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Part Two! Thank you all for your feedback on the Part One! You are all great and I appreciate your diligence through the slow start. So, as promised, the next instalment is here!

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Movie Night

Jacks: 2005

I let Raymond ahead of me to pick our seats. He heads straight for the back of the theater, which I appreciate. Just when I think that he’s going for the very last row, he quickly moves to the two seats by themselves on the left side of the isle. My buddies and I call these the “lovers chairs.” I feel the nerves hit my stomach again, the butterflies threatening to escape. There has to be a furious blush across my face. I’m suddenly very thankful for the dim lighting in the theater.

We settle into our seats and he immediately breaks into his candy, and I start in on the popcorn. It’s quiet, but far from awkward. It’s comfortable. I take notice to the fact that we’ve both put our drinks away from each other, leaving the middle armrest empty.

Why am I so nervous? This isn’t a date.

Even as I continue to repeat this in my head, I can’t help but feeling that I’m wrong. But it’s presumptuous of me. Just because I’m feeling this attracted to this boy doesn’t mean that he feels anything near the same for me. What am I feeling?

Stop overthinking!

The lights go down rather quickly. I’m thankful for the complete darkness. I steal a glance at him, even his profile is beautiful.

As the previews begin to play, something unexpected also begins- his commentary. For every trailer that plays, the jokes role, very quietly and only for me to hear. I try as hard as I can to stifle my laughter. I grip the armrest between us to keep my composure. My laughter gets caught in my throat as I feel his hand remove my fingers from the armrest and tangle them with his. My heart threatens to break through my rib cage.

I wasn’t wrong! I’m not alone in this!

Then the pull begins. Suddenly I just want to be closer to him. I shift in my seat so that I’m as close as the armrest will allow. I look up just in time to see the look of relief on his face before he looks over to me and gives me a beaming grin. My face matches his as I turn back to the screen. His commentary picks up right where is left off, and I’m in stitches. But, this time his warm breath on my ears feels much different than it had. It sends a shiver up my spine and goosebumps down my arm; it fuels the pull.

We’re mid-way through the movie, and I’m quite comfortable- even though we’ve both made ourselves as close to each other as we can manage with the damn armrest pushing into my ribs. His movement pulls my attention to him. He uses his other hand to pull the armrest back, taking the separation from between our seats.

He leans even closer to whisper that, “the damn thing hurt.”

Now our bodies are touching and I have to actively fight the pull that I still feel. I go back to pretending to watch the movie in an attempt to distract myself from how good the heat of his body feels next to me. I try to concentrate for about twenty minutes before I sneak another glance in his direction.

I turn and find that I’m staring into his beautiful brown eyes. They shine from the reflection of the screen, looking as if they’re on fire. I see the need that has to be a direct reflection of my own. As soon as he sees it, he moves so quickly that it takes my mind a few moments before I can process what’s happening. His hand tangles into my hair, he’s only bayburt escort centimeters from my face. His eyes are pleading. I don’t let myself think, I give in to the pull.

I close my eyes and I feel him inhale sharply as his lips meet mine.

Reunion

Jacks: 2017

He clears his throat, bringing me back to the current setting. I quickly release his hand and immediately miss his touch. I gesture toward the chairs in front of my desk, “make yourself comfortable.”

He follows my orders rather mechanically. I can’t blame him for being a bit uncomfortable. It’s been so long. A million and one questions cloud my mind as I take my place behind my desk.

Where did you go? Why did you leave? Did I do something? If I did, what was it? Can I make it right? Did you ever need me the way that I so desperately needed you? Was there- is there somebody else?

The last question makes me flinch a little, and I hope that he hasn’t noticed.

“So,” I begin as impartially and formal as I can with the man that has haunted my dreams for years, “How are you, Mr. Santiago?”

He coughs a laugh at the sound of his last name, “I’m well. I was nervous. Now I see that there isn’t a need for that,” the right side of his mouth comes up in a wry grin.

“Oh isn’t there?” I’m glad that we’re attempting lightheartedness.

His smile immediately falls, and the previous pain retakes it’s place on his beautiful face.

Shit. What did I do?

I quickly change the subject, “Hey, there’s a time and a place. It isn’t here or now,” I start, “but there is going to be one,” I clarify. I will get the answers that I need. But not now, “So, you got Harvard.”

It’s not a question, but he answers anyways, “Yes. Harvard. I graduated at the top of my class.”

My memory hasn’t done his beautiful face any justice. I have to look down at his resume that I’ve kept in front of me. This way I’m not gawking, “yes I see that. I’m surprised that it’s taken you this long to find us,” I raise my brow at him, challenging.

“I didn’t exactly have to find you. I’ve had my eye on M&A since I applied at Harvard,” He chuckles- it’s an addictive sound-” But my resume had some beefing up to do.”

When I look up, his eyes are narrowed at me. Almost accusatory. But he quickly looks at a spot over my shoulder so that I can’t make eye contact. I don’t need to see his eyes to know what he’s thinking. ‘Yeah, I had to beef up my resume with some wins, yet here you sit. A year younger than me, and somehow you’re the head of the firm. How does that work?’ It’s exactly what everybody thinks. It was blind faith on Monroe’s part- and the one good thing that my father ever did for me. But that doesn’t mean that it’s been all smooth sailing. From the second that I stepped into this office I’ve had to prove myself. I’ve had to prove that I deserve what I’ve got. And I’ve done a damn good job. Not a single loss to my name, and I keep to myself.

I’ve been quiet too long, “You’ve done a good job of it. Not a single loss. You’re good,” I slip in the complement in, and before I can stop myself I add, “I knew that you would be.”

When I meet his eyes again, they’re blazing.

Movie Night

Remmy: 2007

He’s laughing. So I don’t stop. My friends hate my sarcastic side comments through the trailers, but my beautiful boy enjoys it. I could not be more pleased. It gives me confidence that I’m not reading the situation wrong. He’s attracted bilecik escort to me. I wonder if he feels it, too- the magnetic pull. In a moment of pure bravery, I reach over to where his hand in gripping the armrest and tangle our fingers together. His laughter stops, but he doesn’t pull away. In fact, he gently squeezes my fingers in confirmation. He immediately shifts in his seat so that our arms are pressed more firmly together. I look up to meet his eyes, and I can’t fight my smile.

He returns my smile for a moment before he turns his eyes back to the screen. I lean in- a bit closer this time- and continue my tacky retorts to the clichés filling each trailer. But they’re not nearly as good as before. He doesn’t seem to notice that I’m distracted. All of my senses are consumed by him: his delicious smell, his hushed laughter, the heat radiating off of his body. I can’t focus. Even as the movie begins and we are silent. I can’t seem to pay any mind to the plot at all. All that I can think of is how badly I want to be closer to him.

He seems to feel the same. The closer I adjust myself to him, the closer he gets to me. The damn armrest digs into my ribcage. I have to get it out of my way. I whisper that it’s hurting me by way of explanation to why I’m moving it, but that’s not even half of it. Now there’s nothing keeping me from him. We’re as pressed together as public decency will allow. But the pull doesn’t stop. It isn’t satisfied. It wants more. I want more.

I can’t take my eyes off of him long enough to even pretend to watch the movie. The light coming off of the screen lights his face, making him look dark and mysterious. I try to commit his profile to memory: straight nose, shinning blue eyes, strong jaw, and those damn delicious looking full lips.

It takes me a moment to realize that his full lips are facing me. I meet his eyes for only a second before I can’t fight it anymore. I tangle my hands into his hair and pause not a hair’s breath from his lips, begging for his permission. He closes his eyes in surrender, and I can’t stand it any longer. My mouth is on his.

Finally.

I try to control myself, to be gentle and slow. But it seems that Jacks wants none of that. His kiss is hard and desperate. I don’t mind one bit. I open my mouth to him, and his tongue is immediately tangling with mine. My body feels as if it’s on fire as I pull his body to mine. But it still isn’t enough. I need to be closer to him. But not here. Not in public. It will only be a matter of time before somebody sees our indecency. We need to get out of here. But his mouth just feels so damn good on mine. I can’t stop the sensual movement of our lips.

Somebody somewhere behind us clears their throat, and I’m snapped out of the trance that my beautiful boy’s kisses have put me under. I pull far enough away from him to meet my eyes. His are wild with need. I register the hurt in them from my pulling away. Our breathing is ragged as I grab our jackets and his hand. He gives me a questioning look, but doesn’t hesitate to follow me down the stairs as quickly as my shaking legs will carry me. Once in the lobby, I slow my pace so we don’t attract any unneeded attention. I try to let go of his hand, but he only squeezes mine tighter. I look up at his flushed face, and he’s giving me a face-splitting grin with very kiss swollen lips.

I pick the pace right back up.

Once outside he asks, “where are we going.”

It almost stops me in bingöl escort my tracks. I hadn’t really thought it through. I just know that I have to be alone with him, “I’m not completely sure. I hadn’t gotten that far,” I admit.

We both start laughing, and I pull him to my truck. He doesn’t hesitate to get into the passenger side. I’m peeling out of the lot before he can finish buckling in. He doesn’t say anything in the short drive to a lot behind an abandoned strip a few blocks away. The silence doesn’t have time to get awkward. The anticipation is like electricity sparking in the air. I put my truck in park and before I even have a chance to toss my keys to the side, he’s made his way across the bench. He unbuckles my seatbelt for me and quickly pulls my body flush to his.

His mouth is on mine just as fierce as before. Within seconds my pants are uncomfortable, my erection straining against my zipper. His tongue tastes of movie theater butter, and I find myself immediately addicted to the taste that I’ve never before been fond of. But it’s mixed with a flavor that can’t be anything but 100% Jacks. He’s delicious. I release his hair and move them to his hips, guiding him to lay back. The movement gives me euphoric joy as it presses our crotches together. I’m pleased to learn that he’s just as turned on as I am.

I start to grind my pelvis into his- which sends the most delicious shock through my system- and he pulls back just long enough to moan, “Remmy.”

Remmy?

I’m not one for nicknames, but his lust filled rendition of my name is my new favorite.

I take a second to really look at him in this state: eyes wild, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, beneath me.

I press my lips against his again. This time slow, passionate in a different way than a few seconds ago. His lips move expertly against mine, “you’re good,” I can’t help but tell him, but then again, “I knew you would be.”

Reunion

Remmy: 2017

I can’t control my expression as he says to me my lustful confession from that night. It seems like a lifetime ago. Hell, it was a lifetime ago. And all that time has done nothing but make him more beautiful. My heart aches harder the longer that I look at him- but I can’t seem to stop. He’s trying his hardest to keep it professional, for which I am grateful. I struggle to follow suit. There is just so much that I want to say. But as he so well put it, there is a time and a place. The promise that he made after so justly pointing that out has my stomach in even tighter knots.

Speak you idiot, “thank you,” I quickly brush off his compliment and move on, “after graduation I started to train my eye.”

He cocks his head to the side, and I don’t think the gesture is suppose to be as alluring as I find it, “training your eye for what?”

Good. He’s sticking to the interview, “cases that will win, and the ones that…won’t. I need only a quick overview of a client before I decide if it’s a valuable use of my time or not.”

“You seem pretty proud of your methods. To what do you owe all of your success?” They way that he cocks his brow, I know that he is challenging me.

Bring it on Mr. Andrews. I clear my throat and sit back in my chair, a movement that may have come across too cocky to anybody else, but not Jack. I steeple my fingers together and rest my elbows on the arms of the chair, “I pride myself on being good at people.That being said, I know a winner when I see one,” I give him a very pointed look.”

“Do you, now?” He raises both eyebrows, and we’re back to lightheartedness. He returns my pointed look and replies, “I’d like to believe that I, too, have this talent. That being said,” he stands behind his desk and extends his hand toward me, “Welcome aboard Mr. Santiago.”

Holy shit.

What???

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This story involves acts of both sex and romance between consenting adult males, so if that’s not allowed where you live then you should march in the streets. If you enjoy the story, I’d love to hear from you. Thanks for reading.

* * *

It wasn’t the explosion that alarmed him. It was the silence.

In the aftermath, as the dust–and metal, and body parts–settled, he heard nothing. Nothing at all. Not even a muffled, muted facsimile of the screams and sirens and shouts that surrounded him, surrounded them all.

Silence.

The explosion had ruptured his eardrums and so shocked his auditory nerves that he wouldn’t hear for days, and never again as well as he had before. As he looked around, trying to sort out what had happened, trying to move, he saw a silent film of devastation. Grizz, who had been at the big gun, took the worst of it. There was little left to be sent home; the biggest parts were still gripping the handles of the gun. A pink mist descended; he looked up to see where it came from, and knew that it was all that was left of Grizz and who knows how many other guys–he wasn’t sure who had been closest to the IED when it detonated.

He could smell burning. Oil, fabric, flesh.

Someone touched him on the leg, shook it hard. He couldn’t hear them shout his name, he couldn’t feel them pulling his legs to get him out of the burning remains of the transport. He felt himself moving, then spinning, and then darkness came as if his eyes had given up too.

Silence.

* * *

“Will? Will, can you hear me?”

Light. Too much light. And what was that? A voice?

“Will, I need to you to focus. Can you hear me?”

It was a voice. He could hear, a little. One side, anyway.

“I … ah–“

“No, no, don’t try to talk. You sucked in some bad fumes there. Your throat’s going to be a bit rough for a while. Can you open your eyes for me?”

He tried, but they were stuck. He felt a warm, wet cloth swab over his eyes, and then he could open, and blink, and try to focus.

“Good. Can you see okay?”

He nodded.

“Do you know where you are?”

He smiled weakly. Where else in the entire world would something like this happen to somebody?

“Afgha–,” he croaked out, painfully.

The nurse nodded once, and made a note on the clipboard.

“Well, you were, until about 5 days ago. You were brought here after the attack, and we’ve been waiting for you to come around. Welcome back, soldier.”

“Thanks,” he coughed, and then fell silent.

“I’ll let you rest. You have some work ahead of you, Will. But we’ll get you patched up and on your way as soon as we can.”

He lapsed back into unconsciousness, to experience an endless, silent replay of the explosion, as he had non-stop for the last 5 days.

A few hours later a buddy from his unit stopped by his bed. Their conversation was a simple one.

“Grizz?”

A shake of the head.

“Peters?”

A slow shake.

“Donnelly?”

A tear ran down the cheek as it rocked from side to side.

Silence.

* * *

The next morning, he was better able to hear, more willing to see, and eager to talk. He waited until the same nurse came by to check on him, and then he tried out his voice again.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” he said, his voice sounding scratchy and higher than he remembered it being.

“Yes?” she asked, coming close to him, her head cocked, smiling.

“Juliet.” He said the word like a prayer, like a wish.

She squinted at him a moment, and then realized what he meant.

“Oh, your wife! Yes, of course. The doctor spoke to her the first night you were here, and then again after the surgery. She’s aware of your condition. In fact,” she leaned closer to him, speaking more quietly, “He said that she’s taking it real well.” She smiled, as if she knew this was something he was worried about.

He fixed her with a puzzled gaze. She paled.

“Oh–oh my. Has the doctor spoken to you? Oh, honey, I’m so sorry. I assumed that–I marked on your chart that you were conscious and responsive, and when they see that they always come by to talk with you. Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“What … is … it?” He pled with his eyes to be told, to know what it was that his wife of only a year was taking well.

“Let me get the doctor, honey,” she said, and in an instant was up and gone.

Advances in surgical technique have revolutionized battlefield medicine, but every human endeavor has its bounds. There was nothing the doctors could do to reverse the paralysis that would leave Will’s legs useless for the rest of his life. The considered him extremely “lucky,” however, in that his paraplegia did not seem to have completely disabled his lower abdominal systems. He was continent, could control his bowels, and there was a chance, his urologist assured him brightly, that he might someday regain sexual function.

Will did not feel lucky.

Heaped with bad news, he was shipped home for several months of rehab at a VA hospital near balıkesir escort his hometown–if you consider two states away to be “near.” Juliet joined him there, and was involved in his treatment, at least at first. She had been relieved to see that he looked pretty much the same as when she saw him off for his tour 6 months earlier. He had always been the most handsome man in the room, any room, and he still was: a shock of brown hair, clear golden-brown eyes, the wide smile and the broad shoulders. Just that now he was in a wheelchair. Forever.

He worked as hard at physical therapy as he worked at everything he did in life: school, jobs, the service. If he was going to be in a wheelchair, he was going to go strong. He lifted weights every day, building what had been a lithe and defined torso into a sculpture of muscle and tendon. He built up his endurance in the wheelchair, until the staff, inspired by his dedication, took up a collection for a racing chair so that he could rack up the miles smoothly. And his legs remained still.

As Will worked to regain his strength, Juliet’s focus turned to the family she had hoped to start. She pushed the urological team to come up with new options to restore his virility; surgery failed, Viagra left his heart fibrillating, an implanted pump would be useless without the muscles for ejaculation. She pushed and pushed and when that came to nothing she nagged and cried. Finally the team made one more suggestion: that she manually stimulate his prostate in order to encourage an erection and jump-start the ejaculatory system. It was a somewhat unlikely prospect, but it was the last thing they could offer.

“You want me to what?” she asked in a flat monotone.

“Mrs. Patchett, it’s a very simple procedure. You simply lubricate and insert your finger–“

“Oh my god you cannot be serious. Did you just use the word ‘insert’? He’s a man, for god’s sake!”

“Yes, Mrs. Patchett, he is. And this may help him feel even more a man. Once you have inserted your finger, you simply locate the prostate gland by–“

“I’m going to be sick! There’s no way I’m going to diddle my husband like a prom date. You people are out of your minds.”

“Please calm down. Now, if manual stimulation is out of the question, you can also use an electrical stimulator that you simply insert–“

“A dildo? An electric goddamn dildo? I can’t listen to any more of this. I’m leaving.”

And she did, leaving the urological team–and Will–out of options.

That night, the nightmare replay of the explosion was replaced with a new horror. Will found himself, in his chair, naked, surrounded by people he knew. As he focused in on them, he saw that they were friends of his from the army, from college, all the way back to high school. Then he noticed they were all naked, and sporting enormous erections. They laughed and pointed at his tiny, shriveled member as they stroked their own grotesquely large cocks. Meanwhile, Juliet made her way around the circle, pausing to lick or kiss or suck each prick, sighing and moaning as she went. Suddenly, the heat and noise rose to an unbearable pitch, and Will saw the cocks start to shoot. Long, flowing streams of white jetted out of every one, arcing high in the air and landing on him, covering with smelly, sticky spunk. He sat, soaked, in the middle, knowing that he would never experience sex again. He awoke in a sweat–a flaccid, panting sweat. He realized then–felt the truth of it in his gut–that he would never again experience sex.

Will eventually settled into a long-term rehab routine with a new therapist at the VA across the city he called home. Lucas was Will’s age, and they hit it off immediately, both as therapist and patient and, soon, as friends. After working in the clinic for a couple of weeks they started running together, Will in his racing chair and Lucas running barefoot alongside.

For the first time Will started to feel as strong as he had been before the explosion, and he sometimes could go hours without remembering that he was a paraplegic. His spirits were lifting. He felt it was time to push on something that Juliet had been unwilling to do.

“Come on, hon, just give it a try. For me?”

“No, Will. It’s disgusting.”

“But if it works, we could start a family. Do you really want to give that up?”

She looked at him, unconvinced.

“Look, it’ll be easy,” he said, as he lifted himself off of his chair and onto the bed. He pulled his sweats off, as well as his shirt, and he sat before her, naked. He moved his legs apart, and lay back a bit.

His body still had the power to move her. From his head down to his waist, he was completely normal–more than normal, in fact. The wheelchair work had built his upper body to a steely strength that was breathtaking; his pectorals were slabs of pure muscle, and his abs were tightly cut into an eight-pack. His cock, of course, he had not been exercising, but it was still the long, silky wonder that it had always been. She started to bartın escort think that perhaps she could figure out a way to make this work.

“Just give it a go, okay?” he pleaded.

“Oh, all right,” she finally said. “But I’m going to stop if it gets too weird.”

“Okay. Whatever you say,” he assured her.

She took the bottle of lube from him, and greased up her finger. She brought it to his anus, and began to push. Her finger suddenly slid in, all the way. He gasped and jumped a bit, and she panicked and pulled out.

“That was great! I could totally feel you in there! That’s a good sign, they said. It means that some of the nerves are still connected.”

But Juliet was looking at her finger, slick and shiny with lube, and at Will’s ass, spread wide and pink from the friction of his first penetration. She suddenly retched and bolted from the bed, to the bathroom, where she could throw up in peace.

Will was devastated. He slid back over onto his chair and wheeled to the bathroom. he pushed the door open, and saw her sitting on the edge of the bathtub, crying. She looked over at him, naked and pathetic, his pale, withered legs sitting hanging uselessly, his cock curled, flaccid, in his lap. She saw him for the first time as the sad case he was: he’ll never walk, never fuck, never do anything worth doing. And now there were tears rolling down his cheeks to complete the look.

“Juliet, I know it’s hard–“

“No, it’s not hard, and that’s the problem,” she spat at him. She saw this pain this caused him, and she backed off. A bit. “Look, I love you, but I can’t do this. I just can’t. I’m going to pack a bag and get out of here for a few days, and then we’ll work stuff out when I come back.”

She never came back.

* * *

Will waited for three days, knowing in his heart that she would not return. But he didn’t leave the house, in case she decided to do what she had said she would. By the time Lucas called to find out why Will had missed several therapy appointments, he had admitted to himself that it was over.

“She left? Just like that?” Lucas asked, in disbelief.

“Yeah. Just like that. I don’t know where she is, or if she’s even coming back for her stuff. I’ve just been sitting here, waiting.”

“You mean you haven’t left the house in three days? What have you been eating?”

“Oh, there was some stuff in the kitchen. It’s mostly gone now. Hey, I had to learn how to do this stuff on my own sometime, right? I guess now is the time.”

“Look, I’m going to swing by and see how you’re doing, okay? Just sit tight.”

“Lucas, there’s no need for that. I can take care of myself. If I’ve learned anything through this experience, it’s that.”

“I’d feel better if I could see for myself that you’re okay. I’ll be by in 15 minutes.”

Given that Will lived 20 minutes from the hospital, he was impressed by Lucas’s determination to get there in 15.

He was there 12 minutes later.

Will rolled to the door, opened it, and let in a distraught Lucas.

“Oh my god, Will, are you okay? What can I do?” Lucas paused to breathe. “Okay, so we know what’s first. You smell like the Green Bay Packers’ laundry hamper. We need to get you in the shower, pronto. Now, where’s the bathroom?”

Will chuckled at Lucas’s boisterous entrance, and pointed down the hall.

“Let’s roll,” Lucas called as he pushed Will briskly toward the bath.

The house had not yet been modified to accommodate Will’s chair, so he had indeed not been able to bathe himself without Juliet’s help. Arriving in the bathroom, Lucas started the water going, and then he helped Will undress and lifted him out of his chair and onto a jury-rigged shower bench. Slipping into his professional role, Lucas began to tend to Will.

“Dude, I can wash my own hair,” Will protested as Lucas worked his scalp into a froth.

“Oh, sorry!” Lucas laughed. “I got carried away. I’ll step out now and leave you to it.”

“Will you stay in the room, though? It’s been pretty lonely here.”

“Of course. I just feel so bad about what happened with Juliet. I don’t mean to pry, but–okay, I’m going to pry. What the fuck happened?”

“I think it was building for a while. She really wanted a family, and this,” he pointed to his legs, “means that I can’t give her that. I guess she kind of snapped. I’m not the man she married.”

“That’s horrible. You’re every bit the man you have always been. Anyone can see that.”

“Well, the one who needed to see it the most didn’t, so now that’s over.”

Will finished his shower, and Lucas helped him dry and dress.

“Look, Will, you can’t stay by yourself in this house. Nothing’s been set up for you to live alone here. You can’t get your chair near enough to the shower, and the kitchen needs to be reworked, and there’s no way you can get to the second floor.”

“Yeah, but what am I supposed to do, check into a motel? I can’t afford that.”

Lucas knew he shouldn’t, but he went ahead anyway.

“Come batman escort stay with me.”

Will looked up at him in disbelief.

“What?”

“I said, come stay with me. My place is all set up for a chair. My older brother was in one–he’s the reason I went into physical therapy. He lived with me for years.”

“But there’s no reason why you should have to take care of me. I mean, your brother, that’s one thing, that’s family, but–“

“And Juliet was your family, and she decided not to do it. So, here I am, and I want to help. Please take me up on it.”

Will considered this. It had been depressing being alone in the house, not to mention frustrating–the coffee was on a high shelf, which he tried to reach for two days before grabbing a broom and whacking everything off of it at once. It would be a relief not to have to do everything himself.

“Okay, for one night. But tomorrow I’m going to get some stuff changed around here so I can be here on my own again.”

“Deal. Now, what do you need to take?”

Will gathered up clothes, and medicine, and his toiletry kit, and was pretty much ready to move in two minutes–like a good soldier. Last to go in was the laptop, which reminded him that he hadn’t checked his email since before Juliet left. He opened the laptop and saw that she was still logged in. Her email was up on the screen. He was about to log her out when a phrase caught his eye:

“He wakes up screaming, which is bad enough, but when he doesn’t wake up it’s even worse, because he thrashes around. I’m afraid he’s going to hurt me.”

What the fuck? Juliet wrote this to her sister, about a week ago. There was more, much more:

“They say that PTSD shows up about four to six months after this kind of injury. That’s what it’s been, and I’m noticing changes. PTSD is the only thing that explains his anger at being paralyzed.”

“He’s just wasting away. I mean, his legs just dangle there. I cry myself to sleep every night thinking of what he was when I married him.”

And, finally:

“He’s sinking into depression, and once that happens I know I won’t be safe here. It’s one thing not to be able to have the kids I’ve always wanted, but it’s something else to feel like my life is at risk.”

Hot tears filled Will’s eyes, and ran down his cheeks. Was he really the monster that Juliet claimed he was? Could he have hurt her in his sleep? Was he “sinking”? His pride in what he had accomplished despite his injuries evaporated, and was replaced with shame and doubt and guilt. He had ruined his marriage. He had driven her away.

“Ready to go, Will?” called Lucas from the front door.

Will cleared his throat, and replied.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on my way. Just needed to grab a couple last things. Be right there.”

He shut the laptop and rolled down the hall.

The drive to Lucas’s house was less than an hour, and they got there just before dinner time. They stowed Will’s pack in the guest room, which had been Lucas’s brother’s, and then settled on the back porch with a six-pack and a sunset. They were polishing off the beer before either spoke.

“So, what do you want to eat?” Lucas asked, in the most upbeat tone he could muster.

Will was silent.

“She left me, dude. She just left.”

“Yeah, she did. Do you think she’s coming back?”

Will snorted. “Hell no. Once she does something, it stays done. She’s gone 6 years not talking to her cousin because she borrowed a dress of hers without asking. Something like this? Never. She’s gone for good.” Will tipped up his third beer. “And this is fine for dinner. Chewing is overrated anyway.”

“You have to eat. I’m guessing you’re not vegan?” Lucas grinned.

“Heh. No, not really. Anything would be fine. I’m not picky, I’m Army.”

“Well, I’ll try to scare up something that will be better than MREs. And I’ll grab another of these,” he said, picking up the paperboard beer holder.

Lucas grilled, Will ate, they both drank. And they were thankful for the company–Will because he needed to know that someone would be willing to stay in his presence despite the risks, and Lucas because his house had felt empty since Michael finally succumbed to his illness last year. He enjoyed having someone to care for, and Will was smart and funny and easy to get along with.

A cat entered the screen porch, meowing insistently. Will reached a hand down and rubbed its head, and it purred contentedly.

“Cat person, huh?” he asked Lucas.

“No, not really. Michael was, though. She was sort of a companion animal for him. She was always with him, even after he ran over her tail a couple of times. Since he’s been gone, she just wanders around complaining at me.”

“She’s nice. What’s her name?”

“Pebbles. But if you want her to come, all you need to do is open a can of something. I gave her tuna once, and from then on she hears the can opener, she’s there. Drives me up the wall. But she reminds me of Michael, and having her around is like a link to him.”

“You miss him,” Will said simply, not a question.

Lucas sighed. “I do. Even though I took care of him most of my life, he was always my big brother. After our parents were gone, he was all I had.”

Will raised his glass–they had switched to whiskey sours after dinner–and said, “To Michael.”

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I’m so sorry that this has taken so long. I’ve been incredibly busy with school. I’m not sure whether this will be the ending that everyone has been hoping for or not. However, I hope you enjoy it. I won’t be writing for a while after this is posted because I’ll be finishing up my last year at college. Sorry! Let me know your thoughts as always. Thank you for your time!

I quit my job. I just quit with no warning and no plan. It was two days ago after I got back from Brawnee Falls. Originally, I planned on using my remaining vacation time as “me time”. Then I realized that I didn’t really want to spend time with “me” right now. So I called my office and planned to end my vacation early. I started that day like any other. I wasn’t happy with my job, but it paid the bills and I was good at it. However, that day, everything felt wrong. Everything that had previously irritated me felt increased tenfold.

I started thinking Why am I here? What purpose is this serving? I deserve better than this. If the whole Bryson debacle taught me anything, it’s that I deserve to be happy. I decided right then that I wouldn’t ever be happy with my life as a whole if I was unhappy with any aspect of it. I needed to find work that made me feel purposeful. Work would never be a party, but it could at least feel better than this. I got up from my desk and moved towards my boss’s office. We had a very brief discussion. I had never had much of an effect at the office because I had been so unhappy there. He didn’t argue to keep me, but he did say that he would miss such a hard worker. I would work for the next two weeks and then my time would be my own. After I got out of work that day, I called Alex.

I heard Alex’s voice say “Hello?”

“I quit my job.”

“Well, hello then. I think that’s a good thing. You hated it anyway. Do you have any idea what you’re going to do?”

“Not exactly. I decided today that I wanted to quit so I just…did it. I’ve never made a decision like that before. It’s kind of exhilarating. I’ve been thinking about it, though. I have enough savings to last me for a while. I’m going to take my time and look for a job that really interests me. I think I might like to do something more in the lines of advertising and less direct PR. I don’t really know, though.” I had been thinking about it ever since I quit that day. I enjoyed the marketing aspects of my job. There was something else that I’d been thinking about and I brought that up to Alex. “I also think I might want to move out of the city?”

“And go where?” Alex asked

“I don’t know. Anywhere. I’ve been thinking that it might be nice to move a little closer to home. It was really nice seeing my family.”

“Then, do it! Move here to Brawnee Falls, Noah. You can be happy here. I’ve almost got 75% of the town smiling at me in public. I’m making so much progress.” Alex joked.

“You know I can’t move to Brawnee Falls, Alex. Bryson is in Brawnee Falls. I just meant somewhere near there.” I finished with a cringe. It still hurt when I said his name.

“Oh, did he get Brawnee Falls in the divorce? That’s ridiculous, Noah. This is your hometown, too.” Alex huffed.

“I’ll think about it.” I said, but I knew that I wouldn’t think about it. I wasn’t ready to move back to Brawnee Falls and see Bryson every day.

I got off the phone with Alex right as I was arriving at my apartment. After I entered my apartment and closed the door, I sighed and looked around. My apartment was kind of a mess. I suppose it was some sort of analogy for how my heart and mind were at the moment. Being that my mission was to stop just accepting unhappiness, I decided to clean up. For the past couple nights, I had been sitting here sulking and thinking of Bryson.

After I cleaned up, I began my search for a new job. I did research into different jobs and decided that I was definitely looking for something in the marketing/advertising field. The next two weeks passed pretty quickly. Besides researching potential jobs, I had to research places to live. I knew I didn’t want to stay in Chicago. I wasn’t happy here and I had very little tying me here besides my apartment, for which I had to find a sub-letter. I talked to Alex multiple times and he always tried to persuade me to move back to Brawnee Falls, even going so far as to give my name and number to a friend of his who owned an advertising agency in the town over. I could live in Brawnee Falls and commute there in 15 minutes. I was tempted, but then I would consider the pain that would accompany seeing Bryson again and I would reconsider. Finally, I decided that it couldn’t hurt to call the owner and get an idea of what the job would entail. The owner’s name was John and I could tell 5 minutes into the conversation that this job was an awesome opportunity. It was a better salary and more interesting work. John seemed great and we really got along. He offered me the job, but I wasn’t ready to commit. I asked him if I could think about it and get back to him. I hung up the phone and sat on my floor. I had already ardahan escort started packing some stuff up and, as I looked around my apartment, I realized just how alone I was. I deserved to be around people that loved me. I had so much waiting for me in Brawnee Falls: my parents, my brother, and my newfound friendship with Alex. I didn’t have to see Bryson if I didn’t want to. I could live in the town that the agency was in and just drive the 15 minutes to go see my family. I could insure that Bryson wasn’t there when I went to visit. I had made my decision. I was going to live my life for me now. I wasn’t stupid. I knew that I would eventually see Bryson, but I would cross that bridge when I came to it. I called John back and accepted the job. I planned to start in a month, which gave me enough time to sublet my apartment and find an apartment down there.

I called Alex to tell him the good news.

“You took the job? So you’ll be living in Brawnee Falls?”, he asked.

“No. I’m going to live in Fairfield, where the agency is, but I’ll come see you guys all the time.”

“Noah, I know I’ve been pushing you towards this. But are you sure you’re ready?” he asked, with concern in his voice. “You know what, Alex? If I don’t do it now, I never will. I want to do this and I’m not going to let Bryson affect my decisions anymore. You heard what happened. He screwed up, not me. It’s been a month. He knows where I live. If he wanted me back, he would have done something. He wasn’t ready to come out. I can’t blame him. It’s not like I’m open about my sexuality either. I just thought that it meant more, you know? I need to get over him, for good this time. He’s my brother’s best friend. I’ll never be able to avoid him entirely.” I said with a confidence I didn’t know I had. I believed the words as I spoke them. I loved Bryson, but I couldn’t let him destroy me.

“That’s good. Here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to take a week and find someone to sublet your apartment and then you come down here and stay with me until we can find you a place in Fairfield. You can hide out from Bryson if you want, but I want to hang out with you. Plus, I never liked the idea of you all alone with no friends up there in Chicago.” I laughed at Alex’s mother hen behavior.

“Ok, Mom. Sounds good.”

“You’re a smart ass. I don’t know why I’m friends with you. I’m a saint, I guess” Alex joked.

“Goodbye, Saint Alex” I said and hang up.

It only took me a week to get my apartment sorted out. I packed all of my stuff in my car. It was amazing how little belongings I actually had. I had rented a furnished apartment, so I only had knick-knacks to move. I would have to buy all new furniture when I got down to Fairfield. Maybe my mom could help me find that stuff. The thought of my mom sprucing up my apartment made me really happy. It gave me a sense of home that I hadn’t had in a really long time.

As I drove to Brawnee Falls, I considered my future. I needed to be open about my sexuality. I’d always thought that being open was shoving it down peoples’ throats. I never wanted attention and I thought that, by admitting I was gay, I would be drawing everyone’s attention to me. I never wanted to be defined by my sexuality. That was my biggest fear. I never wanted to be described as “gay” because that wasn’t all that I was. Now, however, my experiences had taught me that, while I still don’t want to be described only as “gay, it’s nothing to be ashamed. I should be proud of who I am. Yes, I am a gay man. I’m also a smart, strong, creative, loving, caring, friendly, and funny man. The right people would describe me with the right adjectives. And I shouldn’t worry about the wrong people. They could describe me however they want because I won’t listen long enough to know. Brawnee Falls may not be ready for me to be gay, but I was ready to be gay in Brawnee Falls. If Alex could do it, then I could too. Granted Alex wasn’t from Brawnee Falls, so there would be significantly more scandal once people found out that one of Brawnee Fall’s own was a homosexual. I can’t even imagine the uproar that would occur if Bryson ever came out, which was unlikely.

I arrived at back in Brawnee Falls approximately a month after I’d left in such an emotional flurry. I felt a little tug on my heartstrings, but I wasn’t as destroyed as I thought I’d be. I was learning more and more that I was stronger than I ever gave myself credit for. When I got to Alex’s house, I grabbed my overnight bag and walked to the door. I knocked on the door and waited. I heard the shuffling of foot and a muffled curse as he ran into something. The door opened and all I could see was Alex’s big smile and his outstretched arms. I dropped my bag and accepted a big hug. It was the first time I’d seen Alex since the whole Bryson debacle. Although we’d kept in touch and I considered him to be my best friend at the moment. As I stepped back from the hug and was reminded of just how attractive Alex was, I cursed my stupid mind and heart for not being sensible artvin escort and just falling in love with Alex. He was clearly the better option. Alas, the heart wants what it wants. Better men than I have tried and failed to change their hearts.

“How are you, kid?” Alex asked as he grabbed my bag from the floor and dragged me inside.

“I’m…alright, I guess.” I said.

“Well, that’s enthusiastic.” Alex deadpanned.

“I’m really actually fine. It hurts. Of course it does. It was like your favorite fairytale coming true only to crash around you later. I’m surprising myself, though. I’m stronger than I thought.”

“Of course you are. You’re a strong person, Noah. You can get over him, assuming you actually want to get over him. There’s no chance of reconciliation?” Alex asked hopefully. Alex had strangely always been a supporter of Grayson. He understood Grayson’s shortcomings, but he always wanted to see the best in people. He always said that he felt possibility for Grayson and me. I didn’t share his optimism, but I wanted to.

“I don’t think so. Who knows? I didn’t think there was a chance of me sleeping with him either and look how that turned out.”

“Touché. Let’s go get something to eat.” Alex said while putting his arm around me.

For the next week, Alex and I looked at apartments around my workplace. Everything was either too small, too shabby, or the apartment building was inhabited by creatures from the blue lagoon. Not exactly what I was looking for. I was getting very disheartened.

As we were driving back from looking at an apartment that looked like it belonged on Law and Order, I started seriously reconsidering my decision to move out here. Was it stupid? Was I doing the right thing? Would I be happ-

“STOP!” I practically screamed.

Alex jammed on the brakes. Thank god there was nobody on the road behind us. I couldn’t peel my eyes away from the window. I was looking at my home. In front of the car was a two-story Victorian house that was the perfect size with a wraparound porch. The most perfect part about it was the “For Sale” sign in the front yard. It looked old, but recently renovated. I walked up to the house and felt an instant connection. As I walked up the stairs and ran my hand along the railing, I was enraptured by the tale I had spun only a couple months ago involving Bryson, me, and our family on a wraparound porch that was very similar. Perhaps what I liked most about this house was that it reminded me of him. Maybe not healthy, but I didn’t have to admit that to anyone but myself. As I pulled myself out of my reverie, I looked over at Alex.

“Is this the one?”

“I think so. I need to call the agent. I want this house.”

“You haven’t even seen the inside. What if it’s falling apart?”

“Well, then, I know a strapping young gentleman, and by that I mean you, that will help me fix it up.” I looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Alright. Let’s go back to my place. You can call the agent on the way.”

I placed the call to the agent and we made plans for me to see the house the very next day. It was perfect because I really wanted to get things settled before I started work the day after next. After I hung up with the agent, I went into the kitchen to find Alex. He was working on dinner.

“Well, I have plans to go see it tomorrow. Want to come?”

“Sure, if you go before I have to work at 3.” He said while stirring the noodles.

“I never understood your work hours. People really go to a strip club at 3 in the afternoon?” I questioned.

“You’d be surprised.” Alex laughed.

“Honestly, Alex, why are you working there? I don’t mean to insult you, but you’re so smart. Why aren’t you doing something more than being a bartender?” I asked. It wasn’t especially tactful, but I was stumped as to why Alex was working at a job that is so below his intellectual capabilities.

“I’m just in transition, I guess. I can’t figure out what I want out of my life. One day, I want to be a writer. The next day, I want to be a travel photographer. I’m too varied. I’ll figure it out eventually, though.” Alex shrugged.

I didn’t have anything to say to that, so I moved on. We talked about music, history, and movies. After a delicious dinner, we grabbed our glasses of wine and sat on the couch. We sat facing each other and talked about our hobbies. As our conversation tapered off, our eyes met. I was overwhelmed by how much we had in common and the urge to just be with someone who cared. We both leaned forward and our lips met. His lips were soft and warm. He was a good kisser.

“So…that was…” I stammered.

“Yeah, there was nothing there, was there?” Alex finished.

“No. I’m sorry. I wanted there to be something there, but there’s just no…spark. God, that’s so cliché.” I winced.

“It’s fine, Noah. We’re friends. If there was something romantic between us, that would be an added bonus. I’m just happy to have you as a friend.”

“Alright, I’m going bodrum escort to bed. We’re meeting the real estate agent at the house at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning.”

I hugged Alex and went to the guest room. As I lay in bed, I thought of Bryson. I haven’t seen him in over a month and he still lingers in my life. I was doomed. I just have to accept my fate. Maybe once I’ll get the house, I can buy 37 cats and turn into the crazy old man with a bunch of cats. I rolled over and tried to fall asleep. I had a big day tomorrow.

In the morning, Alex and I met the real estate agent, Ashley, outside the house. She was a kind, middle-aged woman in a skirt suit. I got the same feeling I got yesterday when I drove by the house. It felt like a place that had meaning for me. I didn’t know why.

We walked in the front door and we were met with a small foyer that had a hallway with arches leading to the living room and dining room and a swinging door leading to the kitchen. There was a small bathroom downstairs, as well. There was a wooden staircase leading upstairs where there were two bedrooms and a bathroom. Every room was beautiful. The house had wooden floors throughout, except the wonderful tile floors in the bathrooms. Alex and I commented on each room and planned where furniture could go. I decided then and there to take the house. I knew these decisions were generally supposed to be more well thought out, but I’d been making well thought out decisions for the majority of my life and look at where that got me. I was standing in the living room while Ashley went to grab the paperwork when I felt arms surround me from behind.

“You’re going to be very happy here. It’s a beautiful house. Ashley told me that it was just completely redone.” Alex said as he hugged me.

“Thank you.” I said as I put my hands on the arms wrapped around my shoulders.

We heard a little gasp and turned around to see Ashley standing there. I panicked. I had never let someone in Brawnee Falls see me with a man. This was a huge turning point. I decided not to be ashamed of it, though. Even though Alex and I weren’t technically a couple, I had nothing to hide. I stared Ashley in the eye and dared her to question us.

“I didn’t realize you guys were a couple! Oh, that’s so exciting! You guys are too cute. This house is perfect for a young couple. The neighborhood has a lot of kids too, if you are ever planning on adopting. Although, I read that a lot of gay couples are hiring surrogates nowadays.” Ashley gushed.

I moved to correct her about our relationship status, when Alex kissed me on the cheek and said, “We’re still deciding on kids, but we love the house. It’s the perfect place to start our life together.”

I gawked at him and noticed the mischievous glint in his eye. He was playing a prank on poor sweet Ashley. I figured there was no harm in it so I played along. I hugged, flirted, and stared adoringly in all the right places. Ashley was dutifully charmed by our pretend love. She left the room and came back with all of the paperwork in her hand.

“Well, everything looks to be in order. Only one more thing, the renovator of the house had one stipulation in selling the house. He wants to meet the people that are buying it beforehand to make sure that they’re good people.” I panicked once again at the thought of some burly construction worker denying me my house because we were a gay couple. “Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ve just called him and discussed the fact that you two are homosexuals and he doesn’t care. He said he just wants people who will treasure the house. I think you’ll pass that test with flying colors. We’ll meet at the house again tomorrow, if you don’t mind.”

We made plans to meet tomorrow at 10 in the morning. I worried the whole night. After Alex went to work, I sat on the couch and thought of a laundry list of things that I could do wrong tomorrow. They ran the gamut from throwing up on the renovator to setting the house ablaze accidentally. Completely ridiculous, but still in the realm of possibility. I finally wore myself out to the point that I could retire to bed. In the morning, I awoke with renewed energy and confidence. I would get this house if it killed me.

We met at the house and Alex and I resumed our loving couple act. Alex thought it was funny and I obliged because I thought it was harmless. It seemed to truly fascinate Ashley. We were hugging and discussing our plans for children, when I heard someone clear their throat. I turned and my arms fell to my sides as all the blood left my face. Standing there was Bryson Ganton, love of my life, with an equally shocked look on his face. I saw the pain in his eyes as he looked from me to Alex. Oh god, Ashley told him we were a gay couple and he walked in on us planning our children’s names. He doesn’t know this is just a game. As I looked back into his face, he put up a stony wall. He moved into the room and said, “Well, this won’t take as long as I thought. I know these two. They’ll be great homeowners. Very happy together. Go ahead, Ash. Sell it to them. I wish them the best.” He said the last part with a little bitterness as he was heading out of the door. I heard the front door open and close. I couldn’t take it so I ran after him. As I pulled open the front door, I saw Bryson resting his head on his arms on the hood of his truck.

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I’ve always thought of myself as being straight. Yet, here I am sitting on a chair in your kitchen, with your hands on the back of my head forcing your hard cock deep inside my throat, while my middle finger slides in and out of your asshole, fucking it. I smell the musky odor of your crotch as you finally bottom out inside me and your balls slap against my chin. How did I let you talk me into this? If I’m so straight, why is my dick so hard?

You pull your prick out of my mouth and caress my cheeks. “Would you like me to talk dirty to you?”

I nod my head yes.

Your eyes gleam. “Kiss my cockhead, you dirty little cocksucker. You love having my shaft shoved between your sexy lips, don’t you?”

I can feel my cheeks getting hot from blushing. I give your cockhead a soft kiss on the tip, then I wrap my lips around the head and slowly slide my tongue along the underside, back and forth, teasing you. I taste your salty, slightly sour precum in my mouth, and feel it coating my lips. My middle finger inside your ass must be hitting your prostate, because you groan and rapidly pump just your cockhead between my lips. I tighten my lips and apply more pressure to the silky skin of your head as it slips in and out, my lips kissing the tip on the outstroke and then sliding over the ridge of the helmet as you push back in.

You reach inside my shirt and knead my shoulders, then work lower onto my shoulder blades. I moan. The vibration from the moaning must feel good on your cock because you grunt and thrust your shaft deep inside my throat. I’m gagging a bit, but it feels good to be giving you so much pleasure, and even better to have my back muscles rubbed, taking away the soreness from my workout at the gym today.

I remember how we met at the gym today, when you offered to spot me while I bench-pressed. I remember how I started to get a bit hard, looking up at the weights and seeing the bulge in your shorts as you stood over me, your hands poised to catch the heavy bar laden with weights, your eyes giving my crotch an amused look and then grinning at me while I blushed in confusion. I remember how we talked afterwards, and your deep voice oh-so-innocently suggested I come to your house and have a beer with you. I remember the knowing, not-so-innocent gleam in your eye when I hesitantly accepted.

I snap out of my reverie when you say, “Unnh. You better stop sucking, or you’re gonna have a mouth full of cum. Or do you want to take my cum inside your slutty little mouth?”

I shake my head no, which is a bit of tactical mistake, since your cock is still inside my mouth and the vibration from shaking my head is liable to release your sperm.

You give one last pump, then pull out. “Stand up.”

I stand, and you slide my shirt off, then lean in to kiss me.

I turn my head aside, refusing.

You laugh. “You’re OK with my prick shoved between those sexy lips, but my tongue is too intimate?”

It sounds kind of silly when you put it that way, so when you press against me and push your tongue against my lips, I part them for you and your tongue slips inside. It’s not a gentle kiss. You’re fucking me with your tongue, letting me know you’re in charge here. I let you take me in my mouth. I let you push your cock against my groin. I let one of your hands reach around me and knead my aching back while the other unzips aksaray escort my pants and slips inside. You fuck me with your tongue and stroke my stiff cock while I wonder at how you managed to get me to agree to allow all these intimate, dirty things to be done to me.

You quit kissing me and say, “Turn around and let me rub oil on your back. Put your hands on that countertop.”

I do so.

You open a cabinet and take out a bottle of vegetable oil, then step behind me. “Spread your legs.”

I look over my shoulder. Oh, no. Why does he want me to do that? “I — I don’t think I should –”

You slap my ass hard enough to make it sting. “I said spread them, bitch.”

I meekly comply, opening them a bit for you.

“That’s better, you little tart. Any more backtalk, I’ll swat your ass again.” You put your strong hands on my inner thighs and push, and I spread them wider. I watch over my shoulder as you pull your T-shirt over your head, then unbutton the waistband of your pants. The pants drop to the floor, and now you’re naked except for the socks on your feet. Your kick the pants free of your feet, then step between my legs and rub your stiff dick against the cotton sheathing my hard buttocks. You kiss my cheek and say, “Better. Look at my little virgin blush. Never had a man do this to you, hunh?”

I shake my head no.

You keep rubbing your cock into my ass while you open the bottle of oil and drizzle some onto my back. You start rubbing it in, your strong hands grabbing and kneading my shoulders and spine and the sides of my ribcage.

“Oohh,” I say. “Don’t stop. It feels so good.”

You reach around and rub some oil onto my cock and start to stroke it. You press your chest against my back, your skin hot from the pumped up metabolism you get after a workout. Your other hand slides around to my front and rubs oil onto my tiny nipples while you kiss my neck.

“Huuh,” I grunt. “That feels good. Please don’t stop.” I close my eyes and moan.

You rub my nipples until they get hard, as your cock keeps rubbing into my ass and you stroke my dick. Then you unbutton my pants and slide them off me.

You put your lips to my ear and whisper, “Bend over.”

“What — why do you want –”

“I want to rub your ass, that’s all. Do you want me to slap you again?” You push down on my back, and I reluctantly bend over. I feel so vulnerable, naked and gleaming with oil, bent over a countertop with my legs parted and your hard cock pressing against my asscheek, but it’s exciting, too. I’m hard as a rock, and waiting for your hands to touch my ass and make my buns shiny with oil, too.

You step back a bit and pour oil on my lower back. A lot of oil. It runs down over my buttocks and down my asscrack, and some of it trickles down my legs, tickling my leg hair. Your warm hands cup my buttocks for a moment, then you begin spreading the oil all over my butt and my hips. You stroke my cock and I wiggle my hips with pleasure. Your other hand presses into my lower back, easing the tension from the workout.

Your hand slides down from my lower back and into the cleft between my partly opened cheeks. I gasp from the shock. A finger starts circling my hole.

“Oh, no,” I say. “Not there. Please.”

You pull your hand out, and I feel a moment of relief. amasya escort Then you swat my ass hard.

“OW!”

“I said no backtalk. Want another slap, bitch?”

“Please. Don’t. I’ll be quiet.”

“You better.” Your hand invades my cleft again, and now your finger is pushing against my hole. I try to escape the pressure, but I’m bent over with my hips pressed against the countertop and there’s nowhere to go. Your finger slips inside, and I bite my lip against the pain. I don’t say anything, though — my buttocks must be red already from the two slaps you gave them, and I don’t want to provoke another.

You start pushing inside. “Do you like my finger inside your virgin hole?”

I stay silent, blinking back tears.

“Do you want me to take it out?”

I nod.

Your finger slides out.

I sigh in relief, thinking you’re done, but then you start pushing your cock between my cheeks.

“No, please — not in my ass.” I tense, waiting for another slap, but it doesn’t come.

You grasp my hips. “I won’t put it inside you, I promise. I just want to slide it up and down between those sweet cheeks of yours. It’ll feel good, I promise. OK?”

I look over my shoulder and meet your eyes. “I — I — I guess so.”

“Good girl. You’ll enjoy this.” You begin sliding your hard cock up and down my slit, and you’re right. It does feel good. It feels so sexy having your cockhead brush against my rosebud, over and over, while I’m bent over and vulnerable and giving you such pleasure. You’re grunting and thrusting, and your hips and hard belly are sliding up and down my buttocks, warming them. You press your hand against one of my legs, and I take the hint and let you lift it up and place the knee on the countertop. This opens my asscheeks even wider, and it feels so sexy and erotic to be open and waiting for the strong hard man who’s behind me, taking his pleasure.

Your cockhead pauses in the middle of a stroke, pauses on my asshole, and now you’re grasping your shaft and rubbing your cock in circles around my hole and muttering, “Does this feel good, slut? Do you like my cockhead slipping around your sweet puckered hole?”

I groan with pleasure. “Yes. Yes, rim me. I like feeling your cockhead against me.”

“Is your sweet boypussy tingling?”

“Oh, god, yes. Don’t stop.”

And then you start pressing in.

“What the fuck? You promised you wouldn’t.”

The pressure increases. “I just want to put the head inside. Unnh. Unnh. It won’t hurt, I promise. Open up for me, dammit. Take my head inside your ass.”

I wriggle and try to stop you, but I’m helpless. You’ve grabbed my knee that’s up on the countertop and you’ve pinned it in place. And, you’ve got your other hand pressing down on my back. And, you’re right, it does feel good despite the mounting pressure. God help me, it feels so sexy to be vulnerable and waiting to take your cock inside me like a woman.

“OK,” I gasp. “But just the head. Be gentle. Please.”

You press harder, and your cockhead pops inside me. You pause with it buried inside me.

“Unnh. Ow. Ow. Arrg,” I grunt. “It hurts. You lied.” I look over my shoulder into your grinning eyes.

“I didn’t lie. It doesn’t hurt me a bit.”

“You lying son-of-a-bitch!”

“Shhh. OK, I’ll take it out.” antalya escort

Your cockhead slips out, and I sigh in relief. But then I feel more oil drizzling onto my open hole, and you slip inside again.

You release the hand that’s been pinning my spine to the countertop, and rest your chest on my back and whisper in my ear, “Is it feeling better?”

And you’re right. It doesn’t hurt so much. It’s actually starting to feel good, having you inside me.

You murmur, “Do you like being my woman? Do you want my cock in your ass?” You kiss my neck and stroke my hair, and your other hand slips between my hips and the countertop and touches my now flaccid cock. My cock stirs.

“Yes,” I hear myself saying. “Yes, I like being your woman.”

“Good. Now let me put some of the shaft in your pussy. You’ll let your man do that, won’t you? You want me to feel good, right?”

I sigh, loving the feel of your hand on my stiffening cock. “OK. But, please be gentle.”

“OK. Here we go. I’m going to start fucking you slowly. Tell me if it’s going too fast.”

It feels surreal. A few hours ago, I was a straight man working out in a gym, and now I’m oiled up and bent over, and I’m telling you to fuck my ass, take me like a woman. How did you manage to talk me into this?

You start pushing into my ass. It stings a little, but I’m starting to feel a warmth and tingling in my core spreading out to my extremities as my dick responds to your hand sliding up and down. You inch inside, bit by bit, until you bottom out. You begin rubbing oil on my balls as you slide all the way out except for the tip of your cock.

“Beg for it,” you say. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

You grasp my hip with your free hand and plunge inside. I hear a slapping, squishing noise as you bottom out and your hard belly smacks against my buns. You start fucking me, pumping in and out, slowly at first then picking up the pace. “Are you my bitch?” you ask.

“I’m your bitch.”

“Take my cock, slut. Take it all the way inside your cunt.” You take your hand off my cock and grab one of my shoulders, seeking more leverage so you can drive your hard prick as deeply as possible inside my ass. You’re grunting and sweating and slamming into me at top speed, and I’m bent over and taking my man’s lust, letting him fill me with his hardness. I love being your woman. I love being taken roughly and unleashing your desires.

“I’m cumming,” you shout. “Aaaah.” You grab my hips with both hands and thrust as you cum deep inside me, shooting your sperm into my depths. “Ooooh.” You sigh and collapse on my back. Your sweat mingles with the oil on my back.

Then you reach around and touch my stiff cock, and that’s all I need to go over the edge. I moan and spurt my seed on the cool countertop beneath me.

We lie there, panting for breath. You reach down with your free hand and give my buns an affectionate squeeze, while your hand on my softening prick squeezes and milks the last of the cum out.

“Mmmm,” you murmur into my ear, and nibble on an earlobe. “That was a great fuck. We’ll have to do that again.”

I lie there, feeling your racing heart pounding against my back. I slip my leg down from the counter, enjoying the feel of your legs between mine, and your cock softening inside my boypussy.

“Yes,” I say. “I want to be fucked like a woman again.”

We lie locked together on your sticky countertop, and I lazily wonder what other things I can do to please you and stir your lust.

You stroke my hair. “My sweet bitch. I love being in your cunt like this.”

I love it too.

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The last thing Brady expected when he walked in to the band room was to fall in love. He was going to ask the band director to find a recording of the National Anthem to play at a weight lifting fundraiser, but of course the eccentric woman wasn’t there. Brady was in no rush to return to class and he figured that as a senior juggling student council and football, he had earned the right to be a lazy bum. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, feeling like passing out from the exhaustion of his hectic life.

Piano music drifted from one of the practice rooms. It was a slow, melancholy piece that made chill bumps rise up on his arms. He followed the sound, almost helpless under its power. He had to hear more of it, see where it came from.

He found the source of the sound. A thin, pale boy with dark hair that was longer than most boys in the small town of Westmore wore their hair. It looked soft though, shiny. The boy’s eyes were like a starless night sky and seemed to focus on nothing in particular. Brady watched his hands move across the keyboard. It was almost erotic the way his fingers made the music.

Brady stopped himself right there. What was he thinking? Erotic? Brady was straight. He liked girls. He liked how they looked and how they smelled and felt. But then…he watched the piano boy playing…and he loved the way he looked and he wondered how he smelled and felt.

He couldn’t have those thoughts. His mother and stepfather would kill him. What would people think of him? “No,” he said to himself. Blinking several times and turning his eyes away.

“What?” a voice behind him asked. Oh, how Brady hated freshman.

“Who is that?” he asked.

The pudgy girl with unfortunate skin squinted her eyes and looked into the room. “Ezra, the new kid. He’s in your class.”

Brady examined the boy again. Ezra was much smaller than any senior guy that Brady had ever seen. But that didn’t really matter. Ezra looked like an angel and the music he played was nearly as beautiful as he was. Again, Brady mentally slapped himself. He shouldn’t be calling another guy beautiful. He was not gay.

The freshman girl had been talking the whole time Brady was lost in thought and he had to ask her to repeat herself.

“He’s like weird,” the girl said. “He doesn’t talk or anything. I think he’s like special ed or something.”

**

Later Brady’s eyes were drawn to Ezra as he walked across the cafeteria. Standing, Ezra looked even smaller than Brady had first guessed. He was about five foot one and maybe a little over a hundred pounds. His clothes were all black or grey and his eyes showed the same vacant expression Brady had seen when Ezra was playing the piano.

“Hey,” he said to his friends, “did you guys hear there’s a new senior?”

“Yeah, some piano guy,” Bryan said, before resuming the process of shoveling food into his mouth.

His friends didn’t seem interested in the topic, but Brady did not give up. “Do any of you guys have a class with him?” he asked.

Bryan’s smart girlfriend piped up. “He’s in advanced math with me.”

“What do you think of him?”

Paul laughed and said, “Why so interested, Walker? Got a little crush on him.”

“Shut up,” Brady snapped. He and Paul had always been rivals when it came to sports and girls. More often than not, Brady won, but Paul never failed to make life difficult for him.

“I didn’t know you swung that way,” Paul continued, and soon half of the group at the table was snickering.

“I don’t, just ask your girlfriend,” Brady said. Their lunch companions were loving the conflict and all of them reacted to what Brady said with a simultaneous “Ohhh!”

Paul’s smile dropped and he stood, slamming his fists against the adana escort table. “Shut your mouth or I’ll shut it for you.”

Bryan sensed the situation escalating and intervened, “Easy now, no need to get into that.” At that moment the bell rang, but Brady knew his comment would not go unpunished.

**

After school, Brady paced in front of the band room, debating going in. He wasn’t even sure Ezra was there, but he just wanted a chance to see him again. Finally, he went in.

“Brady!” the band director said loudly, rushing over to him. “How are you? How is your mom? Great job in the game last Friday! You know you’re the band’s favorite!!”

He smiled, and accepted the compliment, but the truth was he kind of hated the attention sometimes. “I’m good and so is my mom. Mrs. S, I was wondering if you had a recording of The Star-Spangled Banner. The principal wants it played before the fundraiser this weekend.”

The older woman made a great show of thinking about his request. “Well, I don’t believe we have any recordings, but I could have one made. In fact…”

Without finishing her thought, Mrs. Smith started walking away from him. Brady followed uncertainly. She stopped in front of the piano room, where a fast and complicated melody was playing. She spoke to the person inside and then stepped out. “We’ll have your recording in a moment.”

Ezra emerged from the practice room and Brady felt a chill at the sight of him. Ezra didn’t seem to notice Brady.

Brady knew he didn’t have to stick around, but he took a seat and watched as Mrs. S set up the recording equipment. Ezra disappeared into a room and returned with two silver trumpets and sheet music.

Fifteen minutes later, Mrs. S handed Brady a CD and sent both boys on their way.

“So, when did you move here?” Brady asked.

Ezra didn’t answer and continued to walk towards the parking lot.

Brady normally parked by the athletic complex, but he followed Ezra anyway.

“Hey, I think its cool how you play music and stuff like that. I tried to back in elementary, but I was no good at it. My parents didn’t want me to be in band. They wanted me to be in sports. My dad…well stepdad, he was always pushing me to do football. I don’t really like it though.”

Brady stopped rambling and realized he had just told Ezra something he hadn’t told anyone before. Ezra still wasn’t speaking, but Brady noticed that he had started to look over at him. That seemed like a good sign.

“So, when did you start playing piano like that?”

No reply.

“Hey, since you’re new and all do you want to go do something? I could show you a good place to eat if you’re hungry.”

Still no reply.

“Are you hungry?”

Finally, a nod.

**

Ezra hadn’t said a word through their meal and as Brady drove him back to his vehicle at the high school he started to wonder why. As he studied Ezra’s eyes, it seemed less like it was detachment they reflected, but some unspeakable pain. Brady wanted to hold him close and he didn’t care anymore what others would think. He’d given up fighting the attraction he felt.

“Ezra, I got something to say. Please don’t freak out.”

Ezra nodded absently. Brady parked his truck next to the only remaining car in the high school parking lot.

Brady took a deep breath and started to pour his heart out. “I have these feelings for you that I don’t understand. I’m not gay, I swear, but you make me…I mean I don’t know where this came from. I saw you today and I just couldn’t stop thinking about you. I want to know everything about you. I want to hold you and…other things. Are you as freaked out as I am? Because I don’t understand why I feel this way. All I know ankara escort is I want you.”

Ezra was staring at Brady now, still no words.

Brady sighed. “Well…I guess let me help you out of the truck.”

Brady went to the passenger side and opened the door. Ezra used Brady’s arm to step out of the truck, but he didn’t let go. Brady was bent down to eye level with the boy that was a foot shorter than him.

Ezra softly kissed Brady’s cheek, smiled distantly, and then got into his car. Brady was still standing dumbfounded as Ezra drove away.

**

Brady’s light brown hair was curly and wet as he stepped out of the locker room. He drifted over to where the band was quickly and efficiently storing their equipment and returning it to the band room. Ezra was there, as Brady knew he would be. He had been sort of stalking his classmate since that sweet kiss on the cheek. He knew it wasn’t much, but he’d relived it a thousand times since then. There was something about Ezra that made Brady want to share all his secrets. Brady waited until Ezra started to walk towards the parking lot.

“Hey, wait up!” he called.

Ezra turned and Brady jogged to catch up to him. Brady couldn’t figure out if Ezra even liked seeing him, but for Brady there was no option. He had to.

“You know, I can never figure out what you’re thinking,” Brady said. “Do you even like me? At all?”

Ezra nodded.

“OK, well I was wondering…I mean I don’t know if this is something you would like but I know this place no one goes. I just thought maybe you would want to come and just hang out. Just me and you.”

They reached Brady’s truck and Ezra smiled. Brady helped him into the truck and drove down the country back roads, so far in the middle of nowhere that none of his friends would dare go back there for their drunken parties.

Brady parked next to a pond that was like black glass that reflected the full moon and stars above them. He went to the passenger side and opened the door. Ezra looked uncertain and didn’t remove his seatbelt to step outside of the vehicle.

“It’s alright. Trust me.” Brady held out his hand. Ezra was frozen for a moment, several emotions swirling in his eyes, but finally he unbuckled and took Brady’s hand.

They sat in the truck bed and looked at the stars for a while.

“Man, I really like you,” Brady said. “I couldn’t do this with any of my friends. They just don’t appreciate this. Do you like this? Was this a good idea?” Brady glanced in Ezra’s direction and saw him shivering. He fumbled trying to remove his letterman jacket but finally got out of it and wrapped it around Ezra’s shoulders. He couldn’t resist kissing Ezra on the forehead. Ezra looked at him for a moment and then returned his gaze to the stars, but Brady noticed that Ezra had slightly shifted to be closer to him.

“You’re really cute, you know that?” Brady said and then he laughed a little. “I still can’t get used to this. I always thought I was straight. But I don’t know what I am now. You’re all I think about, honestly. I haven’t thought about a girl since I saw you that day when you were playing the piano. You’re just unbelievably beautiful.” He laughed again. “Imagine if anyone knew I was saying this. My stepdad would beat the crap out of me. I mean, if he could. I don’t let him do that anymore.” Brady realized he was rambling again and stopped talking for a moment. “You know, I don’t get how you say nothing and I’m telling you all my secrets.”

Ezra was looking at Brady, with a half smile on his face and his eyes unreadable. Brady thought for a moment they might kiss, but then pain flared in his back and he couldn’t manage to cover his reaction. Ezra’s eyebrows came closer adıyaman escort together and the look in his eyes seemed to ask ‘What’s wrong?’

“My back. I’ve had this pain ever since my stepdad threw me off the porch when I was ten. It only hurts after a long practice or a game. I forgot to bring my pills for it too.”

Ezra scooted and situated himself behind Brady and started to rub his small, warm hands over Brady’s back. Brady recalled how those hands could bring music from the piano so beautifully and he felt warmth in his stomach that spread over his body as Ezra’s hands worked the knots out of his back. Brady felt himself growing hard and finally he couldn’t resist turning his body to face Ezra. Their eyes met for a moment and Brady put his hand under Ezra’s chin.

After what felt like forever, Brady brought Ezra close to him and their lips met. Brady slipped his tongue into Ezra’s mouth and it tasted sweeter than he’d dreamt about. He put his arms around Ezra, feeling his small body surrounded by the thick material of the jacket. Brady wanted to be as close as possible. He slipped his arms into the jacket. Ezra made a soft moaning sound and pressed himself closer to Brady, his small hands now digging into Brady’s shoulders.

Brady started to work his fingers under Ezra’s layers of shirts, finally reaching the warm skin of his back. He wanted to rip the cloth away and kiss Ezra everywhere on his body. His finger brushed a slightly raised area, softer than the skin around it. Ezra’s body went stiff and he started to push Brady away.

Brady removed his hand and started to panic. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

Ezra had retreated all the way to the back of the truck bed and a single tear ran down his face.

“I’m sorry,” Brady said softly, approaching him slowly. He felt like a cold fist was clenching his stomach and his throat was tight. “I didn’t mean to. I won’t touch you again unless you want me too. Please don’t be upset.”

Finally Brady was beside Ezra. “I’m sorry. Was that a scar? I’m sorry. I don’t want to know unless you want me to. You’re in control, Ezra, I swear.”

A few more tears had made their way on to Ezra’s cheeks and he wouldn’t look at Brady.

“Can I wipe your tears away? I swear that’s all I want.”

Ezra didn’t react, but Brady slowly raised his hand and wiped away the glistening tears. “I’m sorry. I always felt like there was something about you. Is that why you never talk? Look, I don’t want anything from you that you don’t want to give.”

Ezra flew into Brady’s arms, kissing him all over his face, crying even more. He curled himself against Brady, kissing his neck and putting his arms around him tightly.

Brady smiled wider than he ever remembered. He rubbed his hand over Ezra’s back. He didn’t like that there was so much cloth between their skin, but still the moment was intimate. Finally Ezra let out a long, shuddering breath. Not only had he stopped crying, but he had fallen asleep.Ezra looked completely different while he slept. He looked much younger than he was and the innocent way he sucked on his index finger with his head on Brady’s chest made Brady feel protective. Brady kissed his forehead for the second time that night.

Carefully, he carried Ezra from the bed of the truck, to the passenger seat. He drove slowly back to the farm-to-market road, back to the school, back to reality. He let his truck idle in the parking space next to Ezra’s car.

He was feeling something unbelievable and exhilarating. It was love.

He glanced over at Ezra, curled up in Brady’s letterman jacket that was like a blanket on him. He smiled and leaned over to kiss Ezra’s cheek. As he was settling himself back in the driver’s seat, he saw the clock in the corner of his eye. It was three o’ clock. Two hours past curfew.

“I’m dead,” Brady said. “Fuck.”

He stepped out of the truck and went to the passenger side. He hated to wake Ezra, but the longer he sat there the drunker his stepdad would be and the worse the fight would be.

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How did I find myself here? By “here”, I don’t mean “in this place”, I mean something much larger than that. The last thing I remember thinking, truly thinking, I mean me thinking, was “nothing good can come of this”. From that point forward, anything that seemed like thinking, and there was very little of that, was not thinking at all, but something inside of me, leading me to where it wanted to go. Telling my rational mind whatever it needed to hear to get me to what it wanted. The truly unnerving part of all of this is that I don’t know if I was right or wrong when I had that final thought that nothing good would come of this.

I was driving down the highway, on a route I’d taken many times before. I travel around the region frequently for work and I was headed out on a brief overnight trip that I make regularly. Along the route of this trip is an adult store that sells videos and novelties but it also makes frequent mentions on Craigslist for its booths in the back room. There are often posts asking for info, asking what the story is with this place, how it works. Of course you generally can’t see the replies, so it was a mystery to me still.

As these stories often start out, I’ll be cliché and say I’ve always been “straight”. I’ve also always fantasized about sex with men. It is, by far, my most frequent masturbatory fantasy. In fact, the reason I know that this place shows up frequently on Craigslist is because browsing the ads from men looking for sex is always enough to turn me on and lead to a huge orgasm while stroking myself and thinking about meeting up with someone that posts a picture or words that connect with something buried inside me.

The idea of this place, the idea of men going here to get their cocks sucked by strangers, of sucking stranger’s cocks is so deeply arousing that it makes me tremble.

On a number of my trips, I’d listened to something rationalizing in my head enough to get off the highway, “just to see where it is and what it looks like.” I’d driven by a few times, incredibly aroused just to see it from the outside. “How pathetic is that?” I’d always thought of myself as I drove back to the highway after a drive-by. So turned on, just to drive by and think of what was going on inside. I’d go home and stroke myself, thinking about actually going inside myself. None-the-less, I’d done these drive-bys at least a half a dozen times over the years. My curiosity had only gotten stronger.

This time, something inside me was different. Something in me knew it was. I was driving down the highway and the thought bubbled to the top that I could just drive by again. The thought did not just pop into my head; it was there all along, I knew, it had always been there. I wasn’t thinking that at the time, of course, my mind acted as if it had just occurred to me but part of me screamed that this was a set-up, that the thought was there all along, brought forward only too casually, “nothing good could come of this”, I thought, as I exited the highway.

“I’ll just drive by”, I “reasoned”, and I did, at first. I drove by and there were six or seven cars in the lot, in the middle of the afternoon. I drove by. I was just going to turn around at the next chance and go back to the highway and be on my way. I turned down the next street. “I can’t really turn around anywhere here; I’ll take the next right and see where that takes me.” There were no square blocks in this town and the next right veered off in an odd direction. “If there’s another right up here somewhere, I’ll take it and maybe that will take me back to the main road.” I take a right. “Hey, this might be the road that runs next to the store. If it is, I’ll just pull into the parking lot but if it’s not, I’ll just keep going back to the highway.” It is. “I’ll just park but I’m not going to go in.” I park. “This is stupid, I’m here, and I can just go in and look around. I don’t even have to go in the back room.” The place was clean and well lit, surprisingly so. I wandered around, browsing the toys and video selection but not really looking at anything, my mind disconnected, my body simply moving through the store, I know now, towards the back. There was not a soul in the store, despite the cars out front. A curtain hung across a door in the back corner. I reached it and pushed the curtain aside, walking through. It was dimmer but not dark. There were several men milling about. Embarrassment washed over me. I made no eye contact with anyone but I felt eyes on me. There were two booths to my left with doors closed, there was a small hallway that seemed to go around behind the other booths, there was a display case in front of me, filled with what, I assume, were the movies available in the booths. I stopped and stared into the display case. I pretended to look at the display of movies but I knew, even then, that I was only trying to reign in my panic. I had no idea how any of this worked. I’d heard of tokens, I’d heard of glory holes. I’d assumed that you could go in a booth afyon escort and just watch a movie, were there glory holes in all of the booths? Did people actually do this? My heart raced. No thought, just this stream of confusion and distraction. Men milling about eying me like fresh meat, my heart racing, confusion. I ran out in a panic, past the curtain and back into the lights…but I stopped. I stopped and stared at something on the walls. I don’t know what, it didn’t matter. I stared at a display of toys, or at videos, or at something else. I stopped and let my heart slow to only a rapid beat instead of a wild panic.

“I can just go back in and go right in a booth. I don’t have to look at anyone else. I don’t have to have tokens. If it takes tokens, I’ll leave. If I want to, I can leave anyway. I can just go in a booth.” I did. I passed back through the curtain. I didn’t look up, but again, I could feel eyes on me. The first booth had an indicator on it that said, “Vacant”. I entered, closed and locked the door behind me. I sat and let my heart slow again. Still racing but not so close to hyperventilating. I was awash with something like terror but also something like arousal. It was a strange mix that I had no understanding of, but that I know now, was terror of how turned on I was.

I saw a bill slot for feeding bills into for the movie, so I slid in a dollar and it was spit back out. I tried a five and the screen came alive. There was a movie of a guy stroking himself, slowly sliding his hand up and down a big thick cock that I just stared at. I opened my pants and took my cock out and began stroking myself. Finally I could gather myself to look around the booth a little. Was there a glory hole? I looked to my side and saw what looked like a frame on the wall. Was that smoky Plexiglas in it? I was confused. I’d sort of pictured a hole carved out in the booth, crudely chipped out by men hungry for sex. Were you only supposed to watch? Was there a projector behind the glass? I honestly “thought” this. I reached out to see if it was solid, inside the frame, and my hand slid through what was a neatly framed opening between my booth and another that was behind it. I pulled my hand away but the response to my unintended gesture was for a cock to be put quickly through the opening.

I didn’t think. There was no thought, just a reaction. I reached out and took the cock in my hand and began to stroke it. From there, I can recount what happened, I can recall it thinking back, but there was no thought to it, it all just happened. My mind seemed to wake at certain points and register what was happening but not apply any thought to it, only to recognize it. Then I was on my knees on the sticky floor of the booth and I took the cock into my mouth. I know this because somewhere I heard myself moan, and then whimper, when the cock was pulled back through the hole when I was only getting started. A face appeared.

“Come in my booth.”

“No.”

“Come over here, I want to suck you.”

“I can’t. Put it back.”

“Come here.”

“Just put it back. Please.”

“You want my load?”

“Yes,” I croaked.

The cock was pushed through again and I sucked it, moaning around this cock. I moaned constantly, starved for this cock, and so turned on, so hungry. I tried to get as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. The hole was big enough that I could just reach one hand through with some difficulty to take his balls in my hand and pull him towards my mouth. I could feel and smell the slightly sweaty muskiness of his balls and it forced a moan from me as I sucked him even more greedily. The smell and the taste, the feel of this hard cock in my mouth felt frighteningly natural. I’d never even touched another man’s cock before and yet I couldn’t imagine anything else just then.

I could taste his precum. I licked at the head for more. I knew he was going to cum soon. I sucked ravenously, and then my mouth began to fill with cum. I couldn’t swallow fast enough. Cum spilled from my mouth onto my chin, onto my hands. He started to pull back slightly, sensitive, and I could see that he’d put one leg up on the bench in his booth so that he could get closer to the wall and feed me more of his cock. I felt a surge of even more arousal. A picture flashed in my head of him in his booth fucking my mouth through the hole. I swallowed him again but he pulled away and began pulling his pants up.

I stood up and my consciousness clicked in momentarily again and registered that I was licking cum from my hands. Not casually licking, hungrily, don’t miss a drop hungrily. I didn’t think to do this, any more than I’d thought to get on my knees and take that cock in my mouth, it’s just what happened, it was what I did in the absence of thought.

I sat down on the bench, movie still playing, trying to regroup. I heard him exit, a little light and sound. Then there was another man in the booth, unbuckling his pants. aydın escort “I want to suck him too. I want to suck every cock I can get.” Oh god. Panic. I buckled my pants before I could drop to my knees again and I ran out of the booth, past the curtain and back out into the light again. I had cum all over the front of my shirt, I could see, and all over my face, I knew. I hurried as casually as I could manage out of the store. Out into the light of the midafternoon parking lot. I headed for my car. I noticed a guy getting into the truck parked across from me and I knew it was the man whose cock I had just sucked. The man whose cum was all over my face and my shirt. I avoided eye contact. I continued to panic and got into my car and drove away. Drove away trying to turn back the clock, trying to go back to who I was an hour ago. I brought my hand to my chin and wiped away the cum, wiped it on my shirt and only then did enough rational thinking return for me to know that, who I was an hour ago, that man was gone.

I had an overnight bag in my car for my trip. I pulled into the next rest area and did the best I could to wipe up my face with my shirt. I got a clean shirt and put it on, then went into the bathroom to brush my teeth. As I got back on the highway, I felt I had started to wash away “what happened to me”. I say, “happened to me”, of course because there was no way I could think or say, “what I’d done.”

I drove on. I drove on to my destination, to my appointment, to my business, to the day the way it was supposed to go. To the man I was supposed to be. The hour, or less, off the highway seemed like it happened to someone else. Clearly I was going to put all that behind me and I wouldn’t be doing any more “drive-bys”, now that I knew what could happen. Surely, if I’d had any idea of what could happen before, I never would have gotten off the highway. Surely, I would have known that nothing good could ever come of that.

It was around noon the next day, I was getting ready to get on the road home, and my cellphone rang. I didn’t recognize the number but it was in state, so I answered it.

“Hello John.”

“Hi. Who’s speaking please?”

“I’ll ask the questions cocksucker.”

“What?”

“You heard me, not much doubt what you are after how much you loved yesterday.”

“I…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A laugh, “I’m a cop. I ran your plate. I know it was you. Well, unless some other cocksucker was driving your car but there wasn’t, was there John.”

Deny, avoid, panic, that was what raced through my head, but what came out was, “no.”

It seemed that I could see him grin. I could hear it in his voice, anyway. “That was the best cocksucking I’ve ever had and I’m going to get some more of that. You’re going to meet me there this afternoon.”

“I can’t.”

“You can and you will.”

“I can’t. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“I thought you were offly nervous, well don’t worry, you’re a born cocksucker.”

Part of me felt proud. All of me felt turned on and nervous. “Okay.” Someone said quickly. Who said that? Words were coming out of my mouth that were not me, at least I couldn’t yet see, or think, that it was me, me leading me to me.

No, this was not me, I don’t want this.

“You’re coming in the booth with me this time.”

“You want to suck me?”

A hearty laugh, “No”, still laughing, “That isn’t going to happen, I think we found your calling yesterday cocksucker.”

I felt something akin to relief. Not exactly relief, just like things were set to the way they should be. What kind of man doesn’t love to get his cock sucked, I thought to myself, but I felt like things had been set right, I knew, because what I wanted more than that, more than anything, was to have that cock in my mouth again.

I drove on, not really thinking about where I was going, or what lay ahead. My heart racing as before but closer to pure arousal and less panic. Something inside me was reconciling. I could admit nothing to myself but clearly I was more conscious of what I was doing and it was causing less conflict, less panic.

I pulled into the parking lot and saw right away the truck that I’d seen yesterday. He watched me pull in and park and he got out of his car and headed for the door as soon as he saw me start to get out of my car. I followed him in. I followed him into the store and I followed him through the curtain. Several men stood about and watched him walk by, watched me follow him. My stomach was in a knot. Something piqued my thought and it was the knowledge that I liked that these men saw me follow him to the booth. Something inside me liked that they knew I was going to suck his cock.

He made no secret of it. He held open the door to the booth he’d been in yesterday. “Get in,” for everyone to hear. I went inside, still confused and hesitant but knowing for sure, at this point, that all these men, standing ağrı escort around looking for sex, watched me go into this booth to suck cock and it made me feel humiliated and slutty in a way that turned me on like I’d never been turned on before.

He closed the door and stepped close to me, stepped up so that his chest was pressed to mine. He didn’t “get in my face”; he just stepped up close to me with his head to the side of mine. He spoke sort of gently, but surely, “Jesus, I can feel your heart racing. You really hadn’t done this before, had you? You weren’t very hard to pressure into coming here though. You wanted this, didn’t you John?”

“Yes,” I said nearly breathlessly.

My hands went to his belt.

He gasped slightly when he felt my hands start to unbuckle him. His gasp made me feel strange. Someone inside me registered that I turned this man on, that he wanted me to suck his cock, that maybe he was as desperate for me to suck him as I was to have him in my mouth. Something finally and completely broke loose inside me and I finally accepted what I’d felt when I’d been her before and what I’d felt walking in here. I spoke quietly in his ear as I continued to open his pants. “It felt so natural to have your cock in my mouth yesterday… Your beautiful cock…I had no idea how much I’d love sucking you…I need you in my mouth…I want you to open the door”. He hesitated. I panted in his ear. I was desperate now. “I want you to open it so all these men can see you force me to my knees and make me suck your cock…I want them to see you fuck my mouth…see you feed me your gorgeous cock…see you cum all over my face…see you show them what you know I am, show me what I am, watch you turn a straight man into a cocksucker.”

Now I could feel his heart beating rapidly and he leaned away and kicked his boot against the door as he pushed it open. I pushed his pants down around his hips as he propped open the door to the booth and then I felt one hand on my shoulder and the other on the top of my head. I could see movement as the men outside moved towards the open door.

“Get on your fucking knees,” he groaned, as he pushed me down.

I moaned loudly as my mouth found his cock.

“Oh yeah, you like that? You like that cock in your mouth faggot?”

My stomach and chest cinched tight at that word. I didn’t stop. What had been reconciled inside me resisted only for a moment before succumbing to it. I just kept sucking his cock as his hips moved, fucking my mouth. I never stopped moaning.

“Oh god, you’re such a hungry little cocksucker. Jesus, you’re going to make me cum you fucking bitch.”

“Look at this, this fucker just found out he loves cock”, he said to someone. “He can’t get enough of it. You can all have him when I’m done.”

Oh man, “He was straight until yesterday, until he got this in his mouth.”

His hands left my shoulders and I could tell that they were on the wall above me as he leaned over me and pushed his hips forward, knocked me off of my knees and back on my haunches as I fell back against the wall of the booth. He began to fuck my mouth more forcefully as he pinned me against the wall. I surrendered willfully. He shoved his cock down my throat and drew it back out, then shoved it down again. I gagged each time and saliva ran down my chin but I never wanted him to stop. I wanted him to just keep fucking my face, to keep shoving his beautiful cock into me until it made him cum. I wanted to feel him tense, feel his orgasm overtake him; feel his cum pour out of him and into me.

His cock was impossibly hard and I didn’t even know he was cumming until his cock pulled back into my mouth from my throat. My mouth filled suddenly and he kept his cock there for a moment, I felt his cock throb and more cum filled my mouth and spilled down my chin. Finally he pulled his sensitive cock from my mouth and wiped it around my face, then stepped aside.

“Give this whore some more cock.”

“Yeah, line up for him.”

“He wants all the cock he can get.”

There were a couple of guys standing in front stroking their cocks. I couldn’t see how many were behind them.

“Is this enough? Is this enough cock for you?”

“More,” I whimpered.

Suddenly there was another cock in my mouth. I don’t really know what happened after that, how long I was there, how many men were there. I know I sucked one after another until the next thing I remember is stumbling through the store, trying to make my way to the door and to my car. I looked blankly at the young man behind the counter as I walked in a daze. His look back at me was perhaps what caused that to be the first thing I’d been aware of in some unknown period of time. He looked at me with some combination of disgust, lust and bemusement. I suddenly became aware of myself again, after having checked out on the floor of the booth and surrendered to my need for cock.

I was turned on that he seemed disgusted by how many cocks I’d sucked.

“I’ll suck you too.”

He came around the corner and I got on my knees.

“Fucking pig”, he grunted as he shoved his cock in my mouth.

He took the sides of my head and roughly fucked my mouth as I kneeled on the floor in the middle of the store.

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This story is 100% fictional and any similarity to any name, event, or place was not intended.

This is a story of discovery of sexuality. It is a discovery of my sexuality when I found out I am bisexual and lean toward men. My name is Cody and I am 18 and a senior at my high school. I stand 6’3″ and weigh 245 lbs of all muscle with a crew cut style brown hair with green eyes. I have a massive cock of around 12 inches when hard and 7 inches when soft which I have a hard time hiding. I have always been the popular guy among the girls due to my package.

I have always noticed that when I watch pornos or looks at porn magazines I always notice myself focusing on the cocks as they grow erect and I start to drool. I play it off as nothing but I have been starting to notice it more and more now. I have been able to keep myself subdued when I am in the showers after games until my future lover joined the squad.

His name is Dan and he is 18 and a senior as well. He stands at 6’5″ and weighs 260 lbs of pure chiseled muscle with a shaved head and blue eyes. I have seen his cock and it is around the same size as me maybe even bigger. I have noticed myself starting to harden when I see him in the showers but I have been able to play it off lately as thinking about a girl I have been dating at the time.

I have noticed my obsession with him growing more and more. I have been getting fully hard when I see him in the showers and I have dreams of him fucking me hard after a football game in the showers. It has come to a point where I can’t concentrate anymore. I have finally decided to confront him about it.

“Hey Dan can I see you outside for a minute man?” I asked him after we both got dressed after showering after practice.

“Yeah sure Cody,” he said as he followed me out the doors.

I had him follow me far away from the locker room into a woody area where nobody would look for us or see us because I didn’t want anybody to hear us or if anything happened to see it.

“Alright Cody I think this is far enough now what do you want to talk about?” bahçelievler escort Dan asked as he stopped moving and stood there.

“Alright Dan please don’t respond right away but listen first. I have always been straight for my whole life and nothing has happened for me to doubt that until lately. For a while now while I have been watching porns or looking at magazines I have noticed I have been focusing more on the males. It never happened with a guy in real life until you came along and since then I have been obsessed with you and I don’t know why and I felt I should let you know and maybe it would stop,” I said with a look of hope of him not flipping out.

“Are you serious?” Dan asked with surprise anger in his voice trying to hide back his actual reaction.

“I am sorry but yes Dan it is true. I would understand if you left in disgust and told everyone my secret I guess I deserve it for being so stupid,” I said as I started to walk away with my head down in shame.

As I just passed by Dan more than a foot I felt a hand on my arm and pulled me back and it was Dan and he pulled me into him and he kissed me deeply. I was shocked by his suddenness but I started to enjoy it as it was a rough yet sexy kiss as his tongue started to lick my lips trying to get in. I opened my mouth allowing his tongue to enter my mouth as I snaked my tongue into his. We stayed like this entwined with our tongues exploring each other’s mouths as my cock started growing which I knew he felt since he grabbed my ass and pulled me to him and started grinding his hard cock on mine.

I pushed him off for a second for some air and said, “Woa Dan where did this come from? I never expected you to react like this but I have to tell you I am pleasantly surprised.”

“Well I have something to admit to you Cody. What has been happening to you has been happening to me towards you too and I was going to confront you today as well so I am really glad we are both having the same problem and I think you will agree that bağcılar escort we probably should at least do what we fantasize about and maybe it will go away,” Dan said as he started to take his shirt off.

“Well from what has already happened and from what you are doing now I guess that seems like the most logical thing to do then,” I said as I took my shirt off as well.

We both finally took our shirts off and we both started drooling as we saw each other’s chiseled chest as we groaned and slowly slid our shorts and underwear off in one fine sweep which freed out cocks which were so hard stood straight out and touched each other.

“Uhmmm It looks like our cocks like each other,” Dan said as he groaned from the pleasure of it all.

“Uhh it sure does,” Cody said as he stared at Dan’s cock.

“So what do we do now?” Dan asked staring at Cody’s big hard cock.

“Well since it looks like we are both interested with each other’s cock then I think we should maybe do a 69,” Cody said as he walked up to Dan and took his cock in his hand.

“Now that sounds like fun,” Dan said as he groaned from the feel of Cody’s grasp on his cock.

Dan put their clothes on the ground like a blanket and laid down with his cock sticking up in the air like a flag pole as Cody stood there looking at it with hungry lust filled eyes.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need your cock in my ass,” Cody said as he went to his pants.

Cody looked through his pocket for the lube he brought in hopes for what was happening then. As Cody got the lube and brought it back over Dan spit in his hand and was using it to stroke his cock as he waited for Cody to get back with the lube. Cody finally found it and brought it to Dan and squirted some in his hands and then slowly started to lube Dan’s cock slowly as he stroked his cock. Dan took Cody’s cock in his hand to stroke it as Cody was busy with his. Both of their cocks were starting to leak a steady flow of precum.

“Oh Fuck I can’t take it anymore! ümraniye escort Cody, impale your ass on my cock now!” Dan said forcefully in between grunts.

“You got it,” Cody said with pure excitement.

Cody threw the lube away and then threw one leg over Dan’s legs and squatted down facing Dan as he grabbed Dan’s cock and placed it at the opening of his ass and slowly eased down onto Dan’s cock making them both scream and grunt and groan in pleasure. Cody started to move up and down faster with his cock moving all around.

“Oh fuck Dan your cock feels so good!” Cody said as he threw his head back and groaned.

“Mmm yes Cody, ride my cock!” Dan said as he groaned as well.

Cody started to ride Dan as fast as he could, grunting, groaning, and moaning as his head was thrown back. Dan took a hold of Cody’s cock with one hand and started to stroke it just as fast as Cody’s was riding his cock. Dan then thought of an idea, He took a finger and got it wet with his mouth and moved it behind Cody and he started to slip it into his ass with his cock in it as well.

“Oh my fucking god Dan that is sending me over the edge!! I am going to cuuuuuummmmm!” Cody said as he stopped riding.

Cody stopped riding Dan’s cock and everything went quiet and then he started to writhe and moan on Dan’s cock as his cock jumped and started to spurt cum like a bullet hitting Dan in the face soaking him and then starting to lower soaking Dan with his cum.

“Wow Cody that was fucking big load,” Dan said as he brought himself up on his elbows to look at Cody.

“Oh my god I am so sorry Dan I didn’t mean to coat you in my cum,” Cody said as he looked at Dan’s face.

“Oh don’t worry I am not angry. I actually enjoyed it but I think I need some help cleaning it off,” Dan said as he started to lick up the cum around his lips.

Cody didn’t need anymore encouragement and moved up Dan’s body and helped them clean up and after 5 minutes of cleaning Dan was spotless.

“Dan, Cody where are you?” they both heard their coach saying.

“Oh shit,” they both said.

Dan quickly took his underwear and wiped up the slobber and threw it in the woods and Cody used his to clean his cock and threw it in the woods as well. They both got dressed and made sure each other looked presentable. They both kissed each other and exchanged phone numbers and they left the woods together holding hands until they could be seen.

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God. Not another three years of gym class, I thought to myself the first day of p.e. my sophomore year. I always hated it because I hated competing with all the other guys who were always so much stronger than I was. I was always the topic of everybody’s jokes in the locker room. “Greg. What was THAT out there, today? Don’t know how to dribble a basketball, or what?!!” and other demeaning remarks hardly kept my spirits high. This year might be different though, I realized as I was changing into my exercise clothes. All summer long I had been working out, jogging, getting in shape. I thought from now on I’m not going to be the class joke. Seeing all my peers undress, exposing their nice young dicks as they were putting on their jock straps made my sweat a little. But the best part about this was, I could see that my summer workout program paid off, physical wise. My chest and arms was every bit as buff as the other guys, and I was even getting a six pack.

We got out onto the floor and Mr. Benton made us run 10 laps around the court. Jason and Kyle were right behind me making jokes. “Oh. I bet Greg won’t be ahead of us for too long.” “Don’t trip over yourself, Gregie!”

I was about quit. I had all this extra strength to run, but I couldn’t stand the jokes. Then I heard a familiar voice. “Stop it assholes. Can’t you see Greg has changed?” I turned around and coming up from behind Jason and Kyle was Randy. Gee, I thought. I didn’t recognize him in the locker room. Randy who always had real long hair had cut it quite short and all his acne seemed to disappear. His athletic 16 year old body caught up with me. “Hey Greg! What? You got out this summer and became Mr. track star?” I cracked a smile a bit as he wiped some sweat from his forehead. I couldn’t help but notice his muscle shirt. His arms looked tan and magnificent. Not too big, but not too small either. His dishwater blonde hair getting a little darker with the sweat rolling down his hairless face. “Don’t let üsküdar escort those jerks pick on you, Greg. You are better than that.”

“Gee. Uh, thanks, Randy for telling them off for me” “I could tell you’ve been working out, Greg. Good job.”

“Thanks…well I like your hair cut.”

“Oh…well I thought it was time for a change”

Mr. Benton blew his whistle and told us to stop talking and so I didn’t get a chance to say anything more to handsome Randy. I started smiling knowing that this year will most likely be better. I even have jocks talking to me now. Sure Randy, was always different. He was the only member of the football team to talk to me, but he was friendly like that with everybody. And at least he was noticing my change. We went onto pushups and sit ups and it was hard to keep my eyes directly in front of me. Randy long body kept my necked turned most of the class.

At the end of the hour Mr Benton got all or our attention and announced. “Okay. Its close to 2:00 and maybe some of you read in the bulletin about the student-teacher challenge.” A couple of guys nodded. Whoever wants to take on the teachers to a game of basketball…go ahead and stay dressed…the rest of you can go and shower.

Not only did I not want to play basketball, but I didn’t want to play AND lose against teachers, so I quickly got into the dressing room. Damn! I thought to myself as I was undressing, I won’t get to see a lot of naked bodies showering next to me! It seemed as if every guy wanted to play except me and then I noticed Randy staggering in.

“You’re not going to play basketball, Randy?”

“No man, I never did like the sport. Football is my game.”

“Oh. I just didn’t feel like I’d be any good.”

“Don’t say that Greg, with your build you seem like you’d be good at any sport.”

“Really?”

Wow, Randy was really impressing me here. I slowly got undressed. I was gaziemir escort kind of nervous now exposing myself to someone I was liking so much. I was afraid of what my cock would do. He walked past me with his dick and balls bouncing around. Man that guy’s got a package, I thought as I stared at the back of him, noticing his firm ass-tanned as well, I might add.

It was all steamy in the shower when I walked in. Randy was lathered up, and my heart started pounding fast. I turned my back to him so that he wouldn’t see my growing dick.

But I had to grab another look I though. I had to check him out fully naked, fully soaped, fully hot. I turned around and he was just standing there letting the water wash off the soap. I should have turned sooner, but I couldn’t help it. I was just fixed in a trance at what was in front of me. Suddenly I jumped back when I heard

“Hey!!” Randy shouted at me. Startled I turned back around. Randy came up to me and gave me a light punch on the arm. “Are you GAY or something?” Randy screamed.

“Uh…no…uh why?” I was so embarraced at that point I just wanted to curl up in a ball.

“I saw you staring at me. Now in the locker room just now!”

“Uh…Randy…uh. I didn’t…” Randy cut me off…

“Well, I was staring at you too.”

“What?” I shouted in surprise. “Uh. Greg. I don’t know. I’m very confused. I was looking at you and thinking how badly I want you. I I can’t believe my feelings. I always thought I was straight, but sometimes when I see….”

“Shhhh” I told him as he buried his head in my chest.

I didn’t quite know what to do…hear I had a 5’11” hunk resting against my chest with warm water running down both of our smooth naked bodies. Suddenly, I realized I didn’t have to do anything.

“Well…you stare at me too, huh Greg? How dare you!” he said with a grin as he lifted his head and bent grabbed for the soap.

With sancaktepe escort the bar he started rubbing my chest….working his way from my neck to my dick. He got his hands all soapy and then rubbed my now-hard cock with his hands. I could feel cum being made in my balls as he gently lathered my pubes. I started to gently nibble on his nipples. With one hand I was squeeziing his tight muscular pecs and with the other I was stroking his dick. He and I both let out a sigh as we were feeling every square inch of each other’s bodies.

“I love your body,” whispered Randy. Your brown hair, your green eyes…your nice dick.” I closed my eyes as he kept stroking my well lubricated soapy dick. He then gently pushed me to the floor. For some reason the warm grimy floor was a turn on for me. With the bar of soap he started rubbing my ass. He took the bar and glided it up and down my crack. “Does that feel good?” I whispered a yes as a turned around on my back with my dick proudly announcing its presence. He soaped up his dick and grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders. Not ever doing this before, and neither did he I was little worried how his monster cock would fit into my asshole. He slowly but surely got it in there. It hurt so bad at first. I wanted to tell him to stop but as he got inside of me deeper and deeper I wanted the action to continue forever. I started stroking myself really fast as Randy shouted “Stroke the same speed I fuck you.” So when he slowed up I slowed up and when he started pounding me fast, I started stroking my dick fast. I knew I was about to blow…but from his groans I could tell he was ready, too. Just as cum shot across my chest…quickly washing away with the soap and water. He pulled out and came on my scalp. “I want to wash your hair” he said as he ran his fingers though my now-slimy hair.

I couldn’t believe that I could…that Randy would…that we would…that..well…that this was happening basically. We just sat there for a while…in the shower. Randy turned the temp down a bit….so the cool water could cool us off a bit. We could hear the rest of the guys starting to enter the locker room so we stood up and he went over to his shower head…and just smiled at each other as Kyle walked in.

“God! You two are STILL here showering? The game lasted an hour!”

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All of us, 30 to be exact, had been told to meet in room A at exactly 8 am. The meeting was boring and by 10 am, I was sleepy. Thankfully the boss told the entire department, take a break and be back by 10:30.

Everyone left to grab a coffee, go for a smoke or return to their desks to check messages, etc. I just put my arms on the table then bent over to rest my head. I noticed Rob had done the same. He was about eight feet away at the next table. He was facing my way; but, his eyes were closed.

Rob was a petite, yet well-built, plain looking guy and openly gay. I’m a closeted gay, married with one son and have often fantasized about Rob. He has a cute boyfriend (Mark) and I would go out of my way to be friendly to both of them. I’m sure they were in love and likely would remain together forever.

I closed my eyes and suddenly my mind went to work, not tired anymore. I opened my eyes and seeing his were still closed, I stared directly at his crotch and began visualizing me kneeling in front of him while he slept and me undoing his zipper and making my move. I was licking my lips, drooling and sticking out my tongue.

Then I noticed his eyes opened fully and he began to smile. First, I was shocked, then embarrassed, then unsure what to do. Luckily, Rob made it easy. He sat up, turned towards me and spread his legs apart. Not a word had been spoken and then he began, “Mark told me that he was sure you were gay”. He continued, “I’ve often caught you looking at me whenever I walked by your desk”.

I stammered, “Rob, it’s true, I’m married and although I have been with a few men, I find you very attractive, sexy and I fantasize about you often”.

He smiled and said, “Thanks, perhaps we should discuss this a bit more after the meeting.”

I smiled back and replied, “I’d really like that.”

The door opened, it was 10:30 and back to the boring meeting. However, I never dozed off again, cause every chance çeşme escort I got, I glanced over at Rob. We would smile at each other and it made me feel great. Finally, 12:00 came, the meeting was over and we all returned to our desks. I was elated when I walked out of the office and found Rob waiting to walk with me. As we strolled down the hall, I would step close to him once in a while so that our shoulders, arms and hands would come in to contact.

I dropped my papers at my desk, headed to my car and drove off to grab lunch. As I was leaving the lot, I noticed Rob walking down a nearby residential street. I abruptly made a turn and stopped by him. I put down the window and asked if he wanted a ride. He said, “I’m just going for a walk, not hungry”.

I lied, “I’m not hungry either. I’m going down to the walking path by the lake, the air is fresher there. Want to join me?”

He grinned, “Sure” and hopped in.

As we were driving, not much was said although you could tell both our minds were turning. When we arrived in the designated parking area, I was shocked to see only two other vehicles, that was unusual. We got out and started walking through the pathway leading to the lake.

It was lined with trees and I walked I beside Rob, out hands touching. I turned my hand towards his and he had done the same, great minds do think alike. I held his hand ever so gently. I stopped walking, forcing him to stop and spin toward me as I was facing him and said, “Rob, I’m not going to give you any bull, I’ve had the hots for you ever since you came off the road, started in the office and I got to see you every day. You’ve been working 20′ away from me for two months now and most days I spend more time thinking about you than actually working.”

He responded with, “Ray, I’ve been with Mark for six years and I love him dearly; but, you are not very good at hiding başakşehir escort how you look at me and I’ve been thinking about you, too”.

Just then I realized our faces were mere inches away and at the same time we moved toward each other. Our lips met and although it was a very short kiss it was incredible. We started walking toward the beach and I realized I was rock hard.

We got down near the water, walked the path (hand in hand, as people walked, rode bikes past us) for 20 minutes or so, talking about work, co-workers, etc and we discovered we had similar views about some of the losers we worked with.

OK, time to go. On the way back to the car through the tree-lined walkway we stopped for a kiss. This one, however, was much longer and our tongues were playing tag continuously. Both of us had erections and were trying to get to each other, unfortunately our pants and underwear kept them from making out.

As I drove back to the office (we held hands the entire way and often glanced at each other and smiled). We walked in a few minutes late and I could feel the eyes upon us; but, I didn’t care, I was too excited.

Within five minutes I was typing a note to Rob on the computer, “Hi Rob, Is Mark picking you up? If not, I’ll gladly give you a ride home” and pressed the send button.

Just then, I was asked to help a co-worker move her desk. While I was leaving, one of the other women asked if she could use my work space for a minute and I said, “Sure”.

When I returned minutes later the woman at my desk was smiling, got up and left with a smirk on her face. I sat down, glanced at my screen which I had not turned off. A mistake which would surely be the talk of the office. Rob thinking I would still be sitting there, had quickly replied, “Ray, I would be very grateful if you could give me a ride home, Mark is out of town all week. I’ll make küçükçekmece escort it worth your while, wink, wink. By the way, I really enjoyed our walk down by the lake today. Hope the day goes by fast, looking forward to my ride home.”

Guess I’ve been caught, thankfully he didn’t say anything about us making out. Anyway, our company policy does not allow discrimination and what goes on outside the building is of no interest to them.

The entire afternoon I kept busy, had lots to do. That was good, time goes by faster when you are busy. Every chance I got though, I would walk out of my way to pass near Rob’s desk and smile. Guess what – He did the same thing.

Throughout the day, there were numerous co-workers meeting and snickering, surely the word was spreading quickly and you know what, it didn’t bother me a bit. Absolutely none of them knew my family and I always knew that someday I would come out of the closet. I knew when I was a teenager that I was attracted to men; but, growing up in a small community never was a good place to be gay. Now I’m in the big city and although most people frown on it, gays and lesbians are out and proud everywhere now.

At 4:00 called my wife and said I was giving a co-worker who didn’t drive a ride to the hospital to visit his mother for a couple of hours. We would likely eat at the hospital, I’d drive him home and should be there in a few hours. It was her bowling night. She’d leave the house by 7 and wouldn’t be home til 10 or so. I knew our son would gladly stay with his best friend who lived next door til I got in.

Finally, 4:30 and I was at Rob’s desk with a smile from ear to ear. We started for the door and the entire way I could see everyone watching us, smiling and trying not to giggle, I didn’t care. In fact, I was proud of myself for finally having the balls to let Rob know what I had been feeling for the last few weeks.

We got in the car and before I pulled out of the lot we were holding hands and I knew it was going to be a night I would never forget. I could already feel pre-cum wetting my underwear and hoped Rob was having the same feeling. As often as possible we would look and smile at each other, surely other motorists were aware, I sure hoped they were, I wanted to be seen.

To be continued …

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I yanked my cap down tightly and bowed my head. Hunching my shoulders forward I pulled my rucksack tight to my back and made a dart for the front doors. All my fellow students made their lazy way to class as the bell rang. I felt like they all knew what had happened last night, and I didn’t just mean the party. I was nervous, almost scared that they knew. “It was impossible for them to know,” I told myself, but that didn’t seem to matter.

The first few classes passed without incident. No one said anything to me except how great last night was. I caught myself saying things like, “It was a night I will never forget,” and “I hope I have another night like that soon,” and actually meaning it. At one point when Carol Archer joked asking, “So who did you end up in bed with? Nursey.” together with a pat on my butt, I had to hide my growing hard on.

Lunchtime came around, and I made my way to the canteen in renewed safety that no one knew and no one would ever know. I sat down with the guys and pulled out my packed lunch. College life would just get back to normal and we could all just get on with our lives. However, that thought was way too premature.

“Hello losers!” Becca’s voice was like nails down a blackboard. Oh, she had a beautiful voice, even singing, but to me in that moment it was like a strangled cat. “Hey Danny,” She said as she laid her hands on my shoulders.

“Hey Sis,” Tom said busily munching on a sandwich, “You missed one hell of a party last night!”

“Yeah Bec, It was off the chain! I was totally the star of the show!” John added with a broad grin.

I just sat in silence, picturing Becca sat in the doorway with her fingers frantically fucking her pussy as she watched her Father fuck me silly.

“Oh I doubt that Johnny, I’m sure there was someone else there who got extra-special attention last night.” The tone in Becca’s voice was horrible but I couldn’t say a word or they would all know my secret. How they would know from me speaking I don’t know, but the paranoia in me just wouldn’t let me speak!

“Whatever Bec, it was still awesome and you missed it all!” John said picking up his bag, “Right dickwads catch you after class! I’ve gotta try and catch Mr Clemens.” He shouted over his shoulder as he ran off through the canteen queue.

“Yeah I best be heading to Physics too. I have to get that experiment set up before next class.” With that, all who remained was Becca and I. Standing above me, squeezing the life out of my shoulders like an angry masseuse.

“So it’s just you and me Danny-boy.” She said releasing my shoulders and sitting down on the bench seat next to me. Leaning back against the tabletop she added. “Or do you prefer ‘Babygirl’?”

“Shut it Becca!” I snapped, quickly glancing around to make sure no one heard. “Forget about last night, I beg you!”

“Forget that my own Dad was happily ploughing your slutty little ass just a few hours ago? Oh, I don’t think so Danny. I don’t think I will ever be able to forget that beautiful sight.” She purred, completely happy with herself. “Tell me, how did that huge cock feel in your tight little hole?”

The silence was deafening. “FANTASTIC!” my mind screamed but my lips wouldn’t allow me to say it. “I want him to do it again and again, as many times as he likes!” but again, silence remained.

“I mean I knew my dad was a big man. His chest being so muscular and those big strong arms, but I never in a million years expected him to have such a…” She leant forward and I couldn’t help but crane my neck closer to hear her, “huge cock!” Her emphasis on the words sent a shiver down my spine, ending at the base of my cock, which was again, starting to stir!

“Listen Becca, it was a crazy night, I was drunk, so was he, let’s just forget it ever happened…please!” I stared at her with as much conviction as I could muster, hoping she’d agree and never mention it again. She wasn’t going to let me off lightly.

“I’ll forget it…” She said pausing.

“Oh Bec, thank you so much, I really appreciate th…” My gratitude cut off all too soon.

“On one condition, you have to do something for me first. One simple little favour, then it will all be forgotten.” She was blunt in her tone. I could tell that there was more to it, but honestly, I couldn’t take the chance that she would tell someone about what I did last night.

“Ok, but you promise that if I do this, you’ll not ask me again and you’ll forget what you saw?” I asked, my hand hesitatingly hanging for a handshake.

“I promise that what I ask you to do I will never ask you to do again!” She said, snatching my hand before standing up and pinching a chip off my plate. “Meet me after class in the third floor girl’s bathroom. The one with the ‘Out of Order’ sign on the door, don’t be late!”

I didn’t have a chance to question my orders before she had disappeared into the crowd of bodies and I, again, was alone wondering what the hell I had just agreed to. “Ah fuck it Danny, if it’s the only göztepe escort way to shut her up, then it’s the only way!” I mumbled as I chowed down on my chips.

The rest of the afternoon of senior classes came and went, though I didn’t notice with the fog of thought in my head. When the bell finally rang, to signal the end of class, I took a deep breath and made my way across the courtyard to the old science block and the appointment with my blackmailer.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I could see why Becca had chosen this particular spot. There were stacks of chairs in the corner of the landing, with a heavy tarp covering them. Several inches of dust told me they hadn’t moved in quite some time. The two abandoned classrooms down the hall were eerily quiet. Painter’s rags and ladders littered the small corridor as I weaved my way through them to the end and the two doors. “Out of Order” in big red letters covered the sign to the girl’s bathroom, just as Becca had said. I pushed to door open and stepped inside.

“Ah there you are I was half expecting you to cry off. You must really feel guilty about letting my Dad fuck your ass last night.” Becca said bluntly polishing her nails.

“Fine, I’m here, what was this favour you wanted from me?” I said, squeezing my thumbs under the straps of my rucksack, wishing I could be anywhere but stood in that bathroom.

She didn’t look up, she barely acknowledged me, just carried on talking. “Do you know I’m getting straight A’s Danny-boy?” Taking a quick glance at me over her nails, she continued. “All A’s across the board, except for one, Chemistry.”

We all knew how proud Mr Roberts was of his “darling Rebecca” Tom had been fighting her shadow all his life. I still didn’t know what this had to do with anything.

“You see Danny. Just like you I’m not averse to getting what I want…umm how should I put this…on my back?” She paused and looked me dead in the eye, gauging my reaction. I kept my mouth shut, from shock more than anything else, “Mr Pastor, Bio, he is good at anatomy I’ll give him that. Mr Wilson for a blowjob in the Music room every Tuesday, you could say I go there to practice my horn blowing.” She paused and gave me a smug smile. “A few others, oh and yes, Mrs Perez in the language quad, yes you heard me, she told me my oral skills are beyond compare!”

I was trying to get my head around the situation. Becca was admitting to me that her whole persona of being this bookworm straight-A student was a lie. She was nothing but a grade-hooker turning tricks for passes.

“Chemistry however is a different story. Oh sure I tried it on with Mr Hamilton. I tried every trick I could think of, but it’s a no go. Apparently, he won’t ever cheat on his wife or some stupid reason like that. Damn shame too, I would love to fuck him, even if he still flunked me!” She stopped for a moment as she puckered up in the mirror, wiping the soft red lipstick across her lips deftly. She stood there staring off into space with a wistful look on her face.

Something I should say about Mr Hamilton, he’s a killer and I mean that in the best possible way. He’s six-four, early fifties but still so fit, with salt-and-pepper hair and piercing blue eyes. The white t-shirts he always wears do little to hide the perfect pecs and delicious six-pack he has. His arms are equally as nice, just the right amount of definition, thick and round, always eye catching when they flex. Yes, I will admit, that even before my newfound appreciation of the male body, I often looked at Mr Hamilton and found myself in awe of his frame.

“However,” she continued, “You know that bar on 61st? The gay bar behind the shopping centre?” she added, as I looked back nonplus about what she was saying. “Well anyway, Chrissy and me go there from time to time to get a drink. We figure they don’t know us so there’s no bother, and it’s not as if any of the guys are going to hassle two girls now are they?”

She did have a point, but when was she going to get to why I was there? “Becca I have homework, can we please get to the favour portion of this mess!”

“Hold your horses, cowboy, I’m not done yet.” She said glaring at me in the mirror. “Now where was I? Oh, Yes.” Spinning around and dropping her lipstick back in her bag she continued.

“Last Friday Chrissy and me, were in there having a drink, when who should walk in? Mr Hamilton, in all his gorgeous glory, he couldn’t see us where we were sitting, but we had him squarely in our sights. I couldn’t believe it, Mr Hamilton a closet queer. I guess it explains why he turned me down now.”

My mind was still a little confused trying to keep up with what Becca was saying, but, as confused as I was it didn’t stop me from realizing exactly where this was heading.

“Wait a fucking minute, no way! I won’t do it! You can’t make me!” I blurted out, starting to feel very uncomfortable indeed.

She just stood there, her arms folded çorlu escort across her chest with a large smirk on her face. “Oh you will do it, and you will enjoy it, and you will do it as many times as he wants. Remember ‘Babygirl’, one word from me and your college life will become a lot harder!”

As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. College acceptance was hard enough without the idea of everyone knowing what had happened at the party. Let alone what Tom would say if he found out that while he had been fooling around with some sexy teenage girl, I had been bent over by his father and royally fucked by his big cock. There was no way out of this, I had to go along with Becca’s demonic bidding and just hope that it would all prove fruitless. The realization was hard to swallow as Becca continued recounting the tale.

“He stayed around by the bar sipping his beer for a while, casually looking around. That was until he spotted this cute younger guy, about your age, sat on his own facing the wall. I have to tell you, Chrissy and me were so curious as to what was said, but he simply walked over to him and whispered something in the boy’s ear.” Becca paused taking a sip from her water bottle, “Mr Hamilton turned and left, a moment later the boy got up and followed him. Whatever he did say must have been good.”

“Fine, he likes guys, what do you need me to do?” I snapped getting rather impatient with Becca’s tedious storytelling.

“Ok, don’t get your panties in a bunch!” Becca smirked, “That reminds me, there’s a present for you in there.” She pointed lazily at the first cubicle.

I was beginning to regain some confidence in what I was doing, just about to steel myself for a final attempt at dissent as I pushed the door to see my ‘present’. My mouth fell open, and I’m ashamed to admit that my cock stirred slightly. Hanging up on the back wall was a single hanger holding a short, pleated skirt in red tartan, and a skimpy white blouse. Also on the hanger sat a pair of black fishnet stockings and suspenders, as well as matching lacy panties and bra. “Wha…” was all I could utter.

“Sexy, don’t ya think?” Becca said over my shoulder. “I think that little butt of yours will look so good peeking out from beneath that skirt!”

I just stood there gobsmacked. I couldn’t believe she had gone to so much trouble just for a damn grade!

“Now, in about twenty minutes the last of the teachers will have left, so you’ll be free and clear to pay him a visit. You better start getting ready.” With a pat on my backside, Becca walked out the door putting her phone to her ear!

I just stood there, open mouthed for what seemed like forever. “What the fuck are you going to do now Danny?” I muttered under my breath, stepping forward and dropping my bag from my shoulder. I reached out a shaking hand and ran it over the coarse fabric of the stockings. My other hand dropped involuntarily to my crotch to squeeze the growing lump beneath my zipper. My mind was flooded with images of Mr Roberts’ huge cock. The taste of his cum seemed to flit over my tongue, causing me to moan loudly. I clamped my hand over my mouth and began to laugh. I really didn’t want to do what Becca was asking, but in the same breath, it was clear I really did.

I had to admit the outfit was really quite fetching, and Becca was right, my butt stuck out just enough beneath the hem of the skirt. My hands were shaking as I pulled the last shirt button through the loop and glanced at myself in the mirror. I was lost in my own little world, so much so that all I could do was moan as I felt Becca’s hands slide from my stocking tops to my half covered ass cheeks. Even when I dressed for the party, I hadn’t realised how feminine my features were. My blonde hair was only slightly different to a pixie cut, and with the addition of the cute white blouse and skirt, I was looking every bit as sexy as any young girl walking about the school halls.

“Mmmm, you’ve got A-plus written all over you, you little slut!” The sound of the smack echoed around the room, I meekly closed my eyes and bit my lip as I felt her hand strike my skin. “Oh yes, no wonder Dad fucked you, cute little sissy sluts like you deserve to be used by real men!”

I’d be lying if I said her words didn’t hurt, but at the same time, she was right. If I went through with this, I would become a sissy slut for real men, big hard cocks deep inside my mouth or tight ass. That thought alone was enough to make the tears recede and my cock to throb once more.

“But there’s something missing.” Turning from me Becca dived into her bag and began pulling out her make-up. I had long since given up the thought of protesting further, besides, part of me wanted to see what I’d look like with proper make-up on.

“Kneel!” She barked, and like a good sissy, I took command and sank to my knees. “After I’m done with you, the moment you lift up your skirt Mr Hamilton will get the biggest shock ümraniye escort of his life.” Becca said giggling to herself.

“Do I look ok?” I asked hesitantly putting on my best feminine voice. “I mean, do you think he will… you know.” My voice was trembling and quite soft. I was honestly asking her opinion. Something inside me wanted some reassurance.

Becca peered at me as she finished my eyes. Her look was kind. I think she could sense my apprehension. “Don’t you worry, any man would be a fool if they didn’t want to get their hands on your little body babygirl!” I smiled up at her. “Now just a little finishing touch,” popping the top of her lipstick, that unsurprisingly matched my outfit, she finished off her creation.

Clipping the top back on the lipstick, Becca helped me to my feet and looked me up and down. “If that doesn’t get you fucked I don’t know what will!” Her words were blunt, but they sent shockwaves through me. My cock began to grow once more.

As Becca started putting her things away I turned and took another long look at myself in the mirror, Becca was right. My cheeks were a nice rosy red and my lips shone brightly. My eyelashes were dark and a sultry blue framing my equally blue eyes. I smiled, relaxed and ready for the first time since I had spoken to Becca at lunchtime. I was going to seduce the fuck out of Mr Hamilton, and I was going to get my young ass thoroughly fucked!

Mr Hamilton’s room was at the end of the corridor on the first floor, one of only two rooms still used in the block. I made my way downstairs slowly, still getting used to the heels, and trying not to make too much noise on the tiled floor.

Becca had already scoped out the area and came to meet me at the end of the hallway.

“Right, he’s in there, on his own, marking exams. I want you to get in there and get me my A!” She smiled broadly, adjusting my collar and smoothing her hands over my hips. “Damn, if only I were a guy!” she added with a wink.

I steadied myself once more on my heels and stood up straight, with a final deep breath I marched off down the hallway.

As I reached Mr Hamilton’s door I peered through the tiny window. There I saw him, sat back in his chair, his feet out-stretched in front of him with an exam paper in front of his face. “Showtime!” I breathed to myself as I pushed the door open quietly.

Sneaking in, I let my heels click on to the floor and the door to rock shut. Mr Hamilton dropped the paper below his eye line and peered over his glasses. “God he looks hot!” I thought as my heart raced. The paper slowly began to drop lower as I took steps towards him. His eyes roamed all over my body, I could almost feel them.

“Hello Sir, a little birdy told me you’d be in here.” I tried to swish my hips. Twisting slightly with each step as Becca had shown me; and it seemed to be working. “She said that Sir might want something to help him relax after a long haaard day of classes.” I emphasized the words as my hand snaked up my thigh and over my stomach.

“You…can’t be… no, you can’t… you shouldn’t be here.” His stuttering made me giggle and suddenly I felt my body filled with lust as the butterflies fluttered violently in my stomach. Was he stuttering because of me? Was I turning him on? Was I making it hard for him to concentrate?

Mr Hamilton’s eyes were gliding up and down my legs like a speeding elevator. I could hear his breathing become ragged.

“Listen, I…” he started, sounding more in control of his faculties, “…oh wow…” he whispered as he continued to survey my body up and down, I giggled again. “Listen, I appreciate it, but I’m married, I can’t… besides I’m a teac…”

“Shhh,” I said calmly as I reached his desk, “I know that even married men sometimes crave a little…” pausing, I picked up his exam sheets, and bending from the waist I reached across his desk directly in front of him, and placed them down. “…extra.” I said as I looked over my shoulder. Mr Hamilton’s eyes fell on my stocking tops and began slowly lifting, growing wider as his gaze reached my perfect little butt on show for him.

I could see the shock and indecision on his face; he was completely lost on what to do and how to react. Still holding the exam in his hands he sat, mesmerized by my naked butt, with just that thin sheet of lace covering me and leaving nothing to the imagination.

“So,” I exclaimed as I straightened up, removing my butt from view. “What do you say,” pulling the pages from between his fingertips and placing them on the desk, “to a little unwinding?” I dropped to my knees between his strong thighs. A hand on each leg, I squeezed gently, my hands sliding further and further upwards towards his crotch, a crotch that now looked significantly bigger up close.

I bit my lip and tried my best to look coy. My hands continued their journey up his thighs until I felt the tip of his, what could only be described as massive, cock. I looked into his eyes, trying not to look down, as he gasped loudly. My hand was trembling as it slid over the thick shaft, clearly I would need both hands to wield such a monster.

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed suddenly when my eyes fell to his lap and saw the outline my fingers were tracing. I froze, and my eyes didn’t move. My heart raced as I realized that I had broken from character.

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