large down filled bed made of heavy black iron. There is a stone fireplace to match the one in the front room and I light a fire in here as well.

I open a bag, pull out several large candles and an incense burner lighting them both, setting them in strategic positions around the room. There is a thick, heavy rug in front of the fire place and I take several large pillows from the bed and place them on the floor near the fireplace. With these preparations made, I pick up a small bag and join you in the kitchen.

I drop the bag at the end of the counter and you look at it suspiciously. You have fixed a light meal which we share in front of the fireplace, sipping wine, talking quietly.

The scent of the incense has now filled the room with a warm musky smell, very sensual, an essence we frequently use during lovemaking. You smile at me from across the couch as you slowly begin to realize what pleasure lays ahead.

We sip our wine, kissing passionately, touching each other. I sense your eagerness and ask if you are ready to move to the bedroom and you nod your head yes. I walk to the counter to retrieve the bag, setting it down between us.

In an outside pocket there is a black blindfold which I pull out and place gently over your eyes, securing it tightly. You smile as you love this game, eagerly awaiting my next move. I move down in front of you and remove your boots and socks, my hands rubbing up your length, pulling you to a standing position in front of me.

I reach forward, releasing the fastener of your jeans, sliding the zipper slowly down. You reach down to grab your waistband to assist me and I catch your hands, kiss them and place them back at your sides. I begin sliding your jeans off your hips and down your legs kissing the soft skin as I peel your clothes aksaray escort off.

You step free of the jeans and I lay them across the couch. I pull your sweater over your head leaving you standing in front of me totally naked, beautiful and curious. I kiss my way up your body as I slowly rise to my feet. I reach for the bag and pull out a pair of metal cuffs.

You here them jingle together and feel their coolness as I snap first one cuff around your wrist and then the other. I take your face in my hands and kiss you deeply, a wicked grin appearing at the site of you blindfolded and cuffed in front of me.

I take you by the hands and lead you to the bedroom. As I open the door you can smell the incense fully now, hear wood cracking in the fireplace and feel the surrounding warmth in the room. I lay you down on the rug in front of the fire and begin applying a massage oil all over you, rubbing it deep into your skin.

It tastes of cinnamon as I take your breast into my mouth licking it softly. The heat in my mouth and breath activates the warming action of the oil and your body warms quickly. After coating the front of your body, I raise you from your soft bed and move you forward to the fire.

There is a raised stone hearth which I guide you to step up on. I raise your hands to rest on the mantle and secure them on a hook holding your hands motionless. Moving back down behind you I begin coating your back with the oil, spreading your legs slightly on the hearth.

I reach around you cupping your breasts in my hands, moving my now naked body in close behind you. I kiss your neck, nibbling you lightly, licking my way up to your ear. I whisper in your ear, telling you how beautiful and vulnerable you are standing here as my left hand slides down to cover you with my palm, feeling your warmth and growing wetness.

Your nipples slide smoothly under my fingers as they grow harder under my touch. Your body weakens for a second leaning into me for support and I hold you closer. My thumb traces small circles over the top of your clit, fingers playing lightly in your hairs, parting your lips.

With my feet, I spread your legs further apart opening you to me. I slide a finger gently inside you moving easily in the mixture of your juices and the hot oil. I feel your muscles stretch as I slide another finger inside escort bayan you, my thumb now pressing against your hard clit.

Together our hips begin to rock with the motion of my fingers as they move in and out of you. I bite your shoulder softly as my fingers stroke your nipples. Your soft moans encourage my movements, moving faster over your body. I feel your muscles grip my fingers as your first orgasm explodes inside you.

As your body begins to quiet, I remove my fingers, raising them to my mouth to taste you, sucking your juices off greedily, savoring the sweetness. Your taste on my tongue makes me eager to taste your soul and I move down to kneel between your legs on the warm hearth.

I take your left leg and drape it across my right shoulder. I whisper, “Can you feel the extra strain it puts on your right leg?” You whisper “yes”, saying it makes your knees even weaker. I kiss my way up first one thigh and then the other stopping frequently to nibble certain spots.

I take your butt in my hands and pull you forward to my eager mouth. The fingers of my right hand spread your lips as my tongue probes gently into your valleys and peaks, circling the center of your wetness. My lips brush across then come to rest on your clit which swells to meet my kiss. I suck you deeper into my mouth, keeping constant pressure on your clit, not willing to let go.

My tongue pleases you this way for several minutes, until I feel your body begin to arch in preparation for orgasm and I stop, leaving you hanging on the edge. Slowly I trace circles around you again, teasing you and you moan, begging to be released from your torture.

I laugh softly and slowly enter you with my tongue, gently at first, slowly increasing depth and speed. Your hips thrust forward to welcome my tongue, urging me deeper and deeper inside. You plead to have your hands released so I reach up and free the cuffs from their lock.

With your hands still restrained, you reach down and bury your fingers in my hair, soaked now with the heat of our passion. Sweat pours down my back, dropping to the stone where it sizzles and disappears as steam.

Your hands pull me deeper still, my face coated with your sweet juices. Your body begins to jerk like bolts of electricity are running through it, breathing now in rasps and sobbing for air. I place your leg escort back on the hearth and hold you tightly until the spasms subside.

Once your body has calmed, I take your hand and lead you over to the rug, laying you down and propping your head and shoulders with large soft pillows. I release the cuffs and offer you a drink of cool spring water as you lay back against the pillows trying to regain control of your body.

I tell you to rest for a few minutes and I remove the blindfold covering your eyes. Your eyes are aglow as you look around the room for the first time.

Your breathing is beginning to slow now, but your body is covered with sweat. I kneel down beside you, pulling an ice cube from the glass and raise it to your lips tracing your soft skin. I begin running it slowly from your lips, down your neck and across the pulse now throbbing again in your neck.

The ice begins to melt as it slides down to your collar bone, down between your breasts, across your hardened nipples and comes to rest in your belly button. I bend over your body, sucking the ice from you and crunch it between my teeth.

Smiling, you reach inside the glass pulling out another cube and place it in my mouth. I interpret this as an invitation to further explore and take the cube between my teeth and move in between your knees.

I bend my head forward, touching the ice to your most sensitive spot and you gasp with the sensation of the coldness against your heat and wetness. I take your clit in my mouth, sucking the ice cube over and around it, making your body squirm. Your hand finds my hair again, gesturing that you are enjoying this attention and my pace quickens.

I slide the ice past your lips and it disappears inside your warmth. My tongue quickly follows, probing inside for the ice, moving it slowly around inside you, melting rapidly now. Your hands reach down to give attention to your nipples as my fingers begin to stroke your clit.

The ice is gone, however my tongue continues to work inside you, reaching deep to find the source of your heat. Your muscles begin contracting around my tongue as your body tenses for an orgasm. Your lips quiver as the emotion overcomes you and your body is once again set free.

I move upward to lay on top of you, my own body releasing as I feel the spasms occurring deep inside you. Your run your nails down my back bringing tiny welts to the surface to acknowledge my pleasure, bringing chill bumps to the surface.

We kiss and lay together for a while, touching, relaxing in the closeness of our bodies as we drift off slowly into sleep.

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This story is a work of fiction developed solely by me on a cold Dutch winter night.

The sexual fantasy however, is weaved around some real incidents that happened between me and my teacher. At the time of the incident, I had just turned 18 (18 years and 3 months to be exact) while my teacher was roughly 28 years old. I hope you enjoy reading this narration and I look forward to hearing your views.

Recap: In the previous chapter, I told you about the last visit I made to my tuition teacher’s house. After chatting for a while, I was about to leave when he pulled me into a hug. The hug led to us kissing and he invited me into his bedroom where we kissed each other, he bit me several times and asked me if I would blow him.

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He sat on the bed with his legs spread wide, his manhood erect and glistening in all its glory. To start, he asked me to sit between his legs and play with his dick, balls and pubes. I held his dick in my fist and gave it a squeeze while I held his sack between my index finger and thumb and wiggled it. I suddenly realized that my face was very close to his dick- and that I could feel the heat emanating from it on my face- or was it my own hot breath reflected back to my face?

He instructed me to start by licking the shaft all around. As I started this, he took a more comfortable position, closed his eyes and started enjoying. He also told me to keep using my hands, my lips and my tongue simultaneously to increase his pleasure. I continued licking his dick along its length while I held it at the base with my left hand and used my right hand to play with his balls. After making his entire dick wet, I moved towards the head which was covered by the skin and was full of pre-cum. I kissed the skin, and licked the precum off- it tasted salty- I liked it. Now holding it in both my hands, I pushed my tongue inside the skin of his dick without really pulling it, in hopes of more juice and touched the slit. He hissed loudly, grabbed my head and asked me to pull the skin down. I could now see his bright pink and pulsating dickhead oozing more pre-cum. Unable to resist anymore, I just engulfed the gorgeous head in my mouth and squeezed it using my lips. His grip on my head tightened and with a moan, he pushed his dick deeper into my mouth. I used my hand to control his entry which prevented me from choking, but I kept going up and down on his dick in a rhythmic motion which made him moan even more.

Being a novice in this art of pleasuring a man, I soon got tired. He instructed me to take rest by licking around his organ and by using my hand to keep the stimulation going. So, I started licking his thighs, the base of his cock and around the balls while I held his dick in my fist and kept squeezing it. Sometimes I would also use my thumb to touch his dickhead and make him writhe in pleasure. I had learnt giving head pretty quickly.

Soon, I was alternating between swallowing his balls, biting lightly on his scrotum, licking his shaft and taking his dick as much as I could. He seemed to be enjoying the blowjob for his eyes were closed, his hands were caressing my hair and every now and then he would lift his ass and try to force himself a little deeper towards my throat. I was getting comfortable with this when suddenly he held my head and pushed his dick all the way in and held me there. I started gaging and thrashing and hitting him on his thighs in an attempt to break free of his grip, but to no avail. I was choking on his thick tuber and my eyes were tearing when he released me. I was panting for breath, shocked by this sudden onset of roughness but he pulled me up, hugged me tightly and started stroking my head and back to help me relax.

He asked me if I was alright, to which I didn’t reply. He said that he couldn’t control himself and that my throat was too inviting to not try a deep throat and that with a bit of practice I would master this skill as well. As he said this, he pulled my cheek lightly and kissed me again: not the gentle kiss that he was doing earlier, but a rough kiss which involved his teeth and his tongue long with his lips. Despite the roughness, I kind of liked it. After kissing him for a while, I started going down licking his hairy chest, flicking my tongue across his nipples, biting him on his belly, putting my tongue in his navel, and eventually reaching his dick. The way it was pulsating and throbbing, it appeared bursa escort as if it was waiting eagerly for the warmth and the wetness of my mouth.

Once again I resumed sucking his dick while I used my hands to play with his thighs and balls and the surrounding area. This continued for about ten minutes; I would take breaks occasionally to kiss his legs, thigs, torso or any other body part that I might have missed, often biting him hard and making him squirm. He never asked me not to bite, so I bit him quite a lot and made him moan. I should have known that I would pay for this dearly.

As I moved back towards his dick and resumed sucking him again, he put his hands back on my head and grabbed me by my hair. But instead of deepthroating me, he began mouth-fucking me with full force. I once again started gaging and making all kinds of noises. Tears were flowing out of my eyes, and saliva and what not from my mouth and nose onto his balls and down on his bed. The sounds of my gag were mixed by his moans of pleasure; and weirdly enough I could feel myself going harder at this.

He stopped in a few long seconds: he was panting and sweating; I was gasping for breath and was almost puckish. He leaned back on the wall and continued stroking my hair softly while I regained my breath. I needed my rest so I laid down with my head on his thigh, my right hand around his waist while my left rested on his other thigh. I wanted to touch his dick and play with it but I was a little afraid of what he might do next. He on the other hand continued stroking my hair with his left hand and was softly rubbing his dick on my nose and lips. As I regained my composure, I also started becoming more active and would occasionally flick my tongue across his dick, or bite his thigh or squeeze his waist with my right hand or pinch him on his thigh making him rock hard again.

This time he came down to me and started kissing me again. It was passionate and aggressive this time: because he was squeezing my butts hard, nibbling on my lips, and moving himself all over my body. I could feel this was a build up to something more and soon enough he asked if I would let him fuck me.

Of course I wanted him to fuck me. I have been dreaming about it ever since I met him a year and a half ago. But I was worried. After his assault on my throat, which was still paining, I was scared to imagine what he might do to me if he fucked me. Unsurprisingly, I said no and he was visibly disappointed. He didn’t push for it though- not immediately at least.

He continued kissing me and went down again, all the way to my dick. He sucked it a little, but soon went beyond my dick to my balls and started licking them. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and himself squatted on the floor. I was once again moaning freely while he went lower and started licking my grundle- the thin skin fold connecting the scrotum with asshole. This was a very new sensation for me- never had I experienced such a feeling. He increased the speed of licking and I had to grab the bedsheet with both my hands to hold on to something but also lift my ass up to ensure that he has complete access and that this miraculous feeling never stops. He supported my waist using both his hands and lifted me a little further and moved further down. He was rimming me now, and I let out a deep, guttural ah!

He went wilder and deeper and I was pushing my ass towards his mouth moaning all the time and he was squeezing and kneading my butt-cheeks as the tip of his tongue caressed and lubed the folds of my pink hole. My hands gripped the edge of the bed- I needed to hold on to something to balance myself as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. He bit me softly and I moaned loudly which opened my hole a little and he pushed his tongue inside giving yet another hitherto unknown sensation to me. As he pushed his tongue deeper, I lost my balance and fell back on the bed and he pushed his face deeper into my ass while my legs rested on his shoulder. I kept my hands on his head and used all my limbs to pull him deeper inside. The sensations coursing through my body were transcendental- beyond any word capable of describing it. I was gripping his hair tightly with my hands, my toes were curling, and I was moaning constantly.

As if in response to my reactions, he brought a finger close to my lubricated hole and pushed it inside my hole. I wasn’t sure what was happening in that moment altıparmak escort but I liked it and I conveyed my appreciation by moving my ass closer to him. He pulled his head back and looked into my eyes as he pushed his finger deeper inside me. This was when I realised that he was finger-fucking me. Well, I couldn’t say no now, could I? It did hurt a little but he was gentle and had lubricated me well- well enough for a finger. It did hurt a little but I could bear it, especially with that passionate smile of his showering lust all over me by kissing around my crotch.

He took out his finger, came up to me and asked if he had changed my mind about fucking, and I could just give a simple nod. He kissed me on my lips, grabbed some oil and poured it over his fingers. He pushed his left hand under me, continued kissing me while his right hand started massaging my hole with the oil, often putting one of his fingers inside. He moved down to my nipples and started ravishing them treacherously while he inserted two of his fingers into my well-oiled hole. It made me squirm, I moaned loudly but it wasn’t particularly painful. I was enjoying the sensation of something coming in and out of hole, often touching a certain spot which would make me jump or cry out loud.

He suggested that we should go into 69- I should prepare his dick, which had now gone soft while he prepares my hole. I was still lying down on my back while he climbed over me and brought his dick to my mouth. I grabbed it and started sucking it and he resumed massaging my asshole with oil and started inserting his fingers- first one, then two- and pulling them in and out. After a few minutes of this, he inserted his third finger and at the same time, pushed his dick deep into my throat. Before I realised what was happening, my arms were pinned down by his legs, my throat was full of his cock, my left leg was locked by his left hand while his right hand’s three fingers were inside my hole. The weight of his body on me essentially prevented me from moving at all and all I could do was stomp my other leg feebly. He started rotating his fingers in my ass and I started thrashing with all my might which disbalanced us and he turned us around on our side and took my now throbbing and very wet dick in his mouth and resumed rotating his fingers. I spat his dick out and moaned loudly; my eyes tearing, my toes curling, my fingers grabbing and scratching his back. I was ready for his dick now.

He got off the bed and asked me to turn around and position myself. I was on the edge of the bed: my feet were joined together and protruding out from the bed, my shins were on the bed and I was bent over such that my torso was touching my thighs which in turn were resting on my calves. He was now standing behind me, his legs spread out on either side of my feet and his knees bent so that he can reach my hole. He then bent over my back and whispered in my ear that it is going to pain a little. As he said this, he pushed his left hand between my chest and thighs so that he was grabbing my chest, applied some oil on my ass with his right hand and pushed a finger inside. I winced at this, and he asked me again if I was ready for his dick. He started nibbling my ear again, occasionally pushing his tongue inside my ears while he waited for me to reply. I said, in as bold a voice as I can muster, that I want you deep inside me. I was still worried that it might hurt, I was still concerned about what he might do if he starts fucking me, but on the other hand, I also knew that if I don’t do this now, I will regret this for the rest of my life.

In response, he kissed me on my cheeks; in fact he licked the entire left cheek and inserted two fingers rather vigorously which made me jump. He told me to keep breathing through my mouth and to try and relax my hole for it will help me enjoy the penetration. He now started squeezing my right nipple with his left hand which was already under me, kissing me along the left side of my face, tickling his beard on my shoulder and also started inserting his dick inside. I was expecting a lot more pain, but it was actually pleasureful; maybe because he had lubricated me and himself quite well or perhaps because I had been taking his fingers for several minutes now. But he kept going slowly and in no time and (to my surprise) without much pain, he was fully inside. I only realised this when he asked how it felt to have him görükle escort inside me.

He waited for a little bit, all the while caressing my chest with his left and touching my shoulder and back with his right hand while I got used to his dick inside me. He kissed on my shoulder again as he straightened up and started fucking me slowly. This is when it started hurting a little, as he pulled himself out and pushed back in. It felt as if my skin was tearing apart. As considerate as he was, I had to ask him to apply more lube, which he did. And with more lube, it was a smoother, faster and a much more enjoyable ride.

He started picking up speed- he grabbed my waist and lifted my ass up so that he didn’t need to bend his knees anymore and started fucking me faster and faster. The enjoyment was soon accompanied by a sweet pain- the pain of sudden insertion and fast withdrawal, the pain when it hit that spot, and in response my moans increased in their frequency and in their loudness.

He kept increasing his speed, so much so that the room was full of skin-on-skin slapping sounds mixed with my agonistic moans and his ecstatic sighs. At some point he dropped on my back, supporting himself with his hands placed just in front of my shoulders to prevent me from sliding ahead while I grabbed his forearms to support myself. I could feel his sweaty chest rubbing on my back, and droplets of sweat dripping on my face and on the bed around me. He paused for a bit, to regain his breath and fell next to me on the bed and pulled me on him, so that I was now lying on him. He hugged me tightly, his dick on the side and his hands softly stroking my back.

As he gained his breath, he turned me around such that I was once again below him and he was above me, but we were facing each other now. He began kissing me and this time, without any pretence, just rammed his dick inside me making me scream at the top of my voice and he started fucking me like there is no tomorrow. We were in the missionary position, he was holding my hands above my head, my legs were bent towards my chest and crossed across his back and he was kissing me all over my face. He was continuously fucking me in varying speed to prolong the act- he would slow down at times and sometimes he would just stop and gyrate his hips so that his dick would move around inside; at times he would take short strokes making me shiver and tingle while at other times he would pull out his entire dick and force it back in making me jump and scream. It felt as if his dick was the epicentre of ecstasy which with every movement was producing tides of a fire that could only be quenched by his cum.

After going on like this for a while, he broke his grip on my hands and hugged me very tightly and increased his speed considerably. I was moaning at the top of my voice and so was he; he was holding me so tightly it felt he would break my ribs; he was pushing in so roughly it felt he would tear me apart; he was roaring so loudly it felt he wanted to profess his happiness to the entire world. It pained me so much that I couldn’t help but curl my toes, grip him between my arms and legs, shout at the top of my voice and cry my heart out; and yet I could not wish for him to stop; I wanted to be suspended indefinitely in this limbo where he kept fucking, kissing and holding me and where I could find the essence of my being by losing myself into him.

Just when I felt that this must be the “nirvana” everyone talks about, he gave one mighty push and began spewing his juices right into my ass, and as he did so he gripped me even tighter (I didn’t think that was even possible) and rubbed his torso against mine. All the friction in the past few minutes made me cum almost simultaneously with him. This started a chain reaction across my body and unable to control myself, I grabbed his hair, brought his face close to mine and started kissing him on his lips which almost immediately morphed into a strong bite that left him bleeding.

In that wonderful moment, his moans were mine, his sweat was mine, his cum was mine and he himself was mine. Finally he collapsed on me- desperate to catch his breath, so tired he needed to rest. His dick slipped off of me and his cum trickled out of my ass and we continued lying together in a heap, cherishing the silent moments after the stormy hours of our carnal lust.

We got off, got dressed and went out of his bedroom to the sitting room where it all had started. As I was leaving, he pulled me into a hug which lasted about 5 seconds and we separated; I realised that I had imagined this whole elaborate sex scene in my head in those five seconds. Supremely awkward, I did not meet his eyes, mumbled a good bye and left his house. As I walked back down, I realised, I was wet in my pants.

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