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The female copper averted her eyes. Martin’s skimpy shorts revealed more than was appropriate, and my T-shirt with an “I love cock” logo emblazoned across the front was equally risque.

Scott was naked, but with his effortless charm and cheeky grin, he seemed to lack any inhibitions. He nursed his bloodied arm with a damp cloth and looked at the blushing police officers. “Aye, I reckon you’ll be wanting a statement.” He spoke in his broadest Geordie accent and flashed his all-embracing smile.

“We’ll be round later to collect a witness statement. When you all have dressed.” She replied without smiling and turned to face her colleague, who had man-handled the trucker into the back seat of the squadron car.

The events of the previous five minutes were dramatic.

As Scott, Martin and I had burst into the house, the angry man stood in the middle of the large, expansive lounge, brandishing a large hammer. Martin’s religious neighbour lay bloodied on the luxurious carpet, silent. Derek, Virginia’s husband, roared angrily and swung the weapon with his bulging right arm. “Where’s Virginia?” He yelled at the prostrate homeowner.

“Put that down,” Martin shouted. “She’s not here.”

“Fuck off, or I’ll fuck you up too.”

“I’ve got Virginia,” the nippy winger yelled from behind me. “She’s with me.”

I gulped as the murderous brute took two steps towards us, holding the weapon in his right arm.

Martin backed away, speaking calmly to pacify him to no avail as Virginia’s ex launched himself towards Scott.

Scott was fast. His footballing game is about a swiftness of thought and a lightness of feet. His nimbleness provided him with chances on the pitch, and it was key to slipping away from the door frame and into the room.

“We’ve been banging for two years, mate. Every week. Does she make you scream? Oh God, the complaints we’ve had.” He taunted the lorry driver. Scott wanted to taunt him, rile him, and anger him and smirked as he gestured to Derek.

He wanted to make this dangerous thug mad.

And he succeeded.

With a table between them, Scott continued. He pointed to his “big balls” and “pleasure stick” and grinned. The man pulled his hand back to launch his weapon, when I felt Martin’s body brush past me. Instinctively, I followed, and we grabbed hold of the hammer, yanking it from his grasp.

He turned, threw his arm out and caught Martin in his midriff with a powerful smack of his right hand. Derek never saw Scott’s motion as we grappled with him. The solid Oak table smashed over the attacker’s head and the Geordie’s fist jammed into the side of the brute’s face as he staggered towards the ground.

Scott and I had to hold him down, as Martin tied his hands using the telephone cord.

Upon which, two coppers barged into the house to see two men on the floor covered in blood, with two half-naked guys wrestling with one of them and a bare-ass Geordie cry, “Hi, it’s not what it looks like. Please arrest him.” The situation took a little explaining.

Unsurprisingly, the actions of Virginia’s ex dulled the lustre of sex in the house, and I slept cuddled up to Clare that night. Victoria even granted Martin rare bedroom privileges for his heroism. The following morning, he even had access to Victoria’s pussy for some rarer vanilla sex.

Our hosts, who had never got on with their neighbour, had a sense of guilt about the incident, so Clare and Martin went to see the man in hospital. “He’s moving,” Clare said over tea. “He is going to live in his second home in New York state for a while. Says it’s safer. It’s a gated community.”

“New York safer than Cheshire. Now that is funny!” I joked, and Martin shook his head.

“You know we took those pictures of his office. There were a couple of rows of interesting books. Lolita and more. Turns out he never allowed his wife to go in there, and he wasn’t keen on me discussing his tastes in erotic fiction with her present. So we had a nice quiet discussion man-to-man while Clare and his missus talked in the canteen,” Martin explained. “I also told him with his Wi-Fi codes, I could see every website he visited.”

“You haven’t done that. You need to set up a DNS server, and… it just doesn’t work like that,” I argued.

“Of course I haven’t. But he went very white when he thought I had seen what he had been visiting and I said that unless that he moves away and doesn’t come back, I would ascertain that it was my civic duty to share what I know with the local coppers. And the parish community. And the village newsletter.”

“Oh…”

“And the parish vicar, but I don’t think he’ll care. That sleazy twat will probably want the dodgy books. So our horrid neighbour isn’t just moving out, his is selling up,” Martin added.

“His wife didn’t say that to me,” Clare snapped.

“His wife didn’t know. He hadn’t told her.” Victoria scowled at her husband as he spoke her best friend. “Apparently, there are some marriages where the woman isn’t in complete control. I know, it’s absolute madness.” I knew Martin Escort Fikirtepe would suffer for his cheap shot at my fiancée, and later that evening Victoria unleashed hell on the unbroken flesh of her husband for daring to show “disrespect” to her friend.

The status quo, restored.

Martin’s neighbour returned home, but he said nothing to Martin and myself when we were in the driveway cleaning cars in just our thongs. Clare had three dates that week; I helped her prepare for every single one. I spent an evening with Scott and Virginia in the summerhouse, sharing a couple of bottles of wine and two large takeaway pizzas.

The Police charged Virginia’s husband, and the courts remanded him in custody, but she was still anxious about how her ex had traced her. “I suspect your phone is reporting your location to Google. If he had access to your account, then he would see your location history. Either that or it’s a tracking app,” I idly replied. “You left your device in the summerhouse one night, didn’t you and you were in the hot-tub when he attacked the neighbour. Change your password and reset your device. I’ll help you if you want.”

“You’re not seeing my phone. There are too many incriminating photographs,” she said firmly and sipped her wine.

“There can’t be anything too bad. And if Scott’s on there, I’ve seen him and had him lots. Although he’s demanded a lot less sex from me since you moved in!”

“When he is with me, he’s mine,” she said firmly. “I don’t care about what he does outside of our house, and you can have the pleasure of his cock when he’s at the summerhouse.”

“Well if ever you need a night off, please outsource your sluttery!” I suggested and she giggled.

Later that week, friends invited Martin and Victoria to an exclusive sex party in London’s Mayfair at a five-star hotel. I could tell Martin was ambivalent about going, but Victoria had fond recollections of dominating “Sir Evan” and had told her hesitant husband that she would not tolerate his reticence. The promise of “Lady Ann’s strapon” was enough to turn his unwillingness into excitement.

With Victoria and Martin away from Thursday until Monday, and the football team’s game cancelled because of a waterlogged pitch in Macclesfield, Clare and I were alone. I had planned for some couple time, and planned a trip to Chester Zoo, but my constant exchange of charged WhatsApp messages with Bobby presented another option.

He wasn’t working on Saturday, and neither was his girlfriend. Scott didn’t have a football match. I suggested we meet up in the pub and then use the hot-tub on the decking of Victoria Brathwaite’s grandiose house.

Clare had selected a short black dress with mesh panels down the side and across her bosom, that was delightfully sinful and sexy, and yet very inappropriate for the village pub. “Isn’t that a bit…” I asked, and my beau beamed at me.

“Of course. But that sexy waiter is on tonight. I’ve had dates with all five bar staff except him and I want the set.”

“Perhaps he’s gay. Or has a girlfriend.”

“You have a fiancée and it’s not stopping me. And Annabella is married, and she still went on a date with me. Says she’s straight but half-a-bottle of wine and she licked cunt like it was the best thing since a chocolate fountain.” She adjusted herself in her dress and straightened the wide mesh panel, which revealed that she was without underwear. “I have a bet on with Victoria. If I can collect the full set of waiters naked and fucked before she returns, she has to muck out the horses bare-assed, with an audience. And you know how randy the stable boys get! The sexy waiter lives with his mum on Tatton Close, and he’s not working tomorrow. So I am going to nab his attention and invite him over for an afternoon of sordid entertainment and hot-tub fucking.”

“You never stop.”

She kissed me on the lips and wrapped her hands around my flanks to cup my buttocks and squeeze them gently. “That’s why you love me,” she whispered in my ear. “The slutty dominant vixen is your sort of woman, isn’t it?”

“Of course,” I replied, and Clare slapped me on the backside.

“Now, go get ready!” I wore smart trousers and a shirt, and escorted my hyper-sexualised fiancée to the local pub-cum-restaurant. It was only a five-minute walk, and several heads turned and eyes lingered when my partner strode into the plush eatery.

Bobby’s beau, Heather, was not what I expected; the childcare worker was short and had dressed in a black dress with vampire or gothic influences. The lace arms and velvet body, combined with her dark makeup, presented an image that was a far cry from Clare’s welcoming and embracing sluttiness.

Bobby smiled as he sat down. “Find it OK?” I needlessly asked.

“Yeah. We got lost coming off the bypass, but the road signs took us back.”

“Clare, Jon,” my friend introduced. “This is my girlfriend, Heather.”

Clare embraced her warmly, and Heather’s eyes lingered on my fiancee’s dress, and she barely hid her incredulous expression. Sancaktepe escort “How do you two know each other?” Heather asked. “I forgot to ask.”

“Sorry, I met Jon as he is a friend of Piotr who moved back to Poland. We met at a social function earlier in the year.” I nodded at his deception.

Clare knew the truth. Clare knew I had met the warehouse worker as we had blown two dozen men together at a gay sauna one day; an establishment which Bobby had frequented for years. Bobby kept his cocksucking lust and sexuality a secret from his partner. This was not the first time he’d lied to her about his activities, and it would not be the last. I excused myself to go to the toilet and dropped Scott a message to remind him that Heather was not aware of Bobby’s bisexuality. After a few drinks, Scott was incredibly indiscreet.

The nippy winger and his new partner arrived a few minutes later. Virginia had selected a brightly coloured – yellow, green, blue, pink and purple – jumpsuit that was just as eye-catching as either of Heather’s or Clare’s choice of garments.

Virginia loved to be the centre of attention. “Listen, this is our treat,” Clare said as the waiter handed menus to us. “I have a nice little bonus from work, so we’ll get the meal.” She looked at me. “But if my other half wants to take a bite out of their vintage whisky collection, he can pay for that himself!”

Heather opened up a lot more after her third glass of Pinot Grigio. The food was excellent, and the six of us polished off four bottles of wine. Clare kept refilling half-full glasses, and the imbibed drink loosened tongues.

Clare toyed with the waiter. The young man dropped a spoon onto Clare’s lap, and she followed him to the bar to “get a cloth to wipe off any residue.” His eyes never left her thighs, and she subtly slipped him her phone number on a business card. “I want you tomorrow afternoon to play in our hot-tub.” He stuttered at her brazen words. “You are coming. In so many ways.” She demanded and patted him on his bum. “And don’t bring your trunks.”

“You’re too old for him,” I whispered to her, and she shook her head. “He’s only nineteen or twenty.”

“And I’m only twenty-four!”

“He’s too scared,” I muttered; Clare’s phone vibrated, and she smiled at the message.

“Ah, so sweet. He asked if I was serious. I’ve told him not to be late. That’ll be a win for Clare, and Victoria prancing naked ankle-deep in horse shit.”

We staggered back to Martin’s house in the slight drizzle and took the insulated lid from the large hot-tub on the covered decking. Steam drifted from the heated water, and Bobby was the first to strip and jump into the bubbling liquid.

“C’mon,” he called. Heather looked at him and then Scott. “It’s only a few friends,” he added while I opened the drinks cabinet to make cocktails.

Clare’s dress was a puddle on the wet decking, and my fiancée smoothly gripped the zip at the top of Heather’s dress. “I’ll help you out of it.” Before Heather could object, her garment peeled from her body and Clare knelt down in front of Bobby’s girl. “Hey, look at this lovely tattoo.”

Inked upon Heather’s left thigh was a flying unicorn that stretched to the top of her muscle. She blushed. “Ai, it’s the national animal of Scotland so I had a wee tat.”

“It’s so colourful,” Clare remarked and lifted Heather’s knickers from her body. “I thought it might go through there.”

“Oh, no!” Heather cried. “I couldn’t.”

“Yes, you could,” Clare enthused and tugged her white cotton panties to her knees. Heather squealed, but Clare pretended to not notice. “See, imagine a flock of them in the distance coming across your mons and upper thigh. Then this one in flight look it is at the head of a group. What do you think, Virginia?”

Clare’s finger traced the top of Heather’s slit and slid down her inner thigh as Scott’s girlfriend stared at Heather’s groin. “I see, yes. That would be nice. But wouldn’t you want something on your right leg too?”

If Clare had planned to use the tattoo as a way of stripping Bobby’s fiancee naked, then it had worked. Heather discarded the dress and underwear on the decking, and she slipped into the hot-tub to bury her body under the bubbling water.

The cocktails flowed. Heather’s unease with nudity disappeared and the six of us drank and chatted rudely. Within an hour, Heather knew I was a cuckold, and that Scott, Virginia, Clare and I were bisexual. Her eyes widened when Clare described her week, with all her sexual partners and adventures.

Bobby, who sat next to me, had a firm erection that I fondled under the water. “You don’t buy all your shopping from one supermarket,” she said airily. “You can get your insurance from the electric company or your gas from the Pru. So why should Jon’s meet all my needs? He’s a great fiancée and will make a great husband, but sexually, I need more than he gives. He’s not really small down there, but a girthier cock stretches nicely. Average doesn’t cut it. Mostly, I need variety and sometimes I need üsküdar escort bayan a bit of cunt.”

“Yeah,” Virginia added. “Women know what women like. They are more in tune with what turns us on. Scott’s great in the sack, but in bed girls are much, much better. Victoria is just amazing. Men can make you see stars, women can introduce new galaxies to you.”

Heather, who at the start of the night would have run at such chatter, nodded and drank more of the bright red drink. “Ah’m not sure I would find the time or energy with finding men or women every week!” She joked in her Scottish accent. “Sounds exhausting.”

“Only with the right men,” Clare joked, and the three drunken women giggled raucously. “Some guys leave you knackered!”

An hour in the hot-tub, and we moved inside to the house. Clare had, I think deliberately, left the clothes we had been wearing on a deckchair not underneath the covered decking, and the rain had soaked all of them. I got towels from the cupboard and Clare insisted on taking Heather to Victoria’s dungeon.

Her eyes widened as she stumbled into the underground lair of the vicious dominatrix. Her towel had come loose, but the Glaswegian nursery nurse hadn’t noticed or didn’t care as her gaze took in the vast array of sexual paraphernalia and furniture. “What’s that?” She asked and Clare grinned as she turned on the fucking machine.

“It’s for when naughty boys or girls need a good seeing to! This can do 300 thrusts per minute.” Heather gulped, and Clare picked up a crop. “It’s really nice to give them a bit of a smack while they are undergoing their rodgering.”

“This is… incredible. And insane.”

“Yeah,” Clare said with a grin. “Do you want a go?”

“Oh, no!”

“I can demo it on Jon or Bobby. Or Virginia. She adores the fucking machine.”

Heather squeaked. “No, it’s OK. Is that a hammock?”

“No, a sex swing. Here, let me show you!” Heather’s face of wondrous excitement turned to a concerned look. “I’ll be gentle!”

“No, I… um… couldn’t.”

“I said it was full of every sort of sex object and you didn’t really believe me, did you?”

“No,” Heather admitted and wrapped herself tightly in her white towel once more. “I thought these places only existed in dodgy films.”

“Well, they have filmed a few porn scenes down here. Victoria told me that a local director asked her if they could shoot some pornos he was making.”

“Wow!”

We settled in the lounge, in front of a crackling fire, and I passed round a set of cards. “No good playing strip poker,” Clare moaned and sat naked on the sofa on top of her towel, with her knees apart. Virginia sat naked and cross-legged on the floor, with her head resting against Scott’s bare knees.

“Do you play strip poker often?”

“Not really. It’s tame. Fuck Poker is much better.” She giggled as she shuffled the cards. “I have an idea. We could play Spanking Poker. We have three couples, so we could handcuff the boys can together. The girls play and the winner spanks or canes the loser’s partner.” Her eyes glistened as she spoke.

“Yeah, OK,” Virginia replied before Scott could say a thing. “I’d love to see Scott get a good spanking. He deserves it!” The cocky footballer gripped her shoulder, and she writhed under his touch.

Heather mewed and glared at her partner, who nodded as well. “It’s been awhile since Heather got dominant in the bedroom,” Bobby said.

“Bobby!” She cried. “You can’t say…”

“What?” He interrupted. “You know I love you taking the lead. But you don’t do it much.” Heather blushed. Clare opened a cupboard beside the sofa and pulled out a box. In which were several handcuffs, and she pointed to a stout rail that ran over the fireplace. It looked like it was part of the decoration of the 150-year-old property, but the bronze effect metal had been securely fastened to the wall. There was no way I was going to escape, even if I wanted to.

“Your fiancée is taking liberties at me,” Scott hissed at me as Clare fastened his hands to the wall.

Clare smacked him on the rump, and she whispered in his ear. “Behave, Scott. Or I will get my strapon out while you are immobile. We can see if the top can bottom.”

Bobby beamed with a wide grin, and his sexual excitement was obvious. Heather won the first hand, and Clare passed the shy Glaswegian a short, stout paddle.

Scott yelled in pain as she smashed the weapon into his exposed backside. “That really hurts,” he cried.

“Yeah, that’s the bloody point, love!” Virginia teased. “I think three times per loss.”

“There will be punishment for this,” Scott warned her, and his partner blew a cheeky raspberry at him.

She loved to tease and taunt. She lost the next two hands and both Clare and Heather had further assaults on Scott’s butt, which had turned pink from the paddling.

“If you want to play poker,” he shouted. “And don’t know how, can we please change places?”

“It’s the cards,” Virginia squealed. “I had all red cards but apparently that ain’t a thing.”

“No, it bloody ain’t,” Scott hissed and Virginia shot me a grin as I looked over my shoulder. She won the next hand with a two pair and picked up the paddle from Heather. The camgirl stood behind Bobby and then leaned over and smashed the wooden weapon into Scott’s left buttock.

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*Hello everyone. Just a quick reminder, they do not use condoms, but this is set in the early seventies, and the AIDs scare did not begin until late seventies/early eighties. I endorse condoms 100%, but in this case it wasn’t realistic. Darryl wouldn’t have put a condom on because Jared was a virgin, and Jared was too naive to ask.

This is the last chapter of Shy Jared, glad to be down to three threads! Takes a lot of stress away!

All characters are 18+*

*

Jared had always believed in God. God had always been more like a friend to him, someone to confide in, someone who had always understood him, someone who was closer to him then anyone else in the world, even Darryl.

Even when Jared knew for sure he was gay, nothing could have gotten between him and his belief. Church however, was a different story.

Never was there a building or a place that Jared despised more then the little brick church. Reverend Phillip Dean was the kind of pastor who knew how to get the congregation inspired, he was a young man with a lionlike mane of hair and a mobile mouth and thundery eyes. Several of the women who came to church hung on his every word, from the wide eyed teenagers to the stooped old women.

Phillip Dean preached of salvation in everyday life. He often preached about controversial issues, and this week, he was preaching about homosexuals.

Jared sat in the middle pew with his mother and father, and his twin brothers Robert and Frederick, more commonly referred to as Bobby and Freddy. Jared was stifled in a pale blue dress shirt and uncomfortably warm wool dress pants and his ill-fitting dress shoes. The dark blue tie was uncomfortably tight and the collar was sticky with sweat. His hair was combed down flat on one side and it felt sticky and uncomfortable with the pomade his father insisted on him putting in.

“You’re hair is getting too long, you look like a gol darn hippy. we’ll get it cut after church but for now just slick some pom’ in it so it doesn’t look like you just woke up!”

The Davis family had very strict ideas about swearing.

So Jared was uncomfortable and hot, while a handsome preacher with thunder-eyes stood on the cherrywood pulpit and told them that homosexuals were spurning God.

“Let me tell you folks something!” The Reverend rolled up the sleeves of the white robe he was sweating in, revealing tanned and hairy forearms, several women in the congregation gasped. “The worst part about this, this invasion of the good God-fearing people in America, is that these degenerates choose their lifestyle. Jim Foster of the so-called ‘Alice B Tokias movement’ is challenging the truth of the matter, and as are the Doctors and Psychologists of this nation!”

Jared had a guilty, yet pleasant fantasy of bringing the huge bible on the pulpit–it was a beautiful bible, the pages edged in real gold leaf and the outside bound in white leather–down on the Reverend’s handsome head. Bringing it down again and again to silence that steady flow of poison that leaked from his chiseled jaw and silver tongue.

“For the past fifty years or so, we have considered these Godless people as suffering from a kind of disease. And this Foster, there is not a word I can use to describe this kind of treachery to God and all else. Foster says that it is not a disease, and that people are born this way, and that there is nothing wrong with it.”

“Because I can tell you what it is! There have been countless studies that prove that Homosexuals can be CURED! Not of a disease of the flesh, but a malady of the SPIRIT! There are treatments that have been founded not by some upstart DOCTOR in a LAB, but by the good Ministers and people of the CHURCH!”

Jared felt his eyes sting. The congregation was nodding and agreeing (many of the women were agreeing fervently, or as the good Reverend might say, FERVENTLY) the pleasant and cheerful faces of many of the people who had known him since he was a child were grotesque with belief. If any of these people learned who he really was at this exact moment, they would tear him apart.

—

After church, the adults stayed in the cool shady outdoors to discuss the sermon, while the youth, ages twelve through eighteen, discussed inside, and those younger stayed in another room to color pictures of Noah’s ark and Jonah getting swallowed by the big fish.

Jared could go to the adult discussion if he wanted to, but considering what had been said during the day’s sermon, that would be a bad idea. So he was sourly disappointed when Owen Pedanski, the sweaty, balding youth leader, decided to bring it up for the youth meeting.

Jared pretended to be bored. “I thought we were supposed to discuss Exodus today?”

Owen shrugged. “Glad to see you showing some interest Jared, but Exodus is a big chapter and I think we can wait until next week to do a more in-depth analysis. For now I think we need to discuss homosexuality. Now I know that you are all uncomfortable with this, and I am too, but we honestly need to just learn Fikirtepe escort bayan what it is in order to know what God feels about it.”

For once the other teens were dead silent. Normally there were jokes and discussion, but now they were listening with grotesque intensity.

“Now the first chapter in the Bible that discusses this…issue…is in the book of Leviticus, where all of God’s rules are being listed, and God states very clearly that ‘If a man lies with another man as he would a woman, then they shall be stoned until dead’.”

Jared interrupted, he couldn’t help it.

“Isn’t Leviticus a bad chapter to take advice from?”

Suddenly all eyes were on Jared. Several of the other youth were looking at him with shocked and prissy expressions, and one girl actually gasped.

Jared had to continue. “Well it also states that if a virgin gets raped then she has to marry whoever raped her and all he has to do is pay a fine and sacrifice two castrated goats by burning them to ashes at an alter!”

Owen flushed. “That has nothing to do wi–“

“Or, if any of the women here have their period, they are unclean, and everything they touch has to be washed and anyone who touches them will be unclean till sundown.”

Shocked giggles were breaking out and Jared gained a little confidence. “Same thing if they give birth. Your wife gave birth to a beautiful baby girl a month ago Mr. Pedanski, but in Leviticus, you have to burn two goats, or if you cant afford a goat, two pigeons, and everything and everyone she touches will be unclean until sundown, and she is not allowed to enter a building of worship, and the child cant be named, for 66 days! It only would have been 33 if it was a boy…”

Jared had forgotten briefly that Mr. Pedanski could punish him.

“JARED DAVIS YOU SHUT YOUR GODDAMN TRAP AND KNEEL IN THE CORNER!!”

Uneasy laughter at that, none of the adults had ever sworn at them in church. The snickers intensified when Jared flushed and tried to walk with dignity to the corner where he would have to kneel on grains of uncooked rice until the discussion was over.

—

Of course his parents learned. Jared walked slowly to the family station wagon with his stippled sinner’s knees and waited for what he dreaded most of all. His family wasn’t violent, but they punished by taking away privileges. Privileges like the ‘study group’ that he stayed after school for.

Jared cringed, if he had to stay away from Darryl, he didn’t know what he was going to do.

Bobby and Freddy were both very husky ten-year-olds, while Jared was a very small eighteen-year-old. He could probably still beat them if he really had to, but he really didn’t like fighting, so he didn’t argue when they jostled him for the window seats.

Alfred Davis wasn’t that angry. He hated Owen for selling them a shitty car that had broken down after about a hundred miles, and despite trying to act stern, he was not-so-secretly happy that his son had managed to break Pedanski’s temper. Helen Davis, on the other hand was so furious that her mouth was a tight white slit and she muttered the entire way home. Neither of them spoke to Jared on the way home, punishments were reserved for the parlor.

After the church, the parlor was probably Jared’s second least favorite place to be. It was pretty, he supposed. The furniture and carpet and wall paper were in moss-green, dove-grey, and rose-pink. An antique german clock ticked away on one moss-green wall, and the other three were decorated by oil landscapes done by a distant ancestor. Helen Davis was an amateur genealogist. But the room was filled with bad associations.

The parlor was where the wake for Grampy Thomas had been held. Grampy had been Jared’s favorite relative in the whole world, a wizened old man who swore like a sailor behind his stern wife’s back and always had treats for his grandchildren, and who told fantastical stories about WWII, and storming the beach at Normandy.

The parlor is also where relatives had come to grieve for Helen when she had a miscarriage.

Whenever relatives visited, it was always in the parlor, wearing starched shirts and tight shoes and not allowed to talk but not allowed to fall asleep or even yawn or you would be in BIG TROUBLE.

As Jared sat on a rose-pink armchair, hearing that clock tick dryly on the moss-green wall and tapping his toes nervously on the dove-grey carpet, he realized that he would like nothing better then to destroy this room. Pour gasoline on the silk wallpaper and smash the clock and put his foot through the paintings and take an axe to the furniture and piss on the rug.

Helen and Alfred Davis came in. Alfred was trying to look stern, but failing to look that serious, while Helen looked as serious as a heart attack. Jared could feel light sweat becoming heavy sweat under the arms of his uncomfortable blue shirt.

The attack came as many had before. They took turns, and Jared was expected to sit there, sweating with his head Escort Sancaktepe down unless they barked at him to look at them, and with his mouth shut unless they barked at him to speak. They took turns, but he had no rest.

The parlor was the place where you were never following the rules, no matter how hard you tried.

He was near tears when the lecture was near its end. The German clock had ticked dryly and slowly, and nearly forty minutes had passed from when Jared’s parents had entered the room. He hated how his parents could make him feel, worthless and stupid and inconsequential. Like he wasn’t even their son.

“What sort of punishment do you think you deserve?”

Jared hated that question. It was a question that should have been rhetorical, but he was always expected to answer. It was a question that was pointless and stupid and made no sense to ask.

“Well? Are you going to answer me or not! Do you realize what kind of trouble you’re in!”

“I don’t know mom. I paraphrased the bible better then a crooked car salesman, and I don’t know why that’s a crime…”

“JARED HOWARD DAVIS!!!! DONT YOU DARE BACKSASS ME.!!!”

She was half drowned out by Alfred’s roar of laughter, which detracted from her outraged shriek.

—

After more argument (Jared had turned his interrogators against each other, and that helped immensely.) his punishment was harsh, but it filled him with relief.

His ten-dollar allowance was revoked for two months, a harsh blow in a world where a comic book cost a dollar and a large meal at a diner maybe five. He was given double chores, which meant he had to do laundry and the kitchen as well as his usual chores of mowing the lawn and taking out the trash and cleaning the upstairs bathroom. Bobby and Freddy were thrilled because of their lightened load.

He was forbidden from having friends over (he had to laugh at that, what friends?), and he was forbidden from watching the television.

But… when Alfred Davis mentioned Jared’s ‘study group’ after school, Helen shot that possibility out of the water before he could even finish his sentence.

“I don’t think he should keep going to the after-school calculous tutoring, I mean, he isn’t allowed to have friends at the house and he sh–“

“No Al, that’s a stupid idea, we wont deprive other children of tutoring just because our child is being fractious, that would be unchristian of us.”

They went on to bicker on weather it was feasible to deny him money for the city bus, and Jared tried not to let them see his relief. He had panicked, and then relaxed within five seconds. It was like being on a roller coaster, but at least Monday was still on.

He had to act contrite for the rest of the lecture, but it was all he could do not to burst out smiling.

—

That night, he went to the bathroom to pray. He was tired from mowing the lawn and cleaning the bathroom, but he was clean from his shower, and each of his tired muscles felt sore and clean and divine.

“Hello God. Today was a close call, wasn’t it? Kids at school might know, and of course, Henry Jenkins and his crowd might be trying to sabotage me. I’m scared, of course, but I’m just glad that I get to be with Darryl on Monday. I think I’m in love with him. I hope he’s in love with me. I know that he really cares about me, but that isn’t really the same is it? I don’t care that much in the end though, I don’t know what’s going to happen in the end, and I cant control it anyway, so I’m just gonna hope that things work out okay. Maybe put Henry in a cast, do me a little favor. Thanks, and goodnight. Amen.”

Then Jared masturbated into the toilet, remembering the sensation of Darryl’s tongue and fingers in his asshole, and imagining the feeling that he would feel when Darryl used his big fat cock instead of just his fingers. Then he brushed his teeth and went to bed.

—

It was impossible to concentrate on schoolwork, and it was even hard to give Henry Jenkins and his friends any real thought. Jared avoided them, and was careful to duck out of their way, but they almost didn’t seem important. Nothing seemed important, except Darryl.

Jared got out of class a little early. The Advanced Calculus teacher, Mr. Williams, trusted Jared completely and let him out early when Jared asked politely. He didn’t even require a real excuse. Jared just asked politely if he could leave class a little early, and Mr. Williams agreed immediately.

Jared didn’t want any trouble whatsoever from Henry Jenkins or his friends today. Today was just too important.

—

Jared opened the door to Darryl’s flat, and as soon as the rush of dry warm air hit him, he felt a tangible sense of relief. He smiled and closed the door behind him, he was home.

He went to the bathroom to pee and look at himself in the small square mirror that had been hung over a nail with a loop of twine. He saw the thin excited face of a boy who was a virgin, and would soon no longer be a virgin. He üsküdar escort touched the corner of his eye, where the very last yellow remains of the black eye lingered, and he touched his neck, where the first hickey had been.

He loved the hickeys that Darryl left on his body, but after the first one he had warned the older man not to leave them on his neck. Darryl still left those red marks on his chest and underarms and inner thighs. The marks were tender, and made Jared gasp and whimper just by touching them.

The bell rang. Jared went out into the main room of the flat and started making coffee with a small grin on his face. He didn’t have an erection yet, but he had a warm liquid feeling in his crotch that told him that he would soon.

He had just finished pouring the coffee in two white mugs when the door creaked open.

He nearly jumped, but had to be careful since he was handling the coffee. Darryl was in the doorway. He stood there with a huge grin on his face and his blue coverall shirt opened to show a white undershirt underneath. Jared felt his mouth go dry at the silver curls at the neck of that shirt. He wanted to feel those wiry curls against his bare chest, against his nipples…

Darryl chuckled softly at the look of naked lust on Jared’s flushed face. “Hello Jared, do I even need to ask you if you were thinking about today over the weekend?”

Jared shook his head wordlessly and ran in to press his face against those rough curls as he hugged Darryl hard.

In a gentler, serious voice, Darryl spoke. “That’s it Jared, I really missed you over Sunday…” He chuckled. “I even came a few times at night, like a randy little teenager…”

Jared giggled against the warmth of Darryl’s chest, and then he kissed him there, nuzzling in gently. Darryl groaned softly in his throat and started pulling Jared to the bed.

“C’mon Beautiful, let’s get started.” Darryl’s breathing was hoarse and his voice was a low commanding growl. Jared shivered with the delicious waves of lust and need trembling from his body.

Darryl sat him down on the bed and pulled the shirt up over his head in a quick rough motion, and Jared gasped as the warm air touched his shivery skin. Darryl’s hands on his body were ravishing and stroking him, but with utmost gentleness, and reverence, as if he were touching something rare and precious. Jared loved how special Darryl could make him feel.

Jared lay flat on the bed as Darryl got up to take off his coverall shirt and undershirt. Jared looked up, toying with those tiny pink nipples of his, his cock a hard bulge in the faded denim of his loose bluejeans. Darryl lay on the bed next to him, and rolled onto his back.

“Come on up here Sweetheart.” He murmured. Jared stripped off his jeans and underwear, feeling breathless and frantic with his own daring, and straddled Darryl’s chest, completely naked. He could feel Darryl’s chest hair against the tender little pouch of his testes, and his cock was at right angles to his body, not fully hard, but getting there fast.

Darryl groaned deep in his chest and reached up to fondle that young perky cock. The pale foreskin withdrew to show a brilliant red tip. He reached forward and started to lick it gently, driving the sweet teenager on his chest nearly insane.

“Oh Darryl, that feels, that feels so…” Jared couldn’t seem to describe how it felt. He just clutched the slides of the older man’s head in his shaking hands and cried out and humped. Darryl soon had to intervene.

“Woah there Jared!” He kissed the boy gently, right at the tip of his hard, aching penis. “Do you want the night to be over before it even begins?”

Jared blushed at the older man’s teasing, and without any prompting he slid down and started kissing the bulge in Darryl’s coverall pants through the zipper. Darryl cradled the younger man’s head in his hands, and groaned softly. Jared teased open the zipper with his teeth and Darryl lifted his hips to slide the pants and his underwear down to his knees.

Jared whimpered with need and started sucking. He loved the way Darryl’s cock filled his mouth, loved how far he had to open his jaws, loved the ache. He felt the heat of Darryl’s semi-hard organ stretching his lips and whimpered with ecstasy. He could feel he beat of Darryl’s heart against his lips and tongue, and the older man groaned hungrily as his student licked and fondled his sensitive cock-head in a swirling motion.

Jared teased him, flicking the tip of his tongue against the little hollow under the head of his cock, and then tonguing that all the way down the the fuzzy balls. He cradled the sac in his hand and licked them gently, reverently.

He crawled up and kissed Darryl hard, moaning softly. He rested on Darryl’s naked body, feeling the hardness of his chest and stomach, and the wealth of wiry curly body hair against his thin smooth chest. He nuzzled Darryl’s cheek and whispered.

“I… I’m so horny Darryl, we have to go faster.”

Darryl growled softly. “I like the sound of that, Beautiful.”

In a lithe motion, he pushed the young man down to the bed and reached for the bottle of baby oil that still rested on the night table. Jared blushed and let out a breathless little giggle at the sight of the oil that he had brought, and the sudden rush of memories.

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– This story is set in an alternate universe from Hematoma. The vampire laws and mythos used in that work are present throughout this short story.-

When I tell people what I do for a living, I will invariably hear someone say that I have the best job in the world. “Wow, Cade! You get a free show every day! That’s awesome!” And they’re shocked when I just kinda shrug in response. But, listen… When you work as a production assistant for porn shoots, you kinda just end up jaded to the concept after a while.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s great. There’s never a shortage of work, the teams are usually tight and friendly, there’s no hotshot millionaires parading around and treating you like garbage. I was a PA for a news station before I ended up with the adult film union, and it sucked hearing all the horrible things that happened in the world day in and day out, with only tiny fluff pieces about old ladies opening bacon-centric bakeries and shit to comfort you, before you go cry in your car about climate change and politics on the way home.

But if you think you’re gonna be hanging around getting to watch girls fuck all day… I mean, you do, but the magic’s kinda lost when you see all the work that goes into making those shoots. It’s hard work for everyone involved, the stars included, and I think the novelty of getting a free show wore off after my fifth day of holding a light up to a chick’s ass so the camera guy could get a good shot. I haven’t had a boner at work since.

A PA’s job isn’t exactly glamorous, no matter what project you’re working on. I run cables, I set up lights, I fix props, I fetch crap, I started doing tech support on computer gear when no one else could troubleshoot it. In porn shoots, you just have the added task of freshening up the lube, cleaning cum spray off camera lenses, and washing dildos if you’re unlucky. But even if I can’t jerk off to professional videos anymore, knowing what goes into them, the whole industry and how it works is still pretty fascinating to me.

Like the crazy advent of Vamp porn a few years back.

See, this was back when I was working at the news station, and this was the story of the fucking year when it happened – turns out vampires are real and they’ve been living among us under the protection of an organization simply called the Society since whenever. There was a huge long thing about why and how they came to go public, and it was crazy. Prominent vampire figures came out of the woodwork to assure the general public of their safety and to explain that they weren’t really all that different from you and I, minus the… everything. Of particular interest to me was the revelation that a late-night radio DJ from my hometown back east, who joked that he was a vampire… actually was one. Go figure.

Anyway, how long do you think it took for vampires to end up as part of the porn industry?

By the time I moved careers, Vamp porn was already quickly rising in popularity. The year I got my first job, I remember “Vamp” being the most popular search term on the biggest streaming site. And sure, there were plenty of stars who pretended to be vampires in films, but they weren’t as popular as even the amateur real vamps. Nobody could compete with their unnatural beauty, their unmatchable stamina, or the unnameable allure that they had and we just… didn’t. So Vamp stars were in high demand, and the most popular of those were damn near red-carpet famous.

But I had never actually worked on set with one.

Not until the offer.

???

There are porn stars who work entirely for themselves, who negotiate their own contracts and book their own shoots, and I have to respect them for it. For the most part, though, it’s just not reasonable to expect them to handle all the details and not get taken advantage of through work agreements… So agents, like my friend Mackenzie, book jobs and go over contracts for them. Mackenzie was actually the one who helped me get my foot in the door in adult film. I always told her I owed her big for that, but in the five years I knew her, she hadn’t collected on that debt. I had no reason to suspect she was going to break that tradition one of the many times she escorted one of her stars to a set I was working on. I was rolling power cables up over one arm during cleanup when she came up for a chat, all pinned blonde hair and angular glasses looming over my hunched back.

“Hey,” I said. “Sorry I didn’t say hi earlier. You looked like you were pretty busy with -“

“Cade, hold on,” she interrupted me. “We need to talk. Remember that big favor you owe me?”

Oh, boy. I hefted the cable roll over my shoulder and went on working, knowing she’d just tail me while I did. “Why am I suddenly scared to know what you’re gonna ask?” I said. “Must be huge if you’re finally cashing in.”

“It is,” said Mackenzie. Her high heels clicked around after me while I loaded a cart with the stuff I’d organized. “I have a job for you.”

“A job? That’s it? Not much of Fikirtepe escort a favor. People need a PA, I sign up.”

“It’s a different kind of job,” she insisted.

I laughed. “What, did one of your actors back out of a contract? I mean, if you need Asian Twink, I might fit…”

“Not that either,” she snapped. “God, Cade, seriously. Can we just go get coffee and I’ll tell you about it?”

I frowned. “You can’t talk here?”

Mackenzie crossed her arms and sucked her teeth. “Do you want me to buy you coffee or not?”

I am incapable of refusing free food.

Half an hour later, Mackenzie and I were settled at a coffee place around the corner. She didn’t even complain about the price of the cold brew frap I asked for. Boy, she must have really needed that favor.

Mackenzie had drained half of her own latte before she finally broached the subject. “Do you know London?” she asked me abruptly.

I took a sip of my drink and frowned. “Like… the city? I mean, I’ve never been-“

“The Vamp Star,” she said. “London Saint-Michel? That one.”

I blinked. “Well… yeah. Everyone knows him.”

And it was true, at least for anyone in the industry… or Vamp viewers… or subscribers of popular magazines. It was impossible not to know the name. I had definitely never seen him in person, but he was really the face of the Vamp industry at the moment. Pansexual, beautiful, and well-endowed, a combination of traits that made him the ideal male Vamp star… But I was starting to remember why he was more familiar to me in particular.

“Hold on – you’re his agent, right?” I asked her.

Mackenzie didn’t seem to be all that proud of that right then. “Yes,” she sighed.

“Shit,” I said, “I forgot about that. Bet he makes you tons.”

“If he took every gig he got offered, I would have to dump every other client I have. As it is, I’m lucky he doesn’t need me to go with him to all his shoots.”

“Okay. What about him?”

Mackenzie sighed again, more heavily this time. Before she could speak, she knocked back the rest of her latte in one go. “Okay,” she said. “London needs an… assistant.”

“For real?” I fidgeted with my straw. “I mean… I’m not really any good as a secretary or that shit.”

“Not like that,” she said, her voice lowering. “More accurately, he needs a fluffer.”

The cafe’s music and chatter filled in the silence at our table. Unable to hold it in, I snorted into my hands.

“Oh, god,” I wheezed. “Oh, man… wait, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.”

“You, uh… you know fluffers are a myth, right?” I grinned. “Guys don’t get people to jack them off before shoots. Maybe they did once, but everybody just uses meds now.”

“Well, the little blue pill doesn’t work for vampires,” said Mackenzie. “Do you know how they work? Like, how they have sex? Have you seen Vamp porn?”

“Can’t say I’m an expert.”

“Well, they don’t have a pulse on their own. It’s not possible for a vampire to achieve erection by themselves.”

“You really just don’t mind just talking about this in public, do you, Kenz?”

“Meaning they have to drink human blood to get hard,” she continued, ignoring me. “So, yes… in Vamp porn, fluffers do exist.”

I stared into my near-empty frap. “Hold on,” I said slowly. “Are you asking me to fluff him? Like… letting him drink my blood. That’s what you’re asking.”

She waved a hand. “It’s completely safe. No risk.”

“That’s not really what I’m worried about. Why do you need someone specifically for that purpose? They show vamps biting their partners all the time. What, is he picky?”

“No,” she said, rolling her eyes. “His co-stars refuse to let him bite.”

“For real? But in the videos…”

“They fake it. It’s just clever camera angles and half-decent acting. Porn stars almost never get bitten on camera. But that’s why he needs someone. I’m sick of trying to finagle volunteers on set. I’m sure he’s sick of it, too.”

I looked past Mackenzie, staring out the window at the people passing by as I considered her words. Though they were few and far between, you could tell who was a vampire when it was sunny and warm like today. One girl crossing the street was wearing long sleeves and clutching a parasol tight to her shoulder.

“So what I’m offering is a job opportunity, basically,” said Mackenzie, recapturing my attention. “A good one.”

“I have a job,” I told her. But I couldn’t help but be curious. “When you say good…”

???

I really like being a PA. It’s hard as fuck, but it’s fun. That being said, I’d be lying if I said that the numbers Mackenzie quoted me weren’t a big factor in my decision.

Here’s how she sold it to me: London apparently didn’t do more than two or three shoots a month on average, so I’d be getting a bi-weekly opportunity, and I was free to do my PA thing as long as I kept those days he was filming open. Yes, I might be expected to act as Sancaktepe escort bayan his assistant in small ways on set outside of my role as his blood donor. But it didn’t sound all that much different than what I already did, minus all the labor and technical shit.

Okay. An easy job that I could do a couple times a month. What’s the pay? I asked her.

The answer was twelve hours minimum at my normal overtime rate. If the shoot doesn’t go that long, I still get paid for the whole day.

Isn’t that a little much to be paying a fluffer? I asked.

Not if it’s London Saint-Michel’s fluffer, she said.

Which was now my title.

The first gig I was expected to attend was the following week, and during that time I familiarized myself with the famed Vamp star. I liked to look into the details of upcoming jobs in general. But I’d never had a research topic as easy as London, or as daunting. It was both a boon and a bane that there was so much material on him, because on one hand I could just reach out into the ether and come back with a handful of articles and videos and interviews in which he featured. On the other, this made it really hard to pick a direction to go in, and I found myself going down less of a rabbit hole and more of a sprawling system of ant tunnels.

If nothing else, he was interesting.

I quickly learned that London wasn’t just popular in Vamp mags – he’d been featured pretty strongly in Playgirl and several gay male presses, and even had a (chaste) photoshoot in GQ. Vamp stars usually fell into some category of appeal or another: gothic, leather, and the disturbingly popular “Forever Barely Legal” among them. But London seemed to be in a class of his own, at the junction of high-fashion and rockstar.

I had seen pictures of London before, at least, but never really looked very close. Like most vampires, he was youthful, appearing somewhere in his late twenties, with perfect pale skin. I’m admittedly bisexual myself, but London wasn’t usually my type. That said, he didn’t have to be for me to see his allure. One look, and it was easy to see why he stood out among his kind. As far as I knew, vampires couldn’t dye their hair, so the white in London’s shoulder-length locks had to be natural – which was further proven to me in his nude shots when I saw that it matched the carpet. His eyes were a violently deep shade of blue. Even as a human, he must have been beautiful, because even turning couldn’t have given his face that incredible structure, the hard jawline, the high cheekbones, the soft and inviting shape of his mouth… In every spread he shot, he appeared perpetually bored and careless, and yet he seemed fully aware of how to move his body in order to bring out the best in every feature, as well as how to vary the intensity of his eyes, how to glower at the camera as if to say “You don’t deserve to fuck me, and you know it.”

And it was a good thing he was able to say so much with his body, because even in articles where he spoke with interviewers – and those were few and far between – he kept his answers incredibly short and brusque. In one article with Pink (very originally titled ‘Interview with the Vampire’, haw haw), the journalist seemed to have a particularly hard time wrestling answers out of him.

Q: The Vamp industry has been growing exponentially in the last few years. Do you feel you have to compete with newer stars?

A: No.

Q: Why do you say that?

A: Because I don’t.

A veritable fount of charisma, for sure. I couldn’t tell if he was a dick or… just shy.

That being said, he wasn’t wrong. There were other Vamp stars who emulated London’s grace, his style, his devil-may-care presence… But I never saw anyone really rise to his level. His social media presence was enormous, and yet he barely made posts revealing himself as a person, hardly followed anyone back, and never reacted or responded to any of his thousands of starving fans.

Near the tail end of my research, my curiosity eventually did lead me to watch a couple of his films, mostly because Mackenzie gave me a few for free – most were available only on subscription sites. He seemed to be willing to work with any partner, regardless of color, gender identity, or body type… But I began to notice a trend in every video, no matter what genre or setup.

However real the bite looked, the camera never stayed on London for a continuous shot when his fangs met skin. He really hadn’t ever drawn blood from a partner on screen.

???

At the end of my exploration, I still wasn’t really sure what kind of a person London was. But honestly, my best guess might have sufficed.

I showed up to the set of my first assignment an hour early so I could familiarize myself with what would be going on that day, and – since I figured it might fall under the job description – to see what London might need help with throughout the shoot. The filming was being done in one of the warehouses Escort üsküdar this particular production team used for all their movies. I was actually familiar with a lot of the people there as it was. I’d worked under the director, Craig, and seen London’s redhead co-star, Lizette Marin (stage name), at work before. It was a good start at least, being in tune with my surroundings.

I snagged a copy of the script while making my rounds and was ever so slightly amused by the project. The film itself, as it turned out, was the most cliche and boring waste of London’s ability I’d seen yet, at least in my opinion as someone who wasn’t even a fan of his. London was playing a stereotypical Dracula-type undead whose castle was invaded by a curious young woman (Lizette) who would inevitably become his prey. The set was done up like the bedroom in a creepy Transylvanian castle, complete with tattered silk and velvet bedding, fake cobwebs in the brocade drapes, and a large, awful portrait framed in gold on one of the stone walls. Judging by the white hair and blue eyes, this random aristocratic stock photo had been photoshopped to look like London (not very convincingly), then printed out and daubed with paint to make it look like an oil painting as long as no one scrutinized it very well. Apparently this was London’s character. According to the script, he was supposed to stand in the plywood coffin leaning up against the wall, then pop out at the right moment to force the hapless maiden into his bed. I was actually surprised London had agreed to this; it seemed below him. Then again, they probably didn’t have any budget left for a better set once they’d paid Lizette and London their fees. I knew what it was like to have this little to work with.

London wasn’t the first big-name porn star I’d shared a room with at work before, but the atmosphere around even the biggest was usually pretty casual.

So I was momentarily caught off-guard when London’s arrival caused a small stir.

He strode purposefully into the production area some fifteen minutes before we were scheduled to start shooting, and people either scurried out of his way or jogged alongside him to bring him up to speed before adjoining to wherever they needed to be. It wasn’t hard to see the pressure he exerted just by being there.

The photos and films hadn’t done him justice, or portrayed just how fierce and proud the air was around him. His outfit – chained ankle boots, slim ripped jeans, loose black muscle shirt, – was worn like he’d rolled out of bed in it. He sported designer sunglasses with gradient lenses, for the sun or for looks I couldn’t tell. The hair that hung over one shoulder wasn’t just platinum, but milk-white and shimmering, and half was tucked behind one ear to display the large silvery cross dangling from it. A clip-on, I knew, because vampires couldn’t retain piercings… Clip-on jewelry had gotten pretty popular since their coming-out for that exact reason. I also knew that, although the cross wouldn’t have hurt him, it would have if it was actually made of silver, and was probably stainless steel instead… White gold maybe, depending on how much he’d been willing to spend on something like that.

I ended up so lost in thought over the logistics of undead jewelry that it was several seconds before I realized that London was standing directly in front of me, staring me down through his oversized shades.

My stomach fluttered. I hadn’t expected Mackenzie to tell London how to find me. “Uh – hey!” I stammered, thrusting my hand out. “I’m Cade, it’s nice to -“

“You’re in the way,” he said tonelessly.

I blinked and looked over my shoulder. I was standing in front of a door with a paper taped to it reading “London Saint-Michel”. His dressing room. Okay, maybe he hadn’t come over to say hi after all. I sidestepped the door awkwardly. “Yeah. My bad.” When he brushed past me and opened the door, I went on in a rush. “Mackenzie sent me over to assist you today. Did she tell you?”

That made him stop. Hand still on the door, London turned his head my way, paused, then lifted his shades to let his gaze wander me from top to bottom and back again… This didn’t unnerve me much, but holy shit – when his eyes finally came back to rest on mine, I was startled by how deep the color was in person: not just blue, but nearly indigo. It didn’t matter which way you swung. The guy was a snack, full stop. Fuck, if I was him, I’d shoot porn, too.

“You’re the fluffer?” said London abruptly, snapping me out of another trailing thought.

“Uh – yeah,” I replied, hesitant. I mean, the way he said it made it sound way dirtier than Mackenzie did, though.

“And you’re wearing that?”

“Huh?” I quickly looked down at my outfit. I hadn’t worn anything crazy… Canvas sneakers and chinos, and since I’d wanted to look a tiny bit professional, I’d put on a blue polo shirt with – oh, fuck. “Y… Oh, you mean my collar? Is it, like, in the way?”

London rolled his eyes and pulled his shades off. “Whatever. I’ll manage.” He seemed about to shut himself in his room, then glanced at my hands. “Is that my copy?”

I was still holding the script. I flipped it back to the first page and held it out. “It’s, uh, Just an extra I grabbed. I can go find yours if you -“

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Ajax awoke first. He smiled and reached over to stroke the sleeping man beside him. A warmth spread throughout him and he snuggled closer to the young man. Jonah shifted slightly but remained asleep. His bright jeweled plug glinting in the darkness. Ajax felt entranced by this young man. He never wanted to let him go, in fact he wasn’t going to let him go. The boy fit so perfectly with him it that he knew forming a life around the young man would come with ease. Jonah was so perfectly submissive as well. He had taken to the role of a slave so easily. No, not slave. That was too harsh a word. He had had many slaves before, but none graced him in his bed, not the way Jonah was. He kissed the young man on his cheek, stroking his messy black hair. This was his pet, his beautiful sweet, soft, innocent pet. As he embraced the young man, he heard heavy footsteps and scuffling. He turned his head to see a black shadow walk away from the doorframe. A spark of anger ignited within him and diminished as quickly as it started. Gimp would also have to get use to this. He had shared the house with many slaves. He would have to get used to a pet and where a pet’s place was. Right beside its master. Ajax rose to his feet and went to go find Gimp.

The latex clad man sat in the kitchen staring at a half-eaten birthday cake on the table. Ajax had baked it for him, sure it was slightly overcooked, a little dry and all too sweet but it was something his master had made for him for his day. Now he was sharing his special day with some slut that was supposed to be his present. The fucker even slept in Master’s bed. Something Gimp never had the luxury of feeling. His hand hovered over the zipper of his mask, he hated crying in it.

“Gimp?”

Gimp quickly wiped away his tears and turned to his master. The man was leaning against the door, a look of pity on his face.

“I’m sorry, I know this was supposed to be a special day.” Ajax walked in and grabbed two plates and forks, handing one to his most loyal slave. He cut a piece of cake handing it to the man. “Are you mad at me?”

Gimp didn’t say anything, he just silently ate his cake. He felt Ajax grab his head and turn it to face him. It was impossible not to tear up when Master gazed at him with such soulful eyes. Ajax gave a pitiful smile.

“I know I fucked up. I promised you a fun evening with a fun slave but things took a turn. I can get you a bitch tomorrow. Rodney always gives you a fun time.”

The gimp responded by tracing his finger in the cake frosting. Ajax looked to see the word promise in the icing. Gimp reverted his stare from his master and quickly dropped to his knees seeking forgiveness. Ajax looked down to his slave then to the baked good. Shame washed over him, a promise was a promise. Any follower needs a good leader. Ajax smiled to his gimp.

“Alright Gimp. You can go fuck him. But one more time alright? He’s going to be my new pet. So I don’t want any jealous behavior… from either of you. This will take some time to get used to and it will be hard for everyone. But be the Gimp I know you are and you’ll be rewarded.”

The moment Ajax finished his sentence Gimp was heading towards the bedroom. This was going to be an interesting few weeks. His pet didn’t even have any supplies, no bed, no room, no clothes. He knew he wanted the young man to sleep in his room, but he wouldn’t be able to share his bed forever. And he knew his pet would probably want his own corner to tuck into after a long day. He smiled at the most exciting part… introducing him to the rest of the gang. He had a friend with two pups. Two big boys with big cocks, it would be a delight to watch his pet get bred by them. Fuck he hadn’t even gotten a chance to give the man a proper fucking. That would change in the morning. Ajax smiled at the prospects of his future. He followed his gimp to watch him indulge in his birthday surprise.

Jonah’s dreams blurred and changed before him. He was in the restaurant with

Ajax back on his first date. The two were smiling and relishing in each other’s company. The restaurant was empty so when Ajax threw him to the floor and ripped his pants off it was no issue. Jonah’s cock tensed with excitement. He could feel Ajax poking at him and it was so real. The moment the man entered Jonah felt himself explode. The pleasure coming from within was all-consuming, his dreams started to fade away and Jonah twitched asleep on the bed.

Ajax watched from a distance this time. He stood by the doorway watching his Gimp go to work. God what a magnificent cock he had, he was truly proud at the size and girth of his slave. The man had learned to fuck for him… well the man had learned everything for him. His new pet would have to learn some form of devotion from Gimp but he knew it wouldn’t take long. Jonah was sliding into the role so well already. He watched his two possessions closely. Gimp was already deep inside giving slow powerful thrusts. He knew how to fuck so his master would enjoy it. Slow deliberate thrusts focusing on the hips. Jonah began to stir, kicking and flinching as he began to wake up a wet mess beneath Escort Çekmeköy him. Proof of his erotic dreams.

“Ajax.” He muttered.

Jonah awoke to a warmth around him and mixture of pain and pleasure radiating throughout his body. He pushed back against the peace of meat sliding into him. Vigorously rubbing it against his prostate. He heard a squeak and felt a familiar feeling of latex. His eyes snapped open and reality washed over him. He could see Ajax staring down at him.

“HELP!”

Gimp moved quickly, pinning Jonah onto the bed holding him in place. The young man sobbed into the mattress pleading with Ajax.

“Get him off. GET HIM OFF!”

“Shh, shh.” Ajax cooed softly. He walked towards his terrified pet stroking his hair. “I had made a promise to Gimp and, in my excitement, I went back on it.”

“But you promised me he wouldn’t touch me! You said you wanted me here for you!” Jonah’s sentence broke off into hysterical sobs. Gimp glared down at Jonah, driving his hips harder. Forcing his cock inside with brutal thrusts.

Ajax sighed to himself and sat beside Jonah holding his hand. He gave a weak smile gently rubbing the scared man’s hand.

“I’m sorry my pet but I didn’t break any promise to you. I invited you here for me and that’s true. I’m just currently sharing.” A smile spread across Ajax’s face. Jonah hated to admit it, but that smile seemed to make everything better. “But I did say I’d give you my cock if you were good. Gimp, put him in doggy style, we’re going to spit roast the pet.”

Gimp moved with excitement. He flipped over the pet as he eyed his master. His cock seemed to have gotten harder as he watched his master disrobe. The pet’s eyes were also glued to master’s cock. He slapped the pet’s ass hard reassuring him of his place. Master seemed to like this one… a little too much. They had never had a pet and Gimp resented the workload. Pet’s never fed themselves, they were shit when it came to helping around the house too. Just pretty little asses waiting to be fucked. He quickened his hips feeling the pet’s bubble butt bounce against him.

Jonah was focused on the cock swaying in front of his face. It looked to be eight inches, with an impressive girth. Ajax’s heavy balls wafted a strong musk that caused Jonah’s cock to harden. He didn’t have to be told what to do, he opened his mouth and sucked on the mushroom head.

“Fuck, you got some sweet lips baby. Love watching them on my cock.” Ajax’s eyes narrowed in on the young man on his cock. He pushed his girthy member inside and felt the pet gag. “Breath through your nose and don’t be scared to spit. You’ll need to learn how to deep throat to be a good pet.”

Gimp took this as motivation. He slammed his hips forward impaling Jonah onto his master’s cock. He smiled as the young man screamed. Jonah sputtered and gagged as the entire member slid down his throat. Through teary eyes he looked up at Ajax. Fuck those blue eyes, he felt his body shiver with excitement.

“Good boy.”

Ajax’s deep voice sent Jonah over the edge. With the combination of the stimulation to his prostate and Ajax’s masculine presence Jonah’s orgasm hit hard. His entire body convulsed as he shot his come onto the bed.

“Good pet, you’re learning.” Ajax locked eyes with his Gimp. “You ready? You want to come with your master?” The gimp nodded his head with excitement.

Jonah’s eyes widened in fear, the Gimp was going to come inside him again. His sobs of fear mixed in with his gagging. Ajax groaned in pleasure as the pet’s throat tightened.

“God fucking dammit! Get ready pet, yeah get ready I’m going to come.”

Ajax’s breathing became ragged, his hand tightened around Jonah’s head. His nails leaving small marks on the young man’s face. Jonah squirmed. He was more than ready to take Ajax’s load, his stomach grumbled and he bobbed his head eagerly. The man servicing his behind was the problem. With each grunt of pleasure Ajax emitted the Gimp fucked harder. Jonah swore the man was trying to shatter his pelvis with his thrusts.

“fuck, yeah, I’m coming I’m coming.”

Jonah gagged as a thick liquid filled up his mouth. He swallowed quickly, using the man’s cock like a straw and drinking his come like it was water in desert. The enjoyment corroded as the gimp slammed into him and released. Jonah lay there as the two men dumped their loads into him. Both collapsed onto the bed panting hard. A mass of sweaty bodies on the come stained bed. Ajax nodded to the gimp. He bent down grabbed Jonah’s red plug and shoved it back up the pet’s ass. He smiled as the boy squirmed in discomfort. Begrudgingly he left the room, leaving his master to tend to his new toy.

“Wow,” Ajax breathed, “just wow.”

Jonah snuggled in close to Ajax. Pride and shame crashed over him. Ajax wrapped his arms around his pet placing a kiss on the head. Through teary eyes Jonah looked up to the dominant man holding him.

“Is he done fucking me now?” His attempt to hold in his tears only made him appear weaker. His voice shook and cracked as he tried.

“You two Gebze escort have really put me through it tonight.” Ajax replied with a smile, “didn’t think cohabitation would be this hard.” Jonah cried again. Ajax knew this wasn’t the answer he was looking for. But what was he going to do? Make another promise he would fail to fulfill. He kissed his pet firmly and reassuringly.

“My sweet, sweet pet. All you need to know is how happy you make me. I’m not a selfish man, I like to share the things I enjoy. I like to see others get as much enjoyment as I do.” He kissed Jonah again, fighting away the young man’s tears. “But I meant what I said, you’re here for me. And I don’t think I’ll be able to let you go. You’re mine Jonah, now something tells me that doesn’t frighten you?”

Jonah relaxed into Ajax. The comfort of belonging to this man was sickening but his urge to be with him was all controlling. Everyone he knew had spent their lives trying to find someone to call their own. Even fewer get to find what they’re seeking. Being beside Ajax seemed to have stopped that hunt. He felt complete belonging to this man. He just didn’t want anyone else too.

“No it doesn’t. The idea of sharing does.”

Ajax couldn’t help but smile. “You and Gimp both.” Jonah seemed to turn cold to this response. The light in his eyes dulled and he pulled his hand away from Ajax. “Hey, if it makes you feel better I have three slaves… and one pet. Your only job is to be by my side and do as I tell. Don’t think of the rest.”

Jonah was taken back as he was embraced with a passionate kiss. The warmth and smell of Ajax melted away all his doubts and worries. The man quickly rolled on top of him biting his neck. Jonah arched his back submitting to his new master. He let out a soft moan.

“Yes master.”

***

Jonah awoke with a start. He was cold, naked and alone. His entire body ached and his worn-out hole throbbed. It was still full. Jonah lowered his hand and quickly pulled out the plug. He winced as the large sphere pulled against his rim coming out with a pop. He sat up listening closely. The smell of breakfast wafting over him pulling him up. He looked around the bedroom, no clothes anywhere. The only article being a skimpy red thong tosses on the floor. He picked it up, the thing reeked of sweat and pre. Being naked would be more comfortable than this. He tosses the dirty underwear to the floor leaving the bedroom.

“Look who’s awake!”

Jonah smiled as he walked into the living room. Ajax greeted him with a big smile and sparkling blue eyes. The man waved to him signaling to a pillow beside the couch. Jonah looked to the couch then to the pillow.

“Couch is a privilege, pet. One you must earn.” Jonah frowned slightly, “don’t worry, good behavior never goes unnoticed.”

Jonah walked over and sat on the pillow. Truth be told he was just happy to be beside Ajax. He leaned his head on the man’s leg and closed his eyes relaxing in Ajax warmth. The smell of bacon and eggs adding to the homey scenario.

“Awe, feeling affectionate?” Ajax ran his hair through Jonah’s hair then bent over to give him a kiss. “Hungry pet?”

“Yes, very much so.”

“Good, I have Gimp cooking us up some breakfast. Hope you like scrambled eggs and bacon.” Jonah nodded. “Good.”

In short time Gimp walked into the living room holding two plates and a bowl. He first placed Ajax plate before putting the bowl on the floor. He took his seat and waited for Ajax to take the first bite, then he began to eat. He looked to the pet, who sat with a confused look on his face. Ungrateful fuck.

Jonah stared at the bowl on the floor. How eyed the two men eating, Ajax had put down his fork and stared at Jonah.

“Don’t waste food pet, Gimp cooked you your meal. Show him respect and eat.”

“Yes master, thank you… Gimp.” Jonah reached forward and grabbed a piece of bacon. There was a loud clapping sound as Ajax delivered a firm hit. Jonah pulled back looking at his stinging now bright red hand. He looked up at Ajax with a look of fear and confusion.

“If you were permitted to eat with your hands you would have gotten a plate, fork and knife.”

“Ajax please…”

Nothing but silence. Ajax shot Jonah an icy stare and Jonah began to cry. The humiliation was overwhelming. He could see the Gimp staring eagerly at the two of them, both shocked and amused with Jonah’s defiance. Jonah looked back down to his bowl, his stomach rumbled as the smell of eggs and bacon filled his nostrils. He lowered his head and as he did so the collar around his neck touched the bowl making a small clanging noise. Jonah immediately pulled his head up with teary eyes.

“Please… it’s too humiliating.”

Ajax set his fork down taking a deep breath. He looked down to his pet, the defiance he once saw as adorable began to irk him. He looked over to Gimp who had also put his plate down, awaiting his master to eat again. The man’s eyes were glued to the scene, Ajax couldn’t blame him. The man’s entire world was based around Ajax, watching someone else disobey could only prove aggravating. Şerifali escort bayan Ajax turned and faced his pet. The man was sobbing now, something Ajax would have to learn to ignore.

“Alright,” he breathed coolly. Ajax bent down and grabbed the bowl taking it back to the kitchen. This only furthered Jonah’s fit. He could hear the man gasp for breath in between sobs. He returned to the living room and sat down and finished his meal again.

“Ajax I’m sorry-“

“It’s Master,” he interrupted.

“Master I’m sorry. Please I’m hungry Master.”

“I though it was too humiliating to eat.”

Jonah felt his heart crack at the tone of Ajax’s voice. He stumbled over his words trying to explain himself. “I-I-I’m sorry. This i-is all happening so fast. I-I-” Ajax raised his hand silencing Jonah.

“I know pet, but you have to listen to me. The more you fight me the harder it’ll be… and the more you fight me the harsher I’ll get. I like you pet but there are rules. Now Gimp will go get you your bowl and this time you eat.”

“Yes master.”

Jonah watched as the bowl of food returned. Gimp placed it in front of him. The smell was not as powerful as before and the food now cold. Jonah could feel Ajax cold stare on him. Desperately wanting to please him he lowered his head and began to eat.

“Good pet.”

The reassurance instantly dried Jonah’s tears. He continued to eat he swore there was a slimy substance over his meal. But he pushed past it, not wanting to anger Ajax nor thinking of what it could have been. He prayed it was only spit.

Once breakfast was finished Gimp returned to the kitchen to do the dishes. Jonah followed Ajax around like a lost puppy. Hoping to receive some one on one time with his master. His hopes melted away as Ajax grabbed his keys, and shoes.

“Where are you going?” Jonah asked.

“Have some stuff to attend to pet. A downfall of living in the moment is never truly being prepared.” Ajax laughed throwing on his coat. “As I’m aware you need clothes, a bed and you still have an apartment.”

Apartment, fuck. Jonah had completely forgotten about life outside. He had been so wrapped up in Ajax he had forgotten his own life. It was the first time he had went a full night without looking at his phone and weirdly he didn’t want to.

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing to drastic,” Ajax replied with a smile, “figure I could rent it out. Have a few friends that need a new place. Now while I’m gone I’m expecting you both to be on your best behavior.”

“Alone with him…” Jonah was silence by a quick glance.

“Gimp lives here too pet. You could learn from him, he’s good at teaching manners.” Jonah frowned. “I know what you’re scared of pet and no he’s not going to touch you. Now be good and I won’t be gone long.”

And with that Jonah was left alone in the apartment with the man who raped him. Avoiding him in an apartment was hard and Gimp never truly let Jonah be alone. Wherever Jonah went Gimp would go to check up on him. Twice he had found him on the couch and both times he tore the pet off giving him a swift kick. Master was going to have to be a lot tougher on the bitch if it was to learn anything. So far whenever things got hard the bitch would cry to Master and Master would give it a hug. He was far too gentle and far too close to this one. The two were going to fuck tonight, Gimp knew that Master was going to claim his new pet. They were going to fuck then sleep on the same bed. Again. Rage quickly filled the gimp. He silently walked to his room shutting the door, praying the pet would do something stupid enough to warrant some discipline.

What Jonah thought was going to be a short trip extended to a day long affair. It was nighttime when Ajax finally arrived. His hands full of bags and a giant smile on his face.

“Hello, miss me?” Ajax asked jokingly handing Gimp the bags. “Just put those in my room for now. And set the doggy bed in the corner by the dresser.” He then turned to Jonah he was trailing his feet. He quickly grabbed his pet embracing him with a kiss. His cock hardened as he felt his pet moan against him. He broke the kiss looking deeply into his pets eyes. Fuck he had forgotten how gorgeous he was. Those big brown eyes looked at him so sweetly as his soft lips formed a smile.

“Come pet, follow me. I want to show you what I got you.”

Jonah eagerly followed Ajax into the master bedroom. The door shut behind them leaving the two alone. Jonah couldn’t ward off his excitement. Finally, he and Ajax were alone. The man sat on the bed tapping it. Waiving Jonah to come over. Excitedly Jonah jumped on the bed. Staring at the bags that lined the end.

“I know I went a little crazy,” Ajax smirked. “But who doesn’t love to spoil their pet.”

He opened one of the bags revealing a barrage of panties. Some thongs, others tight little boy shorts. All in bright colors with lace details and silk fabric. There were two or three large blankets and a new set of bowls. Ajax couldn’t stop smiling the entire time as he showed off his new purchases. He grabbed a blueprint showing it to his pet. “It’s going to be your cage.” Ajax exclaimed with excitement. “I know it doesn’t look like much now but trust me, you’re going to love it. But this.” He pulled out a box and handed it to Jonah. “Is what I’m most excited about. Here, open it.”

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Richard answered and seemed very nice on phone. He told me he offered a nude massage, 60 minutes for $75, and said he had just finished up with a client and needed about 45 minutes to clean up. It seemed like such a long time to wait, but I looked at the picture again and decided it was worth it.

I’ve only been with a few guys in my life, and I hadn’t in about 5 years, so to say I was nervous was an understatement. I got to his apartment a few minutes early, but he Çekmeköy escort bayan didn’t seem to mind. He opened the door and I entered. It was dark and he had incense lit so it smelled really nice. I was a bit shy, keeping my head down, but I did notice he had a great body, about my height, 6′ but thicker than me. I’m about 165 lbs and I’d say he was about 185 lbs. He told me to get comfortable and lay on his massage table while he left to get the oils from his room. I stripped quickly and was already hard, the anticipation was overwhelming. I climbed on the table and placed my head in the head rest that is on massage tables.

I felt his presence near me and could hear him getting the oil warm by rubbing his hands together. He started on my back and shoulders and I could tell it was going to be a great massage. We had a bit of small talk, but his strong hands (and forearms) almost put me to sleep. It was truly one of the best massages I’ve ever had. About 20 minutes into it, he was working my arm which was dangling off the table and as he did, my had kept coming up between his legs and I could feel his cock. I honestly thought I was going to explode right then. When he got to my legs Escort Gebze and ass, I was like melted butter, he rubbed up inside my thighs and brushed across my balls. I kept opening my legs more and more to give him access. He rubbed across my balls and ass, and I couldn’t stand it any more, and had to roll over.

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He then sucked me off, which took about 5 seconds, and I promised to see him again on next trip. I would highly recommend him, as he was definitely the best massage I’ve ever had (man or woman), and his cock was to die for. I’m hard thinking about his cock inside me, so I think I need to do something about it.

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The rush of the warm spray beating against my sore body felt terrific. I closed my eyes and leaned forward letting the blast of water hit the back of my neck and shoulders. A sigh escaped my mouth as I slowly melted into the stall. Eyes closed, I heard Caleb in the opposite shower.

Turning towards his stall I opened my eyes a crack to peek in my partially open curtain. To my surprise, his shower curtain was fully open revealing his entire body.

My heart jumped a bit. Caleb was lean as I surveyed the back of his body. His head had a small bald spot and the striations in his neck muscles were visibly seen. His shoulders and arms were toned, but not bulky and his back lowered to almost a perfect “v”, but the realizations of age began to form around his midsection revealing a slight, but almost non-noticeable tire.

This made him normal I thought. Brining myself to look lower my eyes opened a bit wider. Caleb was still washing his chest as I saw his butt cheeks flex and lean to each side. In the gym, I noticed his legs, but now seeing him in all his glory made the frame of Caleb look hot. If not for his graying hair he could of passed as a 40 maybe even 35 year-old. I noticed the perfect cut of his calves, a feature I always thought was sexy.

“God,” I thought. This man could be my dad, but for some reason that intrigued me more. The way Caleb fostered himself into the coach/father figure made me feel vulnerable to his commands. Still staring at his body, I looked up noticing Caleb was now facing me. Panicking I nearly jumped closer to the wall to hide my peeking head, but noticed his eyes were closed.

I looked again slowly surveying his full frontal. My eyes gravitated to his manhood. It was average size about the same as mine. Flaccid, it was about 2 inches long. His scrotum hung low hot from his workout and hotter still from the warm water. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. What made me want to stare at it longer was that he had not a speck of hair around his cock or balls. Even more, I realized his body was fully shaved which made him look younger than his real age. I wanted to reach out and caress his smooth body.

He began to stir lifting his hands and rubbing his Acıbadem escort bayan face with his palms with his head leaning backward letting the water hit the top of his forehead. I quickly turned. My cock was already at half-mast. My heart beat fast. I’ve done stuff with guys before, but never guys this old and it usually only happened in gym showers. This was serious. We actually talked and are going to be working out together for the next couple of weeks. I definitely can’t be caught sneaking a peek and getting off on this old married guy. However, the fact of the matter was that this new circumstance got me even more excited.

I turned the shower faucet to a cooler temperature and began to soap my body hoping that the blast of the cool water and the vigorous soaping would help me think about what really is just going on here.

—

He’s young. I thought as I entered the shower. Trying to rationalize my actions, I concluded that he was just going to end up hurting himself if he ran that half-marathon without a proper trainer and no friends to help him correct his mistakes. It’s just one of those things that guys will do for other guys.

I heard Derrick breath out a moan as I slowly opened up my curtain. I noticed a crack in his shower curtain, which revealed most of his body. Intentional? Maybe, but Derrick seemed confident for a guy his age, but was obedient in my instructions. This made me even more attracted to him. He was a total coach’s boy, listening to every word I said earlier. My mind wandered as I closed my eyes and turned back around. He probably was awarded the coach’s award for never complaining and being such a team player and being a role model for his team and blah blah blah.

Letting the warm water rush onto my chest I began to soap my smooth hairless skin contemplating about my new role as coach and maybe even father figure. Derrick reminded me of my days as a track runner in high school. In fact, Derrick was me when I was younger. Always working to get up with what talent we were bestowed with. I smiled, what a way to start the year. A part of me wanted to vicariously live through Derrick guiding him into things I never got to experience Escort Kaynarca or opportunities missed. However, there was something erotic about Derrick that made me want him closer.

His confidence certainly made him likable since he was not arrogant, but it was enough to make him charming and witty. My wife came into my mind suddenly. What would she say if she knew how I was feeling about his kid? And yes, he literally is a kid even if he’s over 21. Eyes closed I turned around in the shower to let the water run down my back. My mind warped to the time I had my first experience with a guy a few months back.

We didn’t do anything, but we intently watched each other shower in the deserted showers at the local community college. He was younger, but experienced as he revealed every inch of his body to me and me doing the same. We came in unison that morning, but I never saw him after. It was exciting, dangerous, and risky, but the memory of us caressing our bodies had been my masturbation fantasy for the past months.

Fuck it. I thought pushing out my wife’s face and the deserted shower scene. It’s nothing more than me helping out this kid do well in his little marathon gig. Anyways I’m not some perv trying to seduce younger men. I’m married for God’s sake! But the reality was I did feel somehow attracted to Derrick, but he was definitely straight.

Opening my eyes, I hoped Derrick was looking at me to contradict my last thought. He didn’t seemed interested as I was welcomed by his back. I surveyed his body. It was lean, but not completely lean. He had some meat on him as swimmer’s usually do, but his toned and square back compensated for the meat he did have.

The rest of his body was slim, but proportional and the caramel tan of his whole body except for the obvious Speedo tan sealed the deal. I couldn’t stop staring at his tan as it was a stark contrast from caramel brown to nearly pasty white, but it neither seemed gross or wrong, but rather sexy. It was more a testament of hard work swimming laps in outdoor pools. I related to that having suffered from weird tan lines from both the running suit worn during competition and my normal training gear.

Derrick Aydınlı escort began to turn as his hands reached back to soap his lower back just above his Speedo tan. I couldn’t blow it now if he caught me looking at him. Too late. My eyes met Derrick’s. He smiled.

“Yah take a good look at the tan.” He said. “Everyone stares at it. I know it’s bad, but there’s no use in tanning it out if it’s just gonna come back the next time I workout.”

I gave a feigned laugh as I turned back around to face my shower. I was not sure if I should be relieved that he saved us from the potential awkwardness or terrified that he just caught me looking. I hoped it was not the latter. I began to quickly finish showering up being timely not to look like our last interaction scared me out my wits. I finished first as I headed back towards our lockers.

As I opened mine, Derrick walk passed me brushing against me slightly as he stepped over the bench to get into his locker behind me.

“So I was thinking,” I began as we both were still drying off and getting changed. “I’m not due to the office until around 10 tomorrow you know being the boss and all, I was going to run the park across the street for a bit. Maybe like five to six miles at 10k pace.”

Derrick laughed. “No more of this pace talk. It’s only my first day training and I’m already tired of the lingo. But yeah, I was just gonna bum it tomorrow, but I DO need the training. Sound good boss.”

Boss. Hmmm I like that I thought. “Alright Derrick until tomorrow you did good today. We’ll meet around 8am outside the parking lot. Bring your “A” game.” I said now facing him and taking a step out I slapped him in the butt.

“Hey,” Derrick shouted hopping forward. “For that, I’m gonna give you a run for your money old man.”

“We’ll see.” I said rounding the corner and out into the cool night air. Tomorrow would be fun.

—

I got dressed slowly. I still felt Caleb’s hand on my ass. It was a playful locker room gesture, but this lingered.

Getting fully dressed I walked out of the gym, my legs sore from the long run earlier today. And to think I was gonna be out here in just a few hours again subjected to another painful run. The thought of sharing a run in a secluded park on a weekday morning made my mind wander again.

“He’s like your dad.” A voice said in my head. “Yeah, but still,” I murmured under me lips. We’ll see about that tomorrow.

To be continued in Pt. III…

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The following story is a work of fiction and all characters featured are over the age of 18.

*****

No matter how many nights I do it, I’ve never gotten use to sleeping alone. Lonely nights feel even more so in a king sized bed; room for two occupied by one. I look to my reflection on my closet mirror. I even look pathetic to myself. My chest has grown a thick mat of black fur, untrimmed, trailing down my torso, leading to the dark black bush above my penis. It’s not like I have anyone to manscape for. My stomach is beginning to pudge, hiding the six pack I was once extremely proud of. My face has a slight stubble, which will soon disappear in the morning when I shave for work. All things considered, though, I am still a fairly descent looking guy for 45. I’m no underwear model, but I’m not bad to look at.

Sexually and romantically I’ve been alone for years. Ever since the casual girlfriend I knocked up left our son on my front step and ran off 19 years ago. Between raising Harper, my son, and work, I never found much time for dating. I barely could find time to masturbate. I wouldn’t trade it for anything though. I’m close to my son and have a great relationship to him, father and friend, and thanks to all the hard work I’ve put in at the office, I was able to send him to the college of his choosing.

I’ve been lonely for almost two decades, but I’d never been alone, that is until 5 months ago when Harper left for college. While he was only a couple miles away attending state university, he was still no longer a part of my daily life. I missed him like crazy. I never realized that I depended on him as much as he did me. I had been out of the dating world for too long to know how to get back into in, had always been too busy for friends, and now my only companion was off living his own life.

However, this day was better. It was winter break from college, and Harper was back home. Here for an entire month. He brought a friend, Colby I think his name is, to stay with us. At first I was a little bummed out that my quality time with Harper was going to be interrupted, but Colby seemed like a nice guy, and when you’re as lonely as I have been, any company is good company. They arrived in the late afternoon, and we went out to dinner at a local pizza place and we got to catch up. Harper and Colby were team mates on the college soccer team. Harper had joined solely for his love of the sport, while Colby was at the college on scholarship; athletic scholarship was the only way he could afford college. From what I gathered, Colby’s parents abandoned him when he was a young child and he spent his life bouncing from foster home to foster home until he aged out of the system 8 months ago. Though a sad way to grow up, he does appear stronger for it. He is very confident and in control. He needs no one to take care of him, because he can take care of himself.

Now, I have never been with a man or ever really thought about it, but I’ve also never been one of those guys who were too insecure in their own sexuality to notice when another man is attractive, Çekmeköy escort and Colby was a fine looking man. He was around 6’3, taller than both me and my son who both capped out at 5’8. His hair was full and styled perfectly with that just out of bed look. The near blackness of his hair made his bright blue eyes stand out more than they already did. They were gorgeous. His face was pale and smooth, but his lips were full and cherry red. Though clothed I could see his muscles bulging out. He wasn’t overly muscular, but was in extremely good shape. Looking at him made the word Adonis come to my mind. He was absolutely beautiful.

This was a fact that didn’t appear to be lost on my son. Though, I had sometimes suspected my son might be gay, it was never something we had directly discussed. I never tried to push the issues, fearing outing him before he had come to terms with it, but I always tried to make sure he knew that I was supportive of the LGBT community, so that when he was ready he’d feel safe to tell me.

There was something in the way they looked at each other. I wouldn’t call it love, but rather lust. They seemed hungry for each other, rather than affectionate. I assumed they were probably friends who helped each other out sexually. I knew they would probably have sex in my house, just down the hall from my room. That thought excited me.

Now as I’m laying here, lonely and naked in my bed I’m beginning to believe my suspicions may be true. I begin to hear noises coming from down the hall. They start out subtle. I heard what I believed to be the smacking sounds of a passionate kiss, followed not to long after by what sounded like slight gagging and the occasional moans. At first I thought my horniness was just getting the best of me, but as the sound of my son’s bed slowly creaking filled the silent house I knew it was true. Just down the hall from me, my son was getting fucked by possibly the most handsome man I had ever seen. I look down to see my dick start to rise. My arousal worries me. Why I am turned on my the noise of my son having sex?

The gentle rhyme of the bed’s movements and slight whimpers escaping from my son are hypnotic. I find myself drawn to them. I get out of bed and slowly walk down the hall towards Harper’s room. I feel in a trance, like I’m out of my body, watching myself.

I find the his bedroom door partially opened, and I peek in, and look upon a sight that almost makes me cum before I am even fully hard. My son’s body is bent over the bed, his face burried in a pillow in an attempt to mute his cries of pleasure. I see his left hand clutching the bed sheets and his right hand strokes his throbbing dick. He seems to be about average length and thickness, but he is not really what my focus is on. Behind him, plowing into my boy’s ass like an animal in heat is Colby. Sweat is dripping down his fit body, the light dusting of hair on his chest slicked down from the wetness. I can’t see his cock, but I can just tell he’s big.

My dick has finally fully risen and is as hard as I ever remember Gebze escort bayan it being. I reach down and begin to stroke my 7 inches slowly as I watch my son take this rough fuck. My eyes are glued to their bodies, how they move together. It’s then I realize, I’m not turned on because my son is getting fucked, I’m turned on wishing I was getting fucked in place of my son. Harper was in so much pleasure, his entire body was trembling from the fucking he was receiving. His head turned toward me. He had his eyes closed tight as his teeth bit into the pillow. He was smiling, he was loving every second of this. I looked back at Colby and my eyes meet his eyes. He was watching me watching him. I thought about running, but the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips told me to stay. I just stood there, stroking my hard dick in unison to his thrusts, lost in the blueness of his eyes and the overwhelming smell of sweat and musk that was filling the room.

He winked at me, then grabbed Harper by the waist and picked him up, flipping him onto his back. He leaned down and the two of them kissed, I could see my son sucking his lover’s tongue into his mouth, kissing him like his life depended on it. I could see Colby’s cock now. It was huge, at least nine inches, thick and uncut. I could see the veins sticking out of it, and the lube caused it to shine in the moonlight that was in through the window. He wasn’t wearing a condom. He was fucking my son bare.

“Ready for more of my cock babe?” Colby asked huskily.

“Babe, shush, what if my dad hears?” Harper replied in a hushed tone.

“Then let him hear, I don’t care. Let him hear me fucking his sons ass, he may even like it.”

Harper scoffed, “You are such a dirty boy.”

“Never heard you complain before, now tell me what you want, don’t whisper it, say it out loud, and I’ll give it to you”

“God, I want your cock babe. I want you to fuck me hard, I just want you to grab hold of me and use me until you cum deep inside of me. I’m yours to do whatever you want.”

“Fuck yea baby, that’s hot. I want that too.” With that Colby rammed his dick back into my son, filling his hole in one thrust. My son gasped with pleasure and the fucking resumed.

There was no more concern between either of them of being noisy or waking me, their horniness had taken over. Harper couldn’t control his screams any longer. Chanting “Oh yes Colby, fuck me, fuck me hard.” While Colby had regressed from words, and was becoming primal, grunting and groaning like a caveman as he fucked into my son, hard. From this new position, I could see it, his fat cock sliding in and out of my sons ass lips. I could tell by my sons cries and the pool of precum accumulating on his stomach that Colby was hitting his prostate.

Harper began to moan loader and I could see every muscle in his athletic body tighten. He pulled Colby into him, sharing a passionate kiss with him as a hands free orgasm pulsed through my son’s cock. After the last bit of cum oozed out, Colby pulled away from my son’s lips, and leaned Escort Şerifali down to Harper’s stomach and begins to slurp up the massive mess my son had made. I almost lost it watching his lips inhale my son’s jucies. Once my sons smooth abs were cleaned, Colby stands up and swallows. “God you taste so good baby.”

“God, fuck, that was amazing, come on babe, your turn, I want you to cum now, cum inside me.”

“As you wish.” Colby replies with an evil smirk. He returns to fucking, slower this time. Long, deep strokes, clearly trying to build up his pleasure. He looks back over to me and I see his eyes drift down my body to my cock. My hand is now stroking it so fast it’s become a blur. He bites his lips and his eyes return to mine. I can tell by his face he’s about to cum, his thrust become quickened, more frantic, until we finally both cum, together. I shoot 8 ropes of thick white cum against my sons door, using all of my will power not to cry out in ecstasy. Colby shoves his body against my son’s firm ass, shuttering as he unloads what I can only imagine is a big load. He stands, not moving as he tries to regain composure. After about a minute he pulls out and looks down at my sons ass.

“God, your ass looks so hot with my cum dripping out of it.” he states to Harper.

“Yea, but it’s gonna make a mess all over the sheets.” Harper replied more as an observation than a complaint.

“Well, I know how to fix that.” With that Colby drops to his knees and plants his face between Harper’s ass cheeks.

“OH FUCKING DAMN COLBY!” my son shouts, as he instinctively wraps his thighs around Colby’s head, pulling him into his ass even more.

I stand there watching as this beautiful man eats his own seed out of my son’s well fucked ass. I feel blood start returning to my dick. I haven’t been able to recover this quick since I was their age. After about a minute, Colby pulls up and starts crawling up the bed to my son, leaning over his body. Harper opens his mouth as Colby starts to pour his cum into his lover’s mouth. Once Harper has all the cum the two kiss, passing it back and forth between each other until it’s gone.

“God, you are an incredible fuck babe.” Colby says.

“Thanks you’re not to bad yourself. Now come on let’s get some sleep. I’m gonna need to be plenty rested if I’m gonna be able to give my dad a believable explanation for all this noise we made when he askes tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it too much, something tells me it’s not gonna come up.” With that Colby gave me a wink and pulled my sons body into his, and closed his eyes.

Knowing the peep show is now over, I tip toed quietly back to my own bedroom, closing my door and laying down. I know sleep will not being coming easy. I stared up at the ceiling for what seems like hours, replaying the events that I just watched unfold, my dick still rock hard, pointing up at my belly button. I consider masturbating again, but I’m not sure if my aging body can handle another orgasm so soon after the unearthly magnitude of my previous one.

However my thoughts are soon interrupted by the sound of my door being opened and closed. I tilted my head to see Colby standing, still naked and hard with the same evil grin he gave Harper.

“You watched your son get fucked, now it’s your turn Mr. Chase.”

to be continued…

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Author’s Notes: Contains violence and what could be considered blood-play.

~*~*~

He could smell the blood everywhere. The scent was so strong that it seemed to cling to everything in the large building as he hurried up the stairs, taking two or three at a time before he burst into the room, nearly pulling the door from it’s frame and hinges with the force of opening it.

For a moment no words came. The sight in front of him was so horrific that his heart felt like it had dropped to settle somewhere it couldn’t possibly be, despite all of the things he’d seen and done in his lifetime. The blood really was everywhere and he didn’t know what to do first.

He was torn between yelling at Ford’s lackeys who were hovering around the room looking lost, and wanting to throw them all out to mourn Ford alone.

“What the fuck happened?” he growled, voice choked with emotion even as he forced his legs to obey him and hurried over to the bed where Ford lay. It was impossible to ignore how the sheets were slick and almost soaked through with blood, or how it congealed in pools under his lover’s scarily still body.

Makoto just stared in shock and anguish. Ford had so many bullets in him that it almost seemed futile to even try and remove them; he’d already lost so much blood…

“Idiots,” he said, voice harsher than he meant it to be as he dropped down to kneel beside the bed and push at Ford’s bloody clothes, mentally cursing the blond man for always needing to wear a million layers. “You should have taken him to the hospital. I can’t put blood in him,” he added, ignoring the fact that they probably had no idea what he was going on about in favour of trying to pull out as many bullets as he could reach one at a time and heal the wounds.

“St-stop it,” Ford managed to get out, voice so weak and not at all like the icy and reserved gang leader that Makoto had come to know.

Stilling in his attempts to staunch blood flow, Makoto lifted his head to look up at Ford, stomach feeling like lead at how grey the other man’s skin looked and how dull his normally beautiful blue eyes were.

“Ford…”

“It’s…” Ford coughed, pain turning his features sharp as he choked on his own blood and struggled to clear his lungs enough to speak. “It’s t-too late.”

“It’s not!”

Makoto got to his feet, rage sweeping through him as he slammed a fist down on the nearby bedside table hard enough to dent it and send chips of wood flying off.

“It’s not too late,” he repeated, but this time his voice was soft and broken sounding, tears finally welling up and dripping down his cheeks. “You can’t leave me now. It hasn’t been long enough.”

Something about the sight of the large and powerful man crying broke something in Ford until tears started wetting his own cheeks, mingling with the blood already splattered there.

The unusual display of emotion from both men had all of the lackeys looking uncomfortable and shifting where they stood, fighting desperately to look anywhere but at their boss and his lover. It was a painfully intimate moment, but they couldn’t bring themselves to leave the room if this was going to be their boss’ last few breaths.

Makoto was at a loss for what to do. He selfishly wanted to turn Ford, to keep him with him forever no matter the consequences, but at the same time, he knew better than anyone that if he turned Ford without his permission he wouldn’t be getting a lover for his lifetime, he ran the risk of spending the rest of his unnatural life knowing the one person he loved more than anything hated him more than anything.

“Ford…” Makoto whispered, taking one of the man’s cool hands between his own as he knelt back down, the pain on his face almost as naked and raw as the physical pain that highlighted Ford’s own features. “What do you want me to do?”

The room was almost painfully silent for what felt like far too long for Makoto and he kept his eyes on Ford’s face, watching with rapt attention to make sure he was still alive even as his sensitive ears picked up the slow and weak thud of the other man’s dying heart.

In that time Ford’s eyes had closed, the effort to keep them open not worth what little energy he had left. He had hoped that he wouldn’t have to make this decision so quickly, that he’d be able to spend years thinking about it objectively.

Instead he could practically feel his life leaving him, staining the sheets beneath him even as he struggled to have enough strength to give Makoto’s hands around his a comforting squeeze, something that was hard to do when he could barely force his muscles to listen to him.

“Do…. D-do it,” he finally said, struggling to force the words out when it felt like he didn’t even have enough energy left to breathe, let alone speak.

Torn between being relieved and unsure, Makoto reached out to smooth back blond hair slick with blood, struggling not to make a face or recoil from the feel of it as he brushed Escort Acıbadem the soaked strands off of the other man’s forehead and cheeks. “Are you sure, Ford? This is forever. You know you can’t take this back if you change your mind…”

Moving his head in as much of a nod as he could manage right now, Ford forced his eyes open to meet Makoto’s. “S-sure… you… y’re my f’ver…”

His words were slurred and his eyes were even duller than before, settling panic cold in Makoto’s belly. He couldn’t afford to wait any longer. If Ford wanted it then he had to do it now or risk losing him completely.

Dropping to his knees beside the bed, he forwent all finesse and bit down, drinking as little of Ford’s blood as he could, panicking just a little more when he heard the other man’s heart skip a beat and flutter weakly. He was sure that he was cutting it too close.

Using one sharp claw to tear the skin and open the veins on his wrist, he forced it to Ford’s dry and cracked lips even as he hoped that he hadn’t put it off too long and lost the only person in his long long life that meant more to him than his own life did.

While the lackeys looked on in confusion, not one of them moved to stop Makoto’s actions. At this point in time, if it was something that their boss had agreed to, they were willing to let the strange older man do whatever he wanted if he thought it would save Ford’s life. Their boss was more than a boss to them and this gang was more than a gang. As trite as it probably sounded to anyone outside of it, this gang was the closest thing any of them had to a family and they would do anything to keep it.

Still, most of them had to avert their eyes when Makoto forced his blood down Ford’s throat, the truth of what their boss’ lover really was — and why he only ever visited at night — glaring them in the face.

Ford tried to turn his head away from the warm coppery liquid — that despite not tasting as bad as he had often imagined — still tasted wrong to him right now, even though he knew deep down that this was closer than most people ever got to their loved ones.

“No, baby, come on,” Makoto murmured, using one strong hand to gently hold Ford’s head in place and force him to drink. He needed Ford to drink as much as he could in order to do his best to make sure that the change took.

A sharp flash of pain radiated through Ford’s entire body after he’d choked down several mouthfuls, and he ripped his mouth away from Makoto’s wrist, struggling to curl into a ball and escape the feeling.

Letting out a noise of relief at the new pain on Ford’s features, Makoto took his wrist back and licked at the torn skin, cleaning up the blood and healing the skin. As much as he loathed the thought of Ford in pain, this pain meant the change was working, that his blood was fighting to heal the damage done to Ford’s body and to make him whole again.

Settling strong hands on the younger man’s body, he forced him to lay flat on his back, needing to get the remaining bullets out of him quickly. He could have allowed Ford’s healing body to push them out on it’s own, but it would hurt, more than they had going in.

Hurrying to locate and rip out the remaining chunks of metal with the fine points of his claws from his lover’s torn and still bloody flesh, Makoto swallowed back nausea that he hadn’t experienced since his first attempt to eat normal food after being changed. Even after all that he’d done to other people in the name of survival — and sometimes selfish rage and revenge — the sight of Ford in such pain turned his stomach.

At the sound of movement, he jerked his head up and hissed instinctively before remembering that the lackeys were still in the room. He felt a little bad when some of the younger boys flinched back at the sight of his bloody mouth and prominent fangs, but that was the least of his worries right now. He’d have time to apologize later, once this was all over.

Makoto tugged the last bullet free before gathering Ford into his arms and holding him close.

“Stay with me, Ford,” he said softly, words directed into the normally soft and clean but now blood-sticky and matted hair of his lover. He could feel Ford squirming, trying to escape the mind-breaking pain that was ripping through his body. As much as he hated it, there was nothing Makoto could do about that. Ford’s body was trying to remake itself and there was no way for that to be done pain free.

It felt like hours, time inching past at a snail’s pace, before Ford finally stilled. His body lax and soft in Makoto’s, skin cool to the touch but now blemish free, his torn and bloody clothes now the only sign that he’d been so close to the gates of death.

Lifting his gaze to the still hovering lackeys, Makoto felt his mouth draw into a tight frown at what he now had to ask of them. “Your boss is a vampire now,” he said, voice as quiet as always, even when stating the patently obvious. He knew they weren’t Kaynarca escort stupid, but this wasn’t something that happened every day, and it was easier to be straightforward rather than pussyfoot around.

“He’s going to wake up soon and he’s going to be hungry. If he doesn’t feed right away his body will try and take from itself and he will go mad. He will turn into a mindless, soulless monster, and he will not be the man you know and love.”

The boys shifted, looking at each other and having a good idea where this was going. “You need volunteers?” one older lackey asked, voice a little shaky but still strong. This was his boss, his leader. And before that, he’d been one of the boys just like them, which meant there was no way they were going to let him lose himself after everything they’d been through together.

Makoto nodded; glad he didn’t have to explicitly spell it out. He never ceased to be amazed by how close all of Ford’s boys were, not only to each other, but to Ford himself. It was one of the reasons that they owned and ran most of the underground in London. No other gang came close to their power or influence and it was because of this gang that the more unsavoury gangs — gangs that brought with them things like prostitution and drugs — never got a foothold in the city.

Their influence and remaining morals allowed the cops to turn a blind eye to the gambling that the gang did behind the closed doors of bars and clubs because it was the lesser of many many evils.

“We’ll do it.”

Makoto’s attention returned from his thoughts and to the lackeys in front of him. All of them had stepped forward and he felt his lips twitch just a little bit in humour even as he pressed a soft kiss to Ford’s bloody temple and spoke softly, whether the other man could hear him or not. “Look at your boys, Ford. You raised them so well…”

Shifting to lay Ford back down on the bed, and doing his best to ignore the cooling and congealing blood that covered the sheets, Ford, and now his hands, Makoto got to his feet and made his way over to the assembled lackeys, motions fluid and graceful, wiping Ford’s blood from his lips as he moved.

“I only need three or four of you. Preferably the larger boys, that way he can take less from each of you,” he said as he singled out four of them, directing the rest of the boys to leave the room and go clean up the house and car before Ford woke up.

Knowing his lover like he did, Makoto knew that dying or not, if Ford woke up and the hallways and upholstery of one of his cars were covered in blood — whether it was his own or not — his painfully neat lover would probably have a stroke and die all over again.

Before he could brief the boys on what was about to take place, he heard the sounds of Ford shifting on the blood slick sheets and turned back to face his waking lover. A low noise of relief escaped him at the sight of Ford sitting up and stretching in an almost feline manner. Turning someone was always risky; some people’s bodies just couldn’t handle it.

Looking now at Ford, Makoto was grateful that the altering of his physiology hadn’t changed too much in the other man’s appearance, merely lightening his hair and eyes and gracing him with the sharp fangs and delicate claws that were typical of his—no, their kind.

“Hungry…” Ford purred, focusing his blue eyes on the men standing behind Makoto instead of Makoto himself.

“I know, baby. Come over here,” Makoto replied, knowing Ford would need guidance in how to feed the first time. If he latched incorrectly he ran the risk of injuring his victim, causing them to bleed out.

Slinking off of the bed, Ford made his way over to Makoto’s side, drifting past him to sniff at the lackeys in front of him. “Hungry…” he repeated, voice almost a sing song now as he fought to hold himself back from pouncing the delicious smelling boys and tearing into them with his teeth in order to release the blood he could practically hear rushing under their skin.

Taking the other man’s hand, as much to keep him contained as to direct him, Makoto led him to the first lackey. “Bite down gently, and go in at a straight angle. You don’t want to damage the veins or you’ll risk him bleeding out.”

He directed Ford’s hand to find the line of the vein on the lackey’s neck before helping him lean in and bite down after licking the bare skin. “Your saliva will heal almost every wound, so make sure to lick at your feeding site after you’re finished or your victim will also bleed out. Never take enough to kill. It’s better to feed off of two or three victims than to kill someone and risk outing yourself.”

Ford was barely listening to Makoto’s words. As soon as he’d sunk sharp teeth into the lackey’s skin, the deliciousness of the man’s blood burst over his tongue like a fresh slice of cool watermelon in the heat of summer. He wanted nothing more than to just keep drinking until he was bloated from the feeling, Aydınlı escort bayan but he forced himself to pull back after a short while, licking the small holes as he had been told to and watching with fascinated blue eyes as they disappeared from sight almost like magic.

After drinking from the remaining three lackeys they sent all four of them on their way with strict instructions to eat and rest in order to regain their strength.

The instant they were alone in the room though, Ford returned to the bed, ignoring Makoto’s eyes on him as he stripped the bloody sheets from the mattress. Staring down for a moment at the red-stained fabric, he flipped it over to hide the mark before opening the door to the hall and tossing the sheets out into it, barking at a lingering lackey to throw them out.

Makoto knew what he was doing the instant he stripped out of his equally bloody clothes and tossed them out after the sheets. Approaching Ford, he reached out and took his hand, tugging him close and folding him into his arms. “You’re okay. You’re fine.”

Ford shuddered for a moment at Makoto’s words before the dam inside of him broke and tears welled up, dampening Makoto’s shoulder where he was hiding his face. It felt like forever before his tears stopped and he could finally pull back and meet Makoto’s gaze to speak. “I was dying…”

Makoto wasn’t sure what to say to that. “You were,” he finally said, voice sombre. It made that knot in his gut tighten and writhe all over again like something painful and alive. He didn’t like thinking about Ford being that close to death. He’d never been so attached to someone in all his human years or his supernatural ones.

The feeling made him more than a little uncomfortable and he pushed it away, pushing Ford back just a little to kiss him gently. “Go have a shower, baby. You’re… you’re all messy.” The words stuck in his throat, not wanting to say that he was covered in what looked like pints of his own blood. It was still an image that Makoto was trying to keep out of his head, the terror and horror he’d felt at coming into the room and seeing the younger man looking like that.

“How do you get used to them?” Ford asked all of a sudden, words coming out of nowhere and making no sense at all until Makoto looked down and saw that Ford was looking at the delicate points of his claws and where they were poking holes in his shirt.

Not caring about the now-holey shirt he was wearing, Makoto couldn’t stop the small grin that curved his lips when he saw how fine and cat-like Ford’s claws were in comparison to his own. “You get used to them,” he laughed, even as he reached down to take one of Ford’s hands in his own. “Just be careful with fabrics until then. When you wake up tomorrow you’ll be stronger too, I found that that took more time to adjust to. So watch how hard you open and close doors and drawers and things, and how tight you’re gripping things. I broke a lot of things for the first little while.”

Ford laughed at that and Makoto finally relaxed, glad to move the mood to lighter things and away from how close his lover had been to dying. When Ford’s laughter melted away and turned into a frown, a matching one spread over Makoto’s face as he wondered what was wrong.

“You can’t feed off me anymore, can you?” Ford asked before Makoto could ask him what was wrong.

“No.” Makoto shook his head, an almost melancholy look in his eyes that matched Ford’s. “We’ll both need to hunt now. Being older I can go longer between feeds, but you’ll most likely have to feed every night for the first little while at least. Your body is still changing inside and it’ll burn through the energy that the blood gives you.”

Remaining silent for a moment or two, Ford contemplated how he felt about Makoto feeding off of someone other than him. It made something in his belly squirm with white hot jealousy, but at the end of the day he wasn’t going to risk his lover’s life and not let him feed over something so petty as jealousy.

“Let’s go shower,” he said after a bit, holding out one hand to Makoto and smiling up at him, even if the expression didn’t completely reach brilliant blue eyes. There was still a lot he had to adjust to and it would be a while before he was himself again — in a figurative sense of course.

“Alright… let’s,” Makoto replied, lifting Ford’s hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to his palm, goatee tickling the skin there before he pulled Ford into the bathroom, eager to help him forget for just a little while.

~*~*~

“Creeper,” Ford muttered, voice thick with sleep as he stretched his arms over his head and arched his back, toes pointed as he exhaled softly before collapsing back onto the mattress in a long line of relaxed but powerful muscles. “Why do you enjoy watching me sleep?” he asked, lazily opening bright blue eyes to look up at his older lover who was propped up on one forearm and watching him with an amused and intent expression on his strong features.

“Because,” Makoto replied, reaching down to brush Ford’s slightly longer than respectable blond hair out of his eyes. “You’re beautiful. And it’s the one time you actually stay still long enough for me to just look at you,” he added with a small smile.

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It had been about two weeks since my encounter with my new neighbor Bill, and it had been on my mind a lot since then. I hadn’t talked to him at all, but would wave if I saw him getting in his car or when I was driving by. I was sitting on the porch again, thinking about his huge cock when he came out of his house and walked over.

“Hi, neighbor.” I said.

“Hi there.” He replied with a little wave and a smile.

“How’s it goin?”

“Good.”

“How are you and Angela doing?”

“Much better thanks. We had a hell of a fight about a week ago about that threesome topic I told ya about. After that we had the hottest sex ever and it’s been great ever since.”

“Oh really?” I asked. “Do tell.”

“Well, we had the fight and I was telling her that just cuz I touched that guy, it doesn’t mean I’m gay or that I don’t love her any less. I was going with the moment and it was just fun is all.”

“She was ok with that?”

“Yeah, after awhile she was. She actually kinda got into it. During our sex after the fight, she kept saying how she’d like to see me suck a guy while she was fucking me, how she’d like her and I to suck a guy together. She even said she’d like to see a guy’s cum all over my face.”

“Man, that sounds great. I wish my wife could think that way.”

“Yeah, it is pretty great I guess. Makes for some good sex, that’s for sure.”

I paused for a bit, and then asked “How are you feeling about what we did the other night? You still ok with that?”

“Definitely. I think about it all the time.”

“Good.” I said. “So do I. When I said we could do it any time you wanted, I meant it.”

“That’s why I’m here. Angela and I are going to have sex when I get back, but I wanted to suck you first. You ok with that?”

“Hell, yes I am! But, I gotta tell ya, my wife and kids are still awake so I don’t know how we’re going to do this.”

“I planned it out before I came over.” He replied. “We’ll just go over on the side of your house where it’s dark and I can do it right there.”

I was a bit nervous about the plan, but my cock was hard in my cargo shorts so I went with it and followed him into the darkness.

“Just lean against the house and enjoy.” He whispered, so I did.

Ten feet over my head was my daughter’s room and a dim light was on but the Acıbadem escort windows were thankfully closed so she couldn’t hear anything.

Bill got down on his knees in the grass and I watched as he unbuttoned my shorts and pulled the zipper down.

“I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and just couldn’t wait any longer.” He said, as he hooked his thumbs into my briefs and pulled them down to my ankles making my cock spring free in the darkness.

“I want your cum in my mouth.” Was the last thing he said before he engulfed my cock. The sensation was overwhelming as I looked down at this man kneeling before me in my side yard, sucking me right against my own house, and making my dick shiny with his spit in the starlight.

“Oh my god. You’re sucking that thing like you want it. It feels so good. I don’t think this is going to take too long.” He moaned with approval to that.

I looked across at his house and could see his wife Angela with her back to us in the kitchen looking at something on a laptop.

“I can see Angela.” I whispered.

He took his mouth off my cock long enough to look me in the eyes and ask, “Can she see us?”

“No. It’s too bright in your kitchen and too dark out here.”

“Good.” He said and started sucking again.

I did feel a bit exposed out there, as my skin normally hidden by shorts or bathing suits looked kind of bright in the darkness, but the feeling I was getting from my neighbor overwhelmed my common sense and I went with it. I looked down from Angela in the kitchen and watched as he held my cock up and licked my balls. He was actually moaning as he nuzzled them and then put the head back in his mouth and sucked like he was desperate for it.

I put both of my hands behind his head as his mouth rode my cock, bringing me closer to orgasm.

“Don’t stop, Bill.” I whispered “I’m getting close to cumming in your mouth.”

He moaned again and picked up the pace a bit, just sucking with one thing in mind and that was completion. It didn’t take long and I felt my dick explode down his throat. He didn’t stop his intense oral on me and I could barely take it. My body was almost convulsing with it. It was so much that I had to hold his head to make him stop.

I opened my eyes and looked down as he squeegeed my dick clean with his lips. He was moaning as he did it and I could see a trail of cum oozing from the corners of his mouth. That Kaynarca escort bayan was one of the hottest sights I had ever seen. I looked back up and Angela still had our back to us. I watched as she took a drink of something while looking at the laptop screen.

“Angela is still there and none the wiser.” I said. “It looks like she’s having a cocktail.”

“She is. Probably a rum and coke.” He replied as he stood back up wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand. “Thanks for letting me do that. I’ve been fantasizing about it since the night you came over. My thoughts just keep going farther and farther about it.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Like kinkier and kinkier. I think I’d need a few drinks before I could even think about telling you about them.”

“Hmm, now you’re gonna leave me hanging like that?”

“Yeah, I guess. Sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve a had a few thoughts like that myself and now that I know you do too, I can’t wait to tell you about them.”

“Ok, good. It’s a deal, then. Next time we’ll swap fantasies.” He paused for a bit as we stood in the darkness. “Actually, I want you to help me with a fantasy tonight… If you want to, that is.”

“What is it?”

“Well, like I said, Angela are going to have sex when we get back and I want you to watch. It would be a total turn on to know that you were.”

“How would I do that?”

“I’m going to leave the blinds in our bedroom open a couple inches and the lights on. Just give me about twenty minutes or so and come and have a peek.”

“Ok.” I said “I can do that.” With the brief glimpse of Angela’s body I got when I went over to their house a few weeks ago, I was more than happy to see more.

“Twenty minutes.” He whispered as he started to walk away. “I’ll be watching for you.”

I just nodded, then went back into my own house to check on things. Everyone was settling in for the night, so I told my wife I was going to take a little walk and enjoy the summer night. She just told me to have fun as she knew I liked being outside at night (even more now, although she didn’t know about that part) and I left.

We live in a new development that’s not even half full yet, so the houses are still pretty far apart, with mine and Bill’s being the exception, and there are no streetlights. I walked around the back of their house and around to the front to the corner Escort Aydınlı bedroom window. Sure enough, the blinds were up about two inches, the window was open and their lights were on, but dimmed.

They were already naked and Angela was on her back in the bed. Her legs were spread and Bill was licking her pussy with the same mouth that was just full of my cum. She looked great. She was maybe five foot three if that, with a nice body. Her tits looked to be about B cups and she was squeezing them, pulling her long nipples and moaning quietly as he ate her. His ass looked good too, as he lay on his stomach. I imagined myself fucking him as he ate her, which started getting me hard again. As I was thinking that, he looked up at me and without missing a beat started licking her faster.

As the intensity increased I watched as she got closer to orgasm, then he stopped.

“That’s not fair.” She said. “I was so close.”

“I’m not done yet, babe. Just want you to have a big one, and I know how holding back makes that happen for you.” I felt like that last sentence was for my benefit for some reason.

Bill climbed up and sat on his wife’s chest and rubbed that huge cock on her lips. She went to suck it and he pulled back.

“Tell me about your fantasy.” He said.

“I want to watch you suck cock.”

“Yes.” He answered as he reached back to play with clit. “Tell me more.”

“I want to watch as you lick the head and play with his balls.”

“More…”

“I want to hold your head from behind and force you to suck it. Push your face onto his cock.”

“Yes, baby. I would let you do that. Tell me more.” As he said that he was rubbing pre-cum on her lips as she tried to lick the head.

“I want to see you with his cum on your face. I want to see you get fucked in the ass. I want you to hurt from having cock in your ass.”

“More…”

“I want you to sit back and watch your hot wife get fucked by another man. I want you to guide his cock to my pussy and put it in, then watch as I cum from another man.”

“Yes, baby. You are the hottest wife. I would do that for you. I’d do anything for you.” And he bent over to kiss her lips that were slick with his pre-cum and went back down to give her more oral sex. He looked at me again and I gave a little wave.

After another minute or two, I saw our front door open up and my wife stepped out. She was standing under the porch light so couldn’t see me, but I left the window. My legs were trembling and my heart was racing wildly at the situation as I went back around Bill’s house and up to her. We both had a smoke as I tried to pretend that my heart wasn’t leaping out of my chest and we went inside together.

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I’ve always thought of myself as an ethical person. The kind who has certain standards in life and refuses to compromise those standards, regardless of the situation. Choices were simple. It was black or white. Right or wrong. Good or bad.

At least . . . I used to think of myself that way.

But as I’ve gotten older, I just don’t really know. I’ve thought long and hard about my life and today things don’t seem as simple to me anymore.

Especially since the day Jesse came into my life. That was over twenty years ago.

And to this day, my life has never been the same.

###

In 1992, I bought my first house. It was large and spacious and even though others in the neighborhood might be nicer, it was all mine and I was damn proud of it! It had a large back yard, with a pool, a deck with a hot tub, and even a little cabana, with a room for people to change their clothes.

A couple of weeks after I had settled in, I decided to throw a house warming party for my friends. Several of them had been bugging me about wanting to come over and I decided to let everybody come at one time, see the house, and just relax with a day-long gathering of barbecue, some volleyball and swimming, and plenty of booze.

The Saturday of the party was beautiful. Texas weather is normally either hot or damn hot but not on this day. The sky was sunny but there was low humidity and the temperature was a cool 78 degrees. My friends started arriving about 9 in the morning and by 11, there were more than 50 people either splashing in the pool, relaxing in the hot tub, playing volleyball, or just kicking back and visiting. I wandered around chatting with my friends, making sure there was plenty of food and drinks, and just generally playing the good host.

I had set up an area for volleyball on the far side of the back yard and I walked over to see if anyone was still playing. There was evidently a hot game in progress as several people were watching the teams and cheering. I stopped on the sideline to watch for a few minutes, trying to figure out who was on each team. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one of the players hit the ball.

The next thing I knew, I was lying on my back, with my head spinning, and people standing around me.

“Man are you alright?”

I didn’t answer as my senses were still swimming and I heard another voice say, “Damn, Jesse, don’t you know how to spike a ball over the net?” There was some laughter and the other voice spoke again.

“Shut up, Ricky. I didn’t mean to hit him.”

I continued to lie there a minute with my eyes closed. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and the voice spoke again.

“Hey . . . are you okay?”

I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the person who had spoken. He had one of the most handsome faces I had ever seen and it took me a moment to reply.

“Yeah . . . I’m okay . . . what happened?”

The handsome face broke into a smile and laughed sheepishly. “I tried to spike the ball over the net and hit it wrong. It popped you on the side of the head. I’m really sorry, man. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I shook my head lightly and began to get up. “Yeah. Don’t worry about it. Y’all go on and play.” I stood up and began to slowly walk towards the house. My head was still buzzing some and I walked towards the portable bar to get a drink and clear my head. As I reached the bar, I poured a glass of wine, took a sip, and closed my eyes.

“Is there anything I can do?”

Startled, I opened my eyes and turned around. The handsome face I had seen moments ago was smiling at me again.

“Nah man . . . I’m fine.” I gave a lopsided grin and said, “My head is still buzzing but I think this wine will clear that up. Thanks though.” I paused, looking him over carefully.

“You want a drink?”

He hesitated a moment, and then said, “Sure. A Bud Light, if you have one.”

I opened the can of beer, gave it to him, and continued to hold out my hand.

“My name’s Noah. Noah Hudson. What’s yours?”

Smiling, he shook my hand and said, “Aw shit, man, I’m sorry! I’m Jesse. Jesse Saravillo. I came here with Ricky and Anna.”

“Ohhh, okay. That makes sense. I didn’t think I had met you before.” As he took a sip of his beer, I asked somewhat hesitantly, “How old are you?”

Jesse grinned and said, “How old do you think I am?”

I paused a minute and thought as I looked at him. Early to mid-twenties wouldn’t be far off the mark. “Ohhhhhhhh . . . 25?”

Jesse laughed. “Nah, man, I’m 18!”

I was in shock as he laughed. This boy looked anything but 18. He was 5’11”, about 175 pounds, and muscular. I don’t mean a bodybuilding physique but the kind that comes from an active lifestyle. Natural, beautiful muscles that rippled in his chest and arms. He had the kind of shape that I think is so sexy. Obvious but not overwhelming. Add to that a head of black hair, brown eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes, full kissable lips, and a very light olive skin that made him stand out around others. In slang terms, he’s what Anadolu yakası escort bayan you would call a “guero”. Light skinned but with dark Latin features. It’s typical when children have parents with different racial backgrounds and I’ve always thought people with mixed racial features were gorgeous.

“Aw, you’re bullshitting me, man!”

“Nah, Noah, I’m serious! Check out my driver’s license.”

He showed me his license and, sure enough, it proclaimed him to be a Jesus Antonio Saravillo, born 18 years ago in 1974.

I handed his license back to him, grinned and said, “Jesus, huh? Like the lord? Should I be on my knees before you right now?”

Jesse laughed and said, “Yeah, but I go by Jesse.” He paused a moment. Then, with a mischievous grin, added, “And you don’t have to get on your knees but I’m sure you’d like it if you did!”

Even as I laughed at him, I was sort of surprised. That type of comment sounded like one I’d make if I was trying to hit on another guy. Of course, I’m sure Jesse didn’t mean for it to come across that way. I kept laughing and said, “I’ll bet!” as I turned back to watch my other guests.

We kept standing there looking at people and I started feeling a little nervous. I mean, here I was, queer as hell, standing by one of the best looking guys at the party, who was little more than a grown teenager. And getting turned on by him. I’d always had strong feelings about not messing around with teenagers, even if they were of legal age. Yet here I was, becoming attracted to one who looked and acted anything but a teenager. I kept sipping my wine and told myself it was normal to get excited about a hot, good looking young man.

But, deep in my heart, I knew that I was also feeling something about him that went beyond just the physical. True, he was a sexy fucker. But Jesse had an innate sweetness about him. An innocence that you rarely saw in people, much less in guys. It was terribly attractive to me.

Jesse tilted his beer up and finished it. “Well, I guess I’m gonna go jump in the pool. You’re sure you’re okay?”

I smiled at him and said, “I’m fine, Jesse. You go have fun.”

Jesse smiled and began walking towards the pool. “Later, Noah.”

As he walked away, I couldn’t help but stare. He was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt and off-white cotton shorts. They were loose fitting but they still hugged and emphasized his body. His muscular ass filled out the back of his shorts and those beautiful cheeks moved sensuously as he walked. You could even see the outlines of the jockstrap he was wearing as the material pressed against his firm butt. I took a deep breath, sighed, and went inside the house to get more food for my guests.

Thirty minutes later, I went out to the pool to make sure everything was okay. Actually, I knew I was going to see if Jesse was still there but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. As I walked up to the pool, I saw him lying on a towel on the ground and two girls sitting on each side of him. He was lying on his back, propped up on his elbows and was talking to them. As I walked up, he turned, saw me, and smiled.

“Hey, Noah! What’s up?”

I nodded and smiled at him and he turned back to continue talking with the girls.

I stood mesmerized by the sight before me. Evidently, Jesse had just gotten out of the pool as his body was still wet. The water clung to him and from time to time, you could see drops run down his smooth skin. His large pec muscles were flexed and his nipples jutted out so far, you just wanted to suck them off his body. His ab muscles were also taut and you could see just a slight trail of dark hair start at his navel and run downwards.

I was surprised to see that Jesse had worn his shorts in the pool. The effect was stunning. The thin material clung tightly to his skin and was so clear you could see his jockstrap distinctly. The wet shorts hugged his packed crotch and you could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. My gaze continued down his muscular legs and then turned to look at the girls next to him.

Even though they were talking to him, they were clearly checking out his body. While Jesse talked to one girl, the other one was looking at his crotch. When he turned to talk to her, she jerked her head back towards his face and I saw the other one begin to look at his crotch. Suddenly, she looked over at me and saw that I caught her looking at Jesse’s body. She grimaced and looked back at Jesse as he spoke to the other girl.

“. . . and I swear to god that if coach had let me run in that series of plays, I would have gotten the first down and we could have kept going!”

“I know, Jesse! I’ll bet you’re the best player on the team and he needs to let you run more.”

I laughed to myself when she said this. She was the ex-girlfriend of a friend of mine and so wrapped up in herself, she probably didn’t even know how to spell football. Plus, she was 27 and I figured she ought to not be messing with a kid his age, even though he probably would have loved Escort Kurtköy to fuck around with her. I decided to put a stop to her antics and called out to him.

“Jesse, would you do me a favor? I need some help restocking the beer.”

Jesse looked at me, grinned, and said, “Sure, Noah. Right now?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind breaking away a few minutes.”

Jesse looked back at the girls and said, “I’ll be back in a little bit. Will you still be here?”

“Sure, Jesse!” they said coyly. “Hurry back!”

I laughed when they said that and began walking towards the house. I was sure they would stay there till hell froze over if they had a chance to taste what they saw packed so clearly in his shorts.

Jesse caught up with me and asked, “You feeling better now, Noah?”

“Yeah, man. Don’t worry anymore about that. I’m fine.”

As we walked across the lawn, I stopped to pick up a beer can and Jesse walked on ahead of me. As I continued walking, I was treated to an even better sight of this sexy young stud. The wet shorts stuck tight to his ass and showed every inch of his firm cheeks. The succulent half-moons swayed as he walked and the wet material was wedged slightly between them, defining each cheek clearly. Other than the lines of his jockstrap, there were no other marks on the solid muscle. It almost looked as if he wasn’t wearing anything and my own cock began to get hard. I noticed that as Jesse passed by others, they turned their heads to watch him. And the tight, hot ass that those wet shorts so clearly displayed.

I shook my head to clear my lustful thoughts and caught up with Jesse. We went inside, got the beer, and began restocking the bar. After we finished, I gathered the boxes and told Jesse, “Thanks, man. You can go on back to the pool now.” I gave him a mischievous grin and said, “But be careful, because those babes are ready to tear you up!” I started laughing, looked over at Jesse, and was surprised to see the serious look on his face.

“Tear me up?”

“Yeah,” I said still laughing. “Man, they were practically salivating over you out there!”

“You mean . . . you think they’re interested in me?”

I laughed at Jesse’s innocence. “Of course they’re interested in you! They were checking out your body big time!”

Jesse laughed slightly and shook his head. “I don’t know why. There are lots of guys here with better bodies than mine.”

Given how nice his muscled physique was, I was surprised at his humility. I didn’t reply and we walked silently towards the pool.

“Noah . . .”

“Yeah?”

Jesse hesitated and then said, “Can we talk for a minute?”

I clapped him on the shoulder, laughed and said, “I thought we were talking!”

Jesse stopped. “Nah . . . I mean privately. Inside the house.”

I started to make another light comment but, after seeing the look on Jesse’s face, thought better of it. “Sure, Jesse. Is something wrong?”

“I’d just like to talk to you for a minute.”

Little caution bells began to go off in my head. But I ignored them and said, “Sure. Come on.” We turned around and headed towards the house.

###

As we walked inside, I ushered Jesse into my den. It was a large room, fairly private, and I figured we wouldn’t be interrupted by anyone wandering around the house. I motioned Jesse to sit on the couch and I sat forward in the recliner next to it.

“Okay. What’s up?”

Jesse lifted his head and looked at me carefully.

“I know I just met you today but you seem to be a really nice guy. I’ve heard people here speak very highly of you and even my friend Ricky said you were cool. He said you were easy to talk to and . . . I need some advice.”

He hesitated a moment and said, “Would you mind if I asked you something? Something personal?”

“Sure. What is it?”

“I know you’re gay.”

I looked at Jesse a moment with a surprised look on my face. “That’s your question?”

“No. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound that way. What I meant is that Ricky told me that you’re gay. . .”

Jesse hesitated.

I raised my eyebrows and urged him on. “Uh huhhhhhhh . . . and?”

Jesse looked down and stuttered, “How . . . how . . . how do you know . . . you know . . . that you are . . . gay?”

“How do I know that I’m gay?” I repeated, not sure what he was asking.

“Yeah. I mean no. I mean . . .”

Jesse hesitated some more and then looked me directly in the eyes. “I mean, how does ANYBODY know if they’re gay?”

As Jesse looked at me, I slowly sat back in the recliner. A multitude of thoughts began to run through my mind.

“Umm . . . well . . . Jesse, that’s not an easy question to answer,” I said hesitantly. “There’s lots of feelings and emotions you have to sort through and one’s sexuality isn’t an open and shut case.” I paused a moment, then said, “Let me ask you this . . . why are you asking?”

Jesse quickly hung his head and put his hands in his lap.

“I don’t know, Noah. I’m so confused. I like girls. But . . . Maltepe escort I have these . . . these . . . feelings sometimes.” Jesse stopped. I waited.

“I mean . . . sometimes I’ll meet a guy and I’ll start feeling . . . funny. You know? I mean, I’ll start looking at him and . . . just . . . just . . . want to be around him. And see more . . . do more.” Slowly, Jesse looked up at me. “You know?”

Jesse’s confusion and hesitation were touching and accentuated the sweet and innocent nature I found so charming. I knew though that I needed to choose my words carefully as he was obviously in a very vulnerable state.

“Yeah, man, I know. I can remember when I first started feeling that way. Believe me, I understand what you’re going through. I even remember some of my friends that I was attracted to.” I smiled at him. “It’s especially hard when you feel that way about a friend.”

Jesse turned towards me so that he was facing me.

“Yeah, but I don’t feel that way about any of my friends. It’s usually people I meet.” He was staring at me with a strange, intent look on his face. “You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, Jesse. I’m sure you meet lots of teenage guys at the mall and all the places you and your friends run around. It’s only natural you’d want to do something with them.”

Jesse quickly sat back and slapped the couch with his hand. “NO! I’m not talking about my friends . . . or anyone else my age.” He paused again. Then, staring me directly in the eyes said, “Understand?”

I was startled by the vehemence in his voice and hesitated. “Sure man. Like I said, I understand.”

Jesse continued to look at me. After an uncomfortable silence, he looked away, shaking his head slowly.

“You just don’t get it, Noah . . .”

I kept quiet a moment as I was totally confused. I was trying to comfort him and for some reason, it wasn’t working. Jesse looked down and I looked away as I tried to think of something to say. I heard Jesse take a deep breath, exhale loudly, and then mutter something under his breath.

I quickly looked at him and said, “What?”

Jesse looked up at me, hesitated a moment, and said “I said I like . . . you.”

Stunned, it took me a minute to register what he had said.

“You like ME?” I asked incredulously.

“Yeah.”

The look on my face must have been of pure shock as Jesse broke into a smile and gave a short laugh. “What? Is that so hard to believe? Or are you pissed?”

I looked away from him a moment and said, “No, man, I’m not pissed. I mean I’m . . . flattered.” I looked back at him, hesitated, and then said, “But Jesse, you don’t even know me. I mean, you just met me today.”

Jesse kept smiling that gorgeous smile of his and said, “I know, Noah, but . . . like I said, that’s how I feel. I think you’re good looking and nice and I just have this . . . feeling . . . when I look at you. And when I’m around you.”

I shook my head and stood up.

“Jesse, listen to me. I understand what you’re feeling right now. These feelings are new to you and you feel like you’ve got to act on them or you’ll explode!” I smiled and said, “I am flattered. I mean truly flattered that you think that about me. My god, you’re the best looking guy at this party and many people here would eat you up in a heartbeat!”

Jesse looked at me silently and I walked across the room. As I reached the other side, I turned and faced him.

“But . . . I’m much older than you and you don’t need to get involved with me. All of this is too new to you and you don’t need to get involved with someone just because you think you like them.” I paused.

“And . . .” I hesitated.

Jesse noticed my hesitation. “And?”

I continued to pause and then said, “I’d feel guilty. I mean, I’ve seen so many older men take advantage of younger guys, like you, who are dealing with these feelings and I don’t think it is right. You need a friend right now who can help you, Jesse.” I paused again. “Not a boyfriend.”

Jesse continued to look at me quietly and seemed to be thinking over what I said. Suddenly, he stood up.

“Okay, Noah, I understand. I won’t bother you anymore.” He turned around and walked quickly towards the door.

As Jesse started leaving, I said, “Wait, Jesse! Don’t get mad! I just think . . .” but it was too late. Jesse was out the door and gone.

Shit.

I lowered my head and rubbed my face with both hands. I didn’t want him to be angry with me but I knew what I told him was right.

Deep down though, as I continued to think about him, I began to admit the truth. That I really DID want Jesse.

True, I wanted that beautiful, hot, sexy, muscle body but it was more than just that. I wanted to experience being with someone again, whose sweetness and innocence hadn’t been crushed out of them by years of bar-hopping, one-night stands, and broken promises. I wanted to caress and hold someone again, who really wanted to be with me.

In short, I wanted to love someone again, who actually could love and give it in return.

The question though was whether Jesse was that person.

I slowly walked out of the den and started for the kitchen. The party had become an afterthought after my session with Jesse and I knew people were probably wondering where I was. As I stood in the doorway to the kitchen, I stopped.

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