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Hello My Dear Readers…

Quickie very well means Quick Sex, but I am not sure if that is exactly what happens here.

Instead, by using the said Title, I have intended to publish a Short Story, narrated at a Fast Pace, that can serve as a Quick Read.

Though this is the Fourth Installment in this Series, it is still very much an Independent Tale, and the idea is to continue the same as an Anthology of Random Unconnected Sexual Encounters, with young Neil featuring as the Protagonist.

I have tried my best to make it as interesting as possible, and I hope all of you will like this attempt.

Happy Reading!!

Neil was getting seriously bored with playing Video Games.

He had been visiting his Gamer Buddy’s house ever since his Semester Break began, and he had been getting thrashed in FIFA, by the pro!!

Having not managed to win even one out of the hundreds of matches they had played, Neil was losing patience.

His childhood buddy was a true gamer, and it showed – He was as good as unbeatable!!

Despite all this, Neil would still get himself to his skilled friend’s house, very early in the morning, with the hope of defeating the latter using all the tips he had got watching Tutorial Videos in YouTube, all night long.

However, the final results were never in his favor!!

How much ever he tried, he could just not win.

His passion remained unquestionable, but at the same time, whether he was fully concentrating was doubtful!!

To be fair to Neil, it was not really his fault – The 19 year old found being forced to take his eyes of the Big Screen, every time his opponent’s mother came in to the TV Room.

Tisca, arguably the youngest among all the mothers he knew, kept popping in on them, almost every half an hour, and each time she checked out on the boys, her son’s challenger would concede a Goal!!

Neil was first furious at her, even claiming he was losing only because he was being disturbed, with the door being opened & closed, every now & then.

He was seriously angry at the 36 year old, and was just about to tell her to be decent enough to give them a little privacy, until he realized she was also easily the hottest among all the mothers he knew!!

The tables quickly turned, and Neil was now waiting for Tisca to make her presence felt – He was letting his buddy win by huge margins, but it hardly affected him, anymore.

He had reached a point where he started to think every second he spent in that house was equal to Scoring A Goal!!

The teenager would station himself there, till late in the night, and the moment he got to his own house, he vigorously stroked his meat, thinking about all the wonderful views the enticing mom had gifted him, that day.

Once he was done ejaculating, he would start to imagine how satisfying ripping apart the gorgeous MILF’s neatly fitting clothes could be, and before he knew, he would be leaking, again!!

Neil was smart enough to quickly realize that he cannot help but take a peek at Tisca’s amazing body, every time she is in front of him.

It could be when she opens the door for him, when she serves him snacks at the dining table, or when she comes to see what he & her son are up to – The lad did not care he could be caught ogling at the female parent, by her own boy, and he was just obsessed with her!!

“I don’t think you can ever defeat me!!” said the confident gamer to a losing Neil, on one occasion he was miserably failing.

“I can!! It is because of your mother I am losing!!” Neil knew he should not have said that, and immediately was worried whether he would be asked for an explanation – Thankfully, his winning buddy just sivas escort laughed it out, not able to guess the lack of innocence in his friend’s claim, calling the statement sad & silly!!

The truth was that even if the horny hunk was questioned about what he really meant, there was no chance for anybody to really blame him for being distracted while the yummy mummy walked around the house.

She was by all means capable of being a genuine tease, and her big firm boobs & thick round butt always did bring her a lot of attention, and even her own son had seen her driving men crazy!!

Neil tried hard to not repeat the mistake, and keep his desires hidden, and everything remained fine, till the day the XBOX decided to not Turn On.

His addicted pal was totally broken, and was almost crying – The duo tried to fix it, but nothing seemed to help!!

To be honest, Neil could not stop himself from letting out a chuckle, and seeing his buddy destroyed was actually giving him a lot of cruel happiness. He knew he had been saved from another round of humiliating thrashings.

For the same strange reason, he also felt it could be his lucky day, and worth taking a chance with his latest object of desire – It was obvious nothing major was going to happen, but he still decided to pay Tisca a visit in the Kitchen!!

Over the course of the last few weeks, Neil had already figured it was going to be a lot more fun to spank her ass & maul her titties, than smashing a bunch of black buttons, on a dumb controller.

However, since he knew that was never going to happen, his only intention when he went looking for the siren was to see her in some kind of scintillating position, and save the memory for him to use at night.

Well, little did he know what was coming his way!!

When Neil saw what he saw, he just could not confirm if it was really happening, or whether he was in one of his daily carnal fantasies – Because, there stood his buddy’s mother in front of him, wearing the very Grey colored T-Shirt he had seen on her, as she welcomed him home that morning, but to the shocking amusement of the youngster, the Blue Jeggings that had covered her lower body were nowhere to be seen.

He could see all of Tisca’s fleshy lusty legs, and even a small part of her Pink Cotton Panties were visible, and as he stood stunned, she placed both her hands onto the neckline of her stretchable top, pulling it down by a long way, to expose her unbelievably alluring cleavage, to someone only almost half her age!!

Neil was rightly dumbfounded, and had no clue what prompted this sudden twisted act from the most unexpected person, and he seriously doubted whether he had given the desirable lady any kind of magical additional hints, that day.

Having said that, the lust in her face was a clear indication that she had been waiting for him to make a move, ever since he had first stepped foot inside her house!!

Coming really close to the young man, the enticing woman started talking, looking straight into his eyes, and resting her palms over his cladded chest.

Tisca : What took you so long??

Neil : Whooaaa!! What?!

Tisca : You still think this is an accident??

Neil : I don’t understand, Tisca Aunty.

Tisca : Oh, Yeah?!

Neil : Err…Yes

Tisca Okay… Fine!! Get back to playing with My Son.

Neil : I…

The growing adult just did not know what to do – He felt like he had been electrocuted.

He wanted this confrontation, but the current scenario was too good to be true!!

The startled boy was all set to get out of that space, when he felt being grabbed by the collars of sivas escort bayan his Striped Shirt, and pulled towards his older crush, with considerable force.

“I have been waiting for you to take me for a long time, Neil!! Everyday, I wait in the Kitchen, with my pants conveniently kept away, hoping you would come looking for me!!” Tisca whispered in his ears, with the craving eminent in every word she spoke!!

The adolescent simply could not believe what he had just heard – This revelation was definitely a little too scandalous.

And before he could even decide how he was supposed to respond, his keen partner gleefully removed her top, and presented herself in only her bra & panties!!

Tisca happily resumed her act of provoking Neil, playing with the straps of her Pink Plunge Bra, and then pressing the laced cups of the same object, causing her busty melons to almost pop out, before proceeding to fully free her tits from the shackles of her undergarment.

All she had left on her body was an unusually transparent pair of panties, and the little stud did not need another invitation!!

Neil vigorously pulled down her kinky lingerie, as the abrupt friction at her private parts made Tisca let out a moan.

The bloke had already lost it, and her undoubtable admission of sensual pleasure effortlessly turned him into an uncontrollable animal!!

He immediately began spanking his buddy’s mother’s round ass, extremely hard, and mercilessly, continuing the activity for a whole minute, stopping only once he was totally convinced he had caused a lot of damage.

Tisca’s butt was as red as it ever could be, and Neil had made her feel she had been made to sit on a burning hot pan, just how he had always wished!!

He then went on to grope her firm boobs, very roughly, seriously squeezing the pair, as if he really wanted to milk them.

Neil was literally mauling Tisca’s breasts, making her scream in pain, just how he had always wished!!

Finally, when he was done, and was sure he had found the satisfaction of having both of his barbaric needs fulfilled, he showed the normally loyal mother that he could be a little gentle, too.

He was generous enough to lick her leaking pussy clean, and suck her erect long nipples, to help her forget the hurtful discrimination, to an extent!!

Tisca appreciated Neil for taking the effort, and she expressed her gratitude by pushing his head further against the soft spots he worked on.

She found his work extremely relaxing, but as far as the young dude was concerned, the intention was always to get her fully ready, when he ultimately shifted his attention to entering her vagina.

He was all along planning how exactly he was going to reach the deepest untouched parts of her love-hole, thereby accomplishing an extraordinary feat, which he always trusted would forever remain an overambitious dream!!

Without wasting anymore time displaying unwanted amount of care, Neil gladly got naked for his special partner, not at all worried about the possibility of his buddy walking on them.

Tisca obviously looked more than just impressed, and the extreme hardness showcased by her teen mate’s 9 inch long meat made her exceedingly proud about her 36-26-35 sized attractive yet under-used body.

She knew she was greatly stimulated by him, but she also knew she had seduced him enough!!

This understanding was further confirmed the very immediate moment, when an abnormally excited Neil almost pushed an equally aroused Tisca onto the Wooden Stool he found by the Kitchen Table, and managed to easily force the entire length of his pole inside her wet escort sivas cunt, with a single swift slide.

The mature siren straightaway started squirting, closing her eyes in ecstasy, biting her lips hard, breathing heavily, and by the time her untamed bull had even thought about a second thrust, she had already had her first orgasm!!

Tisca continued to rest her butt on the small piece of furniture, as Neil went on to relentlessly drill her in what could be called a combination of Unusual Sex Positions, and they both had no idea about what they were really doing, though either of them were being pleased in unbelievable proportions.

The Homemaker was sure she had never been screwed with such intensity, and the College Student was equally confident that he had not been as rough with anybody else!!

Neil was seriously hoping he could properly bang her in a more comfortable position, and was totally lost in thoughts that ranged from filling Tisca’s womb with his semen TO fucking her in front of her own son, when a very loud painful groan brought him back to his senses.

“Please Stop… Please!! This is too much for me!! I think I will die if I cum, again!!” the tired female receiver was literally begging her vigorous male provider to pull his meat out of her sour rampaged pussy!!

Though slightly hesitantly, Neil instantly agreed to the request, and did exactly that, but with a wicked grin on his face, highly gratified with his performance.

On the other hand, Tisca very strongly believed she had survived a Plane Crash – That was the kind of impact the youthful penis had on the interiors of her body!!

She had all of her yearnings thoroughly fulfilled, and was all set to put an end to the outrageous deed, somehow getting herself back on her feet, only to gasp in shock upon seeing how irresistibly erect & pumped the adolescent’s manhood still was.

Quickly wrapping her fingers around the pulsating prick, Tisca closely admired Neil’s most prized possession, like a possessed freak, beginning to slowly forget the reality that she was somebody else’s wife.

She spent time stroking his throbbing cock for a few good seconds, as a token of appreciation for gifting her multiple orgasms, but more importantly, because she desperately felt the need to shower more love on to the addictive chopper, and it was a given that she clearly was very interested in feeling the monster in her mouth!!

Neil knew it as soon as she had touched him, and comfortably seating himself on the edge of the Kitchen Table, he watched in delight as a severely enticed Tisca orally accommodated him.

Grabbing her brown hair, with his left hand, and preventing the soft & silky strands from blocking the view of her beautiful pink lips in action, he used his right hand to gently push her head further towards his crotch, to make the entire process less complicated & more entertaining.

It did not take long before the senior had swallowed down the whole of his cock, blowing him with a lot of dedication, and just as she was destined to, she soon gulped the junior’s sticky hot cum, giving him a very intriguing smile, proceeding to pick up her panties from the floor!!

“Do Not Ring The Bell, when you are here tomorrow… I will be waiting in the Kitchen. You can use the Back Door!!” Tisca mouthed, sternly, licking the slimy fluids off her wet oval lips, and using her inner-wear to wipe her leaking drenched twat clean, and giggling at the sight of her son’s friend putting his clothes back on!!

What The Fuck!!

Neil could not accept his luck!!

He had finally Won A Game, and he could also still Play Again!!

Damn!!

He had already got everything he could ever desire, and now, he had just been told he could have more, whenever he wanted more!!

Exactly!!

Well, It certainly seemed like his Gamer Buddy’s Mom was adamant she taught the other boys that there is a lot more to life than Boring Video Games!!

THE END

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IT NEVER ENDS

By Aleq de Satyr

…When asked about older women’s sexuality, Ellen Gilman Gill (Age:70) said: “You’re hotter than hell. There’s no cessation”…

Intro

Yani Devalle is a gentle, slender trustworthy 70-year-old woman who knows what she does not want…always exuding graceful positivism. She was a high school teacher and political activist, particularly in the anti-censorship movement…A woman who escaped her upper-class milieu to work with disadvantaged kids. Yani’s moods can swing from tabasco hot to persimmon sweet. She is capable of engaging both the literary and the libidinous at once. She loves white Argentinian wine, which makes her chat heartily, animatedly…Her smoldering sexual aura is abundantly evident even for a woman her age. She has a face that is all bone structure, handsome. Her silvery mane gives her an elegant distinguished looks. Indeed, she looks and feels 20 years younger, she is fit and spritely.

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An Eye Opener

I have always been a fool for love, but I am also a genuine lover. I love people, life myself. I learned how to take things as they come. I enjoy a good conversation; some people like my matter of fact practicality, my creative imagination. There is always something new to try but after I became a widow at age 65 I lost interest in most things even sex and turned to celibacy. Two years ago I began to feel some sexual desire, some horniness that I tried desperately to suppress to no avail. I masturbated once in a while to quieten my aching cunt and raging clitoris; but I needed more than masturbation, I needed a very good, hard fucking. But then who wants to fuck a woman my age…Three days prior to my 70th birthday, my favorite niece 50 years old Eryka called and asked what I wanted for my birthday.

“I want to be fucked into a coma by a very strong, well-hung young man” I declared. Eryka laughed and said.

“Well, would you settle for a gourmet lunch instead”. I sighed and agreed to the lunch. She picked me up on Friday, my birthday and we went to lunch at a very posh place. Our conversation over lunch was pretty lewd and we laughed a lot. Eryka and I are BFF, very close and open with each other. She is a very worldly woman with a touch of hauteur…A passionate, radical feminist, bisexual, tough, with good breeding. An admirable attractive woman with a soft gentle mature woman’s face. After lunch Eryka took me to her house to give me my Present…As we entered the living room I was startled to see a young well-built Black dude, buck naked lounging on the couch and holy shit, his erect cock was huge, about 12 inches, super thick slightly curved to the left and most of all, OMG tattooed. It was spectacular; I trembled visibly.

“What took you so long Eryka, I’ve been waiting for hours” he blurted out stroking his missile.

“This is Gary your birthday present Yani” said Eryka then burst out singing happy birthday to you. I was totally speechless for a few seconds then managed a thank you Eryka in a tremulous voice as my cunt clenched repeatedly. I sank into an arm chair my gaze fixed on Gary’s dick. “OK guys I’ m headed out of town for the weekend, I’ll call later, enjoy yourselves” said Eryka as she rushed out of the door still singing…Gary lit a joint and passed it on to me. I was hesitant nervous; I have not smoked pot in a very long time but after a few drags I felt more at ease. Feeling a good buzz from the joint I peeled off my clothes and joined Gary on the couch. A sizzling foreplay ensued with kisses, caresses cock sucking, clitoris stroking;

“Let’s go fuck” said Gary walking me to the bedroom. I wanted him like a rage, anticipating his huge hard cock.

“Touch my pussy, see how ready she is” I whispered…My eyes were closed as I spread my hairy labia tekirdağ escort for him to enter my tight cunt drawing his cock deeper and deeper inside me, filling me completely. We fucked slowly, spinning on the bed like two gyroscopes intense, poignant; I watched Gary intently as he moved in and out of my cunt slowly, rocking inside me gently, drawing it in and out to the rhythm of my breathing for a long time…My cunt was ravenous with lust, milking his cock, my rigid clitoris pulsating mightily, enjoying the exuberance of our intense fucking. I was far away and gone, but alive with feeling, shuddering with pleasure. Then I exploded in all directions, on and on until I finally erupted mightily with a scream, my nails clawing Gary’s back as he convulsed between my legs, grunting and pumping a truckload of hot spunk into me. Later he rolled off the bed and walked to the balcony to have his post-orgasmic smoke. I drifted off to sleep…

I drank more wine and had a few drags on the joint when I woke up then I sat astride Gary, facing him my legs bent, my head resting on his chest. Slowly I lowered myself onto his hard cock engulfing him in my molten heat. I simply loved the size and hardness of his dick; It’s curve felt like a hook inside my cunt, it was wonderful!! I began to rock gently, back and forth, plunging my tongue into his mouth as I gripped the cock very tightly with my cunt, sucking it inwards. The pleasure was exquisite for me…Shifting my weight on top of him, whispering sweet obscenities, working his cock with my vaginal muscles, letting out ragged throaty cries my juices dripped onto his pubic hairs as I moved up and down the hard cock; my breathing getting faster enjoying the ride. Then I shuddered and let out a long moan, convulsing with a powerful orgasm and was still for a few moments…God, I was drowning in sensation! I panted, taunting his climax as I squeezed his cock with my cunt, very tightly, rhythmically… Gary, cried out loudly sweating with pleasure, finally crowning his explosion that echoed and reverberated in my own second orgasm…We lay there replete for a while, basking in the afterglow, the cool breeze that wafted in. Then he began to thrust firmly into me again from behind as he stroked my clitoris…

My response was instantaneous, fresh, strong, displaying a woman’s capacity for slow, continuous orgasms…It was intoxicating, the smell of our fuck reeling from the bed as we became saturated with passion, numb cock stroking an inert cunt; a test of endurance…Then the last and final spurting of semen deep into my writhing, climaxing body; the spinning, the commutation, the collision, the oblivion.

“That was a lovely way to start a good friendship” I said, drifting off to sleep again…Indeed, we fucked intermittently all weekend long…Drinking, smoking eating, fucking. Gary fucked all my orifices in various positions with dedicated intensity, but he was gentle with me. His prowess and stamina was phenomenal. He marveled at my capacity to handle all that exquisite pleasure and still want more. Sure in the end I was a total wreck but a very happy one. It was an eye-opener for me.

I learnt that Gary is the third member of a team of studs who service women like me and keep their company. Apparently Eryka uses them when the need arose. In fact, she was with the senior partner out in the countryside during my tryst with Gary. That girl has kept some secrets from me all that time. “Your cunt is very tight Yani, I love it” said Gary…” Well, it should be I have not been fucked in a very long time” I said as he dropped me off at home.

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To Babylon and back

Eryka stopped by two days later and we talked about our respective weekend experiences in explicit details, drinking tekirdağ escort bayan booze and smoking pot. I asked her to get me Gary again but he was unavailable. Two weeks went by with no sign of Gary and I was extremely horny, desperate for a good fuck. I pleaded with Eryka to take me to Ras Kama the honcho of the stud team, whom she fucked regularly. A week later she did but warned that he may be out of my league. Ras’ cabin retreat in the countryside is called Babylon; a nice comfortable secluded place…Ras was in his late 30’s, originally from Zanzibar. He was tall, athletic square-jaw with a commanding presence; his mahogany complexion like polished wood. I fell in lust at once. But when he was naked I realized what Eryka meant…His cock was a massive monster!!

I became extremely apprehensive and nervous and almost called the tryst off but my cunt was in charge; she summoned the Amazon in me, urged me on. Ras said I exuded an aura of pagan sensuality, a sense of giving about me which he found appealing… Kneeling before the altar of my hairy cunt, his tongue sparked the flame of my clitoris, as he sucked it like thunder, the fire spreading through me and I became clogged with desire. My body was rippled with heat, electric with lust; rampant horniness. Ras’ cock was erect like sculpture as he began to enter me slowly. My legs my cunt were wide open taking in the thick log…It took a long while to get all of the massive dick inside me. Holy fuck, I was filled to my tonsils!! He reveled in my cunt as it opened hungry, wet to his hard, precise thrusts…His cock felt massive, so fucking hard stretching my twat to Valhala. Eryka sat in a chair sipping brandy watching us intently.

Ras fucked me like a river carving out a canyon, his cock had taken root in the sweet moisture of my recesses, his curly head resting on my soft breasts…My cunt was at high tide, a pool of salivation, drooling abundant juices, my sensuality breathtakingly effervescent; my body undulating under him as he fucked me like a dream, on and on expertly with dedicated intensity. I was lost in a world of exquisite pleasure. Then I climaxed violently superbly, divinely, trembling quaking, my wings beating like a black eagle of lust diving into vast clouds…. Ras rested inside me for a while until my tremors died down. Then he put me on all fours, his rampant monster cock still super hard.

“I love your very tight cunt, it’s such a delight” he said.

I sighed deeply and my belly shuddered as Ras pushed the huge cock into me, thrusting back and forth slowly, smoothly with oiled movements, his body glistening serene his muscles taut and prominent…He fucked me and fucked me. Groans poured freely from my throat as my pleasure redoubled. I bleated and moaned like a dying bird as orgasm after orgasm shook my body…Still Ras fucked me methodically, relentlessly, endlessly. I thrashed about back and forth, crying out mournfully feeling disoriented. Then with aloud roar Ras unleashed a torrent of hot thick spunk into me, on and on until streams of semen came rushing out of my cunt onto the sheets. I finally passed out on my seventh orgasm. I was totally exhausted and slept soundly for hours…Sometime during the night my cunt started acting up again but I ignored the fucking greedy slut.

Late Saturday morning Tito the middle stud came by with a young Gothic woman in tow. Her name was Nikki. She was there to give Ras a massage and then get fucked. I was prancing about naked.

“You have such a fucking hot body for a woman your age” she said, insisting on giving me a massage. Her naked body was all tattoos and piercings, her cunt shaved and her hair dyed crimson. Massaging me with deft strokes. She put me thru a repertoire of professional escort tekirdağ massage that took me into a different world and finally settled down into Tantric massage of my cunt making me wet and giving me an orgasm. Then in walked Tito sporting a massive 12 inch very thick erection like a tree trunk which swayed majestically from side to side, bulging with huge veins… he was rather suave and dashing and looked very hot. His sensitive eyes held more emotion than any man I could remember, as his fingers probed my cunt dilating me for his cock, as my juices dripped. He lowered his face onto my pussy and drank deeply from it, sucking my hard clitoris and inhaling my essence. Guitar music filled the living room. His cock was fully erect and large. I began to sob and pleaded for penetration. My cunt was tight but slick as Tito inched his way in slowly. “What a tight lovely cunt you have” he said.

My pelvis arched under him and my cunt tightened around his dick. He rested inside me, enjoying the feel of my dense throbbing. Then he began to stroke into me, slowly in and out, penetrating me deeper and deeper. I began to howl and pant as he moved inexorably inside me with long sure strokes. Thrusting deeper and deeper, scattering drops of my juices…A slow deep fuck. The man was accomplished. We looked into each other’s eyes with shared lust; inexorably in the mood for heavy fucking. Tito’s cock throbbed as he pounded into me, the hard cock vibrating deeper against my soft vaginal walls; my wetness lubricating us, slow, wet, circling… My cunt seemed to get tighter as my vibrations swelled and my secretions leaked out. My clitoris and labia drenched with abundant juice. Tito was all rhythm, moving in and out of my saturation; my hips rolling free in their sockets in response, intense, unrelenting…I came and came uncontrollably. My hands gripped his hard back pressing him into my body, moaning, crying out, as I plunged into the final moment of dissolution and started to climax again violently, thrashing about on the mat, my body wracked with intense spasms.

On and on and on, I continued to cum, howling silently. Tito held on to me, watching my tortured explosions, amazed at my capacity for such prolonged orgasms. I came and came again for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, the pungent hot softness of my cunt sucking in his cock triggered his own release—a living, holy stream of semen that exploded into me in heat and Sulphur, inundating me…Tito rested inside me for a while, as I undulated my body gently beneath him, scissoring him with my legs, my lips fastened to his. My eyes were moist, my cunt very wet, everything soaking and hot. I ached to be fucked continuously. Tito’s cock remained hard inside my twat…In the waved rhythm we spiraled in sensations. I matched and complemented Tito’s every move with strength and originality. His cock, strong hard, glided smoothly, deeply inside me, stroking my crevices, my G-spot, my hard, distended, screaming clitoris. Juices seeped from my boiling, wet pussy…Quickening, penetrating, pushing out moans and cries from my core as we entered the prelude to another orgasm, enveloped by layers of exquisite pleasure. In a release of absolute lust and fulfilment, clinging, gripping, crying, and rushing Tito also into a climax of colored hues as he gushed deep inside me again, bathed in my energy and after-tremors. From the bedroom came the mournful cries of Nikki as she was being fucked by Ras…I fell asleep instantly. Later that day Eryka picked me up and took me home. I was fully, totally satiated; I know my cunt will remain quiet for a long time. But then as Ellen Gilman said there is no cessation; It never ends. I will continue to fuck until the very end.

A Propos

It had been a brief but thrilling erotic pilgrimage to achieve true knowledge of and a fascinating insight into the haunting beauty of women’s sexual feelings and desires and an identity for myself…My trusted cunt will be totally open for cock worship; prodigious, massive, monster cocks gushing semen, after a long hiatus of very little sex.

THE END

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To the reader:

This is just a tale about a guy and his gals. My apologies in advance, as it will become quickly apparent that I am not a seasoned writer. Although it is xxx, I tried to keep it light-hearted with a touch of humor. Hopefully it will make you smile and may even give you a few chuckles.

Again, please

Imagine a world free from the weight of guilt, deceit, hate, and envy, and where love and sex are exchanged as freely as the time of day.

1. Mina

Young, carefree, and unattached, I had the world by the tail. I lived in a beautiful city, made a great salary as a software engineer, had a different girl every other week, and didn’t need anything or anybody. And I certainly didn’t want to complicate everything by falling in love, or so I thought, until she came into my life. It was just by chance that I met her one Saturday. Needing a trim and a shave, I wandered into the Barberia where she worked.

Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would meet a girl like Mina, or that one such as she even existed, and I loved her at first glance. She was Venezuelan and I loved her accent. She was five feet and two inches of pure loveliness, somehow both sleazy and demure, soft-spoken, kind, gentle, blue-eyed, golden-haired, with creamy white skin and the face and body of an angel, and so wonderfully tight. The last time with her, I came so hard I think it pulled a vacuum on my face! Then came the sweet oblivion of rest, and we slept soundly as babes, locked together, I on my back, she on top. We woke in mid-morning, I kissed her, “Morning, sweetie. How about some hot chocolate, if I make it?”

“Mmm, nope. Let us please have chocolate later. Right now I have a better idea,” she said.

“Okay love, what?” I said, still deep inside her.

“I just want that we stay like this, for a little while. Then por favor, you fuck me again please, okay?” she said, then kissed me very tenderly.

“Okay sweetie, I would love to love you again, just as soon as I am up to it. Just give me a little more time,” I said.

“What do you mean?” she said.

“Well, it’s a little tired after working all night, you know,” I meekly replied.

“Que pasa? Why tired? I keep it nice and warm and snug all night!” she said impatiently.

“Si, and I love you for that, but—“

“It maybe just needs a wake-up call,” she said.

Reaching down, she gently caressed that pouchy part of me.

“Ai Caramba!” she giggled. “Where did you get these nice plums? Hmm, I am feeling something. That train in my tunnel is getting longer, and thicker, and harder too!”

“You have hands of gold, sweetie,” I said.

“Time to start your engine, Casey Jones!”

With that, she sat straight up on me, pushing me in as deep as she could, then leaned forward so that my face was between her heavenly soft breasts. I gently kissed them, then her lips, as I gently kneaded and caressed her dreamy soft ass, then helped her move it up and down slowly, being careful because she hates it when the cock slips out. We pumped like that until she was sweating and her breathing was ragged, and her sweet skin tasted pungently of honey. Somehow I had managed to remain fairly calm until then, but like an idiot, I broke the silence and said,”You know, love, this is fast becoming my favorite pass-time!”

Her voice was raspy,” What? Oh, hold me! Tight! Tight! I am cumming! Ai! Por Dios! Huaah! Aaaaaaaah!”

“Sweetie, you alright? Want something cold to drink?”

“No, I am okay,” she panted. “Just hold me and stay in, then when you are ready we do it again. Por favor just one more time, otra vez?”

“Again? Bless your heart, love, this was our third time this morning, and believe me there is nothing else I’d rather do! You know I’ll do anything you want, Querida, anytime you want. But please, you should rest and sleep a little,” I said.

We dozed then for a few minutes, but were awakened by a tapping on the wall of the adjacent apartment, and the muffled voice of Janie, our neighbor,

“Hey, you kids okay? Sounded like you had a wildcat or somethin’ in there!”

“Oh, sorry Janie, TV was too loud, we turned it down,” I answered, while Mina giggled.

“Oh, okay then, g’day,” Janie said.

“We gotta get an apartment with a soundproof bedroom,” I said.

“We can look for one next week,” she said, uncoupling. “You have been such a good little boy, so let me make chocolate for you now. And I whip up some bacon and eggs for you too.”

“Bacon and eggs? I love ’em, but I try to watch the cholesterol.”

“It’s okay, we don’t have them too many times. Why don’t you take a nice shower, and everything will be ready when you come out,” she said.

“Okay, sweetie, I’ii be just a few minutes.”

“And don’t get dressed, just a robe, okay?”

“Okay, whatever you say.”

After a shave and shower, I put on my terrycloth robe, no shorts, and went to the kitchen where a beautiful sight awaited: there she was, standing over the stove, flipping eggs, completely naked except for a little white apron, her beautiful golden hair flowing şırnak escort down her back to her lovely, lovely derrière. Nowhere on God’s green earth could there be anything as beautiful. I had seen her naked many times, and every time I did, she looked more beautiful than the time before. She turned to me smiling,

“Ready to eat, love?” she smiled.

“Uh, yeah, ready,” but my thoughts were not of eggs. I let my robe fall open and walked over to her, and her eyes opened wide as she looked down on me.

“My my, your bacon looks nice and crisp and tasty! Um, may I?” Reaching down, she stroked me a few times, kissed me, those blue eyes flashing. then knelt and kissed my rock-hard cock.

“Hard and crunchy, just the way you like it, Querida,” I said.

“Mmm, let me cover these eggs, then we get to bed so I may taste your bacon.”

“Okay, and while you’re doing that, I can sample your vanilla pudding. Should we bring maple syrup?” I said.

She smiled, “No need, there will be plenty of our own.”

Then we lay down on our left sides in sixty-nine array, and as she satisfied her craving for bacon, I kissed her warm belly, pulled off her apron and grazed the soft golden lace of her womanhood. Then I gently licked and sucked the bud of her pleasure until her body spasmed with a violent orgasm, and even with her mouth crammed full she could not suppress the sound of her urgent climax, “Oomph! Mmmmm! Ummmm!”

I tried to hold back, but hearing her cum triggered my own violent release, as I ejaculated a huge load into her sweet rosebud mouth.

Then we just lay there and quietly rested a while.

“Thank you, sweetie,” I said. “Your vanilla pudding was delicious, as always.”

“Te gusta? Your bacon was okay Querido, but just a little salty. Haha! Maybe you should eat less salt and more vanilla pudding!” she laughed.

“You know I love you, don’t you, Mina?”

“Si, mi Queridito, lo se.”

**********

“You come in shower with me, soap my back, please?” she asked.

Standing behind her in the steaming shower, I drew her close. My dick was really tired now, as I nestled it between the dreamy soft pillows of her tush, while I soaped and caressed her belly and delectable full breasts. She turned her head, saying,

“You please soap me up back there, hon, en mi cula? It is a little itchy in there.”

A little surprised, I said, “Uh, okay love.” She reached behind herself with a soapy hand. My tired dick miraculously sprang to full attention as she stroked it a few times, then she coaxed it gently into the tight anal passage.

“Ay, what a relief, the itching finally stops! Por favor, can you pump a little so it makes a good scratching?” she said.

“Happy to oblige, sweetie,” I said, slowly, gently stroking in and out as I kissed her beautiful neck and shoulders.

“Ah good, that feels so nice…don’t stop,” as she guided my left hand to her erect nipples, the right between her legs.

“My lil’ friend there needs soaping, too,” she said. “Ahh good, so good. I come a little now, but I try to not scream too loud. She shuddered as she came, “Ai! Ohh! Hwaah! Aaaaaah!”

Looking down, I watched my soapy cock disappear, reappear as it sawed in and out between her beautiful buns, and after she came, I did too, spurting huge wads of hot cum deep inside her. I didn’t have the energy to scream, though. Then exhausted, I sat down on the shower bench, and she sat across my lap, as we enjoyed a nice relaxing warm rinse. With my arms around her, we kissed long and tenderly, like innocent teenagers kissing for the first time.

Almost afraid to say it, I said, “I think the only way I haven’t ravished you, sweetie, is between your sweet, lovely breasts, so maybe this weekend we could try—“

“Hmm…actually I have some other good places you can screw too, but we save those for another day, okay? If you want to fuck me between the boobies, let us do it now while we are still slippery,” she said.

“Okay, then how do we start?”

“Just sit a minute, aha! I see already I have your full attention! That is the hardest part!” Giggling, she got down on her knees in front of me, then took me deep into her mouth, licking and stroking a few times. My dick was hard before, but now I could crack walnuts with it! She moved up on me so my cock was between her heavenly breasts. She squeezed them together, nestling it firmly between. Then she moved slowly up and down, her soapy breasts stroking me tenderly, gently, pausing now and then to lick my tip on a downstroke. Her nipples were fully distended now like ripe cherries, and she looked into my eyes lovingly, unabashedly, seemingly relishing this. It was so fantastic, I knew I would not last much longer, and a few strokes later I tapped her shoulder to warn her I was about to cum. She said “Uh-huh” but did not avoid it. Instead, she just gently took me into her mouth, swallowing my whole white-hot load. Then licking her lips, she cupped my balls and smiled up at me, eyes twinkling, and said, “Was it good for you, love?”

I şırnak escort bayan was too weak to answer.

**********

“I bet you are hungry now, love? I heated the eggs and bacon, and I make some toast and chocolate, okay?” she said. “And I found a nice ripe peach we can share.”

“Yes, now I am rather famished. Hmm, I wonder why,” I said.

“Ay, pobre chico! I have been working you so hard! But you’ll be home the rest of today and the weekend, so you can rest up.”

“Okay, but still, why all the bacon and eggs?”

“Well, protein for you and your little friend,” smiling and playfully tugging on my soft dick.

“Why?”

“Por que, for stamina, of course!”

I thought: This is going to be one hell of a weekend! Hope I survive it!

**********

After we ate, we had some nice red wine, then watched the original “King Kong” {1} on tv. When Kong died Mina said,

“I feel sad for the big monkey, he never hurt the girl, just wanted to love her and be with her and protect her.”

“Not to mention ravishing her, which might have presented a compatibility problem,” I laughed. “But nothing is so sad as unrequited love,” I said.

“What does it mean, unrequited?” she asked.

“It means the love is one-sided,” I said.

“Poor monkey. He died for her, but she cried, so at least she loved him a little.”

“Don’t be sad. I think maybe in the later movies, the ending will be happier.”

“Good. Movies should not be sad. We have enough sad things already. I like to watch happy things.”

“Let’s go to bed. Maybe we will think of some happy things there,” I said.

So we hit the hay pretty early and had a nice long restful sleep. I woke at dawn, and as always I let her sleep and lay there for a while just watching the gentle rise and fall of her sweet breasts. She was so very beautiful, especially in repose. I wanted coffee, but this morning I felt so relaxed and satisfied, I stretched about a mile, put my arm softly across her warm belly, then fell blissfully asleep again beside her.

I am the luckiest guy in the world.

2. Chani

About 9:00 a.m, we were awakened by the crackling of a thunderstorm. I had a quick shower, then while she showered I brewed some coffee and made toast. With the storm, the apartment was dark, but cozy with the sound of falling rain. We sat in the kitchen for breakfast.

“Sleep well?” I said.

“Si, y usted?”

“Very well, because of you,” I smiled.

“Mmm, glad to help,” she said, returning my smile. “And gracias, toast is just the way I like.”

“You’re welcome, sweetie. I know you like it crunchy.”

“Mmm…yes like other things. Oh, and I have a little surprise for you. Did I tell you I have a sister? Her name is Chani, she works at the Barberia across town.”

“No, I didn’t know about her. Is that the surprise?”

“Part of it. I asked her to come over for supper tonight. I hope that’s okay?”

“Of course it’s okay. Will she be bringing a boyfriend or husband?”

“No, by herself. I told her to come about five-thirty.”

“Okay, I’ll go and pick up some vino and steaks.”

“Oh, and also grab a dozen eggs and some bacon, please

Supper time was getting close. We couldn’t grill the steaks because it was still raining, so we seasoned them for pan-frying. The doorbell rang and I got the second part of my surprise as I opened the door for our guest.

“Hi, I am Chani. You are Damion, si?”

Trying not to stammer, “Si, welcome Chani, please come in, Mina will be with us in a minute.”

She was beautiful, and except for skin color, Mina and she could pass for twins. Chani was a very light shade of cafe-au-lait, with blue eyes and blonde hair, just like Mina’s. I handed her a glass of wine, then Mina came into the room.

They embraced happily and kissed, and I ducked into the kitchen to start the steaks, while they caught up on girl chatter.

A few minutes later, we sat down to eat. I thought the conversation was going to be awkward, but Chani broke the ice nicely:

“So Damion, I guess you are wondering why Mina and I are different flavors?” (they giggled)

“Well Mina and I have been together for only about a week, and I don’t know much about her family.”

Mina jumped in, “We are half-sisters, and I am one year older. My mother and father were Venezuelan, and Chani’s father was Peruvian. But we are still a matched set!” (we all giggled a little)

“A beautiful matched set, I must say,” trying to tread carefully.

“Gracias,” they said in unison.

“Your parents are still in Venezuela?”

“Si, but buried there. Our fathers were killed in a revolution years ago. Then after mama died, we came to the states, New Mexico first, then we moved to Santa Barbara so we would be near the ocean.” Mina said.

“I am so fortunate that you did,” I smiled.”How did you like the steak?”

“Oh, very good. I never had it pan-fried before. Very tasty and tender,” Chani said.

“They have to be covered while frying, otherwise they get tough,” I said.

“Si, escort şırnak pero sometimes tough meat is mucho mejor!” Mina said, looking directly at Chani, then they laughed.

That remark struck a chord, but I just let it pass.

“Let’s make some wine coolers and go out on the balcony to chat,” I said.

“It is okay if I take a quick shower first?” Chani asked.

Mina said, “Sure. Towels and stuff are in the bathroom, then join us on the balcony.”

“Okay, gracias.”

Mina and I cleared the table, then took the drinks outside.

Mina said, “We can talk a little before she comes out?”

“Sure, what?”

“Okay if she stays over tonight?”

“Absolutely, she is so very welcome.”

“Thank you, love. The other thing is–“

“Si, go on.”

“She has been so very sad lately. She learned a few weeks ago that her boyfriend was killed in action in Afghanistan.”

“Oh my, that is sad. And she is such a doll…I look at her and I see you.”

“Si, I knew you would love her. And that is why I thought we could maybe help to cheer her. She has not seen or dated anyone, nor has she even been out since losing her man, and she is in a deep ditch and must drive out of it. I thought maybe if she is with us and gets to know you, and your loving ways, and our loving ways, it would help her to emerge from her grief. What do you think?”

“Do you mean what I think you mean?” I said.

“Si, love, I do. And I would be with you, mi amor. There is no need to feel shame or guilt, this is only love that we three would share. I have discussed this with her, and she is in agreement. And I know she is very attracted to you. So will you do it, por favor?”

“I love you Mina, and I promised I would do anything you wanted. Of course I will do it, if it will make you happy. And I know it will make me happy!”

And thus the third and final part of the surprise was out of the bag. Chani, clad in one of Mina’s terrycloths, finally came out to join us, and she raised her eyebrows at Mina, signifying a question. Mina smiled and nodded her head and said, “You are on, girl! Rock y roll!” Chani immediately came over to me, put her arms around my neck, kissed me ever so sweetly, then hugged me, and even through her thick robe I felt the soft warmth of her ample breasts. Mina was looking on, smiling ear to ear, and I knew her smile was sincere. As Chani hugged me she whispered softly,

“I love thee, lover of my beloved sister, and if any part of me pleases thee, it is yours,” eyes twinkling.

“And I love thee, beloved sister of my beloved. And si, every part of thee does please me!” I said.

Then Mina came over, tears streaming down her face, then Chani’s waterworks started, and then I started, and the three of us stood there, bawling, hugging, laughing, and kissing, while the torrential cold rain came down in sheets all around us. At that moment I felt so fortunate, even blessed, to be with these precious ladies.

Trying to lighten the mood, I said, “Let’s have a drink, to toast the forthcoming consummation of our loving friendship…or friendly lovingship!”

“Vida y amor!” they both said, and we drank heartily.

We stayed on the balcony, sipping wine and chatting until midnight. As the rain finally settled down to a light sprinkle, we called it a day.

**********

Chani, seeming a little apprehensive, asked, “How do we sleep?”

“Well, there is a big king-size bed in the master bedroom, and a single bed in the guest room,” I teased.

“So I take the single, then?” she asked wistfully.

“No, Querida. The king is more than big enough for three, and Mina and I want you to be with us, please, Chani. We are three, but we are…one,” I said.

Chani had tears welling as she kissed Mina and me, saying “Muchas gracias, I have to fix up a little in bathroom, just a few minutes.”

After she closed the bathroom door, we heard her softly sobbing.

“Too much wine, maybe?” I said.

“Too lonely, for too long,” Mina said.

We finally got settled in bed, and the lights were out. I was in the middle, Mina on my right, Chani on my left. The silence was deafening, as we just stared up at the ceiling. I thought I had better say something, anything, to cut the tension. This was a new experience for me, and I was a little apprehensive myself.

“Does anybody want to give me a goodnight kiss?” I said.

“Me first!” Mina said, snuggling and kissing my right cheek. Then Chani rolled close to me, kissing my left cheek.

“Okay, now I need two on the lips.” Chani kissed, then Mina.

“Now you girls should kiss. But first, all clothing must be removed!”

The girls giggled as they quickly got naked, then proceeded to pull off my pajama shirt, then pants, giggling again as my magic twanger sprang up out of nowhere.

“Jeez, I hate it when it does that!” I lied.

“That’s okay love, it is scary but we’ll tame it down!” Mina laughed.

They kissed, then Mina began to stroke and lick my dick, while Chani gently laved and caressed my scrotum. I was mildly but pleasantly surprised.

I said ” Now don’t be shy, girls,” and they giggled. I could tell that Mina was getting hot as she started to stroke me faster, and she was masturbating. She was breathing fast now, and gave me that wistful little girl pouting expression and said, “Hon, I get on now, please?”

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AN: This is part two of the Hot Shot Series. Read part one here.

– – – – –

The thing is, Leon’s really, really hot. Like, insane levels of attraction. What with the tattoos and the cheekbones and the stubble and the ass — oh god, that ass — August can’t really be blamed, at all for freaking bragging.

The pope would brag if he was dating Leon.

So, by the end of his first month of hitting that, it’s fair to say about ninety percent of the people he’s come into contact with have had to sit through at least one session of August waxing poetic about Leon’s abs. And August would feel bad except, well, Leon’s abs. August dares anyone not to wax poetic about them.

The thing is though, apparently August has been…too enthusiastic?

August gapes. “Come again?”

Rob rolls his eyes. “Come on August,” he says. “You’re a journalism major — it stands to reason you’d be good at making shit up.”

August scowls. “Okay, first of all — that would be creative writing you’re thinking because journalism is a font of truth and integrity.” August manfully ignores Rob’s snort, because he knows Linda and nobody outdoes Linda for dismissive huffing. “And second — you don’t believe Leon exists because I talk about him too much?”

Rob sips his beer and nods. “Yep,” he says, leaning closer and seriously, the bar is not nearly loud enough to warrant that sort of proximity and- oooohhh, shit. Rob smirks like one of those models in Rolex ads. “You’re overcompensating.”

“And you’re hitting on me?” August squeaks. Sue him, this doesn’t happen. Hot people do not get all up in this grill. Unless hot people are Leon which, considering he’s the hottest of the people, August figures it’s the universe’s way of compensating.

Rob does that one-eyebrow tip thing that makes him look like he’s just stepped off the cover of a men’s health magazine. August has watched many-a freshmen fall to that eyebrow. It’s never been aimed at him though and now that it is, it’s fucking terrifying.

“He finally gets it,” Rob says, throwing his head back to down the rest of his beer. The beer that he’s drinking in a bar. With August. On a Friday night. Alone. Oh mother of-

August falls off his chair.

– – – – –

Leon glances down at the caller ID and can feel the smile. It’s a Friday night which means there’s a good chance that August is drunk-dialling him. Something Leon will never, ever admit to actually loving a little bit. August’s brain-to-mouth filter goes offline really fast when alcohol is introduced and Leon likes to count the number of times August mentions the colour of his eyes.

Leon marks his place in the novel he’s working through and swipes open his phone. “August.”

“Oh my god, I think I went on a date with someone,” August says, and Leon feels the entire fucking bottom drop out of his universe.

“I-” Leon stops, presses one hand over his eyes and tries to breathe. “Okay…”

“Okay?!” August yells, and the panic in his voice is enough to pull Leon up long enough to listen. “This is not okay! People think you don’t exist! They think I’m making you up because you’re too hot to be real! Which is fucking tragic because you kinda are! And then I went for a drink with Rob and no one else was there and he did that stupid fucking eyebrow thing at me and-“

“August,” Leon says sharply, because if there’s one thing he’s learned over the last month, it’s that August doesn’t so much wind down from rants as just continue on until he dies. Leon listens to the tell-tale shift and breathe August does when he’s re-setting and feels the familiar punch of longing that comes from needing to touch; smooth August’s pulse with hands and low hums.

“Okay,” August says. “Okay, I’m good.” Leon opens his mouth to say…fuck knows actually, but August is suddenly continuing. “Actually, y’know what? I’m not. Can we just- I know you have a shift tomorrow and we were gonna do Sunday but-“

Leon tosses the book onto the coffee table. “I can be there in half an hour.”

August breathes out, slow and easy. “Good, ’cause I just really need you to fuck me up against a wall or something okay?”

Leon groans. “August-“

“Bruises,” August says determinedly. “I want to be covered in them.”

“Fuck.”

August flails. He’s a flailer. It’s kinda his jam. That said, when someone taps at his window at god-knows-o’clock he doesn’t think it’s his fault when his chair nearly spills him onto the ground.

“Oh my god!” he says, clutching at his heart as he glares at Leon through the glass. The glass of his third-story window, malatya escort because Leon is a weirdo werewolf freak.

“Are you actually allergic to front doors?” August asks, pushing the window up and stepping back so Leon can unfold himself into the room. It’s times like this August is glad he’s rooming with a physics major — Kyle spends all his time either at the labs or at the bars. It’s almost like August lives alone.

“This way’s faster,” Leon says because of course he does.

August nods seriously. “I understand the haste to get all up in this,” he says, waving a hand down at himself and manfully ignoring the way Leon rolls his eyes. “But seriously, this is probably why no one thinks you exist.”

Leon’s lips tick up into a smirk and wow, no — he does not get to find this funny, that’s just not fair.

“I thought I didn’t exist because you make me sound like a Greek god?” he says, pressing into August’s space until August is forced to bring his arms up to catch around Leon’s neck for fear of tipping backwards onto his desk. Leon’s hair is soft. It’s a hard life August leads.

“You are a Greek god,” August says, letting his head be nudged back so that Leon can nose up under his jaw. Werewolves, seriously. “It’s not my fault you’re painfully good looking.”

“You could not talk about me so much,” Leon says, sucking a light kiss to August’s neck. It’s just enough to make August squirm without really satisfying and Leon knows it, too; he huffs an amused breath across August’s skin when August’s fingers tighten in his hair.

“Screw that,” August says, groaning a little when Leon presses forward. “I’m boning the hottest guy ever. Bragging is practically mandatory.”

Leon hums against his throat and August has to bite his lip as he feels Leon’s hands palm his ass through the thin cotton of his track pants. “Gah, fu- how long do we have?”

“I have to be on the road by seven,” Leon says, squeezing and rocking forward so that August can feel—god—everything.

August groans, tugging at Leon’s hair until he lifts his head. “That’s only-“

Leon cuts him off with a kiss. It’s warm, wet and when August cants his head and licks- oh hell yes. “You asshole,” August says, pulling back. “Take your pants off, we only have a few hours.”

Watching Leon undress has to be one of August’s favourite things. Leon always strips with a careless sort of grace that August only gets to appreciate for the first few seconds because, well, then there’s all the skin.

“And you wonder why I brag,” August says, tossing the lube within easy reach on the bed before tugging his own shirt over his head. He gets as far as lobbing it in the direction of the hamper before Leon’s pressed the length of him, moulding himself to August’s back and okay, yep- they’re wasting no time at all, apparently.

August makes a sound that’s just plain embarrassing, tipping his head back onto Leon’s shoulder as he wraps careful fingers around Leon’s wrist. Feeling the bunch and shift of tendons as Leon works him is probably a little higher on that list of favourites than the stripping thing. Just.

“A+ time management skills,” August gasps, bowing back so that his ass grinds against Leon’s cock and he’s just gonna burn that whole list analogy before things get out of hand, okay?

“How many times do you think you can come tonight?” Leon says, and wow, unfair.

August opens his mouth to answer but then Leon is swiping his thumb over the head of August’s dick on an upstroke and August has to lean forward and catch himself on the wall beside his bed because Jesus Christ, buttons: he has them.

“I get the impression we’re gonna find out?” August says.

Leon hums and hooks his chin over August’s shoulder as he finally pulls August’s dick all the way over the waistband of his pants. He always does this — always watches — like his hands on August is a show Fox would itch to cancel. August kinda likes the contrast himself: the tan of Leon’s fingers on the white of his hip; the red flush of his cock.

“Jesus,” August groans, “Can we-“

“No,” Leon says, pressing a barely-there kiss to the shell of August’s ear as he leans over to snag the lube. “Just like this.”

August feels his toes curl against the carpet and clamps down on a pitiful sound. “I’m gonna fall on my face when I come,” he warns.

Leon’s hand disappears for a second and August can’t do much beyond try not to whine like a three-year-old at the loss.

“How is that different from any other time?” Leon says.

August’s malatya escort bayan splutter turns into a groan when Leon’s hand returns, gloriously wet and slick as his fingers press deliciously around the underside of August’s cock, thumb a rolling pressure over the head.

“Shit,” August says, scrabbling at the wall. Leon’s arm anchors across his chest, pinning him back against solid heat and it’s great — it’s seriously fucking fantastic because skin and Leon and Leon’s skin but-

“Agh, you’re an asshole,” August says, trying and failing to buck into Leon’s hand. He can’t move an inch here and he’s probably clawing Leon’s arm half to death but so not his fault, Jesus Christ.

“You’re the one who said your legs will give out,” Leon says and August is so screwed because that’s his innocent voice. “I’m helping.”

“You’re something, that’s for damn- oh god-“

August lifts paint this time, which he’s going to have to worry about later because Leon’s basically given up all finesse and is jacking him with hard, fast strokes.

“Oh god, if you keep doing that-“

“A few hours, remember?” Leon says, all hot breath in August’s ear and August gives up on the wall, just arches back until he can hook his hand around the back of Leon’s neck and hold on. Leon doesn’t even have to brace, just takes August’s weight and sighs into it, like August is giving him something. But then that’s the Leon August- well. Yeah.

“Oh my god, oh my god.” August jerks hard when Leon’s next stroke sees his fingers detour, dragging delicious pressure down over August’s balls and it’s a thing okay? August has a balls thing. Ball play is the best play. “If you don’t bite me I’m going to kick your ass.”

It comes out less of a command and more of a wheeze which is probably why Leon huffs a laugh against his throat before licking up the tendon there.

“I marked you last week,” Leon says, teeth scraping lightly like a giant, teasing ass-face.

“Exactly,” August says, “Last week, Leon. There’s a ‘last’ in that—ah—that sentence. I signed on for bruises, remember? If you don’t deliver I’ll sue you for breach of contract.”

“You’re studying journalism,” Leon reminds him, like an asshole. A grinning into his neck asshole.

August shifts his hand from Leon’s neck up into his hair and tugs, feeling his gut swoop when Leon groans and presses in a little harder but god, still not hard enough. Well, two can play at that. Leon sucks in a breath when August grinds back against him, his cock a heavy dragging weight down the cleft of August’s ass and August wants, practically keens it until Leon fits his mouth just under August’s jaw and sucks, hard.

August moans loud enough he knows he’s gonna be getting dirty looks in the common room in the morning but he can’t even begin to give one ounce of a fuck, because he can feel his orgasm sparking low down and—holy shit—he’s gonna have the biggest hickey in the known universe. August has just enough time to think, fuck yes, before Leon’s doing something glorious with his wrist and finally—finally—biting down over the mark he’s made and August’s orgasm ignites and rolls upwards, licking up his spine until he’s arching with it.

“Fuck,” Leon says, like he’s the one being wrecked here and August can’t do much beyond clench his fingers in Leon’s stupid, soft hair and try to remember his own name.

“Oh my god,” August breathes, riding out an aftershock and- yep, there go his knees.

Leon catches him just like he said he would, pressing them both forward until they’re braced against the wall and August is beyond anything but resting his forehead against the surface and making pathetic little humming noises as Leon trails light kisses over the back of his neck. And down his back. And down- oh.

The air is cool against his ass which is in stark contrast to the tongue licking a hot stripe up his cleft.

“Fuuuuuuck,” August says, bucking through another aftershock.

Leon just hums against him, getting his hands on him so he can open him up and swirl a tight loop around August’s hole. Then a pause and a huffed laugh. August grins against his arms.

“I had half an hour, you think I wouldn’t prepare?”

Leon shifts behind him, getting back to his feet and there’s only an inch or two difference in their heights but August loves the way Leon can seem to loom anyway.

“Oh you’ll be coming alright,” Leon says, because he’s terrible.

“That was bad and you should feel bad,” August says, grinning like a fucking fool anyway. A grin that drops off escort malatya his face around a moan a moment later when he feels the head of Leon’s cock at his hole.

“Ready?” Leon says.

August grunts, trying to shift back into him. “I will kill you if you don- ah!”

God, this never gets old. The stretch and the heat of it. The low breath Leon punches out as he bottoms out completely. August arches into it, bucking back into the cradle of Leon’s hips in a way that makes them both groan.

“Move, you asshole,” August says, hooking one hand back to grab at Leon’s hip.

Leon obliges, but in the worst way — sliding out like he’s in slow motion and sinking back in just as slow. They’ve been fucking for a month now and August knows this game, knows that Leon understands exactly what it does to him — mile-a-minute August, forced to slow down and just fucking take it. It would be infuriating if it weren’t also so fucking hot.

August whines, trying to buck back onto Leon’s dick, but Leon’s got both hands on his hips now, holding him sure and steady with inhuman strength. Fuck, August should have known he’d end up with a damn werewolf, his kinks what they are.

The rhythm builds slowly, so slowly August is sweating by the time he breaks. “Fuck you, please-“

It’s all it takes. The next thrust is sharp, lighting him up just like August knew it would and it’s all he can do to bite down on his own arm to stop a yell.

“Fuck,” Leon swears behind him, and it’s like a starting pistol. The roll of hips turns brutal, dragging out the pleasure like a match being struck. August can’t do anything but brace against the wall and whine around his teeth, feeling each thrust down to the bone.

It’s no time at all before his second orgasm is bearing down on him, rolling upwards from his toes like a tidal wave.

“Come for me,” Leon says and that’s all it takes. Show’s over. Crowd going wild. August comes untouched all over the wall and has just enough wherewithal to appreciate Leon clutching through his own orgasm behind him before he swivels and, with a complete lack of dignity, faceplants the bed.

Leon just laughs behind him, leaning down to press a kiss to the small of August’s back. “Two down,” he says.

– – – – –

If there’s one thing college has taught Rob it’s that trying to survive an essay without coffee is freaking impossible. Which is why he’s lined up at The Brew at ass-o’clock on Saturday morning, squinting up at the menu board and trying to decide if he can justify a toastie with his Americano.

He hears August before he sees him. It’s the laugh — August laughs with his whole body and somehow, you can hear it. It’s disgustingly endearing. Rob cranes his neck to trace the source of it and ends up peering into the back corner — the back corner with all the booths and the cushions and the ridiculous hippy candles that are lit even during the day. If coffee shops were 1940s townships, the back corner of The Brew would be the makeout point. Which is why when Rob sees who August is back there with, he kinda wants to fall over.

Dark hair, tattoos and– Jesus, how are cheekbones like that even real? Even the look on mystery man’s face — slightly stupid and soft as he watches August laughing — isn’t enough to kill the impression of features you could shave with. The dude looks like porn.

The dude is also looking at August like August hung the goddamn moon or something, which- oh shit.

Leon. This is Leon. Leon who’s very real and possibly even hotter than August ever described and Rob is going to fucking die because the dude has serial killer written all over him and Rob hit on his boyfriend.

Rob watches as Leon leans across to swipe at something on August’s bottom lip — cream, fucking drool because August has the hottest boyfriend in the universe, who knows — and August grins at him before- Jesus fuck. Rob barely keeps his wounded noise in check as he watches the pad of Leon’s thumb disappear between August’s lips and how, how is anything in the world fair?

Leon’s gaze goes half-lidded and the stupid tea-light candles must reflect off one of the millions of decorative chimes and shit they have back there because his eyes almost seem to flash red.

Rob watches as Leon’s fingers curl under August’s jaw, pressing slightly until August tips his head and wow — holy shit, that is like, the biggest hickey Rob has ever seen in his goddamn life. That must hurt. Obviously not in a bad way though because when Leon presses three fingers into it, just over August’s pulse point, August’s eyes flutter closed like he’s in heaven or something.

Rob turns back to the counter just in time to order a triple shot and two toasties. He figures he had a near-death experience last night. He’s allowed this.

FIN

– – – – –

AN: Thanks so much for reading! I’ll have part three of this one up soon!

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Back at the warehouse they were berated as Stefano’s Pa sanctimoniously indulged his Angry Boss routine. If he had even the slightest notion of what really took place that afternoon, his fury would have been limitless and only too real (and, Dan was careful to remind himself, very possibly murderous). But in the end everyone just clocked off and went home like usual. Then Dan spent a weekend in Hell.

He worried from minute to minute that Stefano’s Dad would discover the truth, and would unleash his Sicilian wrath. The man was no great threat in himself, but the extended Liotta family had terrifying connections. There was even this evil uncle with a fucking hook-hand who used to visit the shop. Dan dreamed all kinds of nightmarish scenarios, involving secluded basements and rusty implements of torture. He was playing with fire right now.

He wanted desperately to call the boy, or send a text, or facebook messenger, or anything to make sure they were cool. He imagined Stefano was suddenly regretful or distressed. What if the lad hated him now? But he couldn’t bring himself to make contact, afraid he might somehow make things worse or betray their secret. His nights were sleepless and his days were long.

Stefano on the other hand had a blast of a weekend. Like any regular teen, he didn’t give a thought about how anyone else might be doing, and having refused to take his Pa’s disciplinary seriously, he went forward riding on a high. His mad encounter with Dan made him feel like a different person. He was no longer a virgin. No longer a child. He was a red-blooded, sexually active, full-grown male. Cocky in every sense of the word.

He swaggered about like he owned the place, making hotshot jokes with his mates, and snubbing his girlfriend like he had attained some kind of Stardom. Later, when she confronted him about this arrogant display he had nothing to say for himself, and tried to patch things up by getting sexy with her. She was having none of it tho, and spun on her heel. Didn’t dampen Stefano’s spirits though. He knew he could get all the sexual attention she denied him from Dan instead.

When he got back to work Monday morning he was ready to flirt. Danny looked kind of apprehensive and mysteriously forlorn at the start of the day, but Stefano soon put him at ease with a few dirty remarks. The Big Man was clearly maraş escort infatuated. He could hardly keep his eyes off the boy, and Stefano worked it with winks and smiles.

By midmorning Dan was placing cheeky slaps on teenager’s ass, and before lunch hour came around he’d already pulled his sweetheart close by the waste in a loving embrace. Stefano stared deep into Dan’s eyes, waiting for his Buddy to take the lead. He thought they might kiss, but Dan let him go again, saying,

“Later, babe.”

A Grown Man was calling him babe now. It felt so dangerous and sinful. He liked it.

They were both unsure of how to leave things at the end of the day.

“Hey, you wanna come back to mine?” Dan suggested conspiratorially, glancing down the hall to check they weren’t being overheard.

“Um, Mum’s cooking dinner…” the teen mumbled ambivalently.

“Yeah, right, of course,” Dan nodded, remembering just how crushingly inappropriate his affections were. “Listen, I probably shouldn’t…”

“Tomorrow.” Stefano interrupted, “I’ll say I’m going round a mate’s house.”

Their grins lit up the warehouse, and Stefano watched Dan mount his motorbike and skid away with heartbeats pounding in his ears.

The Sicilian teen was so anxious thinking about calling on Dan that he left the house without making himself ready. He was already halfway across town when he suddenly realised he hadn’t changed out of his work clothes. He often wore his work gear into the evening if he was just lounging about at home. But never if he was leaving the house. Dan would think he was such a dweeb showing up in his shabby work shirt! He should definitely have put fresh underwear on at least, but it didn’t make sense walking back now. Did it?

“What am I doing?” he cross-examined himself.

He could have just gone back and forgotten about the whole stupid thing. Was he really going over some Bloke’s house to have sex with him? Was he gay now, is that what this meant? He decided to keep going, but felt silly.

The door to Dan’s flat was round the side of an old electricals shop at the top of Gloucester Road. He hit the buzzer and waited.

“Hey sexy,” Dan answered, in his grubby white vest and threadbare boxers.

Made Stefano feel a little less embarrassed about not having made an effort. maraş escort bayan He still blushed on his way up the stairs.

Dan’s flat was a simple place. A narrow kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom and a lounge. He’d been playing Mortal Kombat on a big flatscreen before he answered the door. A beer stood half drunk on the side.

“You want a beer?” Dan offered, popping the cap off another bottle and inviting Stefano to join the game.

They played a little while, Dan winning every time and celebrating his wins with lewd, audacious displays, grabbing his crotch and flipping Stefano the bird. The walls of the flat were plastered with heavy metal posters. Stefano didn’t recognise a single band. He guessed they were listening to one of them now, all roaring guitars and barking vocals. Somehow he couldn’t shake his nerves.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Dan prodded.

Stefano just couldn’t think what to say.

“Are you blushing, babe?” Dan persisted, making the boy blush further, “You’re literally never lost for words at work when we might get caught any minute, but as soon as I get you alone…”

Throwing his joystick aside, Dan slid down upon his crush with lustful intent. His hands stroked and clasped every part of the lad. He kissed Stefano’s neck and collar, he pinched his nipples and balls through his sweaty clothes. Stefano swooned and flinched at every touch, overcome with passion.

“You’re such a bad boy, Stefano!” Danny whispered.

“No I’m not…” Stefano protested weakly, wondering why Dan kept telling him that?

“Yeah you are, looking so sexy all day, showing everyone your Calvin’s under your shirt. Giving all the warehouse lads dirty boners in their pants.”

Dan lifted the boy’s shirt to lay kisses on his belly and run his fingertips under the elastic of the offending boxer briefs in question. The Trucker was blowing Stefano’s tiny mind right now. He never thought about his Calvin’s showing before.

Were the guys in warehouse really watching for a glimpse of his underwear? Dave? Gary? They were straight tho. The notion he might be turning their heads was just too hot.

“You’re dirty, showing up here in your stinky work gear,” Dan continued, “you’re cruising for a proper spanking, boy.”

This is how Dan liked to talk to goth girls when escort maraş he brought them home, get them wet. But now he was talking dirty to a boy instead. His Boss’s sexy 19 year old son.

He was definitely going to fuck him. He had to. What if this mad chance never came again?

“Bad boys like you need to be fucked, babe,” me mumbled, “to teach you a lesson.”

It was happening! Stefano’s heart beat louder as he came to terms with his fate. A big sexy man was going to fuck him in ass.

Dan’s impatient erection had been poking the boy through his boxers all this time, but now he let it out, straightening himself up so it swung above Stefano’s bewildered face.

“How’d you like that, gay boy?” Dan goaded, checking the kid’s wide-eyed expression of amazement.

Dan just had big old dick. Fat like a coke can. He knew it was something special, and always got a kick out of girl’s faces when they realised he’d be stretching them to their limits. And now boys were gasping at the sight too. He’d been blessed with a God-like dick, and it was only right he share the gift.

“We don’t need a jonny, do we babe?” He murmured, pulling the boy’s grey joggers and tight panties all the way off.

Naked from the waist down with his perfect four-inch stubby bobbing in the evening light, Stefano gazed up at his workmate. Dan lifted the boy’s legs and took a long, prurient sniff of his socks on his feet. The sour scent pumped his dick up another notch.

Stefano knew what was coming and tried to be brave, but nothing could prepare him for the shock of actual penetration. The pain winded him, but Dan pushed through till his balls were crushed between their steamy bodies. And once he was in nice and deep he struck up a regular thrust, rhythmic and true.

Dan’s secret fantasy had come to life. The teen was right here, gasping on his girth, dressed in his work shirt just like in Dan’s dream. He felt high.

“Fuck Stefano, you’re amazing,” the words just kept coming out.

When he finally came, gushing deep within his aching sweetheart, he lost all sense of himself in vast euphoric flashes.

Stefano watched from below as the sweaty Hunk panted and tumbled. All the pain was worth it for the shower of passionate kisses that followed. The Man worshiped him. All he had to do was lay back and be adored.

Wandering back home that night, butt-sore and weary, he couldn’t keep from sneering at his reflection in the dark shop windows. He felt like the sexiest boy in the world. Like everyone wanted a piece of his ass. Grown men dropping at his feet as he passed.

Next chapter: Dan teaches his boy to behave.

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“Dude, where were you yesterday afternoon?” My friend Dave asked as I wandered out into the main room of the hotel suite.

Groggy, I rubbed my eyes as I slowly hobbled towards the kitchen, gingerly sitting down on the stool at the counter.

“Huh? Oh…uh, you know. I was just checking out the resort.” I mumbled, still trying to comprehend what had happened to me. Had I really gotten that drunk yesterday? Everything was so hazy. I remembered going to the pool bar…I remembered bumping into these two older guys…I remembered… No…no, I just dreamt that last bit, didn’t I? Jeez, why was my ass so sore?

Dave shook me on the shoulder. “Damn, Jon, how much did you drink? We all thought that maybe Cindy had shown up early and you were off somewhere finally losing your v-card.” He laughed.

Losing…my…virginity. No…no, it HAD to have been a dream. There’s no way I would ever let those two old gay guys do THAT to me.

“Cindy? Nah, she’s not here until tomorrow.” I told Dave as he flung a towel over his shoulder and headed towards the door.

“Well, when she gets here, man, you be sure to give it to her good, got it? Hahah! Hey, Mike and Doug are already at the pool. You gonna come down?” Dave asked, hovering in the doorway.

“Yeah, yeah. Maybe. I’ll see you down there.” As the door closed, I slowly stood up, stretching slightly trying to ease my sore hole. Had I really let two old men fuck me up the ass??

No way. It was just a crazy dream. I needed to clear my head.

I threw on a pair of swim trunks and a light t-shirt and headed down to the resort restaurant, looking to get a bite before I met up with the guys at the pool, my brain still trying to comprehend what really happened yesterday.

As I down walked the hallway, my phone buzzed: A text from Cindy.

“Hey babe,” it read. “Can’t wait to see you tomorrow. The guys are going to leave early so we can be alone, right?”

I took a long step, trying to find a comfortable stride as I texted back. “Hey back! Absolutely! They agreed to give us the room for the night! I’ve been horny for weeks just thinking about it.”

I smiled to myself and hit ‘send’ looking up only briefly before I collided with someone turning the corner, dropping my phone as I stumbled backwards.

“Whoa, hey, so sorry,” I said, as I stood up, straightening my shirt. “That was totally my faul…” My mouth gaped as my eyes focused on the man in front of me. Older, taller, thicker, hairy chest bare beneath an opened Hawaiian shirt. It couldn’t be…

Frank smiled as he bent down and scooped up my phone, chuckling. “Well, here you are.” He said as I back pedaled, bumping into the wall behind me as my mind reeled.

“Wayne and I been looking all over for you this morning. You jumped out of the car so quickly when we brought you back that we barely had a chance to exchange numbers yesterday.”

I pressed myself against the wall as Frank leaned in, resting his hand on the wall next to my head, his big, bare belly pressing into my chest as he pinned me in place.

“Wha…what the hell? Hey, man, back up!” I squeaked, Frank’s meaty hand reaching up and grabbing the waist of my shorts preventing me from turning away.

“How’s your pussy this morning, baby? Sore, I bet. Can’t believe you took two cocks at once for your first time, you must be a real bottom bitch, you know?”

My eyes went wide as I twisted, trying to pull away from the man, his gut pressing me into the wall and his hand tight on the front of my shorts. I could feel the smooth fabric of his speedo rubbing against my arm, his crotch grinding into my wrist as I squirmed.

“No way, man. You’ve got me confused with some else. Let me go…please?” My voice squeaked, surprisingly, as I begged like a trapped puppy. Shouldn’t I be pissed? Shouldn’t I be punching this asshole and screaming?

I felt the fat shaft of his cock against my arm as he leaned in close, putting all of his weight against me.

“Oh no, baby. No, no, no, my little faggot. Daddy’s far from done with you.” He glanced over his shoulder to a slightly opened door behind him, some kind of store room with a maid’s cart and racks of towels. Before I could object, he dragged me through the door by the waist of my shorts, the seam of my trunks sliding between my ass cheeks and pinching my tender hole as I struggled against his superior strength.

“Wayne is going to be so excited I found you.” He whispered as he pulled me forcibly into the room, tossing me aside like a rag doll and slamming the door behind him.

I pressed myself against the back wall, trying to get as far from Frank as possible as he pulled out his cell phone and made a call.

“Hey Wayne, it’s me. Uh huh, yep. I found him. Pull the car around. Before I meet you out front though I’m going to have a little fun. We’ll see you soon.” He hung up the phone and then waggled another in his opposite hand. My phone.

“Heh, Wayne is gonna get the car. We’re gonna go back to our place again, what do you say, baby?” nevşehir escort bayan Frank asked. I immediately shook my head and started to argue but Frank quickly slid open the messaging app on my phone and saw my texts to Cindy.

“Hmm, Cindy, eh? I wonder what she would think about your little adventure yesterday…” His big, dark eyes looked at me while he licked his lips. “Should I tell her?”

He asked, sauntering towards me, his brightly colored blue speedo tented out below his big, hairy belly.

“Why don’t I draft up a little text here for her, hmm?”

“No! Give that back!” I shouted, waving my arms as I tried to snatch the phone from his hand. Frank held his arm high, smiling at my futile attempts while he put another big hand on my waist, pushing me back against the wall.

“You can have it back, baby.” He said, his belly once again pressing into mine, his hard cock rubbing against me. “But you’ve gotta do a little something for daddy first.”

He quickly raised his hand to the back of my neck and pulled my face to his, mashing his fat lips to mine as his tongue darted into my mouth. My eyes bulged as I put my hands on his hairy chest, straining to push away…but the harder I fought back the more he ground his hardening cock against me, sliding it up and down the length of my own crotch as he held me firmly to his lips.

“I’m the first man you ever kissed, huh? Yesterday. Remember? Me and Wayne had our cocks stuffed in your little tight boy pussy as you sucked my tongue. You begged for it. And then we both came in you. That’s not something you just walk away from…”

His finger dropped to my chest as he pinched my nipple under my shirt.

“You don’t just let two men cum in your pussy then walk away back to your little straight life. Back to your little ‘Cindy.’…nah, you’re ours now. Our little faggot.” His face was so close to mine as he whispered the harsh truths at me, my cheeks flushed and my mind raced as he confirmed my worst fears.

“But maybe you can earn your way out of it. Maybe you do me a favor here and now and I let you walk away. How about it baby?” Frank asked, straightening as he kept a hand firmly locked on my shoulder.

“You suck me off, right here and now. You make me cum in under 5 minutes…and I’ll give you your phone back. I’ll give you your phone back and you’ll never see me again. Wayne and I will find another bitch…how about it?” He held the phone still, teasing, right over my head.

“Or I could just text your bitch right now and wreck your life. Your call.”

My chest heaved as I stared daggers through the man, his free hand now sliding up my cheek to the back of my head. I gritted my teeth as he grabbed a handful of my sandy hair and slowly began pulling me to my knees.

He knew he had me. What else could I do?

“Good bitch.” He said. “This is nothing new for you anyways, cocksucker. You already sucked my knob yesterday, remember?” He laughed, embarrassing me further as I sunk to my knees to face the thick bulge now at eye level.

Frank pressed his speedo covered cock towards my face and I pulled back, instinctively. A sharp pull of my hair and the older man pulled my gaze to his.

“Don’t get shy now, slut. You’re already 15 seconds behind.”

Realizing I had little choice, I quickly reached up under Frank’s stout belly and felt for the edges of his speedo, tugging the fabric down to reveal his fat, hard cock jutting out from a thick mane of dark public hair.

Yesterday, I was drunk, stoned and completely out of my mind. So much so that when Frank had first waved his fat, meat stick of a cock in front of my face, I barely even noticed it.

Today, I was staring at his hardening dick through completely sober eyes. It was thick, much thicker than mine. Longer too. His full bush gave way to a fat shaft and a perfectly cut head that bobbed in front of my lips, a clear drop of precum set neatly on the tip. I gulped, terrified.

“Clock’s ticking, baby. Open up, c’mon.” I knew I needed to do this. If I wanted to get my phone back and possibly be rid of this big asshole, I’d have to suck his cock. If I could get him to cum, maybe I could get out of this.

I couldn’t believe I was about to do this…but here I was, on my knees in the floor of a hotel linen closet about to put another man’s cock in my mouth.

I lowered my mouth onto Frank’s dick head, wrapping my lips tight around his shaft as he pushed his hips slightly towards my face.

“Cocksucker.” He hissed, running his hand through my hair as I slowly began bobbing my head up and down the end of his dick. There was absolutely no way I was going to get this monster down my throat, but I knew if I was going to have any chance of getting my phone back, I’d have to try.

With each bob of my head, I tried to take more of Frank’s cock in my mouth, my jaw stretched as I slid his dick between my lips.

“Mmm, yeah. There you go, faggot. Watch those teeth. Wiggle that tongue of yours nevşehir escort over it. C’mon, you can do it. Four minutes.” He announced.

“Look at me.” Frank demanded, pulling my hair as I dragged my lips off his shaft, lingering on his head. His dark eyes looked down at me over the edge of his hairy, round belly and he winked before pushing his dick back in my mouth, gently rocking his hips as I continued sucking.

I heard a familiar ‘ding’ from my phone and heard Frank chuckle as he slid the phone down next to his hip, whisps of his dark bush lapping over my phone screen as I read the new text from Cindy.

I love you. The message read.

“See that? Your little bitch loves you. She loves a cocksucking faggot. So suck the cum out of my balls, cocksucker. Suck it good and you can go back to your normal little straight life. Three minutes.”

Fuck, I thought. I’ve gotta hurry. I bobbed faster, drooling over Frank’s dick as I took it deeper and deeper with each stroke.

“Mmm, that’s it baby. Play with daddy’s balls too.” He encouraged and I reached up and held his plum sized sack in my hand, gently rubbing his fleshy scrotum as he began to buck his hips more.

“Oh yeah, don’t stop baby. Don’t stop. One minute. Fuck, you fucking cocksucker. You’re gonna make daddy cum. You’re actually going to make me cum. Better hurry!”

I’m doing it! I thought. I’m winning!…winning a game where a man face fucks me and calls me a faggot? I pushed the thought out of my mind. With a hand on his balls, I wrapped another hand around his thigh, grabbing his hairy ass cheek as I pulled myself into his dick, my jaw aching as I fought to make this man cum.

“Thirty seconds.” He whispered. “Don’t stop cocksucker.” I could hear it in his voice! He was going to blow soon!

Suddenly the door knob turned and I heard a shriek, a young hotel maid dropped her towels and covered her eyes as she walked into the linen closet.

Frank gripped the back of my head and kept my mouth fixed to his dick as he grabbed a handful of towels and threw it at the maid.

“Get out of here, bitch!” He yelled, the poor maid locking eyes with me as Frank continued to furiously hump my face.

Shocked, the maid left, slamming the door as Frank shook his head with a sigh, his hips still bucking as he pressed his pubes into my face.

A deep laugh rumbled through him, his giant belly jiggling against my forehead as his cock slid in and out of my mouth.

“Tough luck, kid! That dumb bitch just sealed your fate. Your five minutes is up.”

I gripped his thighs with my hands and pulled my face off his crotch.

“Wait, what?!” I shouted. “Wait, that’s not fair…” I protested as Frank grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and his hard cock with another.

“Life’s not fair, faggot.” He whispered as he began furiously pumping his own cock. A thick stream of cum shot out from the head and splashed across my horrified face. I tried to argue again only to find Frank shoving his pulsating cock head between my lips, thick cum filling my mouth as he gripped my cheeks with both hands and pulled me by the ears onto his spasming dick.

“Fuck, yeah!” Frank shouted, shivering as his dick twitched. “Mmm, yeah, you fucking cocksucker, take it. Take that cum.”

I gasped and cum spilled from the edges of my lips as I dragged my arm across my mouth, wiping salty cum off my own tongue.

“Hey! Hey wait…” I coughed. “That counts, right? That still counts??” I pleaded, still on my knees, a big rope of cum stuck to my cheek.

“Hah!” Frank laughed, stuffing his still hard dick back into his speedos as he gripped my arm and pulled me to my feet. “I don’t think so, baby bitch. The deal was for five minutes. You didn’t do it. I’m keeping this phone. You want it? Come out to the car and we’ll see if you can cut a deal with Wayne.”

With that, Frank dragged me from the closet back out into the hallway quickly pulling me towards the lobby and their silver Mercedes. A familiar face sat behind the wheel and Wayne spun around to look at me as Frank nudged me into the back seat.

My hair a mess, cum splashed across my face, Wayne couldn’t help but laugh.

“You boys been having some fun?” He asked as Frank crowded into the back seat with me, pulling me slightly over his lap as the car pulled away from the hotel.

“Oh yeah,” Frank grinned. “But we’re gonna need to make a deal with our little bitch here if you want your own piece of the action…”

—

Frank and Wayne argued the short distance from the resort to their desert home, Frank’s arm locked around my waist as I again struggled to wrap my head around the events that had taken place.

In the last 24 hours I’d gotten drunk, left my friends and let two old men turn me into the meat of their fuck sandwich. Then not even 10 minutes ago I let one of those men blackmail me into swallowing a load of his cum and follow him and his gay partner back to their house again.

“Why are we playing escort nevşehir this silly little game?” Wayne asked as he pulled the Mercedes into the garage, closing the door behind.

“Because, little Jon here is still convinced he’s straight and is desperate to fuck his little bitch. I say we give him a fighting chance!” Frank chuckled.

Wayne rolled his eyes and turned back to look at his partner. “We’ve already both fucked him. He’s a faggot now. He’s got your cum on his face! It’s still warm! He’s a full blown cock serving slut.”

“Excuse me…?” I whispered, the two men ignoring me.

“Yeah, yeah. He’s a faggot, for sure. But we’ve gotta let him think he’s got a way out! It’s more fun that way.” Frank mused.

“Excuse me…?” I said again, slightly louder.

“Hah, fun for you, maybe. You just drained your balls in his mouth. What about me?” Wayne asked.

“You’ll get a turn, how about this: You fuck him in his pussy. If his little cock gets hard then we’ll know he’s a born faggot, okay?”

“Excuse me! Don’t I get a say in this at all?” I pleaded, my eyes darting between the two, large men as they plotted to plow my ass.

“No!” They said in unison, Wayne exiting the vehicle as Frank rubbed my arm.

“Look, kid, this is the only way we’re gonna know for sure if you’re a true bottom bitch like we think you are. If your cock gets hard while Wayne’s fucking you, then we’ll know. We only want to break in born bottoms. If your dick stays soft we’ll leave you alone and you can run back to your little girl, Sandy.”

“Cindy.” I corrected as Frank coaxed me out of the car and towards the house.

“Right, Cindy, like it matters. Come on, babe.” He said, parading me into the living room, past the couch where the two men had already fucked me yesterday. My mind whirled and I struggled to remember if I had gotten hard then.

The two men corralled me down the hall into a bedroom, a large king sized bed set in the middle. Frank led the way, tugging my t-shirt over my head as Wayne pulled off my swim trunks, both eager to get me into position.

What the hell? I thought. How am I letting this happen? Am I really going to go through with this? Why am do I keep letting these two old assholes talk me into this stuff?! A pit grew in my stomach as Frank crawled onto the bed, dragging me along with him, Wayne’s hands on my hips as he followed suit.

What if they’re right? What if I keep letting them do this because I AM a faggot?!

I shook my head, and closed my eyes. No. No, that’s not true. I’m just doing this to get my phone back and so that these two will leave me alone for good!

I came to this conclusion at the same time I realized I was fully naked, crawling on my hands and knees up the bed into Frank’s waiting arms. He already had his speedos off and he pushed my face down to rest on his hairy leg, his now flaccid cock dangling inches from my face.

“Just lay here like that.” Frank ordered, positioning me prone on the bed, my face in his lap as his big hands stroked my neck and back, gently making their way down to my ass cheeks. He kneeded them under his palms and I turned slightly to see Wayne behind me, tossing his own speedos aside as he grabbed my ankles and spread my legs.

Frank squeezed my cheeks and the spread them wide, exposing my still sore asshole to his partner. Wayne chuckled.

“He still looks a little red down there. Poor thing.” He said, tracing a finger softly over my tender asshole.

“He can take it.” Frank chimed in, hooking a finger under my chin and pulling my eyes to meet his gaze…his soft cock rested against my cheek as he spoke.

“Okay, here’s the deal, baby. Daddy Wayne is going to fuck you…”

“…again!” Wayne reminded me.

“…yes, again. He’s going to fuck your boy pussy and if you can keep your cock soft, I’ll give you back your phone and you can go home. Okay?”

I frowned and shook my head. This was easily the worst deal I’d ever heard in my life. Again, I couldn’t believe this was happening. But what was I going to do? Overpower these two bigger, stronger men? Even if I could, they still had my phone…

Frank produced another tube of lube and squeezed it onto my asshole, spreading it around and then slathering a generous amount on Wayne’s hardening cock.

“Geez…” I muttered, looking up at Frank through his thick bush. “Can you, like, at least put on a condom or something?” The two looked at each other then back at me, laughing.

“Boy, we’ve BOTH already bred your boy hole, bareback. A condom is just going to make things take that much longer…unless that’s what you want? You want Daddy Wayne’s cock in you as long as possible?” Frank grinned.

I shook my head. “No, but I…ahhhhh!” I squealed as I felt Wayne’s bare cock head poke my bruised hole, his fat dick already hard as steel as he began tunneling into me.

“Oh, fuck!” Wayne gasped. “He’s so fucking tight. How did we both manage to get our cocks in him yesterday?”

Frank shrugged as he ran his hands through my hair, rubbing my face on his thick bush, soft cock and balls.

“Well, he was pretty drunk, and loose yesterday. Here let me give him some more lube…” I heard the lube bottle open and Frank’s slippery finger now gently tracing my stretched asshole, right where Wayne’s cock was sunk into me.

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Chase watched Xavier go and sighed. His friend, and fellow teammate Ryan plopped down beside him and chuckled.

“Still got it bad for your roommate huh?” Ryan asked.

Chase blushed before turning away from the delectable Xavier and his large ass before staring back down at his plate of food.

“I can’t help it. And I’ve tried everything for two years but he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.” Suddenly, a third body joined them.

“Escuchame hombre, Xavier doesn’t know because you still haven’t told him!” Marco shouted. Ryan nodded.

“I know but-“

“Don’t gays have some type of gaydar that can sense when another one of their kind is close?” Ryan asked.

Chase opened his mouth to speak but Marco beat him to it.

“I thought so too, man. But I think Chase’s device is broken.” At that, Chase growled at them both.

“Stop it. And really? I thought you guys weren’t stereotyping anyone.”

“I know. But I couldn’t help it,” Ryan said grinning at Chase. Marco laughed.

Chase loved his friends. They were always there when he needed them, and this time was no different. He thought when his teammates found out after practice one day two years ago when he was on the phone with his ex-boyfriend from high school that they would be pissed or wouldn’t want to play with him because he was gay. But it turns out, they didn’t care. No one did, not even the coach. As a matter of fact, the coach himself said that he didn’t care who his boys were seeing, so long as they showed up for practice on time, passed their exams and played well.

“Whatever any on you choose to do in your free time is no concern of mine,” he said before screaming for someone to bring him his water bottle. Shortly after the somewhat encouraging speech, Ryan, a huge man, and perfect linebacker for their team, along with Marco, the kicker became good friends.

They trio made an odd-looking bunch whenever they walked campus manisa escort together.

Chase was the tall, wide-shouldered classic quarterback. Ryan was the three-hundred pound plus Scottish-American lineman with close cropped red hair, and blue eyes, followed by Marco being the tall lean, handsome brown hair and brown eyed Latino.

Marco thought it was perfect they were friends because he knew if they went out, and Chase came along, he could get the girls by having a gay friend. Ryan wanted Chase with him so he could show, “hot babes,” his sensitive side. Chase would pretend to be annoyed but he was secretly happy that he had good people around him.

“Chase, there are small white boys all over this campus. You could have your pick,” Marco said bringing him back to the conversation at hand.

“Personally, I think you should get someone like me. We’re reliable, and dependable. Plus, you can cook, which just about guarantees the guy will always be around,” Ryan added before burping loudly.

“Really?” Chase questioned. Ryan shrugged.

“There are a lot of guys on campus, Marco but they just aren’t him. And Ryan, you aren’t really my type,” he hedged. Marco leaned over and grinned.

“I told you Ryan! I took Chase’s phone when he was in practice the other day-“

“Hey!” Chase shouted offended, but Marco continued as if he didn’t speak.

“-And I saw his ex. He was a small thing, except he had curly hair. Looked to be Italian.”

“He was,” Chase said before shaking his head bitterly. “And I thought he was the one until I found him with his mouth on someone else’s dick at my going away to college party,” he mumbled.

Both Ryan and Marco winced.

“Be that as it may,” Ryan stated, “I do think that you should try to date someone else. If you won’t tell him, because apparently you think he’s got some mind-reading capabilities, you should think of letting that dream escort manisa go.”

“I don’t like to say this often, but I agree with Ryan,” Marco said. “I think you should date or pick someone else. YOLO man,” he said causing Chase to groan.

“Please don’t. That saying stopped years ago.”

“It’s still a classic,” Marco muttered under his breath.

Chase knew his friends were right, but he just couldn’t stop thinking about Xavier. When he first saw the man, he thought he was stunning. He was small framed, how he liked his men, with long blonde hair. When he first started school, it reached his chin. But as the years past, it has grown and was now reaching the middle of his back. He’d often dreamed of running his hands through it. But his friends were right. If he wasn’t prepared to do something, he might as well kiss that dream goodbye.

…

After class and football practice, Chase had been working up the nerve to tell Xavier how he really felt. He jogged up the stairs and used his keys to get in. He was about to call out that he was home, when Xavier came strolling in from his room.

With just a towel around his waist.

“Hey, Chase,” Xavier said as he opened the fridge. Xavier felt as if he would swallow his tongue and he had to clear his throat several times as Xavier drank some water.

“Um, hey,” Chase finally said voice hoarse. Xavier raised a brow but said nothing. When Chase continued to stare Xavier threw up his free hand before slamming his water bottle on the counter.

“Alright that does it! It’s been two years and I’m still at a loss!”

Chase frowned.

“I’m sorry?” he said. Xavier placed his hands on his waist.

“You heard me. I have been wracking my brain, trying to find something, anything on you for the past two years! You don’t smoke. You rarely drink. I haven’t seen you come home from a party completely wasted or naked. You manisa escort bayan are a part of so many clubs and organizations. You even have a part-time job as a cashier at the bookstore and you don’t have to because you’re rich!”

“Um-“

“I’ve even done a background check on you.” Xavier stated, and Chase’s eyes

widened.

“Why did you-“

“You don’t bring girls around. What are you a serial killer? Why are you so weird?”

Suddenly, Chase became mad. He thought Xavier was going to say how much he liked him and couldn’t keep it in any longer. But he should’ve known better.

“You think I’m weird? At least I’m not trying to dig up dirt on my roommate!” he roared. Xavier’s mouth opened in shock because he’d never heard Chase yell before.

And he thought it was hot.

“You think I’m weird for working, which I know I don’t have to do but it helps me get used to being around people because I used to have anxiety about it, until my parents thought it would be good for me to work. I want to set a good example for my siblings, so I do things that sometimes make me uncomfortable. I don’t smoke because it’s bad for your lungs, and as an athlete I need my breathing and wind to be optimal. Why would I drink, because honestly, the taste isn’t that great, and I prefer my mama’s sweet tea or lemonade. I join clubs and organizations because I believe that we can change the world and get rid of all those people who say we can’t, and I don’t invite girls to our apartment because I’m gay!”

You could’ve knocked Xavier over with a feather at that comment. Chase could sense his shock and he laughed without humor.

“That’s right, you heard it. I’m gay. I had a boyfriend in high school, but he cheated on me. And I don’t see the need to sleep with everything that has two legs and a dick in between them. I don’t bring guys here because I like you. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’ve fallen in love with my dense of a roommate. But I see that I wasted two years of pining for nothing!” he said before making an about turn and stomping down the opposite hall to his bedroom. He slammed the door hard enough to make Xavier jump before he clutched at his towel.

“What the hell?” Xavier muttered aloud.

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Rick woke up alone with a pounding headache. His mouth tasted like a cat’s litter box. Painfully bright sunshine leaked through the heavy curtains.

He groaned and threw off the covers, then stood up and stumbled naked to the bathroom. One thing about expensive tequila–the hangovers wasn’t as bad as the ones he’d gotten from the cheap shit in the early days. He took some aspirin, drank three glasses of water, brushed his teeth, and then climbed into the shower.

The water was cold, but warmed up quickly. He held his head under the stream for a long time, then straightened up and muttered “Hello Computer” in a thick Scottish accent.

“Yes, Master.” The computer answered with Igor’s voice from YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN.

“Play ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down.'”

The opening chords of Johnny’s Cash’s version sounded. Rick groaned and shook his head. “Make it Kristofferson. Album version.”

Kris Kristofferson started singing. Rick sang along as he soaped his body, mumbling the first verse, getting stronger and clearer on the second, and pushing into the “On the Sunday morning sidewalks” chorus in full voice.

He followed up with Willie Nelson’s “Bloody Mary Morning,” paused to wash his hair, and then sang “Two More Bottles of Wine” with Emmylou Harris while toweling off.

When he left the bathroom, he was feeling better. Country music always cheered him up. His first paid gig had been playing guitar and singing harmony in his older brother’s western swing band, when he was 12.

Rick came from a musical family. His mother was a church organist and piano teacher. His father ran a music store and played guitar in a rockabilly band. His brothers and sisters all sang and played at least one instrument.

He’d played saxophone through middle and high school and started his first band, The Third Coast Rockets, when he was 14. Their set list was heavy on Bruce Springsteen and ZZ Top, but included everything from David Bowie and Queen to Berlin’s “Take My Breath Away” and Thomas Dolby’s “She Blinded Me With Science.” The band members were too young to play bars, but they got steady bookings for school dances and private parties.

Still naked, Rick walked through the bedroom and into his little private writing room. It held a digital piano, a small desk, and an acoustic guitar leaning against a love seat.

A bottle of golden tequila sat on the desk, beside an empty crystal tumbler. Rick made a face and returned the bottle to the small bar in the corner.

He took a machine rolled joint out of a polished wooden box on the desk, but then dropped it and settled on the love seat. He closed his eyes and sank into the cushions, thinking about Dale Wood, his boyfriend.

Three months ago, the band had hired Dale to play Rick’s sax and keyboard parts live. He and Rick had fallen into instant lust. They were great in bed, but the rest of their relationship was nonstop drama. Rick was a tomcat and Dale was insanely jealous.

Their fight last night had set a new record for craziness. Dale thought Rick had had sex with Jack Hammer yesterday. Sure, he’d spent several hours alone with the hot detective, but that was business. Literally, life and death business.

That was too bad. niğde escort He WAS attracted to Jack and he could tell it was mutual. Maybe after this was resolved…

Dale had finally stormed off to his own quarters and Rick had hit the tequila. Now, it felt like a “Bloody Mary Morning.” Or maybe another “Tequila Sunrise.”

Rick sighed and shook his head. It’d been years since he’d gotten hammered like that. All the stress of releasing an album and getting ready for a tour was bad enough. Add the tension with Dale and a potential assassin… He reached for the joint, but then changed his mind and dropped it again. He picked up the acoustic guitar and ordered the computer to play “Tequila Sunrise.”

He strummed the guitar and sang along with the Eagles, trying to forget about everything else. Maybe when this was over, he’d put a low-key country rock band together and play some bars. Get as far away from the rock star trip as possible.

The song ended but Rick continued playing, just fooling around with chords.

“Uh… Hi.” Dale was standing in the door, dressed in a bathrobe. Like Rick, he was tall with long curly hair.

Rick put the guitar down and looked at Dale silently.

“I’m sorry,” Dale said. “About last night. I got a little crazy–“

“More than a little,” Rick said.

“Well. Yeah.” Dale untied the bathrobe’s belt and pulled it open. “I know.” He was naked under the bathrobe. He slipped it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. His cock–even bigger than Rick’s oversized pole–was still soft, but already long and thick.

Rick shook his head. “I’m not sure I can take this any more.” Despite himself, his own dick was getting stiff. Dammit! Dale always did this to him.

“Please.” Dale sank to his knees in front of Rick. “Give me another chance.” He wrapped his hand around Rick’s rapidly-swelling member.

“No.” Rick put his hands on Dale’s shoulders to push him away. “I don’t want–“

“Your cock does.” Dale bent forward and took Rick’s hard-on in his mouth. He swallowed most of its length, then pulled back and kissed its bulging cock-head. “YOU do.”

“Fuck…” Rick groaned.

“We’ll get to that.” Dale caressed Rick’s rigid shaft. “But first, I’m going to suck your cock.” He swirled his tongue over Rick’s knob, probing its dripping cum-slit and stroking its deep furrow. “Your hot sexy cock.”

Dale kissed, licked, and sucked his way down and back up Rick’s rod a few times and then moved to his balls. He took one nut in his mouth and sucked it hard while stroking its wrinkled flesh with his tongue. Then, he gave Rick’s other ball the same treatment.

“God,” Rick whispered. Dale was 15 years younger than Rick, but was the most skillful lover he’d ever had. He licked the underside of Rick’s balls and moved on to his taint, dancing his tongue teasingly close to Rick’s anus.

“You like that?” Without waiting for an answer, Dale clamped his lips around the groove between Rick’s knob and shaft, then tongue-lashed his cock-head.

Rick moaned and bucked his hips, pushing his painfully hard pole deeper into Dale’s mouth.

Dale kneaded Rick’s nuts and tickled his taint while he bobbed rapidly niğde escort bayan over his stiff cock, taking it deep in his throat.

Rick gripped the back of Dale’s head, preparing to fuck his face. Dale pushed his hands away and continued sucking his cock aggressively.

The tension in Rick’s balls was building rapidly when Dale released his throbbing cock. “I’m going to do something different for you.” He slipped a pillow under the small of Rick’s back, then lifted his legs and set them on his shoulders. “Something I’ve never done before.”

“What?” Rick slouched further down on the love seat, pushing his butt over the edge.

“You’ll see.” Dale lowered his face between Rick’s buttocks. “You’ve got the sexiest ass,” he whispered. “All that working out.” He showered Rick’s butt cheeks with teasing kisses, approaching his crack and then moving away again.

“That’s good.” Rick gripped his rock hard cock and ran his fingers up and down its swollen shaft. “Really good.”

“I’m just getting started.” Dale blew on Rick’s asshole, sending erotic shockwaves from his anus to his raging boner.

Rick’s cock throbbed as Dale kissed, licked, and nibbled around his asshole, gradually moving in. Rick pushed his butt back into Dale’s face.

Dale kissed Rick’s butt cheeks and licked up and down his crack, gradually approaching his puckered hole. Rick moaned and squirmed as Dale’s flat tongue stroked his asshole. It was hot, wet, and insistent, sending firebolts of sexual energy through his body.

Dale pointed his tongue and pressed it into Rick’s anus, gradually teasing it open. “That’s so good!” Rick gasped. This was the best rimjob he’d ever had. “Do you like doing this?” Dale had obviously done this before, but Rick was happy pretending this was his sexy partner’s first time. He let go of his hard cock and gripped his butt cheeks, opening them wider and giving Dale even better access to his anus.

“I love eating your hot ass.” Dale gripped Rick’s stiff dick and stroked it slowly while pushing his tongue in deeper, fucking Rick’s pucker like a wide flat super-flexible cock.

“Man!” Rick moaned. “I never…” Dale’s squirming tongue in his asshole and his hot hand stroking his throbbing pole had pushed him to the edge. “Oh fuck! I’m gonna–” The cum burst from his stiff cock, splashing his belly, chest, and even his face.

Dale buried his tongue in Rick’s ass and jacked his dick roughly, keeping him coming.

Rick pushed Dale away. “That’s enough!”

Dale stood up and then bent over to kiss Rick passionately. He tasted his own male musk when Dale thrust his tongue into his mouth. “That was SO hot,” Dale said.

Rick laughed. “Pretty good for me, too.”

“I can tell,” Dale purred. “All that beautiful cum.” Dale kissed Rick again and then licked the cum off his face. After that, he licked up and down Rick’s torso, cleaning the cum off. Every drop.

“You’re really good.” Rick sat up and wrapped his fingers around Dale’s rigid pole. “I never got off like that before.”

“It was sure fun,” Dale answered. “Making you shoot like that.”

“Know what I want now?” Rick stroked Dale’s hard-on slowly, running his fingers over escort niğde its broad head and smearing the precum leaking from its tip.

“It better be a good hard butt fucking.” Dale pulled away and darted out of the room. He came back a moment later, carrying a squeeze bottle of lube. “Because, that’s what you’re getting.”

“That’ll work.” Rick lay back on the love seat and folded his knees against his chest. “Give me your big hard cock.”

Wordlessly, Dale knelt between Rick’s spread thighs, spread a thick line of lubricant on his finger, slipped it up Rick’s asshole, and worked it in and out. Rick’s cock–still hard even after his orgasm–jerked in time with Dale’s sliding finger.

Dale pulled his finger out, lubricated his stiff pole, positioned its head at the entrance to Rick’s puckered hole, and pressed forward.

Rick tightened his ass muscles, resisting as Dale’s broad cock-head stretched him open. Dale smiled and pushed harder, gradually going deeper.

Rick gasped as Dale’s swollen knob pierced his tight anal ring. Dale paused for a moment, then drew back slightly before continuing forward, slowly stretching and filling Rick’s asshole. He stopped with his full length up Rick’s ass and his balls pressing against Rick’s butt cheeks.

He looked down at his dick buried in Rick’s ass with a half-smile on his face, then pulled out slowly and pressed back in, just as slowly.

Rick’s stiff cock jerked as Dale fucked him, relentlessly sliding his swollen pole in and out of Rick’s tight ass. It wasn’t rough, the way Rick usually liked it, but really exciting in its own way.

He thought about Jack Hammer, with the hard muscular body and military bearing. He could tell the hunky private eye was a guy who’d pound him mercilessly and then welcome the same rough treatment. That would be so good. Maybe when this was over… If he was still alive…

Dale was starting to breathe hard. He picked up the pace, pulling out and then slamming home, bouncing his balls against Rick’s buttocks.

Rick looked up into Dale’s face. He was still looking down at his steadily-sliding pole and wouldn’t make eye contact.

The tension in Rick’s balls built steadily. It had almost reached the boiling point when Dale grinned and drove in deep. A hard hot pulse of cum splashed Rick’s anal walls. Abandoning restraint, Dale hammered Rick’s ass, shooting each time he hit bottom.

Dale finally finished. He pulled out and stood up, then looked down at Rick with the same half-smile, turned, and walked through the door into the bedroom, waving his ass seductively.

Rick sank back on the love seat, thinking about a phrase from a Doors song: “Smug with semen.” That was sure how he felt right now. Once again, he wondered what it would be like with Jack Hammer. He had a really nice crotch bulge and a cute butt… as cute as Dale’s retreating ass.

Rick’s cock was harder than ever. He picked up the lube and followed Dale into the bedroom.

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Copyright © 2021 by Ken James

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, organizations, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, locales, organizations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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Thanks to Wayde, my greatest fan, best friend, and husband, for all his love, enthusiasm, and support.

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It had been a great party and it was passed midnight. I had laughed a lot, danced like crazy and felt elated as I left the apartment together with Christine. She had drunk a little too much and I had said that I could still drive and would take her home. She was all talkative and giggly as we walked to my small car, but she soon fell asleep, and I drove in silence out to her place at the outskirts of Stockholm city.

I was in my early thirties and worked in a finance company with financial administration and lived in an apartment just at the border of city. Life had been good to me, and I liked my body, and I did quite a lot of sports. I was slender, about 175 cm tall and not fully sure about my sexuality. I had experimented with women but was increasingly attracted to men. What I already knew was that I was not the dominant part in any relationship.

I knew Christine from my university days, and we had flirted a little, had dinner a few times and now we danced a lot at the party, but we hadn’t ever done anything sexually. I regarded her as a very close friends, and we had a great many common friends. She had deep brown eyes, brown golden hair, a nice oval face and a beautiful smile and laughter. Slightly older and taller than me, she always took the lead in our various encounters.

As I drove along a straight stretch of road, passing through a small forest, a police car overtook us. I was driving a little too fast, but quickly slowed down to the speed limit. There was only one officer in the car. He looked long at me, as he drove past, before accelerating and then signalling for me to turn into a small parking area next to the road and to stop. I looked over at Christine, but she still seemed asleep.

The police officer turned out to be a tall muscular dark man, and he walked confidently over to me and waved for me to step out.

“We don’t want to disturb you sleeping lady,” he chuckled as he led me around to the safe passenger side of the car. He stood by the passenger door mirror.

“You were driving a little too fast there, son. Show me your license.”

I gave him my license, and he read it carefully.

He looked sternly at me.

“I’m actually no longer on duty, and am on my way home, but you were clearly going too fast and I had to intervene. This could be costly, I think you were over the limit at which I would have to take you license, son.”

“Oh, muğla escort please don’t… please, I need it for coming to work.2

“Did you drink anything? I don’t want to bother to get the tester, but…”

“… only two glasses of wine, I promise…. And I was just a little tired, and didn’t notice I went too fast… Sir… please…”

I stood just half a meter away from him, and he stared down at me. He wore a dark blue uniform and looked very smart. I could feel his warmth in the slightly cool night air. I just wore a thin pink shirt, with my sleeves rolled up and beige slacks.

“So, is she you wife, girlfriend or mistress – your beautiful lady…?”

I was stunned by his sudden shift of topic.

“Eh… no we’re just good friends from school days… and we just happened to meet at this party where we were…”

“Oh, I see… so… are you more interested in… men…?”

I blushed, looking down, and my response was a clear indication to him that he was right.

“You know, we could forget your little speeding ticket and me having to take your license… as I am off duty… on a condition that you…”

He smiled and grabbed the bulge of his pants.

I stared at it and swallowed hard.

He reached out and took my chin in his dark hand and lifted it up and forced me to look straight up into his dark eyes and smiling face.

“You’re a very attractive young man… I like you… so it would be a pleasure if you’d please me… and I’d forget this little transgression of yours. Deal?”

“Yes…” I stammered.

“Good! Then kneel… and open my pants…”

I was very nervous now, and my heart raced. The situation was surreal.

“… now… right here… but…?”

I look around, and looked at Christine, sleeping with her head against the passenger seat window, just decimetres away.

“… all adds to the enjoyment… and don’t you worry… she seems to sleep so nicely…”

I slowly knelt before him and reach up and opened his pants.

“Take it out, son.”

Nervously, I reached in and pulled out a massive dark half hard cock. It felt warm in my hand, and in the soft light from the street lights a bit further away, and from some passing cars, I could see that he was circumcised.

I felt it slowly grow in my hand, and gently stroked it. It felt magic, and I was suddenly very muğla escort bayan turned on, and my own cock strained in my pants.

“Tell me it turns you on, and how much you want to suck it… I want to hear you beg for it…”

I looked up at him, and smiled.

“Wow! It’s huge! I want to… suck it… please can I suck it… it makes me so horny…” I whispered.

“Good! Kiss it like you love it… show me how much you love it… and I want to hear you say it out loud!”

I couldn’t believe it. Here I was on my knees, beside my car, next to a busy road, about to suck off an unknown policeman’s black cock.

I leaned in and started kissing it up and down, again and again. He smelt nice of some after shave or deodorant, and a bit of sweat.

“Oooh, mmmm… I love you cock….!”

“That’s my boy!”

He grew to his full size as I kissed and started to lick his cock. It was a sensual and exhilarating. I wanted to taste him now.

I opened my mouth and looked up at him as I slowly took it in.

He smiled back and moaned with delight.

“Man, that feels so good, boy!”

I gently sucked on him, as I massaged his massive member.

He grabbed my head with his left hand and stroked my hair, and slowly moved his hips back and forth a little, giving me the rhythm. He hummed as he started to slowly face fuck me, gradually pushing himself deeper and deeper, until I gagged.

“You haven’t sucked very many cocks yet, have you?”

“No,” I admitted… mumbling between two of his long thrusts.

In fact, I had only once actually had another man’s cock in my mouth, and that was many years ago. I had dreamed of it very often, but somehow hadn’t yet admitted that men attracted me and turned me on so much more than women.

“Well, you’re a cock sucker now, boy! And your lady knows it…” he chuckled.

Panicking, I looked at Christine in the window. She hadn’t moved but looked smilingly at me.

I wanted to stop, run, hide… but his powerful hands held me in place. He pulled out and grabbed himself, with my hand under his, and ran the top of his cock all around my face, into my eye sockets, over my forehead, up and down my cheeks, around my nose… and then pushed it into my mouth again.

“I’m going to come soon, son…”

I was breathing harder now, and I felt his cock twitch on my mouth.

“I escort muğla want you to hold the load in your mouth, show it to me and your lady… before swallowing… as you do want me to forget that speeding, don’t you…” he laughed.

He pulled out and holding his cock, my hand on it, in his firm grip, and the tip of his cock on my lower lip he masturbated fast, His and m hand hitting my nose, and I opened my mouth wide for him, knowing what was to come. I had seen it so many times in porn videos, but here I was… about to taste the semen of another man.

Suddenly he exploded and filled my mouth with stream after stream of sperm. It didn’t taste that bad at all, salty, silky, minerally and almost sweet. I felt his ecstasy and heard him groan with delight and it almost made me come myself, in my pants.

After a while, he slowly recovered and stepped back a little, still holding my hair with his left hand.

“Show me and the missus…”

I held my full mouth open for him to see, and he turned my head towards Christine so she could see too.

“Now swallow it all down, cock sucker”

I blushed, and although so aroused I felt ashamed. I looked at Christine as I swallowed the big load down.

He left me sitting there for a while, as he zipped up and patted my head.

“My name is Magnus by the way, but you can address me as Sir or Sir Magnus. Now get into your car and I will escort you home safely. And give my regards to your beautiful lady.”

I got up on wobbly legs, with the taste of him lingering in my mouth, my own hard on clearly visibly in my thin slacks.

“Well, now that is visible proof that you enjoyed it too.”

The lights of a passing car lit me up as he pointed for Christine to the wet stain on my pants and my cock straining against the thin cotton.

He patted my back as I walked back to the driver’s side and got into the car, with my ears ringing.

“Well, well… you sure paid that police officer handsomely for not giving you a speeding ticket,” Christine giggled.

“What could I do…?” I mumbled embarrassed and ashamed, as I drove off, with Magnus.. Sir Magnus… following us in the police car.

“Hihi, well I enjoyed it… and I saw that so did you… it’s all OK, Ted… “

We arrived at her place, and she kissed me goodbye on the cheek and patted my arm, before stepping out. I drove on home, with the police car still on my heels. I parked and got out and walked up to my apartment building. Magnus honked the horn and drove off. He now knew both my name and where I lived.

I undressed as soon as I got in, and took a long shower and massaged myself to an enormous orgasm… thinking of Sir Magnus.

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-Nelly.

-What?

-Show me your pussy.

-I have no pussy. And for women near 40 is only cunt.

-No. You have a pussy. I checked.

-I wear stockings?

-Why?

-Don’t you love stockings? Isn’t there?

-I want to see your pussy Nelly.

-Sorry. It seems I lost my ability to understand reality with you. You think I am crazy? I will naked?

-Yes. You must be absolutely naked.

– You already strongly rubbed my pussy all night long.

For you still not enough?

-I will not touch your pussy. Only watch.

-Are you going to masturbate?

-No. I don’t like to do it.

-Why? I think it’s nice. I often did it when I was in you age.

– But not for me. I’ve tried it before, and I was disappointed every time. I didn’t get pleasure from this; no discharge, no satisfaction. I like the process, not the end. When I admire to see your ass and pussy, it is a pleasure for me. This process, at the end of which, I’ll get something extraordinary.

-Simple you are too young, and you still can not do it with sweetness. Now I do it as a gift for you from myself.

With the moist of my mouth and with elasticity of my fingers I can teach you and get you the lesson of tenderness and sweetness. I can swallow your scrotum along with the testicles.

I did it to my husband. He was terribly afraid, that I’ll bite them and moaned in horror, but I know he felt not only fear, but also intense pleasure.

I know, I can teach you to play with your body with tenderness and you will like it to do. And when you get marriage, you must teach your wife to do such things for you pleasure.

– Please, Nelly, don’t touch my balls now. All men are afraid rize escort of it when you touch it this way.

-Are you scared?

-Yes, very. Stop please, now I only want to see your pussy.

-What about now?

-Nellie, please.

-Well, Look at my pussy you, young pervert.

-On the table!

-Right my boy! When your woman is naked, don’t ask. Require and take and use her for your pleasure. You wont me lay down?

-A little later. Now stay in a dog style.

-Well, look at her my debaucher boy.

-Thank my seducer. And don’t cover you pussy, take your hands off!

-You lecherous, as the pervert.

-Do you like it?

-For me its nice you so depraved in your age. You lust to lecherous will keep you with me long enough. Till I will too old.

– Bright drop of juice hung on your clitoris.

-Obscenity. I am a woman near 40 stands like a Sphinx before young boy, which is more twice younger of me.

-Why did you wet. I am not to touch you. I just look.

-Indecency and debauchery. Ah! My skin covered with Goosebumps.

-Why?

-Because I like to stand in the front of a young boy. Nice stay like it and show him my wet cunt. Every woman near 40 loves to corrupt the young boys to show wet cunt.

-Each?

-Each. This is all women like. They hide it, but secretly fantasize about it.

-I want to lick you clitoris Nelly.

-Nice. Do it. My cunt is full filled with juice and your sperm.

-You lecherous, as the pervert too, my slut teacher. I only want to know the test of your juice.

-Test it now. Soon it will smell as honey to attract the males.

-I like you pussy, – sweeties escort rize cat.

Its playful, romp, her tongue is red.

When stroke you pussy, – caress sweet,

Its cry and makes my fingers wet.

-Where have you seen the uvula?

-Here it is.

-The clitoris is not like uvula. He cannot lick.

– WOW. The excellent test it has. And I like the smell. Sometimes I met the women smelled like this.

Now I know the reason. They are ready and need to fuck.

-Dear. Why you like women of my age? Why you not to like young girls?

-Because you is a woman, but they are not. I don’t want to see friends in the girls. I want see the women. I don’t understand the girls. They are still like children for me.

-I’m guessing about it. Now I know why me so drawn to you.

– When I will rich, Can I embellish your clitoris? Do you want Ruby implanted in your clitoris?

-Usually implanted pearls.

-Pearls, that went. They will not go for you pussy.

-You’re really not going to touch me?

-No.

-Sorry. I wait you. Can I do it myself?

-No.

-Oh, and you’re so cruel. You’re a sadomasochist lover?

-I hate sadomasochism.

– But my ass. How do you like my ass?

-She seduced me yesterday.

-I mean my anus. Do you love anal sex?

-I think I love it. But I never try it before.

-You never done it? What a wonder!

At nigh I will teach you in active, and in passive position. What do you feel, when somebody fuck you in ass?

-Nobody fuck me ever in ass.

-Why? Don’t be so shy? It is very nice and stimulates sexual ability. You should try it. Do not be a slave rize escort bayan of foolish prejudice.

I tremble with impatience to kiss and lick you anus. It will so amazing for both of us. Sliding with wet tongue between your checks, suck your balls, kissing tight anus. My wet tongue is the first cock which will fuck you in ass. Under my kissing you lost you anal virginity.

-Now I believe, that you lost mind. You is a really crazy woman.

-I love anal sex. My husband had done it for me every day. Why did you not ask me about this? You don’t want to taste my ass?

-And how did you like it?

-Loving women consider it as a duty and honor commitment, if they like their owner.

-I am the owner?

-What are you still corrupt boy.

-If instead of me, it was Michael or Danny, would you flow like it?

-No. There is another. Here debauchery, indecency, and obscenity, and with Danny its just sex.

-Boys love mature women. I’m going to witness by myself.

-Mature women like young boys. Mature women, is already fully developed females. They constantly want the sex, and young boys are full of energy, forces and desire. The most important thing is, that I see in their eyes the happiness and admiration for the beauty of women. And when you will in my age, you too will like young girls.

-You said just now I will love boys because you get me bisexual.

-All people are bisexual. Many simply do not know that they bisexual. But mostly are just afraid to admit it.

-Do not change position.

-Well, take me, finally. I can no longer wait.

-I decided. Can I insert in your clitoris coral in a silver frame? He will red, as a drop of blood.

-You is too late now. Paste it to your future girl, which will born in 2 years after today. I though you will have several girls.

-Well, everything. I go.

-Go to me. We will test your anus.

-You is obscenity and raunchy young boy.

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