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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ve never been fucked!” Ken said.

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

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

“It’s not going to fit!” Ken said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Watch this space …

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*Jake*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wanting to get home to Toby, Jake?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah, diarrhea.”

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

“Bad.”

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

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

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

“I take it, that it hurts there?”

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

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

“Why, I am just sick with a bug.”

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

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

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

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

“Yes, I brought Toby in.”

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

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

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

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

“Possible appendicitis.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I am right here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks, sorry about the remark earlier.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You knew I was your boyfriend months ago.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I laughed. “Yeah they can be.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did he say?” Alan asked.

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

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

“What do you mean?”

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

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

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

“Yeah I know, one of these days.”

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

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

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

“I am in pain, Doc.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, do you know the number?”

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

“Ok, no problem, what is her name?”

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

*******

*Toby*

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hello Toby, how are you feeling?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How are you doing Toby?”

“Good, I am sorry, Doc.”

“What for?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Flex your abdomen.”

“What?”

“Flex your muscles in your abdomen.”

I tried and hollered out. “Oh shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

*******

*Jake*

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

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

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

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

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

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

Matt: Why?

Bradley: Just wondering.

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

Bradley: Cool

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

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

Matt: yeah

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

Matt: Sure

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

“Go to your house.”

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

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

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

“So you are Matt.”

“Yes , Hi.”

“Go on into my room Matt.”

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

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

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

He laughed, “No, not a thing.”

“Let me go see what she wants.”

I put clothes on and headed for the living room.

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You did, we heard you.”

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

I went back to my room.

“Are you hungry? There are hamburgers?

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

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

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

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

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

“Try again.”

“I can’t. I’m not hard.”

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

“It’s nine.”

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

“Come again, Matt.”

“Bye.”

The next day we talked on instant messenger.

Matt: I have tomorrow off.

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

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

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

Matt: It is up to you.

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

Matt: I was hoping you would say that.

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

Matt: Sounds good

Bradley: See you

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

I walked into the living room.

“Matt is spending the night.”

“SPENDING THE NIGHT!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to try again.”

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

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

“Let’s use the pillow.”

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

“Wait.”

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

“I’m gonna cum.”

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

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

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

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

Jude.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You mean if you were here with me?”

“Yes.”

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

“Where would I sleep?” asked Jude.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know what I would do to you.”

“Tell me. I want to hear you say it.”

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

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

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

“What would you do with my cock?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re joking,” said Jude.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was Jude!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Neither have I,” mumbled Jude.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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It was dark when Greg’s eyes came open.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Poetic licence?” I asked .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s pretty big,” I said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you want me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nothing was too bizarre.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What makes you think that?” I teased.

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

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

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

“So?” I said really squeezing now.

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

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

“Sorry” I said blaming myself.

“You will be later Alex I promise.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was easy to do..

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

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

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

“How did you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And so this wonderful story goes on …

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