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Subject: Apple Of My Eye-Part 5 Apple Of My Eye-Part 5 IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH ITS GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don’t lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: fty/ Even though I had showered, I stopped at the little lake, stripped down, and swam alps for about 20 minutes, trying to clear my head. I had just been naked, photographed and videos ejaculating by a man 5 times my age that I hardly knew. The thought that he could be spreading the pics and video all over the internet hit me and I almost got out of the water and ran back to have him delete everything. Three things stopped me, I was pretty sure he would never do anything like that, if he was the type to do that it would be too late already and lastly, I was still so horny I probably would have let him film me again. After finished swimming I lay in the sun, then headed home, and after supper and watching a movie I went up to my room, lay on my bed, and let my thoughts run wild. I figured if he had wanted to hurt me he could have already done it, if he wanted to spread the video around it was already done and there was the possibility of someone else finding out what we had done, but this place was so deserted my parents seemed the only possibilities so I made up my mind to be extra careful. They tended to not roam too far from our place, but extra caution was always a good idea. On the upside, he paid really well, he never tried to push me or get me to do things I didn’t want to, I was enjoying it and damn if it didn’t feel great. An idea hit me so I stripped down and walked into my shower and got the water nice and warm, then after soaping my body I got my fingers extra soapy and ran them up and down the crack of my ass, finally letting them slide over my hole and immediately that intensely amazing feeling returned, but even better this time. The soap made it much more slippery and as my other hand stroked my shaft I had to resist the urge to moan any louder, that would risk having my parents hear me. I slowed everything down, making my first 2 fingers into a ring and as I slid them up and down my shaft, I imagined it was a mouth, then with soapy fingers I reached behind and slid them up and down my hole, this time groaning loudly enough that I hear my, Mother, “Waylon, are you okay?” It took a moment to calm down so my voice would sound normal, then, “Yes, I’m fine.” I didn’t hear anyone coming up the stairs so I continued sliding my fingers up and down my shaft and this time as I ankara escort slid my fingertip over my hole, the tip slipped inside. My hole clamped down around it and it took all I had not to make any noise. After a moment my hole relaxed a bit and as I stroked my shaft I did it again but pushed it in farther this time. After adding more shower gel I found I could slide it in and out easily, the sensation incredibly arousing enough that I felt my nipples go hard. I was close to cumming and it was awkward to get gel on my other finger, it went everywhere so this time as I slid my fingers over it, 2 of my fingertips slid indie we, and my hole clamped down tighter than before, I took in a deep breath, groaned and shot my load. As my cum spurted out my hole clamped down even tighter, another moan escaped my lips, and this time I heard someone coming up the stairs. I imagined the expression of my parents, me standing naked in the shower my cock in one hand and two fingertips in my ass. I heard my door opening and someone coming in, then heard my mother, “Waylon, what are you doing? Are you okay?” I found my voice just in time, just before she opened my washroom door and said, “Mom, c’mon, I’m in the shower.” My heart pounded as I saw the door to my washroom start to open, another couple of inches and she would be looking right at me, then the door stopped moving and she said, “Oh, okay.” The way she said it, the tone in her voice made it possible she knew what I was doing, at least the masturbating part, but luckily not the fingers in the ass part. As she closed the door she said, “Get to bed when you’re done, it’s getting late.” At this point I was too tired and too spent to even think about it, I rinsed my cum from the shower, dried off, and fell asleep quickly. The next morning I pulled out an old pair of gym shorts and decided that when I got home that night I would order something a little more exciting online, after yesterday I didn’t even bother with underwear, then I pulled on a big t-shirt. At breakfast, neither of my parents looked at me any differently, so as I ate I figured I had just read too much into my mother’s voice. Once done I said goodbye, pulled on my shoes, and headed over to Mr. Rhodes. Once out of sight of my place I pulled off the t-shirt and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on my naked torso. As I neared his house I heard the camera clicking, but could not tell from which direction, finally, I saw him sitting by the fence taking pictures of me, I raised my hand, then did my best seductive walk, escort ankara then broke out laughing. “Morning Mr. Rhodes.” “Good Morning Waylon, you’ve got some pep in your step this morning.” That made me laugh. “I thought we could start on this side of the barn today.” I smiled, “You’re the boss.” After about 45 minutes he said, “You should put a shirt on, don’t want you getting a burn.” I had forgotten I wasn’t wearing one, “Shame, such a nice morning, feeling good like this.” “You’re looking good like that too.” My breathing stopped monetarily, then I breathed again, his comment at first alarmed me but now it made me feel good so I smiled widely at him, “Thanks.” Then, “Guess I better grab that shirt then, I’ll be right back.” I took a few steps and then he said, “Or…..” I imagined all kinds of things, another session in his basement one of them, but, “We could put it off for another hour or so if you want, but gotta get some sunscreen on you.” “I’ll take the sunscreen, please.” “Go grab it, it’s in the washroom cabinet.” I was back in a flash, then something became obvious. There was no way for me to put this on my back by myself, he was going to have to do it for me and the idea thrilled me. I handed him the tube and asked, “Do you mind?” The speed with which he grabbed the tube meant he didn’t mind at all. I heard the top pop off then, “Let’s see….why didn’t you lean forward on the ladder.” I did as he said and a moment later felt a large blob of sunscreen plop onto my back, seconds later his hands carefully and very gently massaged it into the backs of my shoulders, then even though I could have done this myself, along with the ops and down my arms. Another glob of sunscreen and he did the backs of my shoulders, then down my lower back to the waistband of my shorts. My cock was fully hard at this point and his hands felt so good that I didn’t want this to stop, so I reached back and pulled my shorts down about 2 inches and instantly heard a loud gasp, “You’re not wearing underwear Waylon, good for you.” A second later his hands massaged sunscreen into the top of my ass cheeks. I almost pulled them right down but instead, he leaned down and got the backs and sides of my legs, sending shivers through me when his hands caressed up the inside of my legs. I again thought of pulling my shorts down, but instead, I turned over, now laying back on the ladder, his eyes taking in my naked torso and the bulge in my shorts. I smiled at him, “Mind getting the rest, no sense both of us having ankara escort bayan sticky hands.” Erwin smeared sunscreen into his hands and instantly started massaging my shoulders and the outside of my arms, then slowly smeared it into my chest, his fingertips playing with my nipples, then down my sides and over my stomach, then down my abs to the waistband of my shorts, my cock now throbbing inside, he even bent down and got the front of my legs. The tension in the air between us was palpable, I wanted him to go further and I was pretty sure he did too. With my eyes on his, I took a deep breath and pushed my shorts down over my hips and when they hit the ground I stepped out of them. My erection now throbbing, he stood looking unsure and nervous as I watched the bulge in the front of his pants grow he took a look around and squeezed sunscreen into his hand, then waited for my reaction. I nodded my head and he stepped forward running his slick hand over my balls I took in a deep breath then a low moaning sound came as his other hand slid up and down my shaft, the first other than my own to do that. I closed my eyes and felt both of his hands on my nipples, caressing them gently, for several minutes his hands explored every inch of the front of my body, then his left hand grasped my balls and his right hand slowly slid my foreskin down, something that always made me groan. His hand now slowly stroking up and down I shot my load a few minutes later, feeling my hot cum shoot up and land on my chest and abdomen, then it ran back down through my pubes and down my legs. I opened my mouth, but Erwin beat me to it and it turned out he said exactly what I was going to say anyways, “Thank you.” “Erwin, I’m starting to feel bad that I’m getting all the pleasure here, is there anything I can do……” He cut me off quickly, “Waylon, you are providing me with more pleasure than you know, don’t even think about it.” Somehow his words made me feel very important, that just watching and being able to touch me was enough for him, I made a mental note to make sure his hands were on me more and more going forward. As these thoughts ran through my mind I heard his camera clicking away, he must have picked it up while I was daydreaming. “I’ll be right back.” I lay against the ladder, feeling great, naked and in the sun having just shot a great load and having my first-hand job. Moments later he returned with a damp cloth and told me to wash off and once I had he said, “Put your shorts on and let’s get some work done.” After an hour he reminded me to put my shirt on and we worked steadily until lunch, then, “That’s enough work for today.” My heart sank, thinking it was time for me to leave, then, “Want to head inside?” I sprang up and raced to the door.
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