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I grew up in a small town and did not move to the city until college. There was not much opportunity for sex with girls in a small town. As a teenager, our sexual activity was confined to masturbating while looking at magazines like Playboy and Penthouse. We often had group masturbation sessions in the barn of one of our friend’s father. Sometimes there would be as many as 6 of us sitting around with our pants and underwear around our ankles competing to see who could cum the fastest or shoot the farthest. I could often win the fastest competition but my cock was much smaller than most of the others and couldn’t match the distance some of these guys could. Brad, whose father owned the barn we would meet in, was really hung. Where most of the guys would have 5 or 6 inches, Brad’s cock was at least eight inches long, uncut, and thick. My cock, on the other hand was only 4 inches and skinny. While the other guys would fantasize about the models in the magazines, I would fantasize about Brad’s cock. I guess I had penis envy. I would dream that Brad would stand up and come stand in front of me and start rubbing his beautiful hard cock all over my face and then shoving it’s full length in my mouth, forcing me to suck him until he came.

One day, I was the only one at Brad’s. We had been tossing a football around. When we tired of that, Brad suggested we head to the barn. My heart was pounding in my chest as we walked to the barn. When we got inside, we both dropped our pants. I was already hard and throbbing just with the thought of being alone with Brad. He must have sensed something was up (so to speak) because he looked at my hard on and commented that I was really eager. I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock. He noticed my staring and kind of laughed. I decided to go for broke. “Can I touch your cock?” I asked nervously, hoping he wouldn’t punch me out.

“I wondered why you were always staring at me, or my cock” Brad said. “Are you a queer?”

“I don’t know if I am but I have dreamed of being alone with you while we jacked off for a long time” Ataşehir Travesti I told him.

“Why don’t you come over hear and sit beside me?” Brad offered with a grin. Then, part of my dream came true as I sat down bedside him and took his magnificent cock in my hand. I almost came just from the touch. My hand would barely fit all around his massive girth. I slowly jacked his cock up and down, fascinated by his foreskin moving up and down, hiding the purple head, then exposing it. Precum started to flow profusely from the slit in his cock. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I fell to my knees and started licking his mushroom shaped cockhead.

“I thought you would do that!” Brad laughed. “You are quite the little faggot aren’t you? Well go on, suck my dick fag. I’m gonna shoot a load of cum into you and you’re going swallow it all like a good little pussy”

I opened wide and engulfed his cockhead between my lips. The taste was fantastic. I couldn’t wait to have his cum in my mouth. I started bobbing my head up and down his cock rapidly, hoping he would fill my mouth with his jizz. “Slow down”, he said. “Lick my balls.” I did with pleasure, tasting his musty sweat. I tried to take one of his balls in my mouth but it was too big. I licked up the shaft of his rigid penis, ending at the heads as it peeked out from the foreskin. I slid my tongue into the slit and was rewarded with more precum. I then took him in my mouth again and continued sucking. After a few minutes, I felt his body tense and he grabbed my head and starting pounding his cock in and out of my mouth. “I’m coming” he yelled and I felt his cock throb, and I was soon choking as he shot load after load of hot, sweet and yet sour cum into my mouth. After about 4 shots, he pulled his still hard cock from my mouth and grabbed it in his fist and pumped it some more. And then he shot twice more right in my face! Pulling back his foreskin, he rubbed the head of his cock in the cum on my face and then shoved his cock back in my mouth. “Clean it good queerboy.” Brad taunted. Anadolu yakası travesti “It’s good to the last drop.” And it was. I didn’t want to stop sucking him. Finally, he pulled it out of my mouth and said “Good blowjob faggot. Maybe tomorrow I’ll tell the other guys that you want to do them. “Please don’t tell, Brad” I pleaded. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll suck your dick whenever you want me to — just don’t say anything to the other guys.”

Brad grinned at me and said “Ok, I won’t tell. But you will have to suck me off everyday.” And I did for the next 6 months until Brad’s family moved away. I sure missed him or at least his yummy cock.

There were a few other cocks I sucked until I went to college, but not many and not regularly. When I got to college, I met Mandy and after she and I started having sex, I did not think of sucking cocks too much.

After college, I married Eve and settled into a job in the city. Sex was frequent and exciting with her at first, but as the years passed, it became routine and almost boring. It was more for release than for pleasure. After 10 years, Eve only had sex for me; she did not seem to enjoy it much.

A couple of months ago, Eve’s Mom got sick and she had to take a leave of absence from work and go across country to look after her while she recovered. I missed her and started masturbating a lot. I would go to the adult bookstore near us and rent movies to jack off to. One night I wandered into the gay section by accident (or was it?) and when I looked at the covers and saw a guy with a cock in his mouth I got extremely excited and began to reminisce about my youth. I picked out a couple of gay movies and took them home. I came so hard within about 2 minutes of the first movie! I shot a load about 10 feet across the room. I came about 5 times that night and each time was fantastic. From then on, all I thought about was sucking a cock again. I started cruising gay bookstores, but could not get up the courage to do anything.

And then, one day I was having a swim Bursa Travesti in the condo pool early in the morning. As I was leaving the pool, one of the jocks from our building came in for a swim. I could not help but notice the bulge in his Speedos. This got me fantasizing again. I decided to take a sauna to get my mind of cock. I stripped off my suit, grabbed a towel and headed into the sauna. It was empty, so I sat on the lower bench so I could put water on the rocks as needed. After about 10 minutes, who should walk into the sauna, but the guy in the Speedo — and with just a towel around his neck. I immediately looked at his crotch. He was huge and was not even hard. His cock was thick and hung down about 7 inches. I could feel my cock getting hard as I was unable to tear my eyes away from his prodigious member. I was going to try to hide my erection, but before I could, he noticed and grinned at me. Then he reached down, took his cock in his hand, and while looking right in my eyes, he starting stroking his cock. It began to grow bigger and harder, and was soon standing out a good 9 inches. He moved closer to me until his cock was so close I could smell it. Memories of sucking Brad came back to me with a flood. I leaned forward and opened my mouth, engulfing his sweaty dick. The taste was even better than I remembered. I dropped to my knees to get better access and started pumping his cock with my hand while taking as much as I could in my mouth. I was so hungry for the taste of cum I just sucked and pumped as hard as I could. Then, his cock exploded, filling my mouth with hot cum. He came so much it was coming out of my mouth and running down my chin. After he finished, he popped out of my mouth, wiped the last few drops of cum across my face and then turned around and walked out of the sauna. I did not even know his name! I grabbed my cock and started cranking it in frenzy. It took about 10 seconds before I was shooting all over the place.

That was the beginning of many more encounters, but I’ll save them for future stories. As I left the sauna, I noticed an older black man sitting on the bench in the change room who gave me a knowing look and a smile. I thought maybe he might have come to the sauna and saw the activity going on through the window. I also noticed he had an enormous cock hanging between his legs. Maybe I thought.

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Shyguy05: so what are you doing in this chat room?

Rico82: probably the same thing you are, haha!

Shyguy05: you live at Tinkons Barracks?

Rico82: ya, u?

Shyguy05: yup.

Rico82: you should cum over soon!

Shyguy05: well, I’m not gay. I’m just bored and surfing the chat rooms.

Rico82: ya, that’s cool, you should cum by anyways. We can watch TV together and see what happens.

Shyguy05: I’ll think about it.

Shyguy05 has logged off.

“Damn!” I thought to myself. “Here’s my chance.” I had been looking at gay porn on my computer and chatting with gay guys for awhile now since it had been a long time since I was lucky enough to be fucking any girls. I’m always horny and when the pussy isn’t there for me, I start lookin for something else. I don’t consider myself gay, or bisexual. I just really like having sex. I’m not attracted to guys, I just don’t mind if one of them is willing to help me release my load!

“Fuck it!” I tell myself and log back into the chat room.

Shyguy05: I’ll be over in a few minutes.

Rico82: I’ll be waiting! Room 312

“No turning back now.” I said aloud as I pulled on some basketball shorts. No boxers, just shorts. And a tank top. I leave my room and examine the hall and thank god it’s empty. I swore that I had FAGGOT written across my forehead. Thankfully RICO82 lived just across the quad, in the adjacent barracks. I haul ass down the stairs and jog across the grass. It’s late. About 1:30 in the morning. There shouldn’t be too many people still awake. I quietly step through the front doors Bağdat caddesi travesti of the barracks and immediately head up to the third floor.

His door is cracked open and I can hear the TV. I look around to make sure nobody is going to jump out and proclaim me a queer.

“This is it.” I say, under my breath, and knock lightly on the door. After what seemed like an eternity, RICO82 opened the door. My first impression was that he didn’t intimidate me at all and it would be easy to feel comfortable around him. As I assumed by his name, he was Hispanic, shorter than me, heavier. He was wearing just shorts.

I greet him with a quick hi and quickly shuffle through the door. His room was very clean and it smelled good. I had to laugh on the inside. Gay guys are really clean. He invites me to relax on his bed. I quickly lie on my stomach with my head at the end of the bed and act as if I’m interested in the show that’s on the TV. He sits back on his bed the opposite way so his feet are by my head.

After a little bit of small talk, I’m feeling comfortable enough to start rubbing his hairy leg. Just slow strokes up and down, meant to be reciprocated. He gets the hint and starts rubbing my calves. I’m ok with this so I play it up a lil bit and start moaning and wriggling around. He continues rubbing my legs and I can feel his hands creep up the back of my legs towards my ass. His hands go under my shorts and touch the bottom of my virgin ass. Like a switch had been flicked, my cock twitched and came to life.

“Are you ok?” He asks as he runs Bostancı travesti his fingers across my ass cheeks.

“Mmmhmmm” Is all I can get out as I bury my face in the bed. His touch is so amazing and every second that passes, my cock gets harder. I start to accommodate his access to my ass by pushing my hips off the bed. I look back and he gives me an innocent smile. I notice that he too is getting excited. I see the form of his cock in his shorts and I’m actually happy. He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me so I’m basically on all fours with my ass in the air.

He slowly starts to pull my shorts over my ass. Not fast, as he is teasing me and planting kisses on my bare ass as my shorts come down. I actually feel a drop of precum drip from my raging cock. Finally, my bare ass is in full view and he is exploring with his hands and lips. That is when I feel his wet tongue on my asshole! The most amazing feeling ever! I squirm and jolt my body back into his face, which adds to the pleasure I’m feeling at this moment. An unimaginable feeling rushes over my body.

It’s too much and I flip myself over onto my back and look at him in lust. He has a hurt, confused look on his face at first, but then we make eye contact and he knows! I’m ready! He smiles and lowers his face till he is between my legs. I can’t believe this is happening. I could care less if my commander walked in at that moment. I was in heaven! I feel wet kisses on my inner thighs and his warm breath on my balls. He has yet to touch my cock which feels like another, larger cock is trying to Kartal travesti rip through it.

And then the moment I’ve jerked off to for the last few months arrives. I feel his soft lips on the base of my cock. He is making out with my shaft, kissing from the base to just below the head. With my eyes closed, I try to take in this moment that I’ve waited for so long. He then does something I never thought I would experience in real life. His mouth comes up my cock and takes in the purple mushroom and proceeds to inhale my entire cock. I instinctively grab his face and begin to thrust like a mad man. He doesn’t miss a step. Lost in the moment and forgetting about enjoying and trying to remember every detail, I fuck his face like it was my first piece of pussy I ever had.

That’s when the explosion took place. I felt as if I was going to black out. I can’t tell you how much cum I shot because I was seriously dazed and confused. I lost track of time and didn’t know where I was until I was finally finished and he moved up the bed and kissed me on the lips. I could taste my cum on his lips and this snapped me out of my trance. It was sticky, thick and salty.

I kinda freaked out on him, remembering that I was ‘straight’; I jumped up and threw my shorts on. He just sat there on the bed watching me act like a fool. It was as if he knew something I didn’t. After dressing, I walk out of his room without looking at him or saying a word. I sprint all the way across the quad and up the four flights of stairs to my room. Once inside, I throw my clothes on the floor and jump in the shower. After about thirty minutes of scrubbing my body with soap, I get out and dry off. Back in my room, I go over to my desk to turn the computer off before I finally go to bed. Before I power the computer down, I notice an IM from RICO82.

RICO82: see ya soon!!!

I knew he was right!

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Pound Cakes

Damn, those feet were big.

Exiting the downstairs doorway of Telluride Hardware and Feed Emporium, I was absorbed in my thoughts when the hefty honkers ruined my concentration.

The Nike Cross-trainers were not new, nor were they rare. Rather, the presumption of the size of the dwellers within them was what captured my attention.

While many would dispute the notion that big feet infer a full set of like-sized appendages, I beg to differ. Living with size 13 and 17 extra wides in my home, and aware that the largest feet on record in the NBA, Roy Tarpley, whose size 25 immeasurably-wides still held the Ripley’s record for something, I knew the veracity of the general concept. Just Google that name, and add the word dick.

I traipsed up the stairs before me while my eyes stayed glued to the ground supporting those big’uns. Upon reaching street level, I broke away from them, reluctantly. That reluctance melted, however, at my realization that the bi-ped being they supported was an entity rarely encountered in the wild…errr, Telluride town.

A lanky, obsidian-skinned, double image of the foxy musician, Jon Batiste, stood with impressive feet planted, knees slightly bent, arms akimbo, nostrils flared, stomach concavely absent, onyx eyes checking me out.

Oh, he was licking his thickly dark lips, too, as I raised my own eyes from his nicely bulging crotch upwards to encounter this overtly cocky Pan-like creature. His first words stuck with me, “You be the Doc with the bookends, a’ight?”

For a second I thought I was being mocked. His face was not looking directly at me, but at an angle, which made the cock-eyed scrutiny seem other than sincere. It changed quickly to mischievous when his brilliant white teeth broke out from under the tongue licking those luscious, thick lips, and I responded in kind. “What’s up with those ‘bookends’, bra?” Though noncommittal, by my downward nod he got the fact the comment referred to his feet.

I was gratified the guy had noticed me, but still unsure of any intent, so took the tack of bafflement, instead.

“I seen ya’ with those two fly mens a couple days back—ya’ll was in the bistro where I’m workin’ right now. Kinda stood out. And, your hands was playin’ all ’round those studs…Wassup with yo’own self?” Ahhh, now it came clear. My men and the proclivity of mine which was hardly held in check here in the liberal bastion of the mountain town full of ‘misfits’ did define me, I supposed.

And nobody overlooked my men. Both mature studs made plain our close-knit connection by their own body language, maybe more than I did. I admit, my hands did tend to rove over their ‘fly’ presences…

Both big hands made the next statement: one wrapped around the bulge I had been assessing moments before and the other fisted itself toward me in a friendly bump request, smile dipping on one corner as he clarified his intent. I bumped back and his fingers opened in retraction.

God, I loved the innate sultriness almost all men-of-color radiate. Especially when they are tail-chasing. This one was evincing the trait exceedingly well, I noticed, and my junk pitched upward by the comprehension.

Did I mention that the rascal was pinching a short, fat blunt between one dark thumb and long forefinger? He motioned me around a corner into the adjacent alley, using the blunt as a carrot. Little did he know that the bulge was much more my ‘carrot’ of choice. Or maybe he did know. Either way, I followed like I had a nose ring attached to his jeans button, feeling an oncoming event. No one was around that I could see, so what the hell?

Mystery dude lit Travesti up as he hoofed it, and the smoke left a definable trail to the back corner. He drew me leftward into a narrow dead end, body language conveying a certain familiarity with it. A throbbing undertone of base drifted down from the small open window above us. Venting the bar behind the wall the man leaned against, it imbued the small semi-enclosure with an erogenous channeling of Grace Jones singing Walking in the Rain.

Turning around to me, he cocked his leg up on that wall, balancing on the other. The enwrapping hand still lightly massaged the noticeably bigger bulge. This act and the smile said a lot. The blunt went to his lips, pointing inward, offering a more intimate share of the herb.

His full lips were moist. They brushed mine as we anteed up a notch. His dick-wrapper set of digits transcended to outreach and my package blossomed in time lapse as he unbuttoned my 501’s.

Only spreading the opening, he then leaned and grasped both edges of our sweaters, slowly raising both of them over our heads in a fluid motion. His tongue licked my taut belly all the way through that progress and as both cleared our heads, he engulfed my mouth, then tongued it open.

My heavy dick punched its way up from the front gap in my bunched boxers and poked his sable belly. Day-ummmm, I gasped. This man was able and steroidal in his tightness, and I think I felt a fucking lightning bolt jolt my dick head. He traded our places with his hands on my waist, now pushing my back up against the wall.

That versatile tongue vacated my mouth and descended once again in the reverse manner it had licked me up, this time guzzling down over my cock. Stopping only upon reaching my loins. The back of his throat provided a perfect endpoint and he ground into me greedily, teeth biting the phatted root.

Experienced in the trade of cocksucking, the veteran raised up off of me as he recognized my too quick approach to the precipice. “As good as advertised, sexy man,” he hissed in my face. Did he mean me, or him, I wondered? His crotch contacted mine and I honestly didn’t really care what he was packing by this time. The head was good enough. He apparently meant me since he was back on the dick in a fast second, very apparently ready for the load.

He rivaled my Jeremy in his talent—not. But, a distant second, no less. With only a few dozen full strokes, I came. Spurting it up to my own mouth as he backed off to see the multiple jets, his devilish leer sent shivers up my spine. This was a bad boy… he managed to eat a full helping of protein despite the watching and I luxuriated in the hot wetness as his tongue cleaned up. I licked my lips.

We sat still for a minute, then the doppelganger stood slowly up. He had loosened his pants and freed his piece while sucking, so on rising up, I felt a long, hard limber cock pulling against my scrotum, sideswiping past my asshole on the way. It rasped along my sensitive dick, then my stomach, and pressed between us as he passed me some cum-laden saliva, as nasty as he could.

My dick had no chance to wilt, springing back up between his smooth upper thighs to his balls after he passed over it with his own. He oiled my mouth with his.

“Don’t be lookin’ at my junks… not ’til I tell you…Doctor. Uh-Ohh, I thought. Intoning that title wasn’t a real good omen.

My questing hard-on managed to contact his perineum and close by asshole. The hot stud rubbed suggestively over it, teasing my just-erupted piece. “Dat ain’t gonna be happenin’, beastie-boy…get it gone from your head, now,” he warned. But, he never moved from İstanbul Travesti the contact.

My dick happily dry-pumped the spot while he lit up again, trading tokes to the slow-grind rhythm of the on-going Grace Jones medley. ‘Nightclubbing’ filled the surrounds as we felt the sexy beat between us.

Blunt now down to a nub, the no-name cocksucker placed it on the tip of his tongue and pushed it as far down my throat as he could. I swallowed it, hoping it wasn’t all I soon swallowed. “You about to be my cravin’ bitch, oreo-man. All that creamy white fillin’ ‘tween yo’ two mens got me goin’ t’other night. I’m a-wantin’ to feel you all up on the insides,” he didn’t stutter in my ear at all.

Ooooh, that sweet talk always gets me. He pulled out a little packet, white powder familiar. Handing it over to me, he told me “O-za Kay-za, baby bottom boii, on my mark, now, you gonna be removin’ your mistaken boner from where it’s fakin’ itself out, and you gonna go to descendin’, slow-like, with yo’ damn eyes closed, and durin’ the trip, you are gonna be thinkin’ ’bout how you gonna ‘sprainkle’ this all along my shaft after you be slickin’ the thang all up, good and nice—it gonna be stickin’ to it a lot better that way…and then, you gonna be lettin’ me lift those creamy legs up and I’m gonna crack that private li’l cookie jar you got goin’ back there, baby bitch.” As this all sank in, he dipped a good scoop up on a long pinky nail and sucked it in one flared Batiste-like nostril, staring at me while he did it. The other hand’s fingers searched out the pucker.

My dazed perceptions got the message, “And keep those damn eyes shut.” I understood and I was ready.

“Mark…Beee—yutch.” Was all else he said.

I followed the precise instructions, taking care to rub my dick all the way down his thigh and calf on the way for my introduction to the mystery dick stuck between us, sliding down against his cum-laden chest. Getting down to a crouch, eyes closed, I searched for the hard prick with my own tongue, sucking it into my curious mouth upon locating it—it wasn’t too tough to find—and said a mental ‘Hi’ to the long, smooth stalk. It went in easily, an insistent push the only evidence of his hyped desire.

The nice piece was cut, with a huge flanging head that searched the inside of my cheeks on the way in. I spent a good several minutes slathering it, liking the feel of the full bush surrounding the pole, contrasting it to the total smoothness around Jeremy’s dick. Unable to deepthroat Gai’s full eleven inches, that huge one provided me no common comparison. My high mental state was now enhanced by an extra small bump from the man’s lowered pinky ‘spoon’ and, knowing what to do, I did so. Sucked it in.

The powdered pinky then erogenously rubbed my inner lips and teeth, leaving them tingling.

Finally, as the music medley changed to Grace’s ‘Pull up to the Bumper’, I managed to focus, letting loose my new favorite dick of the moment. “OK, you can open those eyes, now, boii.” He was sure watching the effort from above, and slapped my face a few times with it, slobbering me up.

I carefully poured the remainder of the packet, as instructed, along the top ridge of an utterly stunning upward curving deep black penis. I had never seen such a darkly hued dick before and up close as it was, it appeared blue-black. Large, tortuous veins scrolled down the sides. The huge swollen crown kept threatening to throw off the powder by its happy jumping. I was forced to roll a finger around the top curve of the base to control its excitement, but finally managed without wasting too very much.

I next spat Ankara Travesti in my palm and slimed my waiting hole with it, reaching between my legs from my crouch. Now, I couldn’t wait to put the beauty where it obviously belonged. For the moment, anyway.

Standing, I allowed the mystery man to hook my knees, one by one, over his elbows. Strong arms pushed me up the ancient brick wall and our noses met. “I’m goin’ in for some cookie dough, now, bitch.” The throbber aligned right nicely in its curving anatomy, and we both studied the other’s eyes for emotion as it slowly, surely sunk inside my juicy asshole. “Those pretty bitch eyes sure are getting’ big…Doctor…and I’m thinking it ain’t all because o’ that coke-frosting on top o’ my fine black dick…huh?”

Nodding, I felt the curved end reach its length—only slightly shorter than my true man’s—and we sucked face while getting acquainted. I liked the feeling of the brillo bush tickling my ass globes and we grinded together as Grace broke into ‘Use Me’. It was hot. The cold weather made both our nipples extra hard but the heat of our hooked bodies kept the chill at bay.

“Tell me what they call you, Dick Man,” as I stared at him fucking me.

“When I pump your ass full of sperm and send you home to Daddy with it drippin’ out, you call me Ezra—Ezra Pound. You gonna have me a baby and I am gonna have visitation rights, now, you got it, bitch?”

As we rocked my socks off there against that wall, I felt the connection between us where the ultra-black dick was poling my ass being rubbed. By fingers not belonging to any of our four hands. All four were currently busy up here.

It was startling, but felt jood. Ezra felt it too, and our eyebrows both arched up. Looking back over the slim man’s shoulders, we spied a miniature, nappy-headed ebony male kneeling down between Ezra’s legs, checking the action and adding to it. He looked up at our altered movements and threw a familial grin up at our fucking faces. Couldn’t care less by his intervention. “Boy, I told you to wait in the car, didn’t I?” My big dicked man demanded. No response. “Well, didn’t I?” Nothing but crickets.

Grace broke into ‘Nipple to the Bottle’ and it dawned on me the rhythm between us hadn’t changed. Neither did the small alien hand stroking our connection-point down there. Ezra looked back at me, shrugged, and grinned, too, like, “What can I do?” We picked up the pace.

The connection between us was palpable and I devolved into the music and the strokes. Ezra pounded my ass for ten more minutes, telling me all the nasty words he could think of, most comments ending with “bitch”. I bounced with the flow and crested before he did, spewing cum all between us again, smearing our bellies and chests.

That finally did it for the slim man, and I felt the sharp punch of his fat black dick into my gut where it seated itself, convulsing unseen shots of cum up in my insides. The little alien fingers excited the whole effect.

The black man sucked my lips into his while he groaned at all the various sensations. The forbidden thoughts pulsed through the both of us…and maybe a third. In the midst of it all, we felt hot stabs of prickling heat wash over both our asses; our eyebrows jumped again. So did our dicks.

We pumped together long past the climax point, feeling the erotic drippings underneath our touchpoints and we rolled in the blissful afterglow… the leer and evil-esque look had been replaced by satiation and he kept up the tonguing for several suspended minutes. Extra fingers were still busy massaging the last pumps of his dick, keeping the slippery action going down below.

“You are pregnant, bee-yutch, and I be the Daddy, now—what’s those two mens o’yours gonna be sayin’ bout that, do ya’ think?” He posited, rubbing my nose with his. And smiling.

“They’re gonna want your number…Ezra Pound.” You free night after tomorrow?

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I walked up to my dorm room door and put the key into the lock. I turned the handle and walked in quickly shutting the door behind me. My mouth dropped at what I saw. My roommate Brian was on his knees facing me, eyes shut, naked, sitting reverse cowboy riding his naked friend Jeff’s hard cock. They both opened their eyes and froze as they realized I had come into the room. My attention was immediately drawn down to Brian’s enormous hard cock (which was pointing at me) because it was the only thing still bouncing up and down. As I looked back up, I locked eyes with my roommate Brian while he still had Jeff’s cock buried deep up his ass. Both of them just stared up at me from the floor with eyes wide open.

I quickly diverted my eyes and I looked up at the wall behind them and said, “Uhh…sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll come back later.”

I turned to leave and said over my shoulder. “You should have locked the deadbolt.” Then I opened the door and left.

We always had an arrangement that we were supposed to lock the deadbolt if we were with a girl (or apparently in this case, a guy) so the other one would know not to come in. Brian and I have been college roommates going on 3 years now and I had no idea he was gay. He has had girlfriends off and on and the deadbolt deal has always worked for us. Yes, it was Saturday night and I was supposed to be gone for the whole weekend but my plans had changed. Obviously, he wasn’t worried about me walking in and therefore didn’t lock the deadbolt.

Now, I like girls and they are my preferred sex but I have always been bi-curious. Ever since I can remember, I have had many fantasies about being with a guy. BUT, I never have been with a guy. I have always wondered what it would be like to have a real live hard cock in my mouth and inside my ass. So when I found a girl a couple of years back that was super kinky I thought I had hit the lottery. I had dated Jenny for a while and she liked to put a small vibrator in my ass and a small one in her ass while we fucked. To be honest, when I came inside her with a small vibrating dildo up my ass I had some really incredible orgasms. She claimed the same. But in the end, things didn’t work out and we had to go our separate ways.

I have always liked the feeling of something in my ass. For as long as I can remember whenever I take a shower, I enjoy sticking my fingers (1-2 at a time) in my ass. It has become an every shower ritual for me. Sometimes I look forward to a shower just so I can finger fuck myself. So seeing this didn’t gross me out, it kind of excited me. Somewhere deep inside I realized that I wanted to capitalize on this, but how?

Catching Brian and Jeff kind of stirred something deep down inside me. As I walked away from my room with a picture of them having sex burned into my memory, I realized I had a little chub going on in my pants. I figured I would leave and come back in a couple of hours. I am sure it will be awkward between Brian and me at first but we are pretty good friends and we could get beyond it. As for Jeff, he and Brian grew up together and have been friends since they were children. He is a good guy and we party hard and have a good time when he makes it out here every other month. Sometimes he brings his girlfriend who I thought he was pretty serious with and sometimes he doesn’t. Jeff usually brings a bag and stays for the weekend. He usually just crashes on our floor with or without his girlfriend. I am still dumbfounded but a little turned on at what I saw. Just thinking about it pumped a little more blood into my semi-stiff cock.

A couple of hours later I slipped the key back into the lock and turned the handle. I was half expecting the deadbolt to be locked but the door opened smoothly. The lights were on but nobody was there. Brian’s bed was made which is rare and everything was clean. Jeff’s bag and all his things were gone. I was kind of disappointed because I had come up with a fantasy where I catch them again but this time instead of leaving, I join in.

I quickly got ready for bed and hit the sheets. I went to bed fantasizing more than ever about being with a guy. This time one guy in particular. Brian. Now that I knew he was gay or bi I wanted to figure out a way I could capitalize on it to fulfill my fantasies. I thought of so many things I wanted to do to him. I needed to figure out a way of letting him know I was ok with it and that I was willing to be a participant. All I could think about was sucking on his big hard cock as I fell asleep with a big hard on of my own.

I awoke the next morning and looked over at Brian’s bed. Still empty and made. Again, I was kind of disappointed but I got up anyway and started my day. It was a long day and I had a lot of stuff to do. I was in and out of the room all day, always hoping Brian was there when I came in. It was nearing 8pm and I decided to go for a run. I got İzmir Travesti ready and left. About an hour later I got back to the room just as Brian walked out of the bathroom in his in his sweat shorts and tee shirt he usually wears to bed.

With so much anticipation and fantasizing I panicked and said, “Hey.” Then I slipped by him and went into the bathroom. I leaned against the door and tried to catch my breath. I felt my cock begin to stir as all kinds of thoughts flashed through my mind. He must have just taken a shower himself because the mirror was all fogged up. I went over wiped my hand across the mirror so I could see myself. Was this really happening?

Through the door he said, “Can we talk?”

With the anticipation and nerves making me shake I answered, “Y-Y-Yeah we probably should. Let me take a shower first.”

“OK.” He replied.

I moved across the bathroom to turn on the shower. I stepped out of my running shorts freeing my now semi hard cock. I quickly hopped in the warm water. My cock was quickly getting harder and harder as I started to soap up and rinse off. As I washed myself and thought of our pending conversation, I realized my cock was completely hard. I pushed down on it and moved it around a little to try and relieve some of the pressure. I decided right then that tonight was as good a time as any to let him know what was on my mind.

As I was rinsing the soap off I sat down in the tub/shower and let the water hit me. One hand went to my hard cock as I moved the other hand moved down to my ass. Slowly, I slipped one finger inside and then two. I started squeezing my hard cock and fingering myself thinking about Brian’s hard cock. All I could think about was how I wanted to take it in my mouth and suck on it. I even thought about how I would love to let him fuck my virgin ass. After a couple of minutes of fantasizing I decided I should get out before I lost control and started beating off. I didn’t want to waste a good boner. If things went as I hoped, I might need it at 100% tonight.

While I was drying off I realized I didn’t bring in any clean clothes with me. I thought about walking out naked with my hard cock bouncing around and just climbing into bed. I quickly decided I didn’t have the balls to do that. Not yet anyway. I lifted my hard cock up against my waist and wrapped the towel tightly around my waist. I looked in the mirror to see if you could tell I was hard. You could tell if you were looking for it but it wasn’t completely obvious so I left the bathroom.

He was sitting on his bed when I walked out looking really nervous. I felt his eyes on me as I walked across the room, turned and leaned on the dresser wrapped only in a towel. His eyes flicked down to the towel lingered for a second and then back up at me.

“So, about earlier…..” he started. “I don’t know what to say but sorry you had to see that. You are right, I should have locked the deadbolt but I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow. You handled it pretty well considering and I am just glad you didn’t freak out.”

“I was in shock. That was the last thing I ever expected to see.” Not sure what to say I asked, “What happened after I left? When I came back a couple hours later it looked like we had a maid service come in here.”

“Jeff freaked out. He is really worried you are going to call Melanie and tell her what you saw. As soon as you shut the door he jumped up, got dressed, grabbed his bag and left. He was pretty mad at me for not locking the door. He wouldn’t listen to anything I was trying to say.”

“I would never tell Melanie. That is not my story to tell, I hope you will let him know that.”

“That sure is a huge relief for hear. I wasn’t sure how you were going to react either. To be honest with you I didn’t think you would ever talk to me again.”

“I’m a bigger person than that. I have seen you with so many girls, I just didn’t know you liked guys too.” I said.

He was quiet for a minute and then said, “I guess I like both guys and girls but Jeff is the only guy I have ever been with. We started experimenting in high school together and we only do that a few times a year. We both like girls as well and as you know, we usually have girlfriends. I don’t know why we do it, we just like it. I guess I am fucked up in the head. I am still the same guy you have known the past few years. If possible, I still want to remain friends. I will make sure you never see that side of my life again.”

I just stared at him my cock seeming to get harder as he talked. “I know you are the same guy but the picture I have burned in my memory of you will be hard to get past.”

He looked down and said, “I had a feeling you were going to say that.”

“The funny thing is I want to remain friends too. I think I have an idea on how to get that memory out of my head. Are you interested in knowing how?” Konya Travesti I asked.

“Yes, How?” he asked.

This was the moment of truth. With a slightly shaking hand I reached up and undid the towel letting it fall to the floor. My super hard cock sprang free and I looked him in the eyes and said, “We cover up that memory with some memories of our own.”

He just stared at me with a look of shock on his face. He started to say something twice but stopped. I saw something stir in his shorts and that was all the encouragement I needed. I walked across the room and sat next to him on the bed. I reached over and touched his rapidly hardening cock through his shorts and rubbed up and down on it slowly.

I leaned over and whispered into his ear. “I have been bi curious my whole life but I’ve never had the balls or the opportunity to act on it. Catching you two in the act has awakened something deep down inside me. I want to try it all and I want to try it all with you if you are willing.”

A big smile spread across his face and he said, “Actually, I would be more than willing to help you with that. This is the complete opposite direction I thought this conversation was going to go. I guess we are both pretty good at keeping secrets.”

As I continued rubbing his hard cock, he reached over and grabbed ahold of my very very hard exposed cock. His thumb slipped over the head and he made some swirling motions smearing the large amount precum around the top. I shuddered at the feeling as he slowly pumped up and down on my cock. I slid my hand up and down inside his waist band to feel my very first hard and rather large strange cock. It was so warm and velvety smooth to the touch. Unexpectedly, he leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth. With our tongues exploring each other for the first time, we slowly leaned back onto the bed holding firmly onto each others hard stiff cocks. He rolled over on top of me and took his shirt off in the same motion. I reached down and pulled his shorts down and slowly slipped them over his butt and down his legs where he kick them the rest of the way to the floor.

He slowly lay down on top of me, stomach to stomach. With hard cocks pressed firmly against each other he leaned in and kissed me again. We explored each others bodies for the next few minutes. I grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled him tighter into me.

He moved down to my neck and whispered, “Prepare yourself for the best blow job of your life.” He slowly slid down my body licking my chest and stomach all the way down to my hard and waiting cock.

I put both my hands flat on the bed and grabbed onto the sheets in anticipation on what was to come. I felt his hot breath on my cock as he hovered above it. I heard him inhale and he told me how musky and clean I smelt. I next felt his breath near the base of my cock right above my balls. He gently wrapped his hand around the base and it made me shudder. I felt him move closer and then with just the tip of his tongue he reached out and licked my cock. He slowly worked his way up to the shaft with only the tip of his tongue. He stopped before he got to my throbbing head and moved down the side of my cock with the side of his tongue.

This felt so good.

He then worked his way back up the other side of the shaft with just the side of his tongue. Again, he stopped before he reached the tip. He then slowly zig zagged his way back down the underside of my cock with the just the tip of his tongue again. He started licking the shaft all over being careful not to touch the sensitive tip. The shaft of my cock was covered in saliva as he slowly pumped up and down with his hand.

He was driving me crazy.

I wanted him to put the head of my cock in his mouth so desperately. He started licking the underside again from the base up with the whole flat of his tongue. This time he didn’t stop as he got to the top. As his tongue passed by the underside of the tip he sent a jolt of electricity deep down into my stomach. He licked it a couple of times like a lollipop which almost made me cum.

As if he could tell I was ready to cum he slipped the entire head of my cock into my mouth. He moved down the shaft halfway and then came back up. I was so hot and turned on. I could tell I was going to come any second. His mouth went back the tip where he swirled his tongue expertly around the mushroom tip while he kept it completely in his mouth. He started pumping my wet slick cock with his hands at the same time. Swirling the head while pumping away on the shaft was quickly pushing me over the edge. I told him I was going to come but he didn’t stop. He just kept swirling and I think he actually started pumping his hand faster and faster.

I grabbed the sheets even tighter and arched my back trying to hold back cumming as long as possible. But it was a battle I wasn’t going to win. The next Antalya Travesti thing I knew, a bolt of lightning shot from my deep inside my stomach up the shaft of my cock and out the tip. If my cock hadn’t been in his mouth, I swear I would have shot a load of cum on the ceiling. He didn’t even break stride. He kept swirling and pumping. With each beat of my rapidly beating heart, I shot lightning bolt after lightning bolt of cum in his mouth.

He kept pumping my shaft but stopped swirling his tongue only to swallow his reward. Even as he swallowed, my cock never left the comfort of his wonderful warm wet mouth. He went back to swirling his tongue as he received that last few spurts from deep within me. I tried to back away from the intense pleasure but he moved with me.

I begged him to stop.

I needed to catch my breath. I could feel him laugh a little as he finally slowed down and let my cock pop out of his mouth. I was finally able to catch my breath after one of the most intense orgasms of my life. With his hand still wrapped around the base of my cock he slowly moved it up and down while he took a couple of breaths of air himself. We were both breathing pretty heavily.

After a couple of seconds he leaned forward and sucked my very sensitive cock about halfway and moved slowly up and down on it. I flinched because of the sensitivity but it felt really good. I watched as his lips slowly moved up and down on my slowly deflating cock. He slid up beside me and slipped his tongue into my mouth. We kissed for few minutes as I tasted the leftovers of my own cum. I reached down and grabbed onto his hard cock.

“It’s your turn now.” I said. I slowly slipped off the bed and got on my knees. “Why don’t you come over here and stand in front of me.”

He slipped off the bed and stood directly in front of me with his hands on his hips. His big hard cock was inches from my face. I have dreamed of doing this for so long. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do. I reached up and ran my fingers up and down the shaft a couple of times. It throbbed and bounced up and down a couple of times as I did this. I closed my hand around it and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was so smooth and warm. He groaned a little as I did this and he leaned towards me.

Taking the hint, I stuck out my tongue and licked the precum covered tip. I licked it all around tasting him. I really wanted to feel this monster cock in my mouth.

It was now or never.

The head was so big I had to open my mouth all the way. I covered my bottom teeth with my tongue and slowly slipped the head in my mouth. I felt it hit the roof of my mouth and I started licking and sucking careful to keep it safely away from my teeth. I went down on it as far as I could and then slowly let my lips and tongue slide back towards the tip. I pumped my hands up and down the shaft as I licked and sucked on his huge cock.

It was so smooth on my tongue. I wanted him to make him cum so badly. I really really wanted to taste his juice. I paid really close attention to the sensitive area under the tip with my tongue. I swirled around the head with my tongue as I pumped his slick smooth shaft with my hand.

He groaned again. A little louder this time.

He reached out to put his hands on my head and slowly pulled my face down further onto his cock. As soon as the tip touched the back of my throat, he would pull me back and push me back down on it. We did this a few times before I felt a change in his movements. He was slowly speeding up moving me back and forth. I pumped his cock faster with my hand to meet this motion.

He was really groaning now. A lot louder.

I felt him tense up and his head seemed to get swell up even bigger inside my mouth. His knees seemed to buckle a little and then the next thing I know he is shooting load after load of hot cum in my mouth. It was warm, salty and thick. I didn’t want to drop any of it. It tasted so good. I wanted it all. I was loving every ounce of it.

I pumped faster and faster and kept my mouth and tongue moving over the head as he came. He filled my mouth up quickly so I swallowed my first load of cum as he was still cumming. He filled my mouth up about halfway before he finally stopped cumming. I kept sucking and stroking to make sure I got every bit of it. Finally, I looked up at him, pulled my mouth off of his cock and showed him my prize.

He laughed and asked, “You like it?”

I smiled and responded with his delicious cum still in my mouth, “umm hmm.”

I swallowed my treasure and realized there was some on my chin. I swiped it up into my mouth and licked my fingers clean. I leaned forward went back to licking and sucking on his slowly shrinking cock. I cleaned it up and was rewarded with a few last little droplets.

Finally, he fell back onto the bed and I stood up and climbed up on top of him. I went in for a kiss as we went back to exploring with our tongues and our hands. Within a few minutes, my newly rock hard cock was pushing into him again. He grabbed my ass and tightly pulled me against him.

“You want to fuck me?” he asked.

To be continued…..

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Jack was in a strange and curious mood, he couldn’t help it. He was straight, but today he was feeling the urge to be used; it didn’t matter if it was by a man or a woman and being realistic, he knew that he had more chance of finding a male who’d take that role.

He supposed he was just feeling horny, kinky and curious. It’s probably not that unusual for straight men. He’d certainly felt that way before, though not very often, but had never dared to do anything about it. Also, in the past he had found that this mood didn’t usually last very long. This time though, maybe it would be different. If only he could just pluck up the courage.

Just thinking about it made him even more excited, so he decided to give it a try. Still, he felt very nervous as he logged onto a certain website and composed the following ad:

Forty year old straight male, feeling curious, horny and kinky. Tallish, medium build, passable looks and average sized cock. I could visit you and safe-word permitting, do as I’m told. Male, female or couple will do. Grab me while I’m still in the mood. Tonight only.

He read it over and immediately had second thoughts. Dare he? He noticed that his hands were shaking. To hell with it, you only live once. He hit send and felt a surge of adrenaline, his heart pounded. He’d done it. Well, he still didn’t have to go through with it and anyway, he’d probably get no replies.

For the next thirty minutes he kept hitting refresh to see if there was a reply, but nothing. Calm down man, it’s only been half an hour. But he couldn’t calm down. It was just as well that he’d written ‘tonight only’, as otherwise he’d be in suspense indefinitely. After another thirty minutes, he forced himself to stop checking every few minutes. Just do it in thirty minute intervals. Keep calm and read some Literotica stories instead. Yes, that would pass the time. Still, the anticipation itself was quite thrilling and even if nothing happened, he’d got some kicks.

An hour later, Jack hit refresh yet again. Bloody hell, there was a reply. He nervously opened it.

You’re lucky. Thirty year old male here. Reply by 7 pm or you’ll miss out.

Jack Kadıköy travesti reread the message a few times, shaking. It had really happened. Could he go through with it?

Yes, he could. He obtained the details and was soon staring at the doorbell of an apartment about an hour’s drive away. He could still turn around and go home and almost did twice, but finally he decided that he really was going to do this. He pressed the button and the door was soon opened by a reasonable looking young man. Jack was pleasantly surprised.

Jack was told to “come inside, stand still and say nothing till I tell you to”, so he entered and stood stock still with his arms by his side.

“Kneel down with your face on the carpet.”

The immediacy of the command thrilled Jack, he was feeling shaky and very excited already. He quickly followed the orders.

The man walked behind Jack, out of sight. After a few seconds Jack felt a presence lowering behind him and a firm hand reached under him and felt his erect penis forcing it to twitch and harden further. It was then released.

“Good. Follow me.”

Jack followed the man into the kitchen where there was a small stack of unwashed dishes.

“Wash these up.”

This wasn’t quite what Jack had expected, but being ordered about in this way was surprisingly thrilling, even if it was just to wash up dishes. He set about his task, being careful to do a thorough job, removing each stain and rinsing every item. The man watched him carefully, examining each item.

When he was about half way through, Jack felt a leather collar being placed around his neck, then tightened, firmly but not too tight. His cock twitched and firmed in response, even more so when he heard the click of a leash being attached to the collar.

As he continued washing, the man gently tugged the leash, causing Jack’s neck to be gradually moved forward and back and side to side. Jack did not resist.

“Remove your clothes.”

Jack removed his hands from the soapy water and slowly did as instructed. Soon he was naked and could see the leash dangling down his front. The man occasionally Kurtköy travesti flicked the leash so that it touched the end of Jack’s protruding penis, then placed the end of the leash around Jack’s cock and balls. The design was such that the handle end could be tightened, so Jack’s cock and balls were firmly tied into a bundle. Since the leash wasn’t very long, Jack’s head was forced to lower slightly to prevent too much pressure under his balls. He could see a little spot of pre-cum on the end of his now shiny knob. The man wiped it onto his finger and said “stick out your tongue”.

Having been obeyed, he wiped that finger onto Jack’s proffered tongue. Not having been told otherwise, Jack continued to hold out his come coated tongue. It took effort, but Jack did it, keeping it there for over a minute before the man said “now eat it”. Jack at once swallowed the pre-cum, then showed his tongue again to prove it.

When he had finished, Jack stood still again, heart racing, unsure what to do.

“Get on your knees in front of me and tell me something dirty.”

Jack thought to himself and then offered: “I’m straight and hardly ever think of cock, but I am in a very funny mood and am willing to suck your big, thick, hard cock and do whatever you tell me to do.”

“Dirtier.”

Again Jack pondered. It wasn’t really his thing, but he really was in a strange mood. “Um, you could piss on me.”

The man nodded. “Interesting. OK, that’s a good enough answer for now.”

With that, the man unzipped his fly and produced his cock. It wasn’t huge, but Jack hadn’t seen many cocks close up and it seemed pretty big to him. A little longer than his and quite a bit thicker. And rock hard.

Not quite knowing what the man was going to do, Jack watched as the man gripped the centre of the leash and twisted. He felt his head being pushed forward by the leash so that his lips touched the purple helmet and the tension on his cock and balls was increased.

Now that it was so close, Jack decided that it really was quite big and wondered if he could take it. Heart racing, he opened his mouth and the man slowly guided Pendik travesti it in.

“Put your hands behind your back and prepare to be throat fucked by this, straight guy.”

Jack did as he was told, allowing his head to be pulled forward and backwards by the leash as the man plunged his thick cock in and out of his mouth, tasting the man’s muskiness and saltiness. He had to battle to stay upright on his knees as the thrusts on the lead got more energetic and at times he almost lost the battle, only to be righted by a suitable jerk on the lead that tugged his neck back in line.

Being completely inexperienced at this sort of thing, he was unsure exactly what to do, so he just sucked and licked as best he could. After a few minutes of this he felt the huge member twitch and the man forced his cock to the base of his throat and holding Jack’s head firmly down, the man groaned and blasted his come down Jack’s throat. Jack gasped and gagged as the hot liquid poured into him. He managed to swallow a lot of it, but come was coming out of his nose and some dribbled down his chin.

The man withdrew from Jack’s mouth and looked down at him.

“Hmm, that was acceptable; now clean me up and swallow every drop.”

Jack carefully licked every last drop from the man’s deflating member then scooped the leftover come on his chin, nose and neck into his mouth.

“OK that’ll do for today. Get dressed and go home. Keep an eye on your email account though. I may contact you again or I may not. You have no way of knowing.”

With that, the man undid the leash and collar and left the room, leaving Jack alone, naked and erect.

Jack was surprised and frustrated, but he knew that there was nothing he could do, so he picked his clothes up and got dressed. As he closed the front door, he had one last look to see if the man would change his mind, but there was no sign of him. Reluctantly, Jack closed the door and made his way home.

On arriving, he was still in a state of high tension, so he went straight to his computer and checked his emails.

Nothing.

Sighing, he went to lie down, undid his trousers and with the memory of the night’s events still fresh, wanked himself off. It didn’t take long. He then scooped up a globule of come and put it in his mouth, something he could not remember ever having done before.

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Hektor took his seat towards the back of the room to avoid the stares that followed him everywhere. He didn’t really want to be at the auction, but his employer liked to show off his impressive private army.

“Excuse me, madam, would you please bring me a bottle of wine?” he asked the serving girl, careful to keep his voice low and his expression empty.

Still, the girl tripped over her own feet going to get the wine.

Hektor sighed. He was much larger than average men, nearly six feet and ten inches, and very muscular. He was half-titan, a killing machine. His voice was like an earthquake, deep and rumbling. He knew people were frightened of him. On the battlefield, that was fine. During peacetimes though, it was a burden. It was hard to get intimate when the very sight of him sent potential lovers running.

The servant brought the wine and rushed away after a quick, respectful bow.

Hektor drank straight from the bottle as the festivities began. A young female slave was led to center stage and the auctioneer highlighted a few of her attributes before starting the bidding. Soon, she was sold and another girl took her place.

Hektor finished his bottle by the time the fifth girl had been sold and really wanted more, but he didn’t want to frighten anyone while trying to get the attention of the servants.

“And now, for a special treat for those of you with exotic taste…” the announcer began. “A rare and exquisite creature from the celestial heights and the pits of hell.”

Hektor watched the stage now with rapt attention. The room was silent. Finally, a man holding a chain stepped onto the stage. Following behind him was something Hektor had never seen before.

Part demon, part angel. A boy with creamy, perfect skin and patches of silver, leathery demon scales forming a star on his stomach and shoulders, clothed only with a belt and strip of cloth to hide his genitals. His hair was like pure snow, thick and hung perfectly straight just past his earlobes. He had horns that were dark as obsidian, but had been sanded down to dull, nearly flat surfaces. His lips were full and pink and the tips of sharp fangs peeked out. His wide eyes were different colors, one a stormy grey, the other emerald green. On his back were skeletal wings that seemed to be made of ragged black leather.

Hektor felt a stirring in his cock. He wanted this beautiful creature.

The unusual, beautiful boy was forced to his knees and the cheeks of his perfect ass spread, revealing a tight, pink opening. “Virginal,” the auctioneer said. “Shall we start the bidding with five thousand in gold?”

Hektor saw his employer’s card go up. A slight buzzing in the back of his head made his eye twitch. Another patron topped the bid with six thousand. The bid was driven upwards, to ten thousand, eleven thousand…until finally it seemed to settle at twenty thousand gold bars. The auctioneer was about to call it and award the boy to Hektor’s employer, when Hektor threw his card in the air.

The room filled with whispers. Hektor looked around menacingly and they were silent.

Furiously, the two men raised their bid again and again, driving the price to unheard of heights. Thirty thousand…forty thousand…

Hektor stood. Those closest to him flinched away. “One hundred thousand gold bars,” Hektor announced, letting his powerful voice reverberate throughout the room.

After thirty painful seconds, Hektor was awarded the boy.

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Hektor supervised the slaves as the last of the gold bars were loaded onto a wagon. The accountants recounted to be sure the amount was right. It was more gold than anyone had ever seen, and everyone wondered where Hektor had gotten it. He let them wonder. He didn’t want to have to explain to them that he would never die and had been a mercenary for seventy maslak escort of his one hundred years.

A carriage led by two dapple mares arrived and the auctioneer from the previous night was helped down by two attractive female slaves. He jerked the chain he was holding in his hand and the beautiful boy stumbled into the mud.

Hektor’s vision shook and his limbs started to tingle, ready for battle. He held himself back from ripping the man’s head off and contented himself with nearly crushing all the bone’s in the auctioneer’s hand as he took the chain.

“You must sign,” the auctioneer said, cradling his red, swollen hand as his assistant presented Hektor with a crisp document.

Once he had signed and the drivers left his courtyard he turned and looked down at the boy kneeling before him. Hektor bent down. The boy flinched and shivered with fear. The boy’s fear made Hektor more self-conscious and it was difficult for him to control the trembling in his large hands as he removed the leather collar from the boy’s white neck.

Careful of the volume of his voice, Hektor asked as pleasantly as he could, “Would you like to come inside?”

The boy rose to his feet, staring at Hektor the whole time. The boy stood at barely five feet and five inches tall.

Hektor led him inside the manor. He considered taking his boy to the bedroom, but he didn’t want to frighten the fragile young man who looked so small, still barely clothed. Instead he took his new companion to the parlor, a room filled with shelves upon shelves of books and expensive furniture.

“Sit,” Hektor instructed.

The boy was startled by Hektor’s voice and fled to a luxurious couch.

Hektor turned and went to his quarters, where he retrieved one of his own finest shirts. He carefully presented it to the boy, who stared at it in silence. Slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements, Hektor unfolded the shirt and draped it over the boy’s shoulders. He took the boy’s hands and guided his arms into the sleeves and then slowly buttoned the shirt, feeling the heat rising from the boy’s skin.

Once he had finished, Hektor took a seat in the chair across from the boy.

They sat in silence for a moment.

“My name is Hektor,” he said.

The boy nodded and stared at Hektor in silence.

“May I know your name?” Hektor asked delicately.

The boy blinked twice and then whispered, “I am Gir.”

Hektor smiled. There was another stretch of silence and Hektor grew slightly irritated at the way Gir continued to stare at him. “Why are you looking at me?” Hektor nearly growled.

Gir started to tremble. “I…I just…”

“Answer!” Hektor barked.

Gir’s eyes filled with tears and he blurted, “Your…hair…is on fire.”

Hektor sheepishly ran his fingers through his coppery hair. He had, of course, expected a comment about his hulking size and he was both pleased and embarrassed by Gir’s reply. “It’s not fire,” he said. “You may touch it if you’d like.”

Gir nodded nervously. Hektor kneeled in front of him again and the boy reached out. His small, delicate hand lightly brushed over Hektor’s hair. The two smiled nervously. Hektor reached up and touched one of Gir’s sanded down horns. He felt extremely colossal and clumsy as he touched someone so small and fragile. His large hand could have easily crushed Gir’s head. He trailed his finger down the curve of the boy’s jaw, on to his neck, and down to the collar of the borrowed shirt. Hektor undid the top buttons and started to touch the patch of demon hide on Gir’s shoulder.

Suddenly Gir shied away from Hektor’s touches, gathering the material of the rather loose shirt around his body.

“Why did you do that?” Hektor demanded.

“I’m sorry,” Gir replied quickly. His body began to shake.

“Do you fear me?” Hektor asked.

“Yes.” Gir was sobbing now, tears streaming down his boyish face. “I’m sorry, so-so sorry.”

Hektor sighed and aksaray escort covered his face with his hand, trying to control his temper. Everything inside him wanted to just take what was his, what he had paid for. But how could he live with the guilt if he did that?

“I won’t hurt you,” Hektor said, but he knew his tone was unconvincing even if his words were true.

Gir continued to softly cry and Hektor grew less angry and more concerned.

“S-sorry. I know I’m bad. I’m sorry. Please, I’m so s-s-sorry.”

Hektor stood and wrapped his arms around the boy. At first Gir fought to get away, but after a moment he pressed close to Hektor and let his tears fall. After about five minutes, Gir calmed himself and looked up at Hektor.

“Master, I—”

“Hektor. You are to call me Hektor.”

“I didn’t mean to act so shamefully,” Gir murmured.

Hektor felt a warm rush from the pit of his stomach to his chest. “It wasn’t shameful.” The warmness in his chest throbbed. “You are scared, that’s understandable. This is a strange place, I am a strange man.”

Gir timidly stroked Hektor’s cheek. “You are not strange, Mas…Hektor.”

“Do you think so?”

Gir nodded. “You are very nice. N-no one else has ever allowed me to wear…clothes.”

Hektor lightly touched Gir’s hair and then slowly tilted his head down. With his other hand, he tilted Gir’s chin up. Tears clung to Gir’s long eyelashes like morning dew. Their lips met and it sent electricity through Hektor, down to his cock, which was now rapidly lengthening and thickening. A soft gasp left Gir’s lips and he backed away from Hektor, and then pressed forward. Gir’s soft lips parted and Hektor slid his tongue into the boy’s sweet mouth. Hektor’s hand left Gir’s hair in order to free his cock from his pants. The throbbing organ bounced slightly as it was freed. Gir shivered and started to press against Hektor’s tongue with his.

Hektor’s fingers fumbled with the buttons, but soon Gir’s loose shirt fell open, the back sliding down to reveal his haunting wings. Hektor trailed kisses down to Gir’s pert nipples and teased one with his tongue. Gir shivered and moaned softly. “Oh…” he panted. “Oh…please…no more.”

Hektor smiled and continued. Gir started to struggle. Hektor didn’t mind it so much until suddenly Gir’s knee collided with the side of his head.

Hektor jerked away and felt like a swarm of bees had been disturbed right between his eyes, a rushing, buzzing feeling. He rose and towered over Gir, who had immediately realized his error. He cowered and sniffed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…I’m so sorry.”

Hektor felt a tender lump forming close to his temple, which added to the feeling of losing control. He grabbed Gir by the wrist and forced the boy onto the floor, then twisted his arm and forced his face down to the floor. His tender ass was in the air and Hektor spanked him, barely controlling his force. Gir cried out in pain. “I’m sorry!”

Hektor spanked him again. “This is how you repay my kindness?” he said through clenched teeth. He spanked the boy again, harder than he had meant to. The titan half of him reveled in causing the boy pain, but his human side held on enough to stop him from breaking the boy’s pelvis as he spanked him again.

Gir’s pale ass was now red and he still trembled and sobbed. “I didn’t mean to! Please!”

Hektor sneered. “I had planned to be gentle,” he hissed.

Gir tried to wiggle free. “Please. Please, no. Can’t I have a second chance? Please!”

Hektor spat in his hand and rubbed it into the crack of Gir’s ass. He penetrated the tight hole with one finger and Gir yelped.

“Oh! Please stop. It hurts!”

Hektor fingered him harder and Gir tried desperately to escape. His struggles grew more and more annoying until Hektor finally reached out at grabbed both of Gir’s wings in his giant hand and yanked.

Gir let out an unearthly scream of pain which shocked Hektor into letting escort istanbul him go completely. The frightened boy moved so quickly his image blurred. Gir found refuge in the fireplace. The flames rose around him, but did not burn him. Gir curled into the fetal position and sobbed.

Hektor hung his head in shame. He’d hurt Gir. His temper had taken over once again and now the boy was surrounded by flame, unreachable, and all Hektor wanted was to reach out and stroke his hair again.

“Come out, please,” Hektor said softly.

“No! You pulled my wings! You…you…jerk!” Gir shouted and started to sob harder. “Hurts…hurts…”

“I regret doing that, Gir. Come out.”

“No!”

“Please, give me a chance to explain.”

Gir yelped and the flames around him grew.

“I have trouble with my temper,” Hektor started to explain; though he wasn’t sure the boy was listening. “I am half titan…do you know what that is?”

The boy did not reply.

Hektor shut his eyes tightly and began to confess. “Titans are cousins of giants, but violent. They like to hurt people and to destroy. I have a temper. I lost control. Please, Gir, I did not mean to hurt you so badly.”

When he opened his eyes, Hektor saw that the flames had died and Gir was timidly crawling out of the fireplace. His tears had left white trails in his soot covered face and pieces of ash had settled in his hair.

“You look tired,” Hektor said gently. “Follow me, I’ll show you my bed. You can rest.”

Gir hiccupped and stood to follow Hektor.

***

Hektor left the room once Gir had drifted off to sleep nestled in the many pillows that decorated his bed.

He paced the rooms of his manor, wondering how he should be feeling.

He had been completely wrong to strike the boy. The fact that he had penetrated Gir’s virginal opening against his will was utterly immoral. But why did Hektor care?

He was a cold, seasoned warrior. He had fought in wars long before Gir’s parents had even been created. He had killed so many men he could no longer bear to think of it. He had fought on both sides of a war, turning against his own friends. Nothing mattered to him.

But Gir…so soft, beautiful, innocent…

Hurting him that way was the worst thing Hektor had ever done. He had to make it right.

He went into the kitchen area. His cook was gone to the market so Hektor stepped outside into the small garden. He took in a deep breath of fresh air and let it out, along with a growl of frustration.

He stared at the garden, hoping to find answers, but instead he found a ripe honeydew melon. Hektor wondered if Gir had ever tasted the fruit before. He carried the melon inside and sliced it. He was not skilled with handling food and managed to cut his own finger before he was able to cut the melon into small pieces. He placed the pieces into a wooden bowl and carried it to his bedroom where he sat and waited for Gir to open his eyes.

Gir yawned and stretched, much like a kitten, and Hektor’s heart melted.

“I brought you something,” he said.

Gir jerked in surprise and then blushed. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.”

Gir nodded. “Sorry.” He flinched, as if expecting punishment, but none came.

“Have you ever tasted melon?”

Gir shook his head.

“I brought you some. To sort of…apologize for earlier.”

Gir moved his wings slightly, as if remembering the pain. “I deserved it.”

“No… no, you did not.”

Gir wrapped his arms around his shins and stared at Hektor.

Hektor shifted uncomfortably and then sat on the bed. He took a piece of fruit in his hand and held it in front of Gir’s mouth. Gir’s small, pink tongue darted out to taste it. His eyes lit up from enjoyment of the sweetness. Hektor trailed the fruit over Gir’s lips, before allowing him to bite it. The boy closed his eyes and sighed with appreciation.

Hektor continued to feed Gir until the boy had had his fill. Hektor then kissed the traces of sweetness on Gir’s lips.

As much as he wanted to, Hektor knew he couldn’t push it any further than gentle kisses. Instead, he gathered Gir into his arms and pet the boys hair. He felt Gir yawn and stretch a little and then the beautiful boy relaxed against Hektor’s chest and slept again.

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I was minding my own business on a Saturday afternoon just browsing around the shops wishing I was able to afford a few more things to impress friends who lately seemed to be draining away, like I was a leper or something, so truth be a was now a little vulnerable when out of nowhere there appeared beside me as I gawped at a great pair of brush jeans that attracted me, this guy who just started talking as if he’d known me forever.

“Can see by the look in your eyes you would really like to buy ’em Huh?” he said like he was reading my mind.

I said yes I would but I had no dosh.

“Shame” he said, you’d look good in those” He gave me that certain lustful look.

“You speak as if you know me,” I queried.

“Well I feel I do in a way, this is not a very big town after all so you get to know folks not personally but by their looks. My Name is Harry, what’s yours?” He asked

“Pete,” I happily responded, he seemed a nice guy and me being a little low on friends welcomed the possibly of making a new one.

“To be honest you do stand out, Pete – I have seen you several times lately around and about on your own, looking like you could do with some real company.”

It was like he was my guardian angel and I found myself soon chilling with him not feeling awkward at all and that was great, especially when he treated me to a sausage roll and coffee in a local café.

We soon got to sharing our personal; details, me telling him I was looking for a job – in fact I was in dire need.

He responded straight away , he said I was an ideal; model for his photography studio and he would be glad to take me on if I was willing.

I was more than willing, I asked him what sort of modelling.

He paused and said “Are you ready for this. Pete?”

Me – then not being quite so prepared in thinking maybe it was somthing to do with pornography – and how sarıyer escort could I cope with that!

“Tell me?” I asked nervously.

“I do photographs for Gay Magazine he told me and you have got the physique and the looks they want, right?”

And while we are on the subject, Pete – are you gay?”

Well one thing led to another, it was something I had never thought about seriously to be truthful, but having said that I have realised quite often that it is not only women who attract me.

I felt comfortable with Harry and let it all out. Well not exactly I was gay ‘cos I liked girls too.

“That’s how it happens quite often, it did with me, ” he said openly, “sometimes it just takes something to spark it off, those deep set feelings that really need to come out, I have come out now and feel so much the better for it. But I can equally go for a woman as well if there is the attraction and the need.

“Tell you what let me take you to my studio , it is just down the road, give you the look of what I do.”

I was keen and felt encouraged with Harry’s so smooth approach, and seeing how he looked at me I felt excited too, and I really think he noticed that, just the touch of his hand on mine was enough to break the ice and in no time at all, chatting all the way as we walked along the high street, we’d arrived at his studio.

He unlocked the front door and prompted me to go up a small flight of stairs telling me his studio was at the top.

But half way up he said for me not to hurry, there was plenty of time. I realised what he was at when I felt the most divine touch behind, Harry saying: “That’s right,. Pete just chill as you are for a moment, I want to enjoy you from every angle. Well my excuse being that a good photographer need to study his subject from all angles to get the best picture!”

And fındıkzade escort there he was below and behind me on the steep stairway – really enjoying me, his hands everywhere, over my butt, between my legs and feeling my defenceless cock.. It did not seem odd at all, it was so wonderful and experience, I started to realise this is the sort of relationship I really wanted, closing my eyes and swaying my hips I just chilled and enjoyed, I felt his head press between my thighs, heard him sniffing me there, whispering what a great ass I had, and how he lusted to fuck me and would I go for that.

Well he had got me into a real state, the thought of his fuck interested me, even though I had never been fucked before, yet I felt a hunger I knew when I was a teenager, when the hormones started setting in, had it been ten years since then?, had I been without it all that time not realising my true leaning?.

Whatever, Harry was well and truly making me realise now and by the time we reached the top of the stairs he’d ripped down my jeans and briefs and was rubbing his nose between my ass which was truly a sensation I had never ever envisaged, all I new it was a wonderful feeling, just being there like that, bent over the stair rail with my bare ass pronounced and ripe for him, then I felt his massage of me there, his hands squeezing each cheek and releasing as he further ventured to lubricate my hole with his busy mouth, saying I tasted lovely and I was ripe for fucking big time and would I like to see his cock.

We had only just arrived and there I was kneeling down between his legs and being prompted to look at his very large specimen as he brought it out from behind his dropped trousers for full view.

“How’s that, Pete” have you ever seen one like that before?”

I was facing his upright cock, he stretching it back as I took istanbul escort in his scent, I felt good about it, it seemed right, it looked good and appealing.

“Suck it for me ,Pete?” He asked – “I love that.”

I paused to take one step at a time. Okay I had imagined what it would be like to suck cock, if only I could have reached mine orally, what a thought that was, here was I now with the real opportunity to see just how it felt to suck one

I gingerly opened my mouth to take in the first feel of it between my lips, I felt its pulsing, Harry holding it upright for me, prompting me to get on with it.

I felt is slide into my mouth over my tongue and instantly tasted the earthiness about it, a mixture of sea salt taste and as I started to such it was enormously soothing, looking up and seeing his lusty expression.

I loved the pliability of it moving around beautifully in my mouth, I sucked it for some time, getting use to the idea, its throb grew and grew and his throat noises became like he was going to shoot his load any minute.

But he yelled he wanted my fuck, pulled it away from my mouth with a slurp, ‘ordered’ me to bend over on all fours on his thick pile carpet and in a moment I was feeling just how it was to be fucked up the ass, his balls bouncing against my cheeks as he thrust in and out for me, it was hurting like hell for while and yet, after a few thrusts, I felt this numbness and it became wonderfully sensual, the thought of my being all ass for this lovely guy who was enjoying me so much was overwhelming. His cock was gorgeous and gave me suck wonderful feelings inside, he wanked me as he got to the final surge and I felt his last thrust surge deep inside me as he squeezed the spunk from my cock and we both came together.

It was divine.

He showed me how he wanted me in the studio as I took on his offer for Gay Boy magazine, he said at the age of twenty I was the perfect model and he would make lots of money out of me. And in return he paid me handsomely and the bonus was a regular helping of his cock which was always divine, and of course his regular assault on my more than willing passage.

Harry called it his passage to heaven!

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“We could dress as girls!?”

He was actually smiling at me. Smiling at me across the dinner table in our packed out college cafeteria. He was actually pleased with his suggestion. What the hell was he thinking?

“Hey I’m up for that if you two are!” John chirped in rather too enthusiastically for my liking.

It was always the same, October would be rolling by and we didn’t have a clue of what we were going to wear at Tom’s annual Halloween bash.

“I don’t know guys, it’s a little, um, weird, don’t you think?” I asked. I didn’t really like the idea of dressing up as a girl.

“Oh come on Dan! It’s Halloween! Live a little!” Tom didn’t have an inhibited bone in his body. Last year he dressed as Tarzan, using only a pair of speedos two sizes too small. It wasn’t pretty. “I mean what type of outfit were you thinking?”

Tom thought for a while as John smiled stupidly at the idea of the three of us dressed up like girls. “Nurses!” Tom finally said rather loudly.

“Umm,” I sat quietly for a moment contemplating his suggestion, “I really don’t know about this.”

“Do it!” Tom and John sang at me in unison. “It’s only one day out of the year and once you get the wig on and a little make-up people will hardly recognise you. After a night on the booze how many of them will remember you dressed as a nurse?” Tom continued.

I had to admit that Tom’s logic had its merits, but the butterflies were circling my stomach already. “Ok, I’ll do it, but please promise me that you’ll not get anything too revealing?”

“I’ll make sure of it!” Tom said with a broad grin.

—

That was two weeks ago and that whole conversation was still fresh in my mind. However, here I stood in front of my mother’s full-length mirror checking myself out in the ‘not revealing’ costume Tom had gotten me. I have to admit that I did make a decent enough girl. I had never really had much body hair, so the light fuzz beneath my fishnets was barely visible, even to the touch. In addition, the fake boobs Tom had given me sat rather nicely beneath the lacy black bra. Once I had applied the lipstick and my short blonde bob was in place, I didn’t look half-bad. However, the issue I had been with the white skirt that barely passed my waist. It didn’t even cover the stocking tops. I was seriously worried about flashing the bikini panties Tom had given me to wear. I just hoped I wouldn’t’ need to bend over. If I was supposed to be dressed as a health worker, I was one of the sexiest I’d ever seen!

“Damn you Tom, I knew you’d pull this kind of shit!” I wasn’t best pleased, but thought back to what Tom had said, and he was right. Nobody would really pay attention and most of the party would be too drunk to care.

—

The three of us were a big hit. Most of the other guys were dressed as vampires or some film star; generally, they were dressed in their normal attire just with a pair of fangs or fake blood down their white tees, not overly impressive.

We, on the other hand, were getting all the attention. Girls were flirting with us left, right and centre. Joking with us about make-up tips and asking to borrow our heels. Even the guys joined in the joke. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had my butt squeezed with a levent escort “Would you like to see my thermometer?” whispered into my ear. One guy, from another high school, even tried hitting on me before he realized I wasn’t what he thought. It was more fun than I expected and the night ended all too soon.

The party slowed to a whimper and around 2am the last of the guests left. Tom had pulled; being it was his house they were up in his room. I hadn’t seen John for a few hours but he only lived down the street so I assumed he’d left or found another little spot to crash. Me, I spotted the couch and zeroed in. I was too drunk to function and was asleep before my head landed.

—

“Well hello there what have we here?” I could hear the deep voice quietly purring beside me but didn’t pay it any mind. I hadn’t been asleep for long but my mind was just a fog of nothingness and for all I knew I could have been dreaming. In fact, when the soft hand began stroking my thigh I knew I must me dreaming. It felt too good to be anything else.

“Mmmmmm” I moaned as I felt the hand slide beneath the hem of my skirt.

“Oh I see, you like that do you babygirl?” The voice was calm and strong in my ear; I could almost feel the breath against the back of my head. “That’s it little one, just lie there and let Daddy make you feel good.”

It did feel good. The hand was strong as it squeezed my thigh. Each stroke beneath my skirt got higher and higher until the large hand gently squeezed my cheek. “mmm” I let another moan escape my lips as I continued to imagine all the sensations these mysterious hands were giving me. God they felt so real, I even felt my cock stir and begin to stiffen.

The large digits began manipulating my cheeks with more vigour as time went on and with each passing moment my staff thickened its modest six inches and the moans became more frequent.

“That’s a good little girl; do you like Daddy teasing you like that?” The deep voice questioned.

“Mmmmhmmmm,” a muffled hum into the cushion was all I could muster in response, the reply I got however, I didn’t expect.

Zzzzzippp! I knew that sound, the familiar sound of a zipper dragged down its 5-inch metal track. Whomever the dream hands belonged to, it was clear the situation had them just as turned on as me. I was turning on this mysterious dream invader and I loved the idea. As I focused on the light grunting, I had forgotten about the curious hands squeezing my butt. That didn’t last long as I felt a large digit digging beneath my panties and slipping between my cheeks. I let out a little gasp of surprise. I imagined I’d do that even if I were awake. The finger kept sliding between my cheeks until I felt it press gently against my asshole. I have to admit the way I imagined it was rather nice, even tickled a little bit. Even as he pushed a little harder, I liked it, although it was starting to hurt.

“Oh baby, you’re a tight little one aren’t you?” My mysterious dream lover asked, “We’ll have to loosen you up a little before I try you on for size.”

That was all the voice said before withdrawing his hand from my panties. I felt alone, vacant, the hands had left me and it was almost cold. Then I felt the couch move. topkapı escort The cushions depressed around my head and I could tell something new was about to be introduced to my dream.

Totally caught in my dream world I was revelling. I had never felt like this. I knew the voice and hands belonged to a man but for some reason it didn’t matter, after all this was just a dream. Moreover, I couldn’t wait for what this mystery man had in store for me next. Through bleary eyes, I could see a large socked foot land beside my head, depressing the couch, which told me all I needed to know. Tilting my head up my eyes traced the line of his large thigh to a jean clad crotch inches from me. What I didn’t expect was to see the monolith that seemed eager to introduce itself.

Standing straight up from the hole in his jeans was an extremely vicious looking cock. Even through the haze of sleep I could tell there was even more hidden from view but it stood at least 6 inches from what I could tell and the lattice of veins trailing its shaft made it look so damn thick. A large hand cradled my cheek as I heard the deep voice coo at me again.

“Do you like what Daddy’s got for you young lady? Would you like Daddy to feed you?” His tone was intoxicating and in this dream scenario, I could be anything I wanted, and I have to admit that at that moment I did want to be his young lady. His cock looked magnificent! Gently the hand lifted my head up, whilst the other tilted his cock downwards. Then there I was, faced with a solid cock. He pressed the tip against my lips; I could feel the soft spongy skin of his cockhead begin to spread my lips. His hand moved around to the back of my head and encouraged me to take him inside my mouth. I could feel my own cock throb against my belly as the tip of this large cock wiggled between my lips. My eyes fixed onto the long veins disappearing into his jeans as he pushed harder, almost impatiently. Then I thought, “Danny, this is a dream, just do it, stop being such a worrier!” Without further thought, I opened my mouth and the large, thick prick eased over my tongue into my mouth.

“Ooooooh yessssss!” the deep voice hissed as his fingers massaged my scalp, feeding me his cock. “That’s my good girl!”

It felt good, damn good. My tongue traced the veins as he sawed the large phallus in and out of my mouth, bouncing my head into his lap repeatedly. I couldn’t get my head around it. None of my dreams had ever been this erotic. I was drunk, lying on my mates couch having my mouth used like a cheap whore and I loved it, and god it felt good, so damn real, almost too…

The realization hit me like a train. My eyes blinked open swiftly as the sensations flooded over me. I wasn’t asleep. I had never been asleep. I was still lying on Tom’s couch only now I was being face fucked by some unknown man. I tried to look up at who it was but lying on my stomach as I was I couldn’t lift my head high enough to see, but maybe I didn’t need to.

‘Marlboro’. One word, clearly visible, white lettering on a shiny red base, my mystery man’s belt buckle, and one I’d seen before. Tom’s father! ‘Get up, stop sucking that gorgeous cock and get up’ was what I screamed at myself. ‘Come on Danny, get your ass beşiktaş escort up and stop swallowing that big dick!’ My mind screamed at me repeatedly but my body did nothing, except that is, to continue to service his cock. ‘Gorgeous,’ I had called it gorgeous in my own mind, was I really enjoying this? In my panic, my cock had started to wilt but as I posed myself the question again, life surged into my member once more. Oh my god, I do like it. I am enjoying my new role as a cocksucker. All this time I thought I was coming to the party dressed as a nurse. While all this time I had come dressed as a whore!

My mind raced for an answer but in the meantime, Mr Roberts hadn’t stopped. He was steadily working six inches of thick meat in and out of me grunting with every thrust. He had both hands entwined in my golden tresses and his force had grown. He let go of my hair for a moment and I watched as he unbuckled his belt and peeled open his jeans. My eyes stretched wide and I gasped around his cock, causing him to roar loudly. Released from the confines I could see this huge cock properly for the first time. He must have been at least 9 inches but the base of his dick was ferocious. The shaft splayed out as it reached his body making it look like obscenely thick.

“That’s my girl, take Daddy’s big cock!” He was slurring, not too badly but I didn’t notice earlier because of my naivety believing it was a dream, now it was clear as day. “Come on, take another inch for Daddy!”

He rammed my head down harder this time and he began gasping between thrusts. I was gagging terribly, but that only seemed to fuel his urges. He started holding me in place as he used my mouth, loving the sound of me choking on his cock. Longer and longer, he’d hold me in place as he slowed his rhythm. That was the first time I realized what was about to come, in more than one sense.

“That’s my good girl! You want Daddy’s cum don’t you, you dirty girl!” His words became stagnated and slow as he fucked my mouth. Then I heard the guttural thundering coming from deep in his throat. “Fuck baby, here it comes!”

I braced myself as he pulled his cock almost all the way out. Leaving just his spongy cockhead resting on my tongue, I felt the first blast of cum splash the roof of my mouth. Another, then another slithered over my tongue. I had no choice, but in fact, my reaction just swallowed it down. Tears ran down my cheeks but more from the discomfort than anything else, I must admit it didn’t taste that bad and the feeling of the thick cream on my tongue was kind of nice.

His roaring voice lessened as the thick cock’s eruption began to reach its end. I found myself sucking and teasing his cock more than I’d done during the whole event. Part of me didn’t want it to end.

“Oh babygirl, that was the perfect end to the night!” Mr Roberts said as he stroked my cheek. “Now if you excuse me I need my bed.”

He pulled his cock unceremoniously from my lips with a rude POP, and began zipping back up. With a gentle squeeze of my butt, he stood and walked out the door.

I lay there for a few minutes trying to come to terms with what had just happened when I heard voices from upstairs.

“Hey Dad,” I heard Tom say. “You’re home late.”

“Oh hey there son! Nurses uniform too, huh? That must have been popular this year.”

“Not so much, John and I were brunettes and Danny was a sexy little blonde. No one else.”

“Wait, Danny was…” His voice trailed off, I couldn’t help but smile a rather devilish smile.

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Hey everyone! Well here is the next chapter of Guardian Angel. I decided against continuing the story in Quinn’s perspective based on reader’s comments as well as my own preference. Please leave any comments you have, I really do enjoy reading them all and I hope you all enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Quinn was shaking as he walked up the stairs to his locker, luckily he hadn’t encountered Ryan or anybody else from his world religions class. He got to his locker and was almost brought to tears by what he saw, there was writing all over it, mostly words like “Fag” or “Cocksucker” all over it. He quickly opened his locker so that he could get his books and then leave for class. Once he had all his books ready he began to leave for his world religions class hoping nobody would say anything about what happened Friday but already knowing they would. “Hey Faggot!” Someone shouted from behind him.

Before Quinn could even turn around to see his tormentor he was pushed to the ground, his books went flying everywhere. He started to get up but felt the bottom of someone’s shoe connect with his back sending him flat on the ground. He tried to talk, but nothing came out, he wasn’t able to make any noise except to whimper. The next blow hit him in the ribs and again he tried to call out but nothing came. By now all the other kids had surrounded him in a circle, all of them taunting him and calling him names. He kept wondering why no one came to his rescue, why not teachers were breaking this up yet.

“Stupid cocksucker!” Another blow, and another and another, most to his ribs, back or head. He prayed he’d pass out soon enough so he didn’t have to go through the pain.

“Quinn!” Suddenly he heard Galen’s voice through all of the name calling and he was no longer at his school being beaten but instead in his room with Galen. Galen was shaking him all the while saying his name over and over. That’s when Quinn realized he had been dreaming; he wrapped his arms around Galen and began crying. “Shhh, it was a dream, just a dream. A horrible dream, it’s not real.”

“Th-th-they w-w-ere h-h-h-hurting m-me!” Quinn wailed.

“I know, I know, you were screaming in your sleep Quinn, but everything’s okay, its all okay.” Galen was gently rocking Quinn back and forth hoping to calm the poor boy.

“N-n-n-nobod-dy h-helped! N-n-n-no o-one!”

“It’s okay, it’s okay. They can’t hurt you here, you’re with me, I won’t let them touch you.” Galen comforted. Quinn buried his head in Galen’s chest and continued to cry while Galen comforted him.

Galen picked up the shaking boy and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the warm water and waited for the tub to fill. Quinn didn’t seem to acknowledge that he’d been moved from his room to the bathroom, or that Galen was filling the tub, he just continued to cry against Galen’s strong chest. When the tub was filled, without even bothering to remove Quinn’s pyjama pants he lowered themselves into the warm water. It was only once Quinn was in the water that he looked up from where his head rested on Galen’s shoulder, once realizing where he was he laid his head back down on Galen’s shoulder. Galen continued to rock Quinn back and forth all the while murmuring endearments to him. Quinn was no longer crying but instead lightly sniffling, when the tears had finally stopped, Quinn looked up into Galen’s face and was almost reduced back to tears with the amount of love he could see in Galen’s face.

“You okay?” Galen asked, looking slightly worried.

Quinn just nodded and laid his head back on Galen’s shoulder, he was glad Galen had taken him to the washroom, ever since he was young he found warm baths calmed him down, then he realized that was probably why Galen brought him here, because he’d been watching Quinn from day one and already knew this. He never thought he’d meet someone who knew everything there was to know about him, not a secret in the world he could hide from Galen. It made him feel exposed, like he had nothing to hide behind but at the same time he felt comforted that Galen knew everything, he just wished he knew everything there was to know about Galen.

“I-i-i d-d-don’t w-wanna g-go t-t-to s-school t-t-tomorrow.” Quinn stammered out.

Galen lifted Quinn’s chin to look into his eyes, he leant down and kissed Quinn’s forehead; “You can’t stop going Quinn.”

“W-why n-n-not? I-if I-I-I g-g-go, th-they’ll h-hurt me!”

“If you stop going, I have to go back to where I came from and watch over you that way.” Galen whispered. He felt Quinn tense as he finished his sentence.

Quinn’s eyes filled with tears at the thought of not having Galen around. “W-why?”

“Part of the condition of my being here is that you must continue to do things you would have done if I weren’t here, like school. If you stop going they’ll see it as I’m interfering and therefore causing you to feel you don’t need school. You DO need your schooling for what you’re going to do, and if you stop going your life path will be altered too much.”

“I-I’m s-scared t-t-to g-go.”

“I know you are, but your almost done highschool Quinn, you’ll be graduating school in a few months; mecidiyeköy escort don’t let them win by not allowing yourself to get your diploma, we both know your so very smart and destined for great things but if you don’t get that diploma you will truly limit yourself. And I’ll still be with you when you’re at school, you won’t be able to see me but I’ll be there watching over you.” Galen whispered. He truly hated that Quinn was this scared to go back, nobody should have to be frightened this way, no one.

“Y-you will?” Quinn asked, not sure if he believed it.

“Yes, I will be, a guardian angel cannot leave the side of the one they watch, so when I can’t be with you physically then I go back to my spirit form and watch over you that way. So I WILL be with you, You’ll never be alone. You never truly were alone Quinn.” Galen said.

“O-okay … I-I’ll g-go.” Quinn whispered.

Quinn laid his head back down on Galen’s shoulder and just enjoyed the angel’s arms wrapped protectively around him along with the warmth of the water and Galen’s body. He still didn’t want to go back, but he didn’t want Galen to leave either, and Galen was right, he did have very high marks and he probably would be able to get a good job, so not finishing highschool would only cripple his future in the end. Galen and Quinn just sat there in the warm water, holding eachother and enjoying the other’s company, not wanting to let go. After about a half hour they both decided to get out and dry off. Neither of them had planned anything for that day so just decided to stay at home and lounge around the house. Normally Quinn would be doing his homework except he couldn’t due to the face that he had left his bag at school when he ran out of the room in utter humiliation, but he didn’t wish to think about that event.

They decided to have grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner and then icecream for dessert. While they were eating the phone began to ring and Quinn went to go answer it.

“H-hello?”

“Hey bud, how is everything over there?” Quinn’s father asked.

“I-it’s g-good” Quinn answered.

“That’s good to hear, I just called to make sure everything was fine and to let you know that I’ll be home late on Saturday this week.”

“E-everyth-thing i-i-is f-fine h-here.”

“How is everything at school Quinn?” Jackson asked.

“I-it’s f-fine.” Quinn lied.

“Okay, well I better go so I will talk to you again sometime this week, okay bud?”

“O-o-okay, b-bye.”

“Bye son.” Jackson said before hanging up the phone.

Quinn hung up the phone and went back to where Galen was to lie down with him again. He smiled as Galen began to tenderly stroke his hair.

“You lied to your father.” Galen stated.

“W-what?” Quinn replied, taken a little off guard.

“You told him everything was fine at school when it wasn’t. I don’t understand why you don’t ever talk to him about what goes on at school.” Galen said, continuing to gently stroke Quinn’s hair.

“I-i-it’s n-not l-like h-h-he c-can d-d-do a-anyth-thing.” Quinn responded.

“He can’t do anything because you don’t tell him anything; he knows that you’re being picked on at school and has tried on several occasions to get the school involved but the school cannot do anything unless YOU tell them what is going on. And when it comes down to it, your father can do a lot more for you than I can, all I can do is be here for you when you need me, and I always will be. But if you want it to stop completely you need to come forward and say something!” Galen said.

“B-b-but i-i-if I t-tell a-a-anyone th-they’ll only h-hurt me m-m-more!”

“They can only hurt you now because you’re too afraid to say anything, that’s exactly what it is they’re couting on; you being too afraid to say anything. If you do speak out than they’re left with the consequences of their actions and nothing more. The truth is they won’t want to come after you for saying anything because by then they’ll know that you are not afraid and WILL tell people and they’ll only be left with MORE consequences. I know you’re afraid to say anything because you think you’ll be standing alone, but you won’t be! Your father and myself will be there standing with you, and the school is taking these sorts of issues much more seriously, once they find out what has been going on with you then they too will be standing with you. You are never alone. But I can’t make you stand up for yourself, I can only be here for you. You have to make the decision in the end Quinn, whether the bullying continues or not is ultimately up to you.” Galen said.

Quinn wasn’t sure what to say, he knew Galen was right, but he was still afraid to speak out against any of it, it was easier said than done.

“I-I’ll th-think a-a-about i-it.” Quinn replied.

Galen knew that he wouldn’t be able to force Quinn to say anything, but at least he’d gotten him to consider it.

“H-how w-w-will y-y-you g-g-go b-b-back t-to sp-spirit f-form?” Quinn asked, obviously wanting to change the subject.

“I go to sleep. When my physical body is asleep, my spirit leaves it and I can stay that way for as long as I wish to.” Galen etiler escort explained.

“S-so w-when y-you w-w-went t-t-to s-s-sleep l-last n-n-night y-y-you w-w-were r-r-really a-awake? J-j-just i-i-i-in y-y-your s-spirit f-form?”

“Yes, I don’t actually need sleep, my body can stay awake for however long I want, sleeping just gives me a way to leave my body. Usually when I sleep at night with you and I leave my body I go to the ‘spirit world’ and report to the Arch Angels.”

“O-oh, th-that’d b-b-be c-cool t-t-to d-do.” Quinn responded.

“And I wish I could take you, although unfortunately you aren’t able to do that. But when you die your spirit will leave your body and you will go straight to the spirit world.”

“I-I g-g-get i-it.” Quinn replied.

For the rest of the night before they went to bed they decided to watch National Treasure, one of Quinn’s favourite movies. Though neither of them really paid a whole lot of attention to the movie, Quinn couldn’t stop thinking about what would happen on Monday, and Galen couldn’t stop trying to think of ways to comfort Quinn. By the time the movie was over Quinn felt as though he were emotionally drained and just wanted to go to bed. Galen was worried for him, he didn’t want Quinn to be scared and wished he could make all of his problems go away, he hated that his sweet Quinn had to be scared like this.

After turning off the T.V. he picked Quinn up and carried him to the bedroom. As they both lay down Galen held Quinn close to him so that they were in a spooning position. Galen could sense Quinn’s trepidation about Monday and wanted very badly to relax him in some way. His hand slowly travelled down Quinn’s torso and stopped at Quinn’s groin, he heard Quinn take a deep breath as he gently squeezed the quickly hardening member through his pajama pants. For a few moments he continued to gently kneed Quinn’s groin; Galen brought his hand up to the waistband of Quinns pants and slid his hand underneath and grasped his hard penis. While he stroked Quinn’s cock he used his free hand to play with Quinn’s small nipples. Quinn knew it wouldn’t be long before he shot his load but tried to prolong it anyway. Galen listened as Quinn’s breath began to quicken and felt as his rock hard cock seemed to harden more.

“ungg, ohhhh” Quinn moaned.

“Cum for me.” Galen whispered in Quinn’s ear. He began to pump Quinn faster as the boy stiffened up and released his seed covering his chest and Galen’s hand. As Quinn began to come down from his orgasm Galen continued to slowly milk Quinn to ensure his balls were empty.

Quinn let out a soft moan as Galen took his hand away from his sensitive member. He relaxed into Galen’s embrace as the angel wrapped both arms and wings around his small body.

“Everything will be fine tomorrow Quinn, I promise.”

Quinn turned around to face Galen and wrapped his arms around him. “I-I l-love y-y-you s-s-so m-much.” Quinn replied.

“I love you too Quinn, so very, very much.”

“P-p-promise y-y-you w-won’t l-let th-them h-h-hurt m-me?” Quinn asked, looking up into Galen’s eyes.

Galen felt so much love for Quinn as he looked into the boy’s eyes, he wanted to be able to make that promise but knew he wouldn’t be able to do much if they did hurt Quinn. “I’ll do my very best, Quinn.” Galen whispered, his voice choking as the tears welled up in his eyes.

Quinn nodded his understanding and laid his head back down and snuggled closer to Galen, he had a bad feeling about tomorrow but knew his angel would do anything he could to protect him.

Quinn got up that morning and started to walk towards the bathroom, as he walked there something didn’t feel quite right but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Quinn entered the washroom and started his morning ritual beginning with his shower, after which he used the toilet and once done his business went on to brush his teeth. He was brushing his teeth when he looked into the mirror above the sink. He nearly choked on the toothpaste as he seen what was wrong, right on his forehead was a tattoo the word “FAGGOT.” He spit out the toothpaste and grabbed for a washcloth and immediately began roughly scrubbing at the word but to no avail. No matter how hard he scrubbed the word would not come off. He dropped the cloth and ran out of the bathroom.

“GALEN!” He screamed but was answered with silence. He screamed Galen’s name again and again but each time got no reply.

He started to hear noises coming from his backyard and darted for the backdoor and burst into the outdoors. What he saw nearly made him faint, all of his relatives were out there celebrating some sort of occasion. There were balloons and cake and small children running around. He noticed a boy who looked to be eight sitting in the corner alone, it looked as though the other children were picking on him. He started to walk towards him but stopped as he seen his father make a beeline towards the boy. He watched as his father roughly grabbed the boy’s small arm and pull him away. Then Quinn’s father looked up and seen him standing there, and evil smile appeared across his face as he shouted “He’s here!” and then began pulling the boy kağıthane escort toward him.

Quinn didn’t understand what was happening as his father walked towards him, he was scared and wanted to go back inside. Everybody was looking at Quinn and his father now as his father stopped right infront of him.

“D-d-dad, w-w-what’s g-g-going o-on?” Quinn asked with fear in his voice. Jackson ignored his question and looked down at the boy who’s arm he was holding. He leant down and grabbed the boy’s chin and angled his head so he was looking at Quinn. “See Quinn? You take a good look at him, he’s a faggot who’s going to die a firey death and be sent to hell. You NEVER become one of them you hear boy? Or you’ll be kicked out just like the rest of ’em!”

Quinn looked down at the boy who his father had just called ‘Quinn’ and realized this was a younger version of himself, more specifically this was at his 8th birthday party! Tears began to well up into his eyes as his father began to yell obscenities at him and point. Soon the rest of his family were yelling the same things, someone had thrown a piece of cake at him and it wasn’t long before it caught on and he was getting food thrown at him from all directions. Quinn was crying hard as he began running away from his family who had obviously rejected him, he needed to get out of that place fast.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!

Quinn was startled as he was woken up from his nightmare. He had tears in his eyes as he looked at the clock by his bed that read 630AM, he then remembered he had school that day and immediately began to convulse as the sobs racked through his frail body. As he cried he felt himself being wrapped in downy soft feathered wings, he leaned back into Galen’s body and felt the angel’s arms wrap around him as well. Galen gently rocked Quinn back and forth as the boy continued to cry.

“Shhh, it’s okay Quinn, it’s okay, you’re alright.”

“I-I-I d-d-don’t-t th-th-th-thi-ink I-I-I c-c-can g-g-go!” Quinn wailed.

“Yes you can Quinn, I know you can” Galen whispered.

Quinn didn’t respond, instead just continued to cry as Galen rocked him. He didn’t want to go to school, but he knew he had to if he wanted to keep Galen here with him, and that was something he deffinitely wanted. His crying became less and less and eventually stopped, he just laid back against Galen as the strong angel held him. He didn’t know what was going to happen at school today, nor did he want to think about it, all he wanted was to get through this day peacefully. Quinn slowly stopped crying but remained in Galen’s embrace, he didn’t want to let go, ever.

“We need to get you ready so you don’t miss the bus. I promise I’ll be there Quinn, right by your side, always.” Galen whispered.

Quinn slowly unfolded himself from Galen but refused to let go of his hand as he got off the bed, he wanted to keep any sort of contact with the angel that he could. Galen understood that Quinn wanted to keep contact and hopped off the bed as well, still holding the boy’s hand. Quinn lead the way to the kitchen to have some breakfast choosing cereal as they did not have enough time to cook anything. As he ate he kept going over in his mind all of the possible events that could happen today, wondering if anyone would say anything about what had happend on Friday. By now everyone had to know, things in highschool spread like wildfire and you’d have to be a real outcast not to know what’s happening, even Quinn knew all the rumours that went around and he didn’t even have any friends.

He remembered that time when Emily Baker got pregnant, boy did he feel sorry for her. EVERYONE knew about that one, things that weren’t even true evolved from just that one rumour. It went from her being pregnant to that not only was she pregnant but that the father was a homeless man who lived on the streets that paid her to have sex, and that as a result of having sex with the man she got all sorts of sexually transmitted diseases, one of them being herpes and AIDS. Another rumour was that it was HER father who was the father of the child, boy would that be messed up. As the pregnancy went on more rumours came about, one being that she was tested and it was found that the baby was deformed with a third arm and a tail or something to that effect. But when the baby was finally born it was perfectly normal and the father turned out to be a member of the drama club!

He then started to think about Elizabeth Verno and that time people found out she gave a blow job to some jock on the football team. People were so vicious to her she changed schools! Quinn was really starting to worry as he thought about all of these things, he really didn’t want to have to change schools because that would mean his father would find out he were gay, and that wouldn’t be good. He wondered if because he were a guy it would be different, because all the examples he had to look back on were girls having rumours spread about them, he couldn’t think of any guys. He was afraid that if because he was a guy, people wouldn’t be afraid to physically harm him, he wondered if he’d be able to hide the bruises from his father, or what his father would say if he seen any. Would he have to tell his father he was gay? NO! He couldn’t do that! Not after his dream last night, his father would reject him, he was sure of it. There had to be some way he could avoid people at school, and if there wasn’t there had to be a way to hide it all from his dad, Quinn knew that whatever happend, his father COULD NOT find out.

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Griffin’s POV

School is in full swing and I’m really enjoying it so far. I haven’t declared my major yet, but I’m pretty sure it’s going to be English Education. I’ve wanted to be an English teacher since I was in elementary school. Right now I’m just focusing on getting my general requirements out of the way.

Graham is in only one of my classes, Geology 101, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t see him all the time. When we are not in class, we hang out in our dorm room studying, watching T.V. or listening to music. We’ve also hung out a couple of times with our neighbors, Ben and Carson. They are cool guys.

Even though we hang out all the time, Graham and I have avoided having any sort of real conversation. I mean we talk all the time, but it’s usually about superficial stuff like our favorite movies or the best pizza toppings. I guess we are still trying to figure each other out. I really want to get to know him better.

Graham and I are hanging out in our room on a Friday afternoon the second week of school. We are both done with our classes for the week. He is lying on his bed reading a book for his Introduction to Contemporary Literature class. I am sitting at my desk across the room surfing the web on my laptop. Every few minutes I sneak a peek at Graham. I’ve started to do this when we are alone in our room. I have it bad.

He is wearing a slightly fitted green t-shirt that shows off his toned strong arms and a pair of brown corduroy pants that hang loosely on his hips. He is so tall (or the bed is so short) that his bare feet hang an inch or so off the bed. My eyes scan up his body until the best part of his body comes into focus; şişli escort his lips. I don’t really know how to describe them except to stay they are full, but not too full and pink, but not too pink. I’ve never touched them, but I imagine they are velvety to the touch. As I am ogling his luscious lips, Graham suddenly looks up and catches me in the act. Our eyes meet and even though I want to, I can’t turn away.

“Hi,” he says softly. He closes his book and lays it down on the bed next to him. “What are you doing?” He doesn’t break our eye contact.

“Checking my Facebook,” I mumble.

“Oh, really,” he quips. He rolls onto his side facing me his hand propping up his head. In the process, his shirt rides up a little bit and I can see a sliver of his smooth golden stomach peeking out. I suddenly can’t breathe.

“You know what?” He says.

“What?” I sound like there is a frog in my throat.

“We haven’t left campus since we got here. I think it’s time to go explore. You wanna come with me?” He raises his eyebrows in anticipation of my answer.

I nod. I am speechless.

His perfect lips suddenly transform into a huge smile.

“Cool. Let’s go.”

Graham’s POV

Griffin likes me! I think…maybe…I don’t know. This afternoon when I was reading in bed I caught him checking me out. I’ve suspected that he’d been watching me for the past couple of days, but this was the first time I caught him. Not wanting to embarrass him, I quickly suggest that we leave campus and have an adventure. He agrees. I am excited.

We start to get ready. As I put on my jacket, I carefully watch him as he taksim escort digs in his dresser for a hoodie to wear. He is wearing tight black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt that advertises a band that I’ve never heard of and red converse tennis shoes. He looks perfect and it takes every ounce of my being to keep from walking over, wrapping my arms around him and rubbing my hands all over his cute tight butt.

“Slow down, Graham,” I say to myself. “You need to get to know this guy a little better before you go and jump his bones.”

“You ready?” He turns to me and smiles. He has a really cute dimple in his left cheek when he smiles.

“Yep,” I say and smile back.

We walk around town for about an hour going in and out of the few shops that are open. It’s a small town that mainly consists of a few antique boutiques, a thrift store and a handful of small restaurants and coffee shops. We have fun rummaging through the small collection of men’s clothing at the thrift store. We find out that we are both into vintage clothing. He likes old band t-shirts from the 90’s. He finds one and buys it. In the end, we settle down in a small coffee shop at a table in the back. We each have a steaming cup of coffee in front of us and a plate of assorted donuts to share between the two of us.

At first our conversation is pretty much like the ones that we’ve been having the past two weeks. He asks me about a concert that I went to during the summer and I ask him about the intro to music class he is taking this quarter. I know, though, that if I want to get to know him better, we need to have a dialogue that has a little more nişantaşı escort substance. When there is a lull in our exchange, I dive right in and ask him something that I’ve wanted to ask since the first day we met.

“Your parents didn’t bring you to school. How come?”

He hesitates for a minute and looks down at his cup of coffee.

“I didn’t want them to.”

“Why?”

He looks up at me and frowns.

“We don’t really get along. I thought it would be easier to make a clean break from them. I’m not really sure how much I want them to be involved in my life here. You get along with your parents?”

“Yeah, I do. My parents are really great. Why don’t you get along with your parents?”

He shifts uneasily in his chair and looks over my head at the front entrance. I have the feeling that he is uncomfortable and would rather leave than have this discussion.

“Um, we don’t really see eye to eye on things that are important to me.”

“Like?”

He sighs. “I really don’t know how to explain it. They want me to be a certain way and I’m not sure I can live up to their expectations. It’s better if I don’t have contact with them for a while so I can find out who I truly am. I’m still figuring things out.”

I smile at him. I really want to get up, go to him, give him a hug and tell him he’s going to be okay, but I don’t. I sense that this would totally freak him out.

Instead, I say, “I understand, Griffin. I went through a similar thing a few years ago. Luckily, my parents were really supportive and I was able to get through it.”

He stares at me for a couple of seconds and asks, “What did you go through?”

I know that I have to tell him. I can’t keep it a secret forever. He’s going to find out eventually.

“When I was in 5th grade I realized something about myself.”

He continues to stare. “What did you realize, Graham?”

I take a deep breath, look into his eyes and say, “I am gay.”

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