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My name is Dave Burnell and I live in Portland, Oregon. This story is about my introduction to the greatest sex of my life. I was 24 and going to Portland State University, studying Engineering. I had a beautiful half-asian girlfriend with big ol’ titties named Catherine who I would fuck as often as I could and we often got into some kinky shit. But this story isn’t about her.

One summer, my friend Jonathan offered to let a few of my friends and I stay up at his cabin in a remote region of Upper Lake Cascade for a few weeks. Eventually, five of us decided to go: Jonathan, Carlos, Mark, Norm and I. We all had girlfriends but none of them came because their jobs didn’t give them the time off that our internships did. We were all interning at the same engineering firm and had just finished a big project, so we needed some R&R. We headed up to the cabin on a Thursday right after work to avoid the weekend traffic but that meant we got up to the cabin a little late. Jon’s family cabin was pretty big, with enough bedrooms for us plus one extra, so we each took a room and passed out for the night. The next morning, I got up pretty early and headed downstairs to make some breakfast. I had been up to Jon’s cabin a few times before and so I was surprised to see that just down the lake there was a new, massive mansion. I made some cereal and went out on the patio to eat. As I was eating, I looked at the mansion.

Jon’s cabin was pretty big with six bedrooms, but this place looked enormous. Probably closer to seven or eight bedrooms and lots of beautiful glass all over, it was nestled nicely in the trees and went pretty far back into them. It didn’t look like anyone was home at the time since the boats (yes, there were two of them) were tied to the buoy and there were still covers on them. The rest of that day was a great deal of fun as the boys and I went wakeboarding, waterskiing and tubing and barbequed our food. At night as we were sitting around the campfire drinking some beers, I asked Jon about the cabin.

“Yeah, that place was built this spring and done really fast. I am surprised that there are boats there since I haven’t seen anyone up here yet,” Jonathan said.

“It’s pretty big,” I said.

“I think they must have gone around some of the permits or something, since I haven’t seen a place that size anywhere on the lake. Also, I seem to remember that my parents bought this parcel of land from an old guy who was very reluctant to sell and he owned everything around here. So either those people are his family or they managed to convince him to sell another parcel.”

Just as we were talking, I noticed that a light came on in the big glass room of the mansion. We all turned to look and saw that a bunch of guys had just entered what we guessed was the living room. We weren’t able to judge much from this distance but it looked like we would be sharing this little bay with them tomorrow.

The next morning, as I was eating breakfast on the patio again, I noticed a couple of the guys from the mansion coming back from a run on the beach. And they were big. From the distance I saw them at, they looked like they were easily above 6’4 and 220 pounds and all muscle. They were both white guys but the guy who opened the door for them was not. He looked like one of the blackest guys I had ever seen. Later on, the guys and I had just gotten back to the dock on the boat from taking Carlos for his first successful waterski, when a boat left the other cabin’s dock and headed over to ours. As it came down from the plane, we noticed there were three guys in the boat, none of whom I recognized from earlier but they were all big, young guys like the others. The driver of the boat spoke first.

“Hey there, neighbors! I’m Don, I own the place over there, who are you guys?”

“I’m Jonathon, this is my parents’ place and these are my friends from work. We are just up here for a vacation for the next couple of weeks,” Jonathon looked a little taken aback by the fact that this guy, who looked younger than us, owned that mansion.

Don pulled the boat up and hopped off while one of his friends stepped off to tie it up. Interestingly, it didn’t seem strange at the time that this guy didn’t ask if it was ok to tie up. Don was about 6’2 and 220 pounds and totally ripped. In fact, all three of the guys were big and ripped. They were only wearing board shorts and I happened to notice that there was a sizeable lump in each of them. He stuck out his hand and shook with Jonathon and then went around introducing himself and his two friends. Their names were Matt and Juan. Matt looked like he was Italian and Juan was clearly part Mexican.

After introducing everyone Don said, “So, there are eight of us guys up here and we figured that since you are here and it’s the first time that we are meeting, we should have you over for lunch. Don’t worry about dressing up or anything,” he chuckled. “But if you guys are cool with that we will be making a bunch of steaks kütahya escort in twenty minutes or so, so come over and hang out.”

We all said that we would and they got back on their boat and motored away.

“Holy shit, those are some big guys,” observed Carlos. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Mexican that size.”

“Yeah man, and did you notice their shorts? I doubt those guys are stuffing, but if they aren’t, they are packing some serious heat,” commented Mark.

“Why are you talking about their dicks, you fags? Free steaks is all that matters to me,” said Norm.

The five of us walked over after putting away the equipment and changing out of our swim trunks. The weather was still gorgeous so we were still wearing just shorts and sandals. We arrived at the house via the beach so the first thing that we saw was the big patio that they had with the BBQ on it. No one was outside so we continued up to the big living room that was surrounded by glass. Don was there with Matt, Juan and some other guy and so he let us in.

“Welcome to my abode, this is Sean.” Easily the tallest guy I had seen so far, Sean was probably 6’9 and just like all the others, built like an Adonis. He was the only one not wearing shorts and his speedo looked like it had an anaconda in it. “Craig has gone to get the steaks, and he should be back soon. In the meantime, who wants a tour?”

“Uh, where is your washroom? I forgot to take a piss before we left,” asked Norm.

“Sure, Norm. It’s just down that hallway there on the left,” Don pointed.

“Thanks.”

“I’d love a tour, this place looks amazing, no offense, man,” I said to Jon.

“None taken, buddy,” replied Jon. “It is pretty amazing.”

“Well, whoever wants a tour, it starts now,” said Don.

In the end it was only Jon and I who took him up on his offer, the other two stayed in the living room with Matt, Juan and Sean. Like I said before, this place was huge and the tour showed us areas that you couldn’t see from the outside. There was a courtyard with a big pool that wasn’t being used, a whole whack load of bedrooms and bathrooms, two tennis courts out back, a fully loaded gym, a garage that looked like it could hold a fleet of cars (although we didn’t get to see what was in it) and even an observatory area on the roof with a couple of telescopes. Don took the two of us into the basement and opened a door into a home movie theatre that was being used to play video games. Jon has always been an avid gamer, so his jaw dropped immediately.

“This is the greatest thing I have ever seen,” he said.

Two massively muscular Asian guys were sitting in chairs near the front playing Halo on what must have been a wireless Xbox embedded into the screen or something. Jon ran down to them and asked if he could join in. They said sure and so after that it was just Don and I on his tour. After viewing most of the bedrooms (which were all bigger than any of ours at the other cabin), we arrived at a bedroom that left all the other ones to shame. The bed looked even bigger than a king size and was a beautiful four-poster made of something like ebony wood. The windows faced the courtyard with the pool, so they offered privacy without ruining the view of the surrounding mountains. There were also a couple of expensive-looking divans and a desk that looked like it was taken off of a ship from the 17th century. Off to the side was a door into what I assumed was the master bath as I heard some water running.

“And so finally, this is my room,” said Don. “You like it?”

“Hell yeah, this place is fit for a king. Who needs to go back to Portland when you can stay here as much as you want?”

“Wouldn’t be a vacation if you didn’t enjoy yourself, now would it? But hold on a second, there is one last thing to show you.” As he said this, he placed his hand on the small of my back and sent a shiver down my spine.

I had, up until this point, never thought of men as particularly attractive or sexy, but what Don was doing was getting my dick hard pretty fast. He guided me towards the master bathroom where I heard the water running and when I crossed the threshold, I knew why. Standing in what must have been the biggest steam shower I had ever seen was the big black guy that had opened the door for the runners in the morning, completely nude. 6’6 and built like Arnold in his prime, this guy was a feat of genetics. As I pored over his body, I noticed the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life. It must have been nine inches, flaccid and as dark as the bed frame in the other room. My mouth started watering just staring at it, something which at this point was not concerning me at all.

“This is Earl, and he is very excited to meet you. I think you feel the same way, don’t you, Dave?” Don whispered, just millimeters away from my ear. His hand still on my back, he guided me forward as Earl turned off the shower nozzles and opened the door. I was mesmerized manisa escort as this massive man got closer and closer to me.

“Hey there, little man. You like what you see,” Earl said, his deep baritone vibrating through the room and sending shivers right to my now rock hard cock. I reached up to touch his chest as soon as I got close enough and started playing my hands across his pecs, nipples and abs. As this was going on, I noticed that Don had undone my shorts and was pulling them off, releasing my hard 7 inch dick. It immediately sprung up to my stomach and was visibly dripping. “What you are doing feels nice, and I’m not complaining, but I think there is something else you want to be touching right now.”

He was right, and I knew it, but I was afraid to take that last step towards wherever this was going. Not be deterred by my slight reluctance, Don took one of my hands in his and put it on Earl’s big dick, which looked to have gotten even bigger. I had been totally straight up until this point in my life, and so the only dick I had ever had in my hand had been my own. But this was so much better than that. His thick tube of flesh didn’t just feel alive, it felt powerful. I knew now how they were doing this to me, someone who had only been attracted to women. If I had had a dick like his, I couldn’t settle for just fucking women. I would need to fuck everything and everyone just to feel normal. Not only that, but with a dick like this, I doubt anyone would deny me, even a dyed-in-the-wool lesbian.

Don was moving my hand in a slight jacking motion and I soon took my other hand off of Earl’s pecs and started a two-handed motion that soon had Earl moaning. I moved closer to his chest as I was doing this and he leaned down and started kissing me. Just like his cock, his kisses were powerful and dominating. I felt my cock get harder than it ever had before when Don grabbed it in his hands and gave it a quick few jerks. I had never been someone who came quickly, often requiring at least half an hour of continuous stimulation to orgasm, but those few jerks sent my cock spasming squirting come all the way up to my chin and onto Earl’s chest.

Earl kept making out with me as I came down from my post-orgasmic high and I noticed Don’s face was beside my ear again. “How are you enjoying your proper welcome to my house, Dave? Obviously you like it so far. Now, clean up the mess you made.”

As I was still coming down from my high, it took me a second to register what he meant but when I did, I was not disgusted at all. My dick actually got hard all over again thinking about licking my own come off of Earl’s chest. I gently pulled myself off of Earl’s face and started licking his chest, not caring if there was come on it or not. As I was doing this, Earl’s hands were on my head, ever so slightly coaxing me lower and lower. I finally got down to his waist where there wasn’t any come but there was a massive black tool waiting for my very well lubricated mouth. I was on my knees at this point and I saw Don sitting on the nearby toilet seat jerking his dick. Having almost as big a dick as Earl’s, I could see that Don had definitely not been stuffing his shorts when we saw him earlier. Since Earl was too high up to look at, I stared into Don’s eyes as I placed Earl’s dick on the tip of my tongue. While I had taught my girlfriends how to suck my cock many times, this was a whole other monster.

Earl’s dick had the thickness of a coke can so fitting it down my throat was going to be an issue. Instead, I limited myself to sucking and licking the tip and jerking the rest of his length. I was spitting all over his dick and licking the shaft to get it nice and lubricated for my hands to do the work. I seemed to be doing ok since he was moaning the whole time and Don was telling me what a good cocksucker I looked like. After an unknown amount of time, since I was lost in the moment, Earl reached down and lifted me up. I’m not exactly small at six feet and 180 pounds but Earl lifted me as if I was a grocery bag. He started making out with me again as he carried me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed. Not sure where this was going next or if I would like it (which was ridiculous considering everything up until now), I lay on the bed quite demurely as Earl climbed on and placed himself with his back on the headboard and his legs out, displaying that magnificent cock to full effect. Don entered from the bathroom with a bag of bottles and some other things, but I barely noticed since I was soon attacking Earl’s dick with my mouth again.

If you have ever been in the position I was in before, you know that it exposes your butt to the world. Very soon, I realized why they had put me in this position. While I was worshipping Earl’s dick, I noticed the bed move behind me and Don reach underneath me to grab hold of my dick. I moaned in pleasure as he started jacking my dick and then noticed his tongue on my asshole. I had mardin escort had girls rim me out before so this wasn’t a new experience but Don’s tongue was so much stronger than theirs and he used it like a dick, pushing it into my rosebud over and over again. Pretty soon he was licking my balls while he pushed a well-lubed finger into my butt. I noticed someone moaning and soon realized that it was me, doing so uncontrollably. As Don started opening up my ass with his fingers, I was enjoying the feeling of Earl’s massive cock in my mouth. At the beginning, I couldn’t even fit the whole tip in my mouth but as my senses were starting to consider what was going on with my ass, I was going deeper and deeper on Earl’s member. By the time Don had gotten four fingers into my ass at the same time, I was almost halfway down Earl’s 13 inch monster.

“Don is going to start feeding his dick into your ass now, little man,” Earl said while staring lustily into my eyes. “Don’t take your mouth off of my dick and focus on the sucking until you get used to it. I will probably come soon, so try and swallow it down and keep sucking. We are very good at this, so don’t worry about pain but if you feel any just bite down on my dick, I won’t mind. He needs to get you ready for my dick so if you tough it out, pretty soon I will be fucking your white ass and making you cum all over my chest again. If you don’t want this, just take your mouth off of my dick and you can go back to your cabin and never see us again. Otherwise, we will give you the greatest vacation of your life.”

I don’t think anyone in the world could have taken my mouth off of that cock. The pleasure I had already felt was so far beyond what I had had so far in my life that I couldn’t imagine passing up this opportunity. Earl saw the lust in my eyes and saw that I wasn’t going to move off of his cock and so he gestured to Don. I immediately felt something that was a lot bigger than a finger start pressing itself into my rosebud as Don violated my tightest hole. The sharp pain that I had expected never came. Instead, as Don’s dick started moving through my rectum I felt like he was massaging my inner being. Having never been fucked or had anything inside of me, this feeling was immensely pleasurable. I was so focused on the dick in my ass that I didn’t notice that I had completely deepthroated Earl’s dick to the root. Shocked at this, I started pulling it out and that is when Earl came. I had it about halfway out when the first shot came gushing out of his cock. I immediately knew that I would not be able to hold it all, but I did my best anyways, swallowing as quickly as I could. He must have come a full cup and it tasted delicious. I didn’t know if these guys just had naturally tasty come or if they were drinking pineapple juice all day, but I loved the flavor.

Earl must have signaled Don at this point, because he bottomed out in my ass, burying the entirety of his 12 inch cock. I had to take my mouth off of Earl’s cock to breathe, but when I did, I immediately said, “More. Give me more. Fuck me, Don,” to assuage any possibility that they might think I was giving up. Don followed my cue and started pistoning his cock in and out of my ass while I continued to lick and jack Earl’s still hard dick.

“Goddamn Earl, this ass is fantastic. We have fucked some tight dudes before, but this one may just take the cake. I feel like I am already going to come,” Don said as he continued forcibly fucking my butthole.

“If you taste as good as Earl, don’t waste it in my ass, I want to swallow it all,” I responded, shocked at the words that were coming out of my mouth.

Earl was the one who responded, “You learn quickly, little man. Give him what he wants, Don, and I will show him what it feels like to have a massive load pumped into his ass.”

A few seconds later Don upped his speed in my ass and then quickly pulled out and came around to my face, where I got the first up-close look and taste of his big dick. His dick wasn’t cut, like Earl’s but it was easily as beautiful. Only two dicks in and I was already hooked on these monsters. I quickly gobbled up his dick as he came, blasting another massive load into my mouth. Much like Earl, Don came a lot and I had a hard time swallowing. Also like Earl, his come was magnificent, equal parts creamy with a sweetness I had not expected. After Don’s cock seemed to have subsided a bit, he lay down beside Earl and started making out with him. While I shouldn’t have been surprised, I did feel a tiny bit of jealousy as up until this point I had assumed that Earl was mine. Quickly realizing that I wasn’t doing anything I started sucking both cocks at the same time. Since Don and Earl were so close together, it was easy enough for me to touch their cocks and lick them both at the same time and so that is what I did. A couple of minutes later as I was still enjoying worshipping two dicks at the same time, I looked up only to see both men were staring at me with grins on their faces.

“What,” I said, with two cocks in my fists.

“I think it is time that you and I get a bit better acquainted,” said Earl.

“How do you want me?”

“Come up here and impale yourself on my dick, little man. I want you to control how you are fucked at first.”

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“Yes! It is criminal what can happen to such a gentle boy. They took advantage of him,” Taj agreed with Mr. Hamad and rubbed a hand over my head between bites of his steak like I was his little brother. He was joining us for dinner and basking in the approval of his show’s benefactor, the wealthy businessman of Satra. Taj was being his protective self, but also playing it up to agree with the man he someday hoped to work for. His reality show was a business one where the top prize was an internship at Mr. Hamad’s company.

“And his father! I have never been so disappointed. Don’t worry though, Kasper. You are with us now. We will look after you like our own children. You are safe here,” Mr. Hamad assured as he put a hand to my cheek and looked at me with pity.

He’d spoken with my parents and explained my dilemma of how the show I was on used me to promote their porn site without my knowledge or consent. Dad quickly blew up and told Mr. Hamad that I was the family embarrassment. Mom immediately worried about what her friends and church group would think.

Just as I predicted, Mr. Hamad’s assurances that I had been duped by the show fell on deaf ears with my parents. They assumed it was entirely my fault. They didn’t even want to speak with me. I had worn them out with my antics. They thanked Mr. Hamad for siccing his legal team on the website to have me removed, but offered no sympathy or even asked how I was. They knew I was alive and being taken care of by an obviously well off Arab man. He had made it clear that I was in no danger and would be looked after.

“Of course he ended up naked on that site! He willingly went on a reality show that celebrates loose morals! Kasper always gets himself into stupid situations. He always makes the worst possible choices. He’s exhausted us. I’m done with him, maybe you can sort him out!” I’d heard my dad yell through the video chat. Mr. Hamad tried to reason with him, explain the situation, but it was to no avail. They expected me to fail, to bring shame on our family. It’s what I did.

Amir held a protective arm around me as we listened. He was shocked that neither of my parents came to my defense and my mom just worried about herself. He kept rubbing my chest and kissing my cheek. I wasn’t surprised at all. I knew they’d blow up like that. They’d cool off eventually and act as though we were a happy family.

When Mr. Hamad hung up with them he just came out and shook his head in confused anger. He had assumed he could win my dad over. He moved towards me and pulled me away from Amir and into his embrace. I felt the pity through his protective hold.

“What kind of father!?” He asked himself with outrage. “To cast off his own son! No wonder you ended up in this!” He exclaimed as he kissed the top of my head and rubbed my shoulder. “Don’t you worry, Kasper. We will take care of you. You need a strong parent to guide you through this. You have a home with us,” he assured.

Taj had come after that. He’d brought my bag with all of my things. He hugged me as Mr. Hamad filled him in on the situation in Arabic. Taj was eager to prove his place there. He echoed Mr. Hamad’s diatribe about how I was a wayward boy who never stood a chance without the proper fatherly direction. They described me like an orphan puppy. Taj agreed that I needed a strong hand; a family and tribe to belong to.

“You have tried to take care of him, look out for him,” Mr. Hamad said. “It is obvious you come from a good family to always look out for the weaker boys. I knew on the show that you were of good character.”

“Oh yes! I know right away the first evening… Kasper was good and darling boy. He looks so scared and tired when he shows up to my room. I give the bed above my own and quieted the room for his sleep,” Taj said as though he had slain a dragon for me.

We settled in around the large dining table in the center of their suite. Taj sat next to Mr. Hamad and I was between him and Amir. Ali was by Amir and Emerson was at Mr. Hamad’s side looking deceptively quiet. It was obvious to anyone who observed him closely that he held not only Mr. Hamad’s heart but also his ear. The patriarch was fiercely protective of his husband, always checking to see if he was happy and cared for, but also considered him an advisor. He always moved his hands to sign translations of what was being said and looked for Emerson’s response.

The twins were the same. Especially Ali, who always looked detached and bored with my situation, kept a protective proximity to Emerson. He was affectionate with his dad, putting his arm across the back of Emerson’s chair and laying his head against his shoulder. They loved their fathers, but especially the deaf one. He was the focus of their attention, their protection. Mr. Hamad seemed to prefer it that way. They really were a sweet family.

Taj quickly adjusted to the situation. He didn’t even flinch when he saw Mr. Hamad kiss his husband. The lure of success and his comfort with embracing kuşadası escort new experiences had him at ease with the Hamad family. He was here to broaden his world and I was happy to help him.

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Bedtime was another story. Mr. Hamad seemed to think I needed to be tucked in early, even before Taj had left. He insisted I’d had a long and exciting day and needed my rest. He gave me and Amir five minutes alone on the patio before he would send me off. Amir led me out and closed the sliding glass behind us. He led me around to a quiet area away from the windows and pulled me in for a kiss.

“I’m so sorry about your dad,” he said though he wore the dopey smile of our mutual attraction.

“It’s ok. He’ll cool off. He gets all ragey and then he settles down. He’ll call us back in a day or two. He’s really not that bad. I put them through a lot. They need a break from me,” I offered and tried to kiss him again, but he moved his head to the side and held me against his chest. He was more interested in talking.

“Father will fix this! Don’t you worry about anything. There’s no way they’ll get away with what they did to you. He’ll make them pay for it,” Amir assured as anger rose in his voice and his smile thinned out into a hard line.

“It’s ok. I’m sure Michael just got caught up with making the show a success. It’s been his dream. He probably just got into the porn stuff by mistake. He’s been a good friend to me. I’m sure he will explain it.” I shrugged. I was losing my anger the more I got lost in the Hamad’s world. I also couldn’t be upset about anything when Amir was holding me like this. I’d never had a family rally around to support me like this.

I smelled the cologne on his neck that made my dick hard. His strong arms around me, our chests pressed together, our bulges tenting as our hard shafts pressed against each other in our strained pants. Nothing could upset me. I rubbed my lips against his neck, licked a little at his salty skin.

“Aren’t you upset, Kasper? They wronged you. They put you on display as a sex toy for older men. I got so angry thinking of strangers arousing themselves to your body… Why do you make excuses for Michael? For your father? For people who are so mean to you?” Amir asked and pulled back from me. He stepped away and threw his hands up. I stumbled when I lost his support. I didn’t realize how precariously I was balanced against his hold. I fell against his chest and knocked him back into the wall. I’m a klutz.

Amir lost his anger and laughed as he caught me. He pulled me up and held me against him again. He shook his head as if casting off his outrage. I thought about his words. Maybe I was numb from shock or tired from too much going on that day. I had no words.

“Kasper!” Amir shook his head with an exasperated grin. He kissed my cheek.

“It is time,” Mr. Hamad called from the sliding door as he opened it. Amir sighed and turned towards his father. As much as we wanted to stay there, he could never go against his father’s demand for more than a few seconds. He led me back inside with an arm around my shoulders.

I hugged Taj goodnight and went to the master suite to take a shower and brush my teeth. Emerson followed me. He pointed towards a gold paper shopping bag with the twisted paper handles tied with a gold ribbon bow. He helped me untie it and pulled out a packaged toothbrush and a pair of pajamas. He must have ordered them from the hotel before dinner.

The pajamas were a matching pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. Both were dark blue with light blue bunnies hopping all over the flannel fabric. He held them up with a smile and inquisitive eyes as if to ask if I liked them. I nodded yes even though they looks like something a kid would wear. I pressed my hands together as if to say thank you.

He laughed at my attempt. He made a sign with one hand putting it to his mouth and then extending it down in front of him to show me the way to say thank you. He was a handsome man, older but in incredible shape. He was about my height with well-defined muscles and a flawless complexion. His tight t-shirt showed a nice ripple of ab muscles with little signs of aging.

I wanted to say so much to him, to thank him for everything. I just kept repeating the motion he showed me as he beamed. He pulled out a fresh pair of blue briefs that would fit me. He handed me a towel from under the sink and then turned to leave.

I got undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was still fluffed from embracing Amir. My frame looked lanky and pale compared to the men around here. I’d have to start working out more to fit in with the Hamads.

The bathroom was a stark contrast to the communal ones back in the dorms. Everything was state of the art steel and stone. The counters were this rugged slate like they’d been sliced off the side of a mountain and hollowed out with two sinks. The shower was like a walk kocaeli escort in cave with walls made of marble and glass tiles in an alternating checkerboard pattern. There were no knobs to be seen or even a drain or spout. I looked around on the wall to see if maybe one of the switches turned it on, but all I got was meditation music and flickering lights.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and peeked my head outside the bathroom door into their bedroom. Mr. Hamad was on the other side of the room with his arms wrapped around Emerson from behind. They were looking out the window silently.

“Um, I need help with the… um… how does this work?” I asked. Mr. Hamad turned to look at me. His eyebrow raised in surprise as he saw me naked except for the towel. Emerson turned next and then gave me a look of alarm. They both started towards me, but Emerson stopped Mr. Hamad. He pushed his husband back gently and signed something as he came towards me.

I made a sign holding one hand above my head and flicking my fingers towards my face to imitate a shower as my other hand clutched the towel around me. His alarm softened into a laugh when he realized what I needed. He nodded and followed me back into the bathroom.

He closed the door behind us and waved me towards the shower. I got in and he extended his hand to take my towel. He gave me a look of impatient demanding when I didn’t immediately give it to him. He didn’t see my nudity as an issue. I most definitely wasn’t his type. I let one side of the towel fall and handed it to him. He didn’t even look down to check out my cock. He saw me as a kid who needed a parent. I was safe with him.

He hung the towel on a small hook and then leaned into the shower and pushed one of the glass tiles. A rainstorm appeared over my head as drops of warm water started to fall on me. He pushed on another tile and it flipped out to show an assortment of bath products all in neat little glass cylinders. He pointed at one and then rubbed my wet hair. He pointed to another and rubbed my shoulder and then another and rubbed my cheek. He held up a hand to make the “OK” sign with his eyebrows furrowed in inquisition. I smiled, nodded, and repeated the “thank you” sign. Emerson nodded, turned away, and left me alone.

I wasn’t sure how to turn the shower off when I finished, but as soon as I touched the tile Emerson had used, I could see a little slide panel glowing inside it. I slid it all the way down and the rain slowed to a trickle.

I brushed my teeth and then put on my new pajamas. I went out to find that a small twin bed had been set up along the wall opposite their oversized king bed. The bed for me had been made up with a thick down comforter and pillow. There was a white sleeping mask on top of the pillow and the room lights had been dimmed. I heard the four of them in the living area. Three of them were talking in their language and I guessed from the brief pauses that they were signing with Emerson.

I poked my head out from the bedroom and their conversation stopped as four sets of eyes looked towards me. I offered a smile and walked out.

“Do you need something, Kasper?” Mr. Hamad asked.

“No sir, just not tired yet. I heard everyone talking,” I said. I looked over at Amir who seemed pleased to see me in pajamas. He curled his lips up into a smile and winked at me. I looked back at him, but then felt his parents’ disapproving eyes on me. I turned to see that they were not exactly welcoming of me intruding on their family time.

“Come, it is time for bed. I will help you sleep. You’ve had a long day. We will be quiet.” Mr. Hamad rose and came towards me. He put his hand on my shoulder and guided me back towards the bedroom.

He pulled back the comforter on the little bed and I got in. He pulled the comforter over me and sat down on the bed. It reminded me of when I was little and my dad would put me to bed. He looked down at me with an adoring smile and pushed back my hair with his right hand. His other hand, warm and strong, squeezed my shoulder gently and then slid under the back of my neck. He massaged it firmly. He was good at this. My body relaxed under his touch.

“Goodnight, little one. The bed is ok? You are warm enough?” he asked as his thumb rubbed over my cheek.

“Mmmhmm,” I affirmed and nodded with a yawned “Thank you.”

“Here, this will help you sleep,” he said and picked up the sleep mask. He put it over my head and adjusted it to cover my eyes. I felt his hand rest on my cheek as he watched me lay back against the pillow.

“You can sleep in tomorrow. You won’t go back to the set until things are settled with the producers… That is if you wish to return. It may be better for you to just stay with us and we can discuss your future. But that is not bedtime conversation. All you need to know is you are safe here with nothing to worry about,” Mr. Hamad said. I felt his hand slide down to my chest. It rested just over my heart. konya escort

“Thank you, sir,” I yawned again. Something about the deep Arab tones of his voice, his soothing touch, lulled me into a sleepy state.

“I know Amir is fond of you, and we are fond of you as well. I’m sorry your father was disappointing today. We aren’t always perfect, but I’m sure he loves you. You have a family with us for as long as you wish it,” Mr. Hamad slowed his speech and spoke softly as though knowing he was helping me sleep. I felt his breath on my face as he leaned down and then his lips kissed my forehead.

“Yes, thanks,” I yawned again as he rubbed his hand in slow circles over my chest.

“Good night, sweet one,” his voice whispered against my ears as I slipped away into dreamland.

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I woke up to a nearly pitch-dark room with just a thin sliver of morning sun coming in through a part in the heavy drapes. My eyes had been covered all night so they were able to see in the low light. I sat up and looked across the room to see the two Mr. Hamads curled up together on one side of the big bed. They had the comforter pulled midway up their bare chests with Emerson’s head nuzzled into the side of Mr. Hamad’s neck. They rose and fell in synchronized breathing.

I guessed that the light rumble of snoring was coming from the older, stronger one as he held onto his smaller husband with a protective arm. They looked beautiful wrapped up together. I wanted to sleep like that with Amir. I thought about the few times I’d gone into my parents’ bedroom while they slept. They were always on their own sides of the bed with their backs turned. I’d never seen them be very affectionate with or supportive of each other. This was a very different scene. They were inseparable, soulmates.

I got out of bed quietly and went to pee without turning on a light. I tried to flush quietly, but those things can’t be controlled. I washed my hands and went back out to find they were still asleep. Mr. Hamad had strong, dark pec muscles covered in black hair with small brown nipples. I couldn’t help but wonder if Amir would look that good at his age. I thought about it for a few minutes, but decided it was best to leave them to their privacy. I headed out to the living room.

The suite was quiet. I saw the door to Amir and Ali’s room was slightly ajar. I wanted to go crawl into bed with him, but it might get us in trouble. I needed to be good here. I paced quietly back and forth for a few minutes before edging closer to the twins’ door. I didn’t know which bed was Amir’s, but I could probably tell them apart with a simple look.

I pushed the door with one finger and it glided open silently. I tiptoed into the room and heard a peaceful snoring come in turn from each bed. I wondered if that was something they got from their father. I’d been told I was a quiet sleeper. My brothers were never bothered with sharing a room with me. Their beds were a few feet apart and separated by a small table with a glass lamp. I crept between the beds and saw them facing each other.

I recognized Amir immediately. He slept chest down with his face turned to the side against the pillow. Ali was on his back and in the bed closest to the doorway. He was sprawled out with his hands raised behind him like he was being held up.

Amir hugged the pillow and had his lips pushed out in a pout as though awaiting a kiss. I crept around to the other side of the bed to not disturb Ali. I pulled back the comforter and slid in behind him. His body was warm and I could feel his skin was bare except for a small pair of briefs. I sidled up behind him and wrapped my arms around his chest. His hands moved to hold mine.

“Kasper?” He whispered as his body groaned a wake-up noise.

“Yep,” I whispered back with a laugh. I slid a hand down to feel his raging morning wood. I wondered why Emerson had gotten me pajamas that covered me head to feet when the twins slept almost naked. Maybe he knew they ran warm and assumed I didn’t.

“You better go back, we’ll get in trouble,” Amir said quietly as he turned to face me. He pressed his crotch against mine as he slid his arms around me and pressed his forehead to mine. We stared into each other’s’ eyes for a few minutes and tasted each other’s morning breath. Neither of us minded it. I felt this pull to him like I’d never felt with anyone before.

He insisted on holding me whenever we were together as if I might slip away if he didn’t pin me down. The way he looked at me, held me, made all thoughts of Taj or any other guy for whom I’d ever held a boner fade away. There was only us.

We heard a noise from the other room that snapped us back to reality. It was only the air conditioner kicking on, but it roused us out of our shared world and brought us home to the very present danger of being found. I didn’t want to get him in trouble, ruin what was budding between me and his family.

“Go… please,” Amir whispered though he didn’t retract his embrace. He held me like his body was fighting with his will.

“Right,” I whispered back and put a hand to his chest to push him away. I took a deep breath and slid out of his arms, his bed. The cold air of the room hit me with a chill as I tiptoed towards the door.

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When Ross asks me to take my jeans down I am always glad to oblige, because I know all the nice things he would do with me. But when this other guy turned up on the scene I was apprehensive t say the least.

For months Ross and I had been perfect for each other and he lavished me with the liquorice all sorts of sexual exploration.

He was forever exciting and thrilling to be with. And I never knew what was coming next when we ventured into the deep lusting of enjoying each other to the limits.

He was always fresh with ideas and had that certain quality of making me feel special and wanted, and I was glad to be anything he wanted me to be.

Nothing was too bizarre.

That first time he asked me to remove my jeans, when he took me to his caravan home after wining and dining me, I surprised myself by submitting to his request spontaneously, like I expected it. It is not like I was naïve as to why Ross wanted me to go home with him. I was quite aware of his motive and, with a couple of bevies inside me, I guess I wanted what he had to offer.

He’d warmed me up nicely the car earlier by showing me lavishing me with sweet talk and then showing me his cock and letting me feel it. And that wasn’t all, I sucked it too but then a police car came by so it was a quick zip up and on our way.

“That was lovely Alex, but soon we can have some real fun in private.”

I remember being all excited about that and, still with the taste of him on my lips I realised everything about him was a turn on for me, his smell, his taste and that certain chemical attraction people who want to be with each other, know about.

He did let me carry on feeling him as we drove to his place and I adored the way it sort of jerked beneath his trousers when I gently squeezed. It felt divine and so flexible and I was thinking it would fit wonderfully inside me.

“You like your cock I can tell” Ross grunted, moving his seating position a little to give me a fuller access, nudging to the edge of his seat so I could feel his ample balls too.

“What makes you think that?” I teased.

“You tease me like that and you are really in for it later, you know that?”

“I hope so!” I replied giving his erection a double squeeze.

“I could take you now in the back seat no messing, I’d give your ass a real length.”

“So?” I said really squeezing now.

He looked thoughtful, slowed down like he was going to pull-in somewhere. I realised I had made him frantic and felt rather wicked about it.

But truth is; having tasted the goods I wanted more. He moaned that there was nowhere he could pull in and the road was too busy anyway, so could I wank him off because it was so bad.

“Sorry” I said blaming myself.

“You will be later Alex I promise.”

“Will it be okay to do this when you are driving>”

“I don’t care whether it will or not, I can’t do without right now, look the fucking thing is throbbing like hell.”

“I can see that” I replied and leant my head down to take him full throttle.

It was really nice throbbing in my mouth. It was something more when, occasionally, we drove over bump in the road, when the whole girth slipped into my throat. I was imagining just how great that would feel wedged kahramanmaraş escort deep up my ass. I gently wanked him by the girth of his thick cock, stretching it backwards to taste and smell the glans which felt very nice and soothing as I slowly sucked, manoeuvring my tongue around and around the ridge and tasting his p-hole.

“You’d better have a tissue ready” he yelled wavering with the steering wheel slightly which was a little worrying.

I’d sucked him off a few times and he always came in plenty, so I took his prompting and pulled out a tissue ready for collection as soon as he shot his load.

There was something extra thrilling and exciting sucking him off whilst the car was swaying and Ross was obviously having difficulty in concentrating on the driving.

Me? I was concentrating with the job in hand and thought I’d better speed it up a bit else we’d both finish up in a ditch or something, and as it was, other motorists were horning us, no doubt because of Ross’s atrocious driving. If only they knew why.

I sensed it was almost there. That silence in his breathing.

“Pull over just while I finish you then you can really enjoy?” I said and he did, Just in time because with a grunt and a yell he was there, spurting out like a volcano and me with tissue in hand, a little bit of him on my tongue though which was nice..

I simply loved to please him and every time I orally got him off it got better. But I had never done it like this before, with the car in motion.

I had a terrible nightmare about us being flung out of the car when crashing and there we both were, laid out on the grass verge quite dead, but still with the remnants of a well pleased cock in my mouth.

It was certainly dangerous but I wanted to please Ross to the full and he’d make it all the better for me when he got me home.

He liked me to wear tight braces to hold my jeans up. So tight; they were almost splitting me in half. But Ross said how the braces complimented my curves and made me doubly fuckable.

I felt like a trussed chicken at times but if that is how he wanted me, that is how he would have me and now, when he was asking me to take my jeans down, I slowly unhooked the braces to create sensuality and it was lovely to perform for him as he sat there, on the edge of the bed, devouring me with his eyes..

“Show me that ass” he ordered as I slipped my jeans over my feet and stood there wearing just my very tight red thong which was having some difficulty in hiding the bulge beneath,

I was already half mast, excited by the motions of performing, I twisted around provocatively and displayed my full ass for his pleasure.

“Superb Alex, now bend it, stretch it, give me the full works huh?”

That was easy to do..

I leant over , my legs slightly apart and perked it out for him. The sounds of his pleasure was sufficient to make me do more so I placed my hands each side and stretched my buttocks wide apart so that he could do what I knew he wanted to do. And then he pushed his nose right into my crevice and started to sniff me there, his fingers doing the stuff, rimming and sucking me up with his spit and tongue.

I loved the way Ross prepared me for the kastamonu escort ultimate – the feeing of having one’s ass sucked and explored in such a way was absolutely enthralling and I could never have enough of that.

“Have you been eating strawberries and cream lately Alex? He laughed taking a breather .

“How did you know?”

“I can taste in your ass, Gorgeous. Just change your position for me , lay on your back on the edge of the bed so I can enjoy you from the front.”

He removed the soiled thong he’d worked his mouth and tongue around when he sucked me and now I was completely naked. He took full advantage of that, stretching me right back, grasping me legs under the knees and pushing back enough to get a new position for his explorations, and I was treated to a good half hour or rapturous sucking, licking and all that goes with that. He slapped me too, just a little but enough to make me tingle which was really nice.

I simply chilled and enjoyed it, knowing just how much he was and looked forward to his imminent fuck which I knew would be all the more beautiful after his heavy petting.

He was always so generous and made sure everything he did was well accepted. He would try exciting and different things fucking me. I had a special pair of really skin tight fitting jeans for when he wanted to fuck me in them, through a hole sewn in the back seam.

That was nice too, after a little spanking over his knee. I simply wanted to be all ass for him and nothing was too extreme.

When he cock sucked me it was always in the shower and it was divine. He’d moisten his fingers with the resulting cream and moistened my asshole ready for his pleasure, and it was always special to have his fuck that way, me clambered around his waist as he easily penetrated me, with the shower full on.

He’d turn the temperature dial to make it run cold and that was really an experience being fucked like that,

It was nice that way too because he could always get a full penetration and I felt the stiffness of his seven inch erection deep up inside as he beveled and rolled me against the tiles to get the best out of me each way..

But having had Ross all to myself for nigh on six months, I guess I should have been grateful. So when he suggested a friend come along, to bring something new and different into our sex life I sort of felt obliged to accept, but hoping in my heart of hearts he would be compatible to me. That was important to me, I could never be with any old Tom ,Dick and Harry. So that is why a sigh of relief came when Richard turned up with a huge smile and a wonderful sense of humour which made him instantly attractive to me. That slim brawn stance of his was a sight for sore eyes. And yes, I could go with that.

If it would please Ross then it would please me I feel sure and I looked forward to the new deviations if our sexual activities.

Now I was removing my jeans for two guys to eyeball me but betters till a had two pairs of balls to play with.” Come nearer so Richard can have a sniff” Ross asked. I did all the things Ross liked me to do and he muttered something like: “I told you so!” when I twisted around to give them a good showing or my rear.

The kayseri escort two guys indulged in very naughty conversation about how they wanted and what they wanted to do with me I realised my time would be well taken up in the next hour or two.

Soon I was encumbered with the new sensation of being with two guys at the same time, it felt like a double whammy when they both enjoyed oral of me underneath, one concentrated on cock and the other my hole, but it was divine it really was and I knew then I could well get used to this.

It was nice being fucked, each one in turn and sucking the other simultaneously,

Cock in mouth and cock in ass was sort of fitting in a way, it made for the right blend of fucking and tasting and a perfect bonding, each cock being different but divine. Each with a slightly different nectar and scene but similarly pungent and earthy Richard had a circumcised cock which was different but it was nice to feel and suck and he had a wonderful Hefty pair of full balls which I loved to explore and play with, and he equally enjoyed the balling and sucking.

It was delightful too feeling the different ways they liked to fuck me. Ross was always right in there with lots of hefty thrusting, grasping my ass tight for deep and sustained fucking,

But Richard liked to plunge it in and out of my hole which was exciting. Funny too; when sometimes he missed but all that made it feel beautiful and I soon grew adapted to his fuck.

What I really loved about Richard is his ability to pause while inside and hold it there for a few moments, enabling us both to feel the beat of the throb of that gorgeous thick cock pulsing inside me.

Richard was so very happy with me and hoped we could make this regular; He sniffed me up again after we had all cum so strong. He asked me to actually sit on his face so he could get real deep sniff. Needless to say Ross got the idea too, it was like they were competitive in a way and I was the happy benefactor.

It was nice. It was gratifying and I got to love them both in a different way.

Just recently Richard asked if, just for a change, we could do a twosome. Ross agreed provided I would tell him of any new tricks.

He was so considerate with Richard. Then I found out why. They were school friends and Richard had saved his life when he nearly drowned, having been pushed into a lake by the school bully.

Sometimes he’d fuck me differently to when he shared me with Ross which was nice too. He asked me to dress in woman’s gear which was something I had not done before.

Result was; it was stimulating and very exciting and thrilling, donning black hold up stockings and the like, and he reckoned I had a figure to match a model girl.

I believe that he liked to think of me as girl when he sniffed beneath my skirt and pretended my anus was a quinny. Each to his own and I was happy to oblige.

The only thing that concerned me was I could not imagine doing that with Ross. But of course I vowed to tell him all we did when we were alone together, Richard and I, but I needn’t have been concerned. He said it was not his thing. He also said. That his friend was bisexual and that figured in our lovemaking, when sometimes, in the midst of a deep fucking he would call me Louise!

But both the lads agreed when we tried a new direction. And I was glad because it was simply lovely to feel each guy plastered me with rum truffle and slowly, so slowly licked it off which resulti9ng in the most gratifying deep fucking from each of them..

And so this wonderful story goes on …

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This is a story concerning gay males, classified within the Gay Male section. If you don’t like or might even be offended by reading stories involving male homosexual activity, you should not read this story.

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Jonathan and James had been good friends for quite a long time. Really, just about as long as they could remember.

They were both now 21 but they could remember when they first met. It had been in Miss Johnson’s third grade class. Turned out that they actually didn’t live that far away from each other, but apparently had never before crossed each other’s paths. Up until that time they had pretty much stayed within their own neighborhood. Johnny played with kids in Meadowbrook Park, Timmy with kids in Montclair Park. But, there was really only a few blocks separating their homes. In fact, John passed the street on which Tim lived (Elm Street) everyday on the way to school. A few blocks for young kids within a large suburban area though can be quite a barrier. Until, at least, they met within Miss Johnson’s class.

They instantly took a liking to each other. They were really unsure why. For whatever the reason, they became good friends; no, the closest of friends.

They suffered all of their childhood toils and traumas together: having to deal with Miss Emerson’s ridiculously strict discipline in the fourth grade; Coach Robinson’s humiliation of Timmy’s inadequate athletic skills in the fifth; having to stay after in Mr. Edwards’ class in the sixth for unruly misbehavior. There were also good times: sharing their first cigarettes in the seventh grade; sneaking out at night to crawl under the fence at the drive in movie; skinny dipping at night in Higgins Lake; and sharing their first taste of beer stolen from Mr. Peterson’s garage. They were hardly ever without each other. Whenever either one of them was planning on doing something, he was planning on doing it with the other. Johnny even joined Timmy’s family on some of their family vacations (Johnny’s father had died when he was young, and his mother simply couldn’t afford nice vacations).

But, they slowly drifted apart in high school. It was never really clear why. Although, in hindsight, it should have been clear. All of the guys were beginning to talk about girls, about dating, about how far they were going to go, about how much they were getting.

Johnny never joined in these discussions. The boys just figured he was shy. In fact, Johnny never even seemed to try to get a girl. None of them knew of him even going out on a date.

Timmy did go on dates, and did have some success. He then traded stories with the other guys. His exploits were never particularly impressive. In fact, the other guys generally found them to be a bit pathetic. They felt they were growing up, becoming men. Timmy just seemed to stay like a kid, apparently satisfied with just holding hands, stealing a kiss, or, at best, a quick feel. To them, Timmy seemed to be a bit wimpy. They recalled how he had been equally pathetic in Coach Robinson’s gym class.

But, at least he was no Johnny. To the guys, Johnny turned out to be a tremendous disappointment. He was a big, athletic, handsome guy. He had been the star of the junior high baseball and basketball teams. He could probably get any girl he wanted. However, in high school he kept largely to himself. He just seemed to drift away, go off on his own. Nobody really understood why.

Timmy tried to keep him with the crowd, which was ironic, as originally Johnny had been Timmy’s meal ticket. The other guys had tolerated Timmy’s meekness largely because he could produce Johnny. If you invited Timmy to a party, Johnny would come. If Johnny came, the girls would want to come.

But, Johnny seemed to become uncomfortable even around Timmy, and Timmy could not understand why. In hindsight, he supposed that he could have simply just asked what was bothering him, but such open talk about feelings and relationships, was something none of the guys did. Guys spoke with their actions, not with their words, and Johnny’s actions seemed to be clear. So, Timmy eventually accepted Johnny’s departure. He missed him, but he respected his apparent decision.

Johnny eventually dropped off of the baseball and basketball teams. Without these sources for respect and esteem, he was soon ostracized. Even if he wanted to rejoin the crowd, it was unlikely that he would be accepted. As the guys saw it, the teams had needed him but he just selfishly quit. They might have won the regional championship; no, they would have won the regional championship if Johnny was still on the team. Why should anyone help him now?

However, when guys eventually started to make fun of him, for being some sort of a loner loser, Timmy would still defend him, although not being able himself to offer any reasonable explanation for his odd behavior and poor, selfish decisions. Timmy would remember their many years together, their closeness throughout their childhood. That had to mean hatay escort something, even if it apparently meant nothing to Johnny.

By the time Timmy graduated from high school, Johnny though had become only a memory. Timmy rarely noticed him, or even saw him.

Not until, however, they were, once again, enrolled in the same class; this time at Templeton College. By now they were young men; 21 years old. They had left the petty cliques of their childhood behind. They were starting their new, adult lives.

John nodded at Tim when he entered the class, acknowledging simply that they knew each other, suggesting nothing else. Tim, however, kept thinking about him throughout the first session. He in fact missed much of the professor’s outline of the syllabus.

When class was over John took off, heading away once again. But, this time, Tim would not let him just walk off. He caught up to him, although it wasn’t easy, as John was walking like he wanted to get away.

“John, hey, wait, hold up.”

John stopped, turned, and waited for Tim, his facing revealing no expression.

Tim caught up to him. “Hey man, so you’re taking Miss Harding’s Human Anatomy 503 class.”

“Yea, that’s right.”

“Wow, she’s some stuff, isn’t she.”

“Yea, I imagine she’s good looking.”

Tim sighed, at least to himself. Johnny doesn’t seem to have changed. That was such an odd way to put it. Tim wondered if he had some sort of mental disorder, like schizoid or something. He had read about that sort of thing in his introductory psychology class. Well, if so, it wasn’t his fault. Johnny had been his best friend. He should work through this with him.

“Hey, no fooling.” Tim changed the subject. “Look man, you know, it’s been a long time. We should catch up on things.”

“Yea, I suppose.”

“No, I’m serious, Johnny. C’mon, let’s go get some coffee.”

John could tell he wasn’t going to be able to shake him off, and he certainly couldn’t avoid him all semester. They were in the same class. He thought perhaps that he could drop the course, enroll in something else. But, Tim was right. They used to be real good friends. That deserved at least a cup of coffee. “Alright, sure, I’m game.”

“Cool!” Tim replied. He was relieved. They went to the campus coffee shop in the student center.

They shared a private table, and caught up. It was a good talk. No, it was a very good talk. It didn’t resolve anything. Tim didn’t ask the more pointed questions. He didn’t want to pressure Johnny. He just wanted to have a nice conversation again, one without any pressures or issues. And they did. It was very nice. For at least awhile, they felt once again like old friends.

It had always been easy for them to talk to each other. They could talk about anything when they were growing up: their classes, their parents, movies, shows, sports, their plans, their wishes, their lives, their fears, the stars, the end of their lives. But, it all just seemed to end at some point, and yet now their easy rapport had returned. Perhaps it was because they were no longer in high school, no longer around their peers who seemed to pressure them to act one way or the other. Perhaps it was just because time had passed. The explanation though didn’t really matter. It was just good that things were apparently, at least possibly, back to normal.

They even shared past memories. It was always interesting to share memories with old friends. It was amazing how your friend could have such a different memory of precisely the same thing. Tim recalled how they snuck into the Johnson’s backyard to swim in their pool while the family was out of town, on vacation. If their own parents had found out they would have gotten into big trouble. Both of them remembered how they climbed over the backyard fence, removed their jeans and t-shirts (they were wearing swimming trunks underneath), and dove head first into the deep end. The water was really, really cold. Each of them pretended that he didn’t care, but they didn’t stay in long. Tim, however, had forgotten that his wallet had fallen out of his pants when he was taking them out. John had spotted it when they were just about over the fence. “Wow,” Tim said. “That’s right. I forgot all about that.”

Another memory was a big fight John had with Billie Rogers. According to John’s memory, it was over a bad call during a baseball game. According to Tim, it was over a perceived insult. It wasn’t like it was a significant difference, but it did seem odd to them that they were both certain about how each had remembered it. In any case, it did in fact lead to a pretty nasty fight. Both, however, did remember that John won the fight and Billie went running home to cry to his mother.

They shared lots of memories. Before they knew it, hours had passed. They decided to take their conversation to a neighborhood pub, where they switched from coffee to burgers and beers.

Tim found it particularly nice to be sharing ığdır escort beers with John. It helped the both of them to relax, and it stirred up additional memories: the first time they got drunk was with each other. John recalled how Tim once threw up outside the window of his car. Thank goodness he had at least gotten the window down. Tim had virtually no memory of that, but, then again, he didn’t have much of a memory for that evening even the very next day.

They even began to recall some of their favorite jokes of childhood. These Tim had a better memory for. The only funny thing about them now was how unfunny they now were. Like the one about the man walking down the street who noticed a small boy trying to reach the doorbell of a house. Even when he jumped up, he couldn’t quite reach it. The man decided to help the boy. He walked up to the porch and pushed the doorbell. He looked down at him, smiled and asked, “What now?” The boy said, “Now we run!”

Yes, it wasn’t actually particularly funny. But, when they were kids it seemed hysterically funny. Actually, some of the jokes were so stupid that it was funny realizing how it made no sense to them now that they ever thought they were funny. The beer helped with this as well.

They eventually even closed the bar. They were having such a good time that they didn’t want the evening to end. They retired to Higgins Park. They often went to the park at night when they were kids. One of the more pleasant memories were the evenings in Higgins Park, watching the stars and swimming in the lake. They knew of a particularly good place to swim, where it was quite deep close to the shore, an inlet hidden well by large trees, one of which you could swing out far out onto the lake. At least it seemed far to them when they were kids. Even when they weren’t swimming, they enjoyed lying back in the grass, staring at the stars, talking about just sort of everything.

“Hey,” Tim suggested, “Let’s go swimming.”

“Yea, right,” John responded.

“No, I’m serious. Why not?”

“Well, we’re no longer kids for one thing.”

“Does that mean you don’t like to swim anymore?”

“No, but swimming in the Higgins Lake is something kids would do. If I want to swim, I’ll go to a club or the university pool.”

“Not at night you won’t. They aren’t open, and swimming at night is a much better experience.”

Tim was right about that. Swimming in the dark was a lot more fun. The reflection of the moon on the water was spectacular, and the silence was eery, at least with respect to the sounds of humans. The sounds of the crickets, frogs, and owls added to the spooky atmosphere, and when you went underneath, it was deadly silent with total pitch blackness. Yes, they both had enjoyed that.

“But, we have no swimming trunks.”

Tim would not be discouraged. Beer can do that too, although it was beginning to wear off. “We didn’t need them when we were kids.”

“Yea, but we aren’t kids now. I think I’m a little old for skinny dipping.”

Tim laughed at John’s modesty. “Well then, you can just use your briefs as trunks. If you like, I will do the same, and I promise I won’t look.” Tim decided not to wait for any more arguments. He just turned away and began to take off his clothes.

For awhile John just stood there and watched Tim undress. He had a bad feeling about this. But, the evening had been so good, the feelings so nice. It had to be a good thing to renew old bonds. Old friendships, particularly ones as strong as theirs had been, should not just wither and die. He turned away and removed his clothes as well.

When he was down to his boxers he turned back around. Tim was standing there, grinning, wearing only his white, tightie wighties, as they used to call their jockey briefs when they were younger. John’s underwear was more mature, dark blue boxers with grey stripes.

They both felt a bit self-conscious. John broke the ice. “You’re still in good shape, Tim. I’m impressed. Do you still work out?”

“Me?” Tim was surprised by the compliment. It was John who was the athletic one. He was still in great shape. He had excellent muscle tone, well developed and tightly cut pecs, and even the difficult to achieve abdominal six pack ripple. Tim would give at least half his life savings for a body like that, although being a 21-year old college student, that really wasn’t saying much. “John, you’re clearly the macho guy.”

John laughed. Tim noticed that his pecs even twitched with his laughter.

Macho would not be the word that John would use to describe himself, although he did admit that some of his closer friends did at times describe him that way, his really close friends. In any case, he was not going to let Tim deprecate himself. “Tim, you always had such a low opinion of your body, and that was always ridiculous. Look at yourself.”

“What?”

“I mean it. Look at yourself. Look at your chest.”

Tim looked down. However, his eyes did not at ısparta escort first go to his chest. They instead went down to his white briefs, and the little bulge. For a moment he felt terribly self-conscious, quite silly, even childish, standing like this in front of John, who appeared so much stronger, bigger, masculine. However, he did as John suggested. His eyes went to his chest.

“You have a great body, Tim. Look at that definition, that tone.”

Tim had to admit that there was in fact little fat on his body. He did exercise a great deal, and it showed. He was not a big guy, but he was in good shape. He instinctively tightened his pecs. They perked and twitched.

John teased him. “Hey, let’s not start showing off.”

Tim looked at him, laughed, and took off down the hill for Higgins Lake.

John ran after him, diving into the cold, dark water.

The swim was invigorating, although the water was much colder than they had remembered. The time of the year was not so much different than before. It was probably the case that their level of tolerance had dropped with age. In any case, they didn’t stay in terribly long.

They emerged from the water together. As soon as they got to the shore they realized what a comical sight they were. Tim’s white briefs shown brightly in the moonlight. “You might as well be waving a white flag for anyone within a mile to see,” John observed. In addition, the cotton was now clinging tightly to his genitals. Tim did not have a lot to notice beneath his tightie wighties, but the little bulge of his penis and testicles was clearly outlined.

John’s cotton boxers were even more revealing. Their dark blue did not stand out so much in the night light, but the wet fabric was now clinging tightly to his skin. And, in his case, there was quite a bit more to cling to.

John observed, “We look like a couple of girls at a wet t-shirt contest.” Tim had to laugh at that. It was certainly true. Their wet, clinging underwear did little to hide anything. On the contrary, their boy parts were now actually more displayed than concealed, enclosed in a skin tight wrapping that traced every inch, every bend, every curve, and every bulge of their dicks and balls.

They did not, however, try to hide themselves with their hands. They only just laughed at the comicalness of the sight. They turned to climb up the hill toward their slacks and shirts.

Tim walked out in front. John’s eyes followed the sight of Tim’s taught, boyish ass, each cheek seeming to have its own independent movement as his legs pumped up and down, pulling his body up the sharp incline. He was reminded of times that he would watch the butts of his male friends working out in a gym on a stair master or a bicycle. He enjoyed watching them. It motivated him to work even harder in his own exercise, a nice distraction from his own exhaustion and pain, although more like an inspiration.

But, this was even better, much better. This was a half naked butt, hidden only by tight, wet white briefs, and, even better still, it was the half naked butt of his old, his best, his childhood friend, Timmy.

He had to look away, as he could feel his cock beginning to swell.

Tim looked back as he worked his way up the hill. He was intending on making a joke about the fact that their friends would probably have a field day if they saw them like this. But, before he could get out the words, he could not help but notice the heavy swinging of John’s genitals as he was climbing up the hill. Fortunately, John was himself looking away and did not notice that he was looking at his stuff. He turned back to face forward, his face a little flushed. He attributed that though to the exertion of treading up the hill.

When they arrived they realized that wearing their underwear might not have been well thought through. They clearly could not put their slacks on over them. Their slacks would only just get wet, and they would feel terribly uncomfortable driving home. In fact, it would be best to dry out before they put on their shirts and pants. Fortunately, it was a warm evening. Tim suggested, “Hey, let’s just strip these off and dry out before we head back.”

John could not argue with that. The wet boxers were really quite uncomfortable.

They both pulled down their underwear.

It was a social etiquette among guys not to look at each other’s naked genitals when changing for a pool or gym class. Most guys felt quite uncomfortable about their size. In their flaccid state, penises can look terribly unimpressive, even pathetically wimpy. And, those who were comfortable looking at the tools of their neighbors could get a reputation for having “intentions.” So, you kept your eyes averted.

However, Tim and John were not just neighbors, they were old friends, the best of old friends. They had been through a lot together, including the process of growing up. They had looked before, and had done more than that. They had always been comfortable with their nakedness and their private parts, at least until they began to drift apart.

Tim had to look. Frankly, it would have been odd for him not to look, given John’s size, and, as well, given their past. On more than one occasion they had spoken quite openly about their developing manhood.

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I’ve been an active bi-sexual guy for most of my life..since I was about 17. I’m now 58, married and have two kids in their early 20’s, and live in Central NJ. I’ve been married for 37 years to the same girl. She’s a wonderful person and I love her deeply. She however, has no idea of my bi-sexual side. Neither do my children. For that matter, I’m not out at all and keep my bi-sexual live very well guarded.

Throughout my adulthood I would stop at adult bookstores and adult movie theaters for my gay experiences…and believe me, I had many of them. I never had a problem finding some action at one of these places. There are a lot of horny guys out there looking for some physical stimulation. It wasn’t until I turned 51 that I decided it was time to subscribe to the internet. I quickly found my way into some porno sites and then into some gay chat rooms. The chat was pretty hot and I found a new way to get some action.

I love having my cock sucked..and love having my ass eaten out.

I also love sucking a nice hard cock, but never really cared for or attempted to eat someone’s ass. But have my licked and sucked, and I was putty in the guys hands and will do absolutely anything he says. My ass is probably the most sensitive part of my body and when a guy comes up behind me and starts to play with my ass..I’m totally his slave, and submit myself to him completely.

Over the years I had many encounters with guys but not too many of them were found on the internet. A couple of years ago, I placed an ad on one of the personals under the gay section and I received an email from a guy in a neighboring town. He described himself as a mature black man with an 8″ cock and would love to hook up with me. He didn’t figure it would ever happen, but he sent the response to my ad anyway. He told me his name was Damon and he would like the opportunity to meet me. I sent him a reply thanking him for answering my personal and have him my aol aim name ‘mybuttsurs’.

One day, while working online, a message pops up and it was Damon. He says, “Hi”.

When I saw the message, I got instantly hard. I replied, “Hi”.

We chatted a little and we gave each other a more physical description of each other. He told me he was 48, 5′ 11″, dark black skin, 230#, and had an thick 8″uncut eskişehir escort cock that he would love to use on me.

I said, “when?”

He replied, “Can you get away now?”

I told him, “I’ll see you in 20 minutes.”

While chatting on line, I told him how sensitive my ass is to physical attention, and how much I like being kissed.

I got to his house, parked and went up to the door and as I was reaching to ring the doorbell, the door swung open and he greeted me with a huge smile and hello. He guided me in the house..we got as far as the living room, he turned around and wrapped his arms around me and gave me the deepest, most sensual kiss I think I ever had. His tongue immediately entered my mouth and tried to snake it’s way down my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into me. His hands went to my ass and he was grabbing me and squeezing me and pulling me against his groin. I could feel his cock against me and if felt fabulous.

The kiss broke and we both moaned in unison into each other’s mouths. He took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, where he locked me up in another tongue swallowing kiss that seemed to last forever. All my resistance, not that there was any to start with, was gone and I realized that I was his to do with as he wished.

He said to me, “Get undressed”.

Without saying a word, I removed all my clothes and threw them on the chair near the bed.

As I removed my underwear, he was sitting on the bed the whole time watching me, he leaned back and I could see a huge tent had formed in his sweat pants caused by his cock. I couldn’t wait to see it and I went to my knees and reached up to the waist of his sweats and tugged them down as he raised himself up off the bed to help me. His cock sprang out and it nearly hit me in the face. It was staring at me through it’s foreskin (he was uncut), and I tell you, at that moment, an entire army couldn’t have prevented me from leaning forward and taking that huge black cock in my mouth. I was on my knees, taking my rightful place, before him as I began my worship of his cock. I could hear him gasp air as my lips engulfed his cock and wrapped around them. My tongue swirled around his head and between the foreskin and the gaziantep escort head…and he leaned back, taking my head in his hands and groaned. I was totally thrilled with the results..it got harder and bigger.

I’ve never been able to get past the gag reflex while sucking a big cock, but with his, I was determined.

I looked up into his eyes, took his cock out of my mouth, and said, “I want to deep throat you, but I’ll need a lot of practice”.

He smiled back at me and said, “Take all the time you like, I’m totally loving the attention you’re giving my cock. I can stay hard for a long time, so practice all you want.”

I did just that. I kept trying different angles until finally, I guess my throat muscles relaxed enough, or just gave up trying to resist this huge log, that I felt his pubic hairs against my nose. My throat felt completely filled, and when I realized that I had taken him completely, I gagged and coughed him out, only to take him deep again, this time without any ill effect. He began fucking my face and I think he was ready to cum when all of a sudden he pulled me off his cock, pulled me up to his face and kissed me with more passion than before, which was incredible.

He said to me, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth, because now I want to fuck your pussy.”

Telling me he wanted to fuck my pussy made me melt. I never really referred to my asshole as a pussy, but he claimed it as being ‘his pussy’. I guess that made me ‘his pussyboy’. How delightful that thought was for me.

He rolled me over on my back, took my ankles in his hands, and raising and spreading them, aligned himself directly with my now raised ‘pussy’. He spread some lube on my asshole and hit his target on the first try. I felt him pressing against my pussy and apply some pressure. I felt his head spread my pussylips and they opened with absolutely no resistance. His head in, he held it there until I felt accustomed to its size. Once I did, and it didn’t take very long as I was on fire, I started moving a little to signal him he should proceed.

I could feel every inch of his 8″ sliding into me and filling me beyond belief. It felt absolutely magnificent. It was a feeling I never felt before and I never wanted it to stop.

Once giresun escort he had his entire length inside me, he held it there for a while, leaned down and filled my mouth with his hot, long, wet tongue. I couldn’t believe how I felt. I was being fucked in my pussy by his huge cock at the same time my mouth was being fucked by his tongue.

Suddenly, I felt movement and he began to withdraw his cock from my pussy. I began to panic, until he reversed the movement and thrust it back into me again, beginning the fucking of my white slut pussy. He fucked and fucked me until I almost passed out, then he pulled out of me and gave his cock a few quick strokes and shot a gallon of his cum all over me. His orgasm was so powerful, the first shot of cum hit me right in the face, symbolically marking me as his.

Exhausted, he lay down on the bed next to me and we snuggled. We started to kiss again, and then he said, “let’s clean up. You can take a shower if you like.”

I love taking a shower with a guy, so I said, “Will you join me?”

He said, “sure, let me get it ready.”

We got into the shower together, and started soaping each other up. I had the soap in my hand and dropped it on purpose. I turned away from him, bent down to pick up the soap, and pressed my pussy against his fully soaped and hard again cock. The result probably isn’t a surprise to anyone. He very easily slipped that hard, soapy cock inside my pussy again. I leaned back into him and wrapped my arm around behind me and around his neck and pulled him into another deep mouth fucking kiss. I couldn’t believe how on fire we both were.

He pumped my pussy for about ten minutes again under the hot shower when he said, “I’m about to cum.”

I said, “Please cum on my face”.

He said, “Get on your knees slut.”

I spun around and quickly got on my knees just in time to feel his first shot as it hit me right on my lips. Then on my forehead, eye and nose. Once he stopped shooting, I took his cock and rubbed it all over my face as I said to him, “Now I’m your Bitch. Now you’ve marked me with your black cum and I’m yours forever.”

He smiled down at me with a knowing that what I was saying to him was true.

We finished our shower, dried off and returned to his bed for some more kissing and hugging. Both totally drained, we talked about future get-togethers. This was one black man I was most definitely going to see again.

I will write about some more of my adventures with him, so please let me know what you thought of this. You can write me with comments, good or bad.

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This story continues right from Part 1. You don’t really need to read it, but it wouldn’t hurt.

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As I’m ferociously tugging at my cock, I suddenly hear his voice in my head, “only I tell you when you get to cum”.

I drop my cock, it stands straight up, leaking a small drop of precum, begging to be touched, begging to cum again.

I remember his rules. I remember that he needs to trust me, and I need to trust him.

I look over at the clock, and it’s about the time I would get home if I actually lived three hours away.

I opened my app, sent a message that I arrived home safely.

His reply was quick, “Good boy. You made good time. Hope you didn’t speed too much. Can’t have my sexy leather boy getting into a car wreck.”

“Yes Sir, I will be mindful of my speed next time.”

“Good boy,” he replied, “When can you submit to me again? I’ve thought about you since you left, and I haven’t left my chair, or gotten my cock to go down.”

“Well Sir, how about this next Saturday, I could drive over again.”

“I like that boy, I sure wish you lived closer so I could see you more often, I need some release.”

“Me too Sir. Me too. I’m going to head off to bed Sir. Good night.”

“Good night boy.”

The next several days went by about as slow as humanly possible. I couldn’t wait for Friday to arrive to see him. I still needed to keep my distance before I let him in.

We’ve messaged with each other all week, some fetish talk, some regular talk. I wanted to touch myself every night, but have resisted the ure. I still need to remember to tell him about when I did touch myself. Honesty, I thought, is the best policy.

Friday night, and I was lying in bed, thinking of the next day. Thinking of the ways he was going to need me. He wasn’t using me, at least that’s not how I felt it. I was giving my submission, and he was enjoying the service.

I received a message, “Good evening boy, I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Arrive by 11:00 am, wear only a leather jockstrap under your sweat suit, the hood and the rest of your uniform will be waiting for you, and so will I. You might get to please this throbbing cock of mine tomorrow.”

“Yes Sir. I will see you at 11:00 am.”

I hardly slept again that night, and woke up early. I put on my favorite leather jockstrap with the red codpiece, jumped into the sweat suit, and drove to his house.”

I arrived right at 10:45, I parked down the street, walked up to his house, and noticed a different car on the street than had been there last time. I hope they were visiting the neighbors.

I walked into the garage, shed my sweat suit, and placed the hood over my head, but left the strings. I walked to the garage door to the house, and there was a sign. “Enter when ready boy, then kneel on the floor in the kitchen, ring the bell when you’re ready to present yourself to your Sir.”

I opened the door, and heard multiple male voices, I slightly panicked, ran back through the door, stripped the hood, jumped into my sweatsuit and sprinted to my car. I was not ready for more than one person. I was not prepared to deal with this. Too much, too fast.

I opened my app and saw a message, “Was that you boy that ran out of here? What happened?”

I replied, “I heard another man’s voice when I entered the kitchen, and I am not prepared for more than one man. It’s too much for me Sir.”

“Oh,” he replied, “I understand, however, the man you heard was my tailor. He makes custom leather clothing for me and my boy using precise measurements. He’s the best guy within 100 miles of here. When you’re ready, please come back inside.”

“Yes Sir.”

I took several deep breaths, tried to calm my nerves. I needed to trust him. I had no reason not to. He has had great patience with me, had great gentleness with me, and it was time I let a wall down.

I got back into the garage, hood on, in just my jockstrap. I opened the kitchen door, and walked in. I got down on my knees, took a breath, and rang the bell.

I soon heard his leather boots thumping the floor as he walked near me. I kept my face aimed at the floor.

He reaches down and grabs my chin, pulling me up to my feet. He wrapped his arms around me, he was wearing chaps, a jock strap, boots, a full body harness, gloves, and his cap.

“I’m glad you came back in. Let’s get you completely secure.”

“Yes Sir. I…um… think I’ve used this guy to tailor some of my leather, he might recognize my tattoos on my body.”

“Let’s cover them then boy.”

He grabs my shoulder, spins me around, and proceeds to tighten the strings in the back of the hood.

He then grabs soft black tape and covers each of my tattoos completely. He puts his arm around my waist and leads me into the living room.

“Mr. James, meet my latest boy. He needs some measurements taken for some special clothing that suit my tastes.”

There’s a short block in the middle of the living room where Mr. elazığ escort James motions for me to stand. I step up on the block, and he begins taking my measurements.

“Sir, may I ask a question?”

He sits on the leather reclining chair in the corner eyeing me, “you may ask it boy.”

“What exactly is he measuring me for Sir?”

“Just a few items that I wish my boys to wear when I want them to. Some leather, some not.”

“Respectfully Sir, I have my own leather clothes, and not leather clothes, you don’t have to spend your money on things for me Sir.”

“Okay boy, what do you have that’s leather. I figured you had some regular clothes, I just wanted to have easier access here to those clothes if it was needed.”

“Sir, I have several pairs of pants, two pairs of chaps, several button down shirts, long and short sleeves, jock straps, and two pairs of gloves.”

“See boy, you don’t have what I require my boys to wear in my home. Let him finish measuring you, he will make the shorts, and I will provide for my boy. It’s my job as your dominant to make sure you have what I want and what I need for you to service me.”

“Sir, what if we don’t, I don’t know, work out” I ask?

“Then we will have an option for you to purchase the clothing from me, or I will return them to Mr. James, he will clean them, and repurpose them or sell them himself. I get a partial refund if it comes to that.”

He gets up from his chair, walks over to me, “But I hope we ‘work out’. I rather enjoy getting to play with this body, and I can’t wait to let you service me later. Let Mr. James finish, boy, and that’s a command.”

He walks back to his chair and sits down, Mr. James continues my measurements, and scribbles down in his notepad what he needs.

“I’m all set,” he says.

“Thank you Mr. James, you can see yourself out if you don’t mind. I have some business to attend to.”

“No problem.”

Mr. James leaves the house and Sir comes to me, puts his leather gloved hand on the nape of my neck, and leads me to the special room. I don’t want to call it a dungeon, because it’s not a dungeon, so I’m going to call it a special room.

Once in the room, he pushes down to my knees, gently, but commanding in that special touch he has.

“Okay boy. Time for your inspection. First we’ll do an oral one, then a physical one. Tell me, how has your behavior been the last week?”

“Good Sir.” I replied, shakily.

“Nothing you need to tell me? Remember boy, we need to be honest and trust each other, regardless of outcome.”

“Well, Sir, I did play with myself when I got home last week Sir. I didn’t cum, but I badly wanted to, but I did play with my cock when I got home.”

“Okay boy. Anything else?”

“Oh, and I forgot the ball stretcher at my home on my nightstand Sir.”

“Is that all boy?” The tone of disappointment in his voice was strong.

“That’s all Sir.”

“Well boy, I know you know what this means, tell me.”

“I need to be punished for breaking the rules Sir.”

“That’s correct, and punishments are not meant to be enjoyable, so since pain is something you don’t enjoy, a simple spanking will do. Stand boy.”

I do, and he leads me to his chair, bends me over so that I’m lying across the arms. He walks to a corner of the room, and I know better than to look right now. I hate being a disappointment.

He comes back and stands in front of me, he holds a thin paddle in front of my eyes. It’s made of leather with holes in it.

“This is going to hurt some boy, but not break you. I think five for each infraction this time will suffice, don’t you?”

“Yes Sir,” I said with a shaky voice.

He walks behind me and I wait for it, the first smack, left cheek, “Ouch Sir.”

“Did I give you permission to speak? Did I tell you to count or respond boy? Accept your punishment quietly and think about what you did to have to be punished. I don’t want you to forget, I will start again.”

He smacks me again and this time it was the right cheek. He alternates cheeks, but they weren’t light. They hurt, but not enough to use the safe words because I knew that I had broken the rules, and that this pain would soon be done and gone.

Once he finishes the now twelve smacks, I had made a noise after the second one, he grabs my arm and pulls me up to him. He pushes me in front of him, places both hands on my now sore cheeks, “I hope I don’t have to do that again. I only like administering pain when it pleasures my boy, but you need to be reminded of my rules.”

“Yes Sir,” I whimper.

“Now boy, get down on your knees, and prepare to actually enjoy being in my house. I want you to get down on all fours and clean my boots.”

“Yes Sir.”

I drop to the floor, he sits down in his chair, and lights his cigar that’s waiting for him. I immediately begin licking the left boot, cleaning the leather, inhaling the scent. As I’m getting every millimeter of leather erzincan escort to shine, he reaches down under my chin and pulls me to his face.

“I forgot my scotch, go into the kitchen boy and grab me a glass of it. Two ice cubes and fill it about half full.”

“Yes Sir.”

I wasn’t sure if I’m allowed to get up and walk or crawl to the kitchen, I opt to crawl.

Once I reach the door and grab the handle, he speaks up, “You may get up and walk once you’re in the hallway, but return to your knees after you’ve given my drink to me.”

I open the door, and grab his drink.

I return to the room with it, hand it to him, and drop down to his boots again. This leather god in front of me smells amazing, I want nothing more than to find his cock in my mouth.

I began cleaning his right boot this time. Repeating the process now that I have time to get some saliva built up, I could hear his leather glove rubbing against his leather pouch and I begin to push mine out with my stiffening cock.

“Alright boy, that’s enough. Time for your physical inspection. Stand up and present yourself.”

I do, and step back from him. I spread my legs apart and put my hands up behind my head.

“Actually, boy, I want your hands behind your back, holding your wrists together. I don’t care much for armpits.”

I adjust my arms, and keep my eyes on the floor.

He gets up from his chair, walks over to something in the distance, comes back to me, and stands behind me. I can feel his breathing on the back of my neck.

He pulls up my arms so they’re parallel to each other across my back, he then quickly ties my arms together with rope, then attaching that rope across my biceps. Once the rope is tight he grabs the rope in the middle of my back.

“Try and move boy, I need to see how these ropes are on you. I have to ensure you don’t lose feeling in any limbs.”

I shift around, nope, not going anywhere. He is slipping fingers between the ropes and my body in various places.

He puts his body up against mine, exploring the front of me with his gloved hands. He reaches up with his right hand and covers my mouth and nose. His left hand reaches down and grabs my junk through my codpiece.

“You feel that boy? I’m in control of your body, and soon, I will be in control of your mind, and I hope someday to be in control of everything about you boy. You serve me well, and so far, are exactly what I need in a boy. Let’s not rush it though, I want you to drop down to your knees in front of the chair, and put your torso on the chair while I explore my tight little hole back here.”

He releases me, and I step forward towards the chair. I slowly drop down to my knees and lean forward into the chair. My face is on the soft leather, and I can smell his musk. I can smell where he sat. I inhale deeply and the smell is intoxicating.

“That’s it boy, take it in, you’ll soon be needing that scent so much, you’ll never want to leave.”

He leans down, and rubs my ass cheeks, “the redness is beginning to fade boy, you should be fine by the time you leave today. Let’s see this boy hole.”

He spreads both of my cheeks apart and rubs a finger against my hole. It’s been many many years since someone has been down there. I haven’t even done anything to myself.

“Damn boy, that’s a tight fucking hole. When’s the last time you were properly fucked?”

“Honestly Sir, I don’t even remember. It’s been so long.”

“Well boy, I’m going to have to stretch you out, I don’t think you can take me yet. We’ll have to work on this. I’m going to use my fingers, then put a plug in your hole. Every day, after you arrive home from work, you will go into the bathroom and insert this plug, and then attach my ball stretcher for these nuts. I want them to hang low for me. The stretcher must stay on for at least an hour, and the plug should stay in until the following morning when you get up. Understand boy?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Good, now, when I put my finger in, you need to push out, don’t clench.”

He reaches around and shoves his leather finger in my mouth, “Give me some lube boy.”

I suckle on his finger, getting it nice and wet with my spit. He pulls the finger back and I feel him push into my hole, “AAAARRGGGHH!”

“I told you not to clench, now you need to push out boy.”

I attempt to push, like I’m trying to push his finger out of me and my hole begins to hurt less. He just waits behind me.

“That’s better boy, keep doing that.”

He begins to work his finger in and out of my hole, loosening me little by little.

He removes his finger, and walks away from me, when he returns, he squirts some liquid on my crack, which slowly drips down to my hole. He pushes his finger back in once it reaches my hole. It’s very slick and makes it easier for his finger to go in and out of my hole. I then feel it stretching, I think he’s got two fingers in there now.

I moan into his leather chair, “thank you Sir.” erzurum escort

“I’ll forgive that indiscretion of speaking, boy. Keep quiet, I’ll give you permission to moan when I can get my cock in here.”

He smacks my ass cheek with his free hand.

I don’t dare make a noise, I remember how this works.

“Okay boy, now I’m going to work the plug into you. Pay attention how I do this because you’re going to have to do this yourself.”

He removes his fingers, then I feel something firm against my hole, then it enters me. This isn’t bad, but as the plug gets further and further into me, it’s getting tighter and tighter. I reach a point where I feel like I’m going to rip in half, and he pulls the plug back. I guess my writhing around gave him a clue. He pulls the plug back almost all the way out, then pushes it back in me.

It gets further, then that sensation returns and he pulls back again.

“You’re almost there boy. Once the base is in, you’ll relax around it.”

He pushes the plug forward after another application of his liquid substance. The plug slides and slides, and then I feel a quick POP.

“There, all the way in. Very good boy.”

He reaches his arms down under my stomach and pulls me upwards to my feet. He spins me around to face him. He plants his lips on mine, and pushes his tongue into my mouth. As he reaches his hands down my back side, he taps the end of the plug. I grunt into his mouth.

I can hear and feel him chuckle. He continues kissing me, tapping the plug repeatedly.

He pulls back just a bit, “Okay boy, are you ready to get those sexy lips around my cock? Sir desperately needs to release a load.”

“Yes Sir.”

“Remember your manners boy, you must ask permission to put your mouth on my cock. It’s a privilege to serve me the way I want.”

“Sir, may I please suck your cock? I want to take your load in my mouth Sir.”

“Of course you do boy. A good little sub boy always wants a cock in his mouth, always needs a load in his throat. He truly isn’t happy without it. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

He swiftly picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, which isn’t an easy task because I’m not a small guy.

We walk through the hallway and into the bedroom, we reach the bed and he gently lays me on it. He then grabs both of my ankles, pulling me down towards the bottom of the bed. I’m in a nice four poster bed with a leather sheet on it.

He grabs some rope from under the bed and attaches the rope to each ankle, and ties it quickly to the corresponding post.

With my arms behind my back, and legs now secure, I am truly tied down. He reaches down and rips the codpiece off my jock and I spring free.

“There’s that lovely set of boy cock and balls.”

He reaches down, grabs my balls and cock in one hand and tugs gently.

“Are you comfortable boy? Does this feel good?”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

“Good. I bet you’re wondering how you’re going to service my cock like this. Well, I’m going to sit up on your chest and feed you my cock that way. I love looking down and seeing a boy’s mouth stretching around my fat cock.”

He lets go of my cock and balls, and walks away. When he returns, I feel something being put around my balls, then a string is attached to the end of the stretcher and he pulls the rope on the left side to my left foot, securing it around my big toe. He does the same on the right, and my balls are pulled just the right amount of distance. Any further, and this would hurt. I guess I better not move my feet.

He reaches down and places a blindfold over my eyes, “You don’t need to see anything.”

I feel him grab my cock and start stroking me. I arch my back in response, which pulls my balls away from my feet, I grunt, groan, and moan at the same time.

He releases my cock and laughs, “There, now you really can’t go anywhere.”

I hear him walking around the room but can’t tell what he’s doing. I soon feel the side of the bed go down and feel his breath on my chest. He soon leans down and grabs my left nipple with his mouth and the right with his gloved hand. I do my best not to moan because I don’t have permission.

He gets up and straddles me across my stomach and grabs both of my nipples with his hands and pulls.

“You know boy, these nipples would look much better with rings in them. Would you be opposed to eventually having them pierced?”

“I don’t know Sir. Never really thought about it.”

“Well, it’s a quick pinch, and you have tattoos, so it’s not bad. But the choice is yours.”

“Yes Sir. I will think about it.”

He then releases my nipples and scoots forward up to my chest, almost on my neck.

I feel his pouch against my mouth. I stick my tongue out and attempt to lick it clean.

“That’s good boy, now, you should be able to reach an edge with your teeth, so, I want you to pull my pouch off if you want this cock in your mouth.”

I reach around with my tongue looking for an edge, I find one, get my teeth around the edge, and pull my head back as hard as I can and the snap comes open. I use my tongue to find the other edge and remove that snap.

“Only eight more to go,” I think to myself.

He reaches down and pulls the codpiece off, “You got most of it.”

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[Author’s Note: This chaptered novel was originally tagged as running to 15 chapters, but a chapter of the original was split in two for Literotica postings, so there will be 16 chapters. Thus, this is not the final chapter that will post.]

*

“Ricky? Is that really you?”

“Yes, Mom, it’s me. I’d doin’ fine, Mom. Trying to get settled. I want you to come out when I do.”

“Settled? Where are you?”

“Albuquerque. Albuquerque, New Mexico. I’d told you I wanted to settle out here and work on cars. And that I wanted you to come out too.”

Silence for several seconds.

“He’s gone.”

“Who’s gone, Mom?”

No immediate response.

“Pete? Is Pete gone?”

“Yes, he left right after you did. Called me a silly old cow and cleared out.”

“Mom, I tried to tell you.” Rick, of course, wasn’t surprised. This was the option he’d assumed Pete would take.

“Why’d you tell them all that, Ricky? The men came lookin’ for Pete, but he was already gone. They said the most vile things. Why’d you tell them—?”

“Because it was true, Mom. I tried to tell you. You didn’t want to see it or hear it. But Pete didn’t leave because of you. He left because of me. You’re better off without . . . but what did they say when they came lookin’ for him? Are they lookin’ for me too? Because I jumped probation?”

“No, one of them—I think he said he was your probation officer—seemed relieved that Pete was gone. And he told me that no one would pursue your case. That he was seein’ to it. That as long as you kept your nose clean, it would go away. Only if you show up in the system again . . . Ricky you’re not—?”

“I’m keepin’ clean, Mom. And savin’ money. It’s nice out here. You’d like it. And there are medical jobs advertised in the papers all of the time. We could manage out here.”

Silence.

“Mom?”

“We’ll talk about that sometime. Thanks for callin’ to tell me you ain’t dead—although you took your time with it. Let me know when you’ve made your first million, and we’ll talk about it again. Nice you got dreams still; mine ain’t doin’ so well. It’s good to hear your voice, son. But it gets so lonely here . . . alone. I wish that Pete . . . but I gotta go now. I’ve got a shift to get to.”

“I love you, Mom. And there’s a place for you here with me.”

“That’s good to hear, son.”

* * * *

Albuquerque was the first place in four months that put any sort of stability into Rick’s life—the first place where men weren’t almost constantly putting their hands on his hips and moving in real close and telling him how nice he was, how much they wanted him—and then taking him. It wasn’t all their fault, of course. Rick liked to be wanted and he liked to be taken. It had become as much an obsession with him as with them. It was only now, though, when he’d gotten to Albuquerque and found a niche where the men swirling around him weren’t constantly looking at him for what he could give them, how he could scratch their sexual itch, that Rick started to see what a normal life could be and began to settle in to what every other young man enjoyed from life.

Albuquerque was the first city justifying being called that since Rick had been through Dallas, which now seemed to be a lifetime ago. Certainly then he was much less world experienced and weary than he was now. Albuquerque had an old town plaza area as most of the towns in the region did, but, as one of the first railroad hubs in the West, it also had a new city and even a few high-rise buildings. More important for Rick, it had people and automobiles and freeways. Lots of automobiles. And it had car dealerships with large service departments and auto body shops. And, as he had been told in Santa Fe, it had a shortage of auto mechanics.

Rick was able, almost immediately, to find an assistant oil monkey position at a small body shop, which led, by way of a Mexican supervisor who saw that Rick knew more about what he was doing than most wanting work there, thanks to his auto mechanics classes in Baltimore—to Rick being recommended to the guy’s cousin who worked in the service department of Miller’s, a large GMC dealership on the east side of Albuquerque.

That cousin, Luis, a large-framed Mexican with a quick humor, a gift for teaching and for patience, and an encyclopedia knowledge of Chevrolets, Buicks, and Cadillacs, took Rick under his wing, and Rick began to blossom under the tutelage of the first man in his life who had no apparent sexual interests—in him or anyone else, it seemed. Luis’s mistresses were all vintage automobiles, and the longer Rick worked with him, the more Rick was thusly inclined as well. The other mechanics were mostly Hispanics and mostly related to each other, but they were friendly to Rick—anyone all right with Luis being all right with them too. Although they mostly kept to themselves and rattled Spanish off to each other throughout the working day, Rick didn’t feel like he was being frozen out of anything.

Rick was making good money and found a small studio apartment near the diyarbakır escort car dealership, within walking distance. Here too all he heard around him was Spanish from large Hispanic families crawling all over the neighborhood, jovially chattering to each other incessantly, hanging wash out on every available hook, and celebrating each sunset out in the courtyards with large family gatherings, guitar music, and laughter and food.

They were friendly to Rick but they more or less left him alone, and he liked it that way. He came home in the evening with service manuals under his arm and whatever else he could find on auto mechanics, and he spent his evenings poring over those. He didn’t so much forget what had brought him this far from Baltimore as that he was replacing sex with the entirely different arousal of figuring out the mysteries under the hoods of automobiles.

His weekends were spent discovering Albuquerque on foot. He had been held prisoner for so long indoors, it felt good to be able to walk out into the open air, free, and able to make his own decisions and do things on whim and eat what he wanted when he wanted. He joined a gym and worked his body hard, using that to release tension. As chance would have it, the gym was on the fringes of the Central Avenue gay district, which he had also found early in his strolls and had had a little trouble resisting exploring further. At the gym he saw hookups that invariably gave him pause and twitched his butt in memory, but he was determined to take on a new life, revolving around cars that needed help, and he resisted. He was frequently hit on when he first started at the gym, but soon the regulars got the message and left him to himself.

The dealership—in addition to two others—was owned by three brothers. Rick almost never saw the oldest brother, Ted, who was running the Ford dealership. Roy, who managed this one, was the epitome of a used car salesman—at the door with a hand out and a big smile on his face whenever a potential customer was walking along the street. Behind the scenes he was a demanding boss who Luis and the other older guys in the service department continually warned would be a good one to stay the hell away from. That didn’t pose a problem. Roy never came into the service department, and, the men joked, probably didn’t know where the hood latch was on any of the cars he sold.

The younger brother, Jess, seemed to just float around from dealership to dealership, although Luis had told Rick that he managed the car empire’s smaller, exclusively foreign sports car resales dealership on the better side of the town.

Jess was the “golden touch” brother from, Luis told Rick, a younger wife than the other two brothers. He was a lot better looking and much trimmer and significantly younger than the other two. He wore cowboy shirts and a ten-gallon hat much more convincingly than either of his two brothers did, and his smile was more convincing too. When he shook your hand he was looking into your eyes with pale blue ones of his own that made you happy and tingly all at once. He irritated Roy noticeably when he came around the GMC dealership in his vintage baby-blue Cadillac convertible, because he could glide through the showroom in those tooled cowboy boots of his and sell five cars effortlessly.

Everyone wanted to be his friend. He was a poster child for success, and he was always being asked when he was going to run for city council. He often brought his model-perfect blonde wife in with him, his three perfect tow-headed children following along like ducks in a row, and everyone in the dealership—except Roy—snapped to and brightened up in his wake. Every family visit was like a video commercial for him running for office.

And, unlike Roy, Jess didn’t stint on the service department. Whenever he showed up, he’d end up in the service department, he and Luis peering under the hood of Jess’s beloved Cadillac convertible and worshiping this and that in the engine compartment. He had time to talk to each of the guys in the service area, to ask about their families and to shake their hands. He was especially attentive to Rick and was happy discussing auto parts with him, careful not to rub it in that he knew more than Rick did, and each time leaving Rick knowing more about the automotive industry than he had before Jess had walked through. Once even, Luis had come into work early, as he always did, to find both Rick and Jess already there. Luis spied four legs under the chassis of a car, and both young men came out from underneath it with grease on their hands and their faces and flush from the celebration of, together, having located the source of an oil leak and stopping it up.

Everything was going just fine until Rick saw the quarter-page ad in the Sunday paper. It was for a film series showing at a local club. Sponsored by the local gay community, through an organization called Closet Cinema, the top-rated films of the year’s Mirage gay film festival were going to be shown, with short film runs of edirne escort each, over a two-week period. Without thinking, Rick looked at the list of films being shown. Journey to Mirage wasn’t hard to find. As the festival grand winner, it was at the top of the list. There were more than a dozen showings he could catch at a local club called the Albuquerque Mining Company. Rick knew where it was—in the middle of the Central Avenue gay district. He hadn’t gone inside ever, but he’d been tempted to.

He told himself he wasn’t tempted to go see the film that had taken so much out of him and yet fulfilled so many fantasies of his. But even then he knew he would.

He picked a Thursday afternoon, taking off from work—the first day he’d ever asked for, so Luis saw no reason not to give it to him. Rick reasoned that there would be fewer patrons at the club then. He could slip in, see the film, and slip out again.

The film was mesmerizing. He relived every moment, every fantasy, every fuck. He was both exhausted and drained and, at the same time, keyed up and his balls aching from buildup, the need for release, as he came out of the movie and into the blinding light. His eyes were having trouble adjusting to the glare and he almost stumbled into someone standing firmly in his line of exit.

“Um, sorry,” he muttered as he moved to the left to get around the figure. But the figure moved with him, and Rick looked down and saw cowboy boots he recognized and his new world collapsed around his now-leaden feet.

“It was you. That really was you. You’re Randy Lane.”

Rick looked up into those pale-blue eyes of Jess Miller, and he felt like dissolving into the baking sidewalk.

“Uh. No, not me . . . not—”

“Come with me, please.” Jess had him firmly in a hold on his arm and was marching him toward a nearby parking garage. Rick followed along in shock, imaging all sorts of bad outcomes from this. Exposure. Worse, being hauled back to stand before Luis and Roy for the accusation and the very public dress down and firing.

Rick saw the bull horn ornament grinning at him from the front of the Cadillac convertible as he was hustled up the ramp. Jess opened the passenger side of the door and pushed Rick in and went around to the other side and drove at high speed down to the ticket booth and then at higher speed through the city.

It didn’t take Rick long, though, to see that they weren’t driving toward the GMC dealership. Maybe the auto group had some sort of corporate offices? Or was the police department in this direction? But Rick couldn’t figure out what the police would have to do with anything. He hadn’t broken any laws or anything. And he hadn’t misrepresented himself to get the job. He hadn’t even applied for a job at the GMC dealership; he’d been recommended and taken on faith. Taken on faith, Rick thought, and then he gave a nervous little laugh. Would Luis have taken him on if he had known about Rick’s past? And there was probably an outstanding warrant on him back in Maryland. But he hadn’t misrepresented himself. His name wasn’t Randy Lane; it was Rick Hernandez. And he was a damn good auto mechanic now. He was doing the job he was being paid for.

“Mr. Miller,” he said in a low voice, trying to break the frosty silence that had hung over them from the beginning. Maybe trying to come up with an explanation that would make it all go away.

“Shut up and be quiet, Rick—or Randy, or whoever you are. Just shut up. I had no idea. I . . .” But then he shut up himself.

They were out of the city now, driving out onto the ranges, where the ranches were starting to get spaced farther apart. He turned onto a dirt road and they were riding between two spreads with cattle on either side and back into the scrub a couple of miles farther. The road ended at a small compound with an adobe house and a few outbuildings. The house didn’t look derelict, but it didn’t exactly look like anyone lived there now, either. The outbuildings were in a bit worse shape, except for a garage that looked fairly new.

Jess drove around to the back of the house, to where the Cadillac couldn’t be seen from the front, and he turned off the motor and sat there for a moment, trembling—Rick assumed from rage—for a moment and looking down at the hands in his lap, which were also trembling slightly.

“Mr. Miller. That isn’t me now. I’m a good mechanic.”

“I . . . asked . . . you not to speak,” Jess hissed through almost closed lips. And then he turned and looked into Rick’s eyes. And Rick saw the wildness in the eyes and he saw something else, something all too familiar.

Like a cat leaping following an eternity of watching and twitching its tail, Jess had leaned into Rick and grabbed the hair at the back of Rick’s head and snapped his head back and was at Rick’s mouth with his own, greedily possessing it, while his other hand was fumbling with Rick’s belt buckle and zipper and was digging for Rick’s cock.

Mere seconds later, Jess’s face was in Rick’s lap and Jess was slurping edirne escort bayan on Rick’s cock. He was pushing Rick’s briefs and jeans off his legs with a hand that then dug under his balls, searching for Rick’s channel. Rick moaned and rolled his hips up to give Jess’s long, strong fingers access. Rick’s hands were on the back of Jess’s head, holding him and guiding him in the suck.

It had been so long, and the movie had keyed him up so high. Rick had told himself he didn’t need this anymore. But it had been a lie. He’d lied to himself.

“Mr. Miller,” he murmured. “Oh, god. Oh, shit. Yesss. Ohhh FUCK!”

It had been so obvious. Why hadn’t he known? He was there. Jess Miller was there. How would he have recognized Rick in the movie, if he hadn’t been there himself, watching the movie?

“In the back. Now.” Jess said, his voice thick with want.

“We shouldn’t,” Rick objected to weakly. “You don’t want to . . . your family.” But he went no further. He wanted it. And Jess was a wild man. Rick knew Jess had to have it. And here, now, so did Rick.

Jess was fumbling with the buttons on Rick’s cowboy shirt, nearly ripping it off his back. Jess’s teeth went to an exposed nipple and Rick yelped at the bite. “Now!” Jess demanded. He was out of the car, dragging Rick with him with one hand and tearing at his own clothes with the other then shoving him into the backseat.

Miller sat on the trunk of the car, legs spread and descending into the backseat compartment, the soles of his feet, still clad in the cowboy boots, leveraging off the cushy seat cushion, while he slow pumped his cock up into Rick’s enveloping mouth cavity. When he couldn’t take any more, he pulled Rick up from between his legs, reversed their position, with Rick belly down on the lid of the trunk, head pointed at the tailpipes. Jess stood, reversed on the backseat, crouched over Rick’s hips, his cock crammed up inside Rick’s channel, and pumped and pumped and pumped until, giving a little cry of release, he collapsed onto Rick’s back, where they both lay, panting and murmuring wonders of the fuck to each other.

“Come into the house. Let me put the Caddie in the garage and then come into the house with me.”

“I don’t know . . . we shouldn’t have—”

“I’ll put the Caddie away and then we’ll go into the house.”

Both still naked except for their boots, Jess led Rick in through the back door. They entered a well-appointed kitchen that belied the aged look of the outside of the house. Beyond that was a living and dining room combined that was furnished well and was clean and uncluttered. A small hall to the right gave access to two bedrooms, one on the front of the house and one on the back, with a bathroom between them.

“It’s nice, Mr. Miller. But I don’t understand—”

“Come into the back bedroom. I want to show you your bed.”

My bed. The phrase shot through Rick’s brain, and he was suddenly thinking of Bill Grimes. And his blood ran cold.

But Jess’s blood wasn’t cold. He was still very much in heat and, Rick could clearly see, very much in erection again.

The bed was a brass headboarded one, just like so many others Rick had known. It creaked and groaned just as badly as the one at the Big C ranch had while Jess missionary fucked Rick with animalistic fury and intensity—and with great stamina—while Rick reached for the brass pillars in the headboard and hung on for dear life, enough into the fuck, though, to meet every upward thrust of Jess’s cock with a downward thrust of his own hips.

An eternity later, when they were lying in each other’s arms, the sweat still pouring off both, Jess spoke through heaving breaths.

“The place is mine. I keep it for my . . . for my men. But it will be just for you now. You won’t have to work anymore. You can stay out here and I’ll bring everything to you. It’ll be good. There’s a TV and the radio . . . a computer. And I’ll bring you any books you need and anything else. I’ll bring your cars to tinker with while I’m away. We’ll have a ball.”

“Sounds like . . . like paradise,” Rick answered back, thinking that it sounded more like yet another mirage, yet another prison. “I’ll have to go back to town, though, to get my things and to let Luis know—”

“I’ll take care of Luis. He’ll understand. He told me all along you’d probably be a great lay. Said he’d make it happen for me. Imagine my surprise when I saw you in that movie. Went back three times, not believing my eyes. And then, today, there you were.”

“Luis? He procures . . . for you?”

“Shush. I don’t think I’ll need anyone else for some time now. God, you’ve got a sweet ass. And that movie. We’ll have to buy a copy. I want to do so much of that with you.”

“Uh, I’ll want to go back to my apartment for my things, and in a few days. . . . but now maybe we should get dressed and . . .”

“Now? Not yet. I want you again.”

Rick groaned, but when Jess nudged him, he rolled onto his stomach himself. And he himself reached for his butt cheeks and spread them for Jess. He too wanted it again now. He had only been fooling himself about being able to go without it. Jess’s cock was only average. But it was there. Fully erect once more for him. And Jess’s body was so beautiful. The man had charisma to spare—he absolutely overpowered Rick with his commanding presence.

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Jeremy felt a hand moving softly and delicately through his hair, disentangling them while caressing him simultaneously. He stirred but kept his eyes closed. He was snuggled under the blankets, warm and cosy and had no intention of getting up. He was still half asleep and had no idea who was caressing him; all he cared about was the good feeling of being touched with love. The soft hand was now on his cheek, softly plucking it and delicately touching. Then a low husky voice followed.

“It’s morning, babe. You need to get up, else you’ll be late.”

As if someone had taken two drums and banged them above his head, Jeremy sat up straight throwing the covers away. However, the swift jerking didn’t work out as he instantly felt dizzy and unfocussed. A few minutes passed before he relaxed and could focus. He fixed his eyes on Jacob looking at him with an amused expression on his face. Apparently, he had just showered because his towel was wrapped around his waist, his hair was damp and fell on his forehead (unlike the usual spiked look), and he looked fresh, sexy and smelled great. Jeremy felt like shit on watching him. However, his embarrassment and mild shock turned into a full blown shock when he saw a breakfast tray kept on a stand near him.

He looked at the tray and then at Jacob. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He was dead sure he was dreaming and about to lie down and throw the covers over himself when Jacob ruffled his hair and laughed. “Get up, lazy-bum!”

Jeremy couldn’t help but smile and rubbed his eyes like a kid. Jacob simply adored the cute sleepy guy on his bed. He loved that this boy was his and his alone. He loved to be the only one in his life; the sole protector, the only one the boy had; the only one Jeremy could come to. He loved to pamper him, to caress him, to make him happy, to spoil him; but he didn’t like if someone else even thought of spoiling their little world.

“I’m going to dress now. You better be done before I get ready!” Jacob instructed Jeremy with a smile and a wink.

Jeremy looked at Jacob and smiled widely. He stretched and took his cup of coffee with hazelnut flavour. Taking a sip of the delicious and reviving drink he looked around the room. It was their bedroom. It was huge and beautiful with class and grandeur etched into every feature. Their bed was king-size and made of very polished ebony with ultra-soft mattresses and pillows; covered with white silk covers. The general hue of the room walls was dark brilliant blue except the wall against çorum escort the bed. It was a crimson red painted in the manner to give it a rough dotted exterior. On this wall hung a big framed picture of the couple. The photo had been clicked on a trip to Bahamas. Against the backdrop of a raging sea, and the flaming setting sun which had casted a burning hue in the sky, stood the couple. Dressed in a black shirt unbuttoned to the abs and shorts, Jacob had his hand around Jeremy, who was clad in a sky blue t-shirt and capris. Jeremy stood smiling sweetly as the wind played with his hair while Jacob stood straight with a slight smile and a raised eyebrow holding the former as firmly as possible. Jeremy looked at the photo reflected in the huge mirror opposite to their bed. He distinctly remembered that night when Jacob had gone down on his knee and proposed. How he had been over-whelmed with emotion and had fallen into his arms. Engaged, they were now living together.

His gaze now turned to the paintings on the other walls. Jacob was a connoisseur of art and had got some great paintings from his trips to Paris and Venice. They were interesting and amazing. However, one painting which always intrigued Jeremy was one Jacob had painted in jest. Jeremy had been laughing at Jacob’s painting mania and challenged him to paint one. Jacob had taken his paints and after an hour wherein his white tee got a splash of colour stains he had made a weird blast of colours on the canvass. The painting had turned out to be a hard splash of deep red and black splashed on the canvass as if the two colours were intertwining and yet separated creating a storm or a whirlwind like pattern. Jeremy had looked at it, and laughed his head off, colouring Jacob’s nose red with a little paint and running away. Jacob had caught him and both had fallen on the bed where after things had become hot.

Jeremy looked at the panting and remembering the night smiled and took the final sip of his coffee. He got out of the bed and moved towards the windows. Beautiful and rich velvet curtains imparted a royal look to their room. He held the curtains and swung them away to let the day in. He was blinded by the bright sun whose brightness was magnified by the pure white snow covering the roads, pavements and buildings around. Jeremy grabbed a coat and walked into the balcony. The sun was shining bright heralding a new day. He shivered at the chill in the air but the warmth of the sun felt great against his skin. denizli escort He looked at the road covered with snow which the trucks were trying to remove. People armed with shovels had come out of their houses to scrape the snow from their porch. Children were laughing loudly as they tried to make the best architecture of childhood- the Snowman. They laughed as they fell in the snow smashing the tummy or the head of their snowman or throwing snowballs at each other. Jeremy looked at the kids and felt warmth surging in his chest. Bliss and happiness soon replaced sorrow as he saw a kid shouting, “Daddy, look I made a snowman!”

A slight tear escaped his eye but froze midway. The wind was chilly. Jeremy sighed and turned away from the kid who was now on his father’s shoulders pretending to be a jumbo jet. He walked into the room to look if Jacob was dressed.

*****

Jeremy grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He was already late for college and there was some impatient jerk relentlessly ringing the bell. Usually, as per rules Jacob dropped him at college but today he had to attend an important meeting. So he had been left on his own without a Porsche to drive him to the college. He had lost sense of time without Jacob’s routinized presence and had got late.

The doorbell rang for the seventh time now and Jeremy was annoyed beyond control. He reached the door and flung it open; and came face to face with a bouquet of white roses. Taken back Jeremy jerked his head away.

“What the hell?”

The bouquet of roses moved aside and Chris surfaced grinning widely. Jeremy looked from Chris to the roses and back again not understanding what to do. Chris however took his silent confusion as an invitation to enter the apartment. He walked past Jeremy leaving the roses in his grasp and looked around.

“That’s a great place you got here.” He concluded.

“What are you doing here?” Jeremy shot at him bewildered.

Chris turned to look at him surprised. However, comprehension dawned on him and reflected on his face. “Oh! My bad; I came to check how you’re doing. How’s the snooty ass?”

“Excuse me!” Jeremy exclaimed in indignation. Chris merely chuckled and moved to sit on the armchair. He started rocking it and soon made it a kid’s game.

Jeremy who would have got amused in a normal situation was not pleased. “What are you, twelve?”

Chris stopped his rapid rocking and turned to him. With his tongue between his teeth düzce escort he got up and scratching the back of his head said, “Sorry.”

Jeremy inwardly smiled at the cuteness but maintained his show of a stern expression. Chris now came close to Jeremy and with his face inches away from the latter’s face asked,” So, how are you feeling?”

A bit uneasy Jeremy stammered, “I…I’m fine.”

Chris smiled and withdrew. He gave Jeremy an x-raying look from top to toe lingering at the lips and the region which the towel surreptitiously covered. Jeremy suddenly became conscious of his nudity and crossed his arms in front of his chest taking a more defensive stance.

The clock struck nine and Jeremy started. Hell! He was very late now!

“Listen, I’m getting late for college. It was nice of you to have come. See you.” Jeremy shot at Chris.

“Will you have lunch with me?” Chris replied.

“What? Why? No!” Jeremy replied in haste as he began ushering Chris to the exit.

Chris, however, continued his questions while being ushered to the door.

“Dinner?”

“No! I’m getting late!”

“Please! Tonight at 8!”

“What part of No don’t you understand?”

“I’ll pick you up at 7.45! Please!”

“No dude! I’m engaged!”

“Please! It’s a friend thing! Please! Please! Please!

“Fine! Now just go!”

“See you at 7.45 then! Bye!”

Jeremy slammed the door in his face and rushed to his room. As he threw a shirt and jeans on he quickly thought over what he’d just got himself into- dinner with a stranger. This wouldn’t go down well with Jacob. What would he do now? He had to think of something. But for now college!

*****

Jacob looked at Jeremy shutting the door and running to the bedroom. He now appeared in the bedroom quickly dressing in a t-shirt and jeans. Within minutes he was ready and having grabbed his bag, he had rushed out of the apartment. Jacob’s jaw was clenched as he switched off the laptop. It was a good idea that he had got the entire apartment under surveillance. He could keep track of every activity Jeremy did. This guy was getting too close to Jeremy. And how could the boy be ready to go out on dinner with a random man.

Jacob stared into the black screen of the laptop. Why did Jeremy make it so difficult? Why did he have to create problems? Couldn’t he just stay away from anyone and everyone who was a threat to their relationship? Didn’t he realize how important their relationship was? Didn’t he realize how important Jacob was in his life? Didn’t he realize it was he who had come to his aid and supported him in the most testing phase of his life?

Jeremy had to realize that he was with Jacob now. He was Jacob’s and no one else’. He had to learn this lesson. And tonight he would learn it.

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He was stunned when I told him and pleaded with me to reconsider. We had had sex in our usual way, and we were both very loving, not having met for a number of months. In the four years that we had been meeting I think the most we ever met was five or six times a year. This was because our work schedules and times free from family responsibilities rarely coincided and our homes were twenty miles apart. In some ways we were very different. He was seven years older than me (I was 38 when we started) and was self-employed. In fact he was the boss of a small electrical firm, while I was just an employee in a large factory. These differences, and the difference in our education, only added to the excitement of our meetings – and we had much more in common on the sexual front. Neither of us was much experienced with other men but both of us enjoyed wanking; and both of us enjoyed wanking each other. Sometimes we met at his home, sometimes at mine, but after my son was born and my girl-friend (now my wife) moved full-time into my home, my house was not possible, so we sometimes met in my car, down a deserted lane. Usually it was night-time but we once had sex in the car in full daylight and I was terrified that a passing car would see me, my dick sticking out of my trousers and Bernard bending over it, wanking it. After about two years we graduated to sucking each other but withdrawing before we came. Usually I came first, saying “Berny … Berny … I’m going to cum” and he would finish me off with his hand. My orgasms with him were incredibly intense and the results messy. I would have to clean up before I turned my attention and my mouth to him. He never lasted long once I got going, and he liked to keep his hand round my softened dick while I moved my lips up and down his swollen knob. He would gasp “I’m close, Darren … very close …. Here it cums!” and I would withdraw my lips and watch his sperm fountain out of him.

Talking of sperm, my girlfriend – as she then was – wanted to have a baby. She was 35 and said she didn’t mind if I married her or not but she wanted a baby by me. We had been trying for several months before I first met Bernard and we went on trying, but without result. We thought maybe it was my fault so I applied through my doctor to have a sperm test. I told Bernard I was having this done and he just laughed. He had three children himself and he said he’d never seen anyone more fertile than me.

He proved to be right. When the results of the test came back the doctor told me I had enough sperm in the sample I’d given to populate a village.

Doing the test was quite embarrassing because the sample had to be fresh. When I arrived at the hospital I was given a small, sterilised jar like a jam jar with quite a small opening at the top and told by a nurse to go into a curtained waiting area (with a bed) to produce my sample. Not only was this rather embarrassing but figuring out how to get my first jump into the bottle presented problems because I spurt quite high. In fact I took much longer to cum than usual and I partly missed with my first spurt but managed to get most of the next – and the next – into the glass jar. I handed over my sample when I came out with the reddest face I’ve ever had, refused a cup of tea and made a rapid escape to my car in the car-park. As I’d got time off work to have the test I suddenly realized that because it was over so quickly it might be safe for me to visit Bernard, so I phoned him on my mobile and told him I’d just done the test.

“How do you feel ?” he asked, so I told him “All right.”

“Come along and see me, then” he said “And I’ll add some more juice to your little pot. Meet me at my home in half an hour. Don’t worry if you can’t cum again. Just come.” And with that he switched his mobile off.

We bursa escort met half an hour later at his home. He gave me a big hug and offered me a cup of coffee, which I accepted. Usually our meetings could only last about half an hour but today I didn’t need to be back at work for two hours so we could take our time. But we didn’t linger over the coffee – or taking our clothes off once we were in the bedroom. I’d had plenty of time to recover and I was as stiff as a poker. So was he. We stood there, in the bedroom, and embraced, our stiff dicks pinned to our thighs by our mutual pressure. Then I dropped to my knees and took his knob, all wet with pre-cum, into my mouth. He was so excited that he said he was in danger of cumming there and then, so we transferred to the bed, lying there on our sides with our fingers clasped round each other’s dicks. I could tell immediately that I would be able to cum again but he invited me to suck him first by rolling onto his back. He came very quickly in great jets of spunk; then said that he might be able to cum again in a few minutes, so we talked quietly for a bit until we found we were both stiff again. This time we did a hand job on each other, both at the same time, and I soon felt the unmistakable sensation of cumming. As my sperm burst out for the second time that day I said “And I thought it was you who were going to cum again.” I don’t think there was so much juice this time, but even so there was still quite a lot, and this time I felt satisfied and tired – too tired, too satisfied to finish the job on him. He didn’t mind. He just said “That’s great, Darren. For a second go you’ve produced a huge amount of spunk. We’d better clean up and get back to work.”

It was not long after that first sperm sample that my girlfriend told me she thought she was pregnant and it was confirmed a month later. During the seven months that remained of her pregnancy I met Bernard twice and each time he asked after her health with real concern. The same happened two years later when my daughter was on the way and it was from Bernie that I took the advice to have the vasectomy after she was born. It did seem odd to be having this affair while I was also having a family, but I can only say that we were genuinely fond of each other and shared similar feelings about sex. We were also very well tuned to each other whenever we were able to meet, which was not often. That’s not to say that we didn’t like sex with our wives too. We did – but we enjoyed each other’s dicks too. I usually came first when we were together, hoping to keep the best – Bernie’s cum – to the end. I think he thought mine was the best, so we were well matched.

Writing this reminds me of three years later when I had had both my kids and had my vasectomy. After the op I had to wait five days, using a rubber when I had sex with my wife, and then give a sperm sample to test that there were no live sperms in the spunk. It was the same hospital and I had the same small bottle to produce my spunk in. This time I knew the ropes and was less embarrassed about it, but it gave me another opportunity to see Bernard with a safe excuse for being away from home. So I phoned him on his mobile and he said he would go to his home and wait for me there. Half an hour later we were in each other’s arms and about ten minutes after that we were both shooting wads. He was a passionate but gentle lover and I always felt safe with him. It never took either of us long to cum once we were lying down together.

It had, of course, to end. And it was Bernie who wept after I told him. There were no reproaches. He thanked me for everything we had done together and said I had always been as honest with him as he had been with me. I got into my car and drove away with sadness in çanakkale escort my heart, but also relieved that the affair was now over and I wouldn’t have to tell any more lies about where I was going. My wife had begun to be suspicious about my going out and wondered if I was meeting another woman now that she was tied up with a young family. I asked him not to phone me, and he kept his promise. For three years I often thought about him but all communication between us was at end. Then one day, while I was having a week’s holiday from work, I was in a large DIY store when suddenly I saw him come in through the main doors with a woman by his side. My feelings were all confused. Part of me wanted to hide – but where ? I was in the row which contained all the paints and I didn’t know where he would be heading. But another, deeper part of me wanted to meet him. I had never felt guilty about what we had done together. It had seemed totally natural, I had been fond of him and still thought about him quite often.

He stopped near the entrance and I could see him talking with the woman and pointing down one of the aisles. Then they separated and she went in the direction he had pointed at and he came towards the shelves of paints. At least I had some forewarning, whilst he had none. I was reaching up for a tin of paint (to hide my confusion) when he saw who I was. There was a start of recognition and then he said in a low voice “My God – Darren !”

I put the tin back on the shelf and turned towards him. “Hi !” I said, simply.

He put his hand out as if to shake mine, then thought better of it and – turning to see if the woman had disappeared – said quickly, “Meet me outside in two minutes by my car. It’s parked to the left of the entrance.” And he turned and went through the exit, leaving me to follow him after he was out of sight. I never thought of not doing so. His request had been too urgent for that. He had opened his car door when I reached him and was pretending to look for something. He straightened up when he saw me and this time he did shake my hand. “It’s great to see you again, Darren.”

“It’s great to see you too,” I stammered.

“Look, we haven’t got long” he said, urgently. “My wife returned to me two years ago and she’s in the store there. We had such a good thing going, you and me. Do you think you could bear to meet me again – even if it’s only once per year ?”

How could I resist ? The warmth of his voice and the pressure of his hand caused an instant swelling in my groin. I couldn’t say no because all my feelings for him – as his for me – were returning in full flood. “I’m on holiday at the moment” I replied. “That’s why I’m here. I’m buying paint to redecorate the downstairs of my house.”

“And your kids – and your wife – are they well ?” he asked.

“Yes – fine. How are you ?”

“I miss you – I’ve always missed you” he said. “Otherwise fine. Look, if you’re on holiday, is there any chance you could come over tomorrow ? My wife is going shopping all morning. You could take a tin, the wrong shade of paint, back home and say you’ll get it replaced with the right shade tomorrow. I’ll get the shade you really want and you can come directly to my home and take it back when we’ve finished.”

It seemed like a pretty good idea to me because it gave me a good excuse. “OK” I said, “About eleven o’clock then ?”

He nodded, and we went back separately into the store, met again near the paint tins and I took the wrong shade and he took the right one. Then, without further speech, we went in different directions down the aisle and he rejoined his wife while I went to the checkout.

That night I could hardly sleep. After my wife got up to give the kids their breakfast I was sorely tempted çankırı escort to have a wank but I managed to avoid doing so by going to the bathroom and running myself a cool bath. Even then my stiff dick stood up and looked at me questioningly, as if pleading to be pulled off there and then. Somehow I managed to stop myself and somehow I remembered to put the tin of paint in the car before I set off.

The journey took nearly forty minutes and he was at the door to meet me. As soon as he had closed it behind me he took me into his strong arms, hugged me and kissed me on the lips. Then he ran his fingers through my hair as we both pressed our bodies against each other. I got an immediate erection and felt with my free hand down to his crotch to see if he had one too. He did, of course, and there was only one place to go – and to go there at once. Once in his bedroom it was a matter of seconds to take off our clothes and there we were again, after three years, stark naked and facing each other with dicks sticking out in excitement. We embraced in the space at the foot of the bed, pressing our dicks into each other and after a minute or two I slithered to the floor onto my knees and wrapped my fist round his long pole while my lips closed softly over his knob. He drew his breath in deeply as I did this, then gently withdrew his dick, saying that he was so excited that if he was not careful he would cum all over the carpet.

We climbed onto the bed, where he took charge. His fingers had all their old magic as they explored my chest, my nipples, my belly and my thighs, and I was almost ready to burst by the time he placed his hand on my dick. As he did so he moved down the bed so that he could enfold my knob with his lips while he stroked my shaft with his hand. I lasted about thirty seconds before telling him I was going to cum. He withdrew his lips and I spurted onto my belly. It was the quickest I had ever cum in my life. While I was still pumping he kept stroking me gently, then, when I had finished, he placed his lips softly again on my throbbing knob. It was a kind of heaven and I groaned and laughed with the same breath. Then, when my dick had subsided, he put his finger in one of the pools of spunk and rubbed it into the skin of my belly, joining up all the separate pools in the process. After that he handed me a piece of kitchen paper he had brought up with him and I cleaned up, while he lay back waiting for me to attend to him.

He didn’t last very long either. If it was twice as long as me it was still only a minute ! He came with a bucking of his hips and a massive shudder. “You’ve been saving that up, haven’t you !” I said and he agreed, saying he had been looking forward to it for the last three years. I then treated him as he had treated me – gently caressing the softening knob with my lips and spreading his spunk all over his belly. We talked quietly for a few minutes, relaxed and at peace with each other, until we reckoned I would have to go. We agreed we would try to meet once per year and I gave him my new mobile phone number, but I already knew once a year would be too little and that twice would be more likely, however difficult it was to find a time which suited us both. And he remembered to give me the tin of paint, which I might otherwise have forgotten.

A few weeks later he phoned me on my mobile when I was finishing work – the time we had agreed for any communication. It was to wish me a happy 46th birthday. He asked after my house painting and told me how his wife had been looking in the cupboard where he kept his tins of paint and had said – all unsuspectingly – “I thought you had got a darker shade than this ?” We both laughed at this.

In my car on the way back home a dog ran out into the road in front of me and I had to brake sharply to avoid it. Now that I was a little older than he had been when we first met, surely it wasn’t true that you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks – so long as the “old dog” was human. He was 53. It really is never too late to learn – if you enjoy the good things that life has to offer !

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I love my master’s cock. In fact, I worship it, and him. I am in love with him. I will do anything to please him, including kneeling before him, showering his cock with my love.

He loves to have me suck his huge, beautiful uncut cock everyday. He always makes me take his sweet, salty semen on my face, in my asshole, or in my mouth. It is never wasted. In the time we have been together as Master/Husband and Slave/Mistress/Slut, I have taken gallons of his sperm into or onto my body. If I were a woman, he would have made me pregnant with his child dozens of times.

I am completely submissive with him, and he is more than just my Master. He is my lover and my protector. I live to serve and please him. If I do not please him fully, I am disciplined. If I am not behaving correctly, I am disciplined. I take care of his sexual needs and urges, and anything else he requires me to do.

I live in his home with him. He allows me full run of the house while he is at work, but I must complete my chores, and be showered and waiting for him at the front door when he arrives home, dressed in whichever outfit he has ordered me to be wearing. It is always something sexy, erotic, or feminine, or it may be nothing but my black patent leather 5″ spiked heels. My Master loves me in high heels, so I am always required to wear them, never taking them off except to shower or bathe.

If I unintentionally break one of Master’s rules, I am always punished in some way. He is very creative in his choice of punishments, and while he is fair, he is very stern. He does not like to be challenged, questioned, or disobeyed. Punishment may consist of only a spanking with his hand, all the way up to confinement in the Cage.

The Cage is the strictest punishment. It is just tall enough for me to kneel or sit in. A small stool is bolted in the center. Attached to it is a very, very large butt plug, which I am forced to sit on completely. My ankles are then pulled back and tied securely to the sides of the Cage with ropes. Leather straps are places around my thighs, which are then pulled apart and tied to the Cage walls. My arms are pulled to the top of the Cage with my elbows and forearms touching the cage ceiling, my hands pointing behind me. Ropes are used to bind my wrists and elbows tightly to the bars. A thick leather garter belt is placed around my waist, and chains attached to it are pulled down behind me and fastened to the Cage. If I have not correctly pushed myself firmly onto the Plug, it is now forced deeply into my asshole. Then my Master gags me with either a ball gag or penis gag. Then he attaches nipple clamps to me, which are pulled forward and up, attached to the bars in front.

I am now in a very uncomfortable position, but if I had not disobeyed Master, I would not be in this situation. My back is very erect, my rectum is stretched and filled completely, and my nipples are tightly protruding from my chest. The bindings allow only very slight movement, but doing so sends waves of pain shooting through my nipples or my asshole.

Master may leave me here for anywhere from two hours up to a full day, payment for the worst infractions.

Master likes me to act and look feminine. I am not allowed to wear jeans or pants. If he wishes me to be fully clothed so we may go out, I am required to wear one of many dresses or skirts that he has purchased for me, or Daisy Duke shorts and halter tops. I sometimes am required to wear these at home, but usually I am wearing lingerie, bikini bathing suits, a French Maid’s uniform, or just my high heels. Master likes me to wear lipstick and eye shadow, and other types of makeup according to his whims. He regularly shaves me, because he likes me smooth. bitlis escort When I am told it is time to be shaven, I must quickly strip and assume the position.

He often brings guests home. Depending on their purpose, I may be chained in the Dungeon, or required to serve or service them.

Master’s cock is very beautiful. It is nine and one-half inches long and five and three-quarters around. It is uncut, and one of my chores is to wash his foreskin each day. It is topped by a bulbous, blunt, purple mushroom head. His balls are about the size of golf balls, and are contained in a thick, hairy sac. I adore his cock, and I love to suck it for him. I would suck it all day long if I were allowed. My Master will let me suck it gently, just taking a few inches into my mouth so I can flick my tongue across the head, or he may hold me by my hair and force-fuck all the way down my throat.

Master owns my asshole. He has said so. It is his asshole to do with as he pleases, when he pleases. Sometimes he makes love to me gently, slowly, and tenderly, holding and caressing my body as if we were newlyweds. Other times he is abusive, forceful, and demanding. He may fuck me in all sorts of positions, or tie me up and fuck me over and over for hours until my (His) asshole is raw.

We live in the suburbs of a big city. There are several wooded acres behind the house, and we have good neighbors. None of them suspect that we are anything more than a quiet, reserved couple. If the weather is nice, we go for a nightly walk in the woods after dinner, holding hands and kissing, or just talking. Sometimes he doesn’t fuck me, but usually he wants me to suck him off, or bend over a fallen log and take his cock up my asshole. We sometimes play bondage games in the woods. I can usually tell what to expect from him during our walks based on the clothing he wants me to wear, but not always. He is very careful to keep me guessing. If I am wearing only lingerie, leather, or a nightgown, I am to be fucked. If I am wearing a sundress or shorts, I will likely only be required to suck his long, hard penis until his jizz explodes in my mouth. Either way, whenever we walk in the woods, I am wearing my high heeled shoes.

At bedtime, after we have finished having sex, I remove whatever clothing I have been wearing, except for my heels, and he helps me fit into a black leather corset with an attached cock-and-ball cage. I give my Master a massage until he falls asleep. Then, I am allowed to go to sleep also.

In the morning, I am to be awake before him, and have his breakfast ready when he comes downstairs. Before he leaves for work, he removes the corset and cock cage, and gives me my instructions for the day. He gives me a goodbye kiss, and I go about my chores.

On weekends, we may go out, invite friends over, or stay home alone. I almost always get fucked on weekends, sometimes many times, by many men. Master often brings black men home to sample me. They are always extremely well hung, sometimes longer and thicker than Master, and are very aggressive and demanding in bed. They do not tolerate mistakes.

They do not like foreplay, and they often enjoy tying me up into various positions before filling me with their thick cocks. Like Master, they demand that every drop of their sperm be shot inside my body.

If Master and I are alone, and he needs to come but doesn’t wish to get up from watching television, he may direct me to take his cock while sitting on his lap. Or, he may request that I simply kneel and suck him off.

When we are out in public together, I am always required to wear a corset and girdle. He may hold my hand if he is feeling loving, or just wants bolu escort me to know his dominance. If he is not holding my hand, I am to walk a step behind him, and I may not speak without permission. Otherwise, I am permitted to show him affection and obedience.

We often shop at Lingerie Boutiques, women’s clothing aisles, and adult book stores. Sometimes, he orders me to kneel, take out his cock, and place my tongue under his balls, resting his beautiful cock on my forehead. I am not to move until I am told, at which time I must tip my open mouth up to him, allowing his cock head to fall against my tongue, without letting it drop. He then pumps my mouth until I am rewarded with his scrumptious cream. We get many unbelieving looks when we do this, and although I may be embarrassed, I know that if I fail him I will be punished. I do not want to fail my Master. I willingly submit to any punishment he sees fit to administer, but I am upset if he is angry with me. To lose Master’s love and guidance would crush my spirit.

I am punished regularly for slight infractions. He is disappointed with my imperfections, so I strive very hard to learn from him.

I was last punished severely on July 22, 2001. He came home early, and I did not hear him pull into the garage. I was not kneeling at the door, head downcast, legs spread, hands on my thighs with my pals upwards. As the door opened, I raced to my position, but it was too late.

My punishment was to include a fisting and a severe flogging with the Cat o’ Nine Tails whip.

First, I was led to Master’s basement dungeon, and ordered onto the examination table. This is a cushioned, three-way folding bench that raises and lowers. The frame is made of chrome tubes, so it is easy for him to bind me in any position necessary. Master instructed me to assume Position # 31, which is on my knees, my arms straight down below the surface of the table, with my face turned to the side and my cheek flat on the table. My ass must be jutting out towards him, so that he does not need to reach.

He then cuffed my ankles together, and tied my wrists to the sides of the table. I lay very still, awaiting the first caress from Master’s loving whip.

CRACK!

The first kiss of the whip stung me directly across both cheeks, sending a shiver up my spine and causing my toes to point, straining in the heels.

CRACK!

Landing in exactly the same place, Master’s whip flicked savagely across my butt. I knew now that he was sorely disappointed with me, and I felt ashamed. If only he would let me suck his wonderful cock….

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Three hard blows in rapid succession. I flinched with pain, my ankles rising a bit from the table, but I dare not whimper. My ass cheeks were stinging and growing hotter with each caress. Master paused for a moment, and then he changed hands, coming around so that I could see him behind me. He looked blankly at me, and I pleaded with my eyes for forgiveness. I only wished to please him, but the whipping was his way of showing me his love. I knew that he cared for me.

CRAAAACK!

The last blow is always the hardest, so that I may know when the whipping has reached its conclusion. Using both hands, Master drew back as if he were swinging a baseball bat at a 95mph fastball, and the final kiss swept over my reddened ass. A cry of pain caught in my throat, but I managed to let only a puff of air escape my lips.

“I love you, Master”, I said. This was permitted.

He did not speak. I remained still, awaiting the final stage of my punishment, the fisting. He went over to the wall, and removed the fisting harness he had made. It was a studded leather burdur escort affair, with straps that go around my thighs and hooking under the cheeks of my ass. Four additional straps ran from these loops, two in front and two in back, up to a collar around my neck. Once in place, the straps could be cinched tightly, forcing my ass to be spread wide apart. This apparatus also makes my asshole pucker out towards him.

Once I was fully strapped into the harness, Master began to slather me with lubricant. My ass cheeks were burning with pain, but he seemed oblivious to my torment as he began working his fingers inside me. Since this was meant as punishment, not pleasure, he did not take his time. He pushed and jabbed at my hole, forcing more fingers in with each thrust, deeper and deeper. I tried to relax, but it was difficult, as I knew I must press back towards him and not shy away from his intentions.

I felt him stop poking me with his fingers, and I knew he must have the fingertips on their way inside. From this point on, I could expect only a simple, slow, forward thrust. I knew he would not damage me, but if I were to be taught a lesson in obedience, I must receive a fisting I would not soon forget….or enjoy.

My legs stiffened as Master pushed forward. The pain began as I felt myself being stretched, first by his thumb, then his palm. I am permitted to cry out during a fisting, as long as I am not too loud.

“UUUHHHH!” I groaned, biting my lip. He was not quite fully in, which is the widest and most painful part of his fist. As good as it would soon feel to be clenching only his thick wrist, I knew the worst was yet to come….pulling back out.

At that moment, Master smacked me sharply across the ass with his free hand while driving his fist fully into me. I cried out again as his hand slid completely inside me. Now, his left hand massaging my thigh, the fingers of his right began massaging my prostate until I began to come erect. I knew he did not like this, but I had no control over it.

He did not say a word. I hoped that it would be over soon. I knew that the longer he stayed still, the tighter my asshole would clench around his wrist, making his exit excruciatingly painful.

Though it seemed like forever, eventually he began to twist his fist back and forth, the signal that it was about to be removed. As he pulled back, the bluntness of his fist quickly forced my anus to its widest, again causing me to cry out, just for a moment, followed by the relief of his fingers tapering back out. It was finally over. My punishment was complete. I would not soon forget my transgression.

Before I was released from my bonds, Master stated his desire to have my asshole. Once untied, I was to go immediately to the mattress and assume Position # 5. I would be on my knees, face down on the mattress, with my hands reaching back between my legs to hold my ass open for him.

I was then untied, and I stiffly, but quickly, walked to the sex mattress and placed myself on it, in position. My asshole was on fire, and very tender, even to my own touch. Master was feeling sadistic tonight. I knew that if he wanted my ass again so soon after such a severe punishment, I could expect no mercy. I was going to be fucked brutally.

With my back to him, I did not see his approach, nor did I see him remove his clothing. Still, I was sure that his massive 9+” cock was already erect and straining towards the ceiling. In a few short minutes I would feel its anger.

Master stepped onto the sex mattress as I patiently, obediently waited for his loving touch. Stepping behind me, he crouched down and gripped my waist with his strong hands. I quivered with the anticipation of accepting his magnificent penis inside my body. Silently, he bent at the knees, and his tool was first in my crack, the mushroom head searching, grinding against me. Then, suddenly, a hard thrust, and he was in me!

Oh, YES! My Master’s cock was inside my asshole, where it belonged!

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