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Back when I was a kid, we didn’t have much. We lived in a basement apartment where we could hear the crashing of the garbage can lids when other tenants threw out their trash, and the fumes from the passing buses that roared up the steep street outside made the air inside smell bad half the time.

Other kids looked down on us. I could tell. I was scrappy and didn’t take shit, so no one messed with me. Still, I always felt, I don’t know, less than. Some girls always seemed to like the “bad boy” image, though, and I never had trouble getting my hand up their blouses or their schoolgirl skirts.

I remember hanging out at the corner outside the drug store and watching them come home. I’d see some whispering among them, and they’d glance my way, then away again. I liked it.

On the other hand, when I moved out and got a small place a block from where I grew up, I began noticing some guys looking my way. I was no fool. I knew there were guys out there who sucked dick. I just let it ride. I didn’t mind the attention, though. These were guys, or ones like them, who had avoided me earlier on, either out of snootiness or fear. And now I seemed to have something they wanted.

I had a job delivering groceries for Mike Rozman. He had about a half dozen panel trucks and had a contract with the two big supermarkets in the area. I liked the work. I was strong and lean and could handle heavy lifting. Even married women would give me the once over when I passed carrying a box of groceries on my shoulder, a cigarette in my lips, and my shirt stained with sweat. I just laughed.

Eventually, I did fuck a few of these ladies. I’d drop the groceries on the kitchen counter, turn towards them, and I’d see what they had in mind. I had the impression that they were in need of a good fucking too, the way they responded, grabbing my ass and moaning as I got my rocks off. I’d do them right up against the counter or on the table.

But, as I said, I began to see more guys, more fags, who were drawn to me. Once, in the park after I got off work, I was kicked back on a bench having a cold sixteen-ouncer. It was hot, so I stripped off my tee shirt and draped it on the back of the bench. The air felt good on my skin. Anyway, along comes this guy. I saw him coming up the path beyond the playground, and he seemed to be watching me. He got to where I was and stopped. I gave him a sort of “what the fuck”

look. He was about my age, give or take a year or two. He was pale and dressed real neat – button-down shirt, and all. Very ivy league, as they say. He looked nervous.

“Have you got the time, sir?” he finally says. Jeez. He sounded nervous, too. Well, I didn’t have the time. ‘Sir’. Where’d that come from?

“You see a watch?” I say, giving him a look that must have said “fool”.

“Oh. No. I just thought maybe…, you know, might have some idea…”

Fucking hell. The guy was practically stammering.

“Yeah. I got an idea. It’s time for you to fuck off, mister clean.” I said, flicking the nub of my cigarette away.

“I’m sorry to bother you.” he says, and starts off.

“Hey. Come here.” I say, and he immediately turns back.

“I’d say it’s about four-thirty. Give or take. Hey. Have a seat, why don’t you. Sorry I got rough there. You know, you’d think a guy decked out like you would have a watch. Here, have a slug.” I said, offering him the pint can. He took a little sip from it. Very proper!

“C’mon. get a good slug on it. I was going to get another at the store over there anyway. He put the can to his lips and took a good swig.

“Atta boy. Relax. Where you from?”

I could see he was sort of looking at me, you know, my body, and all. One of those, I thought.

I live up on the crescent.”

“I see. In a house and all?”

“Yes. It was my Grandpa’s house. Now we live there, my family.” he said, leaning back. He looked at my tee shirt where I’d draped it over the bench. Yeah, it had a few hole in it, but I didn’t care. He seemed interested in it, though.

“And who might that be?”

“Well, there are my parents, and my two sisters, Fran and Leticia.”

“Nice house?” I inquired, knowing full well the houses on the crescent were pretty fine. Lots of room, carved ceilings. that sort of thing. I’d delivered to a few of them.

“Yes. It’s very comfortable.” he said. I knocked back the rest of the beer.

“Oh. Let me get another beer for you. Is that all right?” he said with all kinds of enthusiasm.

“All right? Fuck yeah, it’s all right!” I said, and off he went, practically at a trot.

Back at the bench, my new friend sets the paper bag between us and there are two frosty pints in it. He pulls out one, pops the top, and hands it to me. Some service!

“So what’s your name?” I say, feeling fine now with the second pint underway.

“I’m Samuel.” he says.

“Me, I’m Jack. So, do folks call you Sam?”

No. Just Samuel. My mother insists that I discourage people from calling me Sam. Samuel was her Father’s name. And her great grandfather’s.

“Samuel it is, then.”

We sat there for Çankaya Escort awhile in the sun. It was warm and a bit of sweat was running down my side from my underarm.

“Look at me, will ya. Dripping like a pig.”

“Oh. Please don’t be embarrassed.” he says.

“I’m not.” I tell him. “Just happened to notice it. It’s a warm day, after all.”

I take my shirt and wipe down my sides and under my arms. Then I leave the shirt on the bench seat between us.

He starts getting nervous again, and he takes a long pull on the beer. There are small beads of sweat on his upper lip. I notice this, and I notice his lips. They’re quite red and sensitive looking. They look very soft.

“So, Samuel.” I say, and I look into his eyes. They are deep green and, at the moment, fidgety. “Would you like to be my friend?”

“Oh. Well, yes. Yes I would.” he says.

“You seem like a nice guy.” I say, turning towards him. His eyes drop, but as they raise again, he takes in my smooth chest, my belly, my biceps.

“What do you say you meet me here tomorrow? Got any other plans?”

“No! That would be nice! I do want to be your friend, Jack. You probably haven’t noticed me, but I’ve seen you driving the grocery truck in the neighborhood.”

“So. Spying on me, eh?” I say. I was just breaking his balls a bit.

“Oh, no!” he goes, taking me seriously and all. “I…I… well, just noticed…”

“Relax, Samuel. I’m kidding you.”

“Anyway, I do see you from time to time, driving. You drive fast!”

“I got places to go. I’m working.” I say, knowing darn well this guy hasn’t worked a day in his life.

I finished up the beer, crumpled up the can, and threw it towards the open trash can twenty feet away. It hit the rim and fell to the side.

“That was close, Jack!” Samuel says. “Good throw!”

“Yeah, yeah.” I say. It’s true I’ve got a good arm.

I reached out a hand to Samuel and he took it. His soft fingers closed on it.

“Tomorrow, then.” I tell him. “Four O’clock. Okay?”

“Tomorrow. Yes. I’ll be here. Thank you, Jack.”

“What are you thanking me for?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s nice to have a new friend, and all.” he says, and I can see that he’s really happy about it. Well, well.

“And how about bringing some beers.”

“Okay Jack.”

“You got the money for it, I’m guessing.”

“I do.”

Sure he does. Living in that big-ass house. I got up and pulled on my shirt.

“All right, buddy. Adios.” I say as I head down the path.

“Goodbye, Jack!”

I got back to my place and put what was left of yesterday’s pizza in the oven. I knew this guy Samuel was probably a swish. The way he looked at me gave it away. But that could be, well… useful, don’t you know. Free beer, for one. And I’m sure that without much effort I could try those soft lips out for size. It would be a sweet way to end a work day. Cold beer and Samuel’s warm mouth. Ha! Why not? I know I could go around chasing the girls, but there were always complications. Hurt feelings, crying, that sort of thing. And some wanted you to remember special dates, wanted gifts. I didn’t have time for it.The next day was going to be another hot one, and I’d be looking forward to a bit of R&R at the end of it.

I walked toward the bench. Naturally, Samuel had spotted me as soon as I came into view. He gave a cheery little wave. Glad to see me, are you? I thought.

When I came close, Samuel stood.

“Hi, Jack! How was your day?” he says, all excited. He took a beer from the bag, opened it, and handed it to me.

“To be honest, Samuel, it kind of kicked my ass. It was so fucking hot, and there was a ton of deliveries. I had a three storey walk-up on Sedgewick. Shit. All kinds of canned dog food. Canned stuff is the worst.” I said, lowering myself onto the bench. But now I get to relax, right, Samuel?”

“Well, you deserve it.” he says. I’m detecting that nervous thing in his voice again.

I take a long pull on the beer. It’s ice cold and goes down smooth.

“I could probably go for another of these in awhile. Damn, I was thirsty!”

“Just tell me when you’re ready for another, Jack. I’ll go get it.”

I give him a look. “That’s very generous of you. Sure you don’t mind?”

“No, no. I get an allowance. It’s no problem.” he says. “I’m happy to do it, Jack.”

‘Happy, are you,’ I’m thinking.

“Well, I’m happy that you’re happy.” I says, and we both laugh.

I finish off the can and Samuel jumps up to go for more.

“Give it a sec, buddy.” I says.

I turn to him and look him in the eye.

“There’s no hurry. You’re not in a hurry, are you?”

“I have to be back for dinner, but that’s not until six thirty.”

“Then we have time. Look, Samuel, I don’t want you to think I’m getting nosy, but I was just wondering. Have you got a girlfriend?”

“No.” he says, looking away from me.

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.” I tell him.

“I’m not that interested, Jack. To be honest.” he says, and looks Keçiören Escort at me. I can pretty much see what does interest him.

“Why don’t you get the beer, and we can walk into the park a ways. Sound good?”

“Yes, Jack.” he says. I notice that his lips are trembling a bit. I figure I got him on the hook.

“Okay. Go for the beer, and we’ll get going.”

Samuel heads off and I ponder the situation. Based on his reaction, I was pretty darn sure I’d be draining my ballsack sometime soon, and that was good to think about. I hadn’t popped a load in days, and I was ready. I wondered how it would be with a fag, but I figured that as long as he knew what he was doing, and kept his teeth out of the way, it should go fine.

In a couple of minutes, here comes Samuel back up the path. Doesn’t he look happy, I think. All grinning and with a spring in his step.

I get up when he arrives, and we head along.

“So. No girls for you, eh, Samuel?” I says as we walk.

“No. Jack. I… well, you know, I…”

“Hey, relax. You like boys, don’t you?”

“Yes, Jack.”

“You like me, don’t you?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“Okay. That’s fine. I think we could help each other out, know what I mean?”

“Yes, I think so.” Samuel says, and the tremble is back in his voice. Seems I had my little Samuel right where I wanted him. Well, not exactly, but when we found a nice private spot I would. My dick was beginning to move around a bit in my pants just thinking about it.

“Good.”

Soon, we come to an area by the lake that’s kind of overgrown.

“Let’s go up here.” I says, pointing to a narrow trail heading up into a stand of trees surrounded by bushes. There was nobody around. Perfect.

We get to a grassy spot closed in by a lot of low brush. I flop down.

“Pop those beers, buddy.” I says.

I pulled off my shirt, lay it on the grass, and settled back onto it.

“Ah! It’s nice here, isn’t it?”

“Very. I like it. It’s very private, too.” Samuel says, and, of course, I get the gist of that.

“Here.” I says. “Lie down here. The grass is nice and soft.”

He lies down beside me, but with his head lower down than mine. I reach toward him and tousle his hair a bit.

“You’re okay, Samuel. We come from different sides of the track, and all, but I think we get along well.”

Samuel reached for my hand and held the back of it to his face. Then he kissed it. As I’d supposed, his lips were soft as could be. This information got immediately sent down to my groin, and I could feel my dick growing and wanting to come out into the daylight.

Samuel kept hugging my hand and he kissed it some more. It was sweet of him, really.

“Jack. You’re such a beautiful man.” Samuel says, but not looking at me. I take my hand away and pull him so that his head rests on my chest. He brings his hand up and rests it beside his head. He strokes my skin.

“When I saw you driving your truck, I always thought of how handsome and tough you were. I would always think about you when I got home afterwards. I never thought I’d get to be your friend.”

“Well, here we are, my friend.” I says.

Samuel planted a kiss on my belly, but I had had enough of this beating around the bush.

I gave him a gentle shove in the direction of my zipper, and he made a beeline for it. First he kind of rested his face on where my dick was bunched up in my pants. He was giving me this look, but I had no interest in this lovey-dovey shit.

“Open it, samuel.” I says, kind of sternly.

Samuel hopped to it.

“Yes, sir.”

This “sir” business. I could get to like it.

He undid my belt, all the time his breathing coming quick and quavery. Then the zipper. I watched his clean, pale hands work. With the zipper undone, it gave my dick a bit of relief. It had begun to feel trapped in there! It bulged through the white cloth of my briefs as the waist of my jeans fell aside. Samuel sat back on his knees, and just stared.

“Pull my pants off, Sammy boy.” I ordered. “I don’t give a fuck what your mama wants people to call you. Me and you got our own rules. Got it?”

Samuel gave me a quick and ready “Yes, sir!”

“Good boy.” I says as Sammy first removes my work boots, then pulls my pants down till they’re off.

“Fold them up neat, boy.” I says, getting into the role of taskmaster.

Of course, Samuel does the very neatest of jobs folding them.

“Socks too.” I says, and he gently removes them. They’re a light blue, and soiled from the work day. Samuel folds them and places them beside the pants. He is down by my feet, sitting back on his heels, and staring at the bulge in my underwear.

“You like it?” I says.

“I do, sir. I’m so happy to be here, sir.”

“Whew! Air feels good on my feet. Give em a little rub, why don’t you.”

Samuel falls to the task at once. His touch is gentle, yet firm enough to work the tired muscles.

“Nice work, Sammy. It’s okay to call you Sammy, isn’t it?”

“Of course, sir.” Etimesgut Escort he says, never stopping his attentions to my tired feet.

“That’s enough. Now give them a few of your soft kisses, Sammy. Mmmmm. Can’t wait to feel that.”

The feel of his sensitive full lips on my feet really turned me on. Shit, it felt good.

Good, Sammy. That’ll do.”

He sat back again, smiling.

“Boy. if the guys at Mike’s could see me now. Being treated like a king, or something.”

“You are a king to me, sir.” Samuel said softly, and I could see tears in his pretty green eyes.

“Look, Sammy. If I don’t get my johnson out of these shorts real soon, it’s gonna break right through them!”

I says, and we both look to where it is now squirming and lifting up in the confined space.

“I can help with that.” he says, moving swiftly to my side.

“Before you do that, my friend, make a pillow for my head with my pants. I want to be able to get a good look at what you’re doing.”

Lickety-split, Samuel forms a neat makeshift pillow and tucks it under my head.

“Okay. Go on boy.”

Samuel’s long, white fingers are trembling as he pulls my shorts down by the waistband. He takes a quick look at my package, then removes the shorts past my feet, and places them with the socks.

Now, I haven’t got a giant schlong, but it’s somewhere near the upper end of the scale. I remember once, getting head from a “delivery housewife”, how she went on admiring it. She liked the veins that went along the top and sides of the shaft, and she liked the head, which she described as “plump”. My cockhead gets a bit purplish when I’m hard. She liked that, too.

So, anyway, we’re both watching my dick move slowly across my belly as it shifts and swells. Once again, the air feels good.

“Go ahead and make friends with it, Sammy boy.” I says, and he reaches out for it. Using both hands, his fingers stroke lightly over the entire length. I’m digging it.

“Atta boy, Sammy. Whew! Feels so fucking good.”

He kept at it. He had a fascinated look on his face as he explored every inch.

“I’m so happy, Jack, sir.” he finally said. But I wasn’t having any of that.

“Just keep at it, boy. Can the chitchat.” I said.

By now, I was hard as cast iron and precum was beginning to form at my pisshole. Naturally, Samuel saw this.

“Get that off my dickhead, Sammy. Use your finger.”

“He gently wiped the precum away, then sat back and looked at it.

“Now lick it off, boy.”

He did just that, making little moaning sounds in his throat as he did. then he began to suck on his finger. I lay there and watched. Seeing his lips in action got me going.

“Stop your sucking, and pay attention to this, boy”, I said, holding my cock straight up. “Let me see you make love to it, fagboy”.

In a split second, I could feel his soft, warm lips on my cockhead. He was kissing it repeatedly, and it was so fucking good.

I lifted up on my elbows to get a better look.

“It’s okay if I call you fagboy, isn’t it…fagboy?”

“Yes, sir. I am a fagboy. Mmmmmmm. “You’re so warm, sir. And you smell so good down here.”

“How about getting the head inside your faggot mouth, Sammy.” I say.

Ever compliant, in goes my cockhead into the soft, dark interior of his hungry mouth.

“Sweet.” I say. “Mmmmmm. Very nice, boy.”

I watch as the head moves slowly back and forth between his lips. It’s cool to see lips like his wrapped around cock. Seems they were made for each other. Sammy keeps up his soft, hungry moaning. He lets the head out of his mouth completely and looks at it.

“So beautiful.” he says. His face is flushed, and there is a kind of light burning in his eyes.

“Get it back inside, faggot!” I tell him, and give him a light slap on the head.

“Get to work on the whole thing.” I tell him.

Sammy doesn’t hesitate. Jeez! He doesn’t seem to have much technique going, but he is gentle and attentive. He gags a bit when he tries to go too far.

Sammy boy, haven’t sucked many cocks before, have you?”

“Not many, sir.” he says, sitting back and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “But I’ll get better. I promise. please…”

“No. It’s okay. You’re doing fine.” I says. “We can take it slow. You’ll get better. As for right now, I really need to blow off a load. No kidding. Do what you can. You don’t need to take it too deep for now. Just keep up that gentle way of your’s. That’s your main asset, believe me.”

“Yes, sir.” he says. “And thank you for understanding.”

“Um. Like, it’s getting a bit drafty out here…”

Sammy smiled and took the shaft in his hand. He kissed all along it, finishing at the head. He then got as much of my cock as he comfortably could into his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, paying close attention to the head. I was about ready to blow.

“Sammy, I’m about ready to cum. Why don’t you just jerk me off. That way you can see how I shoot, and what my cum looks like. Okay?” I say. Actually, I wasn’t sure if he was a swallower or not, and didn’t want to force anything on him. There was that, and the pride I took in getting my cum to fly.

Sammy began stroking me, and I could feel the orgasm slowly building in my belly and leg muscles. At one point, I raised up at the hips and my body tensed all over. Sammy was watching my cock, then my face, then back to my cock.

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Hey Guys! Here’s another chapter of my new series. Thanks for all the great feedback, I’m so happy you guys like the story. There’s a little more action in this chapter, but still so much more to come. Let me know what you think- any and all feedback is greatly appreciated.

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Chapter 2: Let’s make ’em count

Oliver hid away in Mrs. Valdez’s Geometry room, covering himself with the door as he looked out to the stream of classmates that roamed the halls. He felt a rush as he peeked through the slightly cracked door, knowing that Matty would walk by anytime soon on his way to his locker. It wasn’t until this morning that he remembered he had a dental appointment, so he had to tell Matt he didn’t need to be picked up. He knew that this was the perfect opportunity to catch him by surprise, and hopefully, continue what they started last night.

A few moments later, Oliver saw him weave himself through the crowd. He was impressed at how easily he blended in, almost becoming another face in a sea of teens. Oliver wondered if that’s why he hadn’t bumped into Matt sooner, as if the boy had become a chameleon blending in with his surroundings as to not be noticed. And he did a damn good job. But as he walked closer, Matt’s sun-kissed skin and well-pronounced dimples stood out among the crowd. Oliver stepped past the door, reaching out and grabbing Matt by the strap of his Herschel back pack, pulling him into the room.

Matt fought back a bit, unable to see the person pulling at him from behind. Oliver turned the boy around, impressed at how difficult it was to pin the boy down. He definitely wasn’t the scrawny kid that could never hold his own when they would wrestle in the living room. It wasn’t until Matt saw Oliver’s stupid grin, that he finally relaxed. He complained, “Ollie, you can’t just sneak up on people! Christ.”

Oliver flashed his famous smile, “That was kinda the point, genius.”

Matt rolled his eyes as he fixed his backpack, “Why are we even in here?”

Oliver raised his hands slightly, rubbing his fingers against the black straps of Matt’s bag, “So I can do this.” Before Matt could ask what “this” was, Oliver pushed Matt up against the cold concrete wall behind him. He reached back, breaking the impact of Matt’s head with his open hand. There was strength in Oliver’s movements, but also a subtle grace as he cradled Matt in his hand. Oliver leaned in, planting a firm kiss on Matt’s wordless mouth. He moaned, unable to comprehend how Matt’s lips could be so soft. As he pulled away, his eyes lingered on the boy’s thick brown hair that curled slightly at the edges. Below that, his full eyebrows perfectly traced the crystal blue eyes he found himself treading water in. If he wasn’t careful, he’d surely drown.

Oliver caught his breath, “That was for the kiss you gave me last night.” He held onto Matt’s wrists, “I’ve been wanting to do that since you left.”

Matt breathed out, “I’m glad you did.” He continued, looking down at his growing bulge, “But I’m not sure how I’m gonna be able to concentrate the rest of the day.”

Oliver licked his lips, savoring the remnants of Matt’s taste. “Meet you at your car afterschool?”

Matt corrected, “Only if there are more kisses like this in store.”

Oliver raised a brow, pulling away from the wall, “You’ll have to wait and see, Stevens. And if memory serves, you have a Calculus test next period, so you’d better get to work.”

Matt yelled out, “Fuck! I forgot”, as he reached into his bag, trying to find his notes.

Oliver shook his head, taunting him, “Oh Matty, what am I going to do with you?”

***

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful to Matt. After meeting up with Ollie, he had to somehow conceal his growing cock that pushed hard up against his khaki pants. He was almost annoyed at Oliver for that; leaving him blushed red and covering his crotch with his backpack as he weaved through the halls. When he finally made it to the bathroom, he quickly locked the stall and tugged away at his zipper. Pulling it down, his hard cock poked through the waistband of his boxers. Fully hard, Matt’s cock stretched to just about nine inches. He’d always been proud of his size, but today, he wished it wasn’t so noticeable. He looked down, seeing the engorged head dripping a strand a clear precum that hung in mid-air. He waited a few minutes for it to go down, shrinking to its normal six-inch state while soft. Grabbing it at the shaft, he stuffed his cock into the tight-fitting boxers and zipped up his pants in a leap. All it took was a kiss from Oliver to send him almost to the edge. And as he made his way to Mr. Keller’s Physics class, feeling the wet precum that collected in his boxers against his skin, he didn’t know how he’d be able to last like this.

Matt pushed open the double doors, feeling the afternoon breeze blow through his amber hair. He looked over, seeing Ollie leaning up against the passenger door of his car. It was like the scene out of an Büyükesat Escort Abercrombie campaign as the boy dug his deep shoulder blades into the clear glass window. He bit down on his lip as he walked over, unable to believe that he, under a few encounters, had spent many closed spaces with this boy. Matt watched as Oliver’s face lit up as their eyes met; a mix of excitement with a single shot of lust on the rocks.

Oliver pulled him into a quick hug, leaving Matt just mere seconds to take in his clean scent. He pouted slightly as he pulled away, “You don’t know how bad I want to kiss you right now.”

Matt winked, “I don’t wanna share you, Ollie.” He looked over to the school behind them, “Especially not with these people.” Oliver laughed, not sensing the bitter tone within Matt’s last statement. He decided it wasn’t worth elaborating.

Oliver was checked out for most of the ride, listening intently to the song playing off Matty’s playlist. He closed his eyes for a bit, letting the music sink in. He had never heard it before, but somehow it was familiar. He stayed like this well into the second track, that was, until he felt Matt’s right hand dangerously close to his. He peeked over, looking at Matt whose gaze was fixed on the road before them. But it was like his hand had a mind of its own. Matt took his change, reaching below Oliver’s open palm and filling it with his own. Oliver took notice of the act, interlocking his fingers between Matt’s. He couldn’t believe how well they fit together- like every void of his hand was meant to be filled by Matt’s. The boys didn’t speak. Instead, Matt looked over to find a grinning Oliver who only squeezed harder as they drove off.

***

Matt pulled into Oliver’s empty driveway, only letting go of his hand to put the car in park. Oliver reached over, pulling the key in the ignition and turning off the car. He turned to Matt with a straight face, “Come upstairs with me.”

Matt bit down on his lip, hearing the gravel in Oliver’s voice like he was giving an order rather than a suggestion. He got out of the car, feeling that familiar blood rush down to his cock as they made their way to the front door.

Just as Matt heard Oliver lock the deadbolt behind him, he was pushed up against the drywall in the foyer, knocking a picture frame out of alignment in the process. For the second time, he was pinned down with Oliver’s strong hands holding him back, pressing into his body. He loved the pressure, seeing a matched intensity in the boy’s eyes. They looked demanding, as if telling Matt not to lose his gaze.

As Oliver leaned in on his prey, Matt wrapped his arms around his hips, feeling the crease of his muscles through the cotton shirt. Oliver leaned in for a strong and deliberate kiss. Matt opened his mouth, letting Oliver slip his tongue inside as he ran his hands up Oliver’s sides. He pushed past the cotton shirt, feeling his fingers against the exposed skin. Oliver loved the touch, moaning slightly with exchanged breathing and heat.

Oliver pulled away with loose strands of his hair falling in the space between his eyes. He managed, “I swear you get me so damn crazy.”

Matt breathed out, slipping his hand down Ollie’s pants, feeling the warm skin. He asked, “How long are we alone for?” There was almost a desperation in Matt’s tone like he needed this moment more than he needed oxygen.

Oliver reached around, settling his hand against the small of Matty’s back. He pushed him in closer, leaving just enough distance to feel his warm breath against Matt’s. He answered slowly, emphasizing the words, “A couple hours.”

Matt raised an eyebrow, hooking his finger on the belt loop of Oliver’s jeans, “Then let’s make ’em count.”

Oliver nodded, as he followed Matty’s lead up the stairs. The boys never broke their touch as they walked down the hall. Matt would look back occasionally to find Oliver watching his every motion, stepping only in the places his own feet had been. They stopped only once in the hallway to taste each other’s lips, as if the walk from the front door to Oliver’s bedroom was unbearably long.

Oliver cradled Matt’s face once more, saying, “Come here, you”, as he pulled the boy into his bedroom.

Matt moved first, pulling off his open sweater with some difficulty. Oliver chuckled, seeing the boy’s arm caught in the sleeve as he leaned in to set it free. He placed a soft kiss on Matty’s shoulder before pushing him back onto the bed. Matt laughed as his back landed on the soft comforter. “This is gonna be fun”, he exclaimed, matching Oliver’s mischievous grin.

Oliver hopped on top of Matt, straddling the boy on his hips. Matt relaxed, enjoying Ollie’s weight on him as he felt the boy’s ass grinding against his body. He propped himself up as Oliver leaned down and the two shared a deep kiss complete with roaming hands and a lot of tongue. Oliver made his move, reaching down and pulling off his shirt, Elvankent Escort exposing his milky skin. A quivering moan escaped Matt’s mouth. The boy had been dreaming of this day for years. And with Ollie on top of him with a gaze that meant the lust was mutual, Matt knew he was about to get everything he wanted.

Matt reached forward, running his fingertips against Ollie’s cut body; pale and rigid like a piece of sculpted marble. He growled, “Fuck”, as he continued to explore the boy’s body, leaving Oliver a moaning mess as he felt the cool sensation of Matt’s hands all over him.

But Oliver wasn’t satisfied just yet. He stuck out a finger and motioned it back, letting Matt know it was his turn to undress. Matt didn’t reply, only reaching down at his own shirt and pulling it over his head- a bold move considering all the years of insecurity and self-doubt. But out of all the sensations that Matt was feeling this afternoon, embarrassment wasn’t one of them. After spending a few seconds uselessly trying to fix the stray strands of hair on his forehead, he moved his arm down and rested it at his side. For the first time, he lay there, presenting himself to Oliver.

Oliver took his time, assaulting the boy’s exposed body with his eyes. He looked over at Matt’s honeycomb skin that was bathed in California sun. He started at that Adam’s apple and traveled down his defined chest, dotted with two pink and very hard nipples. Next came his abs, leaving Oliver frustrated at how he could never get his as defined. He bit down on his lip, “Damn Stevens, what else are you hiding under all these clothes.”

He shot back, “That’s for you to find out, Morrison.” Oliver replied with his lips, leaning down so that his chest was pressed against Matty’s. He loved the feeling of exposed skin against his as Oliver attacked his neck, kissing hard as if trying to leave a mark. The boys kept up their speed, playfully kissing each other while exchanging quick glances and a few winks. They were two amateurs, taking their time to explore each other’s body and discovering every crease and every taste they could.

Matty moaned out, breathing hot air into Oliver’s gaping mouth, “I need you, Ollie.”

Oliver growled back, “Yeah Matty?”

Matt then placed his hands on Oliver’s shoulder blades and, in one fail swoop, managed to turn the boy over to the other side of the queen sized mattress. Oliver gasped, impressed at the boy’s strength as he lie there in disbelief. Matt then straddled him, taking the position Oliver once held. He looked down at his friend, squirming beneath him as he traced his fingers against the imprint of Ollie’s cock in his jeans. He reached out, unbuttoning the top and sliding the zipper down only enough to show the waistband of Ollie’s boxers.

Ollie moaned out, feeling the cool air brush against the happy trail leading down to his crotch. “You got me so hard for you, dude”, he said as he continued to feel Matt’s soft touch against the thin fabric separating his cock and the outside world. Wanting more, Matty reached at Oliver’s waist. Hooking his fingers around the boxers and jeans, he pulled them off in one motion. Ollie’s cock stood straight up, and Matt’s eyes were immediately drawn to the thick uncircumcised meat that stood just shy of eight inches between his legs- the first he’d ever seen. Matt felt his mouth water as a single strand of precum oozed out of the pink head, almost entirely covered by foreskin. It was beautiful, Matt thought, as he counted the ways he’d have fun with it. He took his attention off Oliver’s cock for a few moments as he made his way down towards his feet. Tugging at the ends, he pulled the jeans off completely before tearing off Ollie’s socks. He stood there at the end of the bed, admiring the handsome, naked boy before him.

Oliver took notice, grabbing his cock by the base and stroking it slightly as Matt watched in amazement. He wanted to put on a little show for his boy, and based on the devilish grin that ate up Matt’s chiseled face, he knew it was working. Matt made the next move, making his way towards Ollie and kissing every inch of exposed skin in the process. When he finally reached the boy’s crotch, he inhaled, taking in Ollie’s musk that oozed off him. He reached up and grabbed Oliver’s cock, trying to find the perfect grip. Ollie watched in amazement as Matt stuck out his tongue and licked the slit of his cock. He swore that he could cum right then and there.

Matt moaned out, “Fuck, you taste so good, man.”

Oliver was about to respond, when his mouth was cut off by Matt’s who wrapped his lips around the head of Ollie’s cock. Sucking hard, Oliver writhed beneath him. “Matty, your mouth is so damn good”, he yelled out in a shaky breath.

Matt fixed his gaze on Oliver who watched his best friend go down on him. He gathered the slack of bedsheets in his fist and pulled tight as his hips buckled under Matt’s mouth. The boy had never been Beşevler Escort sucked off before, and after years of masturbating, he still couldn’t believe how amazing all of this felt.

He watched as Matt worked down the length of his cock. Slowly, he could feel Matt’s lips wrap around the shaft, pushing down with determined movements. Matt, on the other hand, had only one thing on his mind- getting deeper. He pulled off a few times, swirling his tongue around Ollie’s head, slipping it underneath his foreskin. He couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed this, and from the sweet taste of Ollie’s cock on his tongue to the rough moans that escaped the boy’s mouth, he wished he could continue this on for hours. After a few more intense swirls along the sensitive head, Matt worked down the length, sucking up as much of Ollie’s cock as he could. Oliver reached over, caressing the back of Matt’s head, running his fingers through the boy’s thick hair. He pulled slightly, encouraging his friend as he went down on him.

Matt soon found his rhythm, getting in more inches of Ollie with every motion. But Ollie knew he wouldn’t last much longer like this. His grip on Matt’s hair grew tighter as Matt’s lips sat centimeters from the base of his cock. He could feel his balls clench together, and as he buckled his hips in anticipation, he dug his feet deeper into the bed. Seconds from satisfaction, he moaned out, “Matty, I’m so close! I’m gonna cum!”

He thought that would serve as a warning to pull off, but Matt threw his inhibitions out the window and instead, sucked harder. Just as Ollie was about to release, Matt made one last stitch effort to take the boy’s cock all the way down. He pushed down, feeling the head at the back of his throat. He steadied himself as Ollie jerked throughout the bed, feeling his orgasm rise to an intensity he’d never achieved. After holding it off for as long as he could, Ollie shouted out as he felt jets of his cum escape the tip of his cock, “Fuck Matty, I’m cumming!”

Matt held is position, eagerly sucking up the warm cum as it sprayed out and coated his throat. He felt it collect within his mouth and he tried to swallow as much as he could, but that proved to be no easy feat. Oliver had emptied all of himself into Matt and he watched in amazement as his best friend popped his cock out of his mouth, leaving a trail of fresh cum dripping down the sides. Matt looked up at him, still in a frenzy of sexual overdrive with cum seeping out the sides of his lips. Ollie reached over, pulling him by the forearm towards him. Matt raised a hand, wanting to wipe away the juice before he got too close. But Oliver stopped him with a, “No”, as he found his place millimeters away from his mouth.

Oliver looked into the boy’s crystal blues before leaning in and lapping up the remaining cum off Oliver’s lips and chin. He swallowed it down, savoring the taste of his own cum mixed with Matt’s spit. It turned him on even more, pulling Matt into a deep kiss, unable to believe what he had just done.

He pulled away, licking the boy’s cum stained lips, “I can’t believe I never realized how sexy you are, man.”

Matt blushed hard with a bashful smile. He was being admired by Oliver, who watched as his face glistened. “I swear Ollie, I could play with that cock all day”, he said as he continued to stroke the boy’s ever-hard cock.

Oliver quipped back, “Yeah?” Matt nodded, tightening his grip slightly. Oliver continued, “As much as I would love that, I believe it’s my turn”, pulling the boy’s hands off him.

Matt looked back with concern, “Are-are you sure? Look dude, you really don’t have to-” But Oliver cut him off, raising his fingers up to Matty’s moving lips, bringing them to a stop. Matt leaned forward, taking one of Ollie’s fingers in his mouth, sucking with as much intensity as he did with the boy’s cock. After a few more deep sucks, Oliver withdrew his fingers from his mouth, leaving Matt feeling empty.

He flashed him that famous smile, teasing, “You talk too much, Matty.” Oliver motioned towards the edge of the bed, “Now stand up, I wanna get a good look at you.” Matt happily complied, moving his way off the bed and onto his feet. Oliver followed after, scooting his way to the edge of the bed. As Oliver’s hands latched onto Matt’s belt, the boy stepped forward so that his legs were between his.

Oliver wrapped his arms around Matt’s torso, pulling the boy into a warm embrace as he nuzzled his face into Matt’s chest. He savored Matt’s warmth, enjoying the feeling of the boy’s skin against his cheeks. Matt loved the affection as well, feeling safe as Oliver held onto him, planting soft kisses down his pecs towards his cut abs.

Oliver’s hands moved in steady, deliberate motions as he cradled Matt’s belt buckle and swung it open with the flick of his wrist. He swallowed down slightly, pulling the zipper down on the boy’s pants as his cock bulged out, filling the void the zipper left behind. He planted another soft kiss against Matt’s lower abdomen dusted with short brown hair that led down his crotch. He wrapped his hands around, pulling at the waistband with some difficulty, trying to get them over Matt’s perfectly plump ass. With only a thin sheet of cotton separating him and Matt’s swollen cock, he decided to fight the hesitation and instead, allow his body to move for him.

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Disclaimer: These are fantasies of mine at a real-life adult video store in Dallas named Adult New Releases. The setting, environment and devices described are all real. These stories describe extremely unsafe sex practices which is why I am “living them out” thru these words. In a perfect, disease free world, I would absolutely submit willingly to each and every one of these. Have amazing, mind-blowing sex everyone, just be safe out there.

This particular book store has an arcade right as you walk in, movies and toys to the right and a hallway leading to the left that has preview rooms for couples or individuals that want to pick their own movie to watch. When you walk into the arcade, it is laid out in a square with rooms primarily on the inside of the square. Each room has a leather couch, some are a full size couch and some are love seats. Each room has a big TV to show your selection and another big TV showing quick snippets of other channels so that you can switch to another video right away. What attracted me to this arcade is what is inside of each room. I was completely shocked when I first saw it. Each room has one of 7 different items in the room. They are always located in the inside corner of the room, by the door, next to the couch. They items are one of the following:

* A floor to ceiling slab of wood making a makeshift wall with a glory hole cut out and a stool to sit on (you are still in the same room, but can enjoy the anonymity of the glory hole if you so choose and then if you want more, you don’t have to change rooms). The stools are toilet seats on metal legs so I imagine someone can lay under it and eat your ass or you can partake in scat fetishes.

* A square stage with a stripper pole.

* A massage table but with no head rest.

* A smaller, square, lower to the ground massage table, better for being bent over and fucked.

* A large rig with a harness that you can lay in on your back, be suspended in mid-air at waist height and have your arms and legs strapped in.

* A platform with a large “X” made out of wood with wrist and ankle straps so that you can be tied up and restrained while standing (either face forward or facing back)

* A stockade (for those that don’t know what a stockade is, it’s an old device used to display criminals in the middle of town. It had two pieces of wood with holes for your hands and head that were big enough for your wrists and neck, but too small for you to pull out when the top piece was fastened to the bottom piece.) When in the Stockyard, you face the couch and your ass is facing the wall with the door on it putting you parallel to the back wall of the room.

Now that you know about the place, we can move on to each adventure.

Chapter 02 — The Glory Hole Wall

After going to my favorite adult video store last night and getting tag-teamed from both ends on a massage table by a pair of strangers and then throat fucked by another, I was excited to come back again tonight to try out another room and another interesting device in one of the rooms. Tonight, I decided on one of the rooms with the Glory Hole Wall built into the room.

While most of the rooms were strictly on the inside of the square (rectangle) hallway, there were two rooms right inside the entrance of the arcade and two on what would be the very back wall that are on the outside walls of the square.

Again, I surveyed the talent here tonight and noticed that it was extremely busy on this Saturday night. There were a lot of men roaming about, some paired off and talking, some (like me) that were walking around and many of the rooms had red lights instead of green lights above them signaling that they were in use and money was in the machine.

I walked to the back of the hallway and as I did, I saw a man with a hat on, looking down and playing with his phone and, of course, my eyes went directly to his crotch. I saw a tremendous bulge in his jeans with an almost clear outline of his cock. It was positioned to go sideways and extended far enough that if you put your hand in his right pocket, you would be grabbing a big handful of cock at around the lower head / upper shaft portion. He was standing on the wall next to one of the rooms so when I walked down the hall towards the back wall, I was walking towards him and my eyes never left his bulge once I spotted it. I was subconsciously Cebeci Escort licking my lips and as I got closer, I looked up and realized that I had been caught staring.

He smiled at me and my eyes never left his as I walked to his right and right into one of the rooms with a glory hole wall. Before I could even turn around, I heard the door being closed and I knew that he had followed me in.

I walked behind the wall and sat down on the stool, facing towards the hole in the makeshift wall. I saw him walk over to the machine and put some money in and I stood up and reached toward him and gave him a five and told him to add that to it as well. He added the money and as he did, I returned to my stool and pulled out my bottle of poppers. I inhaled deeply in both nostrils, basked in the warmth it provided as it ran thru my body and waited, looking thru the hole.

Now the hole isn’t a perfect circle, but instead, it is about 4 inches wide and about 10 inches tall with a rounded top and bottom. This allows people of different heights the ability to stick their cocks thru to receive their semi-anonymous blow-job.

I saw him step up to the hole and undo his pants. I was salivating at just the view of his hard cock thru his jeans and couldn’t wait to see it unwrapped and ready for my service. His belt came open, his button undone, his zipper sliding down and then finally, he reached in and pulled out one of the best cocks I’ve ever seen, be that in real life or in porn. He stroked it and I realized that it wasn’t even fully hard yet, but was so large; it never really shrank or shriveled like some guys do. I couldn’t help marveling at it, drooling over it, needing it in my mouth.

He stepped forward and the cock came thru the hole like a perfect present to me. I grasped the cock and started stroking. I had to guess that the cock was probably around 8 inches, maybe more in length with beautiful veins running down the shaft and a beautiful circumcised head that sat upon the shaft with great power.

I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth, stroking it with one hand and sucking on the rest. With the poppers coursing thru my body, I took it slow at first, slowly sucking on the cock, trying to become familiar with every inch of the skin. I lifted up the cock and ran my tongue up and down the shaft of the cock and then took his cock head back in my mouth and began kissing and licking the head, essentially French-kissing his cock head. I heard him say, “That’s a good cock-sucker, take it all now.”

I reached down, grabbed some more poppers and inhaled and asked him if he wanted some. He said yes so I passed them thru the hole and then immediately went back to sucking on his cock. It was weird, sitting there on a stool, sucking his cock thru the hole. I felt like I was cheating. A cock-sucker is supposed to be on their knees, submitting to the power of the cock in front of them and the owner of the cock. I got down on my knees and began to really suck on this magnificent cock in front of me.

He pulled his pants down more and moved as close to the wall as he could and told me to suck on his balls. I lifted up his cock, laid it on my face and began to lick and suck on his big, hairless balls. I heard him moaning and calling me names. He told me to put his cock back in my mouth but to keep playing with his balls and making sure that I had plenty of saliva on them while I did. I spit on his balls and started rubbing it around with my hand, massaging them with my palms and fingertips before taking his cock back in my mouth.

I began to bob up and down on his cock, trying to take as much as I could in my mouth and down my throat, gagging myself on the cock. I sucked on that glorious piece of meat for at least ten minutes before he said he was getting ready to blow. I pulled off and said that I wanted him to cum on my face so he pulled back a little and started jerking off as I continued to rub on his balls. I felt them contract up into his body and then large amounts of cum spewed from his cock and hit me squarely in the face. I moved my head around trying to get it over as much of my face as I could. I had several blasts hit me square in my eyes and even up my nose, but I didn’t care. The heat from his cum was amazing.

He finally stopped cumming and I tried to take his cock back into my mouth to Kolej Escort clean him up but he said something about being too sensitive after cumming and I heard him stuffing his cock back in his pants, zipping up and fastening his belt.

I heard the door open and close and I began looking around for the toilet paper to wipe my face off and then I heard the sounds of the door being opened again. He must not have closed it all the way when he left. I found the toilet paper and picked it up only to have it taken out of my hands.

Then I heard a man say, “this dude is covered in cum, he can’t even open his eyes!”

“Keep him that way,” another said. From their voices, I got the impression that they were black and my cock jumped at this idea. I love big, black cock and I love how domineering black guys can get, especially in a group as they try and one up each other.

“I’ll put some more money in the machine,” I heard from yet another voice. Three? There were three guys in the room and here I was covered in cum and unable to see.

The guy that was around the wall and had told his friends that I was covered in cum told me to strip, but to be sure that when I removed my shirt that I don’t wipe any of the cum away. I said that might be a little hard and then I felt hands on the neck opening of my shirt and it was torn open, creating a large hole in my shirt. “Now, it shouldn’t be a problem,” he said.

Oh man, what was I getting into here? I removed my torn shirt and my jeans and he took them from me. He pushed me back down on my knees in front of the hole in the wall and grabbed the top of my head and my throat and said, “Open wide.”

I opened up my mouth and I felt a large cock press into my mouth. The guy holding my head pushed me forward and said, “Get some of that big, black cock white boy, choke on it.” He slammed me up and down on the cock and I tell you, if I had a gag-reflex I would have been puking everywhere. The cock was much larger than the big one I had just got done sucking and I strained to keep my mouth open wide enough for it. He slammed forward and the guy holding my head pushed me towards it, fucking my face with the big, black cock.

The cock moved away and another one replaced it, also large, this one uncircumcised. Again, I was used as a pocket pussy, my mouth slammed up and down on the cock. They were talking dirty to me, telling me what a good faggot I was and how hot it looked to see my white mouth taking their black cocks. They asked me if I liked being used by black guys and I mumbled yes thru the fucking I was receiving in my mouth. I felt some different hands on my head now and the first guy let go. Shortly after, the cock in my mouth was removed and a new, big cock was pushed thru the whole. This one was longer, but not as thick as the others and actually made it easier to suck.

I felt a second set of hands on my head and now, with four hands on my head, I was pushed forward till my mouth forehead was on the wall and my mouth was fully in the hole. The third guy slid his cock all the way forward and down my throat until I felt the wiry hairs of his pubic hair tickling my nose. They held me there as he held his cock in my expanded throat. I felt the lack of air becoming a problem and started to struggle, worried that I was going to be suffocated by this cock in my mouth. I thrashed around pushing back with my hands and trying to get a good hold with my feet, but it was no use. They were much stronger than I was.

I felt like this was going to be it and then, they finally released me and the third guy pulled his cock out of my throat and I gasped for air. One of the guys reached down and slapped my naked ass and said, “I bet his pussy is great too.”

“Not tonight guys, please,” I said, still sore from my ass-fucking from last night. I was still gasping for air and one of the guys said, “That’s fine, we can just fuck your face faggot, makes no difference to us.”

With that, I was pulled away from the wall and into the center of the room. My eyes were now stuck shut as the cum had started drying. I sensed them surrounding me and then, it was on. These three well-endowed men started pulling me from cock to cock, shoving them in my mouth, down my throat. They smacked me hard with their heavy cocks and many times stuck two cocks in my mouth at the same time. They Yenimahalle Escort made me keep my hands behind my back and every time I tried to move them up to possibly steady myself, grab their cocks or massage their balls, one would hit me hard with their cock before telling me to put my hands back behind my back and grasp my fingers.

I gave up trying to lift my hands and these three guys continued to rape my face. To be honest, I was actually enjoying the rough behavior and I felt I could have stopped it if I wanted too because they honored my request not to fuck my ass.

I knew they were stroking their cocks when they weren’t in my mouth and I loved it when one of them would grab the sides of my head and slam his cock as far into my mouth as they could go, sometimes holding it there till I started to squirm and sometimes just using it as a pussy. In a weird way, I felt like I was the center of a porno. I had seen so many with girls in my exact same position and guys too and I was always envious of them, there on their knees being dominated by several hung black guys and now I was living out that scenario in real life.

“Let’s all cum on this fucker at the same time,” said one of them.

“Sounds good to me,” said another, “I’m getting close.”

“Me too,” said the third.

“Here, let me fuck that throat some more and I’ll be ready,” said the first guy and my head was grabbed by the guy on my left and his cock roughly shoved into my throat. “I love me a bitch with no gag-reflex and who knows how to move their fucking teeth away from my cock,” he said, pounding in me.

I heard him say he was ready and I heard three cocks being stroked furiously so I presented my face to them and opened up my mouth. “Close your fuckin’ mouth bitch, we are gonna cover you,” the guy on my right said and I obeyed.

Almost simultaneously, I felt streams of cum splashing onto my face from in front of me and from both sides. They produced a ton of cum and I could only imagine how I looked as they plastered me with their cum. I felt it splash on my face, ears, hair, neck, chest and shoulders. There was cum everywhere (on me) and I could feel them flicking the remaining cum onto my face. They began to slap their cocks on my face again and told me to jerk off.

I quickly grabbed my cock and stroked it hard and fast and in roughly 20 seconds I was cumming so hard I had to lean over and place one hand on the ground to steady myself.

As I came down, I felt one of them slap my ass and say, “we see you around here again buddy, we are just going to have to get ourselves of piece of this fine, white ass, so please, come around here again.” The other two laughed and I heard what sounded like clothes ripping and then the sounds of them fastening up their pants.

I heard the door open and I said, “Can one of you help me find the toilet paper?”

“Nah, we’re taking that with us faggot,” said one of them and then I heard the door close.

“Fuck,” I thought to myself. I reached up and started scooping cum out of my eyes, but it was almost pointless. My face with drenched from the four large cum shots I had taken. It would almost take me a whole role of TP to remove all of this cum from my face and body. I was able to get enough out that I was able to open my eyes barely and made it over to turn on the light and looked around. At first, I didn’t see any of my clothes, but I looked behind the wall and there were my jeans. “Whew, no jeans would have meant no keys which means I wouldn’t have been able to leave,” I thought to myself. I looked around for my shirt and then spotted some white cloth hanging outside of the trashcan. I looked in and saw my shirt and reached in to retrieve it when I realized it was torn into three pieces and covered in cum and saliva. They had used my t-shirt as cum towels. They were drenched from wiping off particularly my saliva from their cocks and balls.

I tried to wipe as much as I could from my body, but I wasn’t able to get all of it and what I did wipe just smeared all over me. I finally said to myself, “fuck it,” and put on my pants and sandals, opened the door and strolled out. I got several cat-calls and whistles as I walked shirtless down the hallway, obviously covered in the remnants of lots of cum. I exited the arcade, went to my car and got in.

I closed my eyes and smiled and thought to myself, “I love this place. I’m definitely coming back next weekend…” I started up the car and drove off, already fantasizing about what sort of adventures I would get into next Friday night.

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I hope you liked it. I have two more chapters coming this week:

ANR – Ch. 03: The Harness

ANR – Ch. 04: The Stockade

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Chapter Six -Atlas and Company

The next day I could hardly walk. My ass was really sore and my whole body felt bruised. I decided to stay in bed and cancelled my classes. I had a long hot bath and went back to sleep waking up at around 11, to the sound of the butt plug. buzzing in my bag on the floor beside my bed. Damn, I couldn’t possibly. I sat on the edge of the bed and stretched my aching body.

The plug was still buzzing and my cock was rising fast. I couldn’t help myself. I was a nympho and I needed Jim’s Cock. I stood up and felt around my hole. It was tender to the touch, but with lube anything was possible. I grabbed the lube from my bag and placed a big dollop on my middle finger. I began slowly tracing around my tender hole, before gently inserting my finger. I gasped in pain. Every nerve ending in my ass was tender to the touch. I went slow and eventually warmed up enough to insert the small, still buzzing plug in my ass. My cock stood up hard and full and ready to be sucked.

I put on a clean, white dance belt and my white tights and a black T shirt and my Property of hoodie. I was ready. I walked towards Jim’s room and felt my ass warming and stretching nicely. I felt better and very horny. The door was closed. I knocked gently and waited barely breathing. I was so horny I felt my knees shaking. He opened the door and stepped aside motioning me in with his other hand. He was dressed in a studded black leather thong, black motorcycle boots, and a leather harness across his hairy chest. He looked a little scary, but it was hot at the same time.

So Chris, where have you been? I explained what happened and stood nervously waiting for him to respond. He was staring intently at me. I think that you forgot your place this morning slave. Where is your place? I looked down, face reddening and said here with you. He lifted my chin with one finger and said no Chris, Down here at my feet. Get on your knees.

I knelt down and stared up at him, nervous but getting hornier by the minute. I have a special way of dealing with slaves who don’t listen. You’re going to have to stay a while Chris. I take it you’re not going to classes today either. I nodded.Good boy. We have the whole day then. He stood right in front of me, his big balls and thick cock tightly clad in the leather thong that was millimetres from my eager face. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me into his musky crotch and started rubbing against my face. Oh yes, you’re going to pay for not obeying me Chris, yes indeed. Strip Chris and leave on nothing but your dance belt. I like seeing you sexy body in that dance belt. I undressed eagerly, down to my clean white belt.

He walked away and returned with a long metal bar that had rings on each end, two V Shaped bars at the back with two rings on top. This is called a stretcher bar. You’re going to like this. He placed a mat in front of me and ordered me to kneel on it. He placed leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles and connected first one then the other foot to the bar. My legs were stretched wide, about 2-3 feet apart. Put your hands back. The bar went back in a v and formed a triangle behind me. He cuffed my hands behind me so that I was arched up in the air, my aching bulge protruding high in front of me, my back bent and arched, cock and balls straining against the belt.

Now I know you are very strong Chris, but this is going to test every inch of your sweet muscled body. He stood in front of me, admiring my straining muscles, he licked his lips. He traced his finger, slowly up my inner thigh circling around my balls, trailing delicately up my cock, around my swollen head and gently up my abdomen, around my protruding nipples and up my chin around my ear, grasping my hair he pulled my head forward. Your soft brown hair and brilliant blue eyes, freckles and angelic face make me so horny Chris. It makes me want to kiss you and fuck you and punish you too. Do you like that. I smiled and said yes. Good boy. Because this is going to test your limits.

I found it hard to hold this position and arched forward a little which helped the strain on my back. It’s a bit uncomfortable isn’t it Chris. I think you need some support. He reached into his storage closet and pulled out a strange looking machine. It had a big rubber dildo attached to a metal arm, that was connected to a box with dials and switches. What is that I asked. This is your new best friend Chris. It’s a fuck machine. I looked nervously at the machine, and wondered what this would feel like.

He came behind me and positioned the machine between my ankles, plugging it in and reaching for a big tube of lube. I heard him greasing up the dildo and I began to get really hard imagining what it would do to Cebeci Escort me. I felt his meaty hand slip aside my dance belt and begin to wiggle out the plug that had been buzzing in my ass for the last hour. It came out with a pop and I immediately missed it, feeling that emptiness in my ass that I hated.

He nudged the dildo against my sweet hole and begin pushing it into my hole. It was tapered and the end slid in fairly easily. My ass was still a bit sore but better after having the plug in there warming it up. Okay slave, I’m going to turn this on and ease it up for you. It’s going to work itself into your ass and I’ll move the machine slowly forward as it enters you until it’s plunging all eight inches in and out of you. You’re going to like your new friend. He never gets tired Chris and he’s going to fuck you for at least an hour, maybe all day you little whore, would you like that. I nodded feeling my cock burn. I liked it when he called me his whore and his slave or slut.

I felt my ass opening and he moved it forward an inch or so. It was moving a bit faster and spreading my muscular cheeks as the tapered head pumped in and out in a steady rhythm. The whir of the machine, the feel of the large, tapered dildo pumping smoothly in and out of my ass and the strain of arching my body in the restraints was making me crazy with lust. I needed him to touch my cock, I needed to blow.

I begged him, please touch me, I’m so horny, I need to cum. He made me beg more. My cock felt like it was going to rip through my dance belt. He took a pair of scissors and cut through the waistband of my belt on both side and I gasped as my cock sprung free. He ripped the belt off me aggressively and reached around turning the machine up faster. It began pumping into my ass steady, fast and strong. He poured lube on it as it moved back and forth, creating a swooshing sound as it battered quickly in and out of my ass. You’re really opening up again aren’t you. Your ass loves this Chris. I bet you’d like to be fucked every day wouldn’t you. I nodded. Good cuz I like fucking You.

He turned it up again and placed his arms on my shoulders pushed me back into the machine. I moaned as it drove deep into me rapidly. My whole body was on fire. Please touch me, I begged again. Can’t hear you what? Please I begged, please I can’t take much more.

Reaching over to the bed, he grabbed a new device, an adjustable rubber cock sling that had two chains and clamps connected it. He slid the sling over my cock, without touching me which made me buck and wiggle, desperately trying to touch or hump his hand. He pulled it tight and I felt my balls growing out and filling with blood. They were bursting at this point. He pulled the chains up and connected the clamps one at a time to my straining nipples. The clamps barely got on the nipples with my arched chest, straining as I bent backwards, but they were clinging to the ends, stinging and arousing even more nerve endings in my inflamed body. I was panting and moaning like a dog and dying to get off.

Please touch me, please. He said tell me what you are first. I’m a slave. Whose slave he said. Yours I yelled out. Are you a slut Chris, an ass slut. Yes I yelled I’m your slut. Are you a whore for me to fuck and use every day Chris. Yes I’m your whore. Please touch me. I was thrashing and shaking at this point.

He smiled and came towards me slowly. I think I’ll turn this up a little more first. I didn’t know how that could be possible, the machine was pumping in and out at a high speed already and my ass felt amazing. I was being fucked like crazy and I loved it. To my surprise, he slowed it down and it stopped. It was still up my ass, as I panted, impaled and waiting eagerly. I felt him slowly pull it out and then the sounds of something unscrewing and then more sounds. I think you need a bigger friend up there whore.

He slapped my ass, firm with command and sadistic intent. He slapped it again and again, faster and faster till I felt it burning. He was well over 30 hits when he stopped. I was delirious. He nudged the new dildo against my ass and I felt nervous as the size of it hit me. It was thick and wide. I don’t know if I can take this master I said. Shut up slave, and get yourself ready.

I apologized and he turned on the machine, the soft whirring sound announcing its readiness. I felt the massive cock head against my pulsing hole and the masters hand on my hips. I’m going to help you boy, breathe and relax and it will happen nicely for you.

I did as he said and tried to take my mind off of the giant dildo invading my sweet hole. It was moving slowly in small movements back and forth. Jim grabbed Kolej Escort my hip and pulled me back into it. I breathed deeply and the head popped inside.

Oh my gosh I gasped, it’s going to split me open. Breathe slave, and relax it’s coming faster. He turned it up a notch and the speed increased. I felt it moving slowly forward into my ass, my cheeks spreading and my hips arching. He turned it up again and it went deeper, opening my ass wide. I felt my whole body quiver with lust as he kept turning it up till it was moving steadily back and forth deep in my ass. I felt a strange pride as I could take this giant dildo and was really into it.

I bucked and jumped and pushed back into it, the slut that I was. Good boy. I knew you’d like it. He smacked my ass again. He turned it up again and it began jackhammering my ass. I was moaning and rocking with the machine and felt the cum building in my tight aching balls. I’m going to cum I said. Oh no you don’t he commanded, breath boy, breath.

He came around front of me and started smacking my balls, soft at first then harder and harder until he was smacking them and cupping them and squeezing after each hit. I was completely lost and a total fuck toy. He grabbed both balls hard and slid his warm mouth down my shaft and up once and I exploded a huge load into his mouth. I was shaking and convulsing as he leaked my head clean and sucked and licked me up and down all over my glistening shaft.

Somehow my cock was still hard as a rock. He released the cock ring and undid the clamps, kissing my aching nipples and gently rubbing the tips with his finger and tongue. You’re beautiful Chris. I smiled and felt the aching warmth of the dildo ramming my ass hard. I was still horny and wanted more.

He saw that look and smiled, you want more don’t you boy. I nodded and squeezing my balls he smiled. Then more you shall have. Have you heard of spit roasting Chris? I shook my head. Well, basically, one cock takes your ass and the other takes your mouth and you get fucked at both ends. The only stipulation is you have to look at the guy whose cock you are sucking the whole time until he comes in your mouth. How does that sound? I loved the idea and said I would like that very much.

I was shocked at myself. Here I was asking for two men to fuck me. I was beginning a complete whore and I loved it. So let’s practice with our little friend subbing in for the real thing. Did I mention I used to play football. I hadn’t heard that and shook my head no. I did, I was small and never went past college, but I’m still friends with some very big men. Big in the right places. I can make arrangements and I will make sure they only do what you’re comfortable with. Although at this point, I can see you taking on more than one. Would you like that Chris? I can get three big dudes to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked and we can spit roast you all night. I thought for a second and shly nodded yes.

He patted my head and kissed me softly on the lips. I opened my tongue and took his deep in my mouth licking and sucking his lips and tongue.

Let’s get started shall we. He released my hands and bent me over forward, doggy style. As I moved into position on all fours, he adjusted the machine and it rammed me even deeper. He turned it up again, and I screamed out as it pummelled super fast into my stretched out ass. Yes boy yes, let it out you slut. He took a whip with long strands of leather on it and began flicking my ass as it moved in rhythm with the machine.

He was lashing my cheeks left and right in a smooth steady rhythm. It felt good and I moaned and moved with delight. He started hitting me harder, leaning into it, each lash giving a resounding smack as it whipped into my reddened ass. Ugh I cried out with each hit. Louder bitch and he swung hard right at my crack and one of the straps whipped around and caught my balls. I screamed out and he laughed. Good boy good. Let it out, let out all those years of wanting sex every day. Let it out boy. He picked up the pace and began whipping me fast and hard till I collapsed forward on my elbows.

Get up he commanded. I moved slowly up till I was back on all fours, getting fucked at high speed, by a giant dildo, my whole body was shaking. He held a glass of water to my lips with a straw and I drank greedily. I was soaked in sweat and really thirsty. He gave me another one and I drunk that too, and I felt better and hornier than I’ve felt in my whole life. I was proud of my ability to take a huge dildo in the ass for a long time. I arched my head back and moaned and moved in time with the machine. Ooh you are good aren’t you Chris. Time to take you over Yenimahalle Escort the edge.

He bent down and slid a sheath over my balls that had a little hook on it. He connected two ball shaped weights to the hook and I felt my balls pulling down. It felt good and painful too. Ooh I like that I said. Good boy and he smacked my ass for good measure. Now the clips. He connected two large nipple clips that clamped hard and flattened my nipples. I let out a big rush of air, as the pain surged through me and down into my super hard cock, stretched out balls and pummelled ass. He put the leather collar on me and connected the nipple clamps to the collar. Now lift your head. I lifted my head and felt the chain pull right on the nipple clamps. Feels good doesn’t it. I nodded eagerly.

He turned up the machine to full and it made a high speed whirring sound as it pumped furiously in and out of my ass. Let it out boy, let it out. Let me hear all those years of sexual frustration come out. I screamed a loud, primal like a wild beast. He patted me on the head, good boy, time for your roasting.

He stood in front of me and hooked his finger under my chin lifting my face up, I saw his thick swollen cock in front of my face. Now don’t forget, look into my eyes the whole time or you’ll get smacked and hard. I looked up arching my head and felt the chains tighten and the nipple clamps pulling hard. He slowly circled around my lips with his throbbing cock head and I licked the sweet pre cum off of his cock, drinking deeply and staring into those eyes that burned into me and could make me do anything he wanted.

He grabbed my hair and thrust his swollen shaft slowly into my mouth. I licked his shaft as it slid by my tongue and opened as wide as I could. He held his cock in my throat and bored into my eyes with lustful intent as the machine behind me fucked me mercilessly, a huge dildo pounding my rock hard ass, my tight butt cheeks clenching in and out in rhythm and my nympho ass craving more and more and more. He grabbed my hair with both hands and reminded me. Don’t look away Chris or you’ll get one.

He started pumping in and out of my mouth. I found it hard to keep my head up. My neck was straining, my ass was spread wide open and my cock was on fire, balls heavy with cum and the weights pulling them down. My nipples stung and burned and every time I lifted my head, the chains yanked even harder, sending stinging sensations through my head and body. I was floating, delirious, almost out of body and without thinking my head dipped. Whack, he smacked me hard in the face and I jerked my head up so hard a clamp pulled off sending waves of fire through my nipple.

He grabbed my hair hard and pumped furiously in and out of my aching mouth, finally blasting a thick load into my mouth. He held my mouth firm against his hairy groin. Shaking and grinding his hips into my jaw as he unloaded completely into me. I swallowed every drop and looked into his eyes, licking my lips as his cock popped out of my used mouth.

He came around me reached under and his started jacking my cock fast and hard. I leaned my head back, and roared loudly as I blasted cum all over the floor and my hands. It blasted everywhere. I think it was the biggest orgasm I ever had.

He held me up around the waist and kissed the back of my neck. You’re amazing Chris. He reached back and shut down the machine. I felt it slowing to a crawl and finally felt my ass again, full and warm. He pulled the dildo out slowly and I gasped with pleasure st the beautiful feeling in my ass. I felt so hot.

My turn he said, as he came around behind me and stuck four fingers in at once into my hole. I pushed back hard against his meaty hand and ground my ass into him as he drove his hand into me.

You’re ready to be fucked aren’t you. I nodded vigorously. He came up behind me and grabbed both of my chiseled hips and plunged hard right into my hole.

My head pulled back as I felt his manhood fill me. The clamp pulled again on my nipples and he reached under me and pulled hard on the chain making me cry out. Yes you little slut, let me hear you beg for my cock. Fuck me Jim I cried out, fill my slutty ass with cum. He leaned on me his hairy belly rubbing against my back, pumping his hips hard against my ass, his big fat balls smacking against my marbled legs, he blew a huge load deep into my driving his cock right up to the hilt. He held me there shaking and grunting as he filled my completely with every last drop.

Finally he fell back sitting on the floor and I collapsed down too. He slid up beside me and took off the ball sheath and clips. He lifted me up and carried me to his bed. Without speaking he laid me on my back and pushed my legs up and told me to hold them with my knees up. He returned with the glass dildo and without speaking looked me in the eyes and corkscrewed the massive dildo into my ass. I arched high into the air and I moaned deeply satisfied and still horny. I could take this all night I thought and still want more. I really was a nympho.

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Cassie had been the one to suggest that they take separate cars back to Maddox’s place. Being an intuitive person, she had seen the longing looks and explorational touches Mark and Maddox had been giving one another. And she thought she had felt Todd’s eyes on her…. She had an inkling about why Todd might be gazing at her, and smiled a little to herself. The logical thing to do, then, had been to suggest the obvious plan. “Why don’t you two boys go back and pack what needs to be packed, and I’ll get to know Todd a little better so I won’t be a third wheel?.” She’d turned to Todd and grinned. “I’ll let you drive my Charger a bit, if ya want?”

Todd hadn’t needed further encouragement. Eager to drive the pretty girl’s very hot car, he turned to Maddox with an unmistakable puppy-dog- eyes expression..

“Sounds good to me. I could use the help.” Maddox ticked off a list of things out loud, half to Mark and half to himself, that needed to happen before he could make the trip home. There were a lot of items on the list, and he hoped he could get them all done in time to be with Mark, before they’d all have to pile into the SUV and begin the trip to his parents’ house.

~*~*~*~

Mark’s feet tapped nervously as Maddox drove. He gazed unseeing out the window; questions about what would happen when they got back to the apartment ran repeatedly through his brain. He knew what he wanted … needed, even. He fervently hoped Maddox would welcome him into his arms, and even better, his bed. But he didn’t have high expectations for either outcome. His heart struggled to beat in his chest as if he was hanging over the edge of a rollercoaster speeding along a steep downward slope.

After what seemed like an eternity, the two former lovers pulled up at the familiar apartment.

Mark glanced over at Maddox … and all of his worry faded. He let out a whoosh of breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding,. grinning at Maddox. “You look about as worried as I feel,” and reached over to lace his fingers reassuringly with Maddox’s. He massaged the cold digits, bringing life back into them. “Your hands are freezing,.” he purred. Something just felt right about taking care of the larger male. His man. He leaned over and grazed his warm lips across the tips of Maddox’s fingers, then kissed each digit. “I was afraid you wouldn’t take me back.” Mark confessed quietly, leaning back a little as he spoke. He hadn’t dared to look into the eyes of his lover while confessing his darkest fear. He knew he needed to tell Maddox about Noah, but right now was a time for healing wounds, not ripping the stitching out of healing ones.

Maddox had been instantly stilled by Mark’s warm lips. He hadn’t noticed how cold his fingers had become until Mark’s warm mouth had enveloped them. He sighed a little, relieved that this was just as difficult for Mark as it was for him. “I was afraid you wouldn’t come back,” he reciprocated in confession, wiggling his fingers and feeling the new warmth. His thoughts shifted to his glove box. Tucked deep within it was something he had been wanting to give Mark for a long time. Looks like

I’ll have to wait a little longer to give him the papers….Maddox’s hand was being tugged rather insistently by his lover.

“Come on babe. It’s cold out here. Let’s go get you packed; and if we are lucky, Cassie will keep your friend busy long enough for me to show you just how much I missed you.” He looked suggestively between Maddox’s legs, knowing his words were sending heat all over his lover’s body just as his lips and breath had warmed Maddox’s fingers.

Leaping out of the car as if it suddenly contained a rabid dog, Maddox grinned. “We should have enough time.”

Mark couldn’t help but laugh at his lover’s sudden hurried enthusiasm. “Missed me that much, baby?” He teased giving Maddox’s nose a light tap.

“Of course, and for reasons other than sex,.” Maddox retorted a little defensively.

“I know, but you could have used your hand to ease some of the … tension.” His gaze and his hand moved down along the front of Maddox’s tented jeans.

“I couldn’t. I missed you too much and it just didn’t feel right.”

Mark’s smiling lips were pressed against Maddox’s, a bubble of laughter forming “I’m sorry baby. Let me get you inside and make it all better.”

The door knob twisted in his hand;, his predictable lover had left it unlocked, and the pair stumbled through.

They stood in the foyer with the door closed; Mark locked it behind them, and then moved close.

Maddox felt Mark’s hands slide up his chest. “I got tested,” he whispered, wanting those hands to never move, and to move everywhere, at the same time.

His hands wandering down over his lover’s sculpted body, Mark lowered himself to his knees, then looked up with bright eyes, and smiled. “I’m guessing you are clean.” He unbuckled Maddox’s pants and slid them down his thighs. His breathing picked up, the body in view that he had so desperately missed.

He Demetevler Escort watched as Maddox nodded and then inhaled sharply as Mark’s mouth suddenly engulfed his cock.

Licking the sensitive head, Mark pulled off just long enough to say, “Good, I can’t wait to be inside of you,.” then swallowed the big cock again.

Gripping Mark’s shoulders, Maddox lurched forward. It had been a long time, and he wasn’t sure he would last long. “I want you Mark,” he whispered, then groaned with the effort of holding himself back.

Mark licked the sensitive underside before tonguing the slit. “Not right now baby, I want that to be special.” He bobbed on Maddox’s thick length, his only goal to make his lover feel good. He wanted to feel that closeness again. He swallowed against Maddox’s shaft and bobbed, slurping unapologetically as he deep-throated his man.

The sensations Mark was causing, left Maddox without words. His body quivered, feeling that powerful tongue press and lick and swirl all around him.

It had been too long since Mark had been with his lover, and he missed every inch of him,. his scent, his taste, the texture and feel of his skin … everything about Maddox was perfect. As much as he wanted this to take hours, he knew their time alone right now was limited, and so he made it his singular goal to make Maddox feel good. They’d have time to make up for the loss, later.

Pulling out every trick he knew, Mark soon had Maddox almost screaming in pleasure. He looked up mischievously into his lover’s unfocused blue eyes. It was so to see the look of pure lust- soaked intoxication overtake his face and force his jaw to slacken, his eye brows knit together in deep concentration while blood colored his cheeks as he erupted in Mark’s mouth.

Mark had never enjoyed the taste of cum but this time he swallowed full mouthfuls, realizing Maddox really had held out for him.

After a series of small after shocks Maddox finally came back down to earth. He hadn’t realized how hard he’d been biting his lip or how his hands had all but embedded themselves while gripping, vice-like, Mark’s shoulder blades. He flushed again at the sudden realization of the completely vulnerable position in which he had allowed himself to be placed; yet he trusted Mark not to hurt him.

“You really needed that,” Marked teased, giving Maddox’s softening member a final kiss before tucking it away again. He stood up and leaned in close, helping Maddox with his belt. Maddox’s hands eagerly sought out Mark’s aching member. “Not yet, I want to wait. I wanted this to be just about you.” He closed his eyes and adjusted himself, suspecting that later on he would likely regret denying himself a release. He felt movement and opened his eyes to see his big man kneeling down in front of him.

“That’s not fair, I want to. I missed this just as much.” Maddox rubbed his nose and chin up along Mark’s zipper line, then gazed up imploringly.

“Later love, I promise you we will have time later.” Mark stifled a deep groan, as he stepped back. As Maddox reluctantly stood back up, Mark gave his lover’s rump a love pat, “Come on, let’s get you packed so I can meet the family,” and then tried to hide a reflexive shudder at the thought. For one thing, meeting the family was a big step in their relationship. And for another, he didn’t have a good track record with regard to family dynamics.

~*~*~*~

Mark watched the trees, and fences go by his window. Every one they passed meant they were that much closer to their destination, and caused his fists to tighten just a bit more, his breathing to quicken and heart to pump louder, threatening to plummet into his stomach and be consumed by its energetic churning.

He had never been the family type, certainly not after experiencing the tragedy of his own family and how it had turned against him. He was therefore dreading this meeting now. Maddox seemed so sure that his family would be fine with meeting Mark, and furthermore that being near Maddox’s pregnant, and probably disgruntled, ex-wife, would be fine. Visions of horrible scenarios popped easily into his head.

Take the scenario in which Maddox’s parents slammed the door in their faces, disowned their son, and tried to rip them apart….

But when any of the horrible visions began feeling so real to him that he thought he might as well jump out of the car now and save Maddox the trouble, Maddox seemed to sense Mark’s turmoil. At that moment, he would reach over and give Mark’s hand a comforting squeeze. That reassuring tie to reality: it was as if Maddox knew when he needed it most.

The comforting squeeze made Mark smile. Maddox had grown so much since their first night together. He had gotten stronger, more comfortable with himself. Mark kissed his fingertips, silently praising him for his progress, strength, and conviction to persevere. He had to get back to that himself. Even if the worst happened, Otele gelen escort Mark would still have his lover, of that he felt sure. They would get through it together.

“Almost there.”

Hearing this, Mark’s heart sank. All the peptalking he had done moments ago seemed for naught. His skin grew clammy and his stomach churned all over again, as the gravel of Maddox’s parents’ driveway crunched under the tires.

The driveway took a curve under an archway of trees, and a picturesque brick house came into view. Two fat chestnut ponies munched grass in the front yard, and picked their heads up as if to determine whether or not the noise makers were a threat, or were only mildly interesting. Did the newcomers have any sweet juicy apples…? Mark distracted himself for the briefest of moments, as he looked at them and smiled to himself, deciphering their alert, doe-eyed expressions. Turning to gaze back at the house and then at Maddox, though, the churning sensation returned full-force.

“Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, we could just say we are friends or something. You don’t have to come out; not now, not on a holiday, anyway….”

They’d parked the car off to the side of the driveway. Less than a minute later, they heard rather than saw Cassie and Todd drive up and park nearby.

Maddox turned to Mark and shook his head, then tilted Mark’s face toward his own. He wanted Mark to see the sincerity in his eyes, to know how calm and sure he felt. “It will be fine. I promise.” He pressed his lips to Mark’s, effectively silencing any further objections. “Promise,” he repeated.

Mark sighed, and nodded. Maybe Maddox knew better. Maybe he had been one of those lucky enough to grow up in an accepting family, that would be okay with what his own had not been. His family had claimed, in disgust and outrage, that his sexual orientation was an everlasting sin, and a stain on the family name. But then again, if Mark thought back far enough, he could remember a time long ago when he too had thought one’s parents would always love their children. Mark had learned, through terrible experience, the unlikelihood of one’s parents’ unconditional love. He hadn’t ever known parents to be okay with their own children being gay. It was different, when it was your own child.

Mark wanted to just stay in the car, or run. But then if I don’t stand beside my man at this terrible time, no one will.

Maddox deserves a hand to hold, and a boulder to lean on. He swallowed his fears and opened the car door. The sound of gravel under his feet felt disconnected amid the ringing in his ears. He felt a heavy hand clap him on his shoulder, and his body jolted as if the hand had carried a high voltage electrical charge.

“Trust me, Ma will love you.” Todd smiled reassuringly at Mark. “The only one who didn’t know Madd was in the closet, was him. That’s why we all knew Trissta was a bad idea.”

Mark nodded, feeling like a puppet on a string. “It’ll be fine.” He repeated this over and over again under his breath, so much so that his walking rhythm mimicked the rhythm of the words in his head. Both rhythms stopped suddenly, and for one awful moment all was silent.

With one hand, Maddox opened the door and with the other he gripped Mark’s hand and pulled him inside.

Cassie and Todd followed behind. Once they had all stepped inside Todd closed the door, at which time they all were instantly assaulted by the heavy scent of cinnamon and cloves.

“Ma?” Maddox called. “We’re home!” He felt Mark grip his hand a bit more tightly.

A small women came around the corner, her long raven hair swept up off of her neck with a butterfly clip. She wore a Starbucks apron that was covered in flour, and her high cheek bones seemed to wear even more flour. If she wore makeup, it was hard to tell. She wrapped her arm around Maddox’s waist. “My baby! And this must be Mark.”

She hugged him, and Mark felt himself begin to relax. “Too skinny, Maddox you need to be feeding this boy,” she chided. Still sparkling with energy and welcome, she moved her hugging to Todd. “And who is this lovely lady?” She asked, hugging Cassie and kissing her cheek.

“Hi ma’am, I’m Cassie.”

“Please, call me Rachel.” She waved them all toward the room from which she had flown. “Come, sit in the kitchen and fill me in on everything.”

Cassie and Todd followed Rachel into the kitchen.

Mark looked at his lover. “You told her already?” He asked, somewhat baffled.

Maddox nodded. “I was hoping we would work something out. Besides, if I hadn’t Trissta would have.” He shrugged. “They’re getting along better now that we aren’t together. Triss is a different person actually. She is talking about staying in town.” He knew he was babbling. All he wanted was never to lose Mark again; but he needed to talk to Mark about the baby.. If Trissta wanted to share custody, it was in the baby’s best interest Balgat Escort to do so, and it also meant he needed Mark’s approval. He knew he was asking a lot of Mark. They needed to have a long talk, about a lot of things. But … right now was a time for healing wounds, not ripping the stitching out of healing ones. The words suddenly formed in Maddox’s head, and he nodded inwardly, as he stood watching his love, waiting for some kind of sign from Mark that he was bearing up well with everything, so far.

The air Mark had been holding in, finally left him with a ‘whoosh’ and he leaned against Maddox. Regardless of Trissta ‘s presence, he had the guy, and his family seemed to be accepting. This really seemed like it might be okay. He nodded, briefly giving Maddox a rare smile, and together they walked into the kitchen. They stood in the large room and watched Rachel and a slender blonde making pie crusts.

Hearing their footsteps, the blonde turned around and eyed Mark coldly. She watched him somewhat calculatingly for a moment, before, her face finally warmed with a smile as she spoke. “So you are my replacement, huh?” She extended a slender hand. “Trissta.”

Encasing the petite hand in his own, Mark felt like he had just survived being buried alive. Yet another breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding whooshed out of him, like it was the first breath of air he had taken in years. This was a family, albeit an oddly structured one. “Sorry,” he replied. “I’m Mark.”

Trissta shook her head. “Don’t be, everything is good now. I was upset at first but I’m happier now. I know it wasn’t something that was wrong with me.”

“Oh, there is something wrong with you alright.” Todd grumbled taking an apple off of the pile and biting into it.

Cassie swatted at him.

“You would know for how often you check me out,” Triss griped at him, only half-teasing, then turned back to finish her pie crust.

“Guys, get along please. We have guests,” Rachel scolded.

“And so I’m not a guest anymore?” Todd mock- pouted.

“No, I’m pretty sure the day you started calling me Ma, like you were one of my own, you stopped being a guest.”

The back door opened and a short man walked through, his hands covered in dirt. “When did you boys get here?” He kissed Rachel on the cheek and went to the sink to wash his hands. He turned his head to look their way as he washed, “I’m assuming the young man is Mark, and Todd who did you bring?”

“Cassie, sir.”

“Please call me Dean.” He smiled as he moved out of the room toward the stairway. “I will be right down, I just need to shower.”

“Maddox, why don’t you show Mark to his room? And Todd, you and Cassie can sleep in the tree room….”

Todd flushed. “I’ll sleep in the basement if it’s alright.”

Rachel turned around wide-eyed, giving Cassie an apologetic look. “Oh god, dear, I’m so sorry; I thought…”

Cassie, true to her good- hearted nature, just chuckled. “It’s fine, honest I’d have thought the same thing. I’m a friend of Mark’s. Here just in case you guys turned out to be homophobic.”

Rachel smirked.

An odd expression, considering what had been said, Mark thought.

“Love is love,” Rachel continued. “I wouldn’t dream of forcing anyone to be with someone just because of what organs they had.” She waved her hands and turned to finish the pies. “Anyway. Go clean up, and we will have dinner. Nothing fancy, since I’ll be cooking all day tomorrow.”

~*~*~*~

Maddox’s fingers laced with Mark’s, conscious of Mark’s gaze, his hips. Maddox swayed a little extra as they walked up the stairs together.

Mark felt guilty, but after the time apart he wanted to be all over his lover, to have as much skin on skin as he could possibly get, as soon as possible. He’d focused on Maddox and his maddeningly swaying hips all the way upstairs, so hadn’t noticed anything about the house or what room they had entered, until after he’d heard the door shut behind them. “Your parents don’t mind that we sleep in the same room?” He’d asked, feeling like a young kid in a bedroom where a parent would soon come in, screaming at their transgressions. It felt doubly strange, since the only other one like this that he had ever been in before, had been Noah’s room.

“I’m an adult and we care about each other. As long as I’m not treating their house like a cheap motel they don’t care.”

Mark sat on the bed, sinking into the bronze down comforter. He looked at the walls, and then his eyes came to rest on his lover, who sat in a desk chair, watching him. It was amazing how far they had come. He had been so afraid that their relationship wouldn’t survive the turmoil. He finally felt safe, and his eyes brimmed with tears.

“What’s wrong?”

Mark felt himself being tugged up into a strong embrace against Maddox’s chest, and he buried his face into the safe smell, resting his forehead in the crook of his lover’s neck. “Nothing, I’m just … happy.” Mark fought back more tears, promising himself that he wouldn’t continue to cry. “You have a real family. I didn’t think … I … it would be so easy.”

Maddox was reminded that Mark had never talked about his family. He wondered what had happened to make him think so darkly of families.

“I’m glad it was easy. I didn’t want you being with me to be difficult for you.”

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My wife was gone. I had come home to an empty house. The only thing left was the bed that she and I had shared for the last ten years. She had run off with a Wall Street banker and was on her way to Paris to live. That was not a surprise I had known about them for over a year, but they had been at it for well over three. I was pleased to find out she had left my bank accounts alone, sparse as they might have been, she had at least left me that…and my old, crappy Nova, which was on its last legs and about to die.

The refrigerator was empty save a six pack of beer, with a note. “Tired of the struggle, I’m done. Enjoy the beer. Bye”

That was so typical, frosty and frigid to the last, with me anyway. The few times I’d caught them together, she had been, most definitely, ‘not’ frigid. The first time had been when I had been forced to walk home because my crappy old car broke down on my way to a seminar. My phone was broken, so I couldn’t call, having smashed it against the hood of my car. So I walked nearly an hour to my house, found a strange car in my space, lights out and muffled giggle followed by “God your cock feels so nice”. I heard it coming from the back of the house so I went through the gate and moved around to where I could spy the deck.

As I rounded the corner of the house I noted the lights on the deck were off but there was enough light to see the two of them together. He, I never knew his name, was lying on the chase lounge with his jeans around his ankles. My wife was wearing a button down shirt and nothing else straddling his pelvis and sliding down onto his cock. I watched as she settled down onto him and ground her pelvis hard against his. “F-f-fuck I do love your cock” she moaned and kissed him. I stood there, stunned, leaning against the wall as she rode him for the next 30 minutes during which she came 3 or 4 times before he unloaded his cum deep inside her pussy.

I was supposed to be gone for several days. So I went to a hotel and spent the night, got my car fixed and went to my seminar as I was supposed to. I caught them again in our bedroom, the same way, I was under the deck and she left the window open so I could hear them going at it pretty hard with her voice crying out ‘Fuck me…harder…harder…Yes…like that… fuck me, fuck me!!” I could also here their skin slapping together as he gave it to her hard. Followed by one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever heard from her. That had been a month before I came home to an empty house.

Well, I stood in the living room, not quite gut kicked, but close. I sold the car and bought an old Toyota beater truck with only 50k miles on it. It was the best purchase I had made in years easy to drive, durable and it would start and actually run. I bought some furniture, a couch, a nice TV and a decent refrigerator and settled into a comfortable routine. I had no interest in finding someone to fill the gap left by her departure. I needed to find myself and be at peace with ‘me, myself and I’ before I even considered such a thing, to be honest living alone was so much easier than trying to appease an unappeasable woman.

Months went by and I began feeling whole again. One night changed my world changed in ways I could have never imagined.

It was about 1.a.m. and I was awakened by police sirens and flashing lights as they tore down my drive way skidding to a stop in front of my house. I was in a robe, naked underneath it as I answered the door when it was broken down by the police who then slammed me to the floor and cuffed me and brought me to the car. Every time I went to open my mouth I was jabbed in the ribs with the knight stick and told to shut the fuck up. I was taken to jail and thrown into a cell and left alone for the next 12 hours. I had no idea what had happened and knew this had to be some kind of mistake…it was, big time.

The address they had was the next door down which was reported to be a meth-lab. The screw up was such that the guilty party saw my house get raided, broke down his lab as they were hauling me to jail and vacated the state to his facility in the mountains of Nevada.

I was awarded a two million dollar ‘apology’ by the state and they repaired the damage to my house. It was on the condition that I did not speak to reporters about the incident, I agreed. After everything settled down I fell into a quiet routine.

Two weeks later I was enjoying a quiet Saturday sipping wine and letting my new found wealth sink in. A knock at my door brought me out of my thoughts and I went to answer the door. There was a policeman in uniform at my door and I stepped back in apprehension…I would be uneasy around police for a while.

The officer smiled at my reaction “Er…I’m sorry to startle you, sir, but, um…I wanted to come by and personally apologize to you for the night we came into your house. I, um…I was the one who used the knight stick on you. I’m sorry for hurting you.’ He held out his hand and Çankaya Escort we shook ‘my name is Matt. Besides making an apology, which I will admit is less than adequate, I wanted to talk to you about something, er…something personal and not police related.”

I nodded and invited him in. “Are you still on duty?” I asked. He smiled and replied that he was off duty and on his way home from his shift. “Can I offer you a vino?”

He smiled pleasantly “That would be nice” he said. It was then I noted that he was in good shape with shoulders that were too big for his body and hips too small for the upper torso. Handing him his wine he took a seat and I sat back down on my couch and slugged down my wine refilling the glass. Having the cop that had cuffed me and bruised my ribs sitting on my couch was a tad unnerving but there was a part of me that was also turned on. Dismissing the tingle in my jeans I nodded my head for him to state his business.

It was then that he blushed red, turned away, gulped and then began to speak. “Well, the night we took you in, we went through your house…and…well…your lap top…and…um…well I noticed you had posted a profile on a gay dating site we share.” At this I paled and nearly dropped my glass in my lap. Noticing my reaction he quickly stated “I didn’t let anyone else see it. I closed out the computer and put it up, but not until I read your profile. We seem to be a match.” He said.

I swallowed my glass of wine and poured another, he did the same. I poured him another glass and we both slugged down our wine and then another in quick succession. When the bottle was gone I got another bottle and we smiled nervously and laughed then had another. Matt continued “Well, I went home after that shift and looked over your profile again and sent you a message. Only you didn’t respond, so I thought, maybe you were angry. But the more I looked at your profile, the more I wanted to at least get to know you and, well…see if we could…well…” he tapered off.

I looked at him smiled and said “I haven’t been on that site since then. It’s been a bit busy, as you might well imagine. So I haven’t seen your message’ swallowing I continued ‘What was it about my profile you liked?”

He smiled and leaned back sipping his wine “Well, first I noticed you were a dedicated bottom and that you would love to suck cock, get fucked bareback and take cum deep. The idea that you want to suck cock and swallow cum got my attention. It also caught my attention that you would ‘cleanse’ yourself before anything happened back there.’ He smiled and said ‘that kind of turned me on about you’ He swallowed his glass of wine and automatically poured himself another ‘that and…well…I got a good look at your…uhm…body…when we had you on the ground and I liked what I saw.’ He leaned forward this time with a serious look on his face ‘I would love to fill your ass with my cum.” He finished his statement by swallowing the whole glass of wine down.

I followed suit and poured us each another glass. His hand touched my knee and moved up my thigh mostly to gauge my response and then whispered “You also said that you wanted the person to be, well…to be hung, to use your term’ leaning in he whispered ‘I happen to be exactly what you are looking for. I am a dedicated top, I love to fuck bareback…I love having my cock sucked…and I happen to be nicely endowed in that department…and I do keep myself ‘trimmed, or shaved down there. One other thing’ he sat back this time and looked at me, I think you are fucking hot…and I would love to see your mouth on my cock’ he smiled ‘and have my cock balls deep inside your ass…fucking you.” It was clear the wine we had consumed had eased tensions and inhibitions between us. He smiled “I also noticed you aren’t much into kissing, me neither, but in time, if things work out, I might like to.”

I sat stunned in my seat, nursing my wine. “S-s-s-ooo, uhm…what happens now?”

Matt, leaned back “Well, you know my intentions. I can’t be any more plain. I would love to introduce you to gay sex. I have to return the squad car. If you want me to I can come right back and we can talk about it and see where this goes. The city garage is a few miles down the road and I shouldn’t be more than 30 minutes. That will give you time to let what I said sink in.

Getting up from the couch I stood with him, a strange ache surfacing at his leaving. He walked up behind me as I was seeing him to the door and wrapped his arm around my chest then pressed his hardening cock to my ass whispering “As you let what I said ‘sink in’, just imagine what my cock will feel like as I ‘sink in’…to you”. He pressed his cock hard against me and then opened the door and left turning around he smiled and said “I have the next three days off, so, if something does happen, we can take our time; that is if you want me to come back.” I simply Keçiören Escort nodded unable to form the words ‘Please don’t go’ and slammed my glass of wine down. He smiled and left his card.

The card read Lt. Matthew Dillan with his office number and his cell. I went to the window and watched his car pull away. There was a kind of warmth I felt as he left and a hope that he would come back. My cell phone buzzed with a text message. I knew it was Matt before I even looked at it. His car was still in my drive at the far end with his brake lights on.

“I feel good about you. I’ll be back in 30 minutes. I won’t pressure you, but…if you cleanse while I am gone…just in case…tonight might end up being the apology I owe you.”

My heart skipped with excitement. And my phone buzzed again.

“I hope that was not too forward”

I smiled as my heart skipped then replied “I would like to get to know you better, Matt…very much. I will do as you ask, ‘cleanse’, provided you are patient with me in the event we ‘connect’. That said I am on the verge of begging you to stay…so hurry back…please. ;)”

In the distance I saw the brake lights flip off and the dust from his wheels spinning obscuring his car as his engine roared down the road.

I will spare you the details of what transpired over the next 20 minutes, as that is not something you need to read about. I was finishing up when he texted again.

“On my way back; do we need more wine? We went through a couple bottles in our earlier…discussion”

My heart was beating mightily now.

“Wouldn’t hurt, I’m down to two or three bottles and I think we may want to have a reserve as our evening may last quite late. Chardonnay or Pinot Grigio would be nice. Oh..BTW I have just finished cleansing.”

I then added.

“Is it weird that I am both excited and nervous?”

It was a bit before he replied

“No. It is clear you are curious. Personally I think it was fate that we raided your house and that I found your computer. But we can talk about that when I get back, okay? Be there soon.”

I walked around the house, nervous as you might imagine and curiously excited. Was I going to, finally, at long last understand what it felt to have a man fuck me? Yes, I was curious, but I had not truly believed I would ever know what it was like, to share this with anyone, much less the cop who had not only arrested me, but the one who had used his knight stick on me.

At least he wasn’t some troll, who just happened to find my date site account open. Since I lived alone there was no need to keep that stuff secret anymore. My wife was always looking for evidence of my fucking around, which she never found, because I had never done it. I might have had I been given the chance, but it never presented.

Now I was not bad to look at. I kept my hair in a ponytail, wore jeans and canvas shirts to be comfortable. I was about 5’6″ tall, lean with muscles where I needed them, so I was no troll either.

My thoughts were interrupted by the rumble of a truck pulling into my driveway. Matt pulled his truck right up to my porch and turned off his engine. His uniform was gone and he wore jeans, hiking boots and a nice flannel shirt with red and white checkers. He carried three bottles of wine as he hopped out of the truck. 6′ of this well-muscled stud walked up to me, smiled and said “Let’s go inside and…talk.” It was getting cooler so I had started a fire to take the chill out of the air of my house. It was a small two bedroom place with a 20 acre lot of secluded, wooded acreage that allowed me privacy. My basement was finished, insulated and carpeted with a nice big King sized bed against the far wall which I used as a guest room. There was also a wood stove to keep it warm. But as it happened Matt took up a place on the couch opposite fire place in my living room. I put the wine in the fridge and poured us each a glass from an already chilled bottle.

I handed Matt a glass and took up my place on the couch, not right next to him, but so I could turn and look at him while talking. We sat for a bit looking at the fire each of us gathering our thoughts. Matt was far more comfortable with the situation as he was obviously gay and had been with men before. I looked at him when about half my glass was gone and asked “Have you ever, well, been with a novice?”

Matt did not look at me, but smiled and looked into the fire. “Yes, but that was a long time ago, and, it didn’t go as smoothly as it could have. It was fun, don’t get me wrong, but it was the first time for the both of us. Since then I have not been with any ‘novices’ as you termed it.” He shrugged, sighed and sipped his wine then continued. “Before I was transferred here, to this small town I had a regular ‘thing’ with a few guys I knew. The city is easy to keep things private. Most were also cops so we kept it quiet and Etimesgut Escort in our group. But when we had to down size the department due to budget cuts I was sent here. So my being sent here, to your door, was a lucky break for me. Good thing I was the one assigned to look into your laptop and not one of the others. That might have proven awkward, especially in this town.”

I was relaxing more in his company. “When did you look at my lap top? Before or after you cuffed me?”

He shrugged, grimaced a little. “I looked at it after I put you in my car. After that I was a bit easier on you, though I still thought you were guilty of running a meth lab.” He shook his head and continued. “When it was made clear that we raided the wrong house, I was elated because I wasn’t keen on dating a meth head, even one with a perfectly fuckable ass.”

Remembering that night was not fun “How long did it take before you realized you had the wrong house?”

He sat forward and looked at me then said “It was a few hours. Actually we knew we had the wrong house almost before we took you in, only we had to do an investigation for the sake of being thorough. There was also the knowledge that we had busted down the door of the wrong house, arrested the wrong guy, allowing the guilty party to get away. We later learned that the party in question had an insider working dispatch who then relayed the wrong address to the squad cars which alerted the culprit of the raid giving him time to get away. We later arrested the insider, a distant cousin it turns out.”

I sat up “But I was left in the cell for 12 hours. Why wasn’t I released sooner?”

Matt looked at me and nodded in understanding “Procedure. We have to jump through hoops to undo a fuck up like that, and avoid embarrassing press. The mayor is scared to death of developing a bad image.”

Sitting back “I guess I can understand that. I can’t complain about the settlement.”

Matt turned to look at me, leaned back and asked “Did you look at my message?” He was trying to change the subject away from his arresting me fearing that if we kept on that tach his plans for the evening would be dashed. Shaking my head to indicated that I hadn’t he then pulled out his phone and pulled up his account and pulled it up for me to see.

“Hi, I’m Matthew. I’m afraid that I am the police officer who arrested you. I would like to make a personal apology, and looking at your profile, it would seem we are a match. I am hoping to hear back from you, so we could talk about it. Below is a picture of me. If you want to see more ask and I’ll send them. I would like to make it up to you by getting to know you better and by making a more personal apology.”

The picture below was his wearing a white shirt and jeans and his hiking boots. I handed him the phone back. I smiled “I didn’t get back on because, well, you said you were coming back. That and I was busy doing what you requested.” I said.

Matt gave me a blank look before it dawned on him what he meant and smiled. “Well, at least I know that you are somewhat interested in seeing things progress.” He said smiling. Outside the cool weather turned wet as rain began to fall. Mixed with the crackle of the fire were hisses from the odd rain drop that fell down the chimney. Far off in the distance a flash of lightning hit followed by a rumbling boom. The storm rolled in closer and closer until there was a crashing violent ‘BOOM’ in the near off distance just before the lights went off.

Getting up we both looked outside to see if any trees had fallen. Nothing was amiss outside so we both walked back to the living room and took up our glasses and sat back down. The fire provided most of the light, with the occasional flash from lightning outside and the rumble and boom of the storm. Matt smiled and said “I love a good storm. It sets a nice mood, at least for me. I’ve always have,’ he paused looked at Rick saying ‘especially if I have good company.”

I wasn’t sure why I felt so free all of a sudden but I leaned back and asked “So Mr. Dillon…what do we do now? I’ve never done this before. Granted I’ve been curious for a very long time, I’ve never actually been with a man before.” I said.

Matt nodded his head “I know, I’ve read your profile.’ He paused looking at me then back to the fire ‘Well, let’s just see where things go.” As he said this he stood and pulled me up. Whipping me around he pulled my back to his front and pressed his hardened self against me. He unbuttoned my jeans and helped me to lose them while I reached behind me and undid his jeans. Soon we were both naked below the waist and I felt the heat of his cock rubbing against my lower back and ass. We stood like this for a while as I felt his hot, rigid warmth press against my ass. I in turn moved my ass against him and we swayed side to side getting used to each other.

Hands slid to my side and down to my hips where he grasped onto my pelvic bones and pulled my hips hard against his hot, hardened cock whispering “When I fuck you, I will be gripping you like this and driving my cock into you.” At this I pressed my ass against him in a show of approval. A flash of lightning lit the room and the thunder shook the earth as we made our own electricity. “Let’s sit down” and we both sat on the couch.

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Lips circled my floating cock, an introducing to getting head underwater. Creating an irresistible sensation, discovering something truly new. The feeling of a stranger’s mouth going down my bare lengthening shaft was overwhelmingly sensual, forcing moans of pleasure. The very idea of oral sex like this had never occurred to me, adding to the delight getting sucked so openly without a condom. My normal caution has been weakening over the last few visits, so finally giving in to a willing cock sucker’s desire for my naked rod became part of the thrill.

We’d been making each other sluttier in the whirlpool for a while, kissing, side by side and face to face, rubbing cock to cock. Unusually, I was at the bathhouse around 7pm on a Thursday, after having drank a few beers while working in the yard during the day, and enjoying some organic smoke before arriving.

And just like my very first time here, a skilled stranger knew how to turn me on in a way never experienced before. When I’d first gone downstairs, the tub was full, with the central jet bubbling. I left my towel and bag on a lounge chair under the aquarium, then showered, soaping myself quite explicitly, leaning against the tiled half height divider while playing with my cock and touching my slippery hole.

This was the first indicator of just how horny the beer and smoking had left me. Normally, it takes some proper play with strangers to jack off like this in public, unable to stop touching my slippery cock. Rinsing thoroughly, I walked back to the hot tub, still erect. Not even bothering to walk up the steps, as clearly, there was no space, and no one seemed interested. Even in each other, from what could be seen or surmised.

Discouraged a bit, I picked up my towel from the lounger. Turning to go upstairs, the central water jet stopped – making me stop in turn, and watch a succession of naked men leave the now still whirlpool. Walking to the steps on the other side, I noticed one man had remained.

Before entering the water, I paused, letting him have a view of my extended cock. Sitting comfortably near him, we went quickly from our feet brushing each other to my foot gliding along his thigh to him sliding over. Making it easier for my foot to begin to play with his sack as he started stroking along my inner thigh. We were both jacking off, our touching becoming ever more intimate.

Surprisingly, he moved his head closer, his tongue quickly finding my neck. A low and unstoppable moan let him know just how good it felt, with louder moans following his touching along my shaft. With his hand sliding over mine, I reached out to begin stroking him. My body was responding much more forcefully than usual, and riding the wave was intoxicating – in part, of course, because of the state I already was in.

As we played with each other, I began to kiss his ear. Growing entwined, my left hand playing with a hardening nipple, his hand settled on my head, guiding my mouth inexorably towards his opened lips. Our tongues met, another wave of passion rising. Probing and tasting and gliding in slippery warmth, our desires reinforcing each other. The water made it easy to shift, my cock rubbing against his thigh as he spread his legs wide.

Our mouths remained merged as my hand brought our cocks together, my tongue driving deep. The whirlpool is my compromise in terms of indulging in bare cock sex, and till now, it has been a very good one. I cannot resist the temptation to go cock to cock with a horny stranger – condoms do add an extra level to sex, an interval or distance that is not always desirable.

The water jet restarting was a very minor distraction. Both of his hands reached for my nipples, tweaking them as our shafts slid against each other. By now, I was completely immersed in a sexual haze, as was he, of the sort found all too easily at the baths. A truth shared by all the longer term visitors, as we both seemed to be, with practiced talent at indulging in public male sex.

At some point, his hand replaced mine as our cocks remained in wonderful contact. His tongue went deep into my wanting mouth again and again, causing me to start to thrust against his cock, my cock head sliding down into his sack. We had become utterly abandoned, without ever getting too near to orgasm.

We shifted positions several times, one spread on the bench as the other floated or knelt between spread legs, or side by side, as the whirlpool cycled modes. Being the evening, the whirlpool was empty, with just a couple of short term visitors appearing over what was likely a fair stretch. At least one of whom I tried to get him involved, my stretched foot sliding along his leg, but he left after a couple of minutes.

Sitting with fully spread legs, kissing him with unwhetted lust, jacking our joined cocks in pulsing pleasure, the whirlpool fountain cycled to its central jet mode. His face screened mine from the splashing, the waves adding their own forceful motion to our pressed cocks. Intellectually, I knew that a fair amount of time had passed, but Çankaya Escort the intensity made all contact feel endless, exploring mouths playing mutual games in twisting and slippery variations.

The speed of our getting so turned on together had been a delightful surprise, even it as rang the tiniest alarm bell. I have rarely visited a bathhouse in such a state, and rarely found a such a totally sexy partner. Mixing the two was fantastic, making it easy to shut the ringing down completely.

Our kissing had seemed unbroken, but now, he moved away, his head sinking lower into the again still water. He moved back, his hand gripping my cock. He sank slowly, and until I felt his mouth envelop my cock, had no actual idea of what he had planned to do. My head moved backwards as his tongue slid over my cockhead, a quick swirl of thoughts arising and then leaving, deciding to simply accept what was happening.

An easy decision, naturally, to get sucked by a horny stranger. He went longer and deeper than I’d imagined possible before coming back up to breathe. Still holding my cock, he took a couple of breaths before returning underwater. This time, I watched him take me deep into his mouth, saying things like “oh fuck yeah” and “naked cock sucking,” amused at the dim thought he couldn’t really hear me.

Coming up again, he moved forwards. Bending closer to kiss him, my tongue running over his lips and teeth, my hand holding our cocks together as we merged again, my legs wrapped around him. He went down on me a couple of more times, as the idea of sucking cock grew stronger. A thought impossible to stop as he kept going on me, my sluttiness growing in true bathhouse fashion, beyond any possible control.

After the fifth or sixth time he swallowed my cock, kissing between dives, it became time to return the favor. Giving in to the tempting thought of sucking my first bare cock, in a context where condoms and cum were not relevant. A context that had never been something I’d encountered, and was thus unprepared for. Or possibly too well prepared for, as my horny cock led me on.

He was sitting on the bench when I broke another extended kiss. The bench jets were active, making it easy to stretch my legs out to sink under the water, though the currents made the task of putting his cock in my mouth somewhat challenging. A challenge that ended as soon as my lips felt his cockhead slide past them, my teeth lightly brushing his skin as I took his shaft deeper. My breath seemed to last much longer than possible, wanting nothing but his cock.

The currents also managed to dislodge my glasses, and when they fell off, it was a trivial concern. I surfaced, took a couple of breaths, and went down again, his cock more familiar as I took it deeper. I let the seal of my lips leak, using suction to slowly fill my mouth with salty water before spraying it out as my cheeks contracted. Going down a third time, I found my glasses, and then stuffed his rod back into my willing mouth, my tongue swirling over his cockhead.

Coming up, he pulled me to his mouth, glasses still clutched in my hand. Our kissing remained as erotic as ever, two cocksuckers continuing their oral games. Soon, we were cock to cock, tongues playing. After a delightful interval, we shifted positions, and he went down on me again. This time, my hands ran over his head, lightly caressing his ears before going lower, feeling his lips against my shaft.

At some point, a finger began to press against my ass, causing me to moan loudly while opening my legs. He surfaced, and soon we resumed kissing, my hands played with his nipples. I have rarely been in such a completely sexual state, knowing a boundary had been crossed, without any resistance. And loving every bit of what I discovered on the other side.

Sucking a stranger underwater repeatedly, or being sucked, was something I’d never thought about, even as the reality occurred, as my ability to think had been replaced by purely sexual needs and desires. A rhythm developed, my lips on his, then his lips on my cock, ending with my lips on going down on him. We did this through several water jet cycles, a very relative measure of time.

I also discovered several variations on head in a whirlpool, such as getting sucked at water level, legs supported on his shoulders, watching his mouth bob over my bouncing cock. Or how salty the water was, from all the turned on men soaking in it, my mouth full of its animal taste before starting to go down on him.

He moved to the bench, ass above the water, resting his arms along the tiled top of the tub, knees on the bench. This was the first complete break of contact we’d had, for a far too hard to define period. I’ve had other men offer their ass to me in the jacuzzi, though I’d always remained passively disinterested. And only occasionally needing to make my disinterest more obvious. A condom was an absolute requirement, but though I’ve seen a couple of men ass fuck in the tub, to me, it was simply Keçiören Escort an inappropriate enough place to fuck – or even cum, of course.

Reasonable objections having nothing to do with rimming my first man, a thought that slipped out of its normally secure slot in the list of things to avoid with strangers. A couple of previous objections were easily dealt with, especially after sucking and kissing him for so long. The water and previous fingering were more than sufficient for cleanliness, while the idea of someone seeing me just turned me on. And to be honest, it had been years since the last time my tongue explored someone’s willing ass.

Positioning myself, taking a fondling hand off my rigid length, I spread his cheeks before moving my tongue against his ring, with only a glimpse before tasting it. I’ve been rimmed several times, but this was my first time doing it to a man. It was an intriguingly active role, making him squirm helplessly against my liquid tongue, a role where thoughts of condoms or cumming were irrelevant.

The fact that I’d already sucked him underwater several times just added to the overwhelming conviction that it was the right time to rim him. Kneeling behind a stranger, hands on his ass cheeks, my tongue was intrigued by the incredible softness. My left hand slid down his thigh, and easily found his half erect rod. Rimming tends to have that effect, as the sensations are considerably more enthralling than merely being hard.

The extraordinary softness was entrancing, his hanging cock swinging as he began to move against my face, letting my tongue explore his desires. Unsurprisingly, there was no distinctive taste or smell after so long in the water. It wasn’t difficult to get him hard again, leading us to resume our passionate kissing. With the difference that he was now kissing the man that had sucked and rimmed him.

After a couple more extended make out and jacking sessions, he finally grew a bit less interested in staying in the water.

His first attempt at leaving was half-hearted, making it was simple to draw him back with kisses and caresses, leading to our cocks again sliding against each other. This is one of my favorite games with a turned on partner, prolonging their pleasure at my hands as far as possible. My tongue dominated his as he returned to his earlier passion.

After easily the third time of resuming our kissing and cocksucking, following my first attempt at underwater rimming, he positioned himself on the bench. He made his intentions clear by how he pulled my cock up. Putting my right leg up on the tiled seat made it possible for him to go down on me as I watched, head bent, left hand running along the side of his face and neck.

His hands went to my ass, fingers sliding along the crack, his pulling making it apparent that I should straddle him. Which I did, no longer caring that a camera was showing me getting sucked off by a man, my thrusts becoming deeper. Enjoying the magic of an open whirlpool blow job.

Being at the top of the bench added to a feeling of being in charge, spread hands curled around his head to match the rhythm of my moving hips. The sensations from my uncovered cock were incredible, pumping my shaft into his wanting mouth, taking almost all of my full length. I neared orgasm several times, restrained by the awareness that he might not want to, or could not, swallow all my hot cum. An undoubtedly full load, after so much charged sexual intimacy.

His mouth motion slowed, my cock no longer as demanding. Moving to his side, his mouth withdrew exquisitely slowly. He rose, and left unsteadily, my hand trailing along his ass. I soon followed him up the steps, turning towards the shower area. He kept going towards the stairs as I pressed the backlit shower button, followed by filling my hand with soap.

It took little time to return to stroking my delightfully slippery cock, an enjoyable interlude. With the lazy thought that thorough soaping was better then nothing after enjoying such an extended session of naked oral sex. Though part of me remained amused at the need for justification, returning to an obviously aroused state just aside the streaming water coming from above. As I had discovered on my very first visit, this bathhouse is a truly luxurious place, fully aware of the male desires its patrons indulge in.

The liquid soap is perfect, making me sink into a haze of pleasure. I saw he had paused, and turned to watch. But by that point, I’d already decided to finish showering, my cock still jutting.

He had just started to go back down the pair of steps when the water cut off, making it time to leave the showers, completely rinsed off. I went the other way, drying off next to the steam room entrance as he briefly stepped into the shower area, starting the water. Opening the door after putting away towel and glasses, I saw him toweling off.

The steam room was essentially empty, so after a few minutes in the wet heat, I left.

Upstairs Etimesgut Escort was also essentially empty, though the porn in the theater area was enticing, showing an outdoor pair becoming an uninhibited threesome.

After a couple of solid hits from the bottle of rush, I decided to make a last round before leaving. On the final part of my upstairs circuit, I saw a man laying on his stomach in the middle booth of the row next to the darkroom. Pausing at the top of the spiral staircase, black bag in hand, it was easy to walk back. To see him still laying down in the same position, now taking the time to actually look at details. Including how his hair looked, making me realize that he was the man that had been in the whirlpool.

The decision to enter the booth was easy, putting my towel and bag on the platform as my left hand reached out to stroke along his inner thigh. Hearing him sigh, I closed the door, then removed the poppers from the bag. Shockingly aroused at the thought of how I wouldn’t be needing condoms for anything oral.

He moaned when my hand reached his half hard dick, turning his head upwards as he shifted position. His eyes opened as he reached back to find my cock, my hand already sliding towards his nipple.

We soon moved closer, mouths meeting again, playing with the other’s cock. The quarter hour or so pause changed nothing, soon sinking under each other’s male spell.

Shifting, he lay on his back, head near the left rear corner of the booth. I straddled him, pressing my cock against his, one hand sliding over our joined cocks, the other gliding over his nipple. Soon, his hand circled mine, moving it from his nipple, making it obvious I should move.

Of course, by now, I only needed to follow his directions to be further entranced by his talents. Kneeling over his face, my knees against the corner’s walls, it was impossible to move further. Feeling his tongue exploring my crack, it became clear that this was a perfect position, arms stretching up along each side of the corner as I moved my ass over his face. My cheek was turned against the wall, surrendering to the pleasure. The unyielding surface of the corner made the rimming feel like getting licked at a gloryhole, with its incredible focus of total lust, pressing against an unmoving surface, unable to stop.

My moaning only got louder when his hand began to play with my rod, moving it around, then downwards as I shifted. When his head moved a bit, the sensation of his lips moving along my cockhead was utterly erotic. That total sluts can find each other easily is a reason why bathhouse have always existed, as one of the better places to search. And this time, experiencing it just like I’d always fantasized – without any concerns, far beyond any rational thought.

I reached down, taking up the little brown bottle, hips still moving my cock past his sucking lips. Taking a deep hit, holding it in as long as possible, letting the poppers take control as his tongue slid luxuriously over my cock head. Obviously a man experienced in just how horny men get using poppers, stretching out the pleasure of that first hit, keeping me just underneath the threshhold of cumming, his tongue exploring my slit and underneath the glans before taking me fully into his yielding and well kissed mouth again.

There was a clear awareness that we would keep playing these games for a while, his mouth’s wet motion staying just below the crest of the sexual rush racing into my thrusting cock. A finger began to slide over my welcoming hole, still slippery from his tonguing, and only slowly probing upwards as I gasped for him to do my ass, pressing down as the words passed my lips.

He moved a bit, my cock leaving his mouth as his finger continued to move against my pulsing ass ring, asking for a hit.

Giving him the bottle, my left hand tightened along his shaft as he breathed in and out. Taking the open bottle back, I took another hit before closing the top one handed. My right hand soon found its way to my horny cock, settling my ass against his face, left hand stroking his erection in rhythm.

Finally exhaling, words tumbled out ‘fuck yeah .. lick my ass .. cock sucker .. rim me.’ Moving a bit, wanting ass sliding towards his willing face. His hands began to press against my ass cheeks, his tongue finding my hole easily. The thought that this was the first time I’d sucked and rimmed a stranger just made the sensations more intense.

Slowly, the rush receded, replaced by further temptations as we moved on the platform. Picking up the bottle, I took another deep hit before handing it, with cap, to him. I heard him breathe in several times as my head moved towards his cock, engulfing it, tongue tasting and twisting over his shaft. Hearing him gasp as my lips tightened with suction, soon feeling my own cock beginning to enter his liquid mouth, guided by his knowing fingers.

Effortlessly, starting sixty-nining with a man, finally giving in to the long held temptation, indulging in another first. Quickly discovering just how addictive it was to suck and be sucked, knowing that this was the reality of the late 70s gay sex. A fantasy becoming reality, and in ways I’d never imagined, taking him as deep as possible. Fingers straying over willing assholes, and becoming aware of just how natural being on our sides was for enhancing shared pleasures.

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The two men sat before the fire, drinking brandy and avoiding telling eye contact, as the woman fussed with the baby. The host already knew he had won. The guest’s father sat in the shadows, weak and spent but eyes darting about, seeing and understanding everything. Gazing at the baby lovingly and longingly, the host thought, “Someday.” When the woman took the baby away to settle him for the night, the host looked at her husband, the glass artist, and said, “I believe the garden beckons.”

Being lifted to his feet in front of the garden seat on which the host had been sitting while his guest took the host’s cock in his mouth and gave him suck, the glass artist dutifully stood in submission while the host unbuckled and lowered the guest’s trousers. “The men of this family are so weak,” the host thought, “but so winsome, nourishing, and satisfying.” As the guest straddled the host’s lap and rose and fell on the engorging cock, the host nuzzled his face in the hollow of the other man’s throat, pierced the carotid artery with his sharp fangs, and gently began to feed, matching the rhythm of the suck with the rhythm of the fuck.

* * * *

“Not you, Egon. I’m afraid you must stay behind. We have to discuss your future.”

I would, of course, do what Count Ugo Cortesi told me to do—I was compliant and submissive to him in all things. But I looked longingly at my eleven eighteen-and-nineteen-year old cohorts stumbling down the external wooden staircase of the Palazzo Cortesi inner courtyard as they raced out of the smaller courtyard at the street and trundled up the Calle dei Cortellotti in the Venetian sestriere, or quarter, of Dorsoduro to the Zattera al Ponte Longo pier to board the motor launch. The boat was to take the Alta Academi Cortesi students out to the Lido beach for the day. We had just completed our term at the upper school of Count Cortesi’s charity academy. Today was a free day at the beach; tomorrow night was to be one of the periodic masques Cortesi held in his palazzo, where he both lived and housed the academy he patronized. Venice loved its masques, which dominated half its year, and Count Cortesi’s evenings were special and exclusive.

The next day, those turning twenty in the next few months would be moving out into the world in the positions the count had helped secure for them. I would be turning twenty in seven months but thus far there had been no position identified for me. At the academy each of the young men, under Cortesi’s patronage from an early age, starting in the lower academy, which was housed elsewhere, through the upper school for eighteen and nineteen-year olds, specialized in some reputable and noble profession. Many were training for the arts. I was training to be a novelist. Therefore, I would normally be apprenticed to a leading man of letters.

All at the school were from noble Venetian families, ones that had fallen on bad financial times. Cortesi, though, had established his school to maintain the sons of such families in the upper reaches of Venetian society.

I, Egon Sarto-Bausch, was only half Venetian. My father was Austrian and lived in Vienna. My mother was from an old and highest-drawer Venetian family, though, the Sartos. She and my father were estranged by an ancient scandal that kept on providing gossip, and thus the hyphenated name. My mother, Teresa Sarto, had returned to her family’s name and had entered a convent in Milan in her embarrassment, but she had not been able to erase the Bausch from my name. Normally, the scandal that had ensued decades ago and kept spinning out would have denied me entry into the Academi Cortesi. But it was the Sarto name that won through. My mother’s uncle—and thus my granduncle—had been Giuseppe Sarto. He had died six years earlier, in 1914, but his fame and influence lived on. As Giuseppe Sarto he had been the Patriarch of Venice. As Pius X he had been the pope of Rome.

That Granduncle Giuseppe had recently been the pope didn’t help dampen gossip that both my Grandfather Bausch and my father had been the submissive gay lovers of a flamboyant and prominent Austrian opera and Lieder lyricist, Baron Klaus von Hausmann—simultaneously. The rumors extended to the claim that the baron had kept both father and son in separate wings of his castle outside Vienna, visiting their beds on alternate nights, and that the two were so controlled by the Austrian that they tolerated the arrangement. My mother hadn’t tolerated the arrangement, though, and had made much noise before the marriage broke up. Apparently, in Vienna all was forgiven as long as it wasn’t made public, but not taken into account was the fiery temper of the niece of the pope from the hot-blooded shores of the Adriatic Sea.

The marriage between my parents had been unfortunate from the beginning. My mother had had her sights on the son of a prominent Venetian family and, in view of my father’s later lifestyle and the timing of my birth, part of the ancient scandal was that perhaps I wasn’t Büyükesat Escort really a Bausch. In Venice, that possibility, actually was marked as in my favor. But my father had claimed paternity, so that rumor became a minor thread in the story. Elham Bausch, my artistic and sensitive father—who became a premier stained-glass artist, initially for cathedrals but after his public scandal, for private chapels and restaurants—had received an ultimatum from his family—to get on with marriage and the begetting of heirs.

The detractor-amused story of how they met was that my mother and her parents were on a train from Milan to Venice and my father had entered the carriage and observed my mother sleeping on one of the facing seats. Before the train reached Milan—or my mother had awakened—Elham had taken Teresa’s father out into the corridor and proposed marriage to Teresa. Faced with the need for money that Venetians had at the beginning of the twentieth century and the Austrians didn’t and, reportedly, my mother possibly being pregnant from previous contact, Teresa was engaged before she woke and had anything to say about the arrangement.

By that time my grandfather, Edvard Bausch, a minor composer, was already under the sway of the lyricist Klaus von Hausmann. Klaus’s baron father, Kurt, was a patron for musicians in Vienna and, through him, his son was apprenticed to the composer Franz Paradis, who bedded the young man as well as mentoring him and introducing him to composers Klaus could write lyrics for. More pointedly, Paradis lay under Klaus. When Paradis also took Edvard on to mentor, Klaus also covered Edvard. All of this was within the swirl of contact with such leading Viennese composers as Gustav Mahler; Johann Strauss, the younger; and Arnold Schoenberg.

When Paradis died, of anemia, the baron was established as a writer and Edvard was still struggling to gain a name for himself as a composer. Klaus returned to his castle by horseback from Vienna an hour after Paradis died and took Edvard with him. When it became known that the baron was bedding Edvard, who also had been bedding Paradis, and that Edvard’s wife, whose family was more prominent in Vienna than the Bauschs were, had left him, Edvard became estranged from his son, Elham.

When I reached four and hadn’t died—I was a small, pale baby as I am small and very blond in adulthood—my parents decided that I should at least be shown to my grandfather, although he hadn’t shown particular interest in seeing me. My family visited Edvard at the baron’s castle. I am told that Edvard was lethargic, pale, and distant when we met and that my parents thought he was not long for the world, but fourteen years later it appears that he still lingers.

Something happened between the baron and my father during this visitation, because a year later, my father had moved into the baron’s castle, without either my mother or me, and joined my grandfather as the baron’s captive bedwarmer. Through the unpleasantness that followed, however, Elham consistently denied that he and his father occupied the baron’s bed at the same time. The times I have seen my father since then, when he has visited Venice, he has been as withdrawn and lethargic as my parents described my grandfather to have been when I was taken to meet him.

And, so, here I was in Count Ugo Cortesi’s Alta Academi Cortesi, at the sufferance of Cortesi as a patron, my father living in twittering scandal in Vienna, my mother in retreat in a convent. I thus was fully at the count’s mercy for my entire future if I didn’t want to sink in the morass of post-world war poverty and deprivation. Therefore, there was no question that I would follow him back up the wooden staircase to his study in the apartment he occupied solely, never having married, on the top floor of his Dorsoduro sestriere palazzo. And follow him I did, knowing would probably would ensue.

Once in his spacious apartment with large rooms sparsely but expensively furnished in treasures that had been in the Cortesi family for generations and centuries, I followed him to his study and, as he opened the door and stood aside, moved past him and into the center of the room with its oriental carpeting, huge mahogany desk, supple leather wing chairs, ornate fireplace, and velvet-covered daybed. As I stood there, Cortesi came up behind me and embraced me. He kissed me in the hollow of my neck, encircled my waist with an arm to hold me in place, unbuttoned my fly. and released my cock with the other hand. He already had exposed his shaft, and I felt him hard at the small of my back. I was neither shocked nor surprised. I was small and compact and he was tall and rangy, so his body overwhelmed mine.

He pushed my trousers and underdrawers down to my ankles, grasped my engorging shaft with one hand, and stroked my right flank with the other. I shuddered and spread my legs wider, as I knew he was wanting me to do. His hand Elvankent Escort moved to the crease of my buttocks, and his index finger to the opening of my channel. I held there, rocking my hips on his penetrating digit. I sighed for him because I knew that would please him and murmured, “Si, si—yes, yes.” He had been fucking me for nine months and would, I knew, continue to do so as long as I was here and as long as he wanted me.

“So nice. So blond. More platinum than yellow blond. So slim. Slim hipped. It’s a surprise that you take a man so easily. Bend over and grab your ankles, please.”

I did so and shuddered and moaned as his lips and tongue pushed inside my buttocks crease. He had a hand weighing and rolling my testicles and ran his fingers through the curls of my pubic bush, murmuring, “So nice. Just as blond down here.”

After a few minutes, he murmured in a guttural voice, “Over on the desk I believe. Now, please.”

He completely controlled my life and my future, just as he did that of the other eleven sons of the impoverished Venetian aristocracy who lived at his academy. He fucked any of us he wanted too and the students would take the secrets of how they had been used to their graves. Being fucked by men and not telling your family you were was one of the required courses here. I hadn’t sought this, but I couldn’t say no to the patrono, and after the third time and then after the other men had covered me as well, there didn’t seem to be any reason not to just give in to it. I had learned to be aroused and satisfied by it and perhaps it was destiny—both my father and grandfather had given in to that preference.

I walked out of my puddled trousers and underdrawers and moved to the desk, lowering my chest to the leather-inlaid surface of the desk and raising my arms and grasping the edge of the far side of the top. I jerked and groaned as, crouching over me, the count slid inside me. He grasped my shoulders with his hands and started the rhythm of the fuck. He was a tall, trim, patrician man in his early fifties and wasn’t appreciably large, and I had taken him frequently over the previous nine months, so I closed my eyes and waited for him to be done. He aroused me enough, though, that, once he’d set up a cadence of thrusts, I reached under my belly with a hand and stroked myself, concentrating on coming with him as closely as I could.

As often was the case, he didn’t want to lose penetration after he had ejaculated, so he pulled me back, maintaining contact, and sank into one of the wing chairs, with me—appreciably smaller in body than he was—sitting in his lap on his buried cock. He wrapped his arms around me and buried his face in the side of my neck. I turned my face to his and we kissed, giving him assurances that I was totally submissive to him and would continue to as long as he wanted me too.

“I’ve been distracted from why I brought you up here,” he said after he’d finished playing with my body, which seemed to fascinate him—especially, I think, because I was totally submissive to him and made no attempt to withdraw from anything he wanted to do with me. “But you are so beautiful. White blond, such slim hips. What marvelous caresses the muscles of your channel walls give in making love to me when I’m inside you,” he said. He was running fingers through the white-blond curls of my pubic triangle again and I felt him rehardening inside me. “But I wanted to tell you that we have an important poet as a guest at the masque tomorrow night. He may be interested in mentoring you. It would be the perfect placement for you. I’ll be sorry to lose you, but the poet’s visit tomorrow night is an opportunity for you. You will need to cultivate him. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Patrono,” I whispered. I was sighing at his attentions, my need rising again. I moved my buttocks on his buried cock and he groaned.

“Now I think I will take you over to the bed,” he murmured.

“Yes, Patrono,” I whispered.

“What do you want from me?”

“Cazzo. ‘Sti cazzi. Minchia.”—fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—I whispered, using the crass vernacular, knowing that the lack of refinement—street vulgarity—and my failure to be formal with him would arouse him, which it did. He laid me on my back on the bed, grasped my ankles, spread-eagled my legs, thrust inside me, and began to pump me. Crying out, “Si, si! Cazzo! Minchia! Cazzo! ‘Sti cazzi!” and arching my back and digging my claws into his shoulders, I settled in for the ride. He was neither thick nor long, but he was strong and vigorous and as long as he wanted to fuck me I had some leverage over him.

* * * *

The man was fucking me, as he liked to do, in a position he called The Flying Dutchman, which he described as making me like a figurehead on a sailing vessel. He was lying on his back on the couch, his toga gathered up to his waist, he having come to the masque as a Roman senator. I was cantilevered out in Beşevler Escort front of him, my toes digging into the reclined back of the couch on either side of his shoulders and my body, head turned from him, suspended out into space over his stretched-out legs. He was pulling back on my arms by grasping my wrists, and, using the leverage of my toes, I was fucking myself on his shaft.

We had done this several times before, just as many of the other men in the room had fucked me in positions of their choice. I was a favorite as I so easily accommodated myself to what men wanted to do with me.

The toga he wore, with nothing underneath, gave him ready access to the copulation, and when he had finished with me, he would move on to one of the other academy students. I had been dressed as a shepherd boy, short, loose trousers below and a sheepskin draped over my torso. I was wearing the sheepskin, but the trousers were bunched up on the floor of the Palazzo Cortesi ballroom beside the couch. All around us, the other men where in various stages of taking the other eleven students, although my position was further into the fuck than the others were. Men hardened fast for me and were quickly ready to be inside me, probably because of my size, my striking coloring, and the prettiness of my features, but also because I was so malleable and ready to open my legs to them.

I would be covered two or three times more in the progress of the count’s monthly masque. Count Cortesi was praised for his philanthropic charity in educating and developing the skills of the destitute aristocrats he took into his school, but I dare say that he made money from his subscription masques where a particular skill in his charges was being developed.

The Roman senator was one of the regular men, always masked and in a costume that would allow him to go into action with one of the students. Cortesi could count on enough regulars to attend his subscription masques to exhaust his student charges and to make the venture worthwhile.

Count Cortesi appeared dressed and masked as Harlequin, in a tight-fitting body suit of red with black diamonds on it and a mask to match. I saw him greet what must be the special poet guest, who had come as Pantalone, a commedia dell’arte character, represented greed, money, and status at the top of the social order. The new guest was muscular and stocky and walked with an “I own the world” swagger in contrast to the host. Cortesi was tall, thin, and aristocratic. Pantalone also was costumed in a form-fitting red body suit, but one of solid red, and this was covered by a black cape with armholes. For a mask, he wore the traditional Pantalone visage of a pronounceably hooked and protruding nose.

I was sure this was the poet Cortesi wanted to match me with as I watched Harlequin and Pantalone in conversation, taking looks at me as they talked. I wasn’t sure—but maybe it was so—that they were mostly interested in the copulation position the Roman senator had me in. We were in a serious stage of the fuck, with the Roman pulling me on and off his cock in jerky thrusts moving toward his impending ejaculation. As he came and turned and pulled me back into his chest, my eyes followed the figure of Pantalone up onto the platform. There was something about him that was mesmerizing. The Roman senator had me stretched out beside him and he was stroking me off—he had come in the Flying Dutchman but I hadn’t, although I was close. The muscular Pantalone’s protuberant nose—it could almost be used for . . . And then I was thinking of it being used on me, pushing inside me and moving back and forth, and I came for the Roman senator in a peaceful flow of release.

The Pantalone figure had one of my classmates, a florid young man, effeminate and willowy, in an embrace below the platform to one side. They were kissing and then Pantalone had the student bent over the side of the platform, covering them both with his black cloak. The undulation of the material of the cloak told me that Pantalone was embracing the student from behind and penetrating and pumping him in long thrusts. The man’s face was buried in the hollow of the student’s throat, and the young man’s eyes were blazing and his mouth was hanging open in a cavernous yawn. I knew he was being fucked masterfully.

And I felt a jealousy I couldn’t either explain or brush away. The man hadn’t been in the room for more than an hour and already I wanted to ride his cock.

* * * *

Pantalone’s poetry—homoerotic and evocative—was as mesmerizing as the visage alone of the man was. I was lost to him even then. When Count Cortesi, in the guise of Harlequin, came to me, took my hand, and murmured, “Come. I am going to give you to the poet now,” I rose from the side the Roman senator, still only with a sheepskin fleece over my shoulders, and willingly went with him. I didn’t contemplate at the time that what the count was really saying was that he was selling me to the poet, which was how he kept his “philanthropic” charity afloat. And later I was too weak and enslaved to give that much thought either, not that it would matter. I had felt owned and enslaved ever since the count first had bedded me, and, on the whole, I was resigned, and even happy, to lie under the count and other men, especially if they were well hung, virile, and vigorous.

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I glanced at the clock again and only a minute had passed. I could almost swear there was something wrong with the clock, I wouldn´t put it past my math teacher to mess with it so he could torture us longer. Lunch break was next and I was hungry, and honestly, does anyone actually find math interesting? Maybe some really nerdy types…

I´m more of a jock myself and it was my skills on the field that got me to the college of my choice. Not that I´m dumb or anything, I just loved sports and it took most of my time. I play baseball and I`m the star of my team, which, as you probably know, has its perks. I guess you could say I was part of the popular group. So, there I was, just scribbling on my notebook and hoping that the time would go faster when suddenly I felt like somebody was watching me. I looked around but everyone was either listening the teacher intently or just staring at their books waiting for the bell to ring. The people sitting closest to me were my best friend Brad, his girlfriend Jessica, and our teammate, Tom. Then there was also Tina who usually spend a lot of her schooldays flirting with me and also some geek whose name I couldn´t remember. So, it was probably Tina who was staring at me, although she did seem busy writing notes.

I continued doodling on my notebook and tried to tune out my teacher`s voice once again. It didn´t take long before I felt someone´s eyes on my back again, curious now, I turned quickly to catch the culprit in the act. I turned just in time see that nerdy guy lowering his eyes. What..? Isn´t he one of those types that hang on to teachers every word? Why on earth was he looking at me… I still couldn´t remember that guy´s name…Mark…maybe Mike.

Just then the long awaited ring of the bell released us from our torture and everybody jumped up and ran off to get lunch.

Brad turned to me.”Hey Alex, did you see that waste of space staring at you most of the lesson?”

“Yeah, I noticed. Don´t know what his problem is…” I felt kind of bad cause Brad called him a waste of space, that´s pretty harsh even from Brad, but then, I couldn´t remember the little guy´s name, so I wasn´t much better than Brad.

“That loser probably hopes if he stares at you long enough, he´ll figure out how to become cool,” Brad said with a laugh.

“Well, he has a long wait ahead of him if that´s the case,” I snorted.

“You said it, Bro! He´d better stop though, that´s really faggy. I´m tempted to give him a piece of my mind.” Brad was already cracking his knuckles. Jesus that guy is aggressive…

“Oh, don´t bother, it was nothing. We have more important things to think about, like the game on Saturday and the party afterwards.”

I knew mentioning the party would distract Brad from the geek and, as predicted, Brad´s face cleared from the scowl it was sporting before and showed blatant excitement at the thought of Saturday.

“Yeah! I can´t wait! And Tina´s parties are always the best, although your 18 birthday party was epic. By the way, when are you planning to put Tina out of her misery and fuck her? She´s practically begging for it.”

“She´s just not my type.”

“Bro, with those tits she´s everybody’s type.”

“Yeah yeah, let´s go get some lunch.”

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Oh my god! I feel like fainting. Did he see me staring at him? It was so close! Oh god, I´m so stupid, my life is over if he catches me. I´ve had a crush on Alex Mason for like a year now, but I´m not so brain-dead that I would actually let him know…or his group of bullies. Obviously my self control is slipping. How on earth I´m gonna survive gym class…and especially the locker room.

“Hey Max, over here!”

I spotted my friend Kevin sitting at one of the cafeteria tables and walked to sit across the table from him.

“What´s wrong Max? You look like you´ve seen a ghost.”

“Worse, actually. Alex almost caught me checking him out, or worst case scenario, he really did notice.”

“Oh man… Didn´t I warn you? You´re gonna be in serious shit if he finds out about your crush.”

“Yeah, I know. I just can´t help it; it´s like my eyes have a will of their own. Alex looks like a greek god with his body and his beautiful long blond hair.”

“I´ve heard it all before Max, but I still don´t understand how you can be in love with a stupid jock who bullies others.”

“He is not stupid! And he is not a bully, I´ve never seen him bully anyone.”

“And may I ask how you know he isn´t stupid? You´ve never even talked to him! I bet he doesn´t even know your name, even if, by some miracle, he is aware of your existence. And at the very least his friends are bullies, like that jerk Brad who is always pushing you around. You gonna take a risk and tell Alex you´re gay and in love with him?”

“NO!” Don´t even say it out loud.”

I couldn´t help looking around and to make sure we hadn´t attracted any attention with our conversation. Eryaman Escort Fear gripped my insides even at the thought of Alex finding out, although I was sure he was a nicer person than the others in his group, I could very well imagine the beating I would receive if he found out about me being gay. I mean, the guy was obviously straight and very popular with the ladies and he has a reputation to uphold. If he didn´t beat me himself, all it would take is a small comment to one of his friends and my life would become hell.

I´m lucky though, to have a friend like Kevin who I know wouldn´t abandon me, but then I´d be the cause of his misery too. He would be guilty by association. Kevin is the best friend I could have ever hoped for and we have been friends since kindergarten. Some point at the beginning of high school, we were having a movie night and he suddenly just asked me if I was gay. I tried to deny it of course, but I was always a crappy liar and Kevin just stared at me until I said yes. I thought our friendship was over, but Kevin hugged me and said, “Ok, you could have said something earlier though, I`m your best friend for Christ´s sake.” Then he just continued watching the movie and I sat there with my mouth hanging open. Like I said, best friend I could ever ask for.

With the thought of Alex running through my head, I went to gym class and prayed the day would be over soon.

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The warm water streaming down my tired body felt really good and I felt my muscles relaxing. I had pushed my body hard again and I was proud of myself. I was just washing my hair when I noticed that nerdy guy from math class, he was washing himself in the shower across from me and if my eyes didn´t deceive me, I could swear he was staring at my cock. I could see his penis growing slowly and becoming erect. I kept looking at him until he raised his head and his eyes met mine. The geek´s face lost all colour, and after shaking like a leaf for a moment, he practically ran from the showers.

I felt kind of guilty, I could see clearly he was in panic and close to tears. At this point, you didn´t have to be a rocket scientist to figure out why he was looking at me earlier today, the guy is gay and obviously thinks I´m hot. Can´t really blame him for either of those, it´s not like being a gay is a choice and you would have to be blind not to think I´m goodlooking. I know I sound arrogant, but it´s just a fact. It´s not like I spend my days in front of a mirror admiring myself. I know my thoughts regarding gays are a bit liberal compared to most jocks, but considering I´m bi myself…

It isn´t something I really talk about, maybe next year when I´m free of high school I can be more open about it. It`s not like I´ve actually done anything with guys, no one has been worth the trouble it could cause. But yeah, I felt bad scaring the little guy, he probably thinks I´m gonna kill him. Poor kid, I should be nice and find him to tell I´m not gonna hit him or tell anyone. Cause honestly, not that I would tell him, but him looking at me… It was pretty hot.

And I finally remembered the kid´s name, it´s Max.

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I ran out of the shower room with tears in my eyes, though I felt like my knees were gonna give out any second. It happened, I got caught and I wasn´t gonna stay to wait for the beating. I dressed quickly, my mind almost empty, unable to deal with what just happened. If I could just survive the day, hide somewhere…But there is always tomorrow. Oh god, I´m scared! Why did I look? Don´t I have any self control? Why can´t I be normal? I have to find Kevin and tell him everything.

The second Kevin saw me he noticed something was wrong.

“What happened? Are you ok?”

“Can´t talk here.”

“Okay, let´s go somewhere more private.”

We walked in silence to a park on campus, and as soon as we sat down on the bench that was hidden from curious eyes, I broke down and cried.

“Hey, whatever it is, it´s gonna be okay. We can surely fix it.”

“No, we really can´t,” I said through my tears. “Alex saw me staring at his cock in the showers and if that didn´t incriminate me enough, I got a hard-on while watching him.”

“Oh shit…”

“Exactly.”

“Well, what did he do? Did he yell at you? Did he tell his friends?”

“No, I ran before he had the time to do anything.”

“Good thinking.”

“Didn´t really think anything at that point, I guess it was a natural flight response. It´s not like fight would have been the thing to help my survival…”

“Yeah, he and his friends would have killed you.”

“Well, that´s still a possibility or maybe they´re just gonna torture me for the rest of high school. By the way, you´re entitled to say, ‘I told you so’. You warned me thousands of times.”

“I´m not gonna say that, you feel crappy enough already.”

“True.”

Talking with Kevin actually helped me a bit, I´m Sincan Escort still scared shitless, but it was a nice reminder that I´m not totally alone. The rest of the day was agonizingly slow. I kept watching to see if someone was looking at me funny so I would be prepared to run and hide. I waited all day for a beating that never happened; no one even noticed me, no ugly comments or hostile looks, nothing. I wasn´t relieved though, it just made me more jumpy and my nerves were at the breaking point. I made it through the day, but it was a sleepless night.

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I tried to find the kid, but didn´t see him anywhere after the little incident. Maybe he was hiding from me. The next morning, I got lucky and spotted him reading a book behind a tree. I really hadn´t planned what I was gonna say to Max, so I just marched to him and cleared my throat so he would notice me. Slowly he raised his head and when he noticed it was me who was addressing him… His eyes widened and he looked like he had to work hard to keep his bladder under control.

“Hey Max, what are you reading?” I thought it would be wise to start with small talk. It would have been a good idea too if I would have gotten a response, but I didn´t. The poor fellow just stared me unable to speak.

“Yeah…I was just thinking. About yesterday… You don´t have to worry, I´m not mad and I´m not gonna tell anyone. Okay? Just wanted to talk to you in case you were nervous about what people would say.”

Still nothing.

I don´t think he believes me.

Then I just blurted it out. “I´m bisexual. So…Everything is cool.”

And still no response, his eyes just got a bit wider.

Oh god! Me and my big mouth.

Just when I thought I couldn´t shove that foot any deeper in my mouth, I said, “It´s totally understandable that you were checking me out, I am pretty hot.”

Max blushed and his face looked like a tomato, but I couldn´t swear that my own face colour was normal at this point.

“Yeah. I´m gonna go to class, see ya.” And then I retreated as gracefully I could, which isn´t saying much. Oh god! I´m an idiot! What the hell happened to me? If it´s not bad enough I told a total stranger I´m bi, I had to sound a complete moron while doing it. And I didn´t get one word back from him!

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That had to have been the most surreal moment of my life.

What the fuck?

I know I should be rejoicing about the fact that I wasn´t going to get my ass kicked, cause that´s what he said. Right? But all that went through my brain was, “He´s bi?!” I know it´s not unheard of, but seriosly, my dream guy actually likes men too. Things like that don´t happen in my world. Alex Mason isn´t straight and he just told me that himself. Oh god! When he said that bit about him being hot I probably flushed scarlet because I got a very vivid mental image of his big beautiful dick that I saw in the showers. It really was gorgeous, I would love to just go down on my knees and suck that big…Better stop thinking about that before I embarrass my self and ruin my underwear.

When Kevin showed up, I just started babbling.

“You won´t believe what happened. He was just here in front of me and…Its okay, everything is fine. I can´t believe it. I was sure I was going to die. I was totally speechless, I didn´t say anything. Oh god, I really didn´t say anything! He must think I`m an idiot!…”

I would have gone all day if Kevin hadn´t interrupted me.

“Well you certainly aren´t speechless now. You wanna clue me in?”

“Sorry, I got carried away.”

“Yeah, I noticed. So, who are you talking about?”

“Alex came to talk to me, he said he´s not mad and isn´t going to tell his friends. “

“Alex Mason actually came to talk to you?”

“Yes!”

“But why?”

“I just told you…”

“Yeah I know, but he could have just kept his mouth shut and pretended nothing ever happened.”

That was actually a very good point…

“I don´t know…He said something about not wanting me to worry.”

“He doesn´t want you to worry…Guess you were right and he really is a nice guy.”

“And not just a nice guy, he´s also bisexual!”

“What? How do you know?” Kevin looked like I had just told him that earth is flat despite the current rumors.

“He told me!”

“I know I´m starting to sound like a parrot, but I repeat myself regardless, why did he tell you that?”

“I don´t know!”

“I can´t believe I´m saying this, but…You think it´s possible that he told you because… he wants you?”

“Don´t be ridiculous! Alex is like a god, he could get anyone he wants, male or female, as it happens. I´m just me, ordinary boring me. There´s no reason he would want me even though he likes guys.”

“There is nothing wrong with you Max.”

“Well yeah, but there´s not so much right with me either. I`m short and skinny and just…plain.”

“Max…”

“Just Etlik Escort stop it! I know you´re trying to be a good friend, but I know what I look like.”

Kevin looked like he wanted to argue with me further but he held his tongue on that subject and said instead.

“Well, the good news is you can finally stop worrying about his friends beating you up.”

“And my jack off sessions just got a whole lot better now that I know he´s bi,” I said laughing.

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It has been few days since I had my one-sided chat with Max and I still haven´t gotten it out of my head. Or to be precise, I haven´t gotten him out of my head. I talked to him and said everything is fine and that should have been that, but no, I keep thinking about his cute brown eyes, his lean body, how adorable he looks when blushing and how edible his erect cock looked when he was watching me.

Oh god how much I want to fuck him! He would probably be game if I made a pass at him, I mean, he was the one who was ogling me. But somehow that doesn´t feel right, he seemed shy and in all likelihood is still a virgin, and when it comes to men, I´m a virgin too. But we´re still in high school and it´s not like I´m gonna date him. Although, high school will be over pretty soon…

Jesus man! Get your head straight!The pun intended.

When I´m in college I can consider dating someone, there´s so many people that no one will care what I do. And maybe, if I´m lucky, I will find some cute girl and fall in love and I don´t have to deal with all this shit. Oh, I´m such a coward.

Finally it was Saturday and, as predicted, our team annihilated the competition and after that it was time to party. Maybe this would help me focus on other things besides Max. I had managed to see a glimpse of him in the audience and now I wondered if he would come to the party. Everyone was invited, though I´ve never seen Max at these parties before. To be honest, I dont know if I would have noticed him before, even if he would have been here. I guess I can be a little self-centered.

Brad and I rang the doorbell of Tina´s house and she came to answer the door.

“Hey Brad, Alex, great to see you.”

I could tell she was being sincere. Actually her smile was almost predatory. A bit creepy… I really don´t know why I dislike Tina, she´s friendly and really hot, but I guess I´m starting to prefer the more refined, intellectual type. Someone smart and kind, maybe a bit shy…like Max.

Don´t even go there man!

Still I couldn´t get rid of Tina fast enough to suit me, she was not the one I wanted. But she was persistent and It would have been necessary to be really rude to get rid of her, so she managed to get me to the dancefloor. At least on there I don´t have to invent excuses why I´m not interested.

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Why am I here? I don´t know any of these people. I mean, I go to school with them, but they´re not my friends. Kevin isn´t even here, his girlfriend is in town, so that left me flying solo. Of course I know the real reason why I am at Tina´s party, Alex is here too. But I don´t really want to think on that too much. It´s not like anything is going to happen between us and I´m really close to looking like a stalker.

Here I was trying to convince myself that I´m just one of the party goers and not stalking anyone when I spotted Alex on the dancefloor. Oh! He´s so gorgeous! If he moves like that when he is only dancing…and then I noticed the sexy blond with big boobs who was grinding her pelvis against Alex. Despite all the lectures I had given myself, after seeing that, I´m so jealous I could spit. I know I never had a chance with him, I really do, but the heart wants what it wants.

Right now my heart is breaking.

Stupid! You knew this would happen!

I just can´t stand this. I have to get away from here, away from them.

I made a beeline for the door, but the tears started falling before I got through the front door. As soon I was out of the house I hid myself behind the gazebo and I collapsed on the grass sobbing.

How could I be so stupid as to fall in love with a guy I don´t even know?

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So, I was dancing and trying to avoid Tina`s busy hands and thinking, “isn´t this supposed to go the other way around?” My eyes was scanning the growd and I saw this dark haired guy stumbling through the mass of people to get to the door.

Max.

He saw me dancing with Tina. Obviously that upset him pretty bad.

Oh shit!

At that moment I stopped with the excuses. I liked Max a lot and from the looks of things, he liked me too. It wasn´t just a physical thing. I wanted to be with him. I really don´t know him that well, but I guess the point is, I really want to. I wanna know everything, the good and the bad. And I wasn´t scared anymore.

And then I started to run after him.

I practically burst out of the house, but I couldn´t see Max, just some people smoking in front of the house. I looked around and then I heard the sound, someone sniffling behind the gazebo.

“Max…?”

He froze and looked up at me like he couldn´t believe his eyes.

“You okay?”

“I´m fine.”

Ah, he speaks.

“You don´t look fine, you look cold.” I sat beside him and put my arm protectively around his shoulders.

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I was deeply lost in the lush sensations of a stranger’s mouth around my naked cock, being sucked while leaning back against the wall of the darkroom. Irresistible pleasure, overwhelming any concern about the fact that this was the second man going down on me, as I sucked off the first man who had captured my cock so perfectly.

The darkroom had been not empty when I entered, hand stretched out when approaching the edge of the platform. The sound of a body shifting on the yielding vinyl preceded my hand sliding along a naked man’s thigh by just a couple of seconds. My towel, condoms, and black bag were soon put away to the side, as the man changed position, hand easily finding my swelling cock.

This was my second time in the darkroom this Friday afternoon. The first had been disappointing, spending several minutes exploring a laying man’s body, without any reaction on his part. He remained motionless, causing me to lose all desire to continue. Some may find such pure passiveness enticing, but it just left me uninterested.

Now, checking the darkroom a last time before leaving, I’d clearly found willing partners. The expansive platform provides plenty of space for men to stretch out, and the edge of the platform is at an ideal height to stand in front of.

We were playing with each other’s cock and nipple, the darkness enhancing and focusing the physical sensations, undistracted by sight. Surrounded by a sense of privacy, making it easy to indulge in whatever desires one wishes in what is often a room full of horny men. A new man approached me from behind, his hand fondling my exposed nipple while his other hand reached down, finding my stroked cock, joining in.

However, when he began to push against my exposed ass, I twisted away a bit, having no interest in that sort of play at all. A hint that he ignored, pushing again. I turned, and his hands went to my hips, attempting to pull me against him. By this point, I moved my back against the wall, putting a knee on the platform, forcing an obviously clueless stranger to accept the fact of my utter disinterest in whatever he wanted to do.

Without needing to interrupt what was going on between me and the first man, as we kept jacking each other off. After a moment, the standing man moved away into the darkness.

Oddly, he was not the first such unaware man in the baths today. At the start of the afternoon, I’d gone to the hot tub. A man was in the still water, a bit heavier and a bit younger, also wearing glasses. Entering, then sitting down next to him, it took little time to turn him on.

As we masturbated each other, he began to increase the pace, bringing me to the edge of orgasm. Placing my left hand on his, I slowed him down. A pause that lasted for only a bit, as he began to pump me again. After several more clear signals about him needing to be more restrained, I actually started using my right hand, taking Eryaman Escort it away from his cock. Even then, he still seemed incapable of understanding what he was being told, wordlessly.

When the central jet started, I left. Looking at him a final time, he seemed disappointed, without a trace of awareness of his ineptness at understanding what his partner wanted. The hot tub is not a place for semen, after all, and not being able to realize that fact approaches being uncivilized – or a bathhouse beginner, more charitably.

Chance is always in play at a bathhouse, with a wide range of tastes and interests. Having found a comfortable spot in the darkness to settle into, I sank deeper into the welcoming mindlessness of enjoying sex with a man. The stranger next to me was playing with my nipples as I jerked off, moaning, my left hand sliding underneath his flared cockhead, fingertips at his balls.

A man pressed against my dangling leg, his hand soon running along my thigh. He began to circle the root of my cock, his curled grip slowly rising underneath my now slack hand. Soon, turned on by both strangers, I was playing with the new man’s cock too. My mind was lost in a wonderful fog, seeing nothing of what we were doing in the blackness.

It was impossible to keep track of what we were doing to each other, the sort of subtle warning signal that was easy to ignore, my desires overwhelming any distant concerns. The condoms were still easily at hand, a fact that quickly became an excuse to just drift deeper into the pure male pleasure of gay group sex.

I was rubbing the standing man’s cockhead against my nipple when my cock became surrounded in warm pleasure, slowly expanding in glorious intensity. At first, it was impossible to do anything but let it happen, as more of my cock was engulfed in yielding bliss. I heard myself moaning, bringing back a tiny amount of awareness, beginning to wonder just what was going on between my legs that felt so perfect.

The first thought rising from the bliss was that it could have been a hand making my cock feel so good. No reason to stop in that case, providing more time to actually figure out what was happening. Time that was growing more difficult to keep track of. My cock was finally getting what it had wanted for so long, even if my mind remained determinedly uncertain about what precisely was happening. Especially as I began anticipating getting sucked off, knowing that it would be so easy to do nothing.

Only as my bliss began to plateau did the realization form that my cock was being sucked by the man I was still jacking off. Who had expertly positioned himself in the darkness. His approach had been subtle, neither breath nor wetness betraying what his mouth was doing to my rod. Unbelievably seductive, using a man’s intimate awareness of just how helpless another man Sincan Escort becomes in the mouth of a willing cocksucker.

Which he most certainly was. A desire my still uncovered cock completely agreed with, finally indulging in a rare treat, making me give in to animal instinct. Deciding that by this point, there was no reason not to enjoy myself further, my distracted stroking providing him an unmistakable indication of how much I wanted him to keep sucking me, along with a way to measure just how turned on his mouth made me.

As the standing man moved away, I slumped back, thighs open as a stranger went down on me, barely aware that someone else had moved close. Awareness that followed a rising wave of horniness, a stranger’s hand adding itself to what was happening, circling the base of my sucked cock. Another hand began to play with my nipple, making me sink into a world of purely male sex, all of us erect.

We weren’t the only extended group in the blackness, a reality just adding to the shared background horniness. It was so good to sucked, reminding me why sometimes, giving in to a man is the best thing possible. Another hand joined mine at the base of cocksucker’s shaft, locking us into a slow feedback loop of cock pleasures leading us closer to orgasm.

The new man went to the platform, beyond my reach, as the man that had been so perfectly sucking me rose, standing in front of me. Keeping a hand on his stiff rod the entire time, confident in knowing precisely whose sexy cock I’d be sucking. My left hand quickly found my condoms, opened one, sliding it over the tip of his cock, fingers unrolling it as my mouth followed the latex down.

My skill at using condoms is more than equal that of any man who has wanted to suck me without one, as only a single man in several years has actually rejected my advances after the condom has begun to cover his cock. The same man that rejected me using a condom on my own cock, it must be noted, making him at least consistent, if not exactly smart. And though that ended our encounter then, any man familiar with the difference between sex with and without a condom could at least understand his consistency.

Soon, my mouth surrounded his swelling cock, my circled fingers keeping the condom tight as I drew his growing cock further into my mouth, my lips beginning to make sloppily wet noises as I went down on him. My nose felt his bush as I went down on his rigid shaft.

A hand had been stroking my slick cock as I began sucking off a stranger, likely the new man sliding his hand over the slipperiness left by the previous man. It took little time after the pleasure began to overwhelm me again to realize that I was getting sucked off again, horny cock still naked, still loving being sucked so nakedly. With a certain sense of bemusement, I decided that two strangers were enough, and Etlik Escort if a third went man down on me, then it’d be the time to use a condom.

Clarity became a confused concept, as the pure desire to cum overrode any rational concerns about surrendering myself so completely. But the opportunity to have uncovered contact with other men was at easily at hand, especially in a familiar bathhouse, essentially the most straightforward place possible for men to get off with each other. The reality that I was giving in to, my ass being touched by a probing finger, my cock in a wet mouth, both my hands grasping hard cocks. The man I was sucking began to thrust, and it seemed as if another man was standing behind him.

However, before it was possible to be sure what was happening, the standing man moved away from my mouth, most likely either because he did not want to cum or because he did not want to be fucked in the ass. Something understandable in either case. The bathhouse is a place where one learns the importance of exerting one’s will when someone does something you don’t want, and how restraint can lead to a much longer period to enjoy all the varieties of sex with other available men.

By now, I was in a paradise of male lust, my cock being sucked as my nipples were again played with. Due to my back being against a wall, it was somewhat possible to keep an overview of what was going on, even if the details were impossible to retain.

The best group sex involves everyone, a state shared among the group. The feel of another man’s head as he sucks you, the touch of a stranger’s tongue on your neck, the discovery of other hard cocks to stroke – the images fleeting, just part of the sexual wave carrying us along.

The man standing next to me, my right hand tweaking his nipple as he jacked himself off, went over the edge, his words and actions turning completely slutty, his hot cum spraying itself over my legs and thigh. He was quickly replaced after moving away, my hand easily finding the new man’s hard cock as his fingers found my nipple.

Soon, doing my best to lead his cock to mine, uncaring that his cock was uncovered, my cock began to go deeper, unable to stop from moving my hips. The new man did not quite allow his cock to reach mine, and soon, my hands on both sides of my cocksucker’s head, it didn’t matter.

The sounds of wet lips and moaning had been filling the room for a while, and not only from us. A nipple and my hole were being played with, but it was the glorious cocksucking that had me completely in its spell. Orgasm was rising, my words a signal of what was going to happen. ‘Oh yeah … mouth fucking … cock lover .. mouth fucker’ and similar words poured out of me.

Making me hornier, the words were the last semi-conscious action as my cock swelled. My words grew sluttier, no longer caring who heard – ‘I love men .. suck me .. mouth fucking .. man sex .. I love men .. mouth fucking .. fill your mouth .. cocksucker .. fuck mouth.’ The sound of a sloppy mouth and my thrusting filled the space, as a man played with my nipple.

The pleasures merged as my wetness pumped into his, his swallowing matching my pulsing jets of cum as I groaned like a slut, in a space full of them.

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