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In a world where gay men have been stripped away of their basic human rights through the “Attendant” status, Peter becomes a slave in his own household. Soon, his step-father and younger brother learn to take their roles of “Masters” very seriously.

This is a dark, authoritarian, dystopian fiction. It includes numerous elements of non-consensual BDSM, dom/sub practises and sex, including slavery, and rape, as well as incestuous relationships. The story does not, in any way, reflect the views or political opinions of the author.

If you know me through the “My First Year in College” story, this one will be very different both in tone and subject matter. You have been warned!

All characters are above 18 years old.

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The Attendant

Chapter 04: The Dinner.

After an almost sleepless night, I woke up the next morning with the mindset of doing whatever needed to be done to better my situation, or at least, not making it worse for me or any member of my family.

I went over every option I had still left, considered every outcome, and I came to one conclusion: I needed to appear as the perfect Attendant if I wanted to have the slightest chance at a semi normal life. Probably, my step-father had made the same calculation and that surely explained his behaviour from the day before.

I went to the kitchen early and prepared breakfast for my step-father and brother. I ate a few toasts discreetly before they woke up but I did not serve myself any beacon or egg.

My step-father got down first, he was only wearing his robe; I could see his massive and hairy chest underneath it.

“Good morning, Owner, I have prepared breakfast as you like it.”

He seemed surprise. He could not say thank you to his Attendant – this is not strictly forbidden but this is just something you do not do – but he nodded to show his appreciation.

“Go wake your brother up, tell him breakfast is waiting for him downstairs.” My step-father marked a pause. “Attendant, make sure he understands you are fully at his service.” He was scratching his crotch under his robe while talking to me. I guess that since I was entirely naked, there was not much sense for him to be shy. “We all need to be fully committed to our roles today.”

“Of course, Owner.”

At last, my step-father seemed satisfied. I went upstairs and knocked slowly on my brother’s door. Contrary to me, he was allowed to have his personal space.

“Sir.” I said, entering his room. He was lying above his covers, wearing just a loose boxer. I had never noticed that he had become much fitter recently but this was to be expected, he was the star of his swimming team. An impressive morning wood was forming a tent in his underpants.

“Pete?” He mumbled, scratching his eyes, still semi-asleep.

“Sir. I think you should call me Attendant. I have prepared breakfast for you and for my Owner downstairs.”

“Oh…” He straightened up, noticing his morning wood, he readjusted his covers. His eyes fell irreducibly on my own exposed dick. “Thank you Attendant.”

“No need to thank me Sir. Would there be anything else I could do for you?”

He seemed unsure. I insisted. Martin needed to understand that he had to take over his part of my master if we were to survived the dinner to come.

“Sir. I am here only to serve you. You can ask me anything.” I said.

“Ok then. Make my bed and tidy up my room while I go eat Attendant.”

“Of course, Sir.”

He stood up; his dick seemed even harder than before in his underwear. But he did not seem so shy about it now. He took another good look at my naked body.

“Attendant, is it true that in some households, the Men of the house fuck their Attendants?”

What kind of fucked up question was that? I lied:

“Sir, this happens in some rare cases but I learnt during my formation this is frowned upon.”

His face got a little red.

“I was just wondering. I’ll go take my shower now.”

And he left the room. I was sure he was about to jerk off. Probably thinking about my cock.

I always suspected that my younger brother was gay, I had already caught his looks, especially when I would come back from training. Maybe the fact that I was now constantly naked was messing with his brain. The guy had never been allowed to act on his urges after all.

I am not proud to admit it but for a split second, I thought that it may have been better if my brother had admitted to his crime of watching gay porn and had taken his rightful place. I had done nothing wrong, and there I was, making his bed. But again, he had not done anything wrong either, the new world was just too messed-up.

In the afternoon, I was asked to train in the garage for a couple of hours to maintain my physical condition. My brother came to bring me some water but avoided to look at me. He did order me to do some squats though. Otherwise, I mostly did house chores (laundry, vacuuming) and when the cook arrived at 6pm, I helped him setting the table istanbul travesti up. He was a charming black man, in his fifties. He seemed uncomfortable with my nudity but did not say a thing.

By the end of the day, it almost seemed normal to call my younger brother “Sir” and my step-father “Owner”.

At 7pm, the both of them appeared in the living room dressed up in their fanciest suits.

“Is the Attendant helpful?” My step-dad asked to the cook.

“Very.”

Was that actual pride I was feeling? I had come so low…

The first guest to arrive was a man I did not know but I had already seen on TV, he was working very closely with the Governor of Ohio. He was important in the hierarchy as he had been a supporter of President Ganderson right from the start.

My dad opened the door as I was kneeling down in the entrance, naked. The man was in his sixties and walked with a cane, he had been injured very young during the war in Iraq.

“General Schneider, what an honour to have you in my humble home.”

“Good evening Clarck.” They shook hands. The General did not pay the slightest attention to me.

“Would you like my Attendant to take care of your coat?”

“Sure.” He grunted.

I expected the General to give me his coat but he did not move. My step-father gave me a little slap on the back of my head:

“Attendant, get up and undress General Schneider.”

“Of course, Owner.”

I stood up and helped the General getting out of his pricy coat. He was wearing a velvet suit underneath. I hurried up to hang the coat in the closet, and I went kneeling in the dining room where my step-father was introducing my little brother to his guest.

“This is Martin. He will graduate from high-school in only a few weeks. Top of his class. He has already requested to do an internship within our ranks this summer.”

“Sounds like a promising lad.”

“Thank You General.” My brother shook his hand.

“What would you care to drink General?” Enquired my father.

“Do you have a nice bottle of scotch?”

“Sure. Attendant, go get the drinks.”

Again, I hurried in the kitchen to prepare the drinks. My little brother never had whisky, at least, to the best of my knowledge. He was about to have his first taste.

I almost fell down with the tray when coming back in the dining room, but thankfully, I avoided that mistake and General Schneider, who had not taken a single look at me since he arrived, did not notice anything.

The second guest arrived. It was Captain Philips. The bastard had molested me, and did much worse to some of my companions, during my training at the Attendance Formation Centre of West Ohio. I hated him with all my guts but I politely knelt down before him and then took care of his coat. He slapped me on the ass as I was turning back to hang it. My father saw it but did not budge.

The third guest was Xavier Richard, the man who had come to take me away on the evening where my life had changed forever. He had fingered me in the ass later that same night. With my dad though, he was sweet and gentle. He was the first one to acknowledge me:

“I see that your Attendant has accommodated itself to its new role in society.”

“Yes, it has.” The awful use of the pronoun “it” probably best summed-up my new life. “It has received excellent training thanks notably to Captain Philips with us tonight. You were right Xavier; the training centres are a necessity.”

The finale guest was General Thompson, I had never met him but I knew he was a colleague of my father, maybe even a friend, and that he had his own son as an Attendant too. From the start, he made me very uncomfortable. He kept on staring at my body, specifically at my dick, and when greeting my younger brother, he patted my hair as if I were a dog. I almost bit him.

A few minutes later, the four guests, my brother and my father went sitting around the dining table. I was on my knees a foot from them, waiting for any instruction which would come. Some of the guests knew each other, some others did not. This was all very political and everyone was overly careful with the choice of their words and topics of conversation. At least at the beginning, when they were sober.

General Thompson kept on staring at me. Xavier Richard was looking too, but he was less obvious about it. I had not forgotten his nervous tic of always readjusting his tiny glasses on his nose. His lengthy fingers gave me chills.

During dinner, I was asked to serve the meals and filled in the glasses with wine but not much for than that.

“Wine, Attendant.” Barked Captain Philips. I obliged immediately.

“My glass is empty too…” Grumbled General Schneider, the guest of honour of the evening. This was my first mistake.

“Attendant! Come here.”

I went to my father. He slapped me across the face. I did not expect it but I took it without flinching.

“Do make sure that none of our glasses remains empty.”

My dad is only putting on a show, I istanbul travestileri thought, he is only playing his part.

“Of course, Owner, my apologies Sirs.”

From this point on, I was very stressed, making sure everyone had always something to drink. I knew making it through this dinner was crucial and I did my best to comply with the orders. It was not sufficient for Captain Philips though.

“See, this careless behaviour. This is why I’m pushing for the training to be more in adequacy with the type of subjects we are confronted to. Those fags need to be completely rebuilt, there are completely rotten from the inside. When you’re in the Centre, you quickly learn that there is no alternative than to break them entirely and then re-educate them.”

“Breaking them. Is not that a little cruel?” Asked Mr. Richard. “Stephan, you were among those who opposed to the harsher treatments during the most recent session of voting, right?”

My step-dad was visibly embarrassed:

“It’s always a fine line, is not it? Between the need to correct those deviant individuals, the opportunity to find a place for them in our society, and the principles of tolerance and love which we must always put first as commanded by God himself.”

“A fine line indeed” Commented Mr. Richard. “General Schneider, did they get any good results in Texas?”

“I heard that they are on the verge of eradicating any disobedience from their Attendants. It did come at a cost though, the training given by the State there is two months long and they had to put a whole surveillance system in place.”

“But the value of the Attendants did go up, right? It surely compensates for the expanses from the State.” General Thompson replied, pointing me to his drink so I could refill him.

The value of the Attendants went up in Texas. What did that mean? Despite of my so-called training, I realized that I was still very clueless about my own status.

“But, shall it all be only a question of money?” Asked my dad.

“Sadly, everything is a matter of money Clarck.” Settled General Schneider. My father stopped talking immediately. He was the highest rank in the room, he could not be contradicted.

“We sure need the money; our brave citizens are less and less prone to donate for the research. The Attendance system might allow us to finally have more fundings to cure those atrocious diseases. Talking of which, let me restate my sincerest condolences for your wife Stephan.”

“Thank you, Xavier. Her loss was a terrible tragedy for both Martin and I.”

And me! I wanted to scream! I was the one holding my mom’s hand when she took her last breath. I was also the one doing the research to fight that freaking disease until they took me away!

“Well, with a body like this one, I guess that Attendant must have cost you a lot!” Said General Thompson with a huge smile, eager to redirect the conversation onto a lighter subject. My body.

I was finally putting two and two together. My father had paid the Ohio State to have me. I guess this made sense, I was, after all, a merchandise. How much was I worth though?

“I was happy to give back to the State you know.” Responded my father, trying to sound casual. “It is indeed in good shape.”

“Flex for us Attendant.” Asked General Thompson. I was certain he had been waiting for that all evening. I tried not to think about what this man might be doing to his own son — now Attendant – in private.

I stood up and awkwardly flex my biceps.

“What did it do in its former life? To have a strong body like that?” Asked Mr Richard.

“Oh, he… I mean it, it was a biologist, but I always made sure my sons got a proper training, it is…”

“As a rule, I think we should avoid mentioning the past lives of the Attendants. Don’t you think?” Interrupted General Schneider, playing with his cane between his fingers.

Both Mr. Richard and my dad apologized hastily and the others strongly agreed that such a topic was inappropriate.

“I mean, the muscles are fine, but shall we address the elephant in the room? I have rarely seen such an impressive penis on a fag.” Commented General Thompson with a grin. “If it is more than 8 inches when it is hard, I heard that it almost doubles their value.”

I tried to remain calm. It had to go well. I could not erupt. Or I was dead. And probably so were my dad and brother.

“Unfortunately, we were not authorized to take those measurements back at the Centre. This is why Ohio is far behind the other states in the matter, and the prices of Sla… of Attendants is so low here.”

Captain Philips did measure my flaccid dick though, he also fingered my ass, but he did not mention that to the other guests.

Before giving his following request, General Thompson made sure to obtain the general assent of the room. He whispered something at General Schneider who nodded imperceptibly.

“Get hard, Attendant.” Thompson finally said.

“I…” This command made me break from my travesti istanbul character and I looked at my father, worried.

“What is wrong with it?” Asked General Schneider angrily. It was as if he was surprised to find out that a toy did not function correctly.

“My apologies General, my Attendant only arrived yesterday.”

“Are you implying that the training it received was insufficient?” barked Captain Phillips.

“Of course not Captain. Attendant, do what you have been asked!”

“But how…” I whispered. How were they expecting me to get hard, in front of all of them? I looked at my brother in despair, he had gone red. He seemed fairly drunk at this point.

“And that’s it!” Exclaimed Philips. “That’s exactly why we should be tougher with them! I can assure you that back in the southern states, first thing the fags learn is the primordial lesson that their bodies do not belong to them anymore! And I can tell you, they don’t react so stupidly when they are expected to perform such a simple task.”

“Maybe the Attendant has pleasured itself recently and is no longer able to get an erection?” Questioned Mr. Richard.

This would be a very serious offense. The fear of the chastity cage came back into my mind.

“I did not Sir. I… I will try.”

The discussion kept on going, everyone debating on my capacity to serve my household right if I could not obey the simplest command. The worst part is that I genuinely tried to comply with the twisted order but I had never been this far from getting an erection. I tried to focus my mind on a beautiful girl I was working with in the lab but I started to think that not getting hard would mean the end of me, and of course, that did not help.

“Don’t stay here like an idiot, Attendant!” Shouted my step-father as I was desperately caressing my soft cock. “Make yourself useful, go get us the special bottle of wine I ordered, it is in my nightstand.”

I practically ran away, too happy to get a chance to escape this nightmare. When I got to my dad’s bedroom, I looked nervously for the bottle in the nightstand. What a weird place to put it, I thought. But there was nothing at all. Only a bunch of old newspapers and magazines.

Then I saw it: playboy magazine, march 2002. There were some others too, all seemed in a perfect state of conservation despite being so old. It was like they had never been opened and stored there with the greatest of care.

I understood my step-father’s plan immediately. Going through the pages, I started to touch myself, I had not seen a naked woman in weeks, maybe months, and I had not cummed in days. I tried to forget about what was going down in the dining room and focused on the girl’s tits. I wanted to touch them, suck them, and afterwards, I dreamed of fucking her wet pussy. Finally, my dick was waking up. In the privacy of my father’s room, I managed to get a stiff erection.

Two minutes later, I was back in the living room, a bottle of wine in my left hand (the cook handed it to me while I passed by him) and my dick in full sight, hard as a rock. I was not sure I could maintain the erection so I kept on jerking it. The guests did not seem to mind.

“Here is your bottle Owner.” I bowed my head. “My apologizes for the delay in getting an erection, I had learnt to repress all of my urges.”

Most of the guests nodded lightly at my reasonable explanation. My brother’s eyes almost jumped out of their orbits when he saw me in that state. I was sure he was getting hard too.

General Thompson stood up almost immediately and grabbed my cock. Judging by the looks of Schneider and Richard, he realized he had shown a bit too much of enthusiasm. This was not “homosexual behaviour” as I was no longer a Man, but still, he had a large erect dick in his hand.

“The girth is fairly nice too.” He spoke, just like a salesman. “I’d say a near 9 inches in length. If not more! Yes, that is definitely worth something on the market.”

I moved myself in the middle of the room to make sure they could all have a good look. I jerked off my cock from time to time so it stayed hard. I felt some precum forming on the tip. I locked eyes with my step-father. “Look what you made me do”. I thought. But he did not seem bothered, worse, he even seemed to enjoy the view.

Finally, he stood up. My father was about to end this creep show! Or so I thought.

“Bend over Attendant.” He spoke.

Without questioning, without even understanding why, I bent over. My brain could no longer function anyway.

My dad slapped my bare ass in front of his guests. Three times. It hurt:

“Next time, you will learn to execute your command on cue.” Jesus, he was actually punishing me for not having an erection soon enough.

“May I?” Said Captain Philips behind us.

“Please, be my guest.”

I was expecting another slap but Philips had taken the ladle from the soup’s pot. He hit me with it several times, I screamed, it was still hot and part of it was in metal. It would leave marks.

“Now, I think it will understand its lesson. Don’t you have any punishment tool Stephan?”

My step-father was a bit disconcerted:

“I have plans to buy some during the week, I had been very busy.”

“Of course. But that’s a shame. See, General Schneider has always his cane with him.”

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“Looks like another stormy night on the Delta tonight…” the weather guy said just before I cut my engine.

“Great, another slow night,” I muttered. I jumped out of the car and took a quick walk to the employee entrance at the Oxbow Depot, the restaurant I work at. I tossed on my apron and went out to the dining room, where Ms. Delia, the general manager, liked to hold staff meetings before each shift. As I always did, I took a look in the bar mirror. That same caramel-colored, square-jarred killer looked back at me. Looking fine with the fresh buzz cut and light stubble too. Good to go.

“Your hair looks fine, Thick Boy,” Shaunice said as she walked by. Thick Boy was nickname the staff gave me for my full arms and legs but especially my thick ass.

“Can’t never be too fresh,” I snapped back.

Most everyone else was already there, and I took my normal seat, waiting for the stragglers behind me to come in. I always sit in the back, usually so I can crack jokes to anybody nearby me.

The Oxbow Depot is the nicest restaurant in these parts. It’s an old train station that was converted into a fancy restaurant – the kind of place where you could you take mom on Mother’s Day or your friends from out of town. The train shit was still all over the walls, but they went out of their way to upgrade the lighting, tables and feel of the place. Just a bunch of junk if you ask me, but I couldn’t argue with the fact that it brought in money. Some folks walked out of here with two-hundred in cash tips at the end of a shift on a good night.

“You bartending tonight?” Hector said. I turned to face my buddy, a long-time friend who got me the interview when this place opened a few months ago.

“Shit, man, I hope so,” I said with a small laugh.

“Yeah, it’d be nice to not have any drinks sent back for a change,” Hector said.

As the gang found their seats, Ms. Delia walked up in front of the bar, sinking into one of the seats.

“Well, y’all, it’s another rainy night,” she began, explaining the weather to us like we’d never been outside. “But, we have some reservations, so I’m hoping for a good crowd.”

Ms. Delia placed her notes down and took out her turquoise reading glasses, slowly putting them on and picking her notes again.

“Uh, let’s see. Specials tonight are Clams Casino and Chicken Fried Steak. Vinny, you’ve got section one. Hector, section two. Ms. Shaunice, section three. Bartender will be Bill, and Mr. Darius, welcome back to barback.”

“Fuck,” I whispered. I’d barbacked every night since I’d been at the Oxbow. While Bill or Ted or who the fuck ever got to soak up the tips, I made drinks for tables and ran all kinds of bitch errands. At the end of the night, I’d take whatever scraps of tips were leftover with the bus boys. I’d worked at some shitty bars in my 10 years of bartending, but barbacking here was worse than the shittiest backwater dive bartender gig I’d ever been at.

“Uh, Ms. Delia, Bill’s not here,” Shaunice said. I looked around, and sure as shit, he wasn’t.

“Oh,” Ms. Delia said, “Well, I’ll be lookin’ into that, but Darius, I guess suit up for bartender duties for the timing being. Questions?”

As normal, nobody had questions because we knew how to do our jobs. Everybody silently got up, moving off to their respective corners. I, for a change, strode on up behind the bar and started rearranging things to my liking.

A few moments later, Ms. Delia cleared her throat behind me. “Mr. Darius, you got a moment?”

“For you, Ms. Delia, I got all the time in the world,” I said, turning around to face her.

“Don’t be gettin’ comfortable just yet,” she said as her old bloodshot eyes met mine. “I’ll find Bill. You might as well start prep in the meantime.”

“Well, he ain’t here,” I countered, raising my eyebrows.

“Not yet he ain’t,” she said, turning away, “Get started on them lemons in the mean time.”

I clicked my tongue. Fucking Delia, the old bitch. Just a few weeks ago, she was crowing over how great some shitty margarita I made was after the Mr. Murray, the owner, said it out loud during my interview, and now, she was convinced I couldn’t handle pouring a single drink for a customer. But to make her happy, I started cutting lemon garnishes just in case Bill managed to get his drunk ass to work.

I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t watch the clock. 4:15. 4:25. 4:30, and he wasn’t there yet. Delia was a hot mess over there in the corner fretting about whether Drunkass Bill would show. At 4:35, she waved the white flag.

“Ok, you win,” she said, her teeth glued together as she talked, “You got a drink special?”

“Well, I was thinkin’, Ms. Delia. I cut up all these lemons – I might be makin’ some Told Ya So,” I smirked at the dumb bitch. I knew Mr. Murray had my back. She couldn’t really do shit about me and my attitude.

“You’re gonna fuckin’ make Lynchburg Lemonades,” she snarled, her eyes piercing into me.

“Ok, ok, Ms. Delia. Let’s not make a mountain out of a molehill,” I replied, throwing my hands istanbul travesti up, “Lynchburg Lemonade it is.”

She stormed off, and I shot a quick smile to Hector who just shook his head, smiling. At least he heard me. I’d say Delia didn’t like us black folks to much, but she seemed to like Shaunice fine. Me? Shit, she’d fire me in a second if she had the chance.

“Fucking Lynchburg Lemonades…” I grumbled to myself. If you’ve never had one, they’re basically a summertime staple for rich, white people in these parts: whisky, triple sec, lemon juice and lemon-lime soda on the rocks with a lemon slice. It’s not bad all in all and not a pain to make, but with the shit this bar has? You could be making much better stuff and getting better tips.

Before I knew it, 5 came and went, and we were open. And just our luck – it started raining cats and mother fucking dogs right when the first reservation got there. We got some tables in that first hour, but I only made three drinks. 6 was a banner hour – ten drinks. Mostly, I washed glasses, moved stock around, served the two or three random customers at the bar and sat on my ass.

Around 7:30, in the middle of a small thunderstorm, Ms. Delia came bounding up behind the bar, wide-eyed and excited.

“So, uh, Mr. Murray’s nephew is on the way in,” she squeaked.

“Ok?” I asked, “So, what’s that mean?”

She rolled her eyes. “Nobody told you?”

“No.” I mean, that would require somebody saying something.

She sighed. “Ok, so, Mr. Murray has a few restaurants around the state and a bunch of family all over the South. Whenever somebody is passing through, he likes to show off and let them eat on his dime. They get VIP service, the works. And his nephew must be on his way to Memphis, so we’re the fucking lucky establishment tonight.”

“…And why are you tellin’ me?” I asked, “Ain’t he want a table?”

Delia flashed me a bothered look. “No, I tried to talk Mr. Murray into that, but he already told the guy about how good you are. So, he…requested that the kid be seated at the bar.”

I grinned real wide. Delia was holding a snarl back as best as her hag face could. Check fucking mate.

“Oh, well then…” I began.

“Don’t fuck this up,” she cut me off, “This is the first time we’ve had one of the relatives here. He’ll want it to go perfectly. If you do fuck this up, I’ll be happy to show you the door myself. Whatever the guy wants, do it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, giving her a little salute. She rushed off into the kitchen to sulk.

I laughed to myself – this night might be fun after all.

He arrived around 8:15 – Delia’s high-pitched, over-the-top voice tipped me off.

“Oh, come this way,” she said, leading him right to the first seat at the bar and placing a menu down. “How nice of you to join us!”

She spotted me walking down the bar to greet him, “This is Darius. He’ll be taking care of you tonight, but if you need anything special, just let me know, hon!” She flashed one more toothy grin and got the hell out of Dodge.

“Thank yah kindly, Ms. Delia,” he said, a slight Texas twang coloring his smooth voice.

With Delia gone, I tossed a napkin down to place, placed a glass of water down on the napkin and finally looked to get a closer inspection at the holy on high nephew.

As my eyes turned up, they met the deep blue eyes of a full-on blonde cowboy. His oval face was book-ended by a longer undercut hair cut and a dimpled chin. A full, clean cut mustache sat in the middle. His cowboy hat set next to him on the bar, and his tight white western shirt revealed his lean but slightly built body.

“Hot. damn.” I thought.

“The famous Darius,” he said, offering his hand for a handshake. “My uncle seems to think you’re the best bartender in these here parts.”

“I…sure am,” I replied, shaking his hand. I held on probably slightly longer than I should have, because I felt him pull away first. Truth is, I’ve always liked fellas. But, when you live in the Delta, it’s hard enough being black. No reason to bring anymore attention to yourself, so I hide it well. I’d just head to Jackson or Memphis a few times a year by myself and get it out of my system with the local boys there. But I can tell you, I ain’t never seen anybody like this cowboy in those bars.

“You’re Darius or the best bartender in these here parts?” he grinned.

“Uh, Darius,” I said, recovering, “Sorry…my brain misfired there. And I like to think I’m a pretty good bartender too.” I smiled back at him like a fucking idiot.

“Nice to meet you. Name’s Alan,” he said, adjusting in his chair.

“Nice to meet you too, Alan,” I said. I placed my hands on the bar at a wide stance and leaned it to meet him at eye level. “Know what you’d like or do you want some time?”

“Well, honestly, I mostly drink whisky, but since you’re the man to see about drinks, what do you suggest?” he asked.

My mind jumped to all the lemons I had cut up earlier. “Well, the special tonight’s a Lynchburg Lemonade. istanbul travestileri Ever had one before?”

“No, sir,” he said.

“Well, it’s a whisky drink. Whisky with some lemon and orange flavor. I can fix one up real fast. You see if you like it,” I suggested, watching his face.

“Shoot, why not?” he said.

“Cool, cool,” I replied. I went over to the well and pulled one of the nicer bottles of whisky before mixing one up. As I normally do, I dipped a stir straw in and tasted it before handing it off. It’s the one way to ensure consistency and quality in drinks, and it can help soothe your soul a bit on rougher nights. I savored the sweet taste, hoping it might up right me back to myself. Then, taking a fat lemon wedge, I garnished the whole drink and brought it right back to him.

“That was fast,” he commented.

I smiled and looked around the room. “Slow night,” I said.

“Well, if you ain’t that busy, keep me company. It’s been a long ride out here,” he said.

“Sure, you want to order anything to eat, first? Kitchen closes at 9.”

Alan ate up every bite of the chicken fried steak and had another two of the Lemonades over the next hour. Every time I brought him something, we ended up talking for a few minutes. He was 32 and married, but on the road a lot for business. Wife sometimes came along, sometimes didn’t. Since it was a quick trip to Memphis, he figured he’d just go this one alone. Mr. Murray even let him stay in an apartment a little walk away he rented out sometimes for the night to save on the costs.

We kept on chatting and he kept drinking as the night went one. As we did, the restaurant slowly emptied and the serves began cashing out for the night. Around 9:55, Delia came bouncing up.

“Mr. Alan, I sure hope everything is to your liking,” she said, in her sing-song flirty Dolly Parton voice. Somebody wanted to ride a cowboy tonight.

“Oh, it is, Ms. Delia,” he countered, matching her energy. He knew how to deal with this kiss ass.

“Now, we’re gonna be closing up here real soon. Is there anything we can get you before then?”

“Well, this might be a little unorthodox, Ms. Delia, but would you kindly mind me hanging around with Darius here for a bit?” he said. His voice was silky smooth but with a vague threatening tone. He had the cards to play.

“Oh, my, I don’t know. Our liquor license is only good until 10:00,” she said. Her tone was saccharine sweet, trying politely to find a way out.

I smirked. “Well, I think that just applies to the general public,” I said, “And Mr. Alan here is family after all. Can’t be no law against serving family.”

Delia frowned quick at me before jumping back to her happy voice, “Well, I suppose it can’t hurt. Darius, hon, let me show you how the alarm works real fast. You boys can show yourself out whenever.”

Delia motioned for me to follow her to the back of the restaurant. Once we rounded a corner out of view, she pounced.

“Now, just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she asked, spitting venom.

I didn’t really know what I was doing in retrospect. Part of me like chatting with the guy. Part of liked looking at him. And, finally, part of me figured that staying late meant a huge fucking tip, which I sorely needed considering how dead the night was.

“What?” I said in protest.

“Staying here late with Murray’s nephew,” she said indignantly.

“What can it hurt?” I asked, “Besides, you wanted me to make sure he had a good time. He wants to stay.”

She stood staring at me with that Southern momma look no boy wants to see. You could see her mind getting itself tied in knots trying to figure out what to do.

Finally, she gave one heavy sigh. “Not one drop of liquor is unaccounted for or else,” she warned. She was outgunned, and she knew it. “The alarm code’s in the second drawer of the office desk on a laminated card. It better be there tomorrow. I’ll lock the doors before I go.” She waved me out right away when she was done talking and disappeared into the office.

I practically strutted back behind the bar. “Another?” I asked.

“Why not?” he replied, “Not like I’m driving tonight.”

I poured another and placed it down for him.

“I’ll be right back – I just gotta close out the other register,” I said.

“Oh, no problem. I gotta take a leak anyway,” he said, standing up and walking away from the bar as I walked to the register. A moment later I noticed a look of confusion overcame him, “Where’s the john?”

“Walk down the bar and into that little hallway. It’ll be on your left,” I said, pointing the way.

He turned away and started walking. I started counting down one of the register as he did, but I couldn’t help but sneak a little peek. Just as I thought – tight ass Wranglers and cowboy boots. And that little jiggle he had in his step wasn’t bad.

“All right, all right,” I laughed to myself, enjoying the view.

Just as he turned in, Delia came up and locked the front door.

“Back’s locked too,” she travesti istanbul said, before walking to the back door. I heard it slam behind her.

“And goodnight to you too, Ms. Delia,” I laughed again.

A good minute or two later, I heard Alan’s foot steps as he walked back toward the bar. He stopped behind me. “Mind if I move up to where you are?” he asked.

“Nah, come on down. Best seat in the house,” I said, my back to him, keeping my eyes on the money as I counted.

He brought himself down and sat directly behind where I stood. I did the deposit slip for the register and placed it in the bag for the next day before turning back to him.

He shook his empty glass at me with a giant grin on his face.

“Damn, son,” I laughed, “You are one thirsty motherfucker.”

He gave me a little side smile. “These are just too damn good. Have one with me.”

I stopped for a second to think on that. A good bartender usually doesn’t drink with customers – it never ends well.

“I don’t know, man. The boss wouldn’t like it.”

“C’mon,” he goaded me on, “I’ll even pay for it myself so the uncle doesn’t think I’m a fucking drunk. Our little secret, man. How’s that crusty bitch gonna know?” He gave me a dirty, tipsy smile.

I burst out laughing. I knew this was guy was on the same page as me. I glanced over to the other register. It was still open after all, and if I did it as a cash transaction, nobody would be the wiser. I shrugged, “All right, man. You win.”

I poured two more, handing him one and taking the other myself. Again, I tasted before before handing one to him. I pulled up a seat from the behind the bar and sat across from him.

“What’s the thing you do?” he asked, his voice a tiny bit slurred.

“What thing?”

He picked up the stir straw in his drink and slowly licked it before dropping it back in his glass. The tip of the screw dragged about the length of his long tongue before dropping off. I couldn’t tell if he let it linger on purpose or not.

“Oh, we taste the drinks that way. Make sure they taste like they should – not too alcohol or whatever,” I said, taking a sip.

“Never seen a bartender do that before,” he said, now leaning fully on the bar.

“Well, you usually just drink whisky, right? I’d be stealing from you if I tasted a whisky pour.”

He laughed. “I guess.”

We chatted some more as I sipped on the Lemonade. It could grow on me. Alan, though, must have loved them because he couldn’t get enough. With every sip he got a little sloppier. He’d starting taking bigger swigs, the drink lightly dripping off that fine ass mustache as he did. Sometimes, he would stop a lick those drops, his pink tongue slide over that dark blonde hair slowly, savoring the sweet flavor.

After a natural pause in the conversation, Alan asked, “So, what’s up with you? You got a lady?”

I shook my head, “Nah, man. I don’t want to mess with Delta girls.”

He spun his stir straw on his lips. “Why’s that?”

“Ain’t nothing but problems,” I lied.

“Oh yeah, what do they say about the guys then?” he chuckled. He had a big grin like he was pleased with himself for that quip. The straw remained in his mouth, tucked between his teeth.

“What do them girls say? Well, not a lot, because they like sucking the huge cocks around here,” I laughed. He gave a little snort back.

Things went quiet again for a second. We made eye contact.

“So, you want another or…” I began.

“Man, is that true?” he said, cocking his head to the right as if to question me. He squinted his eyes, watching me closely.

“What you mean?” I said, unsure of what he was asking.

“The huge dicks thing?”

“Fuck, man. I can’t speak for everybody, I got a good eight inches and ain’t nobody ever complain.” I have a big, hardy laugh. This is the kind of shit straight guys love to talk a big game about when they’ve had too much to drink.

I waited for him to laugh but he gave me a dopey smile instead. His mustache curled as he smiled.

“Eight inches?” he said.

“What, you don’t believe me? You want some kind of proof?” I said overdramatically. He’s just drunk, I told myself. He’s not going to do anything. Just some harmless straight boy talk.

He let the air go silent again.

“Well, put up or shut up, man.” His twang was thicker than before, and his voice somewhere between joking and serious.

I rolled my eyes, and made a show of looking around. “Wait, you want me to pull out my horse cock in the middle of a restaurant at 10:30 with the windows still wide open?” I jokingly retorted, throwing my hands up. I would call his bluff yet.

He leaned in, “No…” His voice was quiet, almost serious this time. “Show me in the john.”

I came to a full stop. Was he playing me or was he for real? My cock was rapidly growing at thought of him seeing it full mast, but this is the kind of fucking thing that gets you killed if you misread it.

“Just keep playing it up. It’s a fucking game of chicken. Call his bluff,” I figured, “Make a big show of going in there and wait for five seconds. He’ll be out at the bar laughing his cute white ass off.”

I regained myself, wrapping my arms around my back and removing my apron. I tossed it on the bar and turned to walk to the restroom.

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It was a beautiful summer day promising a high turn out for the Carnival of Delights. Not that it ever was lacking in guests, but the warm sun and cool breeze would surely push many to spend extra time and hours within the fair. It was to open in four short hours sparking everyone to get the final touch ups done. The rides were given a final safety test, the food stalls equipped with last minute needs and the entertainment ushered to their assigned locations.

Dillon had found no compassion with the men handling him. It was like they had no care in the world his dignity was ripped away and he was to be whored out to eager buyers. He looked around desperately trying to situate where he was. A goddamn fair in the middle of nowhere should have been easy to spot. But if it was this easy to spot that pointed to sinister forces leading the amusement. The idea of trying to go to the cops or FBI had vanished when he realized a place like this could only exist if it was willfully ignored. If he was honest with himself this seemed like the type of twisted pleasure the richest in the world would seek.

The young man was quickly ushered down a path away from the rides, far past the food and closer to the woods surrounding them. Wherever his head turned there seemed to be signs and paths leading to another disturbed destination. The men holding him only began to speak up when they were faced with a sign that read “Carnival’s mystery boxes. Who cares about a face when you have a tight hole.”

“Is this thing set up or another job we have to do?”

“Mostly, all we need to do is strap him in place then put up the barrier.”

“Alright, keep a tight hold on this one. He’ll start bucking the moment we get there.”

Dillon grunted as a hand painfully fisted his hair and a large cane whipped across his back. The men around him either held the same strength or greater, escape was not possible. While escape wasn’t insight he wasn’t quite ready to submit to his torture. With each step his feet began to drag and he could feel his body shutting down. He was now being yanked to what looked like a wooden portable. Against his better judgement he aimed a kick. It was returned by the man to his left and he felt himself buckle as the target was his balls. Now shaking and coughing he was pushed towards the wooden door.

It shamefully took less effort to get him in the building than he was expecting. Once stepping foot inside he seemed to freeze as he was graced with a twisted sight. In the back of the wooden portable was a leather bench and straps. The bench reminded him of something gymnast would use while the placement of the shackles sparked concern. Two were upon the bench while two on the ground beside. It didn’t take long to realize he would be bent over the table like a bitch waiting for her load. Near the table was large wooden slats and what looked like soft padding for a large hole or circular shape in the wood. Again, his body warned him of the danger by seemingly carrying the weight of boulders. He was simply unable to step forward as the men tried to push him to his confinement.

“Please, I can get you money. Whatever it is you want, I can get it for you. I’m begging you, just let me go!” He cried trying to buck out of the men’s grip.

“Funny how they think hollarin’ and beggin’ will get em free.” There was a sharp noise as Dillon received a spank. “Ain’t nothing we need except this sweet little hole right here. Ain’t much to do so lay your head and take it like a good boy. I’m sure by the tenth man it’ll be second nature.”

“SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!” Dillon screamed pulling against the men.

Laughter rang throughout as Dillon was forced to the bench. With three men around it didn’t take much to bend him over. Once his wrists had been cuffed in place they took a minute to watch the young stud struggle and kick. To his shame the laughter turned into whistles as his half naked body twisted and turned trying to escape. Finally there was a painful spank to settle him down.

The cuffs were strong and once they were in place there was nothing to do to get away from them. He now closed his eyes trying to ignore the feel of the metal binds against his skin. The shirt he had did provide some form of protection to the surface he was bent over but it was quickly ripped off. Now he lay shaking in place waiting for the men to have their fun. The hand resting on his ass pulled back and the men moved to grab the large wooden slots. It was impossible to see what was happening, but he had seen enough porn to let his imagination put the pieces together. When those wooden slats were put together they would act as another wall with a hole just big enough to fit his waist. The soft rubber beside them would ensure there was no chaffing on the hard wood as his body was repeatedly thrust into. The rubber was then grabbed and the men moved around him.

He was expecting the rubber to be istanbul travesti cold to the touch but the handling seemed to have warmed it up. There was a heavy clank as the bottom slot was locked into place causing him to jump. He tried his hardest to peek over his shoulder and see what was happening but the only thing he managed to catch was a wicked smile. Now the rubber was being placed at the top half and with a second click he was locked away in his own world.

The tears flowed steadily with no fear the men would see them. In this part of the video a group would get in line waiting for their turn. And without the ability to see his pain none would hold a care. He was after all just a hole waiting for use. No one used these stands because they wanted an intimate connection. No one would attend this fair because they had the base understanding of consent. The hand that was on his ass returned and he let out a shriek as it touched the plug inside of him.

His entire walk he felt uncomfortably full, but he knew it paled in comparison of what pulling it out would feel like. The tremble in his body increased and he tried desperately to escape the bonds around him. Muffled laughter was to be heard followed by a cold comment.

“Scream as loud as you need to, it’ll help the pain.”

It felt like all the air had been knocked out of him. That fat sphere was now pulling on his rim threatening to rip all his insides out. He begged, screamed and wept trying to stop the man. His words held no affect as the man gave a particular hard pull ripping the plug away from his sore hole. He was left gasping for breath trying to sort through the pain and humiliation. He could feel his poor hole spasming trying to regain its shape. It wasn’t long until there was another strange sensation. Without the plug there would have been pain, but this had the thickness of the stem so his ass ate it with ease.

“Trust me boy you’ll want to be lubed up before they get in there.”

Dillon now realized they had a shooter inside applying a generous amount of lubricant. He could feel himself cringe in disgust as a slippery fluid was injected. When it came out a small trickle of slime escaped as well. The issue was quickly rectified with a much smaller plug. A hand gently patted his butt signalling he was prepared.

“Don’t be afraid to enjoy it. I’m sure someone will be able to rub you the right way.”

Dillon’s only reaction was a shriek of rage and rattle of the chains that held him. It seemed the men had now grown bored of him as they quickly walked away. There was a slam of the door and he was all alone. With not much to do he stared forward counting the panels of wood along the wall. He found himself stopping when he wondered how many men he would be counting.

****

There was no way to tell the time but if he would have guessed he would have said hours. His wrists and ankles were sore from the cuffs while his legs gained a cramp from the unfriendly angle. He found himself occasionally shifting to the left or right but without the ability to stretch the pain never left.

The hours of silence were broken up with heavy footsteps and a loud slam. Dillon’s entire body jumped and eyes widened as somebody took a step into the portable. The heavy feet moving behind him had him wondering if it was a group that entered while the muffled voices confirmed it. It was now had his fear turned into audible panic. He knew in his heart none had cared for his weeping but perhaps there would be one looking for redemption. Perhaps he could strike a chord in one black heart.

“Please, I’m not supposed to be here. I don’t know what happened… they took me and my friends. Please, I just want to be home… I can get you all money.”

The men watched with hungry eyes and drooling mouths at the meal waiting for them. With each fearful word spoken it seemed the ass would clench or twitch in fear. The murmurs and pleas gave hint to a beautiful song waiting for them. Whenever the slut would hear a footstep the legs would pull and the cheeks would try to create a seal keeping any intruder out. The prize waiting for them was surely beautiful. The round form hinted to an athletic pastime while the trickling of hair offered a fresh scent. It was now had a discussion began on who would go first. One had wanted cock size while the other debated the classic first come first serve, in the end it was a worker who came in that helped the dispute. Both ticket value and time of arrival had formed the line.

Dillon shook in his isolated corner wondering when it was going to happen. He thought he would prefer to be locked in solitude as a stranger took him, but the inability to see what was happening was giving an increasing fear he felt would accentuate the pain. He was right in a sense because as a hand touched his bare skin he jumped forward as much as the bonds would allow. Of course this earned a istanbul travestileri chuckle and gentle pat.

“I can’t wait to get inside, haven’t enjoyed a young ass in a long time.”

Dillon’s tears increased and he pulled fiendishly against his chains. His fighting proved useless as hand was able to grasp his waist holding him steady. A finger slowly trailed over his crack until it drummed against the plug. With a sudden jerk and gasp the plug was removed. Now he was completely open and the only barrier rudely discarded upon the floor. Once again Dillon tried to pull free and once again his bonds proved stronger than his will. When something hard and wrapped in rubber pressed up against him his voice was unleashed again.

“I’m begging you! Don’t do this! Please, my god don’t rape me!”

The cock slapped his ass and his eyes closed. No amount of begging was going to save him, nothing could be done. At this present moment he was a mere fleshlight for these men. The only relief he had was the knowledge there was protection. He swallowed a loud gulp as the fat mushroom head poked at him. With a sharp breath and a squeal it pushed inside. Applause followed suit and the party was started.

He found himself somewhat thankful of the oversized plug that was forced inside. Of course the sex was painful but it was not the level of excruciating he was expecting. With the pain dulled to a minimal he could now focus on the sheer humiliation racking throughout. A warm, hairy and sweaty body was consistently being thrust against him. He could feel each inch of cock burying itself inside and with each thrust he was further fucked into his shame. If the wall was removed he was sure he’d hear ragged grunting and groans of pleasure.

Since his body seemed to grow accustomed to the abuse his rapist decided a harsher pace was necessary. The hands on him increased their grip and with each thrust he was scared the wall would break. Pain now seemed to be on his attacker’s mind. His cries echoed around him causing him to blush red. The room seemed to pick up on his sobs because laughter was heard and a gentle pat was felt.

His fight returned with the mocking touch. These men had his body, there was no way he could deal with them playing with his mind. His screams started up again but he deepened his voice trying to sound intimidating. He began bucking hard causing the leather bench to shift with his movement. Unfortunately, the back end wasn’t meeting the same energy. Whenever he would kick his ass was pushed against his rapist. The man on him would either pinch him tightly or increase his thrusting while slapping his ass. He soon realized he had become a twisted display of a bucking bronco.

“Holy shit, I swear he’s trying to squeeze my cock off. I’m about to shoot.”

These were the type of men he had no issues poking fun at, lowly souls who sex skills and stamina were so lacking they had no choice but to pay. Now one was about to cum while raping him. Tears welled up in his eyes and he beat his fists upon the leather. That pace increased and finally there was a slam against him. To his own horror that final slam caused a tingle of excitement to move throughout. His cock twitched and he bit his lip withholding a moan. Another ten seconds and his attacker slowly pulled out. To his horror he felt liquid bubble up and drip out of his freshly used ass. Once the substance had been discarded his sloppy hole snapped shut with a wet squelch.

“Damn, bitch was so tight he ripped the condom right up. Guess we’re filling her up boys!”

There was nothing to be done but to resign. His future lay ahead and it was filled with sweaty cock. He withheld the scream as another quickly slid into place. The plug, cum and cock had warn him down so the second man was quickly mounting him and thrusting.

It was fair to say the second man could extend the fuck. He was currently trying to figure out if this was designed to be pleasurable for the man or draw out as much humiliation from himself. Unlike the quick violent thrusts he received earlier this one would slowly push in before rotating and inching out. When all but the head was out he could feel his wrinkled hole suckling on it wanting to draw it back in. Then the man would insert again and repeat.

Dillon bit his lip and began ripping at the chains again. He had never felt so disgusting in his life before, he had never felt such fear and pain but for some odd reason there was a positive response to it. Enough of the gentle dicking and he started to swell. His breathing no longer came out in screams or sobs, but instead the ragged grunts he was sure the man on him was making. It was now had his body started to memorize this man’s weapon. It was slightly longer than the last but much thicker and held a nice curve that hit the right button. In his shame Dillon had found his body wasn’t just enjoying it but beginning to move travesti istanbul with the fuck. He stopped pulling at his chains and was now arching his back trying to meet the thrusts. Another stroke against his prostate had him crying out for more.

Now that he was happily settled into the new activity the man went hard. With each thrust the wood and chains would rattle accompanied by Dillon’s moans. The man’s growls filled the cabin causing those watching to lick their lips or pine with jealousy. Now that the bitch was open and allowed to be filled a generous line had formed. If Dillon had seen it perhaps the tears and shrieks would start again, because seventeen men and counting was a challenge for even the most seasoned whore.

“That’s it baby,” the man growled. “You’re taking it so well.”

The wall had muted the words causing them to sound like low rumbling but Dillon couldn’t help but respond. His mouth fell open and he finally let himself speak to his rapists, and they were not words of disgust.

“Harder.”

The young man’s eyes rolled into his head as sweaty balls smacked him repeatedly. That curved cock was continually rubbing against him teasing him towards a new title-wave of pleasure. It was almost enough to distract him of was happening, but not completely. The hands were gripping tighter and the circular grinding had stopped. The fat mushroom head was no longer rubbing his prostate and would try to get deeper with each thrust. He knew what was coming and tried desperately to prevent it.

“Please, not inside. Please I’ve been good, just not inside.”

His pleas fell on def ears. Another few thrusts and the man was pressing as deep as he could go. This time Dillon reacted. He choked on a sob trying to buck the man off. Unlike the previous attacker he could feel the fat cock twitching inside him along with a sickening warmth. He swore a gallon had just been dumped inside. His rapist continued to thrust through the aftershock and finally pulled out when an ungodly amount had been donated to the pink doughnut. The entire group laughed at the girl like squeal as a fat gob spilled out.

“Alright, think I’ll make him shoot.”

There was no warning. The man pulled out and was quickly replaced with another. Though he was shorter than the first two he was much fatter. Dillon’s breath caught in his throat as the cruel girth tried to wiggle inside.

“Please, no more. I can’t take anymore.”

“I know he’s big. Just take deep breaths and we’ll get him in ya.”

The rattling chains and squeals were accompanied by deep grunts and shaking wood. Dillon’s rapist continuously pressed forward trying to ease in the oversized organ. The entire group watched with wide eyes as a coke can of a cock was continuously pressing into the raw slit. There was a moment of compassion as a hand snaked under Dillon’s legs to grasp his still hard member. The added pleasure seemingly did the trick. With a deep grunt Dillon’s hole swallowed the treat pressing into it. The young man’s reaction was a shrill screech and his eyes to bug out.

He was expecting the man to pull back once he had taken him in but was surprised and horrified the hand remained. Now his breathing escaped in grunts as the hand gently worked his head. The added stimulation had not dulled the pain but allowed his body to breathe with it. A sharp stab or painful stretch had also meant his prostate would be loved and cock rubbed. It had seemed he was no different than the whores he tossed aside. He was in pain, the one fucking him had no care for his dignity but his body relinquished itself to the abuse. He let his mouth fall open and allowed his pleasure to outweigh his shame. It was hard to grasp the severity of his situation when he felt so good.

Being thrown into such carnal bliss can only have one outcome. Dillon had been teased and tormented enough, his body was going to reach its peak. The man on him seemed to understand exactly what was happening and aimed to finish at the same time. He angled his dick to shoot into the young man’s guts while fiddling with the soft pink head.

“That’s it boy, cum for me.”

Dillon was nearly knocked unconscious with the pleasure racking throughout. He had never had such an intense orgasm before. He wasn’t even too sure where he was. He had finally reached the mountain he was climbing and was swimming in the high it gave. Close to fifteen seconds went by before it subsided and he was hanging limply in place. The man then pulled out and he felt the third load trickle down his thigh. His hole didn’t bother to snap to its original form, another cock was already pressing inside. Dillon then closed his eyes choosing to ignore the feel of heavy balls smacking against him. Perhaps he could eventually climb to that ecstasy again.

The line snaking through the trees and towards the portables had disheartened the man with grey hair and a dense build. Damien had arrived at the Carnival not forty minutes ago and was sad to see one of his favorite attractions with one of the longest lines. It was nothing to fuss over though, there was still so much to see. The man grabbed his partner and continued to move through the fair.

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“Excellent work, Charlie,” Coach Alex shouted from the sidelines. “You’re keeping up perfectly!”

It was recruiting season, which meant a few weeks of practices in which a promising high school player would join and get to know the team. This usually meant going on a tour of the school and soccer facilities, getting dinner with the team, and spending the night in a dorm.

Jake usually hated these practices because he had to go through so much effort to make the recruit’s experience positive — and they generally weren’t even all that good! But today, he was pleasantly surprised. From all he could gather, Charlie was a truly stellar player. Even more, he had good grades and a super positive attitude to boot. Jake felt extremely motivated to get him to join the team for next year.

Towards the end of practice, Jake could tell that Charlie was having fun, feeling self-confident, and getting comfortable with the guys. He gracefully passed the ball around the field, calling plays, and taking in the other player’s helpful advice as best he could. As they all gathered into a post-scrimmage huddle, Jake got to admire up close Charlie’s boyish looks. He was quite small: At barely 18-years-old, he was only 5’6″ and had a skinny, but toned, physique. With dark buzzed hair, blue eyes, and a wide smile, he was both adorable and sexy. Jake certainly didn’t get homosexual vibes from Charlie, but if he was gay, he’d be an absolutely perfect twink.

“Good practice, guys. I think we’re in great shape for the game tomorrow,” Coach said encouragingly to the team. “We’d have an even better chance of winning if Charlie could play with us tomorrow, but I guess we’ll just have to wait until next year for that!”

The guys laughed, but all nodded in agreement. It was clear that Charlie would be a fantastic addition to the team, if he so chose. Charlie beamed.

As they guys broke from the huddle, Jake hustled over to give Charlie the lowdown on the rest of his visit.

“Nice work today, man! I’m completely serious when I say that we were all impressed. Coach clearly was too — he never says things like that to the recruits.”

“Thanks,” Charlie replied with an earnest smile. “I had a ton of fun. Seems like a great fit so far!”

“Glad to hear it. Well as you know, I’ll be showing you around campus for the rest of the evening so that you can get to know the college even better. First thing, we can shower off in the team locker room, then drop your luggage in the dorms before grabbing dinner with the guys. If you’re up for it, we can definitely check out a couple parties tonight and see where the night takes us. Sound good?”

“Sounds good,” said Charlie. He asked a few more questions to Jake as they walked the short distance from the practice fields to the soccer locker rooms, such as the timing of team tryouts, the team’s strengths and weaknesses, and how it was balancing soccer with academics. Jake was used to fielding these questions, so he responded with ease.

When they got to the locker stalls, he handed Charlie a towel and pointed towards the gang showers. For being only 18, Jake was impressed at just how comfortable Charlie was with his body. He stripped off his clothes without a care, then casually walked over to the showers without even feeling the need to cover up.

Jake got his first complete look at Charlie’s body as they started to rinse off in the hot water. He was nearly hairless, with absolutely no chest hair, short and thin leg hair, and completely shaved pubes. His skinny frame accentuated his impressive musculature considering his age, with very visible abs and toned pecs, arms, and legs. But his ass was perhaps his best quality. Although a little small, it was extremely firm, rounded, and hairless. As Charlie rubbed soap over his body, Jake sneaked the tiniest glimpse of his tiny, smooth hole. In an instant, Jake could feel a semi start to spring from his groin.

Within a few minutes, the whole team and Coach were chatting in the showers. The usual antics were in full swing on this particular Friday afternoon, with guys slapping each other on the ass, whipping towels, and making evening plans.

“For being such a little guy, you sure can move,” Noah, a junior on the team, said jokingly to Charlie. “Don’t worry though, in a few more years you’ll be just as jacked as the rest of us!” He flexed istanbul travesti his muscles, showing off to make the point.

Charlie smiled, clearly impressed at Noah’s 6’4″ and jacked body. Jake couldn’t help but notice the way Charlie’s eyes momentarily lingered on Noah’s absolutely enormous cock, at least 6″ when flaccid and 9″ hard, as it swung between his legs. But given the size, Jake didn’t want to read too much into the moment.

“Thanks, dude,” Charlie said after a second, catching himself staring. “I’d definitely like to build up a bit more mass.”

A bit later, Jake and Charlie toweled off and put on their street clothes. After grabbing Charlie’s suitcase and gym duffel, they left the athletic complex and began walking over to the brand-new campus dorm. The school always had recruits stay in the nicest dorms in order to impress them, even though students never got to live there until their senior year. Charlie seemed impressed by the space, a lightly furnished single-occupancy room with a big window that looked into a dense forest. He put down his suitcase on the desk and then sat down on the bed, leaning back against the wall.

“This has been such a great visit, Jake,” Charlie said, appearing exhausted but content.

“Really glad to hear it, Charlie. I’m curious: Anything in particular stand out so far?” Jake pulled up the desk chair so that it was facing the bed and sat down.

“Well part of it is that this is a great school, and you have a great track record as a team. But I’ve visited a lot of places like that, and you still stand out. I think it’s maybe just how comfortable and chill everyone is with each other. Like, it’s pretty cool and unique to see Coach showering with the guys after practice. Feels like you’re all one big unit.”

“Yeah, that is a really nice aspect of our team,” Jake said nodding in agreement. “It helps that Coach was a senior on the team my first year, so we’ve built up a good working relationship. But mostly we just work actively to make sure the team is cohesive each year. I think it’s paid off well so far.”

“For sure man,” Charlie replied.

“I hope the locker room situation didn’t make you uncomfortable though. I know it can be strange to be naked in front of a bunch of total strangers, plus potentially your future coach.”

“Oh, that wasn’t a concern at all,” said Charlie with a small laugh. “I was mostly just shocked at the size of Noah’s dick! How big is that thing?”

Jake bursted out laughing, not expecting Charlie’s candor on the subject. “Yeah dude, it’s huge. I think it’s about 9″ when hard.”

“Fuck. He must be very popular on campus.”

“You don’t even know the half of it,” Jake began, wondering whether or not he should mention the team’s sexual history at this point. In a split-second decision, he chose to tell Charlie. “If I’m being completely honest, a few weeks back, well….Noah and I had some fun in the locker rooms.”

“No way dude!” Charlie looked shocked and impressed, but not upset. “Like, are you saying he fucked you with that thing?”

“Yeah man,” Jake replied with a devilish grin. “It was honestly incredible, like the biggest dick I’ve ever taken. I have no idea what you’re into, but the team is very gay-friendly. Maybe we should be more modest, but it’s not uncommon for some shenanigans to go on in there after practice sometimes!” He decided he wouldn’t be any more specific than that for the time being.

Charlie grinned, imagining the sexual escapades that had taken place in there. He loosely rubbed the ever-growing tent in his jeans, before catching himself.

“Damn, you guys are so comfortable with each other. Wish my team back home was like that.”

“What do you mean? Like you wish your team just got along better, or actually fucked each other in the locker room sometimes?” Jake laughed at his ridiculous and mostly joking suggestion.

“It’s really just the gay-friendly thing. Can I tell you something?” Charlie suddenly looked nervous.

“Of course, man, anything.”

“Well, part of my problem with the other places I’ve visited is how closed-off the team can seem. I haven’t told too many people this, but I’m bisexual and wouldn’t want my future teammates to treat me differently because of that.”

“Wow Charlie, thanks for telling me that,” Jake responded with care. “I can definitely istanbul travestileri assure you that you wouldn’t have any issues on that front with our team. Literally every single guy here is extremely cool on that issue, so no worries at all.”

Charlie smiled, looking more and more confident he would being going here in the Fall. “Thanks, I really appreciate that. And for what’s it worth, you have a really nice looking dick too, Jake.” He winked.

Jake was taken aback but appreciated that compliment. “I didn’t want to say anything, but your ass is so hot, dude. I bet you’re popular with the guys back home.”

“What guys?!” Charlie joked. “I’ve had some girlfriends, but never been with a guy before actually. There just aren’t that many out dudes at my school.”

“A true shame,” said Jake. “I think you’ll have lots of fun once you start here though!”

Charlie smiled back at him. Impulsively, he said, “I mean, why wait for when I start?”

The two of them stared intensely at each other for a moment, before Jake leapt onto the bed. In seconds, they were passionately making out as Jake pushed Charlie flat down on the bed and got on top of him. Running his hands along Charlie’s head, neck, shoulders, and arms, he soon began pulling off his and Charlie’s shirts. Their firm chests pressed against one another, the weight of Jake’s pressing Charlie down.

“You’re so fucking hot, Charlie,” Jake grunted animalistically. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I first saw you today.”

“I want to get fucked so bad,” Charlie moaned back.

Jake couldn’t wait. After pulling down his own pants, he got on his knees to unbuckle Charlie’s belt and remove his jeans. In one quick motion, he yanked off Charlie’s briefs to reveal his fully erect cock. Charlie was certainly smaller than Jake, but that didn’t prevent him from wanting to suck it.

“Ever had a guy suck your cock before, Charlie?”

“No, only girls,” he replied.

Jake wrapped his lips over the tip of Charlie’s manhood, holding the shaft firmly in his right hand. Instantaneously, Charlie began moaning loudly and uncontrollably. As Jake continued to stroke the shaft lightly, he worked his lips further and further down. Finally, he removed his hand completely and took the entire dick in his mouth, moving up and down quickly and enthusiastically. Charlie began to thrust gently into Jake’s mouth as he continued sucking him off.

“Oh my god,” Charlie whispered passionately, almost in shock. “You’re so good at this, Jake. This is so, so good.”

The two of them made eye contact as Charlie grabbed Jake’s head, now thrusting harder into his mouth. Jake massaged Charlie’s balls, quickly feeling them tense up.

“OH SHIT!” Charlie screamed as he suddenly began to pump cum into Jake’s mouth. Not expecting the eruption, Jake did his best to swallow up the load as Charlie held down his head. Hot and salty, it tasted absolutely incredible. Jake felt at least 5 or 6 bursts on his tongue before Charlie released him.

Jake smiled at Charlie when the orgasm subsided, then moved on top of him again for a kiss. He pushed his tongue deep inside Charlie’s mouth, sharing back his seed.

“Sorry about that,” Charlie said with a sheepish smile. “Didn’t mean to cum so quick, but you are so good at blowjobs. Way better than any girl I’ve been with.”

“Don’t apologize, man. I’m happy to help.” After making out for a bit more, Jake felt his own ever-stiff cock pulsing between their bodies. “Do you still want me to fuck you?”

Charlie didn’t even hesitate before nodding his head in agreement. “Please Jake, I want you inside me so bad,” he begged.

Jake smiled before flipping Charlie over onto his stomach. Back down on his knees, Jake spread Charlie’s ass cheeks open before running his tongue down Charlie’s hole. Bright pink, tight, and hairless, it was absolutely gorgeous to see.

Charlie started to moan loudly again, obviously experiencing a rim job for the first time.

“You like that?” Jake asked Charlie, already knowing the answer.

“So much, Jake,” he replied. “Now put your huge cock in me!”

Jake couldn’t believe how eager Charlie was to be fucked. Getting up, he spit on his hand a few times, lubing up Charlie’s hole and his own dick in turns. As he positioned himself over Charlie’s small, young, and twinky body, travesti istanbul he felt acutely just how much bigger he was than the recruit. Almost half a foot taller and carrying at least 30 more pounds of muscle, Jake felt huge.

After a few thrusts along Charlie’s now-wet crack, Jake propped the tip of his dick against Charlie’s tight hole. “Ready for your first dick?”

“Fuck yeah I am,” Charlie replied.

“Just try to relax, and don’t worry about it too much. You’ll get used to the feeling in a bit,” Jake encouraged as he pushed his dick slowly but forcefully into Charlie’s ass. Charlie tensed up briefly as he adjusted, eventually relaxing again. In a minute or two, Jake’s dick was completely inside Charlie.

“You feel absolutely incredible,” Jake whispered in Charlie’s ear. “This is the smallest, tightest hole I’ve ever fucked.”

Still leaning over Charlie’s back, Jake began to thrust his dick completely in and out as Charlie moaned with pleasure. Each time he bottomed out, he felt Charlie’s ass squeeze tight around his cock.

“How does this feel so fucking good?!” Charlie asked incredulously.

“It’s my dick hitting your prostate. Get used to it, buddy,” Jake replied, smirking.

Jake moved upright onto his knees, propping up Charlie’s ass and holding his hips while he fucked him faster from behind. He smacked Charlie’s right ass cheek with his hand, making Charlie jump in surprise.

Jake loved watching his cock slide in and out of Charlie. He stared intently as Charlie’s hole stretched each time his dick slid in, then tightened as his dick pulled out. Their bodies shined with sweat, precum, and lube.

A few minutes later, Jake decided it was time to reposition. Pulling out, he quickly picked up Charlie’s entire body with ease and threw him back down onto his back. To Jake’s surprise, Charlie was completely erect again.

“Looks like you’re ready for another round,” Jake mused.

“How could I not be?” Charlie asked rhetorically as he pulled his legs back over his shoulders, exposing his tight asshole once more.

Jake spit on Charlie’s erection, then began to stroke it gently as he reentered him. He loved watching Charlie’s expression as his dick slid fully in: His face went from discomfort and pain to sheer ecstasy in seconds as his body, once more, became accustomed to taking in another man.

“Shit, Jake,” Charlie moaned through short, belabored breaths. “You’re getting me so close.”

“Fucking cum for me, Charlie,” Jake told him. “Show me how much you love getting fucked.” Jake continued to stroke Charlie’s cock, feeling it pulse intensely as he moved closer to orgasm. At the same time, Jake felt Charlie’s ass squeeze tight around his cock.

“I’m cumming!” Charlie screamed once more as his dick sprayed massive ropes of jizz. They landed all over his hairless torso, coating the space between his pecs, his abs, and his belly button. He struggled to catch his breath as Jake continued to stroke his cock, coaxing every last drop of cum out.

“That was a huge load, bro, especially for a second time,” Jake said with a smile. He then scooped up Charlie’s cum with his right hand and fed it directly to Charlie, who lapped it up eagerly.

“I want to cum in you so bad,” Jake told him. “Tell me how much you want this load in you.”

Charlie was almost desperate for Jake. “Please Jake, breed my tight little hole. Give me my first load, please!”

Jake grinned as he held down Charlie’s chest with his hands, ramming his cock forcefully into Charlie’s ass. Each time, his balls clapped against Charlie’s taint.

“I’m so close,” Jake said through gritted teeth, preparing for a massive orgasm.

“Fill me up. Breed me, Jake,” Charlie begged one final time, just as Jake thrust in his dick and exploded.

“FUCK!” Jake shouted, not caring if the rooms next door could hear. His body collapsed on top of the recruit as he lost control, feeling an intense orgasm as wad after wad of cum flooded Charlie’s virgin ass. Their sweaty bodies pressed together, becoming one as Jake continued to breed his hole.

When he finally came down from the orgasm, he rolled off of Charlie and laid down next to him, wrapping his arm around Charlie’s neck and shoulders.

“Pretty fun, right?” Jake grinned knowingly at Charlie. With his spare hand, he reached down to feel Charlie’s bruised asshole, noticing his cum leaking out onto the sheets.

“Understatement of the century,” Charlie replied.

“So does that mean you’re going to join the team for sure next year?”

“Oh hell yeah,” he agreed. “I’d be an idiot not to after this!”

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Author’s Introduction; This is the third, and the finale story in the ‘Surrender’ trilogy. For those new to this three part story; The first part is; ‘Surrender To Desire’ and the second part is; ‘Surrender To Love’. I strongly encourage you to read both of those before reading this final part; ‘Surrender To More’.

The Return To Anchorage

It was with rearranged feelings that Aaron and Randy retraced their steps on the way back home. The big city and real life awaits them, casting a somewhat somber atmosphere in the cab of the truck. However, it wasn’t somber due to the fact that both men had plunged deeper into a relationship — it’s that the relationship that started with Sylvia’s suggestion to share a shower and a hot-tub had evolved into something so much more. And perhaps somber isn’t even the right word — let us say it was a thoughtful atmosphere — a subdued atmosphere filled with individual unspoken thoughts and feelings. For they still had much to think about and process in regard to the rather rapid reshuffling of their lives. A reshuffling of core values and beliefs each had held about their own sexuality — that each had held about themselves and who they loved … and who they could love.

So, there was more silence on the drive back — but certainly not less thinking and pondering about what comes next. It was Randy who asked first; “You’re awfully quiet, what’cha thinking about?”

“I could ask you the same thing, but I think we both know what we’re thinking about. Randy, we can’t deny that things have changed between us. I personally am not sorry about what we did together. I’m not ashamed or afraid to say I love you — perhaps it’s in a strange way, but I’m not going to deny it. We’ve been almost like brothers for years — now for me it seems more like lovers. I know talk like that freaks you out, but I want to be honest. I know you’ve been thinking about too.”

“Yeh, it’s about all I can think about. I guess I’ve had it pounded into my brain that two men in love is wrong — it’s not natural. You’ve met my father, you know what he’s like, everything has to be his way. He’d flat out say it’s not possible for us to feel romantic love for each other. If he knew what I’ve done with you — he’d disown me for sure, and maybe even shoot me in a rage. I know for a fact that he’d disown me though. I’m torn Aaron, it feels so good to be with you — to be with you and Sylvia. I know that I’ve put up some walls and pretended that what we’re doing is all just casual messing around — but it’s all a lie Aaron. To be honest, I think I may like what we’re doing more than you and Sylvia do. Bottom line, I’m trying to come to grips with the fact that I’m a homo … and as much as I hate even the sound of that, I know how I feel is not going to just magically go away. So yeah, I’ve been thinking about it too.”

I took to heart every Randy’s every word of … what; confession. I had forgotten how homophobic his family could be, perhaps even to the extent of the violence that he just described. Not knowing what to say to that …, “Randy, I don’t know what to say about your family and their beliefs. But I totally get that such things are bound to weigh heavy. If you want, we can all agree to never venture into such experiences again. I know you love Sylvia, of course it’s up to her … but if you want to just keep this all about you and I enjoying her — and she us, I can abandon any sexual stuff with you. Would that help?”

“That’s very thoughtful and kind, but the truth is; Now that I’ve experienced your cock, I’m not sure I want to walk away from what we’ve both just discovered. I want to be with you both — I want to fuck your Sylvia and I want to be fucked by you — I even want to fuck you.” He gave a little chuckle and added, “That’s a lot of fucking, isn’t it?”

I smiled at him, “Yes, and it all sounds quite wonderful to me. Randy, think about what you just said. I think it would be a miracle if you would ever be able to give up all the things you want. Honestly, I think it might drive you insane to live such a lie — and for what? To keep your old man happy? Is it worth what it would cost you to keep him happy?”

“It’s complicated, I give you that. And I really don’t want all of this we’ve discovered to just disappear out of my life. But I’m a bit worried that somehow my family might find out. But since it’s you and Sylvia, maybe they wouldn’t think much about me spending time with you two? They already know we’ve been friends for quite awhile. The fact that you’re a married couple … unlikely they’d think I’m sucking your cock and letting you breed me — and I can’t in my wildest imagination think they would ever consider that Sylvia and I might get involved.”

“I know it’s more complicated for you than it is for me and Sylvia. This is just a thought thrown at the wall to see if it sticks, okay? But what if you moved in with us. We have a spare bedroom that hardly ever gets used. Maybe you could do that and tell your family it’s to save more money — or something?”

“You istanbul travesti think Sylvia would go for that?”

“Obviously, we’ve not talked about it. But I know she enjoyed having two men — after all, she’s the one who started all of this — something I never expected, by the way. But if you think that might work for you, I can talk to her when she gets back home.”

“That really would be a perfect solution — at least for me. My only concern at first thought is that a little of me might be fun, but me around all the time … you think that would work for you guys? What if she wants to fuck me more than you want her too? What if she gets jealous of us having sex? Like I said, it would be perfect for me — but what about you two?”

“All I can say is; we’ll all have to sit down and talk it through. If she says no, then we’ll have to think of something else. Worth a shot, eh? And just to be absolutely clear; I don’t want to stop what we’re doing together — in fact, I want a lot more.”

“I want more to, I really do. You lead and I’ll follow, it’s your house and she’s your wife — the last thing I ever want to do is rock you guys boat.”

“Good enough, I’ll talk to her when she gets back after she’s rested. Now, if there’s nothing more to say about the future — what do you think about giving me a blow-job while I drive us home? I haven’t had one since the one you gave me last night, you know?”

Aaron’s attempt to lighten the mood was enough for a smile to grace Randy’s face. He cleared some stuff off the bench seat onto the floor and scooted closer to this one true friend — this friend who was quickly becoming something more. Sitting close, he used both hands to open Aaron’s pants and had him lift up off the seat just enough to pull the pants down to expose the already growing cock. He didn’t say anything, but he really wished they were in bed again at the cabin. It was so perfect there — so peaceful — so private. He was already getting hard himself with the prospect of having Aaron’s hard man-meat in his mouth again — that in itself must mean that something deeper inside had been awakened. It also meant that there had already been a rearranging and purging of those old phobias and confusion about who could love who — and who gets to embrace sexual intimacy. After so many years fighting and denying his bisexuality, he had grown weary of the lie and with thoughts of fully embracing his true self Randy lowered his lips to the bulging cock waiting for his service.

“Oh fuck! You give great head baby — you sure you haven’t been doing this for years — suck it like I know you want to — eat it!”

I knew Aaron was sorta exaggerating and playing around, but I was a hundred percent sure that I wanted to suck him until he fed me his sweet essence again. As I sucked him, the thought surfaced; ‘Who do I think I’m kidding? I could be locked up away from any cock — but I would still wish for it. That’s not the life I want to live — pretending to be someone I’m not.’

As I serviced him, I thought back to what he’d said … he was right; I don’t want to spend my life pretending I’m someone I’m not. ‘I’ll just have to figure it out … but it’s going to be on my terms. If the family throws me out ….’ I pushed the intrusive thoughts away again and refocused on the cock in my mouth. I may have been on auto pilot for a moment or two, but now Aaron’s cock, the smoothness of the bulbous head, the smell of his sex — it was wonderful and I only wished we were still on our bed at the cabin — so I could lay under him again as he breeds me into submission.

Randy’s words brought me back to the present, but his cock was still in my mouth.

“We’re coming into Wasilla. You need to pee or anything?”

I hated having to take my mouth off of him, “No, I’m good. You need to stop?”

“Yeh, I kinda do, and we can get some gas. But I sure like what you’re doing down there.”

I sat up and after watching him try to button up, I held the steering-wheel as he put himself back into his pants. But I savored the taste of him lingering in on my tongue — and I found myself being aroused — and oddly relieved — by my self admission of being a cock-sucker. I was tempted to add to that thought the fact that I was also proud of it. But that seemed a stretch too far — or maybe it was just too soon to make such bold proclamations?

I decided to join him in the restroom, I felt a piss building and might as well take a leak myself. Turned out the restroom was a one person style with a single toilet. We stood together and added another intimate experience to our growing list — I smiled at him when took mine in his hand … and I reached over and returned the favor. I’ve never really been in love, but this growing intimacy between us was breaking down old walls of resistance that I wasn’t even all that aware of. I told myself, ‘We’re not hurting anyone — only growing closer with each new discovery and learning more about each other every day.’

We both washed our hands, not because either istanbul travestileri of our cocks was dirty, but because the room wasn’t as clean as the signs in the front window proclaimed.

Back in the truck, it was just a short drive on into Anchorage now. As Randy drove us home, I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. It was so nice to be able to relax and play back again all that happened in our short time away in the wilderness. Randy seemed unfazed by what we did in our bed at the cabin.

Perhaps it was the fact that he has Sylvia to confirm his status as a normal straight guy? I am the one who took her place these last few days. I mulled the thought of being his substitute woman for a few seconds — no, I knew that I’m no substitute — it wasn’t as a stand-in for her, the role that I had played. Bottom line; we’re both bisexual — we each played the role of being the other man — the cock to suck — the friend who ‘gets it’ — the guy who needed the same things for life to be balanced and satisfying.

As we got closer to town, I put away my thoughts about Aaron and pushed away the next wondering thoughts of where we each fit into this picture. I told myself; ‘It’ll all unfold as it will — hopefully for the best for all three of us.’

***

Sylvia was scheduled to arrive later this evening, so Aaron and I got the truck unloaded and all the gear stashed in the garage and the storage shed out back. Since the house was already clean, the way we left it, the thought of a nice warm shower led us both upstairs to the master bedroom. After all we had done — all that we had discovered these last few days in our remote hideaway, it just seemed right that we both strip naked together and Aaron stepped into the shower.

I didn’t know what Aaron was thinking, and I worried that I was becoming too swept away with our … situation. After all the sex we’d shared these last few days, I found myself wanting to once again be in his arms — and once again be on my knees bringing us both pleasure with my lips and tongue.

After Aaron had stepped into the shower, I quickly finished stripping away my clothes and joined him. I was already hard and showing my arousal, and he glanced down and saw it as soon as I stepped in. We stood in silence for some seconds before he stepped closer to me. I expected him to fondle my cock — instead, he tipped my face up to his and kissed me on my lips.

As I circled my arms around him, I felt his tongue seeking to be in my mouth — and I surrendered to his desire.

As he was so passionately kissing me, I felt his hand caressing my butt crack — I spread my legs wider and surrendered to his desire.

As he slowly and softly stroked me up and back down again — I pushed my butt out for him and felt his finger on my opening and … I surrendered to his desire.

After all my worry and stress about being queer, ironically I stood here naked with another man who was probably going to fuck me in awhile — and I knew that I would always surrender to his desire. There seemed to be nothing I could do to stop my own desires — so I just surrendered in the fight to thwart them — to deny them … as all that baggage faded away, I melted into this man to whom I have surrendered it all to.

As he held me close, I felt a relief wash over me. ‘This — this moment is real — these feelings are real,’ I told myself. With faith in my feelings, I finally fully surrendered my shame and guilt and doubt about being bisexual — about being queer. His kisses now felt right and not something to shun, hide or be afraid of. His kiss was as honest and true as Sylvia’s. Even in that almost sacred moment, I knew the doubts may try to come back. But at that moment, I knew that I was done with them. I looked up into his eyes, “I’m ready if you want to.”

In response, Aaron lowered his lips to mine and we kissed one more time. This time our tongues teased one another in such a tender way. Intuitively, I knew that even just enjoying that kiss painted and confirmed that I was queer. Kissing him sent chills into my body and sent a message to my cock to suddenly come alive and wake up once again. And strangest of all, that kiss sent a tingling telegram to my ass-pussy telling it to get ready too.

However, in our passion and pleasure it seemed that we both had forgot about the time and that Sylvia’s flight arrival must be soon. With such an abrupt end to, what was for me, one of the most perfect moments we’ve shared together, we both scrambled to get dressed and head for the airport — thankfully we arrived just in time.

We parked and both of us went to welcome ‘our girl’ home. It was close, but we had arrived before her and were waiting for her at the gate. She had only taken a carry-on bag for such a brief stay, so away we all went once again to their house.

I had already planned to give them plenty of space to get reacquainted. I knew from experience that Aaron is a horny guy, and he and Sylvia needed their time alone to get everyone satisfied. travesti istanbul So, I wished them both a good night and went to the room with the foldout sofa-bed. I drifted along in sort of a half sleep — half awake way as I laid there naked and all alone — it felt kinda weird being in a strange bed — but mostly, it was being alone that felt the strangest. However, after our big adventure — after the many stressful moments as Aaron and I unburied our feelings and our fears to each other — it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep.

#Sylvia Brings A Calming Presence

That night was a time for Randy and Sylvia to reconnect and as they lay cuddled close she asked him, “How was the cabin?”

“Everything was just the way we left — no more bear visits since that last one. And, it was as magically beautiful as it always is. I think Randy was really impressed with what we’ve done.”

“I wish I could have gone — it’s not fair. But I have to confess that I fantasized about you two up there all alone. Did you guys share the big bed?”

“We did. We also shared the sweat lodge and the hot tub. I wish you could have been there with us.”

“I wished it too. Of course, it was great to see Sis, but I fantasized every night about you two all alone up there — and tried to put myself there too. Confession time, I got myself off thinking about Randy fucking me while you watched.”

“Hmm, I would like to have seen that. You like having him around, don’t you?”

“I think — I hope, we both do. You guys had sex … didn’t you?”

“Yeh, the whole time was sort of surrounded by a sex-charged energy.”

“I really wish I could have been a spider on the wall watching you two. I don’t know if it’s common, but two guys together really get’s me going.”

“Makes sense, I feel the same about watching two women on porn. Wonder why we like that so much?”

“I’m not sure … probably it’s just the taboo factor — it’s something new and that makes it exciting maybe?”

“Is that why you like Randy around — so you can watch us have sex?”

“I can’t deny liking it, but it’s not the only reason. I know you need to let that part of yourself out to play. You’re just lucky that you’re married to an open minded woman who loves her man and understands.”

“I know I’m one of the lucky ones who’s blessed with a perfect wife. That’s what I know. But speaking of Randy; We had a very sexual time up there — lot’s of nudity in the sweat lodge and hot-tub. We slept together like you and I sleep together. But he seems pretty conflicted about, quote —being gay. I tried to reassure him first off by telling him that he’s bisexual — and that’s a somewhat different thing. He heard me, but he also has a lot of baggage he carries around about it all. Seems his father is a real ass-hat about anyone who’s different from him. I think that’s Randy’s biggest issue — family pressure and fear of being judged if anyone finds out he Bi. Still, we’ve talked and I can see him unloading a lot of that old baggage. But, it does seem to him that something like a threesome where there’s a woman involved takes away some of the taboo, confusion and guilt. Thing is, I know he’s bi — he’s also embraced that in himself, and there’s no doubt or denying that he also desires sex with a guy. And really, he’s coming around to more self-acceptance about everything.”

“That’s so sad. What do you think will happen? You think he’ll drop you as a friend?”

“No clue really. I mean, I’d hate to see him split — but I don’t know how to convince him that he’s normal. I think he eases of the self condemnation when I’m with him. But sounds like he’s had a lot of ‘nut-case’ homophobia preached at him — that stuff can kind of stick on a person. You and I have read enough of what medical science says about sexuality and how it develops. I don’t know if that would help him to accept the rainbow of diversity or not.”

“Now don’t get mad, but do you think if both you and I participated in some adult play with him — might that ease some of his conflict and maybe also help ease him into his true self?”

“Actually, I had already considered that but didn’t want to presume you’d be up for it. I think it’s important, if we decide to do more of something like that — obviously, it’s important that you get pleasure out of it too. It would basically be a three-way relationship, wouldn’t it? I mean, I know you enjoyed fucking him when this all got started. The question now is; Do you want to keep exploring with him?”

“I think the biggest question is; Can you accept and watch him fuck me on a more regular schedule? I’m okay with adding some spice to our bed — I really enjoyed our three-way with him. He’s a nice looking guy and … well, you’ve seen his cock. But I also know male egos are a fragile thing.”

“It’s interesting that we’ve brought all of this up; On the drive home, after he had told me about living with his father and the rest of the family, he and I talked about the stress he was under there. I thought of our extra bedroom and asked if he’d like to move in here. Seems to me he needs a break from his family whether he gets his own place or uses our spare bedroom. But, I told him it’s up to you. I don’t want to complicate our lives too much … but what do you think about him moving in?”

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Author Note: If you want this story to make any sense, please read Part One first. Also, be advised this work contains scenes of non-consensual sex and exploitative sexual situations. It also makes heavy use of the term ‘boy’ in its colloquial sense – that is, to indicate a male of younger age and lesser status than the speaker. It is not a reference to children. All characters are 18 years of age or older.

—–

Vittorio:

Neither of us spoke on the journey back home from Frank’s house that night. I was quiet because I was wretched, filled with guilt about what I’d entangled Angelo in – again. I was sure he’d hated it, that he’d blame me, that he’d hate me too, now.

I attempted to gauge the nature of his silence…without any luck. It was often hard to tell what Angelo was thinking. My stepfather, who’d never had much time for him, used to say that it was hard to tell if Angelo was thinking.

I hoped he wasn’t wondering if I’d set him up. I’d been hoping that – pleading internally, with every saint I could think of, for all the good it was likely to do – ever since Frank had instructed me to take him. I’d never imagined doing such a thing, never even thought of thinking it, and I didn’t, didn’t, didn’t want to do it, but I was there to do as Frank wished, not as I wished, and so was Angelo…now that I’d lured him there.

It had seemed the worst sort of betrayal, and I felt terrible while I was at it. Yet at the same time I understood in a moment why men sought this, why they bought it. I knew I would finish, though I’d had no desire to start…and for that I felt all the more guilty.

All I could think of to do was apologize, and once I started I couldn’t stop that either – I heard my voice, as though from a distance, saying ‘sorry, sorry, sorry’, over and over, like a novena, hoping he was hearing me, hoping he believed me.

When the tables were turned, I felt nothing much but relief…in my mind, at least. Very little squeamishness, that – ugh – this was Angelo, maybe because at least now I couldn’t see him, and certainly no resentment…I was getting nothing more than my just desserts.

He was done quickly, and I shook it off, as I had every other fuck, washed it off also, and then, and then…then we came back to the bedroom, to the sight of Frank, unbuttoned and clearly very ready, stroking his over-generous endowment, and I felt a sudden urge to bolt. But there was nowhere to go, so instead I did as I was bid, and climbed back up on the bed on all fours.

In some ways it was less bad than I’d feared, no doubt due to his cautious approach, his liberal use of the salve he had a big tin of, sitting on a bureau. It probably also helped to have been primed by Angelo, as he’d inferred.

In other ways it was worse than I could possibly have imagined. The room was brightly lit despite it being dark outside, I was entirely unclothed, on display, and Angelo had a ringside seat. I’d never felt more exposed, more vulnerable. A house may be safer than an alleyway, but in such a moment it doesn’t seem that way.

I yearned for the cloak of darkness and anonymity. I found darkness, at least, by closing my eyes, but I couldn’t remove myself completely, because I couldn’t close my ears, and Frank was talking to me, steady, calm, and continuous, as he speared me. It was an enormously disconcerting experience – his quiet soothing voice, the gentleness of his tracing fingers, in sharp contrast with the unforgiving rigidity of the organ he was gradually embedding in me.

And he was so slow – so dawdling, almost, about everything! I couldn’t just brace myself, let my thoughts flee, allow it go on and pretend all this was happening to someone else. His voice kept pulling me back down, grounding me, reminding me that I was here, that I was me, and his easy, undulating advances supplanted the usual searing blur with layer on layer of detail, of bizarre un-ignorable sensation.

He seemed to have invaded and overcome my mind as much as my rear – it was already too much, and then he sent Angelo in underneath me…

I looked across at him trudging along beside me, our feet in step as often happened, and wondered if he was disgusted with me, if he was disgusted with himself…if I was either of those things.

No, I decided, mulling it over – aside from feeling worried about how he might feel, I was only a bit shaken and very confused just now. Confused that people with such tastes as Frank existed, confused at all the horseplay he’d insisted on between myself and Angelo when he might have just taken either or both us any way he chose without any preamble whatsoever. Confused at his apparent interest in witnessing us climax when it wasn’t in any way necessary to the proceedings. Confused by my own apparent ability to do so, not once but twice, and in such outlandish circumstances….

I was also a little confused about whether or not to repeat the experience. On the one hand, it would be stupid to turn down a guaranteed five dollars a istanbul travesti week – though what other whimsies might Frank subject us to, if that was just the beginning?

But…five dollars, and a bath. Bread with jam spooned on in great dollops, in place of smeary scrapes. And cigarettes and apples and cheese…and only once a week.

I weighed the possibilities one against another, and decided I’d go back if Angelo would. I also knew I could only go back if Angelo would. And that if my concerns about being a bad influence on him were genuine at all, I had to let him decide, and not try to persuade him.

Angelo went to bed and to sleep as soon as we arrived back to our bunks. He said nothing about it the next day, or about anything much else. The topic wasn’t mentioned Monday, either. By then I was sure he was angry, and I was miserable. I decided it would be best to drop the whole thing. I’d do a lot for five dollars a week, but not if it meant sacrificing our friendship.

Tuesday morning he was cheerful enough and I was reserved, nearly full to the brim with self-blame. In the evening after the hooter blew, we followed our usual routine, aimlessly walking the streets until we came across a place offering soup and hash for cheap, eating, resuming our wandering.

After about ten minutes, Angelo crouched down beside a wagon in the lee of the wind to light a cigarette, and I followed suit.

He looked at me as he drew on it. “Well, what are we going to do?”

In the moment, I didn’t understand. “About what?”

He frowned. “About your friend on the Upper East Side, of course!”

I glared back, protesting, “He isn’t any friend of mine!”

He stood and reached a hand down to me, to haul me to my feet. “Mmh – well, you know what I mean. You heard him. We have to decide to together. And if we aren’t allowed to do any…other stuff, then we ought to decide tonight.”

He was right. Tuesday was a good evening to stake out a spot where you could be found by someone on the prowl. Sundays were no good because the taverns were closed, and Mondays were usually slim pickings as well, so after two days of restraint, there were plenty of men looking to cut loose a little.

I nodded, unsure of what to say, not wanting to push him in one direction or another.

“What do you think we should do?” he prompted.

“I don’t know,” I confessed, “but I’m sorry about some of that…stuff, that happened. You have to believe me, I had no idea it was going to be like that.”

“It was something else,” he agreed. “But maybe it was worth it, for five dollars.”

I felt relief beginning to seep through my body. If he was evaluating the experience in this pragmatic way, then any horror or disgust he might’ve felt had run its course.

“So you didn’t dislike it too much?” I ventured.

He gave me an odd look. “I’d say I pretty much did. But I don’t suppose anybody enjoys being buggered,” adding, “though it does…improve things, when you have a tongue wrapped about your prick while it’s going on.” He grinned, and dug me in the ribs.

I couldn’t believe he would joke about it…I went hot all over with embarrassment and shied away from him a little. He gave me a hard shove then, making me stagger and almost lose my footing. I tilted back at him and before I knew it, we were boxing one another on the sidewalk.

We were separated in short order by a tall, forbidding-looking man, who simply snapped at us to ‘take it elsewhere’, before striding away.

“Where were we?” said Angelo, re-settling his clothes, reaching down to pick up a shirt button I’d managed to rip off.

“We were discussing Frank,” I reminded him. “But you know, we don’t have to decide tonight. We have five dollars from Saturday. That’s enough for now. We can decide later in the week.”

He shrugged. “If you like. You’re right, five dollars is about as much as I ever made in a week on my knees in an alley. Let’s give it away for today.”

We walked on companionably, no destination in mind, kicking at objects on the sidewalk, the silence between us no longer a gulf. I couldn’t help thinking that five dollars was well more than I’d ever made in a week on my knees, and feeling a tiny stab of jealousy.

I was still chiding myself for that, when Angelo spoke again. “Would you go back?”

“I don’t want to say,” I admitted. “I want you to decide. I landed you in this…this whole thing, actually. I’ll do what you want.”

“Mmh,” he grunted, again. Then, after a few seconds, “I thought it might be risky, getting involved with somebody like that. We can’t afford to do anything to make him angry. I mean, you saw his house – if he isn’t important himself, he’ll have important friends. But then…we saw his house. We know where he lives. We might be able to find out other things about him as well. You probably could, anyway. You’re the clever one.”

Despite apparently being the clever one, I was trailing behind. “What are you driving at?”

“Well,” he istanbul travestileri said, peeking at me out the corner of his eye, “I doubt he would want any of his important friends finding out about his strange appetites.”

“How do you suppose we would track down his important friends?” I demanded, irritated. “How do you suppose we would even get access to them – get heard, never mind believed?”

“I didn’t mean that,” he replied, unruffled. “Only that he’s taking some kind of a risk, same as we are…and that makes it safer.”

If my stepfather had been present, I’d have been able to throw open my arms, and say;

“See? He does think! He thinks just fine!” Though if my stepfather had heard any of the context, he’d have been too busy being outraged at the pair of us to appreciate Angelo’s impeccable logic.

“So,” I prompted, “are you saying you might give it a try?”

“I reckon I will, if you will – for a while, anyway,” he replied. “Better to have a sure five dollars than a maybe, seems to me. What do you think?”

“Alright,” I agreed, “alright, we’ll give it a go.”

—–

Frank:

The certainty I felt that those boys would return, was, as it turned out, a mere mirage – a chemical by-product of the blazing triumph of orgasm. It passed, and I evaluated the situation in a level-headed way, acknowledging that the chances of encountering them again were even at best.

But hope was always at my elbow, breaking in, like a pestering nephew in pursuit of sweets. And my libido! That was like a horse turned out to pasture after a winter in stables, careening here and there, shying at nothing, kicking up its heels, dropping down to roll, haring off again in no particular direction.

I wondered how long it would take to settle down again if those boys didn’t come back. I wondered how long it would take to settle down again if they did. And whether I wanted it to.

My pulse spiked, giving me an odd edge-of-the-cliff feeling, when I saw them waiting there for me at the corner on Sunday, looking plenty at home, despite the fact that this was likely an unfamiliar part of the city for them – practised loiterers, both – young and lithe and fundamentally free, untrammelled by the many constraints that pressed in on me from all sides.

Though of course, I confessed to myself, I wouldn’t exchange my stability or my comfort for what they had, which was essentially the freedom of having nothing much left to lose – but there was something undeniably alluring about the combination of their obvious youth, their assurance, and their independence.

“Good evening,” I said, as I drew alongside, subtly beckoning them to follow. “Have you had a pleasant week?”

Immediately, the ease between them evaporated – I caught them darting a quick glance at one another, before Vittorio simply replied;

“Sir?” – which I understood to be more of a respectful place-filler than either an answer or a question.

A pleasant week, I thought to myself. A pleasant week? No I don’t suppose you have. What are you going to say next, Frank? Lovely weather we’re having, isn’t it? Just leave them be for now.

I had them bathe again. I watched them while they did it, again. I went a little easier on them once we adjourned to the bedroom – no need to be doing everything every time. Particularly given it seemed there were going to be other times.

In the weeks that followed, I strove to progress things, working patiently with – on – them, trying in some small way to mould them to whatever fantasy was insurgent in my mind that day without turning them into simple puppets, without erasing what either of them were, and weren’t.

After a month or so I thought I could see the limits of what we’d be able to achieve. They were no longer overawed by either me or the backdrop of my house, my bedroom. They were biddable without being servile, politely tolerant of my foibles. But they remained stilted and apologetic with each other if I asked them to simulate any sort of foreplay, engage in any kissing, caressing – more comfortable with the business end of things.

I supposed I could hardly blame them – it’s an oddity of men in general to happily copulate with someone we know barely at all, but kissing – supposedly a step on the way – is avoided in such situations because it feels too intimate.

They were also, I felt, more accepting of being utilized than they were of being watched. I supposed the delectation of voyeurism was likely to remain confusing for anyone reared in an environment where there was no such thing as privacy, and hence no taboo to break. No doubt they perfectly understood that a man needs to get one off now and then, but they couldn’t wrap their heads around why he must needs watch others at it.

These small considerations aside, both my mind and my body were extremely appreciative of the arrangement we’d formed – I always started to feel a sort of small pleasurable tingle of anticipation, beginning somewhere in my abdomen, travesti istanbul about Friday, increasing in strength and intrusiveness, making the slow drag of Sunday afternoon a sort of pain-pleasure, by the time it rolled around – and I never ceased to experience the sudden wash of exultation when there they were, once again, waiting for me.

As we spent more time together, I came to know them, some – or I felt I did. It was good to have the two of them, even aside from the opportunity it presented for watching them play – their obvious contrasts threw one another into relief and each amplified the other, somehow.

My obsession with Angelo’s beauty continued unabated, but as time went on I noticed that though he was a thoroughbred in body, he was more of a cart-horse mentally. I had the sense that the world surrounding him, in all it’s colorful gory potential, simply didn’t fascinate him. He was essentially incurious, his existence composed of routine and bland fact, stripped of conjecture. It didn’t make him any less of a feast for the eyes.

Vittorio, on the other hand, was mighty inquisitive at times. Once, perched on my spare bed, naked as a jaybird, he asked me what was in my glass.

“It’s Scotch,” I told him, without thinking to explain further.

Back he came, more like a cheeky sparrow than a jaybird. “What’s that, then?”

“It’s whisky, made in Scotland,” I specified. “Do you know where Scotland is?”

He screwed up his face for a moment. “It’s on top of England, is it?”

“Something like that,” I agreed. “They make a lot of whisky there, and it’s drunk all over the world – no-one else can make it quite the same.”

On another occasion, clothed this time, eating slices of apple at the end of an evening, he said;

“Sir, what do you do? What’s your work?”

“I’m an importer,” I replied. “Of tableware, in the main. I have the license to distribute in the States, for a number of European manufacturing houses. Some china, but mostly crystal, like this,” tilting my tumbler toward him slightly, “which was made in Ireland, at the Waterford works.”

Angelo intervened to ask me how much the tumbler was worth.

“This one?” I asked, frowning down at it, as it winked light back at me from its facets. In truth, it wasn’t an especially expensive piece. I’d simply developed an attachment to it over time – it was weighty, but not too weighty, and it fit well to my hand.

“I’m not entirely sure nowadays,” I admitted. “I’ve had it for a while. I think probably about a dollar, maybe a little more.”

Angelo went wide-eyed and silent, but Vittorio asked me if I actually bought the goods and then sold them here, or if there was some other way of doing it, ‘because how would you gather the money to buy such quantities of expensive goods, months before you could get to sell them again?’ I was amused and impressed in equal measure, and spent ten minutes or so skating over the basics of distribution contracts and business loans with him, before waving them off into the night once more.

Inevitably, our activities shook down into something resembling a routine. This wasn’t reflective of any guttering of my desire – rather, I settled on the things which gratified me most. Always, I would watch the two of them together first, choreographing them closely.

I’d have them handle one another or go down on one another until they were both aroused, a tactic which never failed – they were young and apparently healthy, and could easily obtain erections under direct stimulation even in trying circumstances.

Then I’d set them to wrestling and nuzzling and frotting against one another, talking with them about foreplay, about the creation of a sense of anticipation, the possibility of a desire that extended beyond the animal urge to empty their gonads, about gratification being sweeter when delayed.

Usually I’d wind up this aspect of the evening by having Angelo mount his friend in some pose or another. Occasionally I suffered some qualms about the rank hypocrisy of my lecturing them on eroticism being largely in the mind, having specifically put them in a position where they were now hostage to the needs of their bodies, helpless in the face of their own potency.

I was also aware that the division of labor wasn’t wholly fair to Vittorio in this regard, but Angelo showed to such advantage when he was active, slowly, deliberately thrusting, working up a sheen of sweat, raised up on his fists, neck and torso corded with muscle – besides, with his small, lissome physique, Vittorio folded up neatly a hundred different ways under or around him without any particular evidence of strain.

I never tired of watching them at it, and I endeavored to enlarge my window of opportunity by requiring Angelo to hold off his climax for longer and longer periods, and despite not seeming an especially teachable individual, he improved considerably in this regard as time went on.

When he was done, I usually went one of two ways, despite having a tableful of options in front of me. Either I’d excuse Vittorio to wash and dress and rest with a cigarette, lounging against the wall of the bathroom, and have Angelo bring me off with his mouth, or I’d excuse Angelo instead, and take his place inside Vittorio.

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*** This story was inspired by true events. Some of it actually happened to me, most of it is what I wish had happened during the experience. ***

How I came to be sitting in my car outside of a strangers house getting up the nerve to go in, is kind of a long story, but I’ll be brief. A few hours ago, I’d made a post on the Whisper app announcing my bi-curiosity, and asking if anyone would be willing to help me out. Well, there was one guy around my age that decided he’d take me up on that offer. After a short conversation, establishing a primitive sort of trust, I got in my car and drove to his house.

I just sat there in my car, my heart beating out of my chest and flinched when I felt my phone vibrate. It was him. Tyler was his name. He’d texted me saying that when I got to his house, I should just walk in the door and go straight down the hall to the bedroom. And that was the turning point. The short text saying, “Ok,” that I sent him, gave me the courage to get out and do exactly that.

I turned the knob on his bedroom door and pushed it open. When I walked in I saw him laying on the bed in nothing but skin, his six inch penis already hard as a rock. Just that sight got my dick to spring to attention. Before I made another move, I kicked my shoes off next to the bedroom door, then walked towards the bed as he got on his hands and knees and crawled towards me.

I met him at the foot of the bed, looking at anything but his face. I saw the cell phone on his night stand, the dresser that probably had his clothes in it, the desk and computer that rested on it. As I was finally noticing the size of the bed (queen) and extremely soft look of the covers on it, I felt hands fumbling at my pants. I felt the button release and heard the zipper slide down and was instantly relieved as the denim constraining my erection was pulled away. My jeans were then pulled down over my ass and then, with nothing to hold them up, dropped to the floor.

The pace of my breathing was beginning to pick up as Tyler continued to work toward his much awaited prize. As he did so, I continued my nervous observation of the things in his room. Currently my gaze had drifted to a spot on the cover that I could see underneath him, as he was on his knees and holding himself up with one hand in front of me. The spot that I had noticed was darker than the rest of the cover. It looked wet. I could not see his penis, but I could only guess that he was as hard as I was and leaking on his bed. As I took not of this spot, he adjusted his position so that he was kneeling in front of my on the mattress and then he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my boxer briefs.

All of a sudden, my bottom half was instantly cooler than my top half. He had pulled my underwear down so fast that I thought he was falling off the bed. Once they were off I looked down for the first time since I stood in that spot. A long drip of precum was about to fall from the tip of my, now free, penis and onto the floor. Before this could happen, though, I saw Tyler stick out his tongue and catch it then slowly bring it back up to meet the head of my dick. He started licking up and down the length of my shaft and then, out of nowhere, he wrapped his warm and wet mouth around the head.

“Fuck,” I breathed. It was the first word that had been said between the two of us since that text I’d sent back in my car. That seemed a thousand years ago but, in reality, probably less than five minutes ago.

When he heard my surprise, he looked up and we made eye contact for the first time. He had nothing but pure lustrous desire in them and I was one hundred percent sure that’s what he saw in mine at that point. After a few second he went back to focusing on the pleasure that he was giving to my cock. He brought a hand up to stroke my shaft as he did his best to suck the life out of me. I had never felt anything so good in my life. Sure, I’d had a couple of girlfriends and they had both given me blowjobs before. But they were nothing compared to this. Maybe guys really do give better blowjobs? It would make sense I suppose.

After a few minutes, he stopped stroking my shaft and let his hand move to his own dick. I still couldn’t see his, but the wet spot on the cover had gotten bigger since the last time I had looked down there. Then I saw his arm moving and I could tell he was jerking himself off as he sucked me. It was at this point that I realized that our activity had literally started to make the bedroom hot. I was sweating. Looking down at Tyler’s nakedness I decided it was time I join him. Without removing myself from his mouth, I kicked off the pants and underwear that lay forgotten around my ankles and pulled my t-shirt over my head, tossing it onto the rest of my clothing. I don’t usually wear socks and I wasn’t on this day either, so there I stood, naked as the day I was born with another, equally naked, man sucking my dick.

Suddenly Tyler pulled my dick out of his mouth with an audible POP and said, “Man, you taste so good,” then wasted no time diving right istanbul travesti back in.

“Well, that feels amazing,” I said, my voice slightly shaky.

My mouth was aurally telling him how much I was appreciating his work at the moment, but I felt I needed to give him a physical representation of that appreciation. So, I leaned forward and, using one forearm, rested against the small of his back while my other hand reached underneath him searching for his unseen penis. And then I found it; for the first time, a penis that was not mine was resting in my hand. It felt so different from holding my own. It was so warm it felt like it was on fire and it was hard as rock yet just as soft as the blankets on the bed looked. Then I felt the hot ooze of his precum dripping onto my arm.

Once I got over the feeling of having someone else’s cock in my hand I started to slowly stroke it up and down in rhythm with his head bobbing forward and back on my cock. I would give his shaft a couple of strokes and then move my palm down to the head, slathering my hand in his precum and then repeat. Eventually his dick was nice and lubricated with his own precum so I started to focus on stroking him. In my twenty-six years on this earth, this was one of the most erotic things I had ever done.

As I started to feel the familiar tingling sensation in my balls, Tyler pulled my dick out of his mouth and said, “If you keep doing that I’m going to cum all over your arm.”

So, I stopped stroking and let go then told him, “Move back on the bed and lay on your side facing me. I want to try something.”

“Whatever you say. This is your time to experiment,” he replied.

As he did what I asked him to, I crawled onto the bed with him and lay down facing him but with my head at the other side of the bed at dick level. I looked over at him and saw a smile come across his face as he realized what I wanted to do. He put my penis back in his mouth as I grabbed his and guided it to my own mouth. I opened my mouth wide and stuck my tongue out. When his cock met my tongue, the taste of the precum that coated it was simultaneously salty and sweet. I loved it. I licked up and down the length of his five inches until I’d licked up all of his precum and then I wrapped my lips around the head.

As my lips closed around Tyler’s penis, I was so turned on that it felt like my own got even harder if that was possible. Tyler could tell to as he immediately started to quicken his pace in his own effort to extract my cum from my body. He was getting pretty sloppy to; my pelvis was soaked in his saliva and I could hear wet slurping sound coming from him. Hearing this drove me crazy and I started moving my head back and forth on his cock. So, there we were, sixty-nining on Tyler’s amazingly soft blanket.

After a few minutes of this, I felt the tingling start to return to my balls. I didn’t want to take his penis out of my mouth to let him know, though. I liked it there too much to take it out. At one point, he pulled nearly all the way off of my cock, leaving just the tip in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue and that sent me over the edge. Without warning him I starting cumming. As the first shot went into his mouth, he put as much of my cock as he could fit back into his mouth and I shot the rest of my load directly on his tongue.

As this happened, I started moaning from the pleasure while his cock was still in my mouth. The vibration from that must have been exactly what he needed because, with the same amount of warning I had given him, he started shooting semen into my mouth as well. The taste was slightly different from his precum, but not so different that I didn’t like it. With each twitch of his cock, more and more semen was shot into my mouth and I was running out of room for it, so I started swallowing as quickly as I could. When his orgasm finally ended, I took his penis out of my mouth, gave it a final lick to collect the last drop of cum and then we both rolled over onto our backs out of breath.

After a few minutes of the only sound in the room being that of our heavy breathing, we both sat up and moved to the head of the bed to lay down next to each other. Tyler set his hand on my thigh, close enough to almost touch my, now semi-erect, dick that was still wet with his saliva. Getting more comfortable by the second, I wanted to continue the experience so I was a little more bold. I reached down with my left hand and wrapped my hand around his dick, which was starting to soften as well.

“That was amazing,” I said, as I started to slowly jerk his cock to get him ready for a second round.

“You’re telling me,” he said. “I haven’t cum that much in a while. Are you sure that was your first time sucking cock?”

“I think I would have known if I’d had a penis in my mouth before now,” I said jokingly as he moved his hand up to mine own penis and mimicked my movements on his.

“You must just be a natural born cock sucker, then. I had to actually take the time to learn.”

“I must be,” I said. “It felt istanbul travestileri like something that I should have done a long time ago. It felt like something that I was just supposed to be doing. You know?”

“Aboslutley,” he said as he gave my cock a squeeze.

That was all the stimulation that I needed to get it back up and running again. As I started to harden in Tyler’s hand he started to stroke a little more quickly. It took a few more minutes to revive his cock, however, but when he was back to his full glory, I matched his pace. As I did this, I turned to look him in the eye to gauge his reaction and saw him coming towards me. When I saw this, I decided to come in and meet him. Our lips touch and it felt great. We were just laying there, making out and stroking each others cocks.

When I finally pulled away from him to catch my breath, he rolled over toward his night stand, opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. He squeezed some in his hand and set the bottle on the night stand then returned his hand to my erection. It was cold, but not unpleasant. He returned his mouth to mine and gave me five or six slow strokes to coat my cock with the lube.

After that, he pulled away and just said, “I want you to fuck me.”

“Ok,” I said, and pushed him on his back.

I got up and crawled into position between his legs and pushed them back so I could get a clear shot at his asshole. When I saw it, I put one hand at the base of my cock to guide it to towards his hole and placed my other hand around his dick. I started stroking him as I inched closer and closer and then felt the head of my penis touch the entrance to his ass. I squeezed his dick lightly as I started to push in. There was some resistance, but with the lube, that didn’t last long. As my dick slid into his ass, he gasped and I started stroking his faster.

I slid, slowly, in and out of his experienced asshole with relative ease. I would pull almost all the way out, leaving just the head of my cock in while, at the same time, stroking up his own cock. Then I would slowly push all the way back in and, just as slowly, stroke down his cock. The feeling of having my dick in his ass was, somehow, even better than having it in his mouth. Each time I slid back in he would let out a soft grunt of pleasure and his precum would dribble down my hand.

“You can go faster,” Tyler moaned more than he whispered.

That was a request that I could not deny him, so I picked up my pace, pulling out and then thrusting back in. I was fucking him in earnest now occasionally letting out a soft, “Fuuuck,” as I did so. At one point, I let go of his cock and leaned forward, trapping it between our bodies as I kissed him. As we made out, I humped his ass and with each hump, his dick rubbed itself between our stomachs, continuing the stroking that I was sure it missed since I had let go.

There was a soft, wet sounding, sensual slapping noise with each thrust that I gave to Tyler’s tight ass. He seemed to enjoy the fucking he was getting as much as I enjoyed giving it to him, as evidenced by the fact that he could not stop squirming underneath me nor did his lips leave mine for any length of time. That made it all the more surprising when he did finally pull his face away from mine and said, “Take your dick out for a second. Let’s try a different position.”

“Ok,” I replied, with a smile on my face. “Your choice.”

I got up off of him and, as I did, I looked down at his stomach where his cock had been rubbing itself between us. His stomach was covered in his own precum and it easily made the list of top ten most erotic things I’d seen to that point. Transfixed by that sight, I pulled my cock out of his asshole and leaned forward, taking his penis in my watering mouth. I bobbed my head up and down a couple of times, also stroking it with my right hand.

“You’d better stop that. I’m so fucking close to cumming and I want you to experience the feeling of me cumming while you’re inside of me,” he said seriously.

Not one to deny new pleasurable experiences, I took his cock out of my mouth and sat back up on my knees. Tyler rolled over onto all fours and expertly arched his back so as to present his, still open, hole to me for my own use. I moved into position and guided my dick back into place. Once the head was in, I put a hand on either of his hips, and thrust home. That same slapping sound had returned to the room with each thrust along with an audible, “Mmmmmm…,” from Tyler each time I bottomed out inside of him. I was able to go so much deep than I was able to just moments before.

Tyler was leaning face first in the bed and had his left forearm next to his face so he could distribute the weight of his top half evenly. This freed up his right hand to roam down to his cock and start stroking it. It seemed like we were coupled here for hours with him furiously jerking himself off and me pounding away at his ass. Then, all of a sudden, Tyler let out a loud, “AAAHHHHHHH,” and several things happened in quick succession. travesti istanbul First, the hand that had been stroking his cock, suddenly stopped. Next, his asshole tightened itself around my cock, almost feeling like it was trying to pull me in even more. Finally, I couldn’t see it, but I could hear the cum from his orgasm landing on the blanket underneath him.

With each shot of his cum, I could feel his asshole pulse around my dick as if it was trying to milk the cum out of me. If it wasn’t trying to, it failed miserably at that task as, within a few seconds of the beginning of Tyler’s orgasm, my own was upon me.

“FUCK,” I yelled as I shot rope after rope of hot, sticky, white semen into the asshole of the man bent over in front of me.

I gripped his hips as tight as I could, without being too forceful, and tried to push in further as I became lost in the throws of my orgasm. Once my penis had finally stopped spasming, I let go of Tyler’s hips and pulled out. His hole stayed open and, before he rolled back over onto his back, I could see my cum inside him. That was forgotten, however, when he finally got on his back and I saw the drop of semen that clung to the tip of his cock. I leaned forward and licked the salty fluid from his skin before laying back down myself in the wet spot he had left from his own pleasure.

“So,” he said, “have I turned you?”

“What do you mean,” I asked.

“Well, have I turned you gay or bi? Or are you still curious?”

“Well, I’m still very attracted to women. But I think I need to get a few more homosexual encounters under my belt before I decide if I’m bi or not,” I said. “Besides, there’s still one thing I want to try before I can make the decision anyway.”

“At least I haven’t completely turned you away from the idea then. It would be a real shame. You’re a natural born cock sucker and you’re pretty talented with that dick of yours,” he said with a smile as we both rolled onto our sides to face each other and he took the object of his last sentence into his hand. I took his, now flaccid, penis in my hand as well and we both lay there for a while just playing with each other’s cocks. Both completely exhausted, we fell asleep in Tyler’s bed hands still on each other’s dicks.

About an hour later, I woke up and felt his hardness in my hand. He must have been having a good dream. Maybe he was dreaming about our escapades earlier? Whatever it was, it had to be sexual because that familiar viscous, clear fluid was leaking from his penis again. I let go and brought my hand up to my mouth and licked what had dripped onto it and then, reluctantly, I extricated my own rapidly hardening penis from his hand. I crawled down the bed and lined my face up with his erection and put it right back in my mouth. I bobbed up and down on it a few times, pulled it out and licked from head to base and back to head before putting it back in my mouth and capturing yet more of that salty liquid.

It didn’t take much longer before he woke up with a smile and pulled his cock out of my mouth so he could replace it with his mouth. We lay there and kissed for a few moments and then he asked if I’d like to take a shower with him. Considering the fact that I had my bare dick in a rather unhygienic area of his body earlier, I figured it would not be a bad idea and told him I would shower with him. We got up and he walked to the door, as he did, A wicked thought occurred to me and, without him noticing, I grabbed the lube off of his night stand.

He lead me down the hallway I’d come down to get to his room and through a door about half way back to the front door of his house. When I walked in, I saw a shower big enough to comfortably fit four decently sized people. I shut the door behind me as he stepped int the shower and turned it on then stepped right back out to wait for it to warm up. That’s when he spotted the bottle of lube in my hand.

“Were you thinking of fucking me in the shower,” he asked.

“Do you remember earlier when I said there was one more thing that I really wanted to try?” He nodded, so I continued. “Well, I was hoping you’d be willing to fuck me this time.” I had played with an anal training plug set that I owned for a while and, while his cock was not tiny by any means, it also wasn’t huge and I was confident I could take it.

Tyler walked up to me without a word and grabbed the bottle from my right hand as he grabbed my left hand and walked me to the door of the shower. He gently made me spread my arms and set them against the door and then he had me spread my legs a little so he could have easier access to my virgin hole. I heard the click of the bottle as it opened and then the wet sound of the lubricant being rubbed onto his cock. Then I felt head slide in between my ass cheeks and rest against my asshole.

It was my turn to start leaking precum all over the place. From the position I was in, I could easily look down and see a long string of it flowing from my dick and just stopping about a foot down before the weight became too much and it broke and fell to the tile floor. The moment this happened was the exact moment that Tyler decided to slowly work the head of his cock into my ass. I let out a soft moan as it finally popped in and he paused to let me get used to the feeling. It was fantastic.

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The Journey of Rick Heiden

All Rights Reserved © 2019, Rick Haydn Horst

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

I couldn’t leave right away. Something had delayed Cadmar, so I decided to keep my strength up by eating in the dining hall. Aiden met me there with some unfortunate news.

He leaned across the mushroom table and spoke in a hushed tone. “Laurel informs me we can’t build the secondary communication system, not in a brief time, and not without many people knowing about it. She says the drone portion is easy, but the nano team would have to create the instructions for the nanos to follow, and it’s more involved than it sounds. Unlike genetic alterations, the nanos would have to build structures, and that sometimes takes jears to design.”

“Oh, damn,” I said. “Does that mean it took jears to write the viral code too?”

“I couldn’t say, but wouldn’t they have written that by themselves? If so, it might take even longer.”

“Like 36 jears?” I asked. “That’s how long book 8 has been missing.”

“I don’t know.”

We sat there in silence while I took a few bites of my apple, and I looked at him with a knowing smile, “Yesterday, you entered the penthouse tired and in need of a shower. I also detected a considerable delay in the releasing of the drone.”

He looked a little sheepish. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about the delay, it might prove beneficial, depending on the distance of the portal. So, which one of you initiated it?”

He tried to suppress his growing tight-lipped smile. “Laurel wanted…” He shrugged. “…you know.”

“Boundless bliss on the Aiden express?” I said with a little laugh. “Well…after the way Maggie talked you up in Laurel’s presence, one could hardly blame her for wanting a joyride. Don’t think I’m judging you; Maggie made things quite clear. Just don’t let it upset you if she does the same thing one day. And I’ve meant to say, but Cadmar expressed a desire to know what enhancement gave you that kind of energy. He wants it.”

“I’ve already told him how to make it work,” said Aiden. “I told David too when he asked, I hope you don’t mind. He said he would talk to you first, though.”

“Thank goodness he’s going to talk to me first,” I said. “Speaking of enhancements, how tall are you now?”

“Last time I checked, I’m six foot six and a quarter, so about four inches taller.”

“Does the air up there feel as rarefied as you thought?”

“So far.” He smiled and nodded.

“May I know the reason?” I asked.

“Doctors diagnosed me with a severe case of gigantasophobia at four years old. I was playing on the floor at home when my towering uncle tripped and fell on top of me. It snapped my arm. The incident traumatized me, so I couldn’t go anywhere near tall people again. It calmed down as I got older and taller (relative height would do that), but Amaré’s height and size are exceptional. When he saved my life, it stopped. I feel like I’m finalizing my recovery by becoming the thing I feared. I already know the benefits of having height. I could never call myself short, but I look forward to the full seven feet.”

“I knew you had a reasonable explanation somewhere.”

Cadmar, with his handsome features, amazing mechanical eyes, well-groomed strawberry blond hair, and fiery red beard, stepped through the door of the dining hall to collect me. He arrived with a smile, two black jeather backpacks, and a tan canvas bag over his shoulder. He wore a pair of cocoa brown denim pants and an olive-green button-up, over which he wore a handsome-looking, brown jeather pistol harness complete with two pistols. I remembered the gun Magnar gave me, but it never occurred to me to bring anything else.

“Will Cadmar go with you?” Aiden asked the instant he saw him.

“Yeah, what of it?”

“Well, bloody hell am I jealous,” said Aiden. “Did you bring a tent?”

“A tent? We don’t need a tent. We won’t even get out of the ship.”

“Oh, that’s not how Cadmar rolls, Rick,” he whispered.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Aiden. Hello, Cadmar,” I said as he sauntered up to our table, “what’s with the packs? Love the pistol harness; it strikes a vivid masculine image.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, “because you should look striking in this one.” He pulled out a double pistol shoulder harness from the canvas bag and handed it to me. I already wore the leg harness Magnar gave me.

“You don’t think this is overdoing it?” I asked, holding it by the straps as one might a brassiere.

“Never joined the Boy Scouts, did you?”

“Naw, they wouldn’t allow them-queer-boys where I grew up,” I said. “This isn’t necessary. We’re going to loop the planet a few times, find the location if possible, and report back.”

“If we find it, we should do what we must to take care of the situation. I see no reason to come back istanbul travesti empty-handed.” He put his hand on my back. “Come along, buddy, we need to get you changed and get out of here.”

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“Nothing,” he said with a little shrug, “it looks comfortable for hanging about the city all day. When Magnar contacted me, however, he commented how badly you needed kitting out. I know you shop at Svend’s and the cobbler up the street, so I popped over and got what you need, with Svend’s help, of course.” He looked me up and down with a critical eye. “Boy, do you need help. I just saw your ship out there, and by comparison, you’re striking an image that you need to modify pronto.”

“It’s not that bad,” I said, then looked at Aiden. “Is it?”

Aiden nodded a little, “Go on, take him up on it.”

I gave them both an exasperated sigh. “Okay.”

Aiden left to help Maggie with Pearce when Cadmar guided me to the restrooms near the dining hall to change. They had Art Nouveau décor with round doors, decorative tile wall art, mosaic floor tile, and octagonal plumbing fixtures.

Cadmar handed me the canvas bag and leaned against the wall by the bench, watching me while I changed. He considered my “erreur de mode” (fashion error) as inexcusable as a neurosurgeon in an operating room dressed as a sanitation worker, and he wanted me to see the difference in the mirror, which covered one of the walls.

I wouldn’t have chosen Cadmar and Svend’s idea of what I should wear. They made the cuffed, straight-legged trousers of sturdy, charcoal black cloth, but they had no front pockets, and Svend had called on the traditional thirteen-button naval trousers as inspiration. They had a front flap that stretched from hip to hip, fastened by nine oil-rubbed bronze buttons rather than a fly. Cadmar brought a button-up shirt so dark green Svend may as well have colored it black. He also brought comfortable black, lace-up boots, and over all of this, I wore the accompanying double shoulder pistol harness made of jeather.

I stood in front of the full-length mirror. My hair had grown to two inches in length by then and looked a bit spiky. I had trimmed my beard that morning, and it shocked me that I looked that good in clothing picked by someone other than myself.

“Svend made these custom, didn’t he?” I asked. “They fit too well.”

“Yes,” said Cadmar, “when Svend found out I went there to kit you out, he put down everything to help me. I think he likes you.”

I shook my head and smiled. “He didn’t have to do that. He’s a kind man. Thank you, Cadmar.”

He brought out an identical pistol to match the black one Magnar had given me the previous evening and placed them both into the holsters. They hadn’t felt uncomfortable, but I saw no reason for them. Cadmar stood behind me, his hands at my waist. He leaned close to my left ear and whispered. “There, see how you look.” He stared into my eyes in the mirror. “Now, you’re the captain of that ship outside.”

“I love the clothes,” I whispered and turned toward him, “but why do I need two pistols? I consented to Magnar’s, why must I have another one?”

“For protection,” he said. “And two will balance you out.”

I drew one of the pistols from the holster. “What sort of pistols are these? We didn’t have this model on Earth.”

“It’s a newer model, more compact. It works the same, just in black,” he said, collecting our things. “And of course, we’ve locked out the kill setting on both till you have some time with them and demonstrate some proficiency.” He handed me one of the packs and the canvas bag with the clothes I had worn.

He seemed impressed when we climbed into the ship. He looked about while I stowed our gear. We squeezed into the cockpit and buckled ourselves into the restraints. I plugged the tag frequency into the computer to search for the signal, as the teacher showed me. Just before lift-off, I noticed he was sitting on his hands.

“Don’t you trust me?” I asked him.

“I’m not sure what to expect from a ship designed and built by Venn. It looks unbelievable, but is it safe?”

“Don’t worry, Venn’s a bit of a dark horse,” I said.

He shook his head. “I don’t know what that means.”

“Venn’s abilities make him an unexpected winner.”

On the way, I had difficulty locating the optimal line between altitude and speed. I feared we would miss it by flying too high or too fast, but it would take days if we mired ourselves in the thicker atmosphere. I kept well within the range of the device at 15 kilometers altitude. We flew higher than we had from the Philippines to Japan, and the highest Cadmar had ever flown. I increased our speed until we reached mach 10. According to the computer, it would take a little over five hours to circumnavigate the planet once.

The sun shone brightly in the clear weather at that altitude. The ship polarized and filtered the image on the screen, allowing us to view our local star without blinding ourselves.

I noticed the moderated decibel levels inside of the ship and how they caused istanbul travestileri Cadmar’s silence to stand out. He observed me for a while and then stared through the clouds toward the ground for about an hour.

“Are you alright?” I asked.

“I’m just thinking,” he said.

“About what?”

“My future; I have a decision to make.”

“Oh?”

“Tamika’s having a baby.”

“Well, that was quick,” I said. “What did you do, get conception-on-demand?”

He gave me a passive response. “No, my fertility is still controlled.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry, Cadmar.”

I hadn’t known what to say beyond that. I figured I shouldn’t pry into parentage, but I didn’t have to.

“It’s Magnar’s,” he said.

“Magnar, but he’s your brother.”

He looked at me. “I died, remember? They found solace with each other, and regardless of the outcome, I can’t fault them.”

“Neither of them had their fertility controlled?” I asked.

“Tamika wanted to have a baby,” said Cadmar. “I still wanted to wait. Magnar hasn’t had his controlled for decades.”

“Have you talked with her about it?”

“Yes, we both accept our commitment is irreparable.”

“What will you do?”

“I’m not sure what I’ll do once I leave,” he said.

“Don’t you still love Tamika?”

“Of course, but Magnar needs to take responsibility for his child.”

“Couldn’t he do that while you remain with Tamika?”

“Magnar wants it all,” he said, “he always has.”

“I believe that. What does Tamika want?”

“She’s made her choice.”

“I see,” I said. “You’re taking it well.”

“I’ve had help from Rocke.”

We made three passes using One City as the origin. I kept the first pass due east then a line east at 10,000 kilometers north and then another at 10,000 kilometers south to cover as much ground as possible. On our third pass, we had a weak signal. One City still had two hours before sundown, but from our position, we just crossed the terminator to the night side of the planet, and the instant we found the signal, I slowed the ship to a hovering stop. I reduced our altitude, backtracked from our position, and headed toward dusk below. The signal came in loud and clear as we descended. I questioned whether the drone remained in flight, or if it had reached its destination. If it had reached the men at the other portal, why didn’t they destroy it?

“Don’t get too close,” said Cadmar.

“At the moment, I’m getting close enough to tell if it’s still moving.”

Although still quite far off, the closer we came, the more the computer detected no relative motion. The drone had stopped.

If I had come alone, I would have flown home, coming back during the day. However, Cadmar didn’t want to return empty-handed. I landed the ship on the other side of a hill, five miles from the drone’s location on the edge of one of the smaller lakes. I came in low to not alert anyone of our presence. We couldn’t fly or walk into their camp at night, since we didn’t know what to expect, and the ship had no armaments.

At the time, we held a position 2500 kilometers, or almost 1500 miles, southeast of One City. Without the drone, we had little chance of finding the location.

Cadmar and I had flown for many hours, and despite having urinated in our empty water bottles, we relieved ourselves upon landing. Venn built no toiletries into the ship regardless of how far it could travel. I marked that as a significant problem requiring a more convenient solution.

Although One City had yet to see sundown, I had used up my four hours of sleep some time ago. I looked forward to some much-needed rest.

The two packs Cadmar brought, he had filled with identical items like food, water, thermal blankets, a flashlight that attached to a wrist, a folding shovel, an igniter to make fire, and other essential camping gear.

We had our wrist lights on looking about the area.

“We can’t get closer to them until sunrise.” Cadmar panned his light around. “I see brambles growing up the hill, so steer clear of those.”

“The ship’s weather scanners showed a front coming this way when we descended. It’s just rain,” I said, “but we won’t sleep under the stars tonight. I see now why Aiden asked if I brought a tent.”

“Fortunately for you, you’re with me,” he said. “Believe it or not, tents are an item hard to come by in One City. You must have one built. I brought one, so no worries there. You picked a good spot.” He panned his wrist light downward. “We have soft growth to put the tent on. These plants you see at our feet mean that the lake is freshwater, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a stand of fruit trees over there.”

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” I asked. “You’re keen to camp whenever you get the chance.”

“Oh, sure.” He smiled. “The rowing team and I used to camp on Sitimery Island in our lake, and I’ve camped other locations with scout teams while searching for resources. I’ve never gone on this kind of reconnaissance mission, though.”

Cadmar brought a Jiyūvian version of a tent in his bag. The strange device had travesti istanbul self-inflated to form a triangular tube, eight feet long and four feet wide on each side. We crawled into it together with our booted feet hanging out just to see how we fit. We were shoulder to shoulder.

“It’s a little tight, but I think we can manage it.”

“I didn’t know it would rain,” he said, “and I have just the one tent. I think you should take the tent; I’ll sleep on the ship.”

“Nonsense,” I said, “with your height, you’d never get comfortable in the ship, and the seats don’t recline. We’ll make the tent work.”

“I must warn you,” he said. “I sleep naked.”

I laughed. “I don’t think I know anyone who doesn’t, but I’ll consider myself warned. If it concerns you that I’ll see that big thing of yours, that ship sailed at the pool of the Torekkā Maru, and you’ve seen me.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed we have that in common.”

“May I ask you about yours?”

“Sure,” he said.

“Is that natural or enhanced?”

“Enhanced,” he said. “It’s how Tamika liked it.”

“Has anyone ever made comments?”

“You should have heard the comments at the lab where the British held me.”

“I’ve wanted to ask about that. What was your experience like?”

He turned onto his side and propped his head with his hand. “You know you’re the only one to ask me.”

“Really? Not even Rocke?”

He shook his head. “No one else. It’s like they’re either afraid of what I’ll say, or they don’t want to make me relive it by their asking. I want to tell you.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s go get some fruit from those trees, and I’ll tell you of my experience.”

We climbed from the tent, and he started…

“When I awoke, I wasn’t sure where I was. They had me naked, flat on my back, and strapped onto an examination table that would tilt vertical and had a little platform that I could stand on. I ask them the usual questions. Where am I? Why am I here? What do you want from me? That sort of thing. I don’t know how other people would have reacted to the same situation, but I wasn’t afraid. I don’t scare easily. They asked me my name, but I refused to tell them, so the lab tech told me they would just continue to call me what they had been calling me: Pony.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Actually, from their perspective it made sense.”

“Why is that?”

“Be patient, I’ll get to that. They had already taken every sample they could think from me, including a single semen sample. They hadn’t the chance to get more while I was unconscious. It hadn’t taken long for them to realize they would want more of those and of course, we know why. I couldn’t really stop them. I’ve been sexually enhanced pretty well, so getting an erection is never an issue.”

“It’s horrible they did that to you.”

“One might think that it’s humiliating or like they had me where they wanted me, and I was just a powerless victim. Well, that’s not actually the case. You see, they just thought they had me, but really, I had them. I heard they were tasked to get as many of those samples as they could, and they weren’t allowed to try more extreme methods because it might damage the sample, but these people had no idea who they were dealing with.”

When we reached the stand of fruit trees, we used our wrist lights to pan around the trees and they were all the same. The wild fruit hanging down from the limbs I hadn’t seen before.

“What do you know about these?” I asked.

“I’ve never had one,” he said, “but I’ve seen people eat these green before.”

“Perhaps they just couldn’t get them ripe at the time. Maybe, these will be sweeter.”

I plucked one from a lower limb and aimed my light on the beautiful bright red fruit in my hand. They reminded me of a Red Delicious apple with similar textured skin, but the shape reminded me of kiwi fruit, and all its seeds grew on the surface like a strawberry.

I said, “This thing looks positively poisonous.”

Cadmar laughed. “I don’t think we have any poisonous fruit on Jiyū.”

We had eaten all the food we brought, so we picked many of the wild, red, seed-covered things, and carried them back to camp. As we walked back with our bounty, Cadmar continued his story and picked up where he left off.

“When it came time for them to take a sample from me,” he said. “They tilted the table, so I was vertical, and I watched what they were doing. The lab had a guard, and three lab techs, two fellas, and a woman, who only seem to have one job during this process. They complained to me because they couldn’t use their preferred method of getting the samples. They had a machine intended for such a job sitting off to the side. It was useless for me because I was too big for it.

“While the woman took a warm cloth and washed my penis, she spoke to me. She said they had no intention of harming me. That they would be as gentle with me as they could. When she finished cleaning me, she applied some lubricant, giving me an erection. One of the men there pulled out this 30-centimeter-long metallic device with a couple of handles on it. A part of the device they had filled with warm water. It had a hole all the way through it and a sheathe inside it with a vial attached to the bottom. He asked me if I knew what it was, and I shook my head that I didn’t. He said it was a semen collection device intended for use on stallion ponies for animal husbandry.”

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We kissed and he kissed my chest to my cock, he played with it, he licked it. He stroked it as he sucked my knob, my balls reacted, my body tensed, my cock exploded in John’s mouth and face. I rolled John off of me and got between the man’s legs, there it was that big beautiful cock that I had sucked and jerked off too.

I held it like it was breakable glass, I licked it, I pursed my lips and kissed and sucked at his piss slit. John was so vocal, he let out a loud wail as his cock filled me once more with his wonderful white cream, I stroked out all he had, I sucked his cock clean. I stayed there his cock in my hand my tongue gently licking his cock head.

John pulled me on top of him, he rolled us over and pinned me to the bed, his hands laced in my own, he held my arms over my head and his lips pressed in tight to my own.

“Stay the night Billy.”

I was not sure how to tell Mom that I would be staying the night at John’s, she would worry if I did not tell her where I was.

“I have to call my Mom and tell her you and I plan to watch a movie with you, so I may spend the night here on your couch.”

I got up called Mom told her John had asked if I could stay and watch a movie with him, she was very understanding glad I would stay here with John and I was safe. I went back in the bedroom, John was laid out naked, his hands laced behind his head, his legs spread really wide. He smiled as I danced a strip tease but I was already naked.

I got on the bed and and crawled up to John’s face, I hovered over the man, he really was a handsome guy, straight looking and so ruggedly handsome. I leaned in and kissed the man, John pulled me in tight to his hot body. He rolled us over and held me down, his lips on mine, our eyes focused on each other, I pulled my legs up and wrapped them around him.

I knew I wanted John to take my cherry, I had played with my ass, but I had not had a real cock inside of me. John’s cock was so hard and so wet, dripping precum all over my ass, I knew we needed lube, his cock was quite large, and very thick.

“John do you have lube? Something we can use so it will slide in easier, I really want you to make love to me John.”

John reached over he had some generic lube, it would do the trick, John slicked up his cock and my hole. He slid a finger in and it hurt, I knew I would have to relax to be able to take his massive cock inside me. John istanbul travesti fingered my hole, first one then two then the third, it hurt a bit but I wanted to feel his cock inside me.

John put lots of lube in my ass and on his cock, he pushed his cock to my tight hole, my ass would not be letting him get his huge cock inside of me.

“Billy you need to push out when I try to push in to you.”

John held his cock to my hole and as he pushed in, I pushed out, his cock slowly was engulfed by my overly tight hole. His cock was about four inches in and I felt like that was all I could take, John gently pushed his cock a little harder and his cock slowly disappeared inside my ass. He and I did not move, he looked at me I knew his cock was in heaven right now.

“I’m not hurting you am I Billy?”

“No John just give me a few minutes to get accustomed to your huge cock inside me.”

John smiled at me, I knew he wanted to shove his huge cock in then back out of my ass, but he was not a guy like that. He slowly pulled out then slowly back in, his pace got quicker, his cock felt like it was getting bigger with each thrust he pushed in to me.

It hurt but it also felt so good at the same time, John soon was giving it to me, his cock slammed in to me, then mostly back out. John leaned in and kissed me, just the feeling of his cock and how tender he was kissing me right now my body rocked as the orgasm took control of my entire body.

John fucked me harder now, his strokes harder, his cock swelled then shot me deep inside. How do you describe how it feels the first time a man shoots his load inside of you? The shot of cum splashing the insides of your hole. The feel of his cock sliding in and out as his body was wracked by an intense orgasm.

John laid on top of me, his head on my chest, I felt like I was in the perfect moment right now. If I died right here right now I had felt how it felt to be exactly where I should be at this moment in time. John laid on me, he kissed my chest, his arms held me close to him.

I ran my hands through his hair as he laid there ready to doze off, John was half asleep when he told me he really liked me. I smiled cause I really liked him too, I knew he would be my first love, the man I would compare all others too. John and I would sleep right where we both were tonight, him on top of me.

I pulled the blankets over istanbul travestileri us and reached over and shut off the lamp, John did not wake up he was tired a long day at work, and some good sex as well. I woke up at about three John was getting back in bed, he snuggled in close to me. I held him as he quickly fell back asleep, I kissed the top of his head and he was out.

When I woke up John and I were spooning, his rock hard cock was grinding against my ass, I knew he wanted back in, and I wanted that as well. I grabbed the lube and slicked him up, I got his cock back inside me before John woke up. As John woke up he started to pump his cock in and out of me, the feeling of his cock inside me his knob and his foreskin sliding along the walls of my tight hole.

John was so gentle, so concerned he might hurt me, but he also knew how to make me feel, how good his cock felt in my hole.

“Oh Billy this is the best way to wake up, I want you in my bed every single night Babe.”

Did he just call me Babe? Was John starting to have feelings for me? I knew it was way to soon but I knew how I felt for the man who used to intimidate me, and now here we were in his bed naked and his cock is deep inside my tight ass. John was hitting me in all the right places, his cock in the position it was in was rocking my prostate.

I grabbed my cock and stroked it as John worked my butt, I was so close to shooting, once my cock exploded so did John’s, again I felt his seed press its way inside my hole. Once he stopped shooting and his orgasm subsided he pulled me in close to him and kissed me. His arms holding me tight his lips pressed in tight to my own.

This was what it felt like to be in love with someone, I was sure of it, John pulled back and looked me in the eyes. I wanted to tell him I really liked him, I wanted to be in his bed every night, I wanted to cook clean and be with him. John continued to stare into my eyes, he would lean in and kiss me, some kisses just a peck some a full on make out kiss.

I suspected John lacked this in his relationship with his wife, he needed affection, he needed to feel love, he needed to be taken care of. John would tell me in the weeks to come that he indeed did not have this with his wife, she was cold in bed, she never ever kissed him. She did not want or need affection, he craved it and he knew it was with a man not a woman.

John travesti istanbul and I laid in bed our bodies tangled into each others, I could lay here all day long, just him and I our naked bodies linked with each others. I looked at him and kissed his lips, he smiled as I did this.

“John I better get up and make us coffee and you Mister need breakfast if you are going to have the energy to do this all day long.”

I leaned in and kissed him, I tried to get up but he held me in place, he held my face in his huge calloused hands, his lips on mine.

“But Babe I need you in bed here with me.”

“Nope breakfast then we can go back to bed, besides I need to pee and drain you out of my backside.”

I peed and drained, I got up and made us coffee, then I would make the man a full breakfast, I went in the bedroom to see what he was doing. The man was fast asleep, I covered him up and kissed his lips, I went back in to make us breakfast. I was finishing the hash browns and bacon when John came in naked and rock hard.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close, I turned and he pressed his lips to mine. I pulled back and put a slice of bacon in his mouth.

“Go sit you, I will bring you coffee.”

“You spoil me Billy.”

“Yes I sure do and I want to do that all the time, is that okay with you Mister?”

“Yes I think it is Babe.”

I poured him coffee and kissed him as he sat there in his chair, I set the table and got the food on the table. He smiled as I wiggled my ass as I walked away from him, I got us fed then I would do the dishes. John came to help but it was more touching and kissing than actual helping.

John pinned me to the cupboards and pushed his cock to my tight ass, he spit in his hand and slicked up his cock. He would take me in the kitchen at the sink, I held on as John fed his huge member into my tight hole. After this weekend I may not be able to say that my hole was tight after this, he was making up for lost time.

I gripped his cock with my ass, John reached in and grabbed my cock and stroked it hard, his grip so tight. My balls reacted, my cock shot all over the kitchen cupboards, John grabbed my hips and fed me his huge cock. His body slapped my own and his cock drove in deep, the feeling was incredible.

John screamed as his cock filled me up once more, John lay on my back as he caught his wind back. He stood up and turned me around, he pressed me in tight to the cupboards. He held me close and kissed me.

“Can you stay all day Billy?”

“I’m sure I can, I will just call to let them know I will stay here with you.”

John smiled, held me close in a tight embrace.

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The door swings open as Tyler comes in, still dressed in his work clothes. Walker and I freeze momentarily. Is he going to call us out now? Would he be mad? Or happy? Or possibly intrigued? We look up from playing Xbox, waiting for his response.

“Hey.” Was all Tyler said. So far…..so good?

“Hey, Ty.” Walker responded. I just gave him a nod. “Guess you worked this morning?”

“Yeah, I was with Mike last night. He said he couldn’t make it in to work today and asked if I could come in to open for him. I would’ve said no since it was already late at the time, but I need the money.”

Mike was another co-worker at the theater. I didn’t talk to him as much as I did with Walker and Tyler, but he seemed cool.

“Gotcha.” I responded. “Did you stop by this morning before work? I crashed here after we got in last night. I don’t think either of us heard you.” I was trying to be subtle. Nailed it.

“Nahh, I just slept over at Mike’s and went straight to the theater this morning. He let me borrow a pair of his work clothes so I didn’t have to drive all the way out here before work.”

Once he said that, I felt relief. He didn’t see me and Walker. We were in the clear! I glance at Walker and he seems to be feeling the same way I am. I could see his body relax and let’s out a soft smile.

We focus back on Tyler. He says he’s gonna change his clothes, eat, then he’ll join us. Now that Walker and I have one less thing to worry about, we can really enjoy ourselves.

Walker and I resume playing games. Tyler came back wearing loose basketball shorts and a T-shirt. After he eats istanbul travesti something from the kitchen, he comes into the living room and sits next to me on the small couch. Walker is in the recliner next to the couch. Once he gets situated, we turn off the Xbox and just switch to a movie we can all enjoy.

We were only about 10 minutes into the movie when Tyler asked, “So what did you two do last night?”

My eyes grew wide. He did say he didn’t come come before work, right? Was he lying before? Is he toying with us? My mind races, but I try to shrug it off quickly. I try to convince myself he’s just innocently asking what we were up to.

Walker didn’t respond. I’m guessing he was having the same thoughts I was and is feeling anxious. So I responded, “I took him to a party with some friends of mine. He got pretty drunk by the end of the night, so I took him home. We hung out and had a few more beers here. I didn’t want to drive home, so I just crashed here. Now we’ve just been chilling here until you got home.”

Tyler nodded, “Sounds fun.” It was the truth, but without some small, albeit important, details about the night and morning.

“What about you, Ty? What did you get up to last night?”

“Just hanging out with Mike again. Trying to close the deal.” He laughed a little at that last part.

I was a little surprised to hear Mike was gay too. Maybe it was just because I didn’t know him that well. Or at least not as well as Walker and Tyler.

I jokingly respond, “Oh yeah? He resisting your incredible charm?”

Ty laughs. “Well, here’s the thing. He istanbul travestileri says he’s not gay, but he always comes off a little flirty. At least that’s how I see it. And when I flirt with him, he really seems to enjoy it. But when I try to make a move, he gets scared and politely turns me down. Then we restart the cycle and do it all over again. I’m sure he’s gay. He just doesn’t realize it yet.”

“Well, I wish you luck, man. He seems nice. You deserve as much.”

Tyler just gives me a big smile as thanks. I smile back. We were staring at each other for what felt like a while. Damn, was there something there?

We eventually break eye contact and I look over and notice Walker passed out on the recliner. I was wondering why he was so quiet.

Tyler and I just watched TV for another hour before he passed out next to me on the couch. Both of them looked so adorable sleeping.

I was just about to look away when I noticed a big bulge in Tyler’s shorts. At first I thought it was the fold of his shorts, but once I saw it twitch, I realized that it was his dick. And holy fucking shit, was it big! It was hard to tell the exact size through the shorts, but he is definitely packing. My mouth was almost watering at the site.

I look back up at him and see he’s still passed out. I slowly scoot closer to him on the couch. I place my hand on top of his covered cock.

Still asleep.

I massage it through his shorts.

Still asleep.

I get more ballsy (so to speak) by sliding my hand under his shorts and wrapping my fingers around his big cock. I slowly stroke travesti istanbul it up and down.

Still asleep.

He looks fully hard now. He’s easily 9 inches. Maybe almost 10. And thick too. God, what a dick. I just had to taste it.

Still asleep.

I bend my head down and stick my tongue out. I lick the head softly.

Still asleep.

I get a little bolder. I stick the fat head in my mouth and gently suck.

Still asleep.

Might as well go for broke. I start to slide my mouth down his hard cock. He’s really stretching my lips, but I’m determined. I get about a third of the way down before I stop and come back up. Then I go back down again, taking a little more in my mouth. I slowly stroke what I don’t get in my mouth.

I heard movement and stopped dead in my tracks, my mouth still full of cock. I thought it was Tyler, but I look up and see Walker in his chair. He’s wide awake watching me. He has his shorts pulled down to his knees and he’s stroking his hard cock while watching me suck on Tyler.

I make eye contact with Walker. I take my mouth off Tyler’s cock and motion him to come here. He gets off his chair as quietly as he can and tiptoes over to us and kneels down right in front of Tyler.

Still asleep.

I present his cock to Walker. He proceeds to lick his lips and grab his cock and inspects it. He doesn’t seem too surprised about the size, so he must’ve seen this monster before tonight.

Walker brings his mouth close to his cock when suddenly Tyler’s body twitches violently, causing us to jump back and panic.

Then we hear a loud, panicked voice say, “WHAT THE FUCK?!?”

Not asleep.

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading Part III. Sorry for a little less action than usual, but don’t worry. It’s all coming together next time. Let me know what you think and I’ll start Part IV!

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