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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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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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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.

——-

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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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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*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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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.

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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.

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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.

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Watch this space …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good night boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let’s cover them then boy.”

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

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

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

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

“Sir, may I ask a question?”

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

“What exactly is he measuring me for Sir?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m all set,” he says.

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

“No problem.”

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

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

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

“Good Sir.” I replied, shakily.

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

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

“Okay boy. Anything else?”

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

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

“That’s all Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir,” I said with a shaky voice.

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir,” I whimper.

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

“Yes Sir.”

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

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

“Yes Sir.”

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

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

I open the door, and grab his drink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s better boy, keep doing that.”

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

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

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

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

He smacks my ass cheek with his free hand.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir. I will think about it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I said, “when?”

He replied, “Can you get away now?”

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

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

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

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

He said to me, “Get undressed”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He said, “sure, let me get it ready.”

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

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

I said, “Please cum on my face”.

He said, “Get on your knees slut.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“John, hey, wait, hold up.”

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

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

“Yea, that’s right.”

“Wow, she’s some stuff, isn’t she.”

“Yea, I imagine she’s good looking.”

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

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

“Yea, I suppose.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yea, right,” John responded.

“No, I’m serious. Why not?”

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

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

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

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

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

“But, we have no swimming trunks.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They both pulled down their underwear.

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

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

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

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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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