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I’ve known Xander all of my life. Ever since we were about 10 years old. I remember being in elementary school when Xander moved to South Carolina . He was the “new kid” in class and he looked scared to death. I remember how much I liked him when I first saw him. I was kind of an outcast, and it was even worse that day because I had a black eye and was bruised up and down my back; my dad’s handiwork from the night before. Xander talked to me anyway; when he inquired about my injuries he accepted my explanation that I had “fallen”. He just seemed to understand. I asked him to sit next to me at lunch and that was it. Our friendship just seemed to blossom and bloom. Truthfully, I had a big crush on him. Later in life, I told myself I grew out of it, but I never really did. I admired Xander; I always wanted to be around him.

Later I learned that we both came from somewhat abusive families; my father was a factory worker and his father was a lawyer. While my father was physically and verbally abusive to me and my mother, Xander’s family just didn’t care less. His dad worked all the time, traveling the country constantly, and his mom was out running around and doing god knows what. So, I spent most of my free time at his house after school; we’d have sleepovers, play video games and tell each other our deepest, darkest secrets. We had a lot in common, and since we didn’t really have parents to raise us, we made a blood pact that we would always be there for each other, no matter what.

I wouldn’t call myself gay, but I’ve always had feelings for Xander. He’s like a brother to me, but he’s more than that. He knows my every secret, my every fear, and all of my flaws. I know his. We fight, then we make up. No matter what, we’re always there for each other. We grew up together, and had managed to shut out pretty much everyone else. I knew I loved him, but I tried not to let the thought linger. I just told myself we were so close and such good friends, that my mind was playing tricks on me.

I think the real reason I tried to suppress my feelings is because of my father. If he ever found out I was gay he would literally kill me. He considered himself a man’s man and was very narcissistic. If I did anything that reflected bad on him, it would fuel another abusive episode that we were so acquainted with. Me being gay? Don’t even think about it.

As we got older, we made other friends and had our circles at school that we ran in. We both got on the wrestling team in high school, and while neither of us were spectacular, we had a lot of fun.

Eventually, we both started dating girls, like we were “supposed” to. We were both decent looking guys; he was about 6’0, I was a couple inches taller. He had soft brown eyes and a rounder face; I had cold blue-gray eyes and a strong chin. We were both pretty athletic and muscular. Xander would go and brag to his friends about all the girls who liked him, and I would do likewise, but we were both just big talking virgins and we both knew it. I just couldn’t find anyone special enough, and neither could he.

We had done some sexual stuff with girls, but the truth was, Xander turned me on more than any girl I met. Again, I just chalked it up to raging hormones. I allowed myself to fantasize about him, though.

We went through so much together. I couldn’t imagine living without Xander. So when he told me he might be moving away, naturally I flipped out.

It was April of senior year, and we’d been discussing our plans for college. It was one day after school, when we were driving home, that he dropped the bombshell on me. I knew he had been acting funny that week, but I didn’t know why.

“James….I got accepted into UCLA.”

I looked at him, to make sure he was serious. Yep…his jaw was set and square, his brown eyes straight ahead.

My heart sank, and my stomach turned. I wanted to burst into tears, but I kept my composure. “Why are you going to California, X?” I asked him. It didn’t seem like a smart decision to me. We were small town kids; Xander wouldn’t be happy in California. He took a deep breath, and let it out in a shuddering sigh. “Have you ever just wanted to, you know, get away?”

“Well, yeah, but you know why I stay here.”

He glanced at me, as I tried to keep my face blank. “Your grandma, I know.”

That was one of the reasons. Much as I hated my dad, I loved my grandma, and she was in her 70s. She lived in the town nearby, and I really didn’t want to leave her, knowing she might not be here when I return.

That wasn’t the only reason, though. Xander was a big part of what kept me here.

He noticed my hesitation. “Well, why else would you stay? God knows I’ve got nothing to keep me here. My family doesn’t care, I don’t have a girl, nobody cares.” He uttered those last words as we pulled up in front of his house.

I was so upset, my head was pounding. I couldn’t let him see me lose it, though. If he wanted to go, who was I to stop him? We both climbed out of the car, and I grabbed escort bayan my bag and took off down the road towards my house. Much as I didn’t want to be home, I couldn’t keep my cool and face Xander right now.

“Hey, man, where you going? I thought we were gonna chill?” He looked at me confused.

I looked back at him, standing there. He wasn’t all that much to look at; about 6’0 tall, brown eyes, dirty blonde hair, slightly muscular and solid. Like me, he had dirty blonde, wind blown hair and a perpetual tan from spending all summer on the beach.

Was I really going to lose the one person that I trusted, the one person I really knew? I choked back a sob, but a tear ran down my face. His eyes widened in surprise as I quickly wiped it away.

“I gotta get home and take care of some shit,” I told him gruffly, trying to sound as masculine as possible. “I’ll call you later.”

I turned and walked away briskly, but I knew that he was still standing there watching me as I left.

Home was the last place I wanted to be. Mom was downstairs, frantically trying to get the house clean and dinner on the table so that Dad wouldn’t flip out when he came home. I helped out as much as I could, knowing that no matter what we did, it wouldn’t be good enough. I was right.

Dad came in the door around six, came straight to the kitchen and started barking orders at Mom. He criticized one thing after another, from a piece of lint on the carpet, to the slightly underdone spaghetti noodles, to the fact that my mom’s hair was in a ponytail and not fixed. I kept my head down as I ate and kept quiet. He had Mom in tears by the end of the meal, as usual. He then retired to the couch, where he expected to be waited on hand and foot.

It was an old, familiar tune. I hung out in my room, working on school stuff. I had learned by now how to be invisible. I didn’t speak to him unless I was spoken to, and as long as I stayed out of his way he’d ignore me. I felt bad that Mom was getting the brunt of it tonight, though. Every so often, I heard him scream at Mom for one thing or the other. Each time I heard his shrill, demanding voice my stomach would tighten with anxiety.

I really wished I could be at Xander’s so I wouldn’t have to deal with this. He was probably missing me, too. I knew how lonely he got when he was all by himself. In all the time I’d known him, I’d only met his parents a handful of times. Usually his Mom was passed out on the couch, drunk. Now she worked, but cheated on his dad so much that she was always with a different man. They pretty much just left him to his own devices. I don’t know what’s worse; having parents around who want to torment you and beat you, or having parents that simply don’t care at all.

Around ten or so it finally went silent and I figured Dad had passed out by now. It must be exhausting to live the life of a dictator. Mom came in the room a little later and sat on the bed, smiling at me. Her face was tear stained, and she looked exhausted. I went and sat beside her, hugging her into my arms and kissing her cheek.

“Why don’t you leave him, Mom? I’m eighteen now, I can take care of myself.”

She sighed and smiled sadly.

“Don’t you worry about me. I can take care of myself.”

We sat like that, for a few minutes.

“What’s bothering you?” she asked me softly. I was surprised that she had noticed. But then again, she usually did. Tears came from my eyes as I leaned against her.

“Xander’s moving away.”

We didn’t speak. We held each other silently. Eighteen years old and still crying to Mommy. Geez.

Xander called about twelve, which was not uncommon. I watched my vibrating cell phone turn around in circles on the desk until it finally stopped ringing.

Xander drove his car by my house the next morning and honked once. We usually rode together. I waited until he went on to get in my car and drive myself to school. All day, I kinda walked around in a daze. Nobody seemed to notice. I avoided Xander as much as possible. The last bell rung, and I was at my locker stuffing books into my bag when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I whirled around, expecting to find Xander.

It was Amy from English class. She was tiny, barely 5’0 tall, with reddish blonde hair, freckles and pale skin. We were pretty good friends.

“James, what’s up with you today? You don’t look good.” she smiled up at me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I hugged her quickly and grabbed my bag, heading towards the door.

“Nothing, I just don’t feel great today.” I lied.

“Okay…how about you come out with me tomorrow night? We’ll go see a movie or something.” She beamed at me.

I thought for a minute. Amy wasn’t really my type, but it would give me an excuse to back out of spending Friday night with Xander. That was usually the night I stayed over at his house and we’d play ball or swim in the pool, and just chill. He would be really pissed if I wasn’t there.

“Sounds good,” I told her, trying to sound happy, and smiled.

I didn’t want to face Xander that night, and I couldn’t bear to go home again, so I made the 15- minute drive to see my grandma in the next town. She answered the door, beaming at me.

She looked younger than her 70 years or so. She had bright blue perceptive eyes and a head full of thick black hair, even at her age. Her skin wasn’t excessively wrinkled.

We ate dinner and sat around and talked. I enjoyed talking to her. I could always ask her advice. Every now and then, she would cough painfully. I was always worried about her health, but she refused to go see a doctor. She always said she’d be better off not knowing.

“How is your friend, doing, James?” she asked me, referring to Xander.

I hesitated. “Have a fight?” she asked, peering down at me over her wire-rimmed glasses.

I sighed. “Something like that. He’s planning on leaving town for college. Going to California.”

She laughed. “Why on earth would he go there?”

I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

She smiled at me knowingly. “You’ll miss him. You’ll have a hard time if he leaves.”

I nodded.

“I just don’t see how he can leave so easily.” I told her.

She looked at me quickly, then glanced away. I couldn’t quite read her expression.

“You should tell him how you feel.” she spoke, finally. “Maybe he won’t leave.” she looked at me pointedly.

My heart skipped a beat. “What do you mean?” I asked softly.

She said nothing, just looked at me.

I got up and hugged her tightly.

She smiled at me. “Why don’t you go with him? You don’t have anything keeping you here, James. I know how your father is.”

“I can’t leave you, Grandma. And what about Mom?” I asked her.

“Oh, we can take care of ourselves. You need to do what makes you happy, James.”

I knew she was right.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Xander asked me on the phone Friday night. “We always hang out on Fridays. You don’t even like Amy.” He sounded almost jealous, and he was definitely, as I predicted, pissed.

“Yeah, well, she’s cute.” I lied. “Anyway, you’ll have to get used to Friday nights without me in LA, won’t you?” I tried to sound cocky, or arrogant, but the words came out too softly. I sounded like a whiny girl, I thought, wincing.

“James, is that what this is all about? Look, can we talk about this? Come hang out with me, don’t go out with Amy. We’ll talk things over.” That was Xander, ever the counselor. He wanted to be a therapist; his powerful skills of observation, coupled with the fact that he knew me intimately, meant that he could see right through me right now, and I didn’t like it.

“I don’t want to talk about it right now. Drop me a line from Cali, bro.” I knew that would leave him seething. I hung up, finished getting ready, and jumped in the car to go pick Amy up.

I was too restless to go see a movie, so we ended up going to grab dinner. Amy chattered incessantly, talking about school and college and her plans as an English major and blah blah blah. Not that she was annoying; I just couldn’t think about anything but Xander right now. She reached over to touch my hand a few times, obviously trying to come onto me, but I was too distracted to pick up on her hints.

I was angry at Xander, but I was more angry with myself for getting so worked up. I was acting like an ass. If he wanted to move halfway across the country, he had every right to do so. So, what, he’s moving away? Big deal. He was just a friend. Right? No, my best friend. The only person…..

“James? You look like you’re about to cry.” Amy’s voice came into my thoughts.

I blinked. “Sorry. I just have a lot on my mind.”

She looked at me curiously, then smiled, unaffected.

“Hey, maybe we should go to Brad’s party after this.” Brad was the captain of the football team. He was always throwing parties at his family’s three story house, because his parents traveled so much. Me and Xander would go occasionally, for the free booze. Brad was a jerk, but his parents had money, and he could throw a party.

“Sure, sounds good.” I mumbled. Amy kept on chattering, as I tuned out again.

About five beers and six or seven or eight shots of Smirnoff vodka later, I was feeling great. I don’t know how much I had to drink. I don’t drink much, but Amy’s voice and the thought of a future without Xander had me in need of an escape. Plus, I was trying to push those feelings about Xander out of my head. I knew there was something more, but I just didn’t want to face it right now. It was too painful and confusing. Nothing like getting plastered to deaden the pain.

If Xander found me like this, he would be so mad. He hated alcohol. He hated drugs. His mom had been an alcoholic, of course. His uncle, who used to help take care of him when he was a kid, had died in a car wreck while driving drunk. A car wreck that Xander was almost involved in. Xander always reminded me how if I hadn’t been at the house with him, his uncle would have taken him back to his place to take care of him, drunk as a skunk. Not that two 12 year old kids together is responsible, but it had stopped Xander from possibly dying in that car wreck. So, of course, guess who showed up at the party?

I was sitting in a chair on the back porch, staring at the sky. Thinking about my childhood. Thinking about Xander. How much I would miss him. Trying not to think about those things, but my drunken thoughts were on a one-way track. My head was spinning. I was vaguely aware of the fact that Amy was gone. Somebody said my name.

“James!” Xander was yelling at me. I looked up, trying to focus on his features.

“Hey, X, dude, what are….what are you here for?” I slurred.

“Amy called me. Have you been drinking?” His voice had an ugly edge to it.

I was too out of it to respond. I just grinned at him, stupidly. I couldn’t feel anything. I wasn’t sad, wasn’t happy. I felt blissfully numb. I think I passed out.

I don’t really know how he got me to his car, or in the house. I woke up the next day in his bed, about noon. I felt like I was dead or dying. My head was killing me.

Somehow I made it to the bathroom where I puked my guts out. When I finally looked up, Xander was standing there, arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. The expression on his face read disappointment. Unfortunately, I could feel again. I felt ashamed. I felt sad. I couldn’t even make eye contact with him.

“I had Dan drive your car back to the house. It’s in the driveway when you’re ready to leave..” He spoke, breaking the silence. His voice was cold.

I nodded. Dan was one of our other friends, a good guy.

“Feel better?’ he asked.

I chuckled. “No.”

“Do you want to talk now?”

I stared into the toilet bowl. “No.” I whispered. I looked up at him. “Do you want me to leave, now?”

I must have looked pitiful, because he softened a bit.

“No, but we’re going to have to talk about this, you know.”

I looked back down.

“I know.”

We spent the rest of the day just hanging out. Xander fed me and made sure I drank plenty of water, trying to help me recover from my hangover. He had covered my ass by calling my Mom last night and telling her I didn’t feel well, and that I was staying with him. His parents were, of course, god knows where.

So we just hung out. We didn’t talk about the one thing that hung in the air. We didn’t really talk. Just enjoyed each other’s company.

I stayed the night with him. I don’t know how it happened, but we ended up dozing off on the living room floor while we were watching TV. I woke up in his arms early that Sunday morning. We hadn’t done that since we were little. It was kind of nice.

I pressed my face against his bare shoulder, breathing in his scent. I brushed his hair out of his eyes, and watched him breathe. He was so cute. I touched his face, thinking back to the first day I met him.

His eyes fluttered open, and I dropped my hand. I blushed a little and untangled myself from him, standing up. He remained on the floor, his head up propped up on his elbow.

“What? Are we getting too old for that or something?” he teased me.

I swallowed hard and met his gaze. We just looked at each other for a long moment.

“Want to ride to the beach today?” Xander asked, filling the awkward silence.

I smiled. “Whatever you want, buddy.”

There was a small beach about forty minutes away. Usually we had it all ourselves, except for the few people that lived around there. Most of the crowds gather at Myrtle Beach, about ninety minutes away. But this place was where we really liked to be. The two of us could just chill. It was just us and maybe a few other people out there today.

He looked so good, playing in the water in just his white swim trunks. More than once, I found myself admiring the strong muscles in his lean body, his hair blowing in the wind. He looked a like a model doing a photo shoot on the beach. I hid behind my glasses and tried not to let him catch me staring.

We dove into the still freezing ocean, then afterwards, laid on towels in the sand and soaked up the sun. Xander kept pestering me about having a ‘talk’. Finally I sat up and looked at him.

“All I can really say is that, I’m gonna miss you like hell. I don’t really have anyone here. You’re my best friend, you know me better than anyone, and it just won’t be the same.” Thankfully I had on dark shades to hide my eyes.

He seemed to accept this explanation, and laid back down.

We drove home about four, in silence. We pulled up in his driveway and he turned off the car. We just sat, in silence. Finally, he turned and looked at me.

“James…..give me one, good, real, reason to stay.” he spoke softly. His eyes searched mine. What was he looking for? I don’t know. I don’t know what made me move.

I leaned over and touched his face. “I need you, Xander.”

He placed his hand over mine, and leaned in. He pressed his forehead to mine, looking into my eyes, like he used to do when we were kids.

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“Keep your door open tonight. I will be back later.” With that, he turned, and closed his door. I walked naked to my bed. The sheets were spotted with cum from all the fucking Scott and I had done earlier. I decided to take the other queen bed in the room. I pulled back the covers and slid between the cool sheets. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was after midnight. I turned off my light and lay my head on my pillow. My body was alive with sexual energy. I wondered to myself…did I love Scott or did I love having sex with men. I didn’t want to answer that question.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

I woke with a start, my mind full of erotic dreams. Dreams of male bodies writhing together. I sat up straight in bed. It was jet black in my hotel room. The bedlinens bunched down at my waist, tangled around my legs. I was panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. My throbbing erection reminded me of my earlier tryst with Scott and even earlier with Tom. I sighed – it had been an unreal couple of days. As I ran my fingers through my hair and wiped my brow, I heard the door to my adjoining room open and saw movement in the shadows. My cock throbbed at the thought Scott. I heard clothes being discarded. The sound of the zipper made my ass quiver in anticipation. I felt the bed dip and a cool muscular hairy body slid next to me.

“Hi sexy! Waiting up for daddy?” Scott asked. The smell of booze and cigars was heavy on his breath.

“Hey you,” was all I got out before Scott swooped in for a kiss. His kiss was possessive and I demurely accepted his thick tongue in my mouth. Scott’s big, thick cock popped right up and he rubbed it against me. He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me to him, his cock upright between us. He kissed me deeply on the mouth, his thick lips covering mine, the stubble on his cheeks and chin roughing up my face. His tongue was fucking my mouth more urgently.

We made out for several minutes, then Scott pushed my head down to his chest. His hairy pelt rubbed against my face. I moved about his chest until I felt the hard nub of a nipple and kissed it, licked it and suckled it. Scott pushed my head lower. I kissed down his belly, tongued his navel. He was so fury I had to pull back to remove some hair from my mouth. When I resumed my descent, his cock punched at the bottom of my chin. The head of his cock was wet with precum and it glazed my chin and neck. I could smell the heady aroma of his sex. He smelled so manly – of musk and spice and soap.

He wanted me to suck his cock, but having tasted and fucked his forbidden ass earlier, I knew what I wanted. I moved further down, took his cock in one hand, and raised it, stroking it up and down. I moved closer to my prize. I kissed, licked, and mouthed his big balls. They were covered in thick dark hair. His crotch had a tangy sweaty taste, but still oozed a masculine spicy scent. I nudged his legs further apart with my shoulders, lifting and spreading his legs. Even in the complete darkness of the room I could easily navigate his crotch. I heard him hiss above me as I spread his ass and licked between his cheeks. There was so much hair. Scott was sweating and I could feel and taste the dampness of him building. I licked his ass crack and found his core. I ran my tongue over his puffy hole. It was still swollen for our activity earlier tonight. I still stroked his cock, while I rimmed his hairy, muscular ass. I could taste his taint, it was stronger now. I could also taste some residuals of my load from earlier and this drove me crazy. I pushed my tongue deep into him. His nuts were pressed against my forehead. His crotch hair tickled my nose.

“Oh, SHIT! Stop it Jason. You are driving me crazy with that shit,” he panted above me.

I kept licking his ass and heard him groan above me. His ass was loosening up again. I also realized that Scott had reached down with both hands to pull his legs up and back, giving me complete access to his ass. I could feel his ass clench down hard on my tongue and pulse – like it was having its own orgasm. Scott mumble, “oh fuck, oh fuck” above me.

I reached up with my hand and slowly pulled my tongue from his ass. I traced a finger over his pucker and pushed it into him – steadily up to the palm of my hand. Scott became silent for a moment.

“Please don’t,” he asked.

I pulled back slowly, dragging my finger out of his body. When it was near the entrance, I changed course and pushed both my index and middle finger into him deeply. “Noooooooooo,” came a moan above me. Scott pushed his legs down and together. I felt him trying to shit my hand out of his body.

“Seriously, stop it” he said in a stronger voice.

I lifted my head and his balls rolled down my face. He bent down and pulled me up his body, by putting his hands in my armpits. He wasn’t gentle either and I could feel hairs being pulled from my body.

“Just suck my dick, you dumb fuck,” he growled at me. He pushed my gaziantep lezbiyen head down onto his cock. He pushed it past my lips and kept pushing me further down his cock. “Suck it, bitch!” he hissed.

I wrapped my lips around the fat helmet of his throbbing, oozing cock and sucked it. I forced my mouth down on him, determined to take it all. Gagging I breathed through my nose, and felt him enter my throat. I could not take it all, not at this angle.

I used my other hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock and spit down on it. This would help me not choke on his big cock and stroke it to keep Scott happy. I played with Scott’s nuts and rolled his orbs around in my hand.

“Fuck yeah, baby, that’s it,” Scott purred. “You are a good little cock sucker, baby.”

I could feel his cock swell in my mouth, and I could taste his tangy precum. I was so into this that I bobbed harder down onto his cock. I had about 7 inches inside me. Scott was thrusting up to my face, too. He was punching deeper into my throat. I started to gag. I had to pull back for a moment and catch my breath. I had tears streaming down my face and gasped for air.

Scott wanted the action to continue and told me, “get on your knees. Put your chest down and your butt up.”

I felt butterflies in my stomach and I did as I was told. Scott moved behind me. As I got in position I felt him spread my legs apart. He spit directly on my ass crack and I felt it run down my crack toward my hole. He did this a couple more times then used his finger to spread it around my hole. I was so ready for him, I pulled his finger into my body.

“Shit, baby, you have a hungry ass tonight,” he said with a smile on his lips. “And tonight is your lucky night, cuz you are going to be fucked silly.”

Scott moved and pushed his thick hard shaft up and down my crack. When he encountered my center, he pushed forward. Unlike previous couplings, where Scott would spread me slowly – sawing in and out to and take me gently, this time he buried his cock in me to the hilt. I screamed into the pillow my face was mashed into. I felt the wiry hairs of his crotch rubbing my ass. His balls lay against mine, swinging slightly and tapping into mine.

Scott stayed bottomed out in my ass. My chute was convulsing against the intrusion. My balls were on fire and hung further from my body. Scott held still and lowered his hairy chest to my back. I loved the heat he radiated. He bent down and licked my ear then whispered, “I love your sweet, tight ass. Tonight you are gonna be fucked like never before. You are going to be begging me to cum in you. Don’t touch your dick, baby. I’m gonna make you cum just from fucking you. Get ready to be my cum dump, bitch!”

He pulled back slowly as I groaned. The pain was fading with his retreat. When he pushed back in, there wasn’t as much pain. I could feel my body trying to accommodate his incredibly long cock. He was so big his cock was moving my guts around, making room for the intrusion. Back and forth, slow, gently, he fucked my ass.

“So, you liked the story about how I lost my cherry, huh?”

I just grunted below him. Without lube, this was pretty tough going. I knew if we used a little lube it would be better. “Scott, please….ohh, god, aughhhhh – we need lube……………..augghhhh………….please!” I begged.

“Easy baby, it will get easier for you,” he replied. “The second guy to fuck me happened 3 years ago. Met a great guy in Malibu. His name is Marcus. We met on the beach during a run. I knew I was gay already. Been fucking for the last 20 years. But only a top – only the fucker. Not the girl, like you.”

Scott jabbed me deeply as he said this. I yelped into the pillow. Holy shit, why was he so aggressive tonight?

“Anyway, Marcus and I met on the beach. We ran for a couple of miles. Talked about our jobs. Talked about cars and other shit. I asked him if he was seeing someone and he laughed. I laughed, too. He told me that he was gay and had been out since leaving the service after his commitment was over. I told him that I had come out after graduating form college – but had a lot of fun there, too. Just under the radar screen. We were a good match for each other. Both really competitive guys. Anyway, he started joking with me that he could beat me to the next house up the way. I called bullshit on that and he told me he would bet his ass on it. I didn’t take him literally, which was a mistake. Marcus took off in a full sprint. I did my best and stayed pretty close, but he outpaced me by a couple of lengths. Marcus waited for me up by the house. I came up panting like a dog. Kind of like how you are panting now, baby.”

Scott was pulling his cock almost all the way out – leaving the flared head of his cock at the rim of my ass and driving all the way back in. “This is called long dicking baby.”

I swore into the pillow. Every time I was getting comfortable…getting used to his cock, he would change. He was really working my ass tonight.

“Anyway, Marcus grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs, onto the deck and into the house. He pulled me right to him and kissed me. He pulled my shorts from my body and dropped his shorts, too. He didn’t waste anytime at all, he dove down to my dick and gave me a great hummer. I was moaning in no time. And his fingers started playing with my nuts. We were covered in sweat. Marcus started rubbing my ass and shoved a finger in me – I yelled no to him – but he said a deal is a deal. I got pissed and jumped up, pulled on my shorts and left. He yelled after me that I would be back and owed him.”

Scott pushed my back down until my stomach was flat on the bed. He lay on top of me and humped down in to my hole. This brought about a whole different set of feelings. This cock stayed deep in me and he kept jabbing me deeper. “This is called deep dicking, faggot.”

I was getting pissed off at him. I didn’t like the names he was calling me.

“Stop calling me that, Scott.”

“Hey, you are just a guy with a dick up his ass faggot.” He drilled me harder and harder. I couldn’t keep up with him. I was moaning into the pillow, biting into it. Scott was panting in my ear. I could smell his breath, the booze and cigar smell was beginning to bother me.

“I saw him the next couple of days. He was cool as always, but aggressive. I ran with him to his house, then left him. Just teasing the hell out of him. Couple of nights later I bumped into him at a bar. Problem was, I was loaded. So was he. We left together and went right to his place. He kept on telling me he was gonna fuck me. I told him I was exit only and that I was the one who was gonna fuck him crazy. When we got there he mixed a couple of drinks and took out some pot. We got all smoked up – first time I had done that since college. He got serious and said we had to figure it out. Who was gonna fuck who? We went back and forth and then he challenged me to a blowjob contest. Whoever could get the other off first would win the prize –their opponent’s rear end. Well, I knew I could suck some mean cock and was sure I could beat him. Plus, my competitive streak was fueled by the booze and pot – so I agreed. That was stupid – thing is, this boy could suck a golf ball through a garden hose. We got into a 69 and went to town. He took me all the way down to his throat and milked my dick. What a body this guy had. Tight muscles all over. I had been with black guys before, but he was special. And what a cock – 8 inches with a huge helmet on top. That was my downfall. His head was so big I couldn’t get it down my throat. Marcus on the other hand had me at the brink in minutes and even shoved a finger in my ass to throw me over the edge. Once it happened, I was ass up over the chair. He had to use poppers on me to loosen me up. God that first time hurt like hell. Kind of like your first time. We have been together ever since. And I made a deal with him. He can fuck me twice a year. On his birthday and the anniversary of our first time.”

He had fucked me for a long time as he was telling me his story and I could tell he was ready to cum. He pulled back a little and pulled me back up on my knees. My cock was hard up against my stomach. The pressure of laying on it was gone and it was banging up against my stomach with every thrust of Scott from behind me. My ass clenched down on his cock. His cock started swelling. The thrusting was much easier from all his precum. He groaned as he shot his load deep in me. I could feel his cock swelling, then it throbbed and pulsed inside me. I could feel a hot discharge spreading deep inside my guts. When I felt that I started to pulse out a thick load underneath me.

He pulled out of me and I heard a slurp. I lay down into the cum filled sheets. My ass felt used. Scott’s cum was leaking out of me. I was tired. Scott got out of bed and said he would be right back and that he wanted to fuck me again. Jesus, I thought to myself – this guy is like the energizer bunny of sex. He went into his room. I put my face in my pillow and rested.

I was in a daze for a while. I didn’t even hear him come back in the room – I just felt the bed move. He moved up behind me again. He pulled my ass up to the air and pushed my legs apart. My head was still face-down in the pillow. I knew what was about to happen and didn’t even look back. It was dark anyway – the only light in the room was the digital clock readout on the bedside table – which cast an eerie red light on that right side of the bed.

I lay silent and felt him rub his hard cock on my ass. His cum was leaking out of me and was coating his cock head. He lined his shaft to my opening and pushed forward. I felt the tip of his hot, hard, cum covered cock tickling my entrance. I pushed back and down, trying to relax my muscles enough to admit the wide dick pressing against my sphincter, feeling the tip poke inside, then more of the head slid in, stretching me until I ached. His cock feel different. His head seemed huge. Just before I was about to pull up due to the pain, I felt his flared cock head spread me and drive inside me.

“Holy shit, Scott – slow down,” I cautioned him. I pulled my head off the pillow to draw a deep breath. Scott was pulling my ass cheeks apart and massaging my ass at the same time. I was overcome by the invasion and had to bite my lip to shift the pain from my ass to another part of my body. I could feel the head of his cock pushing further into me – this incredible thickness sliding up inside me. Scott was shifting positions when his cock hit resistance – which shot painful cramps inside me. But he would twist his hips to the side a bit and push forward. It seemed to take forever this time. His cock just kept spreading around that thick head. I got some more sharp abdominal cramps and had to breathe through them.

“Jesus Scott – your cock feels thicker than ever.”

It was slow going and I had to pull away a couple of times. The stretching wasn’t as bad on my ring – it was deeper inside me. I felt stuffed. I did feel slight pleasure, but the pain was still considerable. I began to pull myself back and forth on his cock and the pressure seemed to lessen a bit. Scott was kneading my ass from behind and that help relax my ass muscles even more. Each thrust seemed to go easier.

Scott pulled out of me and guided my hips – turning me back down onto the bed. He lifted up my legs and spread them wide. He moved between my legs and lined up his cock to my hole. He pushed again. My eyes tried to pierce the darkness of the room, but it was pitch black and I shut my eyes in frustration.

My hole had closed a little in the few seconds we’d changed positions, forcing it inside steadily, and I moaned as it slid deep into my sore ass. When it passed my prostate I threw my legs over his shoulders and spread myself even further for him. I reached down with both hands and pulled my ass cheeks apart, further opening myself to him. God, his dick felt huge!

When I felt the front of his thighs touching my buttocks I felt like something was wrong – but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Something just wasn’t right. I had deep pains in my stomach. My cock was shriveled up like a little turtle between my legs. I couldn’t breathe well. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but nothing came out except sharp little grunts. He pulled back quite a bit and drove home. I couldn’t breathe. My muscles started twitching all over. It was like I was having a Charlie Horse all over my body. He didn’t care. He kept on slicing in and out of me. The saving grace was all the cum in me, lubing me up.

He leaned down to me and lay on top of me. Now I knew something was wrong. This guy was not Scott. He smelled different. And the biggest difference of all was his smooth skin. He didn’t have any chest hair. His body seemed a bit more slender than Scotts, too…more compact, yet more muscular. He bent down to kiss me and there was nothing I could do – but take it. My body was not responding. He was thrusting in and out of me, leaving the thick head of his cock in me for my ass to kiss, then driving straight into me. He was thrusting back and forth, getting into a steady rhythm, pulling me back towards. My cock was mashed between us, being crushed by the force of his thrusts.

“Whoooo…..” I moaned, unable to form a sentence as I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Enjoy it Jason – that is one huge slab of meat in you, baby.” Scott’s voice did not come from the body above me, instead from the foot of the bed.

“Jason, meet Marcus. Marcus, this is Jason,.” Scott acquainted us. “Jason, I told you that you were going to get fucked to death tonight.”

I was overwhelmed with emotions and I couldn’t breathe right. I was moaning low in my throat.

Marcus rolled us to the side of the bed and stepped off. His cock pulled from my body and the relief was immediate, except when the flared head of his cock passed my ring. He was so thick that it felt like the crown of his cock was pulling my ass ring from my body. He pulled me to my feet facing him. He pushed his dick between my legs and lifted me up by my ass. His cock found my hole. He tilted my hips back and pushed forward. Again, sharp pain as the head went right inside me – expanding my channel around the thick head of his cock as it traveled deep inside me. I was concentrating so hard on not ripping my asshole that I moved exactly as he wanted. As he stood, I was pulled up off the ground. Out of instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist and held tight. My arms went around his shoulders and I pulled him tight.

Marcus pulled me to him, and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were thinker than Scotts. I couldn’t even kiss back. He pushed my lips apart with his tongue as he kissed me deeply. He was panting now, too – but out of sexual energy, not pain and agony like me. Deep in me I could feel my prostate pushed up against my channel. As Marcus continued to thrust in me he panted directly in my ear, “god you have a tight pussy!”

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“Grampy…, will you be my Show and Tell?”

Would you not agree that this would be an unusual way to start an affair?

Yet, with this innocent request from my, not yet seven year old granddaughter Alexis, the next FIFTEEN years of my life were changed forever.

Of course I complied with her request, meeting with her second grade teacher, Mrs. Adams and then telling a story to her class. My story telling was one of the reasons my granddaughter and I were so close. The other and most important reason was that she lived in my house with my wife, her dad and I, her existence the result of a brief liaison between our son and Lexi’s mom.

Mom was no longer in the picture.

The class enjoyed my story so much that I’d been invited back twice more, each story met with laughter and delight. This was especially true of the last one, at the very end of the school year, when my suggestion that her teacher make a list of each child’s, “favorite summer things,” was met with some skepticism by Mrs. Adams.

However, the resulting inclusion of each of her students within the storyline, along with their favorites, had her laughing along with the class. Their open mouthed…, “How does he know that?” looks and questions to Lexi, became her favorite part of the whole experience.

Evidently, Mrs. Adams felt somewhat the same, as she asked me to stay in the classroom that day, while she brought the class to the cafeteria for lunch. When she returned, we sat down facing each other on the only two adult chairs in the room and she made point of telling me how great a kid Alexis was, that she knew the circumstances of Lexi’s upbringing and that she admired what my wife and I were doing. Before I could thank her for the kind words and tell her how much Alexis loved her and her class…, she leaned forward and as her hand reached out and dropped onto my knee, she asked, “Is there any way I could get to know you better?”

OKAY…!

While I wasn’t naive or unworldly, her actions and the accompanying question startled me. It also caused me to look at her in a way that I hadn’t up until then.

She was young. She was young…, and attractive. Young and attractive in a, young school teacher way. Attractive without trying, hardly any makeup, her clothes looking like she bought them from, “Pilgrims R Us,” seemingly everything she wore had high necklines, long sleeves and the length was down to the floor.

All that…, and a wedding ring!

Okay, I’ve got control of this.

“Not much to know,” I mumbled, “making a living, taking care of the family and really enjoying entertaining Lexi’s friends and classmates.”

I guess that wasn’t what she expected, or maybe she’d just thrown it out there, because then she said, “Well…, I know I’d love to have you continue to tell my students stories. Please stop in my classroom in September and maybe…,” looking at me hopefully, “we can set up a schedule for you to tell your stories.”

I promised that I would, but…, I was still a little taken aback by the brash nature of her statement. I had no doubt that she’d been gaziantep rus escort coming on to me and I hoped my reply would show her that I didn’t feel the same.

The final day of school, Lexi brought home a note that was signed by her teacher and all of the students, thanking me for the stories…, and hoping that I would continue, “volunteering,” in that same manner.

My wife thought that was a great idea.

By the middle of the summer, I’d stopped thinking about Mrs. Adams and started thinking about telling stories to Lexi’s third grade class.

Then we took her to the County Fair.

Lots of animals, lots of vegetables, lots of cotton candy and among all of the other things, a display of quilts made by local quilters. We weren’t through the door of the exhibit hall when Alexis shouted, “MRS. ADAMS!” and dashed away.

Because I was still holding the door, the thought, “Quilts… Pilgrim…?” popped into my head.

I got inside just in time to see her leap into the arms of her teacher, the two of them hugging, obviously both just as happy to discover one another.

Mrs. Adams shook my wife’s hand, “Please, my name is Elle,” (pronounced “L”) as Alexis introduced the two of them.

The two of us needing no introduction.

But looking at her…, a “re-introduction,” might have been in order.

White shorts, just long enough to escape the label, “short shorts,” but short enough to show off her tanned and toned legs. A tank top that had a scooped front, cut just deeply enough to show off some nice cleavage and a hint of tan lines over the top of a lacy bra. Throw in her blond highlighted hair that was plied up on top of her head, and just enough makeup to accentuate her tanned face…, she looked sensational!

Still holding Lexi, Mrs. Adams asked, “Is your grandfather still telling you stories every night?”

“Yup,” she exclaimed, “and he has Lily and Janice in them now too!”

“Well I’ll bet they’re jealous that he’s not telling them the same stories,” she answered, “and I’ll bet all your friends in my class wish he was telling them stories too,” giving me a million watt smile.

“Well,” announced Lexi, “he already promised that he’ll tell stories in my class next year…, and my friends will be in them too.”

“Well,” Mrs. Adams huffed in the same tone Lexi had used, giving me a cross look, “I hope he won’t forget my class and how much they’d enjoy hearing his stories.” (I wasn’t ready to start calling her, “Elle”)

My wife then promised that I wouldn’t forget her class and she then introduced us to the other women in her, “Quilting Bee,” and explained the intricacies of the items on display.

Naturally, “Grampy…, I love this one,” had me dropping a considerable sum on a very well done, “Little Girl’s,” quilt, “…, it will match my bedroom!”

“Nice to meet out,” from she and my wife. “Great to see YOU!” with a whirl and a big hug for Lexi. “And I hope I see YOU when school begins,” with a warm shake of her hand, as we walked away, the quilt in my hand.

“Holy shit!” in my head as I turned to look at her one more time.

Just by the way she’d looked at me…, I knew.

The last thing I needed was to be volunteering in HER classroom!

Luckily, when school started, I was involved in expanding one of my businesses, so I wasn’t around for much of the first few weeks of classes.

Lexi reported to her grandmother that both her new teacher, “…, and Mrs. Adams,” were wondering when I was going to come in and set a schedule for storytelling.

It was the first thing I heard when I got home.

I wrote a note to HER new teacher, offering open dates on my calendar, in the hope of satisfying one of them.

If possible, that seemed to make it worse!

“OH! Forgotten about my class already!” was the, supposedly, tongue in cheek response I got in a note, when Mrs. Adams learned of my offer.

In an effort to forestall further indignant correspondence, I took the courageous step of offering to meet her on, “Parents Night,” knowing that my wife would be with me and whatever “Elle” might have in mind…, could be put off till some later time.

So what happened? I had to go to Parents Night alone. Lexi got sick, gave the cold to her father, and my wife ended up staying home with both of them.

“No problem,” I said to myself, as I skulked through the corridors to Lexi’s classroom, “I’ll be out of here before Adams even knows I’m here!”

Of course, all of the teachers were running late, this the one night when the majority of parents decide to see what the inside of the school looked like and actually showed some interest in their children’s educational process.

I know…. I was being cynical, but I really needed to get out of there! I thought about just sticking my head in the door and telling Ms. Yelle, Lexi’s new teacher, that I’d catch her during the week…, but that might have turned out worse. So I stuck around, hiding in an empty classroom.

Finally, with only one set of parents left, I got in to see Ms. Yelle. We were talking about how I might use my to storytelling talents in a way to increase the children’s interest in reading…, when Mrs. Adams stuck her head into the room.

“Oh oh,” Ms. Yelle groaned, “sorry Mrs. Adams! I’m almost an hour behind schedule and he just got in here.”

Turning to me, “I promised her I’d call when you arrived,” she explained, “and I forgot all about it.”

Turning back to Elle, “We should be through in a few minutes. I promise I’ll have him go to straight to your room!”

I smiled at Mrs. Adams, who was back in Pilgrim mode, this time a full length denim bib dress, a white turtle neck shirt underneath, “I promise I’ll be there.”

“Thank you,” and she was gone.

I was finished with Lexi’s teacher sooner than I hoped, but she wanted to get out of there, the night already more than an hour longer than anticipated.

With no way of dodging Mrs. Adams, less I become”persona non grata,”in the school, I trudged down to her classroom, a hundred reasons why I shouldn’t raging in my head.

My only hope was a couple of more parents waiting…, nope, no one waiting.

I knocked on the open door and stuck my head into the room.

“HOLY SHIT!”

Gone was the chin to toe denim bib dress and turtle neck. In its place was a mid thigh black skirt, royal purple boat neck sweater and black platform high heel shoes. If that wasn’t bad enough, her hair was perfect and she was wearing just the right amount of makeup to glamorize her youthful good looks.

And if that wasn’t bad enough…, the boat neck was hanging very dangerously forward, the sweater now more resembling a cowl top, with no evidence of a bra showing up anywhere!

“It’s about time…,” a proclamation rather than a greeting, as she got up from her desk and started to walk towards me.

“Ahhhh…,” my contribution to the conversation.

She was ten feet from me when I put my hands up.

“Mrs. Adams…,”

“Elle,” she interrupted.

“Elle…, is there something you’re trying to tell me here?”

“What would make you ask that?” with another of her killer smiles.

“How about less than half the clothes you were wearing ten minutes ago…, and the missing wedding ring?”

Looking down at her left hand, and then back up at me. “How observant of you.”

“That I noticed the new wardrobe?”

“And the ring!” waving her hand towards the same two chairs we’d sat in a little over four months earlier.

Once seated, she moved her chair far enough forward that our knees were touching.

I moved back a few inches, asking before she could move, “Mrs…”

“Please call me Elle,” now sitting up straight.

“Elle…, what it is you’re trying to do? I mean, I know what you’re trying to do…, but why?”

“Why?”

With that, her whole expression changed. It seemed as if someone or something, had let the air out of her.

The sexpot that had been sitting in front of me…, was now looking very vulnerable and completely unsure of herself.

For some reason, and it wasn’t lust, I reached across and took her left hand in mine. Looking her in the eyes, I again asked, “Why?”

As she broke eye contact, her voice subdued, she said, “This is my sixteenth year of teaching. Every year I’ve given the same, “Show & Tell,” assignment and every year I’ve had my students bring in dolls, pictures of their pets and stories of amusement parks. Knowing Alexis, knowing her story and then having her ask me if she could bring…,” now looking back up at me, “you into class because you are her favorite thing….” She laughed, “I had no idea what I was going to do with you. I’d never had…, well I’ve told you that already. So on the day you were coming in to meet me, my attempt to find out what you could possibly do for, “Show & Tell,” I was expecting a grandfather…, a grandfather like mine,” now a smile, remembering. “Plaid shirt, baggy pants held up by suspenders, smelling like his cigars… and I was listening to her describe you as she was showing me the picture that she’d drawn of you…,” quiet, her eyes glassy, “and then she looked up and her eyes lit up…, and I knew…,” a hiccup, a catch in her voice, “I knew you were standing there…,” Now she took my hand in both of hers, “I fell in love with you the very first second I looked up at you.”

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WOW, “it” finally happened!!! I had had my first sex, and it was with a fellow monk in the monastery. It was great.

I was a 20 year old virgin and had fantasized about both woman and men. I distinctly remember “wanting” Sally and Roberta in grade school and Cathy and Bonnie in high school boarding school. Never did anything about those feelings and practiced my vow of celibacy to the letter. I had great fantasies about women, and jacked off to erotic fantasies of women. I was hooked on fantasy and self-pleasure.

I had become a monk and was sent to a small town in Indiana for my novitiate. Noviate is a time to ponder vocations and the religious order I was joining. The place sucked. We were isolated, mistreated and just plain miserable.

I continued my nightly jack off sessions dreaming of Sally, Roberta Cathy and Bonnie. I also noticed that another “Brother” who was my classmate was starting to openly “flirt” with me. I did not have any feelings for Brother “TML”, but loved the attention that I was getting. It was like “dating” in the outside world. He would shower me with attention and always would take the seat next to me. He would seek me out for conversation and during our limited “rec” time. I enjoyed the devotion and the submissive behavior by Brother “TML”. I really hadn’t thought about much more than “Sister TML” performing duties which I did not want to do. He would always show up and help with my monastic chores and sit down beside Anadolu Yakası Escort me during REC times and TV times on Sunday evenings. I enjoyed the flirting and Brother’s help. I started feeling a “crush” towards Brother. I still jacked off to thoughts of women, but would often have flashes of “TML” blowing me or of me shooting off on him.

It happened. During a monthly Name’s Day celebration where the Novices could drink cheap wine, I got a total buzz. “Sister” followed me to my room where I invited him to come in. Our rooms did not have chairs, so we sat on my single monastic bed. I don’t to this day remember who started, but soon I was on top of Brother, dry humping him/her until I came. He was totally blissed out, and I sure the hell was too. I finally had a human contact to go with my fantasies. We did the dry hump sessions many times during the following weeks. Then, it started with Brother/”Sister” taking my cock and slathering it with Vaseline and beating me off till I would come and come and then come some more. He was happy to give and not receive. I was ecstatic to finally have my come land in someone’s hand other than mine.

It soon became a tad kinkier. Brother “TML” asked me to spank him while he jacked me off. I was happy to oblige. He handed me a mini-whip which I used on him with great pleasure. About this time we also started frenching and I would kiss and bite on his -girl titties for hours. I would also give her hickeys all Kartal Escort over her body, “Sister” would give me love bites all over my body, I relished giving him/her hickeys on her neck where they could be seen by the others brothers in our community. loved the dominance and having my boy-slave “do me” whenever I desired.

I desired “Sister’s” hand jobs a lot. We would often have twice-daily “good loving/ good scourging” sessions as often as our monastic schedules allowed. He too, was in heaven servicing me and getting his ass whipped and spanked. I was very happy to oblige my boy-toy and often would raise red welts on his pure white monastic ass. I loved the power.

Again, our “games” changed. Brother / Sister “TML” started kissing and licking my balls and my cock and wanting me to whip his ass harder and harder. I was totally into it. He paid very special attention to my cock head and licked it like I were a human lollipop. He would always stop and let me come on his hands or on his tits. I finally convinced Brother “TML” to let me cum gallons in his willing monastic, cherry, mouth. All I had to do was beat his ass and take incredible pleasure. I loved it. Sister’s mouth was taking hot streams of my cum and she moaned with passion, excitement and obedience every time that I came in her mouth. Bother / Sister never swallowed, but swirled my cum like a fancy French sauce in her mouth.

I also convinced Brother “TML” to let me ass fuck him. I Maltepe Escort would only Vaseline and fuck his cheeks, no penetration, but again I came and pleasured myself for hours. Brother was my cum toy. He wanted more and more and he would take his daily whippings as he lay on his stomach until he too came and came again. I wanted to dominate and make him beg to blow me and let me cheek fuck him. He was mine. I was his cum master. “Sister” “TML” was my obedient, docile slave, cum receptacle and my “toy”. I certainly enjoyed his blow jobs and his total submission to me and to my cock. I loved the whippings and spankings which made him totally compliant, begging for more and more. Brother “TML” was mine, and she gave me great fulfilling pleasure and a place to park my cock during our monastic free times. Damn, I was happy to “give” and certainly to receive.

OH, Brother/Sister TML, I still fantasize about your service to your Master. I still lust when I jack off thinking that it’s your mouth of your ass that I am cumming in. I loved your attention. I loved when you called me: “Master!” I loved having my cock in your mouth and embedded in your ass cheeks. I loved your lollipop sucks and beating your ass raw. 30 years later, and I still miss waking up with you giving me a good morning blow job.

I have had other women, but no one has adored and worshiped my cock like you. I want to cum in your mouth and have you swallow. I want to fuck your cherry, white ass raw. I want you on your hands and knees begging to “do your master” and to swallow and swallow and be my boy-toy, fuck muffin, cum receptacle as I again whip and beat my boy toy’s ass with paddles, whips and chains.

What do you think???

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I wasn’t so surprised, this time around, to see Abigail on my client list for another massage session. Part of me was wondering if she would stay away, but she had clearly enjoyed her massage and fucking session last time. She hadn’t reported me for lewd behavior. So I knew there was a chance that she would return.

But I was definitely pleased. I had, ever since that one session two weeks ago, planned hundreds of different massage sessions for her. I pictured spending an entire session on her breasts, seeing if we could make her cum that way. I wanted to rub her all over as a vibrator hummed inside her. Would she let me fuck her mouth as I rubbed her shoulders? And so on.

So when I went to the room to prepare for her session, I came up with a vague plan. Hopefully, she would still want to fuck—that had to be why she returned, right? She wouldn’t return for just a plain old massage, unless it was part of a plan to drive me crazy.

Hmm. Maybe that was her plan.

I went out to the waiting room and found her there, wearing tiny daisy duke shorts and a low-cut black t shirt. Her hair was left down, stopping just above her ass, and she was all softness and curves. She was smiling broadly as she saw me come out.

“Last time was just so good,” She said by the way of a hello, “That I just had to come back.”

“I’m glad,” I said, noting the two other people in the waiting room along with Betty, the receptionist. “I always try to please me clients. Any soreness from last time?”

“Just the good sore,” Abigail said, blushing slightly. “Like I’d been worked over hard, you know?”

Ha. Yeah. I knew.

I lead her to the room, which was across the hall from the one we used last time. “Same thing?” Abigail asked. “Strip and go under the covers?”

Mmm. “Well, I was thinking,” I said in a low voice. “The covers just got in the way last time. Why not just lie on top? It’s not like I haven’t seen you in the nude before.”

“Hmm,” Abigail said playfully. “I’ll get cold.”

“I’ll keep you warm.” Besides, there was a heating pad.

Abigail suddenly grinned. “Well, then. I suppose you won’t object to getting naked too? In the name of convenience, of course.”

I smiled and put a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Okay. Just let me go outside so it looks like we’re innocent.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Abigail said. “I’m nothing but innocent.”

I snorted and left the room, closing the door behind me, and had a quick idea. I went to the cabinet where we kept spare lotion, and found one of the few bottles of oil we had for people with skin allergies. Perfect.

I waited the right amount of time, my cock getting stiffer by the second, then knocked on the door and came in. Fuck—Abigail was lying like a centerfold model, on her right side, her knees slightly bend and her breasts playing peekaboo through her hair. There isn’t a more erotic sight than breasts poking through long hair—any guy will agree, and probably any lesbian too.

Well,” Abigail said, idly tracing a pattern on her naked hip. “Your turn.”

Yup. I started off by taking off my shirt, throwing it against the door eagerly. My khaki shorts came off next, and finally my briefs. Out I sprung, my dick eager to meet Abigail.

Final item was my socks and shoes, which I just kicked off. “So, ma’am,” I said. “Am I fit for duty?”

“Looks like,” Abigail said. I walked a bit closer to her and she stopping running her fingers on her hip, instead reaching out to my dick. “You’re big.”

“Eight inches.”

“Thick, too.” Abigail used her pinky finger to swirl around the tip of my cock, and I gave a low groan. “I didn’t really get to see you last time—didn’t get to appreciate. Does he have a name?”

“Not really,” I said. I knew some guys who had named their dicks, but it felt a little creepy to me.

“Hmm,” Abigail said. “Little Dean. Dick Dean. Dean’s Beans.”

“Or you could just call araban escort it my dick,” I said.

“Mmm. Dean’s big cock—it just wants to get in my pussy, doesn’t it? Pound away and bottom out? Feel me squeeze and twitch around you?”

She started swirling with her index finger now, faster, and I groaned again. Then she stopped and lay face down. “Massage time,” she said. “If you blow so early, what are we going to do?”

“I wasn’t going to cum this early,” I retorted.

“Well you might have started fucking faster, and where’s the fun without a bit of foreplay, hmm?”

Well, two could play at this game.

I took her hair off her back and brought it to the top of her head. Then warmed the oil in my hands and pushed down, just like I had last time. Only this time, I pushed as far as I could, down past her ass cheeks, and gave a few circles of her pussy hole. A little creamy white juice was already coming out, so I rubbed it in.

This time, Abigail groaned, and like I dreamed of last time, my dick was right by her mouth. I gave a few bounces, so it slapped her on her mouth, and she rewarded it with a long lick.

I came back up and started working on her left shoulder. “I’ve been thinking about you,” I said.

“I’ve thought about you,” Abigail agreed. “I kept on thinking about you, and then I would have to play with myself, and so yesterday, I went, why not come back? Because it was the hottest thing, Dean. Knowing that someone could hear us. Knowing that you wanted me enough to risk everything. Knowing that you were going to fuck me.”

“Tell me about it. “

“You were there!”

“No, I mean, tell me about you playing. Maybe the last time. The time you were so desperate you knew you had to come back.”

“Hmm-mmm,” Abigail said as I started working on a knot. “Well, I have a long commute. So typically, I would start thinking of you while driving home. I drive past the community college, so maybe that is why. And I would remember how good it felt—how hard I came.” Goosebumps came on her back. “Does that make me dirty? That I liked that somebody could come in on us, or that someone could hear us?”

“Sexy,” I said. “Or sensual. Nothing bad.”

I felt her give a little sigh by my dick. “So I usually wear skirts to work, so eventually, I get horny. And the first time, I was stuck at this red light and thought, why not? So at the traffic light, I hiked up my skirt and put my panties to the side.”

My dick twitched at the thought. “Mmm.” I said. “No nipple play?”

Well, I didn’t want anyone to see,” Abigail explained. “I mean the whole point—well, some of the point–was that I could be caught, but I don’t want to be. So no nipples. At that light, I just took a finger and strokes up and down, a circle around my clit to a circle around my pussy.”

I can feel her muscles loosed as she tells the story. I move, so unfortunately my dick isn’t by her face any more, but go to her lower back so I can have a look at her pussy. I can almost see it throbbing.

“Just slow circles,” She says. “And then the light turns green and I had to take my hand away. I’m telling you, this made me want traffic. And I hate traffic!”

“So what did you do at the next red light?”

Abigail sighs and brings her head to the side. “Figure eights this time. I might flick my clit, purely on accident, of course, but never going inside. And with my other hand, I teased my thighs—slowly running up and down.”

I couldn’t resist it. I took my oiled hands and went between her legs, running up and down her thighs. Abigail gasped. “Like that,” she murmured. “Like that. Dean, you need to touch me.”

“Not yet, ” I said. “This is sweet revenge for playing with me earlier. What happened at the next red light?”

“Just a pinky inside,” Abigail said. “But always moving. Rotating. Going in or out. Slowly. And with my other hand, just up and down. Sometimes stopping below my clit, sometimes stopping above.” She tried to grind into the bed, but there’s no relief for her there.

I run my fingers through her hair as I go over to her other side. “And the next light?”

“I just wanted to get home at this point, but I also wanted all the ref lights so I could actually get going,” said Abigail. “It didn’t seem safe to fingerfuck while driving, and I like to tease myself. So the next light I did two fingers, my index and my middle. Fucking myself at a good pace. And I let my thumb go up, like a bunny ears, so it would hit my clit…Dean, please.”

I smiled and pushed down on her left side, getting her ass cheek but not what she needed. Abigail tried to thrust her ass up but I brought my hands away from her ass; she tried to reach down but I caught her hands. “Not yet,” I saw. “You didn’t tell me how you got home.”

I moved back to by her head, so my dick is jutting out by her face, and she can smell and see me, teasing her some more. I rub up and down her neck. “I’m a clit girl,” Abigail said. “I mean, maybe many women are, I don’t know. So the next light, I don’t bother with my pussy. I spread my lips up and out with one hand, and on the other hand, just rub as fast as I can. Licking my hand to keep it nice and wet, pinching my clit, doing circles at some points and just grinding against it at others. But then the light turns green and I have to get going, and I can start to feel some juices near my thighs, they’ve run down my skirt. And it’s just one more light until I get home.”

I look down at my dick. It’s purple, some precum leaking out. I didn’t know the hearing about how a woman could get off would do anything to me, but this was definitely doing it for me. “And then?” I ask.

“Final light,” Abigail said quietly. “And I came close, I really did. I pinched and squeezed my clit, I pounded my pussy with three fingers, I was bouncing up and down on the driver’s seat and maybe someone could see, but all I wanted was to cum. But the light turned green, and I couldn’t. I was never able to cum until I got home, any time I tried. But you could make me cum. You could fill me up right now, Dean, please…”

“You still haven’t answered my question,” I said, reaching down again. Surely she could see my dick by her. “What changed your mind?”

“Well, two days ago, I park my car in the garage and I’m desperate,” Abigail said. She pauses to give my cock a little lick and then blows, her own sweet form of torture. “My roommate was doing laundry, the dryer was on and I knew that meant she was home, but I didn’t care. I took off my panties and skirt and sat on top of that old, thumping driving, humping myself and thinking of you. And I came, I squirted all the way down it…please, fuck me…”

I can smell her a bit now, so I figure my torture is over. I stop massaging her neck and instead walk around the table, trailing a few fingers down her back, until I reach her sweet bottom. I take each leg and pull her down the table, making her straddle it, so her glistening pussy is available to me. “So when you were rubbing yourself up and down,” I say, taking a finger from each handing and rubbing the outside of her slit, then the inside, opposite directions. “You were thinking of me?”

“Yes,” She said, giving a little gasp as I carefully avoided her clit that was peeking out from the hood. It was dark purple.

“And the figure eights?” I asked, now moving my fingers that way, around her clit and her leaking hole.

“Yes,” Abigail said, her breath hitching as I went faster. “I pictured you.”

“And when you pounded in your pussy at the red lights?”

Abigail gasps as I dig three fingers into her pussy without hesitation, moving up and down, as fast as I can. “Yes,” She said. “Yes!”

“And as you fingered that clit?” I ask, using my other hand to move apart her folds, and seeing that purple head. It was just begging to be flicked, so I started with that, then just rubbing, up, down, left, right…

“Yes,” Abigail cries out. “Yes! Fuck yes…I’m going to cum, I…ahhhhh…”

I could feel her walls grip my fingers and see it trying to milk me, but I didn’t stop either pounding away or rubbing her clit. Twice she tried to lift herself away from me, her pussy so sensitive after her orgasm, but I didn’t let her. I just let her continue on the high until eventually she was just gasping for air, and quiet.

“I haven’t tasted you yet,” I said. “That is a shame.” I licked off one hand; she tasted like salted cream. Delicious. I use my thumbs to peel apart her folds and kiss her pussy softly, once, twice, then stick my tongue inside and out like a quick lap, then suckle the hole, then explore down nearer her front, trying to find those drops of cum to eat.

When I feel her start trying to grind against my chin, I know she’s ready again. I get up on my knees behind her on the bed, kneeling, and carry her up so her back is to my chest.

“I feel you,” Abigail said.

“You know why you couldn’t cum at the traffic lights?” I ask Abigail. She shakes her head. “You weren’t doing anything to these beautiful breasts.” I knead them with both hands, getting her inverted nipples to pop out, lightly circling them as I continue to massage. “It’s criminal, to ignore them like that.”

“I didn’t want anyone to see” Abigail mewls.

“You work in an office building, right?” I ask Abigail. She gives another nod. “Good. Tomorrow, when you’re thinking about me, I want you to take two binder clips. Just the small ones. Then, before you leave, go to the bathroom and take off your bra, and bring out these nipples.” I take my hands away from her breasts, to get my fingers wet, and then bring them back down, playing with her nipples some more. “When your nipples get nice and hard, put the binder clips on them.” I pinch her nipples with my hand, and she hisses.

“It’ll hurt,” Abigail said.

“No, it’ll feel,” I said. “It’ll feel even when you’re driving. And you’ll know that you’re doing what I told you to do. You’ll cum. Trust me.”

And as I say that, I bring my cock between her lips, feeling new wetness bathing it. Abigail moans. “You were very loud last time,” I said. “You need to be quiet, understand?”

“Yes,” Abigail said.

“Kiss me.”

Abigail turns her head to the side and brings her lips to mine, and as she touches me there I thrust inside. I feel her moan in my throat. Unlike last time, where I was just slamming from the word go, this time I take it more slowly. Halfway in, halfway out. Full in, full out. Halfway in, long pause, out.

“Dean…” Abigial says, breaking the kiss.

“Shh,” I say, before suckling her earlobe.

“I need more.”

“Then take more.”

Abigail reaches down, between her legs and mine, and I feel my balls resting on her hand. She gives them a slight squeeze, and then she’s not just meeting my thrusts, but thrusting back.

I build the pace, feeling myself start to slam against her ass. I take a hand and reach down to her clit, flicking it, while her spare hand reaches to my back and helps hold her stuffy. Abigail is gasping, and I feel her start to twitch on me.

“Squeeze,” I say.

Abigail squeezes, with both her hand and my pussy, and I fuck her one, two, three, four, five more times before I feel myself explode inside of her. Abigail tries to rise off of me but I stop, leaning back onto my feet and helping her to sit on me.

“Wait,” I say, and I run my fingers through her hair and along her scalp.

Eventually, the two of us stop moving. I lift Abigail off of me, exiting her with a slight pop, and she turns around to look at me. “I still haven’t tasted you,” Abigail says softly.

“You can clean me up,” I suggested.

I was surprised—but maybe I shouldn’t with Abigail—but she did bring her head down, and lick me off, until I was clean again. “I could mostly taste me,” She said, sounding disappointed.

I kiss her lips softly. “Don’t worry. There’s always next time.”

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First I want to thank whoredinarygirl for reading and editing this story and giving me some very valuable pointers. This is a true story of mine from college, although names have been changed for anonymity.

*****

This story takes place in December of my sophomore year in college. At the time, I was a single, 20 year old, standing six feet-one inch, and weighing a slim 185 pounds. I was very proud that I had not gained the “freshman 15” and was very proud of my body, and definitely not too shy to show it off to whatever girl wanted to see it! I was also very proud of my good sized, seven inch, circumcised cock.

Nearing the end of the semester, everyone was stressing out about finals and finishing all the work required to pass our courses. While in a conversation with one of my friends, she mentioned that she had found one thing that really helps: a massage. It helps to help relax, relieve some tension and just reset to focus on studying.

Later that night, while studying and feeling my back knot up, I decided to give it a shot. Being young and naïve, I had no idea where to look for a massage, so I decided I would sent my friend a text asking who she went to. She promptly texted back, “So glad you asked. You have to go see Michael, he is the best. You will not be disappointed; just make sure you go with an open mind and go with the flow.”

Thinking this was a little weird I thought to myself, what the hell. This could be fun. I’m all for going with the flow. Hell that’s what college is for! I then shot Michael a text…

“Hi, Michael, my name is Eric. My friend Becky gave me your number saying you give a great massage. I sure could use one before finals.”

“Hi Eric, I would be more than happy to give you a massage. How does 2:00 pm tomorrow sound?”

“Sounds great.”

He gave me his address and then asked, “So what all did Becky tell you about the massage?”

“Well all she said was that I won’t be disappointed, to go with an open mind, and to go with the flow. Whatever that means.”

“Ok, great. So are you going to do all that?”

“Yes, definitely. I’m a pretty laid back guy, and heck, college is all about going with the flow, so sure.”

“Perfect. I look forward to seeing you, Eric.”

I went to bed that night wondering what tomorrow might bring, very excited to experience whatever came up.

I got to his house right at the scheduled time. He answered the door wearing athletic shorts and a baggy, cut off sleeve shirt. I thought it was a bit odd that I could tell he wasn’t wearing any underwear because of the outline of his partially hard cock was clearly visible as it ran down his leg only being held back by the mesh of his shorts. Seeing this instantly made my heart race. I was getting nervous, anxious, very excited, and even very horny. Michael looked to be in his early thirties, 5’11”, 210 pounds, and I’d describe his body as athletically muscular, not over done but having plenty of tone.

He led me back to his massage room. It was a regular bedroom that he had converted into his massage studio. It had two full walls of mirrors, one that ran parallel with the side of the table, and another that ran across the head of the table. The lights were turned down low, a space heater was running (making the room quite warm), soft, soothing music was playing, and it had quite an aromatic and slightly aphrodisiac smell in the air.

“Thanks for coming and being on time, Eric. Feel free to get undressed as far as you would like. Most prefer to be nude, and quite frankly, underwear can get in the way depending on its size, but it is up to your comfort level. When you’re done lay down under the sheet and begin to relax. I am going to step out and get myself ready; I’ll knock when I am about to come back in.”

Feeling my heart racing I managed to respond, “Thanks Michael.”

As he closed the door I began to take off my clothes, starting with my shirt, then my shoes and socks, then slid my pants down and finally took off my boxer-briefs. Standing there naked I couldn’t help but admire my body in the mirrors. As I felt the blood begin to fill my cock, I decided to lie down in case he came back in and saw me semi-erect. Taking deep breathes, I began to try and relax my entire body, knowing full well that being relaxed and letting him manipulate my body as he sees fit will ensure the best massage experience possible.

Hearing the knock, I look up to see Michael coming in with a bottle of lotion in a pouch wrapped around his waist. I turn my head and watch him walk to my side, beginning to squirt the oil in his hands.

“You ready, Eric?”

“Yes, absolutely. I’ve been looking forward to this massage. Believe me, I am ready to have your hands relax me… Boy, that probably didn’t come out right.” I was kicking myself for being so forward, hoping I didn’t come off wrong.

“It’s ok, Eric. I think I know what you mean. I’ve been anticipating getting suriyeli escort my hands on you as well.” Yet again, I see his cock twitch in his shorts, and begin to think he has more on his mind than just a massage, to which I am very open to.

He steps closer to me, “Go ahead and put your head down in the holder; relax, I’ll take good care of you.” I adjust my head and begin to feel his hands rub my back, starting with my shoulders. He steps to the head of the table rubbing my shoulders and my back, sliding his hands down me further and further each time, until eventually they slide under the sheet with each stroke and then back up my back. As he bends over to reach my lower back, I can feel the warmth and slight stiffness of his penis rub and rest against my head.

Next, he slides over and stands on my right side, continuing to massage my back. I again feel his cock rub against me, but this time on my arm and hand. I don’t say anything, wanting to see where this goes, and being very turned on by the feel of it. He works down from my shoulders to my lower back and then right up to the top of my butt. He then adjusts the towel so it is folded in half, completely exposing my right butt cheek. As he continues to fumble with it I decide to go out on a limb, “If it’s easier, you can just push the whole sheet to the floor.”

“You sure?”

“Yea, I’m sure plenty of guys have seen my ass in the gym locker room over the years anyways.”

“Yes, but seeing and touching are two different things.”

“It’s ok, I’m sure it will be worth it.”

I feel him fold up the sheet, hear him place it on the floor, step back to me and begin rubbing my thighs. He lifts the right one, spreading it to the edge of the table, and does the same with my left leg. I feel myself being exposed and get even more turned on.

“Do you mind if I take my shirt off? I am getting warm in this room, but I have found that the heat creates a much better massage environment and adds to the experience.”

“No, I don’t mind at all. Like I said, I’ve been in plenty of gym locker rooms. Get as comfortable as you’d like.”

I peek to my side as I see him strip off his shirt. As I am admiring his body, he catches me looking, smiles, and tosses his shirt to the side and goes back to massaging my legs. He starts on my right foot. Working his way up my calf, I feel one of his hands running up the inside of my leg. As he continues up my thigh, I am so relaxed that I can’t help but to let out a soft moan the instant his hand reaches the very top of my thigh, just under my butt. His hands are running all over my thighs and up and over my butt. With each stroke, he gets closer and closer to my crack, until I finally feel his fingers run down the center and across my hole. He runs his hands up my thigh gently across the bottom of my scrotum then up my crack and again passing over my hole. This time though I feel him slightly push against it as he passes over it. Again I let out a moan, a bit louder than the last.

“That’s good, just relax and enjoy your massage. I promise to take great care of you.”

“I’m sure you will. And don’t worry, you could do whatever you wanted to me I’m so relaxed.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

His hands are now working my left leg, and as they travel up my inner thigh, he stops at my balls and begins to massage them with one had as I feel his other hand come around and begin to rub against my butt hole. He softly begins to work his finger into me. First I feel just the tip, then the first knuckle, but he keeps pressing until his entire finger is inside me.

“Oh, God, that feels so good. I’ve never felt anything like this.”

“This is only the beginning. I’ll show you so much more before we are through.”

“Yes, please do. I’ll do anything you want me to.”

As his finger is slowly moving in and out of me, I feel him begin to press another finger in and soon he is fingering me with two fingers. The feeling is amazing. It hurts a slight bit, especially at first, but soon I become accustomed to it and feel only the pleasure it is causing. His other hand has snuck its way under my body as he slightly lifts my hips, causing his fingers to go into me even more as his other hand wraps around my cock. My left hand is still at my side, until I reach up for his cock, stroking him through his shorts. The heat, length, and hardness of his cock turn me on even more.

I softly whisper, “These are just in the way,” as I begin to tug his shorts down his legs. I feel his cock come free and immediately wrap my fingers around it. “God, you are so big,” and I look over my shoulder I estimate that he is at least nine inches, if not bigger!

He continues fingering me as I pull him toward the head of the table. He manages to keep his fingers in me and I begin to lick up and down his hard cock. The taste is magnificent and it’s only moments before I have his head in my mouth. He moans and begins to slowly slide his hips forward, putting more of his cock into my mouth until the head hits the back of my throat and I gag. He pulls out, steps away from the table, slides open a drawer and pulls out a narrow butt plug/dildo.

“I’ll use this to warm you up some more.”

“Yes, please, this cock is huge.”

While still on my knees and elbows, I go back to sucking his cock, trying to work as much of it into my mouth as possible, without gagging too much. I end up using one hand to stroke him as my head bobs back and forth. He puts some of his massage oil on the dildo and I feel him reach around me and begin to insert it. There isn’t much resistance at first since his fingers have already been loosening me up some, but when it starts getting thicker, he slows down. With one hand, he holds my face down on his cock so I can’t pull off and tell him to stop or scream as he pushes more and more of it into me. Finally I feel the base and can’t believe the sensations. I am so horny at this point my cock is leaking pre-cum onto the table. I feel his hand begin to push further on my head and his cock begins to slip into my throat. For the first time in my life, I am deep-throating another man. All the while, he is working the eight inch dildo from tip to base all the way in and out of my ass. I am being completely used and loving every minute of it.

“Roll onto your back, Eric.”

“You sure you want me to stop?”

“You’re not stopping, just re-positioning.” He pushes the dildo all the way into me. “Don’t worry, the dildo is made to stay in place so we will keep this there for a bit.”

I roll over, and as I do, he removes the head support from the end of the table. This causes my head to hang off the end of the table. I realize what he has in mind as he puts his cock to my mouth. He now has an almost direct line through my mouth and into my throat. After a few slow movements in and out, again deep-throating his cock, I feel his balls hanging down and resting against my nose. He now has his entire nine inch cock in my mouth. Never before have had I felt a feeling quite like this and it only makes me wonder what it will be like when I have this same feeling with his cock in my ass.

“You are a very quick learner, Eric. You are a natural born cock sucker, that is for sure.”

With his immense girth and length in me, all I can do is moan my approval. For only the second time, I feel his hand reach out and grab my cock and begin stroking it. With my head in this position I cannot do much on my own, and Michael begins moving his hips in and out, sliding his cock through my mouth and throat. He pulls out occasionally, allowing me to breathe, and causing streams of saliva and pre-cum to follow, connecting the tip of his cock to my mouth. He grabs his cock by its base and slaps me several times on the cheeks and nose with it.

“You ready to feel this cock inside you?”

“I don’t know, it’s so big.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll go slowly. It will probably hurt a bit at first, but you’ll get used to it. Now, how ’bout you stand up, spread your legs a bit, and bend over the table at your waist.”

“Ok.”

As I bend over, I look to the side and see the image in the mirror: me bent over and him sliding the dildo out of me.

“Hold your cheeks apart a bit as I lube you up some more.” I feel him squirt more of the oil and lube down my crack and work it into me, and he applies a generous amount of lube to his cock as well, stroking it with his other hand from base to tip. The scene is so erotic. The anticipation of being fucked for the first time is overwhelming.

“God, this is so crazy. I can’t believe you are about to fuck me.”

“I can’t wait to feel your tight, virgin ass. I hope this won’t be the only time I do.”

“I doubt it will be.”

I see him in the mirror step up behind me. He places one hand on the small of my back and guides his cock to my hole with the other. I feel the tip touch me, sending a jolt of excitement through my whole body.

“You ready, Eric? I’m about to start entering you. Just relax, take deep breathes and just let it happen.”

“Yes, I’ll do my best. Just go slow. I’m ready for you.”

He begins to slowly apply pressure. I feel his head begin to open me up and it breaks through and enters me with a pop. I tense up; he strokes my back and my butt, whispering, “Relax, I’ll hold it here until you’re ready for more, just let me know.” I take a few deep breathes, move my hands up and rest my head on them, close my eyes and tell him to go ahead, I’m ready for more. He puts both hands on my hips and I turn to watch in the mirror as he pushes his hips into me, causing inch after inch of his cock to spread me open and bury itself into my now not-so-virgin ass.

“Oh my God, this feeling is amazing.”

“Ya it is, you are so tight. Does it hurt at all?”

“Yes, it does slightly, but the pleasure is amazing.”

“Good.”

“How much of you is in me? It has to be all the way in, right?”

“No, almost half. You’ll know when my entire nine inches is in you, believe me.”

I can’t believe he is only half way into me! I already feel so full and can’t imagine what it will feel like when he is completely in me. I relax more as I feel him press into me. With each inch that goes in me, the ecstasy gets greater and greater. The pleasure is overwhelming. I am moaning more the more I feel of him. The skin of his hips presses against my butt; I feel his testicles rubbing against mine. He is now fully inside of me. All nine inches of his cock is buried in my ass.

“Oh my God, this feels so good. Please fuck me. Please. Please fuck me now, Michael.”

“Gladly.”

He grabs my hips with his long, muscular fingers and slides his cock slowly out of me. All but the tip, and then works its length back into me. Working up a rhythm. Sliding in and out of me. I feel him squirt some more lube down my crack and it gathers on his cock as it slides into me.

“You ready now, Eric? I am about to really fuck you. Like you fuck those horny college girls. You are going to love this.”

“Yes, yes, please Michael. Please fuck me. I need this. So bad.”

His tempo increases. He is now fucking me. Rocking the massage table that I am leaning on. I reach up and grab the edge of it on the sides of my head. I am moaning uncontrollably. Watching our reflection in the mirror I see his ass flexing, his mouth open, the sweat rolling down his face and over his well-defined pecs. He is moaning as well, telling me how nice and tight my ass is.

He speeds up even more, really fucking me hard. I can’t even remember if I have ever fucked any girl this hard. Both hands move up to my shoulders, pulling my body onto him as he thrusts into me.

Breathlessly, I say “Mike… Mike… I think… I’m going… to cum… I haven’t… even… touched my cock… yet!”

“Don’t, don’t touch it. Just let it cum. You’ll love it.”

I feel my cock begin to spasm, look in the mirror and can see it shooting spurt after spurt of cum under the table. As I’m cumming I feel my ass spasm as well; tightening and loosening on his cock.

“God, I think I’m going to cum, too, Eric.”

“Please Mike, please cum in my mouth and on my face. I want to taste you.”

He pulls his cock out of me, “Ok then, get on your knees.” I turn around and fall to the floor, watching him stroke his cock. I open my mouth and slightly stick out my tongue, just in time to see his cock head swell, spasm and start shooting his cum in my mouth. He has quite good aim as most of the warm liquid makes its way into my mouth, with only some hitting my cheeks and chin. I hold as much of his cum in my mouth, waiting for it all to come out. I look up at him and make one big gulp of a swallow, feeling it all slide down my throat. It’s warm, somewhat salty, but tastes very good. I scoop what had hit my cheeks and chin and bring it to my mouth and swallow it as well.

Feeling exhausted, I look up at him. He asks me, “You ready for a shower now?”

“Absolutely, just hope I can stand. My whole body is tingling and spasming. This is amazing.”

“I’ll lead you.”

We go into the bathroom, he turns the water on, leads me in and proceeds to wash me off from head to toe, front and back. He drops down to his knees to wash off my legs and while down there, puts my semi-erect cock in his mouth and gives me one of the best blowjobs I have ever had. “I wish you could fuck me one more time, Michael.” I say as I look down at him. “I will, Eric. Just not today. But feel free to come back whenever you like. I loved fucking your tight ass. And now am loving sucking this gorgeous cock of yours.”

As he goes back to work, bobbing his head up and down on me, I feel one hand reach around and him insert a finger into my tender ass. He reaches right for my prostate, presses against it, and I feel another orgasm coming on.

“Oh Mike, whatever you are doing, don’t stop. Oh God, I’m going to cum AGAIN!!”

I feel the cum rushing out of me and straight into his mouth. He swallows it all, stands up and finishes washing me off. He shuts off the water, steps out, wraps me in a towel and dries me off. He dries off and we step back into the studio room. We put our clothes back on and he leads me to the door.

“Like I said Eric, feel free to come over and get a massage whenever you like. Hell, feel free to come over even if you don’t want a massage. My door is always open. And don’t be afraid to bring Becky with you. I love playing both sides of the field!”

“That sounds great, Michael. Thanks for this. That was amazing. I’ll definitely be over again.”

As I’m leaving I text Becky, “Just finished my massage with Michael. It was amazing. Will definitely be going back.”

“Oh ya? Did he rub you good?”

“You have no idea Becky.”

“I bet I do. I’m waiting for you at my apartment, hurry up and come over here so you can tell me all about it!”

To be continued?

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I should have known that the sneaky Dutchman had all the angles figured when he suckered us into betting against a myth in the Men Only back room at Cowboy’s Bar in Bangkok’s Patpong district. He waited until the third revolution of the happy hour clock—when we were all soused and sluggish—and then entered with a boy-built Thai. I recognized the Thai immediately as a champion bantam-weight kick boxer from the arena over by Lumpini Park. Knowing the Thai, I figured he probably was a lot closer to thirty than he was to twenty, but he wasn’t much over five feet tall and was skinny as a rail. All corded sinew, though, and I’d seen him put opponents in the hospital over in the ring. He still had all of his facial features where they belonged and was quite well turned out in looks, so it’s obvious he’d been able to defend himself successfully.

Those of us holding up the bar couldn’t isolate—even when we revisited the issue several days later—who exactly brought up the question of whether the myth that two guys could fuck another one in the ass simultaneously was fact or fiction. But it must have been the Dutchman. He must have had it all planned before he brought the Thai kick boxer into Cowboy’s.

It came down to the boys at the bar against the Dutchman. We all said it was a myth, and he asked us if we wanted to take up escort bayan bets on that. Suckers that we were, we did. We even thought we’d put one over on him, when one of us had the presence of mind to stipulate that we could pick the cocks that would be buried and, that stipulated, took the time and effort to do some comparing and measuring. The Dutchman even let us check out the Thai’s hole on a surface inspection, and led us into doubling the stakes when we saw there was nothing especially slack about the Thai’s backdoor.

I came up second longest and thickest, so I was picked as one of the house champions. Dennis, a news agency journalist, who was a good fuck buddy of mine, got highest honors, which pleased me; we’d taken turns with each other as top and bottom, and I enjoyed either position with him.

After Dennis and I had stripped down, I was pleased to see that the Thai was showing that he thought this was all a good idea. He was all smiles and winks and lustful looks. It should have been another signal for us when he didn’t seem to mind what was going on—but for all we knew, he hadn’t been clued in on the plan at that point yet—or, indeed, just didn’t understand English very well. We cleared a space in the center of the room and someone found a cot mattress from somewhere in the depths of Cowboy’s back establishment, and we had our arena.

Dennis, the Thai, and I engaged in a good half hour of three-way feeling and kissing, and stroking, cocksucking, and greasing ourselves up lavishly with lube to get us all in the mood and to get Dennis and me lengthened and thickened to the point where we assumed our bet was well covered. In time, though, I found myself on my back on the mattress and the Thai straddling my hips with his thighs. And then he was settling on my cock. Dennis had a hand under there, fingers wrapped around my cock and rotating my dick head in what felt like a tight ass opening. But then the Thai arched his back above me, settled his pelvis, and he was coming down on my cock, swallowing it with his ass, the muscles of his canal walls undulating along the sides of my cock as he settled down into my lap. He was driving me crazy down there, and I managed to tell Dennis between gasps what was happening. The boxer had magic ass muscles and was going to make me cum and start going flaccid before Dennis got his cock into position.

The Thai was grinning above me, going for my nipples with his strong fingers, trying to bring me past the brink.

Forewarned, however, Dennis pushed the Thai’s chest down toward mine, tipping his hips up, and I felt the giant mushroom head of Dennis’s cock at the base of my dick where it was encased by the Thai’s asshole. Dennis was grunting mightily from the effort to enter the Thai, and the Thai, his face very close to mine, was registering pain in his eyes and panting with exertion himself.

But slowly, ever so slowly, Dennis’s cock was sliding in and I felt its warm, hard, yet pliable skin pushing in on the underside of my own cock. All three of us were straining now from the effort. But somehow the Thai took us both. He reached a point where we were both beyond the entry-level of muscles in his ass, and I could see the transition in his eyes from overriding pain and some sense of uncertainty to triumph and “ride me hard” lust.

We’d lost the bet to the Dutchman, who was showing no pain or exertion at all as he walked around the circle of oglers, pulling in cash. But, without the exchange of audible signals, Dennis and I managed to agree to get a good ride for the money. We started pumping the Thai in counter pistoning that produced arousing friction I’ve never felt in a corn-hole encounter since. And good sport and magnificently conditioned athlete that he was, the Thai went with us and we all bucked to near-simultaneous ejaculations.

So, now, whenever I hear anyone pooh, pooh the idea that double penetration can even be done, I just smile a little smile and remember how I got more value in losing a bet in the backroom of Cowboy’s bar than I’d have gotten if I’d won.

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I just watched my friend’s dad servicing my new roommate’s cock…

And I enjoyed every second of it. It was, without a doubt, the hottest gay experience I’ve had in my 7 years since opening up my sexuality to homoerotic pleasures. I have to emphasize the word “gay” in that statement because it isn’t the hottest overall sexual experience I’ve had in my entire life. That distinction goes to an afternoon threesome with my friend’s mom and one of her milfy friends. Nonetheless, this one is going to be hard to beat when it comes to guy on guy action. Believe it or not, I wasn’t even part of the sexual activity, just an innocent bystander. Let me do my best to explain why I think this one tops the list. I hope you like it.

I

Even though I started way back in high school, I only tell people about my gay sex life online. It’s convenient to be able to get into the juicy details of my experiences while remaining anonymous. I share the details of my hottest experiences because I enjoy reading the experiences of others. Unfortunately, not many dudes are willing to go into explicit detail about the tastes and smells of some dude’s crotch. Even though I’ll watch the occasional gay porn video, the format of erotic stories is more interesting to me.

The problem with identifying myself as a straight guy is that I’m occasionally into hooking up with guys looking for oral sex. Though the majority of my sexual experiences have been with women, the first time I engaged in intimate relations with another person was sucking a stranger’s cock in the alley by my house. I haven’t gone beyond oral sex in terms of same sex encounters, but I’ve serviced to completion since my first time dropping to my knees. I’ve had a few relationships with girls that I’ve really enjoyed, but the allure of a quick rendezvous with another horny guy usually gets the best of me.

I might go more than a few months between giving or receiving a casual blowjob, but I always reciprocate and swallow the load. Label my orientation whatever you’d like, the most important thing is that I love the taste of a good creamy load of semen. I’ve never engaged in anal sex with another guy, and have had way more encounters with chicks than dicks. That doesn’t mean I’m not good at being gay, though. When I was a freshman, I managed to suck off my political science professor and his TA in the library bathroom before. That counts for something, right?

I’m comfortable with most guys beneath the belt, but most of the time I don’t feel like getting intimate with some dude I just met. That’s why I make all of my serious relationships and intimate sexual experiences with females. I’m pretty sure I’m only into guys because I am way too horny to satisfy my needs with heterosexual relationships. Getting girls in college is a lot more work than finding a horny dude willing to swap some head within 15 minutes of contacting them. I get a lot more intimate with women, especially if I’ve put a lot of effort into getting them into my bed, but my libido is way too high for the average female sex drive. Luckily for me and my special needs, we live in an era where hooking up with guys is not only a viable option for sex, but it’s easy as hell to do.

Starting as a desperately horny high school virgin, I learned pretty early on that sucking dick is an easy hobby to maintain. This is especially true in the vicinity of the university I am attending. While I had my fair share of encounters during high school, it turns out that if you get a large number of guys aged 18-22 and put them in the same general area, an abundant amount of cocks will be available for sucking and an abundant amount of cocksuckers will be open for service. With the freedom of being away from family and old friends, the college student demographic is a wonderful pool to select from.

I’ve had plenty of fun since I first became sexually active, working my way from strictly older men to giving nerdy freshman boys their first blowjob. Unlike some older dudes I’ve been with, guys my age are always ready to pull out their hard cock and get to work. I still have my fair share of hookups with older men. Even though only a few partners have expressed their interest in it, there is a lot to be enjoyed from a daddy/son dynamic. In my experience, the best way for a young man interested in exploring intimacy with same sex partner is by letting an experienced older man show them the ropes. If the first time you expose your physical and psychological sexuality is in a comfortable situation with someone who knows how to ease you into the exploration of masculine sexuality, chances are you’ll be open to going back for more.

The most passionate, intimate, and pleasurable sexual encounters I’ve experienced have been with partners that are considerably older than me, both men and women. The experienced sexual partner is someone who knows exactly what they want from me, is able to listen to what I want from them, and is usually in gaziantep lezbiyen a situation where a longer sexual experience can be shared comfortably. There are far more older men willing to hook up with someone young enough to be their kid than there are women, so I have gotten to know some of the patterns when it comes to offering a fresh young body to guys that don’t have many opportunities to enjoy youth. It makes perfect sense that the best blowjobs I’ve received have come from older men. They’ve had significantly more practice and are more enthusiastic about getting multiple loads in a night out of a rock hard cock.

II

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve started shifting away from older partners and am now primarily interested in genitals closer to my own age. While the benefits of hooking up with college students mostly exist in terms of physical attributes and convenience, there are a few reasons why I believe that cross-generational sexual encounters are a necessary part of my sex life. How many college dudes have a private home with a comfortable couch or bed where spending a day giving and receiving multiple orgasms with proper accommodations for that sort of thing?

Libido is where college guys win hands down, almost to the point of a fault. Being able to suck a load out of a nicely sized cock less than 30 minutes after making them cum first followed by reciprocation is pretty awesome. Unfortunately, there are guys that are way too eager to cum, ruining all the fun just as we’re getting started. The only thing worse than first timers shooting their load within a few seconds of pulling it out of their pants is having to put up with dudes who haven’t yet come to terms with the idea of casual oral sex with another dude. I got started with the fairly standard model of meeting guys on hookup sites, deciding on a meeting place, showing up without drawing attention to myself, dropping my shorts or dropping to my knees. It’s so simple, yet so many college dudes just can’t follow through.

So I probably have a higher than average amount of sex, but that’s not something to brag about. I’ve met quite a few dudes that just aren’t as attractive as I expected to be, but when I promise to suck until completion, I follow through with my word.Ultimately, the payoff is worth it though, with the occasional collegiate athlete showing up to my neighborhood for a little stress relief before the big day. The majority of my experiences are pretty tame, with the occasional dorm room threesome between a couple of cute freshmen curious about other guys but too afraid to start exploring spicing up my experiences.

No one knows about my sexual activities with other men apart from myself and the dudes looking down or looking up at me. Most of the time, it’s in the darkness and I rarely even tell them my name. All they need to know about me is that I can suck good dick and my loads are pretty thick. At least that’s what I’ve been told by a few guys, including the foreign exchange guys who can hardly speak english. The moans I hear and the loads I swallow are enough to make me confident in telling guys that I give good head.

III

I’m not all fun and games, however. Most of the time I’m a pretty studious person with plenty of focus on school and extracurriculars. Sure, I’ve found myself with a mouthful of my fair share of study partners and club members, but there’s never been a time where I’ve put sex before school. One area where I won’t let myself even think about sex is my current living situation. Over the years, I’ve gotten good at keeping that part of my life a secret, with discretion being of vital importance when I was in high school. I live in a 2 bedroom house near my university with two other guys, saving money on rent by splitting it three ways. I am lucky enough to have the small bedroom to myself, while the bigger room has enough room to comfortably hold two beds and a pair of desks. Steven and I have lived together for a year and a half now, along with my friend Matt who just moved out following winter graduation. We’ve lived here comfortably with a fairly standard living experience for college students, with my straight roommates unaware of my wider than usual sexual preferences.

When Matt was certain he was going to be graduating, Steven and I put out an ad for the newly vacant living space last semester, with more than a dozen applicants hitting us up in less than a week. This was the first time I wrote an ad that wasn’t a proposition for casual oral sex, making it a little weird for me. Instead of using cock size and sexual health as selection criteria, we narrowed it down based on academic standing and responsible behavior. Since I had my own room, we were primarily trying to find a good roommate to move in to Steven’s room. I can’t imagine how Steven and Matt could share a room with each other, a total lack of privacy for taking care of their natural needs as young men. My door had a lock on it, giving me the privacy I needed to not only masturbate regularly, but engage in finding sexual partners and planning hookups on a semi-regular basis.

The guy we ended up choosing, Mikey, is a mechanical engineering major in his third year at the university. While our decision was made primarily due to his studious and polite demeanor, I do have a secret that I kept from Steven when we enthusiastically accepted Mikey’s request. Before I continue, I have to admit that Facebook stalking a stranger is pretty creepy in almost any situation, but choosing a roommate is a special circumstance where peeping on someone’s social media is understandable. I keep a very low presence on social media, trying to have as little information online as possible. I wouldn’t want any weirdos trying to find me after a one and done kind of deal, especially when I’m trying to keep my sexually active lifestyle with males entirely separate from females. Girls don’t usually feel comfortable if they find out I

suck better cock than they do.

IV

As I said, I keep my sex life entirely closed off with my school life, including my housing accomodations. Steven and Matt are two dudes that I refuse to sexualize for obvious reasons, although Matt’s tall and skinny build made the accidental full frontal exposure last semester hard to block out from the occasional homosexual fantasies that end up with hooking up anonymously. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t try to find a guy with the similar features and build as Matt, pretending that my roommate was the one shoving his cock in my mouth. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with sexualizing Matt right before he moved out, it’s not like anything would have happened in the final few days of living with him.

Trying my hardest to keep my horniness out of my current housing situation, I honestly considered giving the entire selection process up to Steven. I stopped myself when I imagined the kind of crap I’d have to put up with if we ended up getting a shitty roommate. Looking through the applicants, we would look all of them up on social media if they looked like a possible candidate. It was at this point that I made the mistake of looking a little too hard at the pictures of a few guys showing off a little too much in their profile pictures. Unfortunately, I let my deviant side take the lead while going through Mikey’s roommate application. The 20 year old boy applying to move in with us is a fit black athlete with the kind of body that overrides my heterosexual sexuality, replacing my psychological response to arousal with a more primal sensation in my physiology. As a white guy having a fair share of sexual experiences with black chicks during college, I’m very open to the contrast between the racial makeup of my sexual partner; good sex is good sex, regardless of the colors of our skin.

The prospect of a new demographic of a fresh college student’s sexuality was inexplicably exciting to my libido, despite having gone a few months without any tendencies for the rush of same sex encounters. Even though this is a sensitive topic for some folks, I have to admit that the powerful lust for big black cock made my pale white skin tingle with goosebumps, with my subconscious manifestation of homosexual tendencies reaching down between my legs. Steven was unaware of my throbbing boner while we creeped through Mikey’s pictures, uncovering his athletic years in high school and the nerdy engineer attending college. The delicate features of Mikey’s face made him quite the looker, with the multiple girls alongside him scattered through his pictures evidence of his attractive qualities. Deep down, I envied the hot girls in his pictures. Had these sexy young pieces of ass experienced the pleasure of locking eyes with Mikey as they knelt between his muscular thighs, servicing his thick black cock with the pathetic oral techniques typical of teenage girls?

Needless to say, my pornhub search history for the next couple of days is embarrassingly predictable for a newly acquired appetite for the gifts bestowed bestowed upon Mikey’s body. As fucked up as it sounds, the thin layers of fabric standing between my eyes and the dark brown skin of my soon to be roommate were hiding more than a mouthful of cock dangling over a heavy handful of balls filled with the healthy seed of an active 20 year old male. I couldn’t possibly predict the fine details of Mikey’s reproductive organs, but I have always leaned towards the natural wrapper of skin waiting to be pulled back while servicing their animalistic needs through an act of homosexual pleasure. I wore myself out that week, tugging away at my rock hard shaft while watching huge black dicks being stimulated to an explosive climax of thick gooey cum. I didn’t mind whether a man or woman worked on the dark meat filling their mouths with the savory taste of throbbing manhood, the thought of seducing the sexy engineer moving into my house made the sticky hot juices flowing uncontrollably through groin erupt all over myself and my bedsheets within minutes of dropping my boxers.

V

I couldn’t look him in the eye when his car pulled up to our driveway. While Steven and I prepared the house for Mikey’s arrival, I had to convince myself to drop whatever notions of gay sex with my new housemate that I had used for private gratification in the weeks leading up to this day. Mikey was bringing the bulk of his belongings in his car, but his desk and bed were too big for a sedan. We had planned to borrow a pickup truck from Steven’s dad, but were only allowed to use it while he was with us. I’m pretty sure Steven’s dad is named John, but I had only met him twice before during the initial move-in a few semesters ago. I couldn’t bring myself to walk outside to greet our new living partner, especially while wearing the athletic shorts suited for an active few hours. First impressions can easily be ruined by showing off a 6 inch tent poking out of my shorts, a dangerously loaded piece of sexual machinery aching with gay intentions. Steven and Mikey would be put in an uncomfortable situation if I let the homosexual urges filling my primitive sexually charged mind to the point of an anxious physical response.

Steven’s dad John showed up moments later, pulling up to the curb in his white pickup truck. By his attire, the middle aged man showed no intention of performing physical labor alongside his son and his roommates. Like Steven, he was a serious man with a strong attitude about getting things done the right way. The arrival of the truck meant it was time to get into action, a welcome distraction to the struggle between my rational self and the inconvenient sexual drive plaguing my 21 year old body. Avoiding eye contact, I shouted a quick hello to the person in my driveway talking to Steven. The black figure in the corner of my eye couldn’t be sexualized if I just kept my attention off of him and focused on the task at hand. Steven and I helped Mikey move his boxes into the larger bedroom, giving me ample space to avoid an unwanted appraisal of the goods. I chatted with John a little bit in between boxes, working up a sweat while he sat on our couch facing the door. I heard Steven and MIkey chatting while I did my part, with the voice of our new companion sounding significantly less manly than the mental version I had developed during my inappropriate fantasies of submissively worshipping the stiff rod filled with the liquid treasure I lusted for between his legs. I wished I could be wearing the same jeans that John was wearing, tight enough to contain my genitals in case of unexpected arousal.

The fight between my own best interests and my cock hungry mouth was only made harder by the smell of Mikey’s cologne. His car reeked of the sporty scent he wore on his clothes, a clean smell that matched the young black man wearing it. The trail left by the air around him filled my nostrils as I walked past my roommates in the hall leading to their room. Mikey had a lot of stuff, with boxes filling the space that once held Matt’s bed and desk. I wasn’t looking forward to moving his bigger stuff with the truck, but it had to get done somehow. When we finished unloading the sedan Mikey had arrived in, John tossed the keys to Steven and told him to drive carefully. Surprised by the change of plans, the three of us piled into the single bench seat of the truck and made our way to Mikey’s old place. I started my first conversation with the person I had mentally defiled all week, looking out the window in an attempt to avoid thinking about the fantasies of seducing a straight college student that I had repeatedly used to bring myself to orgasm. Talking about our backgrounds and college experiences, I managed to block out the mental picture of his athletic body leaning back into our couch while I tasted the warm black skin of the special treat he kept dangling between his thighs.

VI

The soft-spoken acquaintance sitting next to me was obviously an intelligent dude, able to carry an interesting conversation with people he had just met that morning. Steven was enthusiastically sharing his interests with his new roommate, with the excitement between the two of them masking my wandering thoughts. The firm thigh pressed up against mine entered my mind, initially as a curiosity about his athletic background, followed naturally by the idea of Mikey’s body hair in that region of his body. By the time we reached the parking lot, I had let my curiosity reach the sensations that would become tangible upon fulfilling my carnal desires on the unsuspecting 20 year old pressing against me with every turn. By chance, Mikey got out of the truck through the drivers side door, giving me half a second to push the growing rod of white flesh up against my waistband. Walking behind them up the stairs, I zoned out of the conversation and focused on keeping my secret safe. If I had managed to keep my tastes for more than a single gender a secret from Matt and Steven for three semesters, I could surely hold it back for just a little bit longer.

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“Hello?

“Hi, this is F.

“Hold on a second…OK, F., I have Micheline’s number for you.”

I wrote the number down.

“Thanks. Bye.”

I hung and picked up the phone in a single move, then dialed the number.

“Hello?

“Hi. Are you Micheline?

“Yes.

“My name is F. I got your number from the Agency.

“Hello F. How are you?

“I’m fine, thanks. How are you?

“Not too bad, so to speak.

“I’d like to know if we could meet someday and get to know each other.

“Why not? That’s why we joined the Agency, didn’t we? Tell me when you want.

“Wednesday, would it be OK for you?

“….Yes, that’s OK with me. Could we meet at Place des Ternes?

“I’ll be there. 6pm?

“Just fine.

“See you then.

“Good bye.”

***

I parked the car in a nearby street and walked to the metro exit on Place des Ternes. In the distance, I could see some women waiting for the bus. I knew she was blonde but I couldn’t tell who. The bus arrived before me and I slowed down to observe. Fortunately, only one blonde remained on the sidewalk when the bus was away. She was petite with a round figure, wearing black leather jacket and skirt.

“Hi. Micheline?

“F? Hi.

“So…

“So?

“…do you want to have a seat and drink?

“Sure.”

We went to a nearby pub. We talked, telling each other’s life story. She was divorced with one child and looking for friends, hoping she might find true love again.

“I want company, to go out, to have a good time. I’m not that old to live like an old maid.

“You’re right.”

Time passed until it was too dark to see each gaziantep escort other. We left the pub and wandered around, looking for a place to eat.

“Say, I know a place not too far from here. They make great pasta.

“Oh, yes. I love pasta. Show me the way.”

The waiter took us to a quiet table, the right place for a candlelight diner, except that there was no candles.

We ordered and started eating. After the antipasti, she pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“You smoke?” I asked.

“Yes.

“That’s too bad.

“Why so?” she asked.

“It’s a drug and it’s lethal.

“Yes, but it’s legal.”

We resumed eating and, with some helping wine, the atmosphere got warmer. She was about to take another cigarette when I stole her pack.

“Could you give it back, please?” she asked.

“I know I shouldn’t but I trade you one cigarette for one button.”

She was wearing a tight T-shirt and minutes before I had teased her about the way her generous breasts stretched the upper buttons to the edge of explosion.

“OK,” she said, decreasing the pressure and revealing more of her décolleté.

“That’s a pretty sight,” I said, pulling out a cigarette.

“Thank you,” she replied.

I wondered if it was for the compliment or the cigarette she was now smoking.

Minutes later, she asked for another one.

“What is it for this time?” she asked.

“Another button?” I asked.

She gave me a penetrating stare. I didn’t know what to think.

“What about that…” she said.

Her hands reached for my head and pulled it gently over the table to meet her lips.

I had been taken by surprise and the time I realized and wanted to give it back she already had released my head and sat back in her chair, smiling.

“Well…I guess that’s worth two cigarettes,” I said.

She laughed and I laughed with her, handing her her pack back.

She lit a cigarette and the fire in her eyes was not a reflection of the flame of her lighter.

We kind of raced the end of diner. We left the place and headed for my car, chatting carelessly.

“Here it is,” I said. “Did you like it?

“Yes,” she answered. “Thank you.

“You’re welcome.”

Acting natural, we embraced and kissed. A long, deep kiss. Our lips parted, not our bodies.

“I could get used to liking that,” I said.

“Me too.”

We kissed again. And again. Our eyes met and an unsaid signal passed between us.

I opened the door for her and settled at the wheel.

“Your place?” I asked.

“I never accommodate. Do you know a hotel somewhere?

“Why don’t we go to my place? It’s not too far from here.”

We went, remaining silent, flashing smiles at each other.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked when we arrived.

“No, thanks,” she answered.

We started to undress slowly, each of us taking care of the other’s clothes. Both naked, we fell on the sofa and fondled our bodies. Ready for action, I reached for a condom and put it on. She was waiting, laying on her back, legs spread wide. I settled myself on top and entered her pussy in a single move. We kissed. She grabbed my ass and guided my pumping moves. I could tell she wanted me to come fast, increasing my tempo whenever I slowed down. I didn’t last long and I shot my load in a long fulfilling spasm.

“Was it good?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I answered. “How about you?

“It was good too.”

She seemed satisfied but I didn’t believe her totally.

We talked a while, still embraced. I caressed her big breasts and she got excited again. I went to the bathroom to get rid of the used condom and clean my dick. When I came back, she licked it gently until I was excited too. I put on another condom and laid back.

“Come on top,” I asked.

She took my pole in her hand and guided it into her hot pussy. She started riding me at a cool pace, taking her time. She cupped her breasts and squeeze them, making her moan. So settled, I enjoyed seeing her control her orgasm with fire in her eyes.

“You like it?” she asked.

“Yes, you’re beautiful,” I answered.

“Oooh…that’s good. You’re so nice…”

My compliment had touched her more than my caresses. Leaving her breasts, she put her hands on my chest and rode me wildly. She uttered louder and louder screams until her whole body arched back, quivering. I felt her vagina vibrating around my pole.

“Come now, come…” she said.

We rolled. I grabbed her hips close to her ass and pumped slowly in short strokes. Every four strokes, I gave her a long one, going all the way in, bumping into her cervix and making her scream again. I kept pace, counting in my head.

After a few minutes, she couldn’t take it anymore.

“Come now, give it to me….I want your jizz…”

I couldn’t take it any longer either and I let my sperm go.

We remained glued, catching our breath, for a long moment. We could have slept together but she insisted on going back to her home. We dressed and I drove her back. We exchanged a long deep kiss, promising to meet again someday.

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He could hear her walk in the front door. He was in his room working at his computer. She walked through the door. “Hi” was all she said as she dropped her purse and jacket on the floor. “Hey” he responded turning toward her as she slid her leg over him. Sitting on his lap she presses her chest against his and slides her hands up to play with his hair. He tilts his head back and she presses her lips against his. Sliding her tongue between his lips she teases him the way he likes it. His arms wrap around her and she can feel his bulge. She pulls away tugging on his swollen lower lip with her teeth.

“I thought we weren’t supposed to do this again,” he says.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” she responds as she pulls his head back for more. Her heart is racing as they continue to kiss. She can feel his warm breath on her skin as he makes his way to that sweet spot on her neck. She gasps when she feels him sucking on that perfect place. He slowly works his way down to her shoulders pushing her shirt and bra strap out of the way. She bends her head over him to nibble on his ear the way she knows he likes.

She turns her head toward him as he presses his lips once again against hers. She can fell the intensity inside him. She breaks away and stands up pulling him out of the chair and into her arms. Their lips press together once again as he slides his hands under her shirt. Their kiss breaks off only for a second as he pulls her shirt over her head.

She’s wearing her black lace bra. Her breasts are already aching to be released. But he knows that and chooses to leave in on instead. He knows it drives her crazy.

He pushes her backwards until she’s pressed up against the wall. She kicks off her shoes as she slides her leg up his and hooks it around pulling him closer to her. He’s biting her neck again. She pushes him away. “Take off your shirt,” she says. He pulls it off in one motion and she grabs his belt loops and pulls him back to her, wrapping her gaziantep escort leg around him once again.

She breaks the kiss, “We should move.”

“OK,” is all he can respond breathlessly.

She takes his hand, flicks off the light, and leads him over to the bed. The glow of the computer screen illuminates her body as she crawls into the bed. She turns over and lays down with her hair surrounding her face. Her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing. He crawls on top of her and presses his lips against hers while he rolls over to end with her on top of him. She leans up and tosses her hair over her shoulder while wrapping her legs around him leaning in again to kiss him.

As one hand grabs her ass, the other slides up and with one quick flick of his wrist undoes her bra. “I love it when you do that!” she says as she tosses her bra onto the floor. Her perfect breasts are finally released for him to see. She rolls him over so he’s on top again and he slowly kisses his way down toward her chest. Her whole body responds to his moist, warm lips on her hot skin. He knows she’s already wet, but this is his favorite part. This is the easiest way to drive her crazy.

His hands push her breasts upwards as he slowly kisses the first nipple. Opening his mouth he slides his tongue out and playfully flicks it back and forth. His mouth surrounds the nipple again, this time sucking harder. He hears her gasp and he pulls harder with his mouth. She’s breathing harder and he stops. Pulls away. And asks, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” she gasps out. He just smiles and bends down to suck on her swollen nipple. His thumb had been sliding across her other breast all the while. He switches over to the other breast as she arches her back grabbing at the pillow under her head. He’s only there for a short while before she grabs him and pulls him back up to her lips. Her intensity comes out as they press their hot lips to each other. She tugs at his belt and unzips his pants.

“Stand up,” she orders, “and take off your pants.” He slides off the bed and drops his jeans on the floor. He goes to crawl back onto her, “No, no” she says, “Boxers too.” He smiles and slides off his boxers.

“Isn’t this your job?” he asks.

“I like to watch,” was her response. “And while you’re at it, how about taking off mine?” He leans over and kisses her stomach. Undoing the button and zipper he tugs on her navel piercing with his teeth. He grabs the side of her jeans and starts to tug them off. Lower and lower until he realizes she’s not wearing any panties. “Hot!” he gasps as he gives one final tug leaving her naked on his bed. “I thought you’d like that,” she responds. He crawls back on top of her and she wraps her legs around him, pulling his naked body onto her.

Their tongues intertwine as she rolls him over. She begins kissing her way down his body. Lower and lower, sliding her hand around his cock. She curls up between his legs and takes his head into her mouth. Her wet lips slide over his as her tongue plays along the underside. She knows he loves this and that’s what turns her on the most. She teases him while rhythmically sliding her hand up and down. “You’re going to have to stop, or we’ll have to end the night early,” he says. She smiles as she leans over him. He rolls her onto her back and positions himself over her.

He leans down to kiss her as he enters her. As she gasps, he pauses, giving her a moment to get used to him. She relaxes and he slides all the way in. He hears her moan and knows she’s ready. She wraps her arms across his shoulders as he begins to slide in and out of her wetness. She pulls her knees up along side of him and hooks her ankles around his waist. She moves her hip in time with him.

He slides his hand down her side and along her thigh. He pulls her leg over his shoulder and she hooks her other around his ankle. He knows this is one of her favorite positions and while he supports his weight on his left hand he uses the other to squeeze her breast. Playing with her nipple he watches her. Her eyes are closed and her mouth is open. Her gasps and moans are getting louder as he makes each push deep inside her. “Holy shit!” she screams. She may be sweet and nice in public, but in his bed, the better it gets, the worse her mouth gets. “Oh, Fuck!” He knows his roommates are sleeping, too bad for them. He loves hearing her scream. He knows she’s close when she grabs the headboard. Pushing hard against his hips. He pushes in as hard as he can as her muscles squeeze around his cock.

She moans and her body relaxes. She opens her eyes with a big smile on her face. He releases her leg and leans down to kiss her. “You like that?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Oh, yeah!” she whispers, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he lays his head on her chest. Staying there only for a little while before he begins to kiss her breasts again, making his way back up to her neck and to her waiting mouth.

She pushes him to roll over and leans over him. Leaning on one hand she grabs his cock and slides onto it. As she positions herself and begins to ride him, he slides his hands onto her ass. Helping move her up and down. She knows how to squeeze her muscles around him just the way he likes. She does this as she slides up and down. She can hear his breath getting shorter and he starts to thrust back harder. She is also beginning to moan.

They continue for a while until he grabs her and rolls over. Pulling her legs up along his waist, he thrusts harder and harder. She’s moaning louder and digging her nails into his biceps. With one final push, he gasps and then collapses on top of her. She wraps her arms and legs around him, holding him until his breathing slows.

He leans up to kiss her and rolls her onto her side. Laying behind her with his arm wrapped around her their heat keeps both of them warm.

From behind her she hears, “I can feel your heart beating.” She snuggles closer to him and falls asleep in his arms.

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