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Die Geschichte steht in der Kategorie Non-English, schlicht und einfach weil ich sie in deutsch niederschrieb. Thematisch gehoert sie allerdings eher in die Sparte Gay-Male. Also wenn ihr euch nicht fuer sexuelle Handlungen zwischen Maennern interressiert dann lest lieber eine andere Geschichte.

Das ganze ist jetzt ungefaehr zwei Monate her. Es war Montag morgen und ich war auf dem Weg in die Uni und zwar wie gewoehnlich mit dem Zug. Die Strecke ist nicht besonders lang man faehrt so knapp eine dreiviertel Stunde. Da ich spaet dran war konnte ich mir keine Fahrkarte kaufen und wartete auf den Schaffner um mir im Zug eine zu kaufen.

Ich sass noch keine drei Minuten, dann kam er auch schon vorbei, denn der Zug war alles andere als voll. Der Schaffner bot nicht unbedingt den ueblichen Anblick, denn er war noch recht jung, ich schaetze mal so Anfang zwanzig. Er war recht schlank hatte dunkelbraunes kurzes Haar, braune Augen und trug einen kleinen Bart unten am Kinn, waehrend der Rest glatt rasiert war.

Was er dann zu mir sagte war allerdings sehr ueblich, naemlich:’Die Fahrschein bitte.’ Worauf ich ihm sagte wohin ich wollte. Ich bezahlte und er stellte mir dann eine Fahrkarte aus nahm zu meiner Ueberraschung noch eine Kugelschreiber und schrieb noch was drauf. Das war ziemlich ungewoehnlich, denn die Fahrkarten werden normal einfach ausgedruckt und fertig.

Als er mir die Karte in die Hand drueckte und ins naechste Abteil ging, las ich denn auch gleich was auf der Rueckseite stand:

Kenne dich vom Bahnhof. Wenn du Lust hast komm mir nach.

Ich dachte mich trifft der Schlag. Ich bin bisexuell und an dem Ort an dem ich studiere, ist unter anderem auch der Bahnhof eine gute Moeglich- keit Maenner und Jungs fuer schnellen, unkompli- zierten Sex zu treffen. Deswegen war ich auch so ca. zweimal die Woche dort. Bisher hatte sich das aber noch nie mit meinem Alltagsleben ueberschnitten.

Im ersten Moment war ich ziemlich irritiert. Sollte ich es probieren? Wenn ja was wuerde passieren? Was wollte er von mir? Schliesslich bin ich mit 27 doch ein wenig aelter als er und sehe auch laengst nicht so gut aus wie er. Ich bin zwar recht gross aber auch recht staemmig wenn auch nicht wirklich dick. Als ich mir nochmal sein Aussehen in Erinnerung rufe, faellt mir eine Entscheidung dann doch nicht allzu schwer. Was hatte ich denn zu verlieren?

Ich ging also in kırşehir escort die gleich Richtung hinterher. Nach dem Naechsten Abteil kam ein Wagen erste Klasse. In diesem Gang relativ weit hinten sah ich ihn stehen. Er bemerkte mich und ging zum letzten Abteil in diesem Wagen und schloss dort auf. Er ging hinein und Sekunden spaeter folgte ich ihm. Er schloss die Tuer hinter uns.

Er fing an mir zu erklaeren, dass er mich schon ein paar mal gesehen haette sich aber nicht getraut haette mich anzusprechen, weil er Angst hatte seine Vorgesetzten koennten Wind davon bekommen, schliesslich sei er bei der Bahn beschaeftigt.

‘Und was jetzt?’ fragte ich ihn. Er wurde sichtlich verlegen und meinte dann: ‘Wuerdest du mir einen runterholen?’. Ich laechelte, sagte na klar und ging einen Schritt auf ihn zu und begann ihn zwischen den Beinen zu streicheln. Es bildete sich schnell eine recht beachtliche Beule, doch dann wurde der Zug langsamer und er meinte: ‘Ich muss kurz raus.’

Kurz nachdem der Zug angefahren war kam er dann wieder. Mir war inzwischen klar, dass ich nicht allzuviel Zeit hatte bevor die naechste Station kommen wuerde. Ich fing wieder an ihn zu streicheln und oeffnete nach kurzer Zeit seinen Reissverschluss und holte seinen halb erigierten Penis aus der Hose.

Ich begann ihn sanft zu massieren und spuerte wie er in meiner Hand langsam zu voller Groesse anwuchs. Er hatte einen wirklich praechtigen Schwanz ca. 17 cm gross, bei voller Erektion war die Eichel ca. zu einem drittel freigelegt. Wie in seinem Alter zu erwarten stand es ihm ziemlich hart und sein Riemen fuehlte sich unheimlich heiss in meiner Hand an.

Ich begann meine Hand auf und ab zu bewegen und genoss den Anblick, der sich bot als die Eichel sich aus ihrer feingeaederten Huelle schob und wieder verschwand. Schub fuer Schub mit dem ich ihn massierte. Ich sah ihn sein huebsches Gesicht und konnte deutlich ablesen das es ihm auch sehr gut gefiel. Leider kam die naechste Station und das vorige Spiel wieder holte sich.

Als er wieder kam packte ich diesmal gleich aus, und er war noch halb hart. Es dauerte nicht lange bis er wieder in voller Groesse dastand. Ich begann wieder ihn sanft zu massieren und schaute abwechselnd auf seinen wundervollen Schwanz und in sein Gesicht. Es war einfach wunderbar! Langsam begann sich auch bei mir eine Beule in der Hose zu bilden.

Wenn auch malatya escort etwas schuechtern und verlegen legte er dann seine Hand zwischen meine Beine und streichelte mich waehrend ich seinen Schaft massierte. Ich hielt es einfach nicht mehr aus,ich liess kurz von ihm ab oeffnete meine Hose und zog sie zusammen mit der Unterhose runter. Ich widmete mich wieder seinem besten Stueck und auch er begann jetzt meinen Schwanz in die Hand zu nehmen und zu massieren.

Leider wurde der Zug wieder langsamer und die naechste Station kam. Waehrend er draussen war kuemmerte ich mich selbst um mein bestes Stueck. Als er wieder hereinkam glaubte ich ein erfreutes Aufleuchten in seinen Augen zu erkennen, als er meinen nun vollstaendig harten Staender sah. Mein Schwanz ist zwar nicht so gross wie seiner (ca. 14cm) aber dafuer steht er sehr hart und in recht steilem Winkel nach oben.

Ich zog ihn zu mir heran, legte den Arm um ihn und so aneinandergelehnt begannen wir uns gegenseitig abzuwichsen. Ich konnte es nicht mir aushalten, ich wollte seinen Schwanz in meinem Mund spueren, ihm noch naeher sein und ihn noch intensiver fuehlen. Ich setze nich auf den Sitz und zog ihn zu mir heran bis die Spitze seines Schwanzes ca. 10cm vor meinem Gesicht war. Aus diesem Blickwinkel sah er noch verlockender aus vorher. Ich begann wieder seinen Schaft zu massieren und schaute dabei nach oben. Ich konnte deutlich an seinem Gesicht ablesen wie gut es ihm gefiel.

Nun bewegte ich den Kopf ein Stueck nach vorn und nahm die Spitze seines Schwanzes in den Mund. Leicht und sanft leckte ich ueber die Spitze und liess meine Zunge dann um seine Eichel kreisen. Dann begann ich ihn tiefer in den Mund zu nehmen und auch etwas kraeftiger zu saugen. Die Bewegungen meiner Hand wurde nun etwas schneller und auch den Kopf bwegte ich etwas heftiger. Ich fuehlte foermlich seine Erregung ansteigen und in zwei, drei Minuten haette ich ihn wohl soweit gehabt, aber leider kam die naechste Station und er packte hastig ein und ging raus.

Waehrend er draussen war wurde mir klar, dass wir zwischen den naechsten zwei Station fertig werden muestten oder es wuerde gar nichts mehr werden, denn danach kam mein Zielort und von der letzen Station bis zu meinem Ziel faehrt man gerademal vier Minuten.

Als er wiederkam sass ich noch immer auf dem Sitz und er stellte sich vor mich, oeffnete seine Hose und liess sie zu niğde escort Boden fallen. Er war so erregt, dass es ihm noch immer ziemlich gut stand. Ich fing wieder an ihn zu wichsen und zu blasen. Ich hielt die Spannung kaum noch aus, ich wollte jetzt sehen wie er kommt. Ich nahm ihn aus dem Mund, blickte nach oben und fragte: ‘Hast du Lust mich vollzuspritzen?’. Er stoehnte ein ‘jaah’ und ich begann ihn schneller und kraeftiger zu massieren, wahrend ich mit der anderen Hand die Innenseite seiner Schenkel und seine Eier streichelte.

Nach ein, zwei Minuten spuerte ich dann wie er noch ein kleines bischen haerter wurde und ein wenig zusammenzuckte. Er kam und spritzte in hohem Bogen seinen heissen Saft in mein Gesicht. Ich ging etwas naeher und damit auch die naechsten, nicht mehr ganz so heftigen Spritzer in meinem Gesicht landeten. Es war ein unbeschreiblich geiles Gefuehl zu sehen und zu spueren wie dieser Junge absprizte. Die letzten Tropfen die an meiner Hand hinabliefen leckte ich ab und genoss den Geschmack seiner Erregung.

Ich schaute zu ihm auf und konnte seine tiefe Zufriedenheit erkennen. Er keuchte etwas und sagte dann:’Wow! Sowas kannte ich bisher nur aus Pornos. Meine Freundin wuerde das niemals mitmachen.’ Ich sagte nur:’Ist echt geil. Kannst ja mal ausprobieren, wenn du willst.’. Ich rechnete eigentlich mit einer Ablehnung und waere zufrieden gewesen, wenn er mit einfach einen runtergeholt haette. Aber zu meine Erstaunen sagte er:’Warum nicht?’, und zog mich hoch und setze sich hin.

Er begann mich zu massieren und nach anfaenglichem Zoegern nahm er dann mein Rohr in den Mund. Sanft und zaertlich fing er an mir einen zu blasen. Allein der Anblick dieses hubschen Jungen der vor mir sass mit meinem Schwanz in seinem Mund brachte mich halb um den Verstand. Er nahm ihn dann aus dem Mund und fing an mich schneller und kraeftiger abzuwichsen und hin und wieder an der Spitze meiner Eichel zu lecken. Dieser Prozedur konnte ich keine weitere Minute mehr Stand halten ich presste ein:’Ahh! Mir kommts!’ hervor und spritze den ersten Schuss in sein Gesicht worauf er erst etwas zurueckzuckte.

Er ging wieder etwas nach vorn und die naechste zwei Spritzer befeuchteten ihm Mund, Nase und Kinn. Dann stuelpte er die Lippen ueber meine Eichel und ich spritze ihm den Rest meiner Ladung in den Mund.

Wir begannen dann relativ hastig uns zu saeubern und er zog seine Jacke wieder an. Ich sagte ihm noch wie geil ich es mit ihm fand und auch er meinte es waere sehr schoen gewesen. Mit einem:’Vielleicht trifft man sich mal wieder.’ ging er dann. Bisher hab ich ihn leider nicht mehr getroffen. Unser gemeinsames Erlebnis wird mir jedoch immer als eines meiner schoensten in Erinnerung bleiben.

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Überraschung: Mein Onkel saß hinter einem Bier am Tisch, als ich in die Küche schlappte, um mir eine Flasche Wasser aus dem Kühlschrank zu holen. Vermutlich hatte meine Mutter ihn reingelassen, bevor sie losgefahren war. Ich grüßte und fragte:

„Wartest du auf Papa?” — „Ja. Er muss gleich kommen.”

Ich nickte und wollte zurück in mein Zimmer, aber er meinte:

„Setz dich mal her!”

Mein Onkel zählt nicht zu den Männern, denen man gerne widerspricht, also hockte ich mich zu ihm.

Er musterte mich kurz.

„Hast du eigentlich ‘ne Freundin?”

Oh Mann! Solche Gespräche sind wie Kaugummi an der Schuhsohle.

„Nö. Keine Zeit. Schule. Lernen.” In Wahrheit war ich bloß zu schüchtern.

„Klar!” Ein spöttisches Grinsen kerbte seine scharfen Züge. Der alte Schweinehund hatte offenbar einiges intus, trotzdem war ich nicht im Geringsten darauf vorbereitet, im nächsten Augenblick seine Hand in meinem Schritt zu spüren. Onkel Gerd, vierfacher Familienvater, prüfte ungeniert den Ausdruck in meinem Gesicht, während er an meinen Weichteilen herumdrückte. Ich war viel zu verdattert, um mich zu rühren. Seine Hand knetete beharrlich meine Genitalien, bis ich endlich versuchte, seine perversen Griffel von meiner Jeans zu zerren. Der wesentlich stärkere Fiesling behielt mühelos die Finger an Ort und Stelle, wo eine wachsende Schwellung meine Gegenwehr verhöhnte. Ich wich seinen grauen Augen aus.

Onkel Gerd betrachtete mich belustigt. Er wichste meinen Schwengel durch die Baumwolle hindurch, und unter dem pumpenden Griff spritzte mein Penis in der Hose ab.

In dem Moment hörten wir den Wagen meiner Mutter, die Vater von seiner Schicht heimbrachte. Onkel Gerd raunzte:

„Verzieh dich!”

Ich rappelte mich hoch und stolperte in mein Zimmer.

Zwei Stunden palaverten sie in der Küche. Dann, vor der Fahrt nach Hause, schaute Onkel Gerd bei mir rein. Ohne anzuklopfen betrat er mein Zimmer. Unsicher erhob ich mich von meinem Schreibtischstuhl. Er schlenderte wortlos heran und langte mir erneut voll in den Schritt. Sein eisiger Blick stopfte jede Widerrede in meine Kehle zurück. Mein Schwanz schwoll an.

„Geile kleine Drecksau.” Fünf Finger klatschten mir ins Gesicht. Bestürzt starrte ich ihn an. Meine Backe glühte.

„Nachschlag morgen in meinem Laden.” Ehe ich reagieren konnte, flog die Hand zwischen meinen Beinen hervor und knallte in meine andere Gesichtshälfte. Er wandte sich um und ging. Konsterniert glotzte ich ihm hinterher.

Den ganzen Nachmittag, die Nacht über und am nächsten Morgen in der Schule kämpfte ich mit der Erinnerung an das Vorgefallene, meinen blamablen Part dabei und Onkel Gerds abgründige Offerte. Die Schulglocke ertönte — und mein klopfender Schwanz, ein kümmerliches Selbstwertgefühl und dessen quälendes Bedürfnis nach sexueller Bestätigung bugsierten meinen Hintern auf einen Platz in der Straßenbahn für die Fahrt zu meinem Onkel.

Er hantierte im Verkaufsraum und räumte Waren in die Regale.

Sein boshaftes Lächeln verriet, dass ihn keinen Moment Zweifel an meiner Entscheidung beschäftigt hatten. Ich trottete zu ihm.

„Hallo, Onkel Gerd”, brachte ich beklommen heraus. Bammel und Verlegenheit gärten in einem unaufhörlichen Zittern. Er sah mich an, als wäre ihm die Sache bereits lästig, und packte seine üble Laune in eine Ohrfeige, die mich fast umwarf. Kaum hatte ich mich gesammelt, platzte noch ein Schlag auf meine Wange. Onkel Gerd deutete zum Hinterzimmer.

„Da rein. Ausziehen!”

Der pubertäre Hormonüberschuss ersäufte alle Hemmungen und Bedenken. Ich verschwand in dem Kabuff. Die Klamotten legte ich auf einen Stuhl neben dem Tisch an der Wand. Die Schuhe darunter. Ich wagte nicht, mich hinzusetzen. Nackt stand ich da, deprimiert, und wartete. Mein Penis erigierte.

Es dauerte, ehe sich mein Onkel zu mir gesellte. Er packte mich an den Haaren und bog meinen Oberkörper nach hinten. Die rechte Hand strich über karaman escort meine glatte Bauchdecke, die Innenseiten meiner mageren Schenkel und formte die schmalen Rundungen meines Hinterns nach.

„Fotze!” Er ließ mich los.

Ohne Vorwarnung pflasterten mehrere Ohrfeigen links und rechts meine Wangen. Scham und Schmerz flammten durch mein Gesicht. Wieder riss er mich an den Haaren nach hinten, die andere Hand umklammerte meinen steinharten Schaft, wichste ihn langsam. Schon nach wenigen Augenblicken entkrampfte deftiges Abspritzen meine Erektion.

Onkel Gerds dreckiges Grinsen beförderte mich zurück in das ungemütliche Hier und Jetzt. Er hielt mir seine Hand an den Mund, die Finger versaut mit meinem Samen. Nicht mal mehr für ein Zögern reichten Wille und Stolz; eifrig lutschte und leckte ich den Saft von seiner Hand. Auch wenn es der eigene Samen war, zum ersten Mal schmeckte und schluckte ich Sperma, und umso erbärmlicher fühlte ich mich im Schatten von Onkel Gerds Häme.

„Da hab ich mir ja ‘n Früchtchen ins Haus geholt”, stocherte er in meiner Blamage.

Onkel Gerd rieb die verschmierten Finger über meinen Mund und die bereitwillig ausgebreitete Zunge. Zwei Finger glitten in meinen Mund. Ich saugte sofort daran, und er schob sie vor und zurück. Nach einer Weile flutschten seine Finger aus meinen Mund. Er ließ mein Haar los und schleuderte die speichelnasse Hand mehrere Male in mein Gesicht. Die spürbar aufgequollenen Backen wummerten.

Onkel Gerd entledigte sich der Jacke, seines Hemdes und Unterhemdes. Schnappte aufs Neue meine Locken und zog mein Gesicht unter seinen nackten Arm. Zuerst kapierte ich nicht. Bis er meinen Mund in seine Achsel stopfte. Angewidert aber folgsam schlürfte ich in dem muffelnden Fell. Er fummelte seinen Ständer aus der Hose, dirigierte meine Hand zu seinem Glied und klemmte meine Finger um den dicken Schaft, damit ich ihn wichste.

Er schleifte mein Gesicht von seiner Achselhöhle zu den Brustwarzen, zu seinem Hals, den Ohren, und ich schleckte und lutschte und saugte. Und hoffte, ihn wenigstens halbwegs zufriedenzustellen.

„Du blöde Fotze”, keuchte er.

Mich fröstelte, obwohl das ringsum und an der Decke getäfelte Zimmer angenehme Wärme speicherte. Nach wie vor entluden sich Aufregung, Angst und Erniedrigung in einem ständigen Zittern meines Körpers. Doch den steifen Penis eines anderen Mannes in der Hand zu halten, für Onkel Gerds Geilheit zu taugen, gab mir ein sonderbares und seltenes Gefühl der Anerkennung und heizte meinem Schwanz ein.

Onkel Gerd drückte mich nach unten. Mein Mund schlitterte leckend, saugend über seinen Oberkörper, wusch seinen Bauchnabel, bevor ich auf den Knien vor ihm kauerte, seinen Schwanz wichsend. Die große Eichel vor meinem Mund sah ich zu ihm auf. Er ignorierte die unausgesprochene Bitte. Seine Hand zwang meinen Kopf vorwärts. Vergeblich suchte mein Blick nach ein wenig Halt in seinen kalten Augen, während ich resigniert die Lippen über die purpurne Glans stülpte. Onkel Gerd stemmte sein Glied tiefer und tiefer in meinen Mund hinein, lediglich aufgehalten von bemühtem Lutschen, das meine Lippen auf die glatte Schwanzhaut presste und meine Zunge über pralle Schwellkörper rieb. Er lockerte den Druck, und mein Mund rutschte gleichmäßig vor und zurück, heftiges Saugen massierte so viel Schwanz, wie aus dem Griff meiner schmalen Finger ragte.

Ich schmeckte ausgiebig verbotenes Fleisch und masturbierte dabei. Der Saft sprühte aus meinem Steifen, zwischen den Hosenbeinen meines Onkels hindurch, und regnete aufs Laminat.

Onkel Gerds Hand in meinem Haar diktierte meinem Saugen und Lutschen einen schnelleren Rhythmus. Sein Samen schoss hervor. Sorgfältig pumpte ich die Schlieren in meinen Mund. Bereits gefügig genug, um unaufgefordert das warme Gelee zu schlucken, in dem meine Zunge schwamm. Peinlicher Stolz sickerte in die Erleichterung über Onkel Gerds beachtlichen Erguss. Doch zugleich kars escort plagte mich der Gedanke an meinen Vater und den schäbigen Affront ihm gegenüber, indem ich den Samen seines Bruders trank.

Onkel Gerd drehte sich weg, und ich musste seinen Penis loslassen. Er streifte das Hemd über und verstaute seinen Pimmel, fischte den Hörer vom Telefon auf dem Tisch und wählte. Ich wollte aufstehen, aber er schnauzte:

„Bleib.”

Ich verharrte, nackt auf den Knien.

„Kannst kommen” brummte mein Onkel in die Muschel und legte auf.

Er holte ein Bier aus dem Kühlschrank, kippte einen Ordner aus dem Regal über dem Tisch und setzte sich, trank und blätterte in den Unterlagen.

Nach dem letzten Schluck aus seiner Flasche stierte er zu mir, betrachtete mich eine Weile. Dann stand er auf und kramte sein schlaffes Glied aus der Hose.

„Mund auf!”

Ich wollte nach seinem Pimmel greifen.

„Aufhalten, das Scheißmaul, du dumme Sau”, wehrte er ab und hielt seine Eichel an meine Lippen. Ungläubig schaute ich zu ihm hoch. Halb brachte ich meine flatternden Lippen auf, und mein Onkel begann tatsächlich zu urinieren. Ein satter Strahl Pisse rauschte in meine Kehle. Mir blieb nur, die warme Brühe herunterzuwürgen. Ich schluckte und schluckte. Onkel Gerds Verachtung prügelte meinen hündischen Blick.

Er schwenkte seinen Schlauch auf und ab, bepisste mich von oben bis unten, bevor er mir wieder den Mund mit Urin füllte. Und ich trank, komplett demoralisiert, jeden Mundvoll des ekelhaften Suds. Er sah an mir hinab. Mein Schwanz war steif.

Onkel Gerd wrang die letzten Tropfen Harn in meinen Mund. Er schüttelte den Kopf. Ich krümmte mich innerlich unter dem abschätzigen Urteil, das seine Grimasse ausspie. Er schepperte mir eine. Ließ den Schlag einige Momente nachwirken. Schüttelte den Kopf und drosch mir erneut die Hand ins Gesicht.

Die Ladenklingel läutete.

„Du wartest”, knurrte er.

Wenig später kehrte mein Onkel zurück. Ihm hinterdrein ein Typ im Rentenalter. Ich kauerte vor ihnen. Im trostlosen Licht einer nackten Glühbirne. Meine Haut glänzte von Onkel Gerds Pisse. Am liebsten wäre ich im Boden versunken.

Der Mann nahm mich in Augenschein. Er befeuchtete zwei Finger in seinem Mund und rollte mit den Kuppen meine Lippen auf. Ich guckte unschlüssig zu meinem Onkel. Ein verärgertes, unmissverständliches Nicken. Sofort saugte und lutschte ich die nassen Finger des Fremden in meinen Mund hinein.

„Also, wie viel?” — „Fünf.” — „Geht klar.”

Ich lutschte gründlich an den beiden Fingern und sah dabei von einem Kerl zum anderen, irritiert von der Anwesenheit des zweiten Mannes und dem beunruhigenden Wortwechsel. Der Alte nahm die Hand von meinem Mund und strich damit Urin von meinen Oberkörper. „Ne ordentliche Blase Bier”, dröhnte die Erklärung.

Der Alte lachte.

„Leg dich hin.” Er zeigte zum Tisch. Mein Onkel winkte mit dem Kopf in dieselbe Richtung.

Hatte ich eine Wahl? Nackt und bepisst streckte ich mich rücklings auf dem Resopal aus, die Unterschenkel baumelten herab. Mir klapperten die Zähne vor Anspannung.

Der fremde Typ zückte die Brieftasche und reichte meinem Onkel ein paar Scheine.

„Keine Zeit für Sperenzchen” sagte der Mann, „ich muss gleich zurück.” Onkel Gerd ging zum Kühlschrank. Sein Kumpan trat zwischen meine Beine, packte mich an den Oberschenkeln und zog meinen Hintern an die Tischkante. Er ließ die Hosen runter. Sein erigierter Schwanz schnellte hervor.

Mein Onkel brachte eine Dose Margarine. Er griff nach meinem rechten Fußgelenk und spreizte mein Bein ab. Fast mechanisch breitete ich auch den linken Oberschenkel aus. Die Arschbacken klafften auf, und Onkel Gerd schmierte Margarine dazwischen. Sein Spezi wälzte die Eichel in dem Fett an meinem ungeschützten Anus.

Anscheinend war mir das Fracksausen anzumerken, denn mein Onkel postierte sich neben mir. Blitzschnell kıbrıs escort schwang seine Hand mehrere Male durch mein Gesicht und deckelte jedes Widerstreben. Er presste meine Hand in seinen Schritt.

Sein Gast fing ungerührt an, die Eichel durch meinen After zu quetschen. In aller Ruhe verfolgte Onkel Gerd die „Fortschritte” seines Kumpels. Schließlich klemmte die ganze Eichel des Mannes in meinem Hintern. Sein Feixen suhlte sich in meiner Misere, meinem Schock und Schmerz und der Scham über meinen blamabel steifen Schwanz, während er langsam den Rest seines Penis in meinen Arsch hineinzwängte. Stramm, unnatürlich geweitet, umspannte mein Schließmuskel den dicken Schaft, ohne die unnachgiebige Penetration verhindern zu können.

Der ungewohnte Druck in meinem Rektum, das Überdehnen meines Anus, das Ziehen daran krampfte meine linke Hand um die Tischkante und die rechte fester als beabsichtigt um die Wölbung, die Onkel Gerds Schwengel in den Stoff seiner Hose bog. Er grinste. Und nestelte seine Erektion in meine Finger.

Der Alte begann, seinen Penis in meinem Arsch vor und zurück zu schieben. Immer leichter passierte das harte Glied den malträtierten Kranz meines Schließmuskels. Onkel Gerd löste meine Hand von der Tischkante und faltete sie um meinen Schwanz, bewegte sie auf und ab, damit ich masturbierte.

Sein Spezi zelebrierte Stoß um Stoß. Bedrohliches Ausholen. Rigoroses, tiefes Versenken. Sein Becken schlug wuchtig gegen Arsch und Schenkel. Mein abgehacktes lautes Ausatmen, meine verzerrte Mimik belohnten ihn zusätzlich für seine demonstrative Inbesitznahme meines Körpers. Angestrengt polierte ich meinen heißen Schwanz — und kam und spritzte. Die beiden Männer lachten einvernehmlich.

Onkel Gerds Kumpan fickte schneller. Das Klatschen seines rüden Gerammels schallte durchs Zimmer. Endlich schwängerte sein Samen meine Eingeweide. Das abschlaffende Glied schlüpfte heraus. Abgefertigt wie eine Nutte lag ich vor ihnen. In meiner Hand der Penis meines Onkels. Achtlos zog der fremde Alte die Hosen über seinen versifften Pimmel.

„Liegen bleiben!” Onkel Gerd pferchte sein Glied in den Hosenstall und begleitete seinen Gast nach draußen.

„Am Wochenende? Kein Problem…”, drang zu mir. Ich hörte einen Schlüsselbund scheppern.

Onkel Gerd schritt durch die Zimmertür. Mit einsatzbereit ausgerichtetem Penis. Ohne Umschweife spießte er die Lanze in meinen Hintern. Der pralle Schaft strapazierte abermals die Nachgiebigkeit meines Schließmuskels, der sich gerade erst etwas erholt hatte. Onkel Gerd lehnte sich über mich. Er schob eine Hand unter meinen Hinterkopf und hob meinen Mund zu seinem Hals. Ich verstand und saugte, lutschte, schleckte. Hielt mich mit beiden Händen am Tisch fest, um seinen energischen Stößen das nötige Widerlager zu bereiten. Längst definierte ich meinen Wert nur mehr über Onkel Gerds Zufriedenheit mit meiner Verwendbarkeit für seine perversen Forderungen.

Rasant stanzte er sein Gestänge in meinen Hintern. Doch abrupt hörte er auf. Sein Schwanz schnalzte aus meinem Arsch. Er langte nach der Jeans auf dem Stuhl. Riss den Gürtel aus den Schlaufen. Und fetzte das Leder über meinen nackten Hintern. Wie in einem Anfall gerechten Zorns. Rücksichtslos striemte er die blanken Pobacken. Mein Arsch brannte. Trotzdem reckte ich die Beine hoch und lieferte meinen Hintern seinen Hieben aus. Als könnte eine drakonische Strafe die Dinge wieder gerade rücken. Nachdem Onkel Gerd sich ordentlich ausgetobt hatte, trieb er sein Gerät von neuem in den geschundenen Arsch. Sein Rammeln knallte auf mein wundes Gesäß wie eine zweite Abreibung.

Er würgte mich. Sein kräftiger Griff schloss sich umso enger um meinen Hals, je schneller er fickte. Mein Schwanz allerdings begegnete meiner Panik mit einer steilen Erektion. Ich war nahe der Bewusstlosigkeit, während Onkel Gerd grunzend in meinen Darm ejakulierte und mein Rohr — ungeahnt heftig und durchdringend — den Salut abfeuerte.

Sein Glied glitschte aus meinem Leib.

„In fünf Minuten bist du verschwunden.” Er stolzierte in den Verkaufsraum.

Ich bekam kaum die Hosen über den lädierten Hintern. Wie auf Eiern schlurfte ich zur Straßenbahn. Und schwor mir, mich künftig von meinem Onkel fernzuhalten.

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Der nächste Mittwoch kam viel zu langsam. Aber endlich war ich wieder vor dem Sexkino, auch wenn weit hinten in der Gasse gerade ein Pärchen herankam, ging ich einfach hinein. Ich war ja jetzt ein Profi da drinnen.

Die Kassierin erkannte mich wieder, das konnte ich ihrem Blick entnehmen. Ich hatte einen Augenblick die Angst, sie würde mich nicht hineinlassen, nachdem ich mich das letzte Mal so unmöglich benommen hatte! Aber sie gab mir wortlos den Kartenabriss und ich verschwand eilig im Vorführsaal.

Während ich noch an der Türe stehenblieb, um mich an das Dunkel zu gewöhnen, schaute ich den Film. Dieses Mal war es ein anderer Film, oder es war der zweite Film, zu dem ich bei den ersten beiden Besuchen nie kam.

Es wurde in diesen Kinos immer zwei Filme gezeigt, jeweils ca. 60 Minuten. Und nach diesen zwei Stunden fing es wieder von vorne an. Dazwischen gab es zwar eine ca. fünfminütige Pause, um die Filmrolle erneut auf den Anfang zu spulen, wo das Saallicht anging. Das war für alle Anwesenden meist sehr peinlich, weil sie nun nicht mehr anonym im Dunkeln saßen. Aber dann konnte man das ganze wieder von vorne ansehen.

Die Handlung war in diesem Film auch sehr pikant:

Ein junges Mädchen kam auf ein altes Herrschaftsgut, sie war offensichtlich als Dienstmädchen angeheuert. Der Butler führte sie erst dem Lord vor, der sie begrüßte, dann wurde ihr ihre Kammer gezeigt. Dort überfiel sie der Butler gleich und machte ihr klar, dass sie sich ihm immer hingeben müsste. Erst war sie ängstlich und wollte sich wehren, aber durch seine gekonnte Art wurde sie schnell willig und ließ ihn machen. Er zog sie nackt aus und band ihre Hände an dem Bettgestell fest. Aber ehe er sich an sie ranmachen konnte, klingelte das Telefon und der Lord rief ihn zu sich. Die Kamera folgte dem Butler durch die Gemächer bis zum Salon der Herrschaften, dem Lord und der Mylady.

Da befahl der Lord dem Butler Mylady für ihre Ungezogenheit zu bestrafen. Und wie man gleich sehen konnte, bestand die Bestrafung daraus, dass Mylady dem Butler sein großes Glied steifblasen musste, wogegen sie sich nur scheinbar zierte, denn schnell machte sie dabei genießerische Schmatzlaute. Dann bestieg der Butler sie und fickte sie von hinten — alles vor den Augen des Ehegatten.

Mylady schien von ihrer Bestrafung recht angetan und Mylord erfreute sich an der Tüchtigkeit seines Butlers.

Mittlerweile widerfuhr aber dem Dienstmädchen in ihrer Kammer Unerwartetes: Der hässliche bucklige Gärtner kam in ihre Kammer und nützte die Gelegenheit: Anstelle des gutaussehenden Butlers wurde nun die gefesselten Magd von dem unappetitlichen Bastard gerammelt. Aber über kurz oder lang war es ihr egal, denn ihr ängstliches Kreischen wechselte bald in lustvolles Stöhnen.

Ich war wieder richtig aufgegeilt. Die Dunkelheit konnte ich jetzt durchdringen und ging gleich wieder ans hintere Ende des Saales. Grinsend erwartete mich Gringo wieder, diesmal saßen sogar zwei andere Herren bei ihm. Die vorletzte Reihe war zwar leer, aber nun nahm ich seine Einladung an und setzte mich zwischen ihn und dem einen Fremden, der zweite saß neben Gringo.

Ich fühlte mich wie ein junger Prinz!

Irgendwie verdorben, aber auch mutig angesichts der großen Gefahr, von vielen Spießen gleich anvisiert zu werden. ich war berauscht!

Die Kerle ließen mir auch keine Zeit, ich saß noch nicht einmal eine Minute, da richteten sie mich wieder auf, öffneten meine Hose und ich stand gleich wieder bis auf die Knöcheln nackt vor ihnen. Die vielen Hände auf meinem Körper, die auch mein Hemd hochschoben und nach meinen Brustwarzen griffen! Die zwickten sie, zogen daran und zwirbelten sie, das machte mich so geil!

Ich hatte Gänsehaut am ganzen Körper!

Sogleich waren auch ihre Schwänze im Freien, sie drängten sich alle zu meinem Mund, und ich tat ihnen mit Freude den Gefallen und blies einen nach dem anderen, während ich mit meinen Händen die wartenden Pimmel wichste.

Ogott, ich war eine schwule Schlampe! Drei Prachtexemplare von Schwänzen drängten sich vor meinem Gesicht und ich lutschte sie alle lustvoll, ich wollte gar nicht aufhören damit!

Weil es aber im Saal schon wieder unruhig wurde und es mir schon peinlich war, wenn ich an letzte Woche dachte, wie die laut krachende Stuhlreihe allen zu Ohren brachte, wie heftig ich gefickt wurde, fragte ich Gringo, als ich gerade zufällig keinen Penis im Mund hatte:

„Können wir vielleicht doch aufs WC gehen?”

„Klar doch!” grinste der.

Sie ordneten ihre Kleidung und mir zogen sie meine Hose wieder hoch. Ich merkte, dass meine Unterhose nicht richtig mitgekommen war und irgendwo bei meinen Oberschenkeln steckte. Aber das war ja egal, es war ja nur für eine Minute.

Wir verließen den Kinosaal und gingen nach hinten zu den Toiletten.

Die Kassierin starrte uns nach, drei älteren Männern, die einen jungen schmächtigen Burschen in ihrer Mitte ordu escort zu den WCs führten.

Was die sich jetzt von mir dachte!

Im WC nahm Gringo in der mittleren der drei Kabinen auf der Schüssel Platz, nachdem er sich seiner Hose entledigt hatte und ich wurde zwischen seinen gespreizten Beinen platziert. Eifrig nahm ich gleich wieder meine Lutschtätigkeit auf.

Hinter mir spürte ich die Hände der beiden anderen, die mich nun endgültig von Hose und Schuhen befreiten. Sie drückten meine Schenkel auseinander und nachdem eine Hand meine Pospalte eingespeichelt hatte, drängte sich bereits der erste Penis gegen meine Rosette.

„Mmmh!”, konnte ich nur stöhnen, geknebelt von Gringos Latte, als der erste Stecher mich aufbohrte. Eine kleine Pause, damit mein After sich an die Dehnung gewöhnen konnte, und schon ritt mich mein Beschäler kräftig zu.

Mit aufgerissenen Augen blickte ich Gringo an, der sich an meinem Zustand begeilte.

„Ist das ein geiler schwuler Bengel!”, begeisterte sich mein Ficker, „Schaut euch diesen schlanken Rücken an, die runden, knackigen Arschbacken und erst das enge Arschloch! Ich wollte, ich könnte ewig so ficken!”

(Und ich wollte das Gleiche!)

Diese Komplimente brachten meinen Kamm zum Schwellen, eifrig fickte ich mich in meinen Mund, um sein Lob zu bekräftigen.

„Mach langsam!”, nahm mir Gringo seinen Schwengel aus dem Mund, „Ich möchte nicht wieder so schnell spritzen wie gestern. Lass dir Zeit, du kriegst deine Belohnung noch rechtzeitig ab!”

Also beließ ich es dabei, von den Fickstößen von hinten auf den Schwanz vor mir geschoben zu werden. Das war schon geil genug.

Dafür kam mein Ficker recht bald, laut ächzend steigerte er das Tempo seiner Stöße, bis er abspritzte und mir meinen Arsch mit Ficksaft füllte.

Kaum dass er sich aus mir zurückgezogen hatte, spürte ich den nächsten Schwanz an meiner Pforte. Der rutschte ohne viel Federlesen in meinen Darm hinein und nahm gleich einen kräftigen Galopp auf.

Ogott, das tat gut!

Es wurde mir schwer, nicht zu gierig an dem Lutschpfropfen zu saugen, so erhitzte mich mein zweiter Besteiger. Immer wieder unterbrach mich Gringo, damit er nicht gleich losspritzte.

Als aber auch der zweite Hengst sich in mich entleerte, befürchtete ich, dass die schöne Reiterei vorbei sei.

Wie verblüfft war ich, als schon wieder ein Schwanz an meinem Löchlein anpochte.

Erstaunt wendete ich den Kopf und stellte perplex fest, dass in der offenen Kabinentüre eine ganze Traube an Männern stand, die alle dabei zusahen, wie der süße schlanke Bengel durchgepimpert wurde, und selber darauf warteten, an die Reihe zu kommen.

Ein alter Türke steckte gerade seine Wurzel in mein Arschloch und pemperte gleich drauf los, als gäbe es kein Morgen.

Was würde das werden? Da waren mindestens noch fünf Kerle draußen, würde ich die alle schaffen?

Ich blickte Gringo an, der grinste nur und meinte:

„Jetzt kannst du loslegen. Meine beiden Freier sind befriedigt. Mit den anderen habe ich nichts zu tun, die haben auch nicht bezahlt.”

Ich erfasste im Moment nicht, was er mir damit sagen wollte. Erst später fielen mir seine Worte wieder ein und ich begriff, dass er die anderen bezahlen ließ, um mich zu ficken.

Im jetzigen Moment verstand ich nur, dass ich ihn abmelken und aussaugen durfte.

Und das tat ich dann mit Eifer.

Gringos Spermamenge war beachtlich. Diesmal ließ ich nichts auslaufen, sondern saugte, bis ich auch den letzten Tropfen aus seinem Rohr geholt hatte. Ich schluckte alles herunter und lutschte ihm die Latte noch sauber.

Dann erhob er sich, brachte seine Kleider im Ordnung und verabschiedete sich:

„Na dann, viel Spaß mit deinen Verehrern. Ich habe sie nicht bestellt. Du kannst solange weitertun, wie du willst. Ciao! Bis nächsten Mittwoch!”

Dann war ich alleine mit der Meute.

Ich konnte mich grade noch auf die Muschel retten, weil mir die Knie schon schmerzten.

Rücklings auf dem Klo liegend und mit gespreizten Beinen ließ ich nun die Kerle, einen nach dem anderen, ihr steifes Rohr in mich hineinstecken und mich ficken. Ich kannte keinen Tag und keine Stunde, ich war völlig weggetreten. Nur die Unterbrechungen, wenn gerade kein harter Schwanz in meinem Arsch steckte, bedauerte ich.

Da riss mich plötzlich ein Anblick aus meiner Trance:

Kurz hatte ich ein bekanntes Gesicht hinter der Menge, die sich an der Kabinentüre drängte, gesehen!

Jetzt tauchte es wieder auf, aber als er merkte, dass ich ihn direkt ansah, verschwand er blitzartig.

„Bernd!” rief ich heiser.

Lange tat sich nichts.

Aber dann zeigte er sich doch verlegen.

Jetzt musste ich leider die Fickerei abbrechen. Das schaffte ich doch nicht, einfach weiter zu vögeln, wenn ein Bekannter mich dabei beobachtete.

Die Kerle wollten mich gar nicht weglassen, aber osmaniye escort ich drängte mich durch sie durch.

Bernd stand vor mir da, schnell verstaute er alles in seiner Hose. Hatte er also dabei gewichst, während er zusah, wie die ganzen Kerle in mich hineinrammelten und in mir abspritzten!

Ich konnte nur meinen Scham mit den Händen verbergen, war doch meine Hose immer noch in der Kabine und die Männer dazwischen, die weiterhin nach meinem ungeschützten Arsch grapschten.

Wir starrten einander mit hochrotem Gesicht an.

Er, weil er im Sexkino erwischt wurde und ich, weil …

Naja, es gab genug Gründe, mich zu schämen.

Endlich fand ich die Sprache wieder.

„Ich zieh mich nur schnell an. Wartest Du draußen auf mich?”

Er nickte nur stumm und wandte sich zum Gehen.

Ich hatte noch mit vielen Händen zu kämpfen, die mich nicht weglassen wollten und immer wieder meine Brustwarzen, meinen Pimmel und meinen Arsch packten. Aber endlich hatte ich meine Kleider und flüchtete vor der geilen Menge.

Und unter den Blicken der Kassierin, die mir mit offenem Mund nachstarrte!

Draußen wartete Bernd an der nächsten Häuserecke. Es war ihm wohl auch unangenehm, beim Eingang des Sexkinos gesehen zu werden.

Wir gingen erst wortlos nebeneinander her.

„Ist jetzt voll Scheiße, die Situation.”, brachte ich mit belegter Stimme heraus.

„Mhm.”, bestätigte Bernd wortkarg.

„Ich weiß nicht, wie ich da hineingeraten bin.”

„Aber der große Kerl hat doch gesagt, dass Du für Geld gefi…”

Er sprach nicht weiter.

Jetzt kam ich wieder in Eifer.

„Ich schwöre Dir, ich hab das nicht gewusst! Der Typ hat das hinter meinem Rücken gemacht.”

Bernd begann plötzlich ungeniert zu grinsen.

„Warum grinst Du?”

„Naja, hinter Deinem Rücken…!”

Da musste ich auch grinsen.

Bernd räusperte sich.

„Aber es hat irre geil ausgesehen, was da abgelaufen ist.”

Ich dachte nach, wie ich darauf antworten sollte.

„Ich hab es gemerkt. Du hast Dir dabei auch einen runtergeholt. Gib’s zu!”

Bernd grinste wieder.

„Wie bist Du eigentlich hier hergekommen?”, fragte ich, erst jetzt wunderte ich mich, dass er hier war.

„Ich habe doch letzte Woche gemerkt, dass irgendetwas Komisches mit Dir los war. Dann habe ich mir gedacht, dass es mit dem Nachmittag davor zu tun hat. Und heute bin ich Dir nachgeschlichen.

„Voll peinlich!”, gab ich mich zerknirscht.

„Voll geil!”, Bernd wollte der Situation die Brenzligkeit nehmen.

„Findest Du wirklich?”

„Mhm. Du könntest sofort in Sexfilmen mitspielen… in Schwulenfilmen halt.”

Wir schwiegen wieder.

„Also dann!”, Bernd wollte sich verabschieden.

„Aber im Wohnheim sagst Du nichts! Schwöre!”, drängte ich ihn.

„Ich schwöre.”, versicherte er mir.

Und verschwand.

Ich weiß nicht, was er noch vorhatte.

Ich beeilte mich jetzt schnell zurück ins Wohnheim.

Auf dem Weg dachte ich nach, welche Folgen das heutige Geschehen wohl haben würde. Würde Bernd wirklich dichthalten? Würde er seinen Schwur brechen und herumerzählen, was er gesehen hatte?

Dann wüssten sie doch, dass er auch im Sexkino war.

Aber das wäre weit weniger peinlich als das, was er von mir preisgab.

Ich konnte eh nichts mehr tun, als abzuwarten, wie er weiterging.

Im Wohnheim beobachtete ich alle Kollegen heimlich, ob sie irgendeine geänderte Verhaltensweise gegenüber mir zeigten. Ich konnte aber nichts feststellen.

Dafür überraschte mich Bernd abends, als wir beide uns zum Schlafengehen bereit gemacht hatten und schon in unseren Betten lagen.

„Weißt Du…”, brachte er zögerlich heraus, „ich finde, wir könnten doch beide profitieren aus der Sache.”

Ich blickte ihn verständnislos an. Ich hatte wirklich keine Ahnung, worauf er hinaus wollte.

„Ich meine … ich hätte gerne eine Freundin…äh … und Du hättest doch sicher gerne einen Freund … äh…”, Bernd war puterrot.

Mir ging endlich ein Licht auf.

Aber ging das? Mit meinem Zimmergenossen, hier im Wohnheim?

Er war von meinem Gesichtsausdrück sofort entmutigt und drehte sich verschämt schnell weg.

„Aber warte!”, hielt ich ihn auf, „Äh, ich habe an so etwas noch nicht gedacht … ähem, ich meine … ähem, was würdest Du denn wollen?”

„Naja, das was Du heute gemacht hast…”

„Und küssen…?”, fragte ich.

„Weiß nicht…”, flüsterte er langsam.

Aber ich wusste es.

Ich stieg aus meinem Bett und ging zu seinem Bett hinüber. Da brachte ich mein Gesicht ganz nahe zu seinem. Bernd starrte mich unbeweglich an.

Dann küsste ich ihn sanft auf seinen halboffenen Mund.

Er zog sich nicht zurück.

Da küsste ich ihn fester, er drückte dagegen. Und ich ließ meine Zunge herausgleiten und in seinen Mund hinein.

Dann überraschte mich Bernd.

Er sinop escort fiel regelrecht über mich her!

Er packte mich, zog mich fest an sich und begann mich stürmisch mit seiner Zunge zu küssen. Ich lag verrenkt halb auf seinem Bett.

Endlich ließ er mir Luft.

Eilig rückte er in seinem Bett nach hinten und machte mir Platz. Ich schlüpfte unter seine Decke.

Da lagen wir, der dicke große Bernd und sein schmächtiger kleiner Sexgespiele. Wir küssten uns innig, er drückte mich gegen seinen massigen Leib, ich war so erregt.

So begehrt hatte ich mich nicht einmal von den fremden Männern im Sexkino gefühlt, wie von dem verliebten Bernd.

Ja, das konnte man ruhig sagen: Bernd war richtig verliebt in mich — oder zumindest in meinen schlanken Körper.

Eilig schlüpften wir aus unseren Pyjamas hinaus. Dabei streifte sein bereits geschwollener Schwanz meinen Schenkel und hinterließ dabei eine Schleimspur.

Oh, mein süßer Bernd, wie geil Du schon bist!

Ein heftiges Knutschen, ein Ringen um die richtige Position, dann drehte er mich mit dem Rücken zu sich auf die Seite, fummelte mit seinem steifen Ding an meiner Pospalte und drang ungestüm ein.

„Aua…!”, zuckte ich zurück.

Bernd war beschämt.

Ich schlug ihm vor, er solle mich machen lassen.

Also lag er still und ich drehte ihn auf den Rücken.

Dann bestieg ich ihn, hockte mich über seinen Pimmel und griff nach ihm.

Bernds Penis war nicht sehr lang, höchstens 13 oder 14 Zentimeter, was aber beeindruckend war, war seine Dicke, sicher nicht weniger dick als der von Gringos Freund heute! Und durch die Kürze sah es fast furchteinflößend ein.

Ich wusste aber, dass er in mein Loch hineinpasste.

Weil es erst trotz des Geilsaftes auf seiner Nille noch trocken war, turnte ich eilig hinunter zu seinem Pimmel und lutschte ihn nass.

„Oooch, stop!”, rief er, „Sonst spritze ich sofort!”

Ich hörte schnell auf, das wollte ich jetzt wirklich nicht.

Wieder auf der Höhe seines Steifen senkte ich nun meinen Po langsam nieder.

Die Eichel berührte meine Rosette schon, ich wischte mit der Schwanzspitze in meiner Arschritze hin und her, dann drückte ich sie mir langsam hinein.

Ganz langsam öffnete sich mein Loch und ließ den Dicken hineingleiten.

War das schön!

Ich blickte meinen Lover mit aufgerissenen Augen an, mit denselben aufgerissenen Augen blickte er zurück.

Dann sank ich in einem zügig nach unten und stand mit meinen Arschbacken an .

„Aaaah…!” seufzte ich selig.

Bernd hatte nur seinen Mund offen, ließ aber keinen Laut hören.

Er war aufs Äußerste gespannt.

Langsam wippte ich hoch und wieder runter.

„Pffff…!”, ließ Bernd seinen Atem hören.

Wieder hoch und runter, hoch und runter.

Ich begann mich mit seinem Dödel genüsslich zu ficken.

Bernd keuchte dazu.

Als er versuchte, auch zuzustoßen, flutschte sein Ding aus mir raus.

„Komm, jetzt kannst Du auf mich rauf!”, gab ich ihm die Anweisungen.

Schnell wechselten wir die Positionen, ich unter ihm mit willig gespreizten Schenkeln, er im Liegestütz dazwischen musste nun das Einfädeln übernehmen.

Es gelang wunderbar!

Bernd begann nun in seinem Rhythmus mich in meinen Arsch zu stoßen, langsam aber nachdrücklich. Ich jubelte.

Dann beugte er sich zu mir herunter und küsste mich mit seiner dicken nassen Zunge, ohne dabei zu ficken aufzuhören.

Ich hieß ihn willkommen, umschlang ihn mit Armen und Beinen und dann rammelte er mich ungehemmt, dass das Bett quietschte.

Plopp!

Ging sein kurzer Dicker mir verloren.

Aber gleich drückte er ihn mir wieder hinein, und weiter ging es im Galopp.

Plopp!

Wieder rutschte der dicke Dödel raus.

„Ach, ich bin so ungeschickt.”, jammerte er.

„Aber nein! Ich liebe das!”, besänftigte ich ihn, „Das Rein- und Rausploppen Deiner dicken Eichel ist großartig! Ich könnte jedes Mal dabei jauchzen!”

So machte er es absichtlich, ein bisschen ficken, ploppen, reinstecken, ficken, und so weiter.

Ich weiß nicht, wie lange er so mich beglückt hatte, aber irgendwann konnte er sich nicht mehr kontrollieren. Er startete zum Finale, hämmerte in mich wie ein Verrückter. Ich fürchtete, dass er zur Unzeit aus mir heraus ploppte und hielt ganz still. Aber Bernd beendete unsere Paarung gekonnt, mit einem langgezogenen Stöhnen drückte er mir sein zuckendes Rohr tief in meinen Arsch und pumpte mich voll.

Erschöpft ließ er sich auf mich fallen.

Ich fühlte mich, wie unter einem Walross begraben, aber ich hielt still.

Sanft streichelte ich seinen Kopf, er wandte sein Gesicht zu mir und küsste mich innig.

„Du warst wunderbar! Du fickst mich so glücklich!”, flüsterte ich ihm zu.

Dann schliefen wir eng aneinander gekuschelt ein.

Es war paradiesisch!

Von nun an war ich jede Nacht in Bernds Bett.

Wenn er zu müde war zum Ficken, dann lutschte ich ihm seinen Schwanz, bis er mir in den Mund spritzte und ich glücklich sein Sperma herunterschlucken konnte.

Im Wohnheim ließen wir uns nichts anmerken, aber in der Intimität unseres Zimmer ging regelmäßig die Post ab…

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It had been a few weeks since I earned my membership to the gay men’s club. I had gone back to my “normal” routine. I attended classes on weekday mornings, swam and ran in the afternoon, then worked as a cook at night. On the weekends I just relaxed and/or studied for my classes. And I hated it. Damn near everything reminded me of that kinky weekend. I had learned that throughout the year the club hosts special events at the lodge: theme parties, getaway weekends, hot orgies, etc. I couldn’t wait for the next one. I was beginning to think about hitting up Ken and Alex (see stories “Fucked from both ends” and “Initiation: Initiation gift”) for some more “Three’s Company.” But their schedules were just as busy as mine.

I was starting to contemplate going online or to a gay bar, when I received a rather vague invitation to a weekend party at the lodge. Of course, I sent my RSVP that same day. But no one I talked to could or would tell me what it was. I didn’t really care, because knew all of the members were required to stay in shape and present a current STD free note from a doctor every time they attended an event. So I knew whatever it was, it was going to be hot. But I couldn’t find out exactly what it was.

So I just packed a small bag and drove to the lodge on the day of the event. I checked in like anyone would an upscale resort lodge. I found that the staff was populated by “applicants,” guys (usually friends or even relatives of members) that had not been inducted or were not sure if they really wanted to join. So acting as wait staff, cooks, cleaners, etc this allowed them to get a glimpse of what membership entails. I found out that my quick membership was almost unheard of, but because Ken was the grandson of one of the founders, I was able to come on in. All six members who took part in my initiation turned out to hold the top spots in the club, a sort of board of directors. They kept everything running smoothly and made sure all the members’ dues went where they were most needed (bills, property taxes, event scheduling, etc).

The staff were all guys about my age (you had to be at least 18 to apply). I found out that the staffing positions were only available to young men. This was for aesthetic reasons and because the older applicants were usually able to say what they liked and what they didn’t like. The staffing gave the younger guys a chance to really explore and find out if this was really for them. Nothing like changing a burnt out light bulb in the pool area seeing a guy getting double fucked in the ass while sucking another cock, to tell you whether you really wanted to join. I also found out that certain of the staff were very playful and ready for their initiation and some were still unsure of themselves. So the hands-off policy was for the staff that you weren’t sure of yet.

Apparently Dan (see story “Initiation: Welcome to my hole”), was responsible for the applicants. He made sure they had jobs to do and fielded any complaints of theirs and about them. He also made sure that they stayed in line. Knowing what Dan liked, I was pretty sure he kept them in line pretty well. The ones who were active, very playful, ready for initiation were called puppies. The ones who were still unsure were called reds, because the turned bright red when they saw anything sexual. So puppies were up for grabs, but were not yet invited to play in actual events. And I saw some definite puppy grabbing when I arrived. The reds, however, had to make the first move with a member. I had been told that some members had been kicked out for being too aggressive with the reds. Ken and Alex told me they liked to bring two puppies to their room and have some hot fun. So all in all it was a very structured environment. The applicants got to earn money working events and the members were supplied with a staff that wouldn’t blab to everyone.

So I checked in and was escorted to my room by a puppy. He was a little shorter than me (I’m 5’6″), but had a nice toned figure. He had some pep to his step. And I finally had to ask, why he was so bubbly. Apparently he had enjoyed being used and abused by James the resident leather clad master (see story “Initiation: cock slut for Sir”) an hour ago. I chuckled and felt my dick twitch remembering my time with him. He then leaned in and asked me if I was the new member he had heard about. I said that I was initiated three weeks ago. He nodded and said that he had heard about it.

Apparently I was the talk of the lodge (members, puppies, and reds). The members who were tops all wanted a go at me. The members who were bottoms wanted details. The puppies wanted advice. The reds just turned red and kept their heads down, but still listened to the stories. I was famous! Come to find out he and 5 other puppies were up for their initiation in 5 weeks. Apparently the usual initiation is for more than one applicant to earn his membership at a time, not just one. The members pick anyone they want and initiate the puppies. They still have to satisfy the members and do as they are told, during the initiation. But it is more of a weekend of debauchery, where all the initiating applicants are up for grabs.

He said it is no big deal on an initiation weekend to find an overly fucked kilis escort initiate passed out naked on a couch, with his asshole leaking cum. Members will fuck them into unconsciousness, and then let them have a nap. Though I was told they have yet to find one who had cum leaking from his mouth. I guess we all know it’s better to swallow than let it go to waste. I asked if he had any idea what was going on this weekend. He unfortunately said no. Applicants are never told details of the events until afterwards, if at all. I thanked him and he went back to work.

I then put on my swim suit, grabbed a towel and took some laps in the pool. I talked with a few guys, but nothing seemed to be going on yet. I was told the fun doesn’t usually start until after dinner. Until then guys are usually unwinding and relaxing. I dried off, went back to my room for a shower and a change of clothes. At least I didn’t have to walk around in just the jock strap anymore. I then walked around the lodge and tried to memorize where everything was. I ran into James, and told him apparently he had given the puppy a good time. He laughed and said that that puppy was almost a big of a cock whore as I was. I smile at that. I asked him what was planned for tonight. He said, “Don’t worry you’ll see.” Then he laughed evilly, shook his head, and said, “Actually you won’t see. But don’t worry, you’ll love it.”

I nodded and figured I would find out sooner or later. I then saw Dan. I nodded to him and walked over. We chatted a bit. I told him that I had found out that I am apparently a celebrity here. He laughed and said, “Yeah, I guess you are. We don’t do single initiations very often.” I remarked on a few of the scurrying reds and the prancing puppies. We laughed at this. I asked if he liked being in charge of the applicants. He said he did. He said that he looks after the reds and makes sure they are doing ok and that no one takes advantage. He said his biggest problem is keeping the puppies in line. He said that most are so hungry for cock, that he can barely keep them dressed and working. Then he smirked and said, “Of course I do love taking the puppies aside for any issues that I hear about. Sometimes I send them to James for disciplining. He always gets them in line. Me, I just like hearing them squeal when I fuck them.”

I laughed and said, “Yeah. I remember your tour of the lodge when I first got here. And I am sure James enjoys you sending him bad little boys, for him to punish.” We laughed again at that. “Yes he sure does. He usually asks me if any puppies need to be seen to. I swear, I still remember how that cock blocker tried to get your mouth off my cock (see story “Initiation: Final Exam”), he says shaking his head. Then he looked at me with a smirk and asked, “So, are your balls still hurting or are you all better now?” I shook my head and reminded him of my initiation gift. He nodded, and said “Yeah, I’m sure those two cured what ailed you.”

Dinner was served buffet style in the main dining room. Lots of tables were set up and there was a very relaxed atmosphere to the whole thing. Looking around, I counted a little over 50 men here. They were all in shape and attractive (in one way or another). I ate and talked with some guys. We all traded stories, not all of them about sex, but I could tell there was a feeling in the room of some fun to be had. By the end of dinner every conversation was about sex. Our table had a sort of unofficial contest of who had done what and how kinky they have been. No on declared a winner, but I was definitely super horny after hearing all of it. I told a few stories of my own, and got some good ideas on thing I want to try.

Finally a man stands up and walks to the front of the room. I recognize him as Charles, the leader whose cock I mounted during my final initiation (see story “Initiation: Final Exam”). Every eye is on him and it has gone completely quiet. He raises his voice to speak to the whole room and says, “All right, I’d say it was time to begin. Everybody ready?” The whole room answers with various affirmative answers, some of them quite colorful. He smiles and says, “Yeah, That’s what I thought. Ok then how about everyone makes their way into the playroom and we can get started. I need about 10 bottoms to stay behind, but everyone else can walk on over.”

I was a little confused at this, but figured I would find out. I was about to leave to follow the crowd to the playroom, when Dan stops me. He is ginning and says, “Trust me, boy, you definitely want to go talk to Charles.” He is smirking as he speaks to me, and I can tell he has a massive hard on in his pants. I am super horny right now, and I just want to be told what is going on. I smirk, lean forward, rub his package through his pants, and whisper in his ear, “How about you tell me what is going on? Then I would be more than happy to take care of this.” I say as I grip him through his jeans. He moans, but shakes his head. “No. You’ll have to talk to Charles.”

With that, he walks over to Charles. I sigh and walk up to Charles. There are about 15 guys standing with Charles. Standing with Charles are Dan, James, Ken and Alex. I also recognize the last two from my initiation night. The nine kırklareli escort other guys standing seem to be as unaware as I am. I guess they are the other bottoms volunteering to stay behind. Charles looks at all of us and says, “Ok then. What we have going on tonight is very special. What’s going to happen is you will all strip completely naked in here. Then you will be blindfolded and escorted to the playroom. The playroom has already been set up. “

“Once we get to the playroom, you will be placed in certain areas. I know we have at least one sex sling set up, a pillory stock (a wooden device that keeps the victim standing, bent over, and secures the head and hands in place), a kneeling horse (the thing I was placed on in story “Fucked from both ends”), several couches, and a few beds and chairs. Basically you will be taken to one of these, and after that you are up for grabs. You will be open for business to all comers, and trust me, there will me a lot of cummers.” I was now rock hard and I actually felt my asshole involuntarily quiver.

Charles continues to look around and says, “Now I don’t want any of you to worry, tonight is not BDSM night so you won’t be paddled or spanked. This is all about sex.” I can see James is a little put out by that. I guess he’ll have to be content with a gang bang. Either that or he’ll have to drag someone to his room afterwards for punishment. Charles continues, “Also there will be no fisting, urine, shitting, or anything like that. You will all just be used for everyone else’s pleasure. Everyone ok with that? If anyone isn’t comfortable with that, we can bring in someone else.” Charles looks at the ten of us standing there. I am definitely “Up” for it and no one else seems to be saying “no”.

With a nod Charles says, “Ok then, strip and let’s get this started.” The ten of us started stripping immediately. We are all standing there naked, all of us with our hard cocks and ready assholes exposed to the world. Then Dan and the other guys start to blindfold us. The blindfolds are a strip of black velvet that completely cover they eyes. I can’t see a thing. Now I feel a leather cock ring being placed on me. I enjoy the tightness of it. I then feel something being attached to the cock ring.

Charles says, “Ok bitches, time to go.” I feel a tug of my cock ring like there is a leash attached to it. I gasp and hear several other gasps too. Apparently I am not the only one leashed in this way. I follow as I am led out of the room, through the hallway, and into the playroom. I know when we arrive because of the whoops and cheers that accompany out arrival. I then hear Charles announce, “Ok guys. Grab a bottom bitch and have fun.” This causes more cheering. I feel myself being felt up and groped. I am breathing hard. I feel smacks to my ass cheeks and a few tugs on my cock.

Someone finally pulls me leash in an unknown direction, forcing me to follow. I felt a hand on my upper back, forcing me to bend over. My neck and wrists are placed on leather padding with half circle indentions to hold me immobile in place. I realize that I am being placed in the pillory stock. I then feel the top section set in place. My head and hands are now completely secured. I am bent over and my head is being held at about crotch height. I am rock hard. I feel my feet being spread wide, probably for better access to my asshole.

I am so turned on right now. My ass cheeks are pried apart and I feel a tongue enter my asshole. I moan loudly. I hear various laughs at my noises. I am on display naked, immobile, and my asshole is being expertly eaten by an unknown tongue. I know I am being watched. I then feel a hard cock head being placed at my mouth. I open wide and the cock enters my waiting hole. I slurp and suck. I am not used to sucking cock like this. I can’t move my neck at all. So whoever has their cock in my mouth controls the depth and speed. I just suck what I am given.

The cock starts to go in and out. My mouth is being fucked. I keep sucking as hard as I can. I feel a mouth wrap around my own hard cock. I moan onto the cock in my mouth. I then feel the tongue being removed and another taking its place in my asshole. I am being so stimulated my head is swimming. My ass cheeks are being massaged as the tongue in my asshole goes deep. I redouble my effort on the cock in my mouth. I want to try to make him cum. I find that I can move my head forward by stretching my neck. So I start really bobbing on this hard cock. The mouth on my cock has a really slow methodical pace set. He doesn’t seem to want me to cum. Apparently he just wants to suck my cock and get me worked up.

The tongue in my ass is removed again. I can feel my ass cheeks being spread again. I feel someone spit on my asshole. Oh, I know what comes next. I felt a nice hard cock head pressed against my spit wet asshole. I moaned around the cock in my mouth, as I felt that hard cock slowly enter my ass. That cock went in excrutiatingly slow, inch by inch. Then it was buried in my ass. I felt hands grab my hips as the man behind me positioned himself to properly fuck me. Then he slowly backed out. He went all the way out until just his head was inside me, and then he pushed back in. karabük escort My moans must have sent the guy in my mouth over the edge, because he suddenly shoved the entire length down my throat and spewed his load. I swallowed and sucked, like a good boy. I massaged and milked his cock until he was limp in my mouth. I then licked his piss slit, and felt him shudder.

The cock in my mouth was removed. I was breathing harder, as the cock in my butt began to pick up the pace. My mouth open was apparently all the invitation needed for another cock to enter. I again started to suck cock. This guy was just content to allow me to do all the work. He stood there as I worked him with my mouth, tongue and, lips. I felt his hands on my head and heard him moan. I began to hear other guys egging the guy in my mouth, the guy in my ass, and me on. Oh the degrading, crude, and humiliating things that were said just seemed to make us all even hornier.

I started to put on a bit of a show. I stretched my neck to take as much cock in my mouth as I could. I took him into my throat and swallowed around his cock head. I heard him cuss and felt his legs shake. I also began pushing back against the cock in my ass and squeezing my ass muscles. This action made the guy fucking me to go harder and deeper. He suddenly pushed his cock all the way inside me and began to fill my ass with his hot man seed. I felt every spurt of the wonderful juices he gave me. I felt his cock jerk and twitch as he spent himself deep inside me. I continued sucking the cock in my mouth, as the cock in my asshole was slowly removed.

Without warning another cock took his place in my asshole. There was no warning as I felt a cock plunged its way into my bowels. This cock was longer than the other. I felt him going deeper than I have ever felt. The force of the thrust caused me to take the cock in my mouth all the way until his nuts slapped my shin and my nose was in his crotch. My first thought was, “No pubic hair? I wonder if he shaves or waxes.” I didn’t think about this for long as the cock in my ass started a gruelingly fast, hard, and deep pace. This guy apparently wanted to cum fast and hard. This was fine with me. I wanted to be fucked mercilessly.

Before he came, the guy in my mouth pulled out of my throat and began cumming all over my face. I felt his large load hitting my forehead, cheeks, and nose. I was even able to catch one spurt in my open mouth. I was thankful of the blindfold. There is nothing worse than cum in your eyes. As he spent himself all over my face, I felt two tongues begin to lick the cum off my face. I briefly thought that this should be a job for the puppies, but if they wanted to do it, who was I to argue? The guy fucking my asshole then started going faster and faster. I knew he wouldn’t last long now. I started moaning and breathing hard.

The guy behind me squeezed my hips together as hard as he could. I then clinched my asshole as hard as I could. He then began spurting his cum deep into me. I now had two loads of cum in my ass. H worked his cock slower now, as my ass muscles clinched and unclenched around his cock. He pulled out and smacked my ass, causing me to jump slightly and gasp. I guess two guys were waiting on just that reaction. Before I knew it, one cock was balls deep with the cock head in my throat, while another was balls deep inside my cum-filled ass. There was no talking, no starting slow. They both just started pounding both my holes in unison.

I wondered if this was Ken and Alex or another couple, but soon decided it really didn’t matter. I was back where I belonged: completely helpless with a hard cock fucking my throat and another fucking my ass. I loved the squishing feeling of the hard cock fucking my ass, that was already filled with two loads of still hot cum. What a cum swallowing cock whore I had become. I was in my element. I realized that I still had a mouth on my cock, sucking me slowly. I came to the realization that, I preferred being fucked and sucking cock rather than cumming myself. Don’t get me wrong, I intended to cum at least once tonight, but I wanted to build up to it. I tried not to think about the mouth on my cock and focus on the cock in my ass and throat.

I worked my head forward and sucked the hard cock in my mouth gratefully, as I would roll my hips back and clinch my ass muscles around the cock as it pounded my ass. I liked the feeling of my butt cheeks bouncing off the hips of the guy fucking my asshole. I would roll my hips and slam back as he would thrust forward. Felling my ass cheeks shake at the force of the smack as we met, was a nice touch to this powerful fuckfest. Both guys started to pump their cocks into my faster. I knew my job and so worked both cocks as well as I could, given restrained the position I was still in. The mouth on my own cock moved to suck my balls, as another mouth began to suck my cock. I was concentrating on the cock in my mouth, as I felt my first orgasm building. I went harder and faster on the cock in my mouth, and began really clinching my asshole. I was unable to do anything else with my lower body, due to the mouths working on me and the punishment my asshole was taking. I felt the guy pounding my asshole start to really hit my prostate hard. This plus the mouths working my cock and balls caused me to tense up as I began to cum. The mouth on my cock took it all greedily. Sucking out every drop of my cum. I moaned and shook as he licked my piss slit. He then sucked hard on my cock head, desperate for every drop of my cum.

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John Johnson, the parole officer, had become one of my steady fuck buddies since meeting him through Ron and Gary. Whenever the mood hit I’d drop into his office and I was guaranteed to leave with a load of hot cum down my throat or up my ass from his always hard cock.

This particular morning, I knocked on his door and entered without waiting and I was surprised to find another guy in his office, since he saw his clients afternoons only.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I said.

“No problem,” Johnson said. “This is Ken, an intern I’ll be training for the next few months.”

I crossed the room and he stood up to shake my hand and as I introduced myself, I gave him the once over. In his early 20’s, Ken was about my height and slim but with a solid build and obviously muscular. He was one of those blondes who have skin that looks like it has no pores and is always pink and glowing. I wanted to lick him like an ice dream cone. Even more interesting, I could tell that under his loose dress slacks he was wearing boxers because a fat cock with a clearly defined head was visibly snaking down his leg.

“Why don’t you take a break, Ken?” Johnson said. “We have some business to take care of and I’ll call you when we’re through.”

Ken agreed and I watched him cross the room. His ass was more than outstanding, perfect melon buns riding high and tight with his pants seam sculpting the deep cleft between them. My mouth was watering, thinking about how they’d feel on my face if I could tongue his hole. He exited, closing the door behind him and I looked at Johnson.

“Jesus Christ, I’ve had a chubby for the last 2 days looking at that little fucker’s ass!” he said. He stood up, unzipped his fly and hauled out his big half hard dick and meaty balls. He reached down and cradled his big nuts in one hand and said, “Get over here and drain these!”

I walked over, sat in his desk chair and opened my mouth as he eased seven inches of hard cock down my hungry throat. I wrapped my hand around his hanging ball sac and pulled down so that his cock got even harder and he slowly started to fuck my eager mouth.

“I checked Ken out when we were both at the urinals this morning.” he said. “Nice cock on him. Wish I could have seen his ass.” He started fucking my face faster. “That ass was made for fucking. I bet he’s a virgin.” His cock was fucking my throat like a piston and I could feel it starting to swell. “If I could get him naked, his ass wouldn’t be virgin for long. I’d slide my cock up his hole so fast…” The thought was too much for him, he let out a groan and I felt his cum splash against my tonsils.

I sucked the head and milked every drop I could out of his dick before I pulled my mouth off gebze escort of his meat and said, “I have an idea. It’s about time for you to make an inspection of Ron and Gary’s apartment and they’ll be gone all day tomorrow on a construction job. Why don’t you bring Ken over in the morning for some field training. I’m sure that I can get him naked, getting your cock in him is your responsibility.”

Johnson milked his softening dick so that a few drops of cum squeezed out of his piss hole and he fed them to me with his finger, then stuffed his cock and balls back into his fly. He flipped an intercom switch and called Ken back to the office, who appeared at the door just as I opened it to leave.

“See you in the morning.” Johnson said to me.

I saw Ken look down and notice where my own hard dick was tenting the front of my pants and I faked a slight cough as I passed him and said, “Sorry, something must have got caught in my throat.”

*********

The next morning I was looking out the window as Ken and Johnson pulled up. I opened my apartment door and watched them as they ascended the stairs, Ken in the front with the meaty bulge in his pants shifting with each step and Johnson behind, his eyes riveted on the gorgeous ass flexing just inches from his face.

They came inside and Johnson sat down at the dining table, opened a folder and fired up his laptop . “Ken,” he said, “I’ll get our paperwork ready while you two go downstairs for a look see. Just come and get me if you have any questions.”

The two of us headed back out the hall door and I turned around and caught Johnson’s eye and he gave me a small nod.

Downstairs, the apartment that Ron and Gary shared was smaller than mine, basically a combination kitchen/living room and a bedroom and bath at the back. Ken took his time, poking in drawers and opening the refrigerator until finally it was time to view the bedroom. At the closed door he said, “Both of these guys sleep in the same room?”

“They’re very close friends.” I said and opened the door.

The first thing that anyone would have noticed was the smell of sex. The room reeked of sweat and cum, as well it should since I’d spent most of the night before being spit roasted with Ron and Gary’s cocks plowing both of my holes there. The other thing you couldn’t miss were the decorations. The boys had plundered my stash of old porno mags and had covered the walls with torn out pages of cocks plugging every orifice available and big dicks spewing loads of cum on upturned faces.

Ken slowly walked around the room, looking at the photos and said, “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

I walked over to where he was standing and I saw that his gümüşhane escort dick was hard and standing out from the leg of his pants. I reached down, stroked his erection through the fabric and said, “But apparently you approve.” and sank to my knees.

“I don’t think we should do this.” Ken said, but by then I had his pants undone and his fully hard cock in my hand. It was a real beauty, seven inches long and smooth as silk with the veins showing through the pale skin and a darker flared head that was so hard it shone. His ball sac was entirely hairless and his heavy nuts were pulled up tight against his crotch. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in his balls and licked the tight skin, then trailed my tongue up the length of his shaft and swallowed it pubes deep in one gulp. Ken was so excited that his knees were trembling and he said, “I’ve never had my cock sucked before.”

I bobbed my head up and down, savoring the fresh taste of his dick, then got up and laid down on the bed so that my head hung back over the edge.

“Fuck my throat,” I said. “It’ll feel better than any pussy you’ve ever had.”

Ken almost stumbled over the pants around his ankles, he was so anxious to get his dick buried in me again, but he kicked out of the pants and pulled his shirt over his head so that he stood entirely nude over me. His hairless body looked like pale marble, his muscles taut under the fine skin. He slowly fed his cock head into my waiting mouth and made a few weak thrusts with his hips.

I pulled my mouth off of his cock and said, “Fuck it like you mean it, I can take it!”, then slurped his cock back into my mouth and grabbed his hips to force it down my throat.

That convinced him and he started plowing his dick into me, his balls slapping my nose every time his cock touched bottom. He fucked harder, burying every inch as far down my throat as possible and then he got up on his knees, straddling the sides of my head on the bed edge so he could pile drive his rock hard cock down my throat. With my head between his legs and his cock fucking my mouth I could look up into the beautiful view of his wide spread ass. Totally hairless and as pink as the rest of his body, his ass crack cradled a tight little pucker as innocent as a baby’s. Using my arms, I pushed him up so that his cock came out of my mouth and I licked his balls and up the crack to his hole.

“You’re not going to… no one’s ever…” was all he said, because as soon as my tongue sank into his hole, he became a man possessed. He sat down hard on my face and even used his hands on each side to pull his ass open wider as he rode up and down on my tongue. “Fuck, that feels good!” he said.

I noticed izmir escort movement behind us and I looked over to the door. Johnson was standing in the doorway, snapping photos with his camera phone.

“I wondered what was taking so long.” Johnson said. Ken went totally still and looked back over his shoulder just as Johnson snapped another photo.

“You realize this is grounds for instant dismissal?” Johnson said, and Ken slumped forward, his head buried in the sheets, his wilting dick on my face and his wide spread ass open in the air. “Unless….”

“Unless?” Ken mumbled and Johnson stepped up behind him.

“Unless you include me in the fun.” he said as he opened his fly and pulled out his already stiff dick and his big balls. He rubbed his fat cock head along Ken’s slimy ass crack and Ken started to pull away.

“I’ve never been fucked!” Ken said.

Johnson replied, “Well, at this point you’re getting fucked either way. I’ll make sure you enjoy this option, plus you’ll have job security”

From my position, I had the perfect view as Johnson’s big dick lined up with Ken’s tiny asshole and the wide head started to force its way in.

“It’s not going to fit!” Ken said.

Johnson replied, “Trust me. I’ve broken open tighter holes than this!”

He reached over to the nightstand and picked up a bottle of lube and dribbled it into Ken’s spread crack, then started pushing his cock head harder against the tight hole. I watched as Ken’s tiny hole expanded and first the head and then, inch by inch, the thick shaft of Johnson’s cock sank into his guts.

Ken’s cock, I noticed, was harder than ever and I got my mouth around it just as Johnson started slowly fucking his tight hole.

“Your ass is going to be sore tomorrow,” Johnson said, “but it’ll be a good hurt because it will remind you of me plowing your hole.” and Ken’s dick twitched in my mouth.

Johnson slowly picked up his tempo until Ken’s ass was getting pounded, Johnson’s hips slapping his ass as he deep dicked his hole and drove Ken’s hard cock deeper and deeper down my stretched throat.

Ken was groaning and bucking his ass to get more cock in it, then slamming his dick down my throat until finally he almost shouted, “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Johnson jack hammered his cock in and out of Ken’s hole and I gulped as much cock as I could down my throat. I felt Ken’s cock expand and his wad climb his shaft and then explode into the back of my throat. Johnson waited until Ken had stopped clenching his pucker around his cock, then pulled it entirely out of his abused ass and shot a massive load of cum all over his wide spread crack. I pulled Ken’s cock out of my throat and moved my head up so that I was able to lick up every drop a juice that glistened on his ass, making sure to clean his well fucked little hole.

Johnson then fed his softening dick into my mouth so I could clean it up, too, and as I licked him clean he said, “Ken, I think you’re going to turn out to be the perfect intern!”

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“Pete is a good guy, he told me about you, that you are really a great fuck!”

“You make me sound like a prize bull or something,” I replied, being so delighted that Pete’s mate Jason came up to expectations. I had never been with a coloured guy before.

When Pete asked if it was okay for him to recommend me to Jason, he having showed me a picture of him in his swimming gear, it is not always the real thing looks that good, But Jason came up to all my expectations.

The idea was for me to see if I was compatible with Jason and then maybe organised a threesome which I imagined would be nice.

The thought of having two guys simultaneously by way of ass and oral has attracted me, but it has to be with the right guys.

I eyeballed him and he was quick to tell. He closed to me without hesitation replying to my question that I was no prize bull but I was sure enough a prize, I felt his hand brush over my jeans so delicately it made me quiver withy anticipated lust.

“This alright van escort with you. Alex?” he asked finding me beneath my zip and squeezing there. Of course it was aright, already I felt the arousal in my groin and when I quietly and eagerly replied ‘yes’ I knew I was in for it good and proper. Pete had warned me that Jason was an ar4dent lover so I was well and ready.

He thrilled me going down to his knees, stripping my tight jeans down and complimenting me on my stance. And when he felt me over my boxer shorts, knelt there before me, sniffing there and making those wo0nmderful throat noises I shuffled for him to feel me in different ways, his warm hand finding my balls so delightfully as he squeezed and pushed his face into my crotch, his fingers being more bold then as I felt them slip up between my ass at the back and beginning to rim me so delightfully.

I was happy just to stand there, feeling him explore me as I opened my legs more to give him access, he prompted me to twist yalova escort around, stripped me of my boxers and made those complimentary throat noises again, saying it was wonderful, he stretching my ass cheeks wide I felt the warmth of his mouth rimming and sucking me there, a joy and thrill to behold, something I loved of Pete so very much, and now having another sweet guy doing it was the tops.

No I was seriously imaging in my mind the idea of sucking hard cock and also being fucked by hard cock, it was a delightful thought which I hoped soon would be for real as I felt Jason’s tongue do its stuff inside my hole, those wonderful sucking sounds combined with the feeling his busy mouth and tongue gave me was absolute heaven.

He hardy took a breath and was at it again, gripping my thighs from the back, squeezing my butt together with his face pressed tightly between, as he worked on me, slapping my ass cheeks lightly as I felt just how long his tongue must have been..

It çorlu escort wasn’t long before I found out, as if he had been reading my mind, because then he was up on his feel like a jack in the box, his hand behind my head as his mouth met mine, his tongue inside, moving around in circles as I tasted myself on his tongue, it was something I had never experienced with Pete, something I would not have imagined I would enjoy, but there was really something about this that really turned me on and all I wanted then was the feel of his thick stiff cock inside me, not before I stooped down though, took its stiffness deep into my mouth and gave it a sucking of a lifetime, tasting its pungent earthiness. He reeled back, standing there cock standing high like a guardsman, ready to fuck, offering it to me, telling me to bend over on all fours, to present my ‘masterpiece as he called it -for his service.

Wow! And what service, feeling its heat plunge immediately and deep inside me I discovered just what it was like to be fucked by a coloured guy, there was something about the way he moved and offered it to me, he fucked me rigid and when he came I did too.

Yes, I think we had made a hit with each other and the threesome was definitely a must!

Watch this space …

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*Jake*

I left for work this morning it was Saturday, I left Toby in his bed, he looked so peaceful sleeping. When I drove in, of course Janice was pulling up at the same time. “You know Janice, I am glad we are generally on the same shift, you are one of the greatest nurses we have here.” I told her as I was getting out of my car.

“One of? I thought I was the best.” She said smiling. “Toby going to come up to see you for lunch?”

“Don’t know, didn’t ask him this morning, he was sleeping and he looked so cute that I didn’t want to disturb him.” She smiled at me.

“Jake, I am glad you finally found someone.”

“Thanks, I am glad we met, too.” I had a silly grin on my face. I was happy that Toby pulled up beside me over four months ago, I wished I had the balls to ask him out earlier than waiting until the retreat to start talking, we would have been together a month earlier. All in all, I am still glad we finally were able to talk and start dating.

The day went fast, we had one emergency case after the next come into the ER, so when Janice walked up and told me it was quitting time, I smiled and said “thank god.” We both had to be back in in the morning so when I got to the changing room, I rushed to change and to walk out to my car. Janice must had the same idea because she came up on me fast and laughed when we both almost ran for the elevator.

“Wanting to get home to Toby, Jake?”

“Yeah, he didn’t text or call me today, I wonder what it up. Maybe he got busy with things.”

“Jake you are too funny, he is probably waiting at home right now with dinner made for you.”

“That would be nice, I didn’t get much lunch, with all the accidents coming in.”

“See you tomorrow.” She got in her car and I did mine.

I drove home and parked, I went into my place to feed Merlin and then I took a quick shower and headed over to Toby’s. When I keyed myself in, I was expecting to find him in the living room, but he wasn’t there. It looked like he hadn’t been downstairs at all today, because the coffee cup that I left on the sink was still there and the coffee pot was still full of cold coffee.

I walked upstairs and looked in the bedroom and there he laid in a fetal position asleep. I walked over to the bed and sat down and could tell right away that something was wrong. “Toby, Babe?” I put my hand on his forehead and he was hot. I called him again and he started to stir. “Honey, wake up Babe.” I then noticed the garbage can beside the bed with vomit in it. “Toby, Honey, please wake up.” He opened his eyes and I could tell he was in pain. “Toby where do you hurt?”

“Abdomen, it’s nothing Doc, just a virus or something, been throwing up.”

“I will be right back Toby.” I left and ran over to my place and grabbed my bag. It is funny I never thought I would ever need a medical bag, I just keep it together because I can laugh when someone asked if I have a bag. It just has the essentials in it, stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, thermometer and a few other things, basically an unscaled first aid kit.

I came back and still found him in a fetal position but lending over the side, he was throwing up again. “Doc, just leave me before you get sick. I can’t even keep water down.”

“Well you are obviously throwing up, are you going to the bathroom?”

“Yeah, diarrhea.”

I checked his temperature, it was one hundred and three, his body was fighting off something. “You said your abdomen hurts? How bad?”

“Bad.”

“Can you lay on your back for me a second, Hon.”

He rolled over slowly, he uncurled himself from the fetal position slowly, I could tell that he didn’t like to be straight. I wanted to check one thing and if I am correct we will be off to the hospital. I touched around his navel. “Does this hurt?”

“A little not too bad.” I moved to his lower right and pushed. “Shit, don’t do that.” He screamed.

“I take it, that it hurts there?”

“No wonder why you are an ER Doc, patients would never come back to see you, if you were their normal Doc. Yes it hurts there, bad. Please don’t touch it again.” Boy, he is just a sarcastic little bitch right now, I was trying hard not to laugh or smile at him.

“Get up Hon, I am going to have to take you to the hospital.”

“Why, I am just sick with a bug.”

“No, I think you have appendicitis, I don’t see an appendix scar, so I am assuming you have never had it out.” He was looking at me and shook his head. “Unless you want me to take you there in your birthday suit, I need you to get dressed.”

I helped him sit up on the edge of the bed, and I grabbed some clothes for him, helping him get everything on was fun, I have put socks on a baby before, but a grown man, every time he went to bend over he was in pain, so I helped with all his clothes. I took him down to his car.

When we made it to the hospital, I drove up to the ER doors, helped him into a wheelchair then I went and parked the car. One of his guards rolled him into the ER before I got back to the doors. “Hey Doc, he’s in triage.”

I said thanks and headed over trabzon escort there, they were finishing up taking his blood pressure and temperature. “Hey Doctor Thomas, didn’t you just get off shift?”

“Yes, I brought Toby in.”

“Oh, so we’re not asking him the same questions over, what do you think is the problem?”

“Appendix, would like them to do a couple of test, but I believe it is his appendix.”

“Ok, well there is a bed for him. Do you want to check off any of this answers for him, since he is kind of doubled over in the wheelchair?”

I quickly looked through history questions that they wanted, and for certain ones, I asked, but I was sure on most of the questions. Then they rolled him back into ER and I followed. I helped get him out of his clothes and into the gown, when Alan walked in. “Hey Jake, what do we have here?”

“Possible appendicitis.”

The nurse comes in behind the doctor and starts hooking Toby up to all the machines and an IV. She wasn’t too happy that the doctor came in first but because Alan knew I was here, he came right in.

“Ok, will order blood test and a CT that will be the fastest way of knowing.” Alan looked at me. “I take it you touched his abdomen?”

“Yup.” I smiled at him. “But you can do your tests to confirm.”

“No, he looks like he bitched like a motherfucker.”

“Yeah he did, he told me he knows why I am not a regular physician that no one would want to come back and see me.” We both laughed, Toby just looked at me.

“I am right here.”

“Ah he finally speaks.” Alan was being very sarcastic.

“Well you didn’t talk to me, so I didn’t want to interrupt.” Toby responded as bitchy as he did to me earlier.

“How do you two know one another?” Alan asked.

I looked at Toby and he just stared at me, so I spoke up. “Well he is head of security here and my boyfriend.” I saw Toby smile, he liked that.

“Head of security, so you are the one getting these changes.”

“Yes, are they good or bad?” Toby asked.

“Oh good, very good. Thank you, we all appreciate the extra security here in the ER, and we hear that there will be metal detectors coming?”

“Yes I have them on order. Hoping they will be here before Christmas, really they should be here soon, just haven’t had a confirm shipment date yet.” He looked at Alan. “Can you get me something for this pain?”

“Yeah, sorry, let me order the tests and get you something to help the pain and the fever.” Alan left out and I looked at Toby.

“Hey Babe.” Toby looked up at me. “As soon as he orders the pain med the nurse will come the meds will help almost immediately.”

“Thanks, sorry about the remark earlier.”

“About that no one would come back and see me, remark?” I smiled at him.

“Yeah, it just hurts like nothing I have experienced before, especially if you press on my abdomen.”

“I know, but I had to, I wanted to rule it out, but it sort of confirmed it when you reacted so badly to me pressing there.”

“Doc?” I looked at him. “Thanks, for saying you are my boyfriend. I didn’t know if you wanted it out there.”

“I was just hoping that you didn’t mind getting outed there, I don’t know if you told anyone in your department, but now they will know. Word travels fast around this hospital, I hope that you don’t mind.”

“Nope never told anyone, and I don’t mind, because you are my boyfriend. Mmmm, I like the sound of that.”

“You knew I was your boyfriend months ago.”

“Yeah, but other than Janice I don’t think anyone else knows.”

The nurse came back in with a syringe of a pain killer and she told us that they will be coming shortly to take him to CT. While she was there, she drew his blood. I could tell that the pain killers were working because Toby was straightening out instead of being curled up.

“Is there anyone you would like me to call for you?”

“I probably should call my mother, she will call everyone else, but let’s make sure it is my appendix first.”

They came for Toby a few minutes later, I told him that I would wait here. A while later Alan came back into the room and sat down. “Not busy tonight?”

“Actually for a Saturday night, no, but I am sure we will once the bars close.”

“Yeah I bet, I am so glad I don’t do the midnight shift anymore. The drunks are the worst.”

“Yeah but they can be funnier than hell though.”

I laughed. “Yeah they can be.”

“I didn’t know you were dating again. I thought after Rick you said you were through with men and you would die alone.”

“Yeah I did say that didn’t I?” Alan looked at me. “Well he caught my eye, we started talking and one thing lead to another, you know how it is?”

“Yeah I know. You look happy Jake and at least you got a younger one this time.” He laughed.

“He isn’t that much younger, I’m only a little over six years older.”

“Well that is closer than the ten that Rick was older than you. I really wish you would have left him and asked me out but I knew that was never going to happen.” He looked tunceli escort at me again. “But I see I am late to the game again because you have a great looking one this time.”

“Thanks, he is, isn’t he? I did luck out on that one.” They rolled Toby back in he looked spaced now. “Why does he looked like he has been drugged?”

“A doctor down there ordered him some pain killers.” The orderly responded.

“What do you mean someone else ordered him some pain killers?” Alan asked.

“Well, the technician was walking towards the patient, she tripped and stumbled right into the patient, pushing down hard on his right side.” The orderly could tell that Alan was mad.

“Do you have the scan with you? And they better have logged the pain killer into the system. What doctor was it?”

“Yes Sir, it is already loaded into the computer system. Don’t know about logging, it was Doctor Pierce.”

“Thank you.”

Toby was looking around the room, he was spaced out of his mind. “Doc?”

Both men responded at the same time. “Yes?” But once they both looked at Toby they realized that it was Jake that Toby was talking to.

“Doc, I love you.” He had a silly grin on his face.

“Toby you don’t even know what you are saying right now.”

“Yeah I do Doc.” Toby was waving Jake closer, and he whispered to him. “Doc, I don’t want you to leave me, I see how he looks at you.”

“Who is he Toby? Toby?” Jake looked down and realized that Toby was asleep.

“What did he say?” Alan asked.

“I think he clued in on the fact that you like me. He said he see how you look at me and he doesn’t want me to leave him.”

“He doesn’t know you too well does he?”

“What do you mean?”

“Jake, as much as you weren’t happy with Rick, you stayed with him. I can see you are extremely happy with Toby; you have a glow about you.”

“We haven’t talked much about Rick, I told him how he left me, but not much about my relationship with him.”

“Well you need to tell him one of these days, he should know.”

“Yeah I know, one of these days.”

Alan left out of the room to look at the scan and a few minutes later he came back in to tell me that indeed he did have appendicitis, that they can take him as an emergency case and do the surgery now or can send him up to a room and do it tomorrow. I told him, that we should ask Toby but for my opinion might as well get it done and over with.

Alan left out for a while to let the drugs leave his system, which we both knew that in a bit he would wake because of the pain. A little over an hour later, Toby woke up. “Doc?”

I had turned the lights out in the room and shut the door. “Yeah Toby?”

“I am in pain, Doc.”

“Let me go and talk with Alan, you have a decision to make.” I went out to see Alan and we walked back in.

“Nice to see you are wake again, Toby. We need to know if you want surgery now or tomorrow, I recommend now, then you will be out of this pain.”

“So it is my appendix?” Alan nodded. “Then as soon as possible than.”

“Ok, I will check to see who is on call and get back with you as soon as possible.”

Alan step out of the room and I sat down next to Toby. “Would you like me to call someone for you?”

“I will call Doc, did you happen to grab my cell phone?”

“No, do you know the number?”

“Yeah I know it.” I hand my cell to him and stepped out of the room while he dialed a number. When I came back in a few minutes later, he was just lying on the gurney. “I programed my mother number into your cell phone, she would like you to call her when I get out of surgery.”

“Ok, no problem, what is her name?”

“It is under my name and mom, her name is, Betty.”

*******

*Toby*

I woke several hours later in a different pain, it wasn’t as severe as what I had before, but it still hurt. When I woke I found Jake asleep in the chair next to my bed and tons of wires and tubes coming from me, that is the moment I realized I had a catheter in me. Ouch, not really an ouch, but it is a little uncomfortable knowing there is a tube running out of your dick. Thank god I was out when they inserted it, I hear that is the worse for a guy is the initial entry of it.

I looked around and found the nurses call light and pressed it, a voice came over the intercom and asked what was needed and I told them I was in pain, they said that the nurse will be with me in a moment. The Doc never woke, he must be extremely tired, I feel bad because I know he needs to be back at work Sunday morning and if I am reading the clock correctly it was three in the morning.

The nurse came in. “Was beginning to wonder if you were going to wake before morning, Mr. Smith. What can I help you with?”

“I am in some pain, was wondering if I could have something for it.”

“You sure can.” She stepped to my IV pole and unwind a cord from a machine that was attached to it. “This is a self-medicate pump, all you have to do is push this button and it will give you pain relief, you can push it once every uşak escort ten minutes if you like. We had to wait until you were awake to give it to you, so you can press the button yourself.” She handed me the button and I pushed it, I didn’t have to wait long before the medicine was making the pain go away.

“Thank you.” I smiled at her as she walked back out of the room after checking all of my vitals. I finally looked over at the Doc and he was awake and looking at me. “Hi.” I smiled at him.

“Hello Toby, how are you feeling?”

“Excellent, this is a bad ass drug in here, I was feeling pain a minute ago and now, nothing.” I think I smiled at him again because he laughed at me.

“Toby, you are cute when you are drugged.”

“I am not cute all the time?” I think I made puppy dog eyes at him, he just started laughing up a storm.

He stood up next to my bed and bent down and kissed my forehead. “Toby try to sleep some, I will be right here when you wake.”

I started to feel a little bit of pain and pushed the button and it sent me into la la land, I rolled over onto my left side, so I could stare at the Doc and I don’t remember anything for a while. I woke to Jake kissing my forehead. “I have to go to work, I will stop by to see you on my lunch hour ok, Babe?”

I nodded, pushed the button, closed my eyes and was out again. I didn’t wake again until the nurse came in for vitals and ask how I was doing. How I was doing was just fine if they wouldn’t have woke me, I don’t know how they expect anyone to get some rest in a hospital when there is someone coming to check on you every few hours. When she left out, I pushed the button and went back to sleep.

I was woken a few more times that morning, one of the times was by the surgeon, he wanted to know how I was doing and to tell me that everything went fine. Jake came in a little after eleven, they had taken my pain pump away from me by then and I had a tray of food in front of me. Jake brought a tray from the cafeteria in for himself.

“How are you doing Toby?”

“Good, I am sorry, Doc.”

“What for?”

“Because you didn’t get any sleep before you shift today.”

“I had a few hours, Hon. I hear they are going to release you today?”

“Yeah sometime this afternoon, since I don’t need the pain drugs anymore. You don’t mind taking me home do you?” I smiled at him.

“Not at all, considering I have your car. I will come back up when my shift is over to check on you, hopefully it won’t take too long to for you to get discharged.”

“It is a hospital, of course it will take forever.”

“Well, I think I have a little pull.” Jake said while laughing at me.

We ate our lunch together; he ended up sharing most of his with me, because mine truly sucked, but he had planned on that. When he had to go back to the ER, he kissed me goodbye and said he would see me when his shift ended.

I did feel bad because he didn’t get any sleep and was wearing the same clothes, but at least he changes into scrubs during his shift, maybe he was able to grab a shower. After he left, I just laid back and relaxed, there was nothing else to do, and I wasn’t interested in the TV, the nurses kept coming in and waking me when they needed vitals or other things. When the Doc showed back up they had my discharge papers and were ready for me to sign. The only thing that I hated about all the instructions was that I couldn’t have sex for four to six weeks.

The Doc left a little before they were to wheel me out the door, so he could bring the car up. Once I was seated in the car, he looked over at me. “You didn’t like the no sex instruction.”

“No, that is going to suck. Why is that a rule I don’t understand.”

“Flex your abdomen.”

“What?”

“Flex your muscles in your abdomen.”

I tried and hollered out. “Oh shit.”

“That is why you can’t have sex for four to six weeks. Sorry Babe.”

“Wow, ok, I think I’m a dumb ass.” He laughed at me.

“No, you haven’t had surgery before, and I am sure you haven’t tried flexing your muscles before I asked you to do that.” I shook my head. “And you know when you cum, you tighten a lot of muscles, so I would hate for you to be fucking me or vice versa and you say ouch.”

“Yeah that would kind of kill the mood, more so on my end.”

He got me home, and after a while I called my Mom to let her know everything went well. Jake had called her but was sent to voicemail, he left a message but she had never called back. He left me while I did this to check in out his cat Merlin and to take a shower and get into some comfortable clothes. He came back after a few hours, he found me napping.

*******

*Jake*

He looked so cute lying on the bed sleeping, I had to laugh quietly to myself for him thinking he was going to have sex right away after having his appendix out. I knew he hadn’t thought that through, and he just flexing his muscles just a little reminded him that he just had surgery, yes it was laparoscopic but it was still surgery.

I left him sleeping, I didn’t want to wake him up, I went down and cleaned up the coffee from the other day and wanted to make him some real food. I know the food for the patients suck, which is why when I went to the cafeteria I got extra food, it isn’t much better than the patients but it does have a little more flavor to it.

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The first time I attempted to write this story, it was about a life changing experience for me. I felt I had to write it down, and even asked Matt, the other character in my story for permission. He didn’t mind, as long as I didn’t use his real name, which wasn’t a problem. I’m not using mine either. It feels even more personal now, I don’t even want him to know I am writing. It all started by meeting through a sex site on the net, which I concede is not the smartest move on my part.

It is six weeks since we first met. I’m not totally sure where we stand, this is my first relationship, if you can call it that. I have never been in love and this is more lust than anything else. Since the first intimate time I spent with Matt, we have had other sexual times, but generally just going to the movies and out to eat.

He usually invited me into his house after our weekly meeting to go to the theater, but the last time just got a quick kiss and a goodbye. This time after Superman, “It was fun”, and he went in the house, no kiss. We had been talking on instant messenger every day, so I just had to know what was going on.

Bradley: So you just want the friend part of friends with beneifts?

Matt: Why?

Bradley: Just wondering.

Matt: Well, friend is ok with me if that is what you want, I still want the benefits.

Bradley: Cool

Matt: My landlord is back living in the house and is in control of the A/C, it is too hot to play. You would never stand it. I think we would have to play at your house.

Bradley: Too bad there are no cheap hotels that charge by the hour around here LOL.

Matt: yeah

Bradley: How about I take you out for ice cream?

Matt: Sure

I drove him home the back way by my house. I slowed up, “This is where I live”, hoping he would say to stop, but nothing. I kept going and drove him home. We were meeting the next day to see Pirates, which we did and then out for lasagna. On the way home to his house, I said, “Well, I could turn down this street to your house, or I could keep going to mine.”

“Go to your house.”

I was totally shocked and not expecting it. He had told me the night before he was really nervous when I pulled up to my house. All I could think about was the dirty clothes I left on my floor of my room and the dirty towels in the bathroom, and that I probably didn’t have my best boxers on either. I was so sure he would go straight home.

Of course the other thing that was bugging me, Mom.

We walked in. I held him at the front door, and ran to my room, picking up an arm load of laundry and then to the bathroom for the towels.

“So you are Matt.”

“Yes , Hi.”

“Go on into my room Matt.”

I lead the way and he followed. urfa escort It was really awkward, feeling like I was standing there in front of her naked or something.

Matt ended up feeling more at home than I did. It wasn’t long before he was naked, and I was feeling too embarrassed to join him. Ok, so I was the one who undid his belt and unzipped his shorts and pulled them off, but he pulled off his boxers. We had the music blasting, so I am sure Mom couldn’t hear us, but must have known what was going on. The kissing was as intense as always, our mouths sloppy with saliva. I went down on him, which I must admit is pretty fun for me. I started by sticking my tongue in his piss hole then licking the slit, and half sucking and kissing down his shaft. He shaves his balls so they are really smooth, and I love rolling them in my fingers while I blow him. I have started trimming for him. I was taking him down as far as I could, it was gagging me some, and he said I didn’t have to, but I really liked trying to see just how much of him I could handle. It wasn’t long before I had my pants off for him. He worked his oral magic as well and it was all too perfect really. We were in the middle of having great sex, then we heard my Mom. Matt rushed to put clothes on.

“Don’t . I didn’t hear anything did you?”

He laughed, “No, not a thing.”

“Let me go see what she wants.”

I put clothes on and headed for the living room.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You did, we heard you.”

“Oh, well, just letting you know there are a couple hamburgers if you two would like them.”

I went back to my room.

“Are you hungry? There are hamburgers?

I crawled back in bed, but we started kissing and it was clear he was hungry for me more than the burgers. I was out of my pants in no time. He had arrived at my house at 4pm, and it was after 8pm now. That’s when I told him I wanted him to do anal.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

We had tried this the first time we met, but I was too tense. This time I had my legs pulled up and my hips on a pillow. He was looking me right in the eye and pushed in. I felt like I was gonna rip in two. The pain was awful.

“Stop, please, just stay still. Don’t move.”

He stopped, looking in my eyes, his arms either side of me holding his weight off of me. Then I felt him slip out.

“Try again.”

“I can’t. I’m not hard.”

He fell to the bed beside me and he held me. I felt like such a jerk. I got the burgers for us and we ate.

“It’s nine.”

I knew what that meant, he had to leave. He had to work the next day. I jumped off the bed and put my pants on. We went to leave through the front sivas escort door of the living room.

“Come again, Matt.”

“Bye.”

The next day we talked on instant messenger.

Matt: I have tomorrow off.

Bradley: Cool. What did you have in mind? Any plans? I am broke.

Matt: Well, I could rent a DVD and we could watch it in your room on your computer.

Bradley: When would you like to do this? Tonight, tomorrow?

Matt: It is up to you.

Bradley: Well, If you came over tonight, you would not have to leave until tomorrow.

Matt: I was hoping you would say that.

Bradley: I will take a shower and pick you up at seven? Then we can go to the video store.

Matt: Sounds good

Bradley: See you

That was easy, now the hard part. I have not had a friend sleep over since I was 12. Then it was basically begging, getting shuffled between mom and dad. What did your mother say? What did your father say? Oh, please can Matt stay, we won’t get into trouble I promise. That wasn’t going to cut it this time. My dad is dead now, and finally I feel free to be myself.

I walked into the living room.

“Matt is spending the night.”

“SPENDING THE NIGHT!”

It was shrill and went through me like a knife. I was ready for a huge blow up, lecture, maybe sent to my room, even though I am an adult.

“Yes, spending the night. I am going to take a shower, then pick him up at seven.”

“Well, since you are going out, get me a couple things at the grocery store.”

That was it? It was like I announced I had a zit or something, like she went into shock mode. She went from being disgusted to acting like nothing was unusual at all.

So we went to the store. I offered for him to stay in the car while I went, but he came in with me. It felt odd, almost domestic. We were grocery shopping together. Then it felt more like sleep over used to, because we got chocolate donuts, and ice cream and frozen pizza, not on her list by the way. He got the DVD he wanted and we went to my house.

“Well, Matt, I never expected to see you here so soon.”

Of course she said it in a snide way, which was very embarrassing, but we ignored her. He helped me bring the groceries to the kitchen. I popped the pizzas in the oven, and we went to my room. Things were pretty normal, we watched the video and ate pizza and ice cream, totally clothed. Then we snuggled in together, I got undressed, he followed. We watched tv and started to kiss. The more we kissed the hotter it got until we were going down on each other. We got off on that and dozed somewhere along the line.

Around four in the morning we woke up. Our tongues were dancing our hands groping tekirdağ escort and I wanted to try anal again. The pillow thing seemed to work for us, giving him better access, since I am shorter than he is. It hurt again as he entered, but I stroked myself, which seemed to help. He didn’t stop and the faster he went, the better it felt. Soon his balls were slapping against me and I never wanted that feeling of him inside me to stop. He was holding the rungs on my head board, and it was slamming against my wall. For one fleeting moment I wondered if my Mom was hearing us. I would lean up and we would kiss as he pounded into me. I could feel him nearly pull all the way out and slam back inside of me.

“I’m gonna cum”, he whispered, and pulled out. We enjoyed the moment and just held each other. It seemed to make us both hungry, so I got the cold pizza from the fridge. We slept and around ten I got up and cooked us eggs, my Mom was gone by then. We watched another DVD and I lose track of time, but I ended up bottom again. We had talked earlier. He had given me slow, then fast, then slow hip action. I told him the faster he went the better it felt. I somehow had a new respect for rabbits.

“I have been here 24 hours. I don’t want to over stay my welcome.”

“Don’t worry, that could never happen.”

We started kissing again. I licked around his ear. The outer edge, then in the center, sticking my tongue in the hole. He loved when I did this, his breathing would increase, and he told me it made him lightheaded. I bit down his neck and sucked on his shoulder. I started to stroke his cock and could feel the pre-cum slip in my fingers. He rolled over on top of me as we kissed. I squeezed his ass with my hands. I could feel our pricks rub together.

“I want to try again.”

“Are you sure? Don’t do it just for me.”

“I want it. You want a different position? Or should I use the pillow? You want doggy?”

“Let’s use the pillow.”

I doubled it over and stuffed it under my hips, lifting my legs up. I guess I was more tense this time, as it was hurting some.

“Wait.”

I started to stroke myself, and then it was ok. He started slamming into me. His cock was slipping in and out and I was aware of every sense. I thought to myself, how could I have waited so long? My mouth was open and I panted with every thrust he made into me. His eyes were fixed on mine, with a determined look on his face. He went fast, like I requested.

“I’m gonna cum.”

He pulled out and almost that very second shot his cum up his belly and fell backwards on my legs, his head over my knee, looking back at me. I handed him some tissues, then took one and wiped is brow and lip, he was covered in sweat. He panted and smiled and I knew he was in a great place. He crawled up beside me on the bed. We kissed. I knew he had to go home and had work the next day.

Thursday was one of the best days of my life. We both agreed that we want more days like it. We plan on spending the night together again soon.

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Greg looked out his window and all he saw was the brilliance of the world from 40,000 feet above, around and below: thick cumulus cloud banks covered half the blue sky hiding traces of the earth from view. They were flying over Europe right now; in an hour or so, they’ll be crossing the Mediterranean and then Greg will be taking his first sight of the African continent.

His body was wrought with excitement and anticipation at setting foot for the first time on African soil once his flight plane touched down at Lagos in Nigeria. But most especially he was excited about the fellow he was travelling there to meet.

Jude.

Greg turned away from the window and glanced at the middle-aged man seated beside him. They’d chatted a while earlier just as the plane took off from London. He was an expatriate worker for a multinational oil company which had a franchise base in Nigeria, which was where he too was enroute to. At the moment, he was asleep. Greg had a folded magazine beside him. It was the recent copy of BENT, a magazine that curtailed anything pertaining to gay lifestyle. Greg held it close, careful so as no one could see what he was reading—especially not the man seated beside him—and perused some of its contents. He paused to check out a centre-fold advert of a men’s wear that featured four striking young men—one white, one black, one Asian-looking and the other looking every bit South American, and all of them gay, no doubt—looking hot and sexy and half-naked, hugging each other and smiling at him.

Greg ogled the photo, especially the black man in the midst. In his mind, he pictured Jude’s face on him and sat back imaging what his body would look like once he got sight of it. He flipped through the magazine for a while, then when he saw a stewardess approaching folded it and hid it out of sight.

Greg was a month shy of turning twenty-nine. He was an assistant-professor in Leeds University where he taught Medieval History and for the past four months he’d been living in a conundrum of guilt and regret.

But that had ended a month ago when he met Jude.

Four months ago, Greg Landis had broken up with his erstwhile girlfriend of two years. Things hadn’t been exactly rosy from the start, and it had stumbled to a climax sometime in mid-July when he’d opened up to her about his homosexuality. It hadn’t been easy for him—for months he’d struggled with telling her but couldn’t bring himself to. She’d begun hearing strange rumours about him and had confronted him about it. It was then he’d come out of the closet …and it had inevitably cost him his relationship and a lot of pain in return.

During those months, Greg had felt pretty lost with himself. He’d gone about his school lecturing and had adequate time to work on the research material he was compiling regarding Viking-Scottish Ancestry in England. He had few friends, and to the few ones he knew it was impossible for him to let them in on the emotional detriment he was undergoing. The days had seemed longer to him and he’d suffered from insomnia a couple of nights.

Then he’d stumbled onto Jude—or rather, Jude had stumbled onto him—and his life had taken a turn for the better since then. Even though they lived far from each other, technology had made it possible for them to know each fast than had they been next-door neighbours.

Greg subscribed to numerous chat rooms and interacting sites online, and most of them catering towards gay lifestyle, though he was careful not to reveal his actual identity on any of his online pages, least someone in the school found him out. Of the chat rooms in Yahoo, he steered clear of gay teens, and from the numerous ones he’d carried on conversations with, neither sounded impressive to worth his attention. One Saturday afternoon, having nothing much on mind to do, he’d logged onto his Facebook page and saw that someone had left a message there for him. It was from Jude.

Jude was a part-time journalist for Nigerian Newsweek magazine and an artist and had written to Greg in response to a comment he’d posted at an online gay forum discussion. Greg had replied him and in no time, Jude had replied back. Back and forth they’d exchanged words and info with each other. Greg had found it somewhat relaxing writing to him, and noted that Jude was just as intellectual and open-minded a person as he was too. From Facebook, they hooked up with each other at Yahoo Messenger and had kept on a steady stream of correspondence. It was easy for them to set up a scheduled meeting time, both during the afternoons as well as in the evenings. When they missed each other, a simple email had taken care of that. Greg delighted in the new-found friendship he was having with his Nigerian friend and wished nothing would make it end so suddenly. About a week later, by which time they’d already exchanged photos and as much personal data of each other. Their messages began to get personal more and more.

“I’m so lonely over here,” Greg had written to him.

“You’re here with me, so you rize escort needn’t be alone anymore,” Jude replied in his message box.

“If you were here, I probably would have liked that even better.”

“I’m curious, what would you have done if that were possible?”

“You mean if you were here with me?”

“Yes.”

“We’ll do lots of things together. I’ll take you around the nightclubs and lively spots down here. You wouldn’t be bored.”

“Where would I sleep?” asked Jude.

Greg had smiled as he typed the words into his messenger box: “In my bed, with me lying next to you.”

“You wouldn’t want me to stay in a hotel?”

“Why would you, when my bed is big enough for both of us.”

“I had to ask. Maybe you’d invite some other friends of yours over.”

“No, I won’t do that,” typed Greg. “I don’t have much friends, and right now you’re the only one who truly understands me.”

“So, we’re in bed now. What would you want to do to me?”

“You know what I would do to you.”

“Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

Greg’s fingers paused over the keyboard. He knew what he wanted to say, and so desperate was he to say them. It was late in the night at his apartment. Through his bedroom window he could hear the sound of cars driving up and down the street. The sound of the world moving on, but here in his bedroom, Greg pictured himself cut off from it entirely. He licked his lips and smiled with glee as once again his fingers started to type.

“In my bed, I would kiss you all over. I would rub my tongue over your arm muscles and over your chest. I would slip my tongue into your navel region and kiss you all the way down till I arrive at your cock. Your black, hairy, beautiful cock.”

A minute passed before Jude replied from the other end of the world:

“What would you do with my cock?”

What a question! thought Greg. A hand went to his crotch and felt the erection that was yearning inside his shorts. He took two minutes to think through what he wanted to say. He shut his eyes and for a moment envisioned himself kissing and playing his tongue over his friend’s body … sliding downward towards his crotch and then pulling out his cock and slipping it into his waiting mouth. The picture was so vivid … so breath-taking it felt very real to him. He bent his head and typed exactly what he’d seen.

Their correspondence continued with both men expressing their wants and desire for each other even more. After that night, Greg had exchanged phone numbers with him, thus besides writing each other emails and meeting online to chat, they were laughing and seducing each other from long distance away on the phone. They held nothing back regarding how they felt; the way they communicated, it was as if they’d known each other for long. With each passing day their wanting seemed to grow with surmounting impatience. Till one day, Greg decided to take matters into his own hands and do something he never before thought he had the courage to do … until now.

He called Jude the week before he travelled, in early November, to give him the good news.

“I have good news for you. I’m coming to Nigeria next week!” he said to him on the phone.

Greg thought he could hear his friend’s breath seize at the other end of the line.

“You’re joking,” said Jude.

“No, no, I’m really serious. I’ve got a month’s leave coming up early next year, before the school semester rounds up for the term. Normally I should wait till then before I apply, but the guy on the school board owes me a favour and is going to have it signed and sealed for me in no time.”

Jude couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “You’re seriously coming down here next week?” he asked.

“As serious as a heart-attack, my love.”

“Wow! Really, I’m out of words. I never thought such a day would come so soon.”

“I know, and I’m deeply looking forward to it, and to seeing you too.”

Before the weekend, Greg’s leave papers had been signed by the Dean, and he was officially having himself a one-month holiday break. Greg paid a visit to Nigeria-Virgin Airlines the following Monday and bought his ticket to leave in two day’s time. Today was Wednesday, and hopefully in a few hours’ time he would be in the arms of his long-distance friend/soon-to-be lover.

It was nearing 3:00 P.M. when the plane crossed into Nigerian borders. Two and a half hours later they were taxing safely at Murtala Mohammed airport in Lagos. Jude had told him he resided in Lagos, in a part of the city called Lekki Peninsula so it wasn’t going to be much of a problem meeting him at the airport. Greg followed the trail of disembarking passengers into the crowded interior that was the airport; he and the fellow Briton who’d sat next to him on the flight shook hands after they’d retrieved their luggage as they parted ways. He sighted a crowd of expectant people standing in wait for the arrived and saw some of them holding up placards with names writing sakarya escort on them. He saw one that held what looked like his name on a cardboard paper and approached the Nigerian holding it.

It was Jude!

They smiled at each other before they embraced, careful not to overdo it amidst such a place. Greg hadn’t come with much—just two bags. Jude escorted him out of the confusion of the airport into the humid air awaiting them outside. Greg flinched from the strong beat of the sun’s heat that fell on him as Jude led him towards his car in the airport’s large parking lot, chattering with him as they walked. They found the car and after stowing his friend’s bags into the backseat of his Nissan vehicle, they jumped in and off they went.

Both men chattered back and forth as Jude navigated their way through the city’s ubiquitous traffic. Greg absorbed the sights and sounds of the new world he was in, inhaling the air the blew through the car’s open windows that as well ruffled his dark hair while Jude drove and hurled curses at other motorists to clear away for him.

Jude lived in a shabby apartment complex in the peninsula and they made it there almost an hour later due to the traffic. They went up the stairs to the second floor where Greg’s journey finally came to an end as Jude unlocked the door to his apartment and welcomed his friend into his home. He carried his bags into the bedroom and Greg, exhausted from the journey, fell on his bed and sighed.

“My God, I thought that trip wasn’t ever going to end,” he commented.

“You’re talking like your plane took you around the world before bringing you here,” said Jude, coming to sit beside him on the bed.

“I’m sorry, but I’m almost always sore when it comes to me travelling long distances. However, this is one long distance I’m glad I made.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you made it too.” Jude ran his fingers through his hair. “You must be tired from the journey.”

“I am tired,” said Greg. “But not tired enough.”

His hand went to the back of his friend’s head and pulled Jude’s face towards his. Their lips met and interlocked in a strong kiss. Their tongue slid back and forth into each other’s mouths, both of them moaning simultaneously; this was a moment they’d both been dying for to come through. They rolled on the bed, their legs rubbed against each other’s while their hands groped and caressed their limbs. Greg wanted more, but just as things were getting heated, Jude stopped him.

“You need a shower first,” he said. “Besides, aren’t you hungry? You’ve got to be from that long flight.”

Greg sat up on the bed and examined himself. “Actually you’re right—I am a bit hungry.”

“Come on then,” Jude helped him off his feet and took his jacket off him. “First you get yourself a shower, and then we feed you.”

Greg started unbuttoning his shirt. “Hope you don’t have anyone that’s coming around to check up on you.”

His Nigerian friend laughed. “Don’t be silly. This is my apartment, and I live alone. Life here works pretty much the same as in your country. You can do whatever it is in your own home; just don’t let the neighbours know.”

Greg finished undressing and Jude pointed him in the direction of the bathroom. Greg was in the shower box soaping his body when the box slid open and Jude, naked as well and sporting an erection between his legs, stepped inside.

“Looks like I too need a shower,” he said.

They embraced and resumed their kissing. Water splattered on them and Greg rubbed the soap over his friend’s arms and torso while Jude’s hand went down between his legs and tugged at his cock which was erect as well. They took turns scrubbing each other off as the shower washed the soapy residue off from their skin, Greg made to be the first to get an actual taste of him. He fell to his knees and Jude turned off the shower while Greg wrapped his mouth on his cock.

Jude gazed at the ceiling and muttered a gasp as Greg consumed him. His hands held Greg’s head as he pistoned his shaft back and forth inside his mouth. Greg loved the feel of his fucking his mouth; it has been so long since he had such a feeling and he wanted to savour it. His friend’s shaft was too big for him to swallow. He’d never being with a black man before, and now he knew all those rumours he’d heard about them having big cocks was all true.

Jude pulled him back to his feet and gave him a lingering kiss. They kissed pretty much the same way two lovers who had been far away from each other for so long would. They shared a towel, and holding hands, vacated the bathroom and returned to the bedroom.

“I hope you locked the door,” asked Greg as he fell on the bed.

“Lock and sealed just the way I want it,” replied Jude, going around to draw the windows’ curtains close before coming to join his friend in bed. They kissed and cuddled, their hands feeling over the smoothness of each other’s skin, taking note of their contrasting colours as well. “You remember samsun escort what you promised doing to me once you met me?”

“How could I forget. Lay back on the bed.”

Jude did as told. Greg came over him and started kissing him all over. He began from his neckline, rolling his tongue down his clavicles and torso. He kissed his friend/lover’s breasts, nibbling on his nipple. Jude moaned at the same time urged him not to stop. Downward Greg’s lips went, licking and probing his tongue down his navel region; Jude’s prick was throbbing erect and tapping a drum-beat below Greg’s chin as he came further downward till he stopped to ogle his turgid erection. Greg gave his cock’s head a smooching kiss, then widened his mouth and went down on him. Jude pressed his hands down on his lover’s head, enveloped by the ecstasy he was being given. He thrust his hips up and Greg grunted from the force of his cock filling his mouth. Still he continued sucking him, allowing his cock push all the way to his throat.

Jude indicated for Greg to be on top of him. They went into a ’69 position with Greg being on top. He gasped when his lover’s mouth clamp on his balls. Jude sucked and pulled on his testicles one at a time before sliding downward to take hold of his cock. Greg adjusted his hips so Jude could swallow more of him. Jude poked a finger, and then another into his anal hole while still bobbing his head on his tool; Greg ground his ass in rhythm to the finger-fucking his was getting.

Both men fought to have a taste of the other’s cunt first. Greg won the tussle in the end. Jude went to his dresser cabinet and brought a lube tube which Greg rubbed over his shaft before straddling him. Jude’s cock slipped into his hole with little effort. Within minutes he was grinding his ass down on him, taking in more and more of his lover’s eight-inch cock. Jude pulled his face down to his and their lips smacked as they kissed; they grunted on each other’s face.

“Ohh God,” cried Greg. “I’ve never wanted any man before like I want you now.”

“Neither have I,” mumbled Jude.

Greg bounced and gyrated on his lover’s thigh with excitement. Beads of sweat popped on their faces as the screwing went on. Jude couldn’t hold it anymore and Greg, sensing he was about to cum, came down from him and began sucking his cock.

Within seconds, his mouth expanded as he tried containing all of Jude’s cum, grunting repeatedly as he took his time digesting his load.

They tried other tactics after that, till it was Jude’s turn to play submissive role. He bent over the bed and wiggled his bottom at his English lover. Greg stroked his erection, admiring his friend’s lovely behind, then came at him. Jude held onto the bed and muttered a grunt as Greg pushed the head of his prick inside him. Both men held onto each other, both consumed by the mounting passion that was upon them. Greg reached a hand forward to grasp his friend’s prick and stroke it. Greg perceived a burning urge in his prick and it was getting hotter with each second as he kept on pounding his lover’s ass.

“Ahhh shit!” he groaned. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

Jude pulled out from him at just the right time. Greg held his cock and was stroking it hard and gasping for breath at the same time, but Jude solved the problem by taking his cock from him and into his mouth he went. He sucked him hard and good, pulling on his balls with his free hand. That did it for Greg as he groaned through his teeth and pumped his load of semen down his lover’s throat. Jude held onto him as he gulped down his cum, not letting up till he’d swallowed the final drop.

Both men fell to the bed, laughing in each other’s arms. They licked traced of cum off each other’s lips while they cuddled.

“It’s been a long time since I found life this good,” said Greg. “All these months I’ve been coming through the net, looking for someone. Who would have thought I’d find you miles from home.”

“Sometimes you have to go the distance to get what you want,” said Jude. “In the end, look at how it’s turned out.”

“Yeah,” answered Greg. “A life without regret. I’m so for today, and for you making it so.”

The sky grew darker outside as the day progressed into the evening. Both men curled into each other’s arms and fell asleep with their legs over each other.

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It was dark when Greg’s eyes came open.

The first thing he noticed was how hot the room was, that he was sweating. Then he realised the ceiling fan above their head wasn’t rotating anymore; the meagre light in the room came from outside the curtained window. Jude’s head rested beside his while his arm lay across his chest. He could hear him breathing. Greg felt his hand on the table beside the bed where Jude had earlier left a torch light. His hand felt it and turned on its light and shined it around the room. He got up from the bed, careful not to wake his lover, and approached the window facing the side of the building.

He could make out few distant lights beyond, but most of the buildings close to theirs were all in darkness. The clouds looked misty and seemed to hang above the earth like a wet shroud. There was a strong aromatic smell in the air. It felt so peculiar and strange, much like what he had perceived when he arrived at the airport.

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Please note that like all my essentially true stories, a condom was actually used as I advocate safe sex though for the purpose of this piece i have omitted to mention it. They save lives but describing their placements can kill the moment. Thanks.

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Everybody has a six pack, at least according to a personal trainer I once had. Apparently if just depends on your size and weight under how few or many layers of fat it is buried under. And also, posture is a lot to do with it, if you breath in and hold your chest out a little with shoulders back, your abs will ‘lock’ into place, enhancing the appearance. So when I remember and am wearing a tight top or none at all, à la plage (or pool) I try to make myself look good. Not always successfully though…

So how the hell I came to be doing some ‘life’ modelling (ie nude) for an arts class in my local town, I’m not sure. We had moved to France from the UK only the summer previously and I think it was something do with my wish to become part of the community that made me answer the hand made advert/ poster displayed in the local internet café/ function rooms. They hold Zumba classes each Tuesday and art on Thursday evening and I haven’t got the rhythm for Zumba.

So there I was, introduced to a rather motley crew by the organiser, Jean Paul, an overweight man in his late 50s who also ran the swim club I had joined and who had seen me in my Speedos if nothing less. He was definitely straight and definitely unattractive but always treated me kindly as the outsider. I went behind the screen, took my clothes off and put on the dressing gown provided and then walked back to the middle of a semicircle of chairs and easels. I disrobed and noticed… that nobody seemed to notice. Here I was, starkers, and no eyes seemed to be scanning my dick as I scanned their eyes. I took up the position that Jean Paul asked me to and was asked to remain still for the duration of the class. The artists were not to talk, if they wanted anything they had to raise their hand and Jean Paul would go to them, all would be done at a whisper and then he would attend to their requirements. One lady raised her hand almost straight away and Jean Paul took her a pack of charcoal crayons but other than that, almost silence.

I had only been there for 10 minutes into my hour or so when I heard the door open but couldn’t move so had no idea who or what had joined the pensioners and housewives sketching my nude body. I remained in situ until the class was told they had only 5 minutes remaining and Jean Paul approached me to ask if he could take a photograph with his smartphone so that I could resume the same position the following week. I agreed and he immediately showed me, it was tasteful (no full frontal or dick shot) and very unlike the photographs I had stored on my boyfriends smartphone for the apps we used occasionally to meet casual shags.

Jean Paul asked if I was okay to remain in place for a few minutes and I was in no hurry so I agreed and the class packed up and drifted away, some lingering more than others to chat about the price of various vegetables at the market and other riveting topics of conversation. Jean Paul explained to me, mersin escort still not having moved, that the latecomers was his son who had joined the class for the first time and wanted 5 more minutes to sketch me sideways on. He asked if we could pack up our own things as he put all of the crayons away, the easels and chairs having been tidied (or taken home) by the respective users. It was really only about 5 minutes when his son, Bertrand, came round and introduced himself and said he was done. “Nice to meet you” I said, unaware of the protocol when naked before a stranger in such a public setting, the function room above the bar and internet café below.

“Good shape, good abs, great for sketching” said Bertrand, who I think hadn’t seen them earlier as he’d only been to the side of me not lounging on the sofa.

“Thanks” I said. I then got up and went to dress but noticed, unlike the rest of the class, he indeed did seem to check out my shaven cock which, due to the unusual predicament I had found myself in, ie naked before (a) housewives, (b) pensioners and neighbours and (c) Jean Paul, was probably looking rather sorry for itself.

Bertrand said he was only home for the holidays, 2 weeks, before going back to University. I thought he was a bit mature to be a student but have another acquaintance in France who has made a career out of college and university studies so wasn’t that surprised. I asked him if he fancied a beer and he accepted so we went downstairs and I ordered a couple whilst he sat down. We talked a little about how I knew his father and how I had come to do the modelling for the class as well as his studies, he was 30 and supposedly in his final year of medicine but looking to extend it and specialise. He didn’t swim like his father, he was a kite surfer so had a lean physique (though not all of them do) as he came to the coast most weekends and practiced his hobby. His face was tanned from being outdoors but his arms, as he was wearing a t-shirt, were white (and muscular) as much of his kite surfing was done in a wet suit.

And then out of the blue, he unrolled the work he had drawn and asked if I was free for another hour. In was slightly surprised and said I was but he said as the hall was expensive and probably booked later, we could go to his parents house. I agreed, thinking Jean Paul would be okay with it and knowing the circumstances and so moments later just a couple of hundred metres away, I was being welcomed into the family home by Bertand. His parents were out, it seemed after art classes they went to the neighbouring village to see his mother’s sister and weren’t due home until around midnight. Knowing I drank beer, he didn’t ask, just opened the fridge and got a couple of cans out.

I wasn’t sure what he expected and he said to go to his room upstairs as the bed was a double so I could stretch out better than on the settee so off we went, and I suddenly felt a mixture of nerves and excitement due to the surreality of the whole situation. He showed me to the room, I stepped in and stared to undress, then sat completely naked on the bed.

He got his sketch pad and crayons ready and I asked where he wanted me to go muğla escort and in what position, strange as though it sounds sexy, it really wasn’t at all. He wanted to sketch my pecs and abs basically, so I pushed my pecs out a little and pulled my stomach in flat. He took up position at the bottom of the bed, by my feet, with a view of my limp cock and began drawing. I said very little and he shortly afterwards excused himself as he needed a piss. I could hear him pissing and imagined the sight after all I had checked out his perfectly formed arse as I followed him up the stairs. He stopped pissing but didn’t return immediately and when he did, I was rather surprised- very pleasantly so- to see him totally naked too. I didn’t say a word and he resumed his sketching. I tried to check out his body, I noticed he had a flat and firm stomach and like me he was totally shaved around his cock, probably like many sportsmen for ease of getting in and out of clothing and for hygiene as we tend to sweat a lot too. I hoped he shaved under his arms and like me didn’t use deodorant but couldn’t tell as he was sat sketching away. We said nothing for a further 10 minutes or so and then he said “Finished if you want to take a look.”

He came and sat next to me so our hips were touching and I felt a tingle of excitement, still unsure what possessed him to remove his clothing. But I wasn’t complaining, as he moved I saw his cock in all its glory, he wasn’t cut but had pulled back his foreskin when he took a piss and so it looked like he was which I found really cute.

“Like it?” he asked. It was not what I had expected but it was a great piece of work. He had made my dick, although flaccid, look quite impressive and if my chest and stomach really did look like that, I was impressed with myself and grateful to my personal trainer all those gym sessions ago.. I pointed to the drawing of my dick.

“Poetic licence?” I asked .

“Wishful thinking” he replied and placed his hand on my chin, pulling my mouth to his as his warm tongue entered. He placed his artwork down on the floor and assumed a more comfortable position so we were both horizontal and he climbed atop of me, grinding his fast inflating cock into mine. We were evenly matched, size wise though my nuts were slightly larger perhaps on account of me not having jacked off for a couple of days but we continued to eat each others tongues and I caressed, stroked and pawed at his smooth but firm and muscular butt cheeks until he rolled us over and did the same to me. I felt quite guilty as my boyfriend was waiting at home but needs must. And my guilt was replaced by pure lust as I wanted to taste his cock which by now was oozing precum. So I motioned for him to move up and when his knobhead was level with my eager mouth, I savoured the taste of his bell end before taking the shaft in my mouth and cupping his swinging nuts in one hand. He moaned in approval and we stayed like that for a little while, him reaching back and wanking my own erection at the same time. I then moved under and took one of his balls in my mouth, stroking his shaft, and then sucked the second in my mouth and nuzzled them softly.

I gently let them out and nevşehir escort worked under his smooth little ball sack so my head was between his legs, slightly spread them, and licked his asshole which was directly above my probing tongue. He sat lower down so I could really give his sphincter a good licking, he tasted only of man sweat which drives me wild. And I pulled him down further so he was truly sat on my face as he continued to wank my throbbing meat. He stood up and moved off the bed, I had no idea what was happening, but he stood at the side of the bed and rolled me on to my stomach and then went to a suitcase which I assumed he used to transport his belongings in to and from college and his parents. He opened the outside pouch and reached inside, taking out a tube of lube. He came back to where I was laid and squeezed some direct onto my arse crack which I parted so he could get my opening. He put the lube on the bedside cabinet and kissed me, kneeling at the side of me so I lifted an arm and he looked at me quizzically until I licked the sweat from his moist pit. He seemed to like it and offered me the other which I sucked and cleaned dilligently.

He climbed on top of me and I now knew more than ever what I wanted and how full I hoped his balls were, spreading my legs further so his cock was in my lubed arsecrack and then I raised my hips slightly, pushing my own opening against the head of his cock. He cupped an arm around my stomach and slowly and carefully eased forward and I felt the warmth of his knob within my arse. I pushed back a little as he was only slightly in me and I didn’t want him slipping out. I held him there for a minute and squeezed my man muscle around his cock, then relaxed and had him enter me further, so that his own knob end was just beyond my prostate. He rocked slowly and the sensation was fantastic. I knew also that the sensitive tip of his cock would rub against my hardened man g-spot so we would both feel the benefit from this position.

“Turn me over” I said and he manoeuvred me carefully on to my back without withdrawing, so he could now thrust his hips and pound my arse whilst I clawed and caressed his pecs, pulling him in for some spitswapping. It drove him wild and I raised my legs higher, meaning he too had to rise up and remain in me as my cock was banging hard down my belly. I wanked it whilst he rode my arse and his breathing quickened. I knew full well what was coming, just not how much, and stopped wanking myself momentarily to wrap my hands around his arse so he couldn’t withdraw. He let out an almighty orgasmic yelp as I felt the first pump of his seed. I let go of his buttocks as he continued to fill my arse and returned to wanking myself, cumming almost immediately as I knew I would but had managed to get my head almost directly below the projection of my spunk so my open mouth caught most of it. I liked to put on a show but wasn’t expecting him to move in for a snowball. His own cock slid out of my arse, satisfyingly, as our tongues continued to fight over my juice. (It was an even split but there was enough to share.)

We kissed and held each other until our cocks were limp and every drop of my juice had been swallowed before finally rolling free of each other. Boy, he had a great body and were it not for the fact my boyfriend was waiting at home, I think we’d have had another fuck there and then. But hey, he was in town for another full week and a bit… and it wasn’t the last (or least) that I saw of him during that time!

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