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Erotic Exotic Ball – The Charity Booth

“Attention, Attention. The charity portion of tonight’s ball is starting. There are two donation areas, one on each side of the arena. This is a special event being sponsored by iBANK.com and depends upon the generous donations of our guests. Have you heard the term ‘Charity Fuck!’ Well, that is what we have tonight. Ladies, we need you to ‘Give a fuck’ for charity. For each fuck you give out a minimum of $200 will be earned for charity. Give out more and greatly increase the contribution.

Gentleman, can you find a better way to donate to a worthwhile cause? For each $100 dollars you will be allowed a ‘Charity Fuck’ of one of our volunteers for up to five minutes or until you climax. You know, when the lizard spits. A matching contribution of $100 will be made by iBANK.com. Ladies, as a special incentive iBANK.com will double the value of each additional coupling you make. In other words, your second will be worth $300 ($100 from your donor and $200 from iBANK), your third $500 ($100 from your donor and $400 from iBANK), all the way up to your sixth for which iBank will match $2,500 for that fuck and all others. To encourage our gangbang queens; the tenth will receive a bonus of $10,000 as will the fifteenth fuck. After fifteen all will be worth $5000.

Trojan is donating all the condoms for this event and has thrown in a unique donation as well. Each used condom will be collected and emptied in a jar. For each ounce of sperm collected Trojan will make an additional donation of $5,000.

It’s already one am so we only have a few hours left to maximize these grants. Ladies, relieve your sexual tension for a good cause. Remember to look for our signs and “GIVE A FUCK FOR CHARITY!” Here is Nina Hartley to start us off.”

“We could go check that out.” Joan exclaims. “And Nancy, what was that you were saying about needing a good fuck?”

“That should be interesting.” Irene announces.

“I could sure use a good fucking!” Arlene proclaims.

“I wasn’t planning on fucking, just watching.” Nancy adds.

“Too each her own.” Arlene winks at Nancy. We have doubts about her real intentions.

“Well, should we go check it out?” Joan asks as she gets up.

“I’m game.” Irene agrees as she finds her little g-string and pulls it on. I laugh as she does and I am forced to explain. It just seems very strange to be “getting dressed” when all you have on is a miniscule piece of black over your pussy. She chides me equally well as I tuck my balls away into my sack and I place my cock in its holder. Nancy retrieves her panties as well.

“Joan what about you?” Irene asks

“I kind of like the naked pussy feel. I think I’ll just lose them here.” Joan responds with a smirk. So there we were walking back out through the adult toy store and into the crowd. The time alone had seemed even more special as we walked onto the concourse. The women again the center of attention. Arlene was still totally naked except for her body paint. She looked even more erotic since some of it had rubbed off. Her nipples and breasts were almost uncovered. Her shoulders and ass had been rubbed off, as had her inner thighs. Her pussy itself was stripped of paint. She obviously looked like someone who had been fucked.

Nancy was next. Still in her white camisole, her large tits bounced as she went. Now bottomless she walked on talking with Joan who was the model for sexual lust. She still wore her mask, as did everyone else, and her leather gloves and thigh high boots. She had thrown on her leather top but not tightened it up fully. Her breasts and nipples peeked out. She to was naked in the middle and her pussy still damp from my licking and her juices.

Irene, Cory and I followed closely behind. Irene is sexy as ever. Her long, dark brown nipples protrude proudly from her chest. From behind she looks naked; the little g-string wedged well into her crack. Only the narrowest of black fabric on her hips hints she may have anything on at all. From in front in looks like no more than a narrow patch of pubic hair. I look more the clown with my outfit, with my big black hard cock sticking up.

But, Cory is the sexiest by far. Her twin pigtails have started to come apart. She still looks in like she could be the sweat and innocent Little Bo-Beep. Until you notice cum stains on her semi-transparent top. Her socks are down around her ankles. She stops for a moment, “I think I left my panties behind?” We wait for her reaction, but she just shrugs her shoulders and moves on.

The women have fun on the way. Arlene barks at the cute guys, asking if they want to do a real dog. Nancy is waving at the crowd with her tits. Irene slinks along like cat woman while Cory makes sweat childlike faces to the crowd. She teases them, covering her boobs or pussy with her hands and making little “oh no!” motions. Joan is the favorite, snapping her whip and asking if anyone wants to lick her booties efeler escort or pussy.

We walk around the concourse and rediscover the charity area. There are three lines to get in. One is marked for “donors.” The others for “givers” and “viewers.” Needless to say, the line for the viewers was the longest followed closely by the givers. Arlene and Irene whispered together for a while and then surprised us. They disappeared into the “donors” door. Irene, Joan, Cory, Nancy and I stood dumbfounded until Arlene poked her head back out, “Just checking it out.”

We waited in the “viewer” line for another ten minutes before one of the organizers came out. He led us past the front of the line and into the “donation” area. The event has not yet started yet several other individuals had been taken to this area. The organizer explains that guests of a “donor” get special privileges. We looked at each other in amazement and then at the small auditorium constructed within the walkway of the Cow Palace.

Two raised platforms have been built around a center area. In the center are four small beds with slightly raised posts at one end. The first platform is five feet above the floor, giving a top-down view of the beds. The second is five feet higher than the first. Similar to the upper decks in a ballpark. A few more individuals are escorted to the first rail and then the crowd is let in.

The announcer comes out and explains the rules. First for the audience their will be no lewd gesturing or comments that are derogatory to the participants. These people are contributing to charity after all. Any misconduct will result in expulsion from the ball. Second, the maximum number of people allowed inside the viewing area is limited. If you leave you will need to go back through the line. Finally, people in the selected front row area have earned their spots through the contribution of their friends.

Then he explains the rules for the givers. Each will have up to five minutes or his first orgasm, after time is up they must leave. If they wish to participate further it will require another payment and time through the line. They are only allowed to fuck the participant vaginally. No fondling, including breasts and thighs, no genital foreplay (fingering) and no oral sex will be permitted. Any violation will result in expulsion.

With the rules set he introduced the first act. It was Nina Hartley the famous porn star. The show was kicked off as she gave two blowjobs and two fucks to members of her fan club for which she had donated the fee. Watching sex that close up was a real turn-on and I could feel myself getting hard within my costume. I was standing next to Nancy and Cory and could feel us pushing closer together. Nina quickly had all for men cumming and we were on to the next show.

The show got even better as the true amateurs showed up. Three ladies, one white and slightly overweight and two blacks, were led into the arena and proceed to mount the beds. They placed their legs on the post and the announcer let the first three contributors in. One came very quickly while another couldn’t get his equipment to work. An individual in the back row made a smart-ass comment regarding the impotence and was removed quickly, the organizer’s true to their word.

Two of the ladies left after their first fuck but one of the black women was game for a second try. The next two were let out and our mouths fell open. Arlene was led to the bed closest to us. As she walked by she winked and mouthed, “your next.” Which one of us she was talking to we did not know, although I didn’t think it could be me. We watched as she positioned herself doggy-style on the bed and placed her feet squarely against the post. They brought her a pillow for her head and led her suitor in.

The black woman was in the middle of her second fuck as a stout man with average size penis approached Arlene’s raised rear-end. He directed his cock into her and started to thrust. Arlene leaned back into him, intent on actually fucking the little guy. I realized she had not made eye contact or seen the person behind her, but was solely focused on the feeling of the penis plunging into her hole. She had wanted to get fucked and was.

The black woman finished off her second guy just as Arlene’s first contributor pulled out. I thought she was done but a second man was brought out and proceeded to fuck Arlene as the first had. None of us watching had been able to say anything. Arlene was taking her second stranger in the last five minutes. I hadn’t noticed as one of the organizers stopped in front of us.

“A special lady asks you to do her a favor.” I looked around and she clarifies the request is for me. She points at the opening where the ladies have been coming out and I notice Irene standing in the shadows waving very shyly. “The lady has a fantasy she has wanted to fulfill and thinks tonight is a wonderful opportunity. elbistan escort I understand you have been intimate with her before?” Nancy and Cory giggle as I nod in agreement and she continues, “The lady has always wanted to try a double or triple-penetration. In other words getting fucked in her ass, vagina and mouth at the same time. We are willing to give her the opportunity but we need to make sure someone see knows and trusts has her in the butt. We understand she has never had anal intercourse before and want to make sure we do not have an unfortunate incident. She has requested you since she feels you care for her. Is that so?” Of course I confirm I would never hurt Irene and agree to participate.

The table next to Arlene opens up and the announcer comes back on stage. The black woman is on her fourth guy and Arlene is finishing her third. “We have a special request tonight. A lady I am sure you will all recognize has a fantasy she wants fulfilled. Excuse us while we prepare for her.” I let go of Nancy and Cory, both of whom had snuggled with me tighter and tighter as we watched the show. I am led through the framing of the balcony and onto the floor. My g-string is dropped and I am asked to become hard.

Arlene has just been entered but she over hers this. She motions me forward and sucks my cock until it is hard, which does not take long. I am laid out on the table and the organizer places a condom on my cock. I lay back and look around, surprised to be greeted by several hundred faces staring back. The crowd falls silent as I hear the announcer, “I think you will all remember this lady. She had the starring role in our ‘Live Sex Act’ of the night. She has a fantasy to have all her holes filled. On the table is a friend of hers who will take her anal virginity. You heard that right. While I don’t expect we are seeing any virgins out her on the table tonight this will be her first anal penetration.” With that I felt the outside of my condom being lubricated by the host lady. Her hands feel wonderful as she strokes the lubricant over the condom.

Irene comes forward totally naked. She is helped up and over me until she is straddling my cock. I have a view of her back and ass as she is slowly lowered onto my cock. She is coached to relax and I feel my penis head start to separate her butt cheeks and find her ass. Irene lowers down and I push up against her sphincter. It feels great as she relaxes and my cock pushes into her, roughly ½ of its length embedded in her ass.

Irene leans back onto me, her back on my chest. I stay still and let her decided the depth of penetration and vigorousness of the anal fucking. Her head is in the crook of my chest as she turns her head and kisses me on the cheek. “Thank you for doing this for me.” She says. I tell her no problem and encourage her to look around. The site of all these people watching is making her hornier. The organizers check and Irene says she is ready.

My hands rub her stomach and chest as an unknown man takes a position behind Irene’s head. I can not see who it is that has just entered Irene’s pussy. I feel her body tense just a split second before I feel the cock entering her pussy. He starts to fuck her with moderate intensity. My cock only separated from his by the thin membrane that separates Irene’s ass from her vagina. His motion rocks her slightly but my main stimulus is from feeling his cock rubbing against mine inside Irene.

Her head is turned away from me and by the sounds I realize she is sucking on his cock. My hands reach up over her chest and fondle her tits. As the fucking gets more intense, and Irene’s body communicates more intensity I play with her nipples. The cock in her pussy stops, spasms and then is pulled out of her hole. Irene keeps sucking and in less than a minute I feel another cock enter her hole.

The new “fucker” is more intense and lasts longer. Irene is rocking to a new rhythm as I look over at Arlene. A smaller Asian man is working her pussy as she smiles at me. She is still getting fucked doggy-style and I can’t help but notice her breasts swaying under chest to the motion of his pounding.The person in her mouth was wearing a condom and has apparently cum. A third person is now in her cunt and working her hard. One of her hands has moved down between her legs, I would guess to play with her clit. Her head moves back to me and we lock in a french kiss. I tug on her long, special nipples hard as she begins to tense. “I’m going to cum.” She whispers a moment before her back arches.

I pull hard on her nipples as she bucks on top of me. My cock sliding more than before as she twitches on my cock. The person in her vagina hesitates and then resumes his intense fucking. Irene starts to scream out loud as wave after wave of orgasm sweeps her. Her head is embedded in my shoulder and her back fully of my chest and arched as she continues to scream in pleasure. After roughly one minute erciş escort she starts to subside.

Eventually she settles down and relaxes. The person in her cunt continues on for another thirty seconds until he cums. As he pulls out Irene relaxes back into me and I hug her. Slowly my cock eases out of her ass. This triggers another round of pleasure. After we are de-coupled Irene is helped off of the table and then I am. Irene is embarrassed by the applause she receives. The announcer happy to re-emphasize that is why she got the ‘Live Sex Act’ of the night award.

With a glove one of the assistants pulls the condom off before cleaning off my cock. I pass Arlene who is now getting ready for her sixth fuck. Several other gloved assistants are applying a lubricant to her pussy. The host leads me back to my spot and I pull myself back up among Cory, Joan and Nancy.

They are stunned and only Cory offers any comment, “Wow!”

Irene is led back and helped up to join us to another round of applause from the crowd. Her total contribution being four people, one orally and three vaginally, for a contribution to charity of $1,400. The organizer is with her and asks if she needs anything. I hold her around the waist and she replies “only a moment to recover.” The organizer stands close by as Joan and Nancy ask Irene about it.

She fills them in on the prep area that is through the doors. They have various toys and ‘people’ to help you get nice and wet before you come out. In her case they helped lube her ass for the penetration. Irene mentions they have two sections. This one out front for people that want to fuck in public and private booths in back for people that want to fuck in private.

She is glad she did it. “How many times do you get to live out a fantasy? And how many times can you do something like this in a really safe environment. The only thing I wasn’t sure about was doing it in public. I’m glad I did. Really glad! There is something erotic about doing something dirty in front of all these people. As I was getting fucked I’d look up and see these faces staring at me. It just made it that much more intense.” Irene concludes. “How about you?”

“I was stunned with proposition. Probably better I didn’t get to think about it. The first thing I noticed was how bright it seemed when you were down there. Or, more specifically, how hard it was to look up because you have to look past the lights. It wasn’t until I was on the bed with a full hard-on that I saw the crowd. It really turned me on thinking I was buck-naked with everyone looking. Then you came out and looked so sexy; so tentative yet lusty at the same time. Entering your ass was great. I got to see you come down on it, and then feel your ass rest on me, then your hair and the naked flesh of your back.

I was really surprised how it felt when the other guys screwed you. You can really feel them through your walls. I thought it would seem kind of gay but it didn’t. Your ass was so nice and tight. The thrusts of the guys in your pussy moved you enough to really stimulate me. And the feeling of their cocks rubbing up and down on mine was a lot like being masturbated. Seeing Arlene next door…all the fucking going on got me hot. And when you had your orgasms it just put everything over the top. A little more friction and I think I could of cum again!” I conclude.

Nancy asks Irene about her feeling during the acts. “It was great! I felt so full with him in there. And with the cock in my mouth and pussy I just felt like I was being ravished. I only saw the crowd for a brief moment before I was overcome. What I remember is the fullness of my cunt and ass, the tugging on my tits, the feel of his breath in my ear, the sounds of the crowd and warmth of the lights. If I had anymore energy I’d do it again!”

The organizer jumps on her chance. “Your always welcome back if you think you can handle some more. We’d love to have you? How about you other ladies?” She asks looking at Cory, Joan and Nancy. “In those outfits you’d be quite the hits!”

“You really would do it again?” Nancy asks Irene. She nods affirmative. “OK, I guess I’m in. But can I do it in private?” The host tries to talk her into the public session. With her physical attributes she would be a big hit…and generate more business. “Irene, did doing it out here make it better?”

“It did, I was reluctant at first. When you are standing in the shadows stark naked all you see is part of the railing and the people looking down at the activity you can’t see. You are aware of some of the cheering but really the sounds all merge together. What you are really aware of is your nudity and the fact that the reason you are nude is to go out in front of all these people, spread your legs and get fucked! It really is just getting fucked.

But, then that really starts to turn you on. You feel the air on your nipples and feel your pussy getting wet. I concentrated on it thinking of all those people looking at it when I spread. All those people anticipating what it would be like to be inside me…enjoying me. How it would feel to lay back and just let somebody pound away at me and how what I really wanted, since it was a stranger, was just for him to come up and fuck me hard.

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She’s riding him hard now. It’s close, we can all feel it. Her soft, perfectly round ass slaps noisily on his hairy flesh. I watch as his legs, hanging off the edge of the bed, twitch in motion. His toes dig into the carpet at moments of particular perfection, when her pussy has stroked the entirety of his wet cock. Sitting directly opposite the bed, I can’t see him. I simply imagine the ecstasy on his sweaty, bearded face while surveying the vision before me: the back of her figure straddling him, her legs on either side, and their union: hairy, pink, wet.

Their moans now fill the room entirely, combining with the noise of smacking flesh. Her back glistens with sweat and her long black hair flicks across, damp at the ends from hitting her back repeatedly. On occasion, her hands are raised, as if she is enjoying this in some other dimension entirely, one where we, the seated and the fucked, are not present.

When his hands reach around to grab her back, I know it’s time. His fingers dig into her flesh, leaving red marks on the tanned surface. “Take me,” he says. She brings her hands down, places them on his chest I imagine, and cries “cream me, baby.” The unexpected vulgarity seems to awaken him from whatever passive daze he was in. He puts his thighs into motion and pumps her. His elongated balls, previously idle between his legs, now swing forth, almost striking her sweet hole, the one he has left unfilled. Before long, he’s crying out. Between the expletives, I hear a muffled “fill your pussy up.” And then, as if changing her mind about who is in control, she clamps down on his thighs to stop his pumping while at the same time slowing down her tempo and staying elevated. dörtyol escort This leaves just the tip of his thick cock inside her pussy, for what seems like entire minutes but in reality is probably seconds. As I look closer, I see the lips of her pink pussy move minutely; she is literally milking him. Observing the spectacle, my cock signals its full arousal uncomfortably from my briefs again.

His voice trails into a high pitched moan. He twitches, attempting to thrust his cock back in, to finally climax. But she keeps herself raised, just out of reach. And when it seems like too much, as if he would pass out from the teasing tension (which my own arousal is becoming increasingly responsive to), she brings herself down. His moan ends in a soundless scream. I see his tool spasm repeatedly, sending tremors through his body. His feet jerk uncontrollably, his hands slip from her back. She expertly brings herself down, lingers a while, and then brushes his sac with her wet vulva. He convulses uncontrollably from the sensitivity. I once again fight the unbearable urge to pull my own throbbing cock out and stroke it out right there and then. I am certain I would last mere seconds.

I hear a soft chuckle from her. She decides to release him from his agony by bringing her pussy back up again, but this time only halfway up his wet, spent cock. It is covered by a thin sheen of his cum, and as she hovers over it, more of the juice comes seeping out, dribbling down slowly and viscously. Soon, what’s visible of his cock and balls is entirely white.

When he sighs finally, she removes herself. His cockhead pops out of her pussy, coated in düziçi escort his seed and her juices, glistening white and pink. It stands erect in the air victoriously for a few seconds, before plopping down to his stomach.

Although she lays herself on top of him, she is not done. A trembling energy still possesses her, and she reaches underneath herself and begins rubbing her vulva. I see sticky fingers poking from underneath, pulling apart the wet, pink folds. A minute later, she thrusts herself out. Her pussy hangs in the air, wet, white, inviting. She tosses her head back, looks at me, and adds, quite unnecessarily, “come finish me, babe.”

I am out of the chair in an instant. The briefs, damp at the front from all the precum I have leaked in them, come off simultaneously. My cock, free in the air at last, twitches in anticipation of the reward she, and indeed I, have silently denied it so far. As my foreskin rolls back slowly, the precum pooled under it streaks out. I position myself in front of her, squatting slightly, and trace my wet cock from her tight asshole down to her waiting pussy. She trembles, moans deeply. I let my cock rest on her cunt for a moment, trying to see if she can be teased. But she knows the limits of my desire, and when she pushes back lightly, when her wet, plumped lips brush my cockhead, I can wait no more. I push inwards, in one forceful move, until I am fully in her. My cock wades luxuriously through his cream, getting lubricated, and comes to rest inside her warmth. To remind me further of his presence, she lowers herself. I put up my right leg on the bed for leverage and correspondingly squat lower to remain edremit escort inside her, until my balls come to rest on his. I feel their sticky wetness, am aroused even more.

She can’t wait anymore. “Fuck me ’til I scream” is her command. I do, and she does. My cock slides in and out of her wetness just as I feel his underneath. As her pussy strokes the entirety of my cock, so does his sodden crotch caress my sac. The pleasuring I give her, and take from him, captures me, takes me along with her as her voice becomes guttural. She comes before me. I know because her pussy clenches around my cock, squeezing it tighter, and because her moans enter a different register, somewhere between the pain and pleasure of sensitivity.

I want to tease her, to draw out her unbearable torture, to fuck her senselessly until she begs me to stop. But I am too close. Almost against my will, my hands clutch her ass, soft and sweaty, and begin pumping her hard. As if on cue, his hand reaches out, runs the length of the leg I have propped up on the bed, and stops at my ass, grabbing my right cheek tightly and pulling me in closer. In between her cries, completely animal like now, my own grunts, and his forceful pressure, I come. A cock explodes in her pussy again, and fills it with hot seed. His and mine mingle together, inside her warmth.

She waits patiently for me to drain myself, to catch my breath, to withdraw. I do, brushing the tip of my creamy cock on her ass, then his balls. He twitches, as if tickled, and releases me from his grip. I go and lie down next to him, exhausted. He looks at me sleepily and contently. She rolls from on top of him to between us, hooking her leg over my thigh. Her wet pussy grazes me as she does. I lazily watch her reach out to stroke his limp cock. Her fingers scrape some of his remaining cum. She holds it up to the light, and smiles to herself. Her hand is on my chest next, spreading him over me. I snuggle to her, and him, and we sleep.

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It’s very rare that I remember the details of a dream. But this one stayed in my mind probably because of how incredibly hot it was. My story consists of what I remember combined with events that were real. It’s up to you to discern what’s real and what’s not. So here goes…

I was on vacation and staying at a friends home. It was a beautiful home with large windows looking over the water. I was very relaxed and enjoying the company of my friends. It was getting late and I decided to hit the shower before heading off to bed.

The showers were large and open. There was also no privacy as they were situated right next to the living room and had large glass doors. At first I was apprehensive as my friends were all sitting there drinking and talking. But I thought what the hell and decided to strip down. I throw my clothes on the sofas outside the shower. Just as I am about to step in, Kelly and Melissa come over and sit on the sofa. I stop, turn back, and start chatting with the two girls while standing behind the sofa – and think nothing of being naked.

Kelly stands up and joins me behind the sofa as I am talking to Melissa. Kelly is small and pretty. She’s fit as could be and has tight body. You know those runners are! Kelly bends over the back of the sofa and is now resting her head in her chin – very casual. I instinctively place my hand on her back and start giving her a one-handed massage. She seems to be enjoying it and moans a few times. But she continues talking to Melissa about their plans for the following day.

My hand slowly moves its way down her back towards her ass. Kelly has on a short skirt and reaching the bottom of it took no time. She glances over at me and gives me a quick smirk. As if on command, my cock begins to rise. Melissa looks down and noticed my rising cock. She too looks up at me and smirks. Well the next thing you know my hand is under Kelly’s skirt and I’m gently kneading her butt. All of a sudden, Melissa went from talking about the great shoes they found that day to blurting out, “Slide your finger in her asshole. She likes that!”

My hand stops moving as I was very surprised at what Melissa said. She follows up by saying, “Come on Paul – fuck her ass!” I’d never done that before and didn’t know how to respond. Melissa grabs my hand, shoves my finger in her mouth, and starts sucking. Then she says it’s wet and ready and asks what I’m waiting on.

Kelly doesn’t hesitate so I assume she was okay with it. I place my hand back on her ass, gently spreading her cheeks apart, and slowly begin to slide my finger in. It feels weird – different. Melissa continues talking to me – or should I say demanding me – “That’s it. Fuck her. Fuck Kelly. She likes that.” Kelly’s eyes are closed and she’s moaning softly. My finger are moving slowly – in and out. It’s tight. I pick up the pace and I could see Kelly is enjoying it. Her moans are getting louder. Melissa asks if she likes getting fucked in the ass. Kelly just nodded a very pleasurable ‘Yes.’

By this time, my cock is throbbing and I reach down to touch it for a little relief. Melissa slaps my hand away and orders me to fuck her mouth. She pulls me closer to the sofa so that my cock in inches from her mouth. I cannot believe this woman is being so aggressive with me! But I’m loving it!

Kelly opens her eyes to see me offering my cock to Melissa. She asks me if I can fuck Melissa’s mouth while I finger-fuck her ass. Of course, I can. Kelly then looks at me and tells me to give her my cock. Who am I to refuse? Melissa’s warm mouth takes in my cock and I can feel her tongue up against it. My balls are in her hand and she’s sucking away. “Fuck her mouth, Paul!” Kelly shouts. “Fuck her mouth good!” I’m having a difficult time focusing on Kelly’s sweet ass and Melissa hot mouth and Kelly can see this.

She demre escort pulls my finger out of her ass and moves back to the sofa next to Melissa. Kelly then sits down behind Melissa Indian-style with Melissa between her knees. Kelly’s hand is on Melissa’s head pushing it onto my cock, making her gag. “That’s it, Paul. Fuck her mouth good. Make her choke on your cock”. I’m not believing this! Kelly then pulls her hair and takes her completely off my cock and proceeds to kiss her. Their tongues are twisted together while my cock is throbbing.

Kelly shoves her friends face back onto my cock. Melissa continues to suck my cock like there’s no tomorrow. I can feel my cock swelling even more and that familiar feeling I get when I’m about to cum. I let the girls know and Kelly pulls Melissa away from me. She says, “I want that cum. You’re not getting it all bitch.” Kelly tells me to jerk off over their tongues and, of course, I oblige. The girls are passionately kissing each other with their tongues as I’m jerking off. Seeing this gets me even more turned on.

I direct my cock at their awaiting tongues just as a huge stream of my cum flows out of y pulsating cock. I’ve never cum that much in my life! It’s dripping off their tongues as they continue to kiss. Melissa breaks away and asks me if I want some. I said ‘no thanks’ but that was not the right answer. Melissa request turns into Kelly’s demand. She rises up, grabs the back of my head, and forces her tongue (and my cum) into my mouth. Then she beckons Melissa to do the same. The next thing you know, all three of us are in this hot, cum-covered kiss.

In a blink they were gone and I was left there by myself, spent and confused.

As I’m drying off after my shower, Deidre comes by and tells me to hurry if I want my massage. I give her a puzzled look but follow her lead. Deidre and I are now in a quiet room lit with candles. She takes my towel away and says to lie down. I do. And with my face buried in the table, Deidre begins to rub my back and shoulders. Deidre is this gorgeous, red-headed friend of mine. I’ve always wanted her but couldn’t get anywhere close. Is this really happening?

Her hands move down my back, over my ass, down my legs, and end at my feet. Then she tells me to turn over. Somewhere during all of this, Deidre has undressed and is looking down at me. For the first time, I see this woman’s beautiful body. Her small breasts are finished with ripe, large nipples. Her flat stomach. And of course, a completely shaven pussy. Wow! Again, my cock is standing at attention.

She turns her head to see my full penis and touches it. Then she gently wraps her small hand around it. Then she slowly starts stroking it. Her touch is soft and gentle. But that didn’t last long as in walks Erica. Erica is another friend of mine that I’ve wanted to fuck since I laid eyes on her. She is just about the hottest black woman I know. But she’s very demanding.

Erica comes up behind Deidre grabs her by her red hair and says, “Are you gonna suck that cock or what?” Without even giving Deidre a chance to answer, Erica’s dark lips descend up on my cock. “What are you waiting for bitch, get on your knees and take care of my pussy!” Whoa! Seeing Deidre’s white face up against Erica’s dark body was an incredible sight. It didn’t take a lot of Deidre’s sucking on Erica’s clit and tongue-fucking her to get her off. Erica’s body began to shake and tremble as she let loose all over sweet Deidre’s lips, tongue, and chin. “Now get the fuck out of here and come back with David!” I was disappointed that Erica made Deidre leave but she soon came back with Erica’s husband David.

“Deidre, go back to Paul while my husband fucks me.” I was thrilled to know that Deidre would be paying attention to me again. Deidre is kinda derince escort shy but with Erica’s guidance, she’d be okay. “Suck his cock, whore!” Erica shouts. With that, Deidre picks up where Erica left off – with my cock in her mouth. But I want to taste her pussy. Deidre climbs up on the table and positions her pussy over my face. Mmmmm. Sweet. Wet. Delicious. I turn my head and see David’s large, black cock pounding Erica’s pink, wet pussy.

David looks up and sees Deidre’s pussy over my face. He’s practically staring at her cunt while fucking his wife. Erica opens her eyes just for a second to see her husband checking out Deidre’s pussy. “You want some of that? You wanna fuck that white bitch? Go ahead. Don’t let me stop you.” Erica couldn’t believe it when he pulled his cock out of her and began walking over to us. She just sat there, legs open, and pussy dripping. I was in disbelief myself.

Deidre, who has positioned herself in a 69 is giving my cock undivided attention has no idea what is going on. I turn back to her pussy and start tonguing her clit again, which causes her body to spasm. I think my cock grew another inch with what happened next.

David walks over stroking his 8-inch cock. I could sense his nearness even though I was focused on Deidre’s pussy. The next thing I know, his cock is inches over my face about to plunge in Deidre. “Fuck her, you bastard,” Erica shouts out. She follows her command with another – “Paul, help him get his dick into her pussy. NOW!” My mind is racing at this point.

I’ve seen a lot of porno movies and a lot of big cocks. But I’ve never wanted to touch one or be near one. That’s just weird. Before I could complete my thought Erica shouts “NOW, PAUL” again. I reached up and place my hand around David’s cock. My heart is racing but I’m intrigued. I stroke it a few times just like I would stroke mine. I can see him looking down at me. I was in a trance fixated on his dick when I hear Ms. Erica shouting again – “FUCK HER NOW DAVID!” With that, I guided his cock to her hole and he push forward just enough to where his big, black head was right at her pussy. Then he slammed that thing into her. She didn’t see it coming and squealed loudly.

My cock was released from her mouth as she had to gasp for air. David’s cock was all the way in Deidre’s tight, wet pussy. I began lapping at her clit as she squirmed on me. “COME ON DAVID. FUCK THAT WHITE PUSSY!” He begins to pick up the pace and is pumping in and out of Deidre. His cock is right there. I can’t believe it. I’m sucking this girl’s pussy as some guy is fucking her. Wow!

I glance over and see Erica frantically rubbing her black pussy. Both her and David have smooth, chocolate milk colored skin. She looks so hot fingering herself while shouting out commands. After a while, Erica gets up and comes over to the three of us. She leans close to my face and asks me how Deidre’s pussy tastes. And if I enjoy being so close to her husband’s cock. I mumbled something affirming.

Just as I was saying that, David’s cock slipped out of Deidre’s pussy and plopped right onto my face. Great! Now what. Well, Erica didn’t miss the opportunity, grabbed his cock, and pulled to my mouth. “SUCK IT. SUCK IT.” That was just too much for me to do and I looked at her with my lips sealed like I was about to take cough syrup.

“SUCK IT!” David forced his cock forward and practically forced it into mouth. My mouth open and his dick slipped in my mouth. I’ve never done this and had no idea what to do. I worked it like how I would want my cock sucked. This caused David to start fucking my mouth. I’m not believing this. But I’m so into it and Erica is seeing this. I reach up and start playing with balls which causes him to moan. “That’s it, Paul. Suck my husband’s cock. Fuck his mouth, didim escort David.” Just as I’m getting into it and enjoying the sensation of a cock in my mouth I hear “ENOUGH!”. Great, I thought. “FUCK THAT WHORE’S PUSSY AGAIN!”.

Erica moves down my body towards Deidre’s head. I can only hear what she’s saying since I have a pussy and cock over my face. But what I hear, I like. She’s not as loud with Deidre now. “You like my husband’s black cock in your pussy, baby? You like that? You like having a cock in your mouth and in your cunt, whore? Yeah? You gonna share Paul’s cock with me?” With that I feel Deidre’s mouth come off my cock and replaced by Erica’s.

Erica sucks my cock much harder than Deidre. Then I feel both their tongues on my dick. What a feeling!! “SPIT IN MY MOUTH, BITCH – AGAIN! MORE!” I can only picture Deidre spitting into Erica’s mouth. What I can see is David’s pace picking up. I’m beginning to think that with his pace combined with his moaning, he’s about to cum. So can Erica. She comes back to get a closer view of her husband pounding his cock in and out of Deidre.

It only took a few more thrusts before he pushed far into her and stopped. I couldn’t see his cock as it was buried in her pussy but I knew what was happening. “COME IN HER PUSSY, DAVID!” And with that he filled her up. Cum was forced out of her pussy and right onto my tongue, which was still teasing her clit. I was actually tasting another man’s cum.

Deidre pussy began to throb and her body followed suit. She was coming hard. Her pussy was actually flowing with cum. I was close enough to see her cunt tightening around David’s cock. When she stopped, he pulled out slowly. And a flood of his cum and her juices flowed onto my lips, tongue, and chin. Erica looks at me and proceeds to lick my face clean. Her tongue is in my mouth and we kiss passionately.

She breaks away and says, “Now it’s your turn, Paul.”

She commands Deidre to get off of me and tell her and husband to get on their knees. They do. Then she makes me get up, stand next to them. I do. Erica then tells them both to start sucking my cock and not to stop until she tells them to. I was excited about Deidre’s mouth wrapped around my dick. But I was not so thrilled about David sucking me off. That soon changed. Deidre held my cock and offered it to him. He stuck it in his mouth like a pro. I instinctively began fucking his mouth. Deidre was alternating taking my balls into her mouth.

In the meantime, Erica is biting my nipples and fingering my ass. I was in heaven. She stopped and sat on the massage table next to us and started fingering her pussy while watching her husband and Deidre suck me off. Then Erica spread her legs open and invited me in. I walked over and my cock slid right into her pussy. I was already close to coming and knew I wouldn’t last long. Deidre started kissing her and moved down to her breasts where she stopped to suck on her hard nipples. Meanwhile, David was under us sucking my balls. He would occasionally stop to tongue-fuck his wife’s ass.

Suddenly, Erica pushes me away and with her husband’s face right up against her pussy, she comes. But not just any orgasm. Erica squirts what seems to be a gallon onto David’s face, which he hungrily laps up. Her orgasm seemed to last forever but it finally subsided.

My cock was still hard as a rock and needed relief. Erica, breathing hard, tell Deidre to go stand behind me. Then she instructs her to jerk me off – slowly. She tells David to take my cum in his mouth so he positions himself on his knees, in front of me. I didn’t care.

Deidre know how to give a hand job. She sensed when I was about to come and stopped jerking me off allowing my body to take over. My cock spurted it second load for the night and it was just as much. David took it into his mouth – all of it. He then stood up, went over to Erica, and spit it into her mouth. She, in turn, did the same to Deidre. They kissed long and hard sharing my come like it was their last meal.

Just then I hear a train in the distance. I open my eyes. I’m hot. What just happened here?

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I had been seeing Jim for about 6 weeks as my sometimes personal trainer and oftentimes lover for about 6 weeks. My wife was beginning to notice the difference in me, more energy and higher sex drive but she attributed it to the “exercises” I was doing with Jim. She had even mentioned once or twice that she should start working out a little to. I always agreed but did not push the issue because I wanted Jim all to myself for a while yet.

Jim called one morning that I was to meet him in the afternoon to tell me that he had an old friend in town visiting but it would be okay for me to come over if I was okay with that. I was a little apprehensive but quickly adjusted my thinking that if Jim was inviting me it must be okay. I said sure that I would be there at the regular time and he said to come a little early because they had “plans”. I instantly got a twinge in my pants and agreed to come early.

I rang Jim’s doorbell an hour early and he let me in whispering in my ear that I was really going to like this workout and giving me a big shoulder squeeze. He led me into the kitchen where sat an attractive blonde sipping her coffee. Jim introduced her as Randi and said that they had known each other since high school. I reached out to shake Randi’s hand but she stood and grabbed my hand and put it around her waist, almost on her ass and gave me a big strong hug. Her grapefruit sized tits pressed into my chest and she made a point of pressing her crotch against mine. I slowly broke her hold and stepped back to look at her. Her 6 inch heels made her just a little shorter than me but she had some very shapely muscular legs that just looked like they wanted to be wrapped around someone. Her legs disappeared into a pretty short skirt that just showed her stocking tops. Her low cut silky blouse showed some very promising lace lined cleavage peeking out Randi had soft blonde hair that stopped right at her shoulders and one of the most interesting faces I had ever been this close to on a woman. She was attractive in a not real pretty way, almost like there was something hiding in her face, although I quickly decided that the rest of the package would make up for whatever flaw that was.

Jim poured me a cup of coffee and we sat at the table visiting. Randi asked about me and soon had my whole story including how Jim and I got together. As that story was being told, I felt her stocking covered foot rub against my leg. When I started asking about their relationship I felt like I was getting some evasive answers. Finally, Jim got up and came around the table to stand between Randi and me. Let’s go get comfortable was all he said and grabbed our hands and led us toward his bedroom.. I wasn’t about to resist this adventure, I mean I like being with guys, but Randi’s big tits really had my attention too.

In the bedroom, Jim and Randi sat on the cumra escort bed and started undressing me first. Their hands worked in quick unison to undo all my clothing and when it came to my shorts they both lingered a long time stroking my ass and slowly lowering them to reveal my already rigid cock. Randi cooed as she placed a loving kiss on the head and gave my balls a little squeeze. Jim stood and set me down in his place on the bed and Randi and I started the undressing process on him. When we got to Jim down to his undies we turned him around to play with his great ass. Randi told me that Jim’s ass is what she had always found to be the best part of his body. I agreed, but Jim turned on us and said that this was the part that needed more attention right now, showing us his big thick cock. Randi planted a kiss on him just like she had me then stood and sat Jim on the bed next to me.

Randi knelt in front of the two of us and began stroking our cocks and cooing about how fun this was going to be. Her writhing worked her already short skirt even higher and I was catching glimpses of her panties but getting a great view down the front of her blouse that seemed to be magically unbuttoning itself. Randi stood, pulling Jim and me together for a hug and kiss, then stepped back just a bit to start a very slow, sensual striptease. She slowly rotated, gyrating her hips in slow circles. As her pretty round ass came around to us her skirt lifted just enough to see her the soft globes of her ass separated by the thin material of her thong. Turning again to face us her blouse fell from her shoulders exposing her lacy bra the barely contained her full breasts. You could now tell that Randi had a close relationship with a plastic surgeon but as the bra opened it revealed a nearly perfect pair of tits with small dark nipples. Randi moved in and guided Jim and mine face to her luscious mounds. Her little nipples reacted quickly to being sucked and stood out like they wanted more. Randi pulled away and began sliding her small skirt down her hips. Turning so that her round inviting ass was again facing us, her skirt lowered to reveal her thin black thong and then enough that we could see he mound between her legs. Working her hips in slow circles, Randi started backing toward us again, working her hands over her ass cheeks.

When Randi slid her hands into the waist band of her thong and began working it down her shapely hips, Jim said to me that Randi was the best kicker that their high school ever had and had never missed a field goal in 4 years. I just said really as he waited for what he had said to sink in to my otherwise preoccupied brain. When it hit me, I turned to Jim to see a big grin on his face. I turned to Randi just as she turned to face us again and drop her thong to the floor. Her dick stood out proudly I front dalaman escort of her and she also just grinned at me. I did the first thing that came to mind, and grabbed her hips and pulled that pretty little cock to my mouth.

Jim’s head went to my lap and he began licking my excited cock while I feasted on Randi’s proud little cock and balls. When I had her good and hard her dick was only about 4 inches long and not very thick at all. She also had small little balls about the size of acorns and I was able to take all of her into my mouth at once and work my tongue over all of her. I was able to reach over Jim and make sure that his hard throbbing cock was not left out. He was huge with anticipation and I knew just where I wanted him to end up with his release. Randi’s knees started getting week and she laid her chest over my head to support herself. Feeling her big boobs on my head reminded me that I had not had the chance to really check them out yet. I let her cock slide from my mouth and kissed my way up to her nice handful of tits, taking them in both hands and licking from one nipple to the other. Her tiny little nipples instantly responded and got hard as rocks as I sucked and nibbled on them. I told Randi that I wanted to cover her tits with cum so we could all clean them off together. She just laughed and said that she thought we could make that happen.

We all stopped for a moment to get arranged on the bed. Randi settled in with my cock in her hungry mouth while Jim started sucking on her and I got to have my way with Jim’s huge cock. I had noticed that the more time we spent together Jim seemed to get larger and larger. I had not had the chance to measure him but he appeared to be about 8 inches long and I could barely get my hand around him sometimes. Randi had worked her way across my balls and was now licking at my eager asshole. I was opened enough that she could easily slide a couple of fingers in. I told Jim that I was ready for him.

Randi laid on her back and I got on top of her. While I sucked on her hot little dick and licked her balls and tight puckered hole, she give my hard rod a good soaking and let me rub it in between her soft tits. I felt Jim climb up behind me and get In the lucky man position. Randi eagerly sucked on his huge dick, covering it with her slick saliva, while Jim lubed up my tight ass and started working a couple of fingers up into my butt. Jim aimed his spit covered cock right for my waiting asshole and slowly crammed his whole 8 inches into my eager butt. Randi was squirming under watching Jim’s big dick fill my hole. I could feel her playing with his balls as she sucked on mine. When I could begin to relax and enjoy the fucking I was getting, I returned my attention to Randi’s hot little cock. Working my hands under her cute ass I started fingering her datça escort ass as I suck up and down on her. She was alternating my dick between her mouth and those nice tits of hers while Jim was thrusting away between my spread cheeks.

I felt Randi stiffen under me and she sucked my cock deep in her throat, holding me tight, as she began jerking wildly into my mouth. I watched her hard little balls draw up tight as her hot cum stared spewing into my waiting mouth. Jim even stopped his thrusting to watch Randi ride out her orgasm. She held me tight with both her arms and her mouth until the waves subsided and she took in a deep breath around my throbbing cock still lodged deep in her throat. When she let me lift my dick from her mouth she gave a big shiver and said “God, that was good.”

Jim pulled back out of me and we let her have her moment, and a moment was all she needed. She rolled me over on my back and climbed right up on top of me. Without any effort, she grabbed my rigid cock and worked it into her waiting ass. She was quickly riding my cock, bouncing her ass against my legs, letting me watch her big tittles bounce with her. She told Jim to finish filling her up so he move in behind her and pushed her down on top of me. I reached around her ass and spread her wide open as Jim lined his big stiff dick up with mine and began pressing it into her ready ass. She wiggled and squirmed as Jim worked that huge cock into her ass along with mine. When he was about half way in, he began thrusting in and out and I started stroking just the opposite. Besides the tight hot ass I was working my dick into I got to enjoy feeling Jim’s massive rod slide in and out against mine. Randi managed to push her big tits toward my mouth and begged me to suck on them. I was able to get her nipple in my mouth and begin licking and biting on it. Again, Randi stiffened and I felt her hot sperm squirt onto my belly and spread into our stomachs. I knew that my own climax was very close and a look at Jim’s face told me that he was holding off as long as he could.

When I announced that I was ready to come and that set us all into motion. Jim pulled out of Randi’s ass and helped her up on her knees. I managed to climb out from under her and Jim and I both aimed our big hard dicks at Randi’s tits that she held up at the ready. Her mouth went back and forth between us until we both shot off all over her tits, covering them with hot jets of sperm. When we both had emptied onto her we all joined in the cum feast on her tits, licking her clean before collapsing on the bed in a heap.

Randi was the first to be able to stir and fetched us all something to drink before we continued our playing. The three of us spent the afternoon getting to know each other very well and I was very glad to hear that Randi was planning on moving back into the area within the year, so our fun could always continue. Jim was very glad to hear that news and even offered to let Randi move in with him for a while. I had a feeling that if Randi went through with her surgery and everything worked out it would be for more than just a while, but that is more story for later.

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Prelude

A soft, warm breeze blew in through the open veranda doors, causing the sheer curtains to billow into the room like puffy white clouds in the twilight. The breeze made me shudder as it caressed the thin film of sweat that coated my body. The movement of my body made Ben stir a bit against me. I was still impaled upon his cock. It had started going flaccid as he drifted into sleep, but my stirring wakened it a bit and I could feel it hardening in my ass as Ben thrust forward with his hips to completely re-bury his rod inside of me.

He had fallen asleep with his cock inside of me and one hand wrapped possessively around my penis and the other caressing my chest. He grunted and drew me closer into him as he began to slowly move in and out of me. It felt as if my small, skinny body was being absorbed into his large, beefy torso. Even though he was sixty years old, no one could ever accuse Ben of being under-sexed.

He had fallen asleep after fucking the shit out of me for the last few hours and here he was, fucking me in his sleep. His cock was hard and throbbing now. The pace of his thrusting quickened and he began to shudder as I felt his load erupting into my ass. How could he still have so much in him after all of our love-making? He shuddered with the spasms of his eruption and his love-juice leaked out of my ass. It was over quickly. He snuggled closely and fell deeper into sleep with his arms wrapped tightly around me. I sighed deeply. How I had I come to this? Where had it all begun?

The Magazine

I guess it all started with a magazine. It was years ago – the early seventies; a different time; a simpler time; a time with no internet or cell phones or big screen TV’s or tablet computers. I was eighteen years old and bound for my freshman year of college. My parents had taken me on a final summer fling to that famous theme park in Florida. It had been a nice trip, but now it was over and we were at the airport in Chicago waiting for our bags to come down the conveyor. Nature called and I excused myself to head to the men’s room.

I was a pretty normal teenage boy; or at least I thought I was. I was full of raging hormones and constantly horny and very aware of all the temptations that surrounded me. Those temptations basically consisted of teenaged girls and it didn’t take much to awaken little Paul, Jr. who resided in my pants. I had already had some success with the girls despite the fact that I wasn’t exactly jock material.

In fact, I was a skinny, little guy whose five-foot, six-inch frame weighed in at one hundred and ten pounds. And Paul, Jr. wasn’t really all that much to write home about. He stiffened up to only about five inches and was not very thick around. But when I pulled back his foreskin it exposed an attractive little head that glistened with pre-cum whenever temptation occurred. But I wasn’t prepared for the temptation that presented itself in the airport restroom.

Instead of stepping up to the lavatory and pissing like a man, I retreated to a stall as was my wont. I didn’t like exposing my little cock to other guys and, quite frankly, I never really mastered the art of pissing while standing up. I always seemed to spray all over the place and never hit the desired target. So, I generally sat down like a girl to do my duty. So, I picked a stall, put one of those paper protectors over the seat, pulled down my pants and sat down.

And there it was; at eye-level. It was a magazine propped on top of the toilet paper holder. “Men and Their Boyz” was the title on the cover. The front cover was a photograph of a large man standing in back of younger man. The older guy had one arm draped around the boy’s shoulders and the other arm across the boy’s torso with his hand cupping the boy’s cock. There was a lascivious sneer on the face of the older man. The boy’s eyes were closed and the look on his face communicated arousal and surrender. I took the magazine in my hands and as I stared at the powerful image on the cover, I could feel my cock begin to twitch to life.

This was unexpected, but not unpleasant. I opened the magazine and began to leaf through the pages. There were pictures of couples on every page; an older guy and a boy. The disclaimers in the magazine declared that all models were eighteen or older, but it was obvious that the boys chosen to model looked like young teenagers.

The deeper I progressed into the magazine, the more erotic the images became. First there were men kissing their boys; then fondling their boys while kissing them; then kissing them with their hands down the boy’s pants. The centerfold was a photo of the man and boy on the front cover. But this time the boy was naked and the man was pinching one of his nipples with one hand and squeezing the boy’s erect cock with his other hand. My own cock was now stiff and throbbing and I realized that I was stroking myself çerkez escort while staring at this photo. This couldn’t be right; not getting aroused by pictures of males playing with each other!

But I was mesmerized. I kept turning pages. The pages after the centerfold were so hot! Now there were photos of men sucking their boy’s dicks and boy’s sucking their men’s huge penises. I was stroking harder and faster as I turned the pages. The last two pages were like another centerfold spread. It was the man and boy from the cover again. This time they were both naked. The boy was on all fours. The man was kneeling in back of him with his hands on the boy’s hips and his cock half-buried in the boy’s ass. There was a look of triumph on the man’s face.

But it was the look on the boy’s face that pushed me over the edge. It was a look of pure lust and passion and fulfillment. My eyes took it all in and then focused on the boy’s cock. It was standing out hard and stiff and dripping cum. As my eyes went back to the boy’s face I could no longer contain my own passion. I finished myself off, violently jacking my cock as I came and came and came! At that moment, I wanted to be the boy!

Sated, I pulled myself together and cleaned myself up and returned to the terminal. My parents were concerned about what took so long, but I deflected that and we made it home safe and sound. Intellectually, I knew that what I had experienced in the men’s room was rather “gay.” And “gay” was not accepted at that time in history. But I knew that I wasn’t gay. I was just a young guy who got hard at the drop of a hat. I was sure that further exposure to things like that magazine would have no effect whatsoever on me. And just to prove it, I had stuffed the magazine in my carry-on bag and brought it home with me.

I didn’t take it out until the second day home. My parents were both out of the house for a few hours and so I retrieved my new-found treasure and sat at my desk with it. As convinced as I was that it would have no effect on me, within a matter of minutes I was starting to sport an erection from looking at the dirty, filthy, oh so hot and erotic photos in that book. In no time at all my heart was racing, my cock was stiff and hard and throbbing and I was frantically fondling myself.

I came to the photo at the end of the book; the photo of the boy being fucked and enjoying it. His eyes seemed to bore into mine. They seemed to be saying: “Be me! Be me!” I came four times in the few hours that my parents were gone.

Of course, I knew that what was happening to me was not normal. And I was certain that it was just a fluke, a passing thing that wouldn’t last. And to prove that to myself I looked at the magazine every day, multiple times a day. The pictures burned themselves into my mind and by the end of the week it was like I was addicted to that damned book. I pulled it out every chance I got and when I pulled it out I pulled my cock out too! Maybe it was just something about this particular book?

Maybe I should get another picture book to prove to myself that it was only these men and boys I was attracted to; not men and/or boys in general. And so I decided to get another magazine. On the back cover, there was an address for the store that had sold the book. It was right here in Chicago. In the Old Town section. I determined to go there the next day.

The Bookstore

Old Town was a pretty raunchy area in those days. It had a few nice restaurants and clubs; but a lot of it was XXX rated theaters, strip clubs, gay bars – and adult book stores. I found the book store that had sold my magazine. It was a bland, dark storefront with opaque windows and metal grating on the windows and door. I entered warily and was immediately confronted by a rather dirty, unkempt man sitting behind a four-foot internal wall to the right of the entrance.

“Hi boy, what you lookin’ for?” He demanded.

“I . . .I just wanted to look at some magazines.” I stammered.

“Can’t let you boy. You gotta be at least eighteen or I lose my license if I’m caught with you in here.”

“I . . .I am eighteen.” I burbled and produced my ID.

“Well, okay, boy.” The clerk smiled. “Magazines for boys like you are in the back of the store.”

“Thank you, sir.” I answered and hurried towards the back of the store.

I passed racks of magazines sporting naked women or hetero couples on the covers. There was a doorway to a separate room at the back of the store. The sign above the doorway read: “Gay and Lesbian Erotica.” That clerk had just assumed by looking at me that I was gay! I ought to go back there and set the bastard straight! But then again, this is why I came here – to find out. No! To assert my heterosexuality by proving that these gay magazines wouldn’t affect me!

I peeked my head inside the doorway. There was no one ceyhan escort in the room. I glanced around furtively and then quickly entered the room. The room was long and narrow. There were racks on both of the long walls; books and VCR tapes (I told you this was the ’70’s!) on the back wall and magazines on the near wall. There was a very small section of lesbian magazines near the doorway. About two-thirds of the wall was filled with magazines of young men; alone, together, generally naked, generally performing sex acts. I picked up a few and glanced through them. Disturbingly, I began to get aroused by the pictures. Before I could get a full hard-on, I moved further down the wall.

The last third of the wall was magazines of older men with younger men. I stopped in front of one titled “Daddies the other hand cupped the boy’s cock and balls. The Daddy’s mouth was buried in the boy’s neck. The look on the boy’s face was a combination of lust and fear. A caption screamed from under the photo: “This boy will be mine!”

With a slight groan, I removed the magazine from the rack with shaking hand. I was mesmerized! I began slowly turning pages. When I wasn’t turning a page, my hand found its way between my legs, massaging my now erect cock.

After a while I realized that I was no longer alone in the room. There was a man in the room. An older man; maybe in his forties or fifties. I don’t know; it’s always been hard for me to tell people’s ages. He was maybe five-eleven, stocky build, military-style crewcut. He was dressed in a suit and tie and had on an open trench coat. He smelled like he had taken a bath in Old Spice. I didn’t know how long he had been there, but in a panic I realized that he might have seen me playing with myself. I avoided eye contact and grasped my open magazine with both hands, scared stiff and not moving a muscle.

He slowly worked his way down the wall till he was standing right next to me. I noticed the wedding ring on his finger as he pulled a magazine from the wall, looked at it a bit and then returned it. I was safe! This guy was married and probably just in this room because he was curious. But just as I was reassuring myself, he stood right up next to me and looked over my shoulder.

“Ah yes, that is a nice scene.” He spoke softly as he pointed at the photo.

“I like the way this boy is kneeling in front of his Daddy and swallowing his Daddy’s cock.” He said as he put his arm around my back and rested his hand on my hip.

“Mmmm, this is a very pretty boy here.” He remarked, turning the page in the book as he caressed my ass-cheek and then squeezed it.

“You’re a very pretty boy. What’s your name, boy?” He asked as he placed his other hand on my hip and moved directly in back of me.

“My . . . my name is Paul!” I gasped as his hand moved between my legs and began to massage my throbbing little cock.

“Mmmm, you feel so good; you smell so good, Paul.” He said as he nuzzled my neck and then gently bit my ear lobe.

“Please, sir, we’ll get caught.” I begged and tried to pull away.

He pulled me back against him and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel his cock in the crack of my ass. It was hard and throbbing like mine, but felt much bigger than mine.

“Don’t worry, baby. I know the owner. He likes to watch. He’s probably staring at us in the mirror right now.” The man whispered in my ear as one hand went back to my cock and the other began rubbing my chest and pinching my nipples through my shirt.

I hadn’t realized that there was a mirror positioned at the doorway to allow the clerk to monitor the room. But there was nothing I could do about it now. I was feeling sensations I had never experienced before. My nipples were stiff and hard from the man’s ministrations and my cock! Oh god, my cock was harder than it had ever been! I could hear moaning as I became more and more aroused. I realized that the moaning was coming from me! Then the man was unbuckling my belt and unzipping my jeans. They fell down to the floor and he pulled my briefs down to my knees.

“I’m sorry, you can’t go back there.” I heard the clerk say loudly to someone. “The gay area is closed temporarily, sir.”

The clerk was watching! He could see! He was watching this man jack me off”

“You have such a pretty, little cock, Paul. Cum for me, baby. Cum for Daddy.” The man urged as he jacked my throbbing penis.

“Oh noooo! Please, nooo!” I begged. But then the spasms took control of my body. My cock began to spit ropes of sperm as the man milked me till I was dry.

But he did not release me. He began to rub his torso against me and I could feel that big cock of his pulsing and throbbing against my ass. I braced my hands against the wall as he moved faster. Then he tensed up and came and I could feel his hot breath on my neck and the wetness of his pants ceylan escort against my ass. Then he released me and I almost collapsed.

“You’re a cute piece of ass, baby.” He smiled appreciatively as he buttoned his long topcoat to hide the wet spot on his crotch. If I weren’t married, I’d take you home and fuck the shit out of you. You’re gonna make some man really happy, honey.” And then he patted me on the ass and turned and left.

I was putting myself back together when the clerk came into the room with a wet mop to clean up all the spunk I had sprayed on the floor.

“That was a nice show, twink.” The clerk said. “But don’t think you can come in here and do that regular. I don’t wanna be turnin’ customers away from this room like I had to do before. If you wanna get someone to play with you, go to one of the gay movie theaters down the street. There’s always some action there.”

“Th . . . thank you.” I sputtered. “I . . . I’d better pay for this magazine.”

“Nah, you can have it free, boy. The show was worth it.”

I rolled up the magazine and ran out of the store.

The Date

Over the next few days, I spent a lot of time trying to convince myself that the encounter in the bookstore did not make me gay. The man in the trench coat had simply taken advantage of my sexual arousal caused by the magazine. Anyone could have caused me to climax in the state I was in. And I didn’t resist him because I was petrified with fear.

Of course it took me awhile to admit that the whole situation happened because of my arousal looking at the photos in the magazine. No matter how I tried to parse it, that cover photo of the man and boy had captured and aroused me and set me up for what was to follow. I also had to admit to myself that having the clerk/owner watching had been a turn-on.

But I simply had to set this right. So I did what was to me the most logical thing. I went on a date with Mary Lou Martin.

Mary Lou and I had graduated from high school together that June. She wasn’t the brightest light bulb in the lamp, so she had been held back twice in grammar school, making her all of twenty years old at high school graduation. She also wasn’t the prettiest girl in town. Her nose was rather large for her face and she had a tendency to go slightly cross-eyed. But she had a very shapely body and a pair of knockers that got the boys to drooling. Staring at them had always given me a quick hard-on. We had always gotten along pretty well in school and she had a reputation as a girl who would put out, so I wasn’t too surprised when she agreed to go out with me.

Of course we went to the greatest invention of mid-twentieth century America – the drive-in movies. Or as my friends and I called it, the passion pit. And Mary Lou was appropriately dressed for the venue. She wore a pair of blue jean short-shorts and frilly, sleeveless white blouse that buttoned up the front. It was obvious that she was not wearing a bra. I got us popcorn and drinks which we consumed during the previews of coming attractions and the two cartoons that preceded the feature film.

When the feature came on, I moved the front seat back as far as it would go and Mary Lou nestled in close to me. Five minutes into the film we were locked in a close embrace, lips plastered together and tongues frantically licking at each other. Ten minutes in, I had her blouse unbuttoned and was kissing her ample bosom and nibbling on her pert, little nipples. Fifteen minutes in, my hand was down her shorts and my finger was sliding up and down her slit. Good gosh she was wet and slippery down there!

Then suddenly it all turned to shit. Mary Lou’s hand found my crotch. She rubbed and squeezed, but my dick was flaccid. She unzipped my pants and inserted her hand into my briefs and began to squeeze and fondle my cock. But nothing was happening down there.

“What the fuck!” she exclaimed. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” I answered sheepishly. “I . . . I don’t know what’s wrong. Maybe I’m just a little tired.”

“Tired, my ass! You’re not gettin’ hard at all.” She said as she insistently squeezed my cock.

“Please don’t.” I said as I removed her hand from my pants.

“You some kind of queer or something?” She demanded angrily.

“No. Let’s just forget it for now and watch the movie.”

“Watch the movie?! Watch the movie?! I didn’t come her to watch no fuckin’ movie! You take me home right now!”

We drove in silence. When I pulled up in front of her house, she quickly opened the car door and slamming it behind her ran into the house. I never saw Mary Lou Martin again.

Back home, in my room, I resolved to put an end to all of this nonsense. I was going to throw those damned magazines away and get back to some good old normal sexual stimuli. I got the magazines out of my desk drawer and dropped them on the desktop. My eyes were drawn to the photos on the covers. My cock immediately began to twitch to life. I was hard as a rock in a matter of seconds. With a groan of desperation, I surrendered to my urges and dropped my pants and sat down in front of those magazines and began to play with myself. I came quickly.

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Same as before, over 18, safe sex implied but not explicit.

There’s no non-consent sex in this one – but there are some ideas/discussions that could be problematic if you have trouble with that kind of thing.

******

Some people left that weekend and a few days later a few of the remaining guys headed up to the main house for a counselling session with Dr. Neale. They gathered in the priest’s office, which doubled as the counselling room, sitting comfortably on the soft sofas. Dr. Neale was tall and handsome, with a calming presence. Officially, the sessions were supposed to be denouncing homosexuality, but they usually actually spoke about mental health and political issues, and there was no judgement from the doctor, for fairly obvious reasons.

Sean sat close to Jake on one couch, leaning slightly into his body, with Logan sitting on the other side of him. James sat on a floor cushion by their feet. Michael and Tim were together on another sofa, and two of the new arrivals, Mark and Russ, were sitting with Skylar on the third. The doctor sat comfortably in a leather armchair, looking over all of their faces.

“So today,” the doctor began, “we’re going to talk about what being gay means and how we want to deal with this in the world when we leave here. Michael, will you begin?” As the oldest member of the inmates, Michael was often called upon to get conversations started.

“Okay. Well for me, being gay just means being able to live my life like anyone else. With no one having an opinion on my sexuality that I haven’t specifically invited to. I want to be able to kiss my boyfriend,” he squeezed Tim’s hand, “without anyone caring, just like they don’t care if two straight people kiss.” There were murmurs of agreement.

“But that’s a nice theory for what you want when you leave here,” James leaned forward, “but it isn’t how it will be, is it?”

“That’s true,” Jake said, “we still have to be careful because so many people think they have a right to have a say in how we live. I mean, Michael, what will you say to your parents when you get out?”

“You’re right,” Michael agreed. “What will I say to my parents? Not a lot. As soon as Tim has finished college we’re moving far away. Maybe New York or San Francisco. Somewhere we have at least a chance to be accepted as something other than a novelty or a sin.”

“I agree,” Sean said, “I can’t risk my mom doing anything more extreme that what she has done sending me here. I’m going to have to pretend to be straight until I can get away.”

“But Sean,” asked Dr. Neale, “how does that fit with your ethics?”

“To be honest, the fact that the minute I came out to her she sent me somewhere with the intention of having the gayness forced out of me means I have no ethical quandary in lying to her for as long as it takes to get away. What about you, Dr. Neale. What’s your ethical stance on being gay?”

“What do you mean?” the doctor blustered.

“Um, we all know you’re gay, Sir,” said Skylar, bluntly. “The only confusing thing about you is that you don’t fuck us, like the others do. Why is that?” Dr. Neale blushed at the direct question, and everyone else waited with baited breath for the answer, especially Logan, as the only person the doctor had had sex with.

“Okay,” the doctor began, “I admire how willing you all are to be honest with each other and with me. So, I will return the favor. I am gay. When I wasn’t working here I would have plenty of experiences, boyfriends, that kind of thing. But I hadn’t done anything here because… well because I am quite well endowed, inconveniently so really, and a lot of people can’t deal with it. Since I’ve been here I’ve concentrated on just enjoying giving a little pleasure where I can, until recently.” He blushed a little at his own candor.

“Sir,” Logan spoke quietly, “so why have you been having sex with me?” The doctor had sent for Logan almost every day since he had arrived. Logan pulled his legs up on the sofa and wrapped his arms around them, waiting for an answer.

“Logan, I am a little ashamed of myself about that, to be honest,” he paused, aware of all the eyes in the room on him. “Mr. Willis informed me that you would be amenable, and when I realized you found it difficult…” he took a deep breath, “I didn’t stop because it had reminded me how much I’d been missing that type of intimacy.”

Logan hugged his legs tighter. There wasn’t much he could say to that. He cast his eyes to the ground. Sean took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Skylar broke the silence.

“Just how big are you?”

“Will you show us?” James added. The doctor shrugged and stood. He took off his white lab coat and laid it on the chair. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers. Everyone but Logan leaned forward, intrigued. He fished his soft cock out of his boxers. It was large, but, Sean though to himself, it wasn’t as big as Logan’s.

“It’s not too massive,” James spoke Sean’s thoughts out loud.

“It’s bucak escort a lot bigger hard,” Logan whispered.

“Can we see?” James asked, crawling forward. He knelt by Dr. Neale, who stood with his arms by his side. James took the base in his hand and gently began moving his fisted hand up and down, increasing the pressure as he felt the blood begin to enter. He leant his head forward, swirling his tongue across the round head. With his eyes closed, he moved closer, opening his mouth wide to take the fat tip in, moving his head down. The shaft became harder and he felt the head reach the back of his mouth, realizing he probably wouldn’t be able to take it into his throat straight away, if at all, it was so wide.

James pulled his head back to see. Still holding onto the base, he gasped when he saw the size of it, grown hugely now it was fully aroused.

“Wow,” he gasped, “you weren’t lying.” He glanced over at Skylar. “Skylar, you want to come and give me a hand with this?” With a grin and a wink over to Sean and Jake, Skylar jumped up and deposited himself next to James. He slid his mouth over the tip and took as much as he could. Just like James, he was stuck at the back of his mouth. The two licked and sucked along the sides, slathering saliva along the length. Then Skylar ducked down and began sucking and licking at the doctor’s balls, tickling them with the tip of his tongue, as James lapped all around the huge pole with a flat tongue.

“I have an idea,” James announced and stood up. “Hey guys,” he said to Jake and Sean, “if I lay here will you raise me up?”

“Anytime, man,” Jake said, laughing. James lay across their legs, so his shoulders were on the soft sofa arm, his ass was on Jake’s lap and his long legs were on Sean. Logan had begun to relax and was as fascinated by what was going on as the rest of them. James allowed his head to hang off the edge of the arm and Skylar guided the doctor to him.

Skylar got the doctor to kneel and Jake helped James hang lower so his mouth was in line with the doctor’s crotch. Skylar positioned the huge cock at James’ open mouth and Dr. Neale carefully moved forward. He still couldn’t get the head into James’ throat and James pushed him back. He pulled Skylar down, kissing his mouth forcefully, and then whispered something in his ear. Skylar created moisture in his mouth and carefully shared it with James before spitting on the engorged head and smearing the wetness with his thumb. James pulled the doctor’s hips back to him and they joined again. This time, Jake could see James’ throat widen as it was invaded by the monster cock. He put his hand there, feeling it stretch beneath his fingers, sharing a look of awe with Sean.

Sean reached forward and stroked James’ hard cock through his shorts, making him moan around the pole in his throat. The doctor gasped at the feeling, holding it a moment longer before pulling out, allowing James to take air in. They repeated the movement a few more times, with Skylar kissing the doctor, holding his face close and stroking his neat beard, making him groan.

When he pulled back again, Skylar wanted his turn.

“Hey James, you wanna eat my ass so I can show the doc how much of his cock I can take?” he asked. James jumped up, more than ready to acquiesce. Skylar stood on tip toes to plant a kiss on the doctor’s lips, and said matter-of-factly, “Oh, by the way, I’m a power bottom.” The doctor just looked a little dazed at the turn his day was taking.

Skylar replaced James on the arm, having removed his shorts, with his butt on the edge and his head on Sean’s lap. James ducked down and attacked his ass with enthusiasm. The doctor stood and watched with a look of wonder as he swished his tongue, before probing forcefully, tongue-fucking Skylar’s eager hole.

Tim stood and retrieved a bottle of lube from the priest’s desk drawer, handing it to Dr. Neale.

“You’ll need this,” he smiled, before returning to Michael’s side, swinging his legs over Michael’s and kissing his cheek. Michael turned his head and they kissed deeply, aroused by the erotic sight before them.

Sean was absent-mindedly running his fingers through Skylar’s dirty-blond mop of hair and he reached forward with his other hand now, gently running his palm over his hyper-responsive nipple. Skylar arched and moaned, losing himself in the touches on his sensitive body. Jake met Sean’s eye and nibbled his lip as he reached forward to stroke the length of Skylar’s cock, reaching down to cup his balls and roll them in his palm. This turned the moans into a growl of lust.

Dr. Neale knelt, popping the cap of the lube. James pulled away, stroking Skylar’s exposed thigh as he held the leg up high. Jake helped by hooking his arm around the other thigh, as Dr. Neale applied lube to the hot muscle. He pushed forward with his middle finger, coating the inside of Skylar’s passage generously. He added more lube, and two more fingers, rotating bulancak escort them in Skylar’s excited hole. Skylar pushed his head back, feeling Sean’s aroused cock pressing into him and smiling.

Dr. Neale covered his shaft in more lube and Jake watched, fascinated, as he lined the head up with James. The head of his cock looked bigger than a golf ball and Jake gulped as he forced it past the ring, dragging a gasped exhalation from Skylar, who raised his fist to his mouth, biting down hard as he wriggled his hips, looking for the point of comfort.

“Are you okay?” Dr. Neale asked, solicitously, hoping desperately for a positive response.

“Don’t stop,” was Skylar’s purred answer. Dr. Neale kept moving forward, panting through his own concentrated sensations. Skylar was making small noises as his body adapted to the intense stretching, mewling and breathlessly puffing. Jake reached forward again to reach his cock, taking it firmly into his grip now, stroking in time to the doctor’s movements. Finally, the doctor had fully speared himself inside Skylar and he paused, before partially drawing out and sliding deeply back in.

“Fuck. That’s so deep,” Skylar murmured, his eyes rolling back at the feeling. After a few moments Skylar demanded he go faster. The doctor obliged, pulling out and slamming back in. It was hard enough to be a little uncomfortable, but Skylar loved the line between pleasure and pain and bucked up to meet the doctor’s driving hips, squeezing his muscles along the thick shaft, determined to milk each inch. Both men grunted in desire, building up to the inevitable release.

James picked up the bottle of lube and held it over Jake’s jerking hand. Jake turned his palm up to catch a drizzle, before smearing it over Skylar’s cock, allowing him to move slickly across the engorged flesh. Sensing that Skylar was close, James dropped and took the smooth head into his hot mouth, flicking his tongue over the leaking hole, as Jake continued to slide and squeeze.

“Fucking yes, keep going,” Skylar growled. After a few more moments, he arched his back high, releasing his load into James’ waiting mouth. James turned to look at Dr. Neale with a mischievous look in his eye, rolling his tongue out so the doctor could see the creamy liquid resting there, before curling his tongue back up and swallowing it down. Dr. Neale’s body jerked hard as he came almost silently, depositing his seed deep inside Skylar.

The doctor thanked everyone for an extremely successful session and everyone laughed, the sexual tension in the room partly dissipating. They only had a few minutes before Scripture began and the doctor went back to his office. Everyone milled around, many asking Skylar and James for details, or getting a cold drink of water from the water cooler. Sean took hold of Jake’s hand and dragged him toward the door. They escaped into the hall and Sean pushed open the door of the gym, which was set up with a few cardio machines and lots of weights.

Slamming the door, Sean pushed Jake up against it, kissing him forcefully. Jake responded hungrily, roaming his hands over Sean’s shoulders and back. They finally had to come up for air.

“So,” Jake started, with a twinkle in his eye, “you like watching huh?”

“I guess so,” Sean laughed, “it certainly got me thinking about you. And you seemed to be enjoying it pretty well too.”

“Fuck yeah,” Jake agreed, “it was hot.” He moved back in to kiss Sean’s eager mouth, while his hands roved and massaged, and Sean wriggled joyfully under his skilled fingers. Sean finally broke the kiss.

“We haven’t got long. And I need you to fuck me right now.”

Jake wasted no more time, pushing Sean against the door and pulling his shorts to his knees. They were running a risk. Father OD wouldn’t be a problem, but the gym was mainly used by the staff and O’Rourke was in today. But in that moment, neither of them cared. Jake had got incredibly aroused watching the scene right before his eyes, and now he wanted nothing more than to be inside Sean. They had no lube, so Jake crouched to lick and tongue the tight hole to make it ready for him. He created moisture in his mouth, spitting a well-aimed glob onto the pucker.

“Fuck,” Sean responded, “that’s new.”

“Sorry,” Jake apologized, “I know it’s a bit…”

“No,” Sean interrupted, “I kinda like how filthy it is. Rough, you know?”

Jake did know. It fit with the hurried passion they were both feeling. After spitting again, Jake rose and positioned his desperate cock, luckily already leaking a good amount of precum, rubbing and feeling Sean’s ass begin to relax for it. He forced the head in, kissing the back of Sean’s neck, biting as he felt the muscle stretch for him. Sean gasped, the air whooshing from his body. He leant his head against the door and placed his hand on his ass, spreading himself to provide as smooth an access as possible. Jake held his hips and slowly moved forward. bulanık escort

“Go faster, harder,” Sean begged, “I want you to fuck me like a cock-hungry whore.” Jake didn’t need to be asked twice and he slammed forward. He put his hand over Sean’s mouth as he moaned loudly.

“Ssssh, little slut,” he whispered, before nipping and biting Sean’s shoulder as he slid as deep as he could.

As Sean relaxed further to accommodate him, Jake picked up even more speed and Sean wrapped his hand around his own cock. He wasn’t going to last long with the thrill of danger, and somehow feeling used and incredibly wanted at the same time.

“Fuck yes, stretch my ass Jake. That feels incredible. Use my tight little hole to get off,” he demanded.

“We should add watching other people fuck to our repertoire, I think,” Jake laughed, as he panted with exertion, feeling himself begin to swell. “I’m going to shoot my cum in that slutty little ass of yours. Breed you because you’re mine.”

At that, Sean shot his cum so hard they heard it splatter against the door. Feeling the contracting passage meant Jake couldn’t hold back his own release, and he came deep within Sean. Sean turned his head, and they kissed warmly, Jake pulling his body back into a hug for a moment.

“We have to get out of here,” Jake said, as he grabbed a workout towel from a shelf and wiped the evidence from the door. Jake felt thankful he’d worn boxers instead of a jock today, as he pulled them and his shorts over his hips. Jake pulled the door open and pulled up short, Sean bumping into the back of him.

“What…?” he stopped when he saw O’Rourke standing there in gym gear, his habitual scowl in place.

“What are you doing here?” O’Rourke barked.

“Just a work out, Sir,” Jake responded, relying on O’Rourke not bothering to know where people were meant to be.

“You had better have cleaned up after yourselves,” O’Rourke snapped.

“Oh, we did, Sir,” Jake brandished the damp towel, before dropping it into the laundry basket next to the door, “must go, Sir. Got Scripture.” They scurried down the corridor, stifling giggles before sliding back into Father O’Donnolly’s room and apologizing blandly for being so late.

After Scripture, Father O’Donnolly asked Logan to stay behind for ‘confession’, to no one’s surprise. Back in the dorm, Sean spoke to Jake.

“Do you think Logan is okay?”

“What do you mean?” Jake asked, confused.

“Have you noticed how he won’t talk about the stuff that happens to him. He’s really happy when he’s just hanging out with us, but whenever he gets taken away he goes all funny. You heard what he said to Dr. Neale earlier. And he’s even nervous around Brookes, even though I know he hasn’t done anything to him. And he always showers as soon as he gets back and rubs his skin raw.

Right on cue, Logan came into the bunkhouse and headed straight for the showers.

“You know how most of us joke around about this weird situation we’re in? It’s just worrying that Logan can’t do that. I think it’s really bothering him. I mean Willis and the doctor have both called for him every day, though I think the doctor will leave him alone now. And now Father O’Donnolly too…”

“Yeah, he has been popular with them. It is a bit strange that they’ve got this idea that they can use him like that, because you’re right, nothing about the way he acts suggests there’s a good reason for that.” Jake paused and then continued softly, “But do you think it’s hard for you to understand because they’ve always left you alone? The fact that he’s not okay with it might not be so strange to you if you’d experienced it too.” Jake didn’t want to belittle what Sean had been through, but he was aware that he’d managed to avoid the worst of it, presumably because of Brookes.

“You’re probably right,” Sean conceded, “but I’m going to check if he’s okay, anyway.”

Just then, Logan came out of the bathroom. Jake did notice that his body was pink from scrubbing, as he pulled a clean t-shirt over his head. He pointed at the take-out container Sean had brought from the dining room.

“Is that for me?”

“Sure is,” Sean passed it over, and decided to test the water. “I got it because you seem to miss a lot of meals, thought you’d be starving.”

“Yes,” Logan replied briefly. He began eating hungrily and changed the subject. “Shall we play some two-on-two later? I’ll ask James.”

“Sounds good,” Jake responded, shooting a warning glance at Sean. It was apparent that Sean had been right; Logan was suffering. But he didn’t think pushing it now would help the situation. He decided to ask Brookes for his advice.

Later, they headed to the court with a basketball. After warming up, they began to play, Jake and Sean against James and Logan. They were coated with a healthy gleam of sweat, laughing and panting. Sean glanced toward the house and saw Brookes heading their way. He was walking with a tall handsome man, about the same age; broad shouldered with a loose-limbed walk. Logan scored and turned to high-five James. He stopped in motion when he saw the new arrivals, like someone had pressed pause. His face paled and the smile dropped away.

“Hey, Loges,” the man greeted him cheerfully. “Surprise!”

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*All characters are 18+*

Jared woke up first, and for a moment he forgot where he was, but then he felt Darryl’s hot breath against the nape of his neck, and the warmth of his body pressed into his. Jared couldn’t stop the goofy sleepy grin that split his face in two. After a moment he turned around so he could bury his face into the older man’s chest.

It was at times like these that Jared was grateful that Darryl was old enough to be his father (hell, grandfather), he felt so safe and protected. Darryl seemed so wise and strong.

Jared had to go to the bathroom quite badly, and he silently cursed his bladder. He managed to make a sneaky retreat without the older man waking up. After using the toilet, he snuck back into the flat and turned on the stove with a shy little grin on his face. He wanted to have a surprise for Darryl when his lover woke up.

—

Darryl woke up to the unusual smell of breakfast in his flat. He normally made his own meals, but he usually made them himself, and he had never woken up to the heavenly scent of bacon and eggs and hash browns before. He never even made all three together; usually he was lazy enough so he just made a lot of one.

He looked up and saw a beautiful sight. Jared was standing at the stove, making breakfast in his large cast-iron frying pan. The boy’s hair was still mussed from bedplay and sleep, his slender neck and white shoulders bore the red marks of Darryl’s ravenous mouth, and perhaps best of all, the sweet boy was naked except for the pink apron.

Jared didn’t know he was awake yet, so Darryl just spent a few pleasant moments eyeing his fresh young body, feeling hornier with every moment. Jared’s back was slender and white, narrowing to the slender little waist that Darryl longed to put his hands on, his hips were slim, but still wide enough to be girlish and sexy. Just under the pink frilly knot of the apron strings was a pair of heavenly little buttocks.

They were silky and they were smooth, Darryl licked his lips, he knew that just a light touch on those sweet little globes would be enough to have Jared blushing and stammering and humping the bedsheets.

He tore his eyes reluctantly from those sweet cheeks and continued down to eye those slim thighs that bore hickeys from his mouth, and that sweet spot on the back of the knee that was so fun to nip and nibble. Jared’s calves were muscular and smooth for a boy as skinny as he was, and very lightly furred with strands of hair barely thicker than peach fuzz.

Darryl liked men that had plenty of hair, but he was finding that Jared’s boyish hairlessness was very sexy in its own way. He still had hair, like that soft gingery bush around his dick and the tasty little tufts in his armpits.

Darryl was very quiet when he got up. The bed was a bare mattress, so there were no springs to squeal and alert his unsuspecting prey. His cock jutted out in front of him, still a little soft but hard enough to stand away from his body like a diviner’s rod, twitching and searching for a luscious reward.

Jared felt Darryl’s bristly mouth against the smooth skin of his shoulder moment before the rest of his body caught up. He gasped a little and stood up on his toes from the shock, making his buttocks flex under the silken skin. He could feel the furry warmth of Darryl’s chest against his back, çarşamba escort and he could feel something hot and hard and tantalizing rest comfortably in the cleft of his buttocks. It fit there perfectly.

Darryl’s hands rested on his hips and the starched apron rustled dryly. “Why don’t you turn the stove off to make sure breakfast doesn’t burn?” Darryl’s voice was low and hoarse and growling, and it made Jared shudder and let out an aroused little cry. “I don’t know about you, but I think I’m hungry for something else right now.

“Y-Yes D-D-Darryl!” Jared stuttered, giggled with delight at the shock and arousal. His cock popped to attention so fast that it’s shape was already distending the apron. His trembling hands twisted the knob on the electrical stove so fast that it nearly popped off.

Darryl was too impatient to wait for Jared to walk to the bed, so he scooped the boy into his arms and Jared let out a cry of delight and surprise and arousal. Darryl heaved him into the air and dropped him onto the bed.

Jared giggled a little but his smile disappeared as he looked up into Darryl’s lustful face. Jared was lying prone on the bed, his body slightly splayed. The apron was a mussed bundle of pink fabric around his crotch and stomach, and his cock distended the fabric nicely. Darryl was just standing there, filling his eyes with the sight of Jared, and his young fresh body

Jared looked up at him timidly, and blushing furiously, he lifted his hands so they rested on his tiny pink nipples. He moaned softly at the height of his arousal, and he very shyly began to touch the rest of his body.

Darryl watched hungrily as the small boy moved slowly and erotically, his body undulating on the bed as one hand plucked at his nipples to make them hard and the other moved aside the apron, and caressed his stiff bobbing penis and loose relaxed balls. His inner thighs were trembling and beaded with sweat, and Darryl’s blue eyes followed the course of a gob of precome that slid stickily in a trail down to his navel.

Jared was gasping, and moving slowly on the bed so he didn’t cream himself then and there. Darryl’s eyes were the perfect catalyst, arousing him to no end.

Darryl could no longer handle the pressures of looking, and not touching. He could smell the breakfast singing in the hot iron pan, and for the rest of his life he would associate the smell of singed food with that wonderful morning. He lowered his head, and started to kiss those warm shivering inner thighs. The skin was smooth and firm and vulnerable against his lips. He nibbled at it with his teeth and tongue and Jared cried out so sweetly, shaking and forcing his hands to stay by his nipples.

“Please Darryl!” He begged in a low strained voice that broke on the last syllable. “Please!”

“Please what?” Darryl’s tone was purposefully and comically bored, and he was looking up at Jared’s face with his blue eyes twinkling.

While Jared struggled to find the words, Darryl nibbled at the sweet spot right behind the younger man’s knees, right where their is a tendon showing, and it is covered with tender erogenous skin.

Jared made a noise that was almost a yip of pleasure before stuttering. “P-Please s-suck on me Darryl! Please p-put me in your m-m-mouth!”

“As you wish, Beautiful.” Darryl çaycuma escort purred.

He ran a line of tender, nibbling kisses up both of Jared’s thighs, and then he placed his big calloused hands on Jared’s lean hips and got down to the main event.

Jared arched his back and cried out with ecstasy as Darryl’s mouth closed on his throbbing oozing member. His orgasm throbbed underneath the skin, waiting to happen. Darryl lowered his head all the way until his lips brushed the boy’s pubic hair, groaning at how good Jared tasted, how wonderful it was to have a young eager cock in his mouth again. Once the slender head was down his throat, he swallowed, having the muscles of his throat pummel and massage that tender little cockhead. Then he backed away, he didn’t want to miss a drop.

Jared let out a weak cry as his cock spasmed fiercely. It felt as if someone had fired electricity through his groin.

Darryl sucked up every drop of Jared’s sweet semen, swirling his tongue around the boy’s softening cock.

Jared gasped for air as Darryl crawled up so they were lying next to each other. Darryl grabbed his hand and pulled him in for a deep kiss while he pressed the young man’s hand against his throbbing cock.

“You did that Beautiful.” He gasped in Jared’s ear. “I didn’t touch myself once.”

Jared groaned in ecstasy and deepened the kiss, sucking on Darryl’s tongue. He gripped the thick shaft with his hands, delirious at how bold the orgasm had made him. Right at that moment, he wasn’t shy at all.

Darryl growled softly as the boy broke the kiss and started to trail kisses down his thick powerful chest. The boy’s hand was firm and stroking slowly, his touch was like fire.

It wasn’t like either of Jared’s sweet tentative blowjobs, this was hard and wild and lustful. On the first stroke, Jared went down so far he choked. He groaned and started sucking again, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, slurping and licking. It was messy, but Darryl was crying out with how good it felt.

Jared broke off for a moment to lower his head and lick the heavy dangling balls in their tender sac, and covered with their light brush of fur. He had never done that before, and he found his cheeks blushing, not with shyness, but with the pure submissive joy of it. Darryl groaned softly.

“Do you like that Jared? Does it feel good to lick my nuts?”

Jared moaned. “Mmm-hmm.”

“Lick them then, suck on them, Beautiful.”

Jared whimpered and sucked gently on the tender things in their delicate bag of skin. Darryl was being so trusting.

After he had loved the sacs enough, he lifted his head and began a slightly slower blowjob, licking and nibbling at all of his most sensitive areas while Darryl instructed and praised him.

Jared was learning fast.

—

They were sitting across the table from each other, eating their slightly burned breakfast. Darryl was in his robe and Jared was still wearing the crumpled apron. Whenever Jared caught the other man’s eye, he couldn’t help but look down, smiling and blushing and curling his toes. He felt so happy, and so blissfully free around Darryl.

“Told you that breakfast would burn.” Jared tried to say it sternly, but he couldn’t help giggling when Darryl put on a woeful, hangdog expression.

Darryl’s çayırova escort expression changed back into a satisfied little smirk. “It was well worth it, my horny little friend.”

Jared dissolved into helpless laughter, clutching his stomach and coughing into his hand as his eyes ran with mirth. Darryl had to pound him on the back a few times to help him stop coughing. Jared gave him a quick peck on the mouth and sat back down, still chortling a little.

—

After breakfast had been consumed, and dishes had been both washed and dried they sat on the bed. Darryl leaned against the wall and played with Jared’s hair as the boy dozed a little, resting his head on the older man’s chest.

“You love to snuggle, don’t you Baby?”

“Mmm” Jared said sleepily. “This is really nice.”

Darryl chuckled. “Wouldn’t give this up for anything.”

For a few moments Jared closed his eyes, and then he opened them again and looked up at Darryl, a little timidly. “Darryl?”

“Yeah Hon?”

Jared looked down a little and started running his fingers in little patterns over the worn green robe. Darryl could feel his cheek against his chest, and feel the light feathering of the boy’s breath where the robe sagged open.

“I really like what we do together. I never imagined that… that it could feel so good.”

Darryl chuckled a little and planted a kiss on Jared’s silky hair.

Jared’s cheeks flushed and Darryl was a little alarmed to see those dark brown eyes glisten a little.

“Um… You’ve talked a couple times about… about having sex with men.” Jared looked confused and a little scared and lonely when he looked up at Darryl again. “D-Don’t you like m-me enough?”

The boy was painfully shy, and close to tears. Darryl stared at him for a second, and then remarkably, he began to laugh. Jared looked at him, more confused then ever and now a little annoyed and getting angry. “Wh-what?”

“Oh Honey, I’m sorry I laughed but, how on earth could you ever think that I didn’t like you? I just didn’t want to spook you!”

Jared gasped as Darryl hugged him close and nipped his earlobe. “If I had known you wanted that about an hour ago, no force on earth could have stopped me from taking your hot little ass.”

Jared gasped, flushed and suddenly aroused, even though his dick ached from coming over and over again in such a short span.

Darryl chuckled softly and gave his neck a little nip before relaxing again. “Sex is a truly wonderful thing, and if you’re willing and ready, I would love to give you a little first-hand experience. But you were always so shy, and I didn’t want to scare you.”

Jared gave a breathless little cry as Darryl nuzzled him, rubbing his stubbled face against Jared’s smooth little cheek.

“Now I’m afraid I cant. You exhausted me Beautiful.”

Darryl chuckled at the cure heartbroken expression on Jared’s face. “How about on Monday? You can stay after school and I can take you through it nice and slow.”

Jared gave a little needful gasp of shock and lust. “Y-Yes please.”

—

At about twelve thirty in the afternoon Jared finally got dressed and they were in the front hallway of the school.

“I really had a lot of fun Darryl.” Jared whispered. “Fun doesn’t really seem like the right word, but I loved it.”

Darryl chuckled a little. “Sure Beautiful. I want to thank you for a wonderful time. Do you want to come back on Monday?”

“Hell yeah!” Jared whispered.

Darryl enfolded the slender teenager in his arms for a brief rough hug. Jared snuggled into his chest, loving the feeling of intimacy and warmth.

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I greatly appreciate all the kind words and comments about my story. I am sorry that I haven’t had the time to devote to it lately. Please accept that as an explanation not an excuse.

LarryInSeattle pointed out that even fans of the story may well have lost track of the characters. I have no problem believing that — I’ve lost track of the characters. I live in fear of continuity errors.

So, here we go, the cast of characters so far:

Randy Bigland — middle-aged, divorced, father of one, amateur photography and boxer whose life has been drifting past him as he works in a warehouse after losing his job in a car factory. He is bisexual. His ex-wife is a substance abuser and not a very nice person. He agrees to photograph Matt Synder, an acquaintance of his son’s and a college swimmer. Randy was raised by a single mother. He’s only real interest has been his son. He’s lived his life terrified of being poor and is an obsessive saver, except what he couldn’t keep out of Mary Beth’s hands.

Mary Beth — Randy’s ex-wife, mostly notable for messing up a possible college relationship between Randy and Leon. The three of them had sex together until Leon fled her poisonous personality. She’s struggled with addiction all her life.

Matt Synder — swimmer, long hair and gay, he’s infatuated with Randy but quickly develops a very deep interest in Randy’s son, Liam. He’s a rising college sophomore.

Liam Bigland – Randy’s son, gay and high-school swimmer with Matt. Like Matt, at the end of the summer he will be a college sophomore. Liam has anger issues. Like his dad he likes to box. He’s infatuated with Matt and both feel guilty about hurting Randy, though it was his father who insisted the two of them test the waters with each other.

Leon “Lee” Anderson — gay man, hooked up with Randy and, reluctantly with Mary Beth, in college. He’s now married to Glenna. He has anger issues as well.

Glenna “Nena” Anderson nee McCormick — a few years younger than Randy and Leon. Her mother ran the Cedar Lake Lodge in western Pennsylvania where Randy vacationed during the summer while in high school. Randy doesn’t discover until our story takes place that the girl he knew as Nena has married Leon. She knows Leon is gay and they have made their peace with that. They have a good life, except they haven’t been able to have a child.

Spiritual/supernatural events have been occurring, mostly ignored by the those affected. Randy has “dreamed” of events in Leon’s life he can’t have known, like how Leon nearly killed himself one night except for the intercession of a mysterious hobo. They share a dream that Randy will father a child for Leon and Glenna. They’re able to get cell phone reception where no one else can. They’ve acted on these events but not delved into them to any extent.

Earlier in the story Matt questioned Leon’s acceptance of the fact he’s gay and his relationship with Glenna. In a fit of rage, Leon punches him. Matt falls and breaks a vertebra in his back and is taken to a hospital in Pittsburgh. He’s cared for by Dr. Price and a nurse named Kent Morris.

Kent Morris — is also gay (fun how that works in gay erotica). He was in a relationship for eight years with Brad. Brad died of melanoma two years ago. Kent, like Randy, has been drifting and has yet to come to terms with his grief. He and Randy are mutually attracted to one another but Kent’s grief is something of a barrier.

Randy, interest in life re-ignited by his fling with Matt, came to Pennsylvania when Matt was hurt. He was in the middle of remodeling his house. He needs to get back to finish the work. Kent took off a few days in the middle of the week and came to Cedar Lake Lodge. Matt and Liam will join the gang once Matt is released from the hospital.

Got it?

Thanks again to LarryInSeattle.

Enjoy

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I’m having one of those confused-in-a-strange-room moments when I wake. The arm over my waist is comforting; it’s also hot. I’m sweating. For a minute, I imagine it’s Leon’s, then I remember I never spent a night with him. That fact seems terribly sad. Matt, then, no, Matt’s in Pittsburgh. Matt’s in Pittsburgh in the hospital. Liam is there as well.

I’m not in Cleveland. I’m in a cabin, at Cedar Lake Lodge. That’s why I was thinking of Leon. The arm draped over my waist belongs to Kent. I lie quietly. I can’t see a clock from where I’m lying but the room is full of light; it can’t be too early. The window shades are up and because the cabin sits near the start of one of the trails, anyone can walk up and stare at the two faggots sleeping together. I don’t like that word, but it’s the word that pops into my head at moments like this.

Kent’s breathing is slow and deep. He’s asleep. Most of his arm rests against my belly. He can’t be that far from my back. I risk scooting bergama escort a little, readying myself to give a quick snort and jerk, to pretend I’m just moving in my sleep should he arouse. A knee touches the back of my leg. I pause and listen to his breathing, afraid of waking him. I move my foot back, find one of his. I risk rubbing the top of his foot with my toes. That’s all I do for several minutes as I listen to him breathe. I try to feel his breath on my back, on my neck, in my hair but fail.

I move my hips back, ever so slightly. I smile when my butt touches the top of his erection. You simply gotta love morning wood. My smile fades as I hear a catch in his breathing. The arm leaves my waist. His crotch and his boner, press hard against me. His body shudders and I realize he’s stretching.

As the shudder fades, his arm falls back over me. He moves closer. I can feel his chest hair against my back. His breathing deepens as he relaxes back into sleep.

Every soft exhalation, tickles the hair on the back of my neck.

I settle deeper into the mattress and relish the sensation of his body next to mine.

***

Randy is not the only one who wakes, unsure of where he’s at. Kent is very comfortable. He loves the feel of the hard body next to his. He kisses the back of Brad’s neck, wondering where he’s been. The still sharp edge of his grief slashes through his half-asleep brain. Brad is dead. He’s been dead for over two years. This is the first time he’s shared a bed since the last night in the hospital.

Brad had been too far gone to talk. He’d hoped and prayed that he wasn’t too far gone to know he was with him. But, if lack of awareness was the price God demands for relief from the pain, he’ll pay it and not begrudge the cost. He had lain beside Brad but had not been able to hold him like this.

Brad’s bones had been riddled with nests of cancer munching away at his strength. He had been afraid to touch him. Despite the absurd amounts of morphine pouring into Brad’s body, he had feared his touch would re-ignite the pain. When Brad’s blood pressure began to tank, he climbed into his bed, careful not to jostle him. It hadn’t been until they took the breathing tube out and Brad’s struggles finally came to an end that he’d allowed himself to wrap his arms around what remained of his lover.

He had not been able to cry then. He hates the idea of crying now, not in front of a stranger. He swallows the sob, squeezing the life out of it with his throat.

***

I can tell when Kent wakes up. He kisses the back of my neck. He stiffens and grows very still. I try to imagine what is going through his mind. Is he angry at himself? At me? I hear a single sob, not even a sob, the strangled start of sob.

I pretend to be asleep. I tell myself it will only embarrass him if I acknowledge what I heard. No man likes anyone to know he’s crying. The shudder that shakes his body shakes some sense into me. What the fuck am I doing?

I roll over and open my arms. His head falls on my chest. I wrap my arms around him and let him cry. I rock him in my arms. I don’t shush him and tell him the lie that it will be okay. It will be okay but it will never be the same and the hurt will never go away.

He puts a hand on my chest and makes a half-hearted gesture of pushing himself away, mumbling over and over that he’s sorry. I keep my arms around him and he relaxes.

***

Randy isn’t wrong. Kent is embarrassed when he rolls toward him. But sometimes we hurt too deeply to worry about embarrassment. He allows himself to be comforted, though he can’t quite stop himself from apologizing for his need.

He hears voices, not close. Their cabin is the last one on this side of the lodge. He listens to Randy’s breathing. He listens to the sound of his own heartbeat in his ear. He feels empty, weightless. If Randy released him, he has no doubt he’d float up to the ceiling. If the ceiling weren’t there he’d keep floating, higher and higher until his breath froze and the oxygen disappeared. He’d just keep going, zip past the moon, maybe detour by Saturn. Astronauts always say how beautiful the stars are from space. He’d like to see that.

If only it were that easy. He sighs and rolls free of Randy’s embrace.

Without saying a word, Randy rolls out of bed and heads to the bathroom. Soon the smell of coffee fills the room, followed by the sizzle and smell of bacon. Kent’s stomach growls. He’s been hungry but this is the first time he’s looked forward to eating since Brad died.

He climbs out of bed and shuffles to the bathroom. His body shivers as his bladder lets go. He washes his hands and then turns on the cold water. He splashes handful after handful onto his face. When he raises up and looks at himself in the mirror, he sees a man flirting with early middle-age. He’s sure as hell not a kid anymore. He’ll be thirty-six in a couple of months. He’ll be closer to forty than thirty. Fuck.

When he opens the door, he sees Randy has pulled biga escort on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. He does the same.

“Eggs’ll be ready in a second. Scrambled okay?”

“Sure.”

“Coffee’s ready. Help yourself.”

He grabs a mug from the dish drainer and pours a cup. He leans against the counter, watching Randy stir the eggs.

***

Kent watches me stir the eggs. It’s an old nonstick skillet that’s more stick than non. I have to stir the eggs constantly to keep them from welding themselves to the pan.

“Thank you,” he mutters.

“You are most welcome,” I answer as I divvy up the eggs between the two plates and hand him one. I know he’s not thanking me for the eggs. I grab four slices of bacon and a couple slices of toast I’ve already buttered. Biscuits would have been better but I forgot to buy any.

We eat in silence.

“You’re a good cook.”

I shake my head. “Maybe, but all you’ve tasted of mine is a burger, scrambled eggs, and a bacon. It’s hard to fuck any of that up.”

“Yeah? Then how come so many people do?”

I don’t have an answer for that so I keep my mouth shut and eat.

“I’m gonna swing by and say hi to Glenna’s mom this morning. I thought I might see if I could still get up on water skis this afternoon. You’re welcome to come with me. We could ask Glenna where’s a good place for lunch. Or you can relax here and just chill. Totally up to you.”

“Do I have time for a shower?”

“Sure. I need one, too. You may have noticed there’s no shower in the bathroom. There’s a shower room down the hill a ways.”

Kent nods. I’m not sure if I should assume he’s okay with me hitting the showers with him or if I should ask him if he wants me to wait. It’s a question without a good answer. If I ask, it implies he might be interested or that I’m interested. If I don’t ask, it implies we’re just two dudes taking a shower, like at the gym, and that I’m not interested in anything else. Of more importance, am I interested? Yeah, I decide, I am.

“Not to over think this or anything but it’s a communal shower, like high school, not individual stalls. You rather split up? You feel weird showering in front of another dude, not a dude, but a dude who, well I’m not gay but I do enjoy men and I’m fucking babbling, aren’t I?”

Kent is smiling. “Yes, you are but it’s okay. I would be, too.” He shrugs. “No, I don’t mind.”

Like most issues I’ve tied myself up in knots over, the shower is anticlimactic. We take a shower. That’s it. Well, I manage to notice Kent has a nice, but not ripped, body and a more than adequate dick but that’s all. I barely got hard. Honest.

Glenna’s mom seems happy to see me. She manages to include Kent in our reminiscences, as befits the former host of a resort lodge. We chat for a half-hour or so and say our good-byes. The Mexican place Glenna recommended is outstanding. I almost decide to forgo water skiing so I can eat more.

Glenna and Leon are free so they join us. Kent looks amazing hot, despite his ordinary body and pale skin. I notice we all seem to be extra careful with the sun screen. I get back into the groove quicker than I had dared hope. I forgot how much I love water skiing. Kent and Leon are both better than me. So is Glenna for that matter, but they’re no better than I used to be. That gives me hope.

We spend the entire afternoon on the lake. When we get back, we have a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches in the lodge. We all end up at the fire pit. When Leon lights up a joint and passes it around, no one says anything. A few of the older teens hang around the edge of the fire until they realize we don’t bite. The conversation flows into the semi-serious, semi-mystic, mostly full of crap rhythms of the stoned. As we’re walking back, I’m startled by the realization that this is very much like the dream we had only Kent wasn’t in that dream. Neither were the young people.

I look at Glenna. She smiles.

“I know,” she says. “It’s okay. It worked.”

“How can you know that?” Leon asks, but his tone suggests he agrees with her.

“I had…”

“a dream,” I finish for her.

She nods. “Did you?”

“No,” I say shaking my head. She frowns. “I think that’s a good thing,” I reassure her. “It means my part is done.”

“I don’t know about that,” Leon adds. “Based on what I dreamed, which I’m guessing is the same as what Glenna dreamed, Uncle Randy is going to be spending a great deal of time around here.”

Glenna nods a grinning agreement.

Kent looks confused.

“I’ll explain later. I’m seriously dying of thirst. Anyone else want a beer? I re-stocked while we were out.”

“Sure,” Glenna replies, slipping her arm through mine. “Mom called. She was in seventh heaven. Thanks for doing that, Randy. I really appreciate it.”

I shrug. “It was my pleasure. I don’t mind.”

“I know that but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t a nice thing to do, dipshit. Try giving yourself a little credit sometime, huh?”

Once bornova escort more, we’re seated around the small kitchen table. We drink our beers in silence. Thoughts that have been rattling around my head are, degree by degree, becoming more coherent. I need a computer and a decent internet connection. Not tonight, though. I’m not so lost inside my own skull that I don’t realize that Glenna and Leon are saying good night.

“How much time does it take to make your cinnamon rolls?”

Glenna smirks at me. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Not for me.” I smile at her. “Not that I won’t eat one, or two, or, maybe even four but I have a quarter to a third of an idea I want to test out.” I nod over my shoulder. “Besides, Kent hasn’t had one.”

She stares at me, curiosity roaming across her face. I see in her eyes she’s made a decision before she nods. “It’s not that hard, actually. I’ll make a batch in the morning.”

“Good deal.” I kiss her on the cheek. “Thanks. Don’t get up early or anything. I don’t need them until later in the morning.”

“When you gonna tell me what it is you’ve got up your sleeve?”

I kiss her on the cheek again. “Not long. Promise. Would you mind if I looked over the kitchen in the clubhouse?” She shrugs and nods. I glance over at Leon. “I need to talk to you as well.”

“What’s the password? Shall we synchronize watches? Meet at noon on a park bench?” His eyes dance with sarcasm but it’s a gentle sarcasm; there’s no spite in it.

I shake my head. “Remind me how is it I ever wanted to suck your dick?”

Kent looks startled. Glenna laughs. “He’s gotcha there, hubby ole boy. Come on. Let’s go home.”

Leon gives me a, shall we say, rueful smile and a shake of his head. “It’s a two-way street you know?”

“Sure, but I was damn cute and totally fucking charming.”

“Are you saying I wasn’t?”

“No.” I’m serious now. “You know I’m not.” I throw my arms around him and hug him. He returns it with one arm. “Good night, Leon.”

“Night,” he replies. He nods to Kent. He and Glenna disappear in the dark beneath the trees.

“I need to wash the lake water off. You?”

Kent nods. “I’m not sure my towel has dried yet, though.”

“Me, either. That’s one thing that always sucks when you stay by a lake or beach, unless you’re at a hotel. There’s never enough fucking towels.”

He chooses a shower beside mine this time, instead of on the opposite side of the room. I try not to hope he’ll ask me to wash his back or something. It’s too soon. I’m more open with my looks. So is he, I think. I can feel my cock stirring and will it to behave. To my hopeful eyes, his dick is a little longer than can be explained by just hot water and a swipe or two of a soapy hand. Then again, he’s younger than me and even I can still get excited, even when there’s nothing to be excited about.

I scowl but refuse to let the inability of my damp towel to dry my body ruin my mood. The early night air is still warm and finishes drying me by the time we reach the cabin. I take Kent’s towel and a handful of clothes pins and hang our towels out on the line stretched between the post of the side porch. The overhand should keep the dew off them. I realize I have no idea if it is supposed to rain tonight or not. I’ll chance it. I open two beers and join Kent on the couch.

“I had no idea this place,” he gestures with the bottle of beer, encompassing the entire resort, “was even here. It’s beautiful.”

“It is,” I agree. “They do a nice job. Better than her mom, truth be told. But they need some upgrades. Most folks don’t like sharing a shower.”

“It’s not so bad.”

I glance at him but his face is passive.

“No, sometimes they can be down-right enjoyable. Still, I think they’d do better if a few of the larger cabins, and eventually all of them, had showers. They could certainly rent them out for more.”

Kent nods.

“They didn’t use to stay open in the winter. I don’t know if they do now or not. My guess is not. I don’t think the snow is predictable enough to attract cross-country skiers. But, imagine if a couple of the cabins had small fireplaces, a hot tub out on the deck. They could turn it into a winter couples retreat.”

“No good restaurants close by though,” Kent offers. “It’s what, ten miles into town? And even then, the Mexican place was great but there’s not a lot to choose from.”

I give a non-committal grunt by way of agreement.

We finish our beers in silence. Kent crosses the small room and puts his empty back in the case. He takes a leak, not bothering to close the door. I hear him brush his teeth and he returns to the sofa. I add my empty to the case and brush my teeth. When I sit down on the couch, he moves a little closer. When his fingers touch my hand, I turn. His eyes tell me it’s okay and we kiss. Neither of us have shaved for a few days. I glory in the feel of his stubble on my lips.

He pulls back too soon but his hand still lies atop mine.

“Thank you for the first ordinary day I’ve had in over two years. It was amazing. Really.”

“My pleasure, Kent.”

He looks uncertain. “But can we leave it there for tonight? It’s been so long. Part of me wants to rip your clothes off and jump in bed but that’s too fast. I’m not ready. It’s my dick talking not my brain.”

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Bourbon Street located at 4612 Park Blvd. is a place that I have been to a few times since coming of age. The bar on University Heights neighborhood opens at 4 pm and remains open until 2 in the morning. Pool table, strippers, patio and videos provide entertainment.

On a cool Wednesday evening just before 8 I walked inside. There was a fairly large crowd of twenty somethings and thirty somethings. Whistling could be heard. I knew what induced them.

Opposite the bar is the small stage roped off from the seats around it. I found a seat down front. My attention was instantly fixed to the stage.

The stripper held the horny crowd’s attention. The gorgeous, muscular ash blonde had just walked like a model up the runway to the stage clad in speedo and muscle shirt. The crowd wanted to see erotica.

“Take it off!”

A loud cheer was heard as he strutted around the stage sliding his hand down into the red speedo.

“Hey baby take it all off! show us some ass!”

” Show us that big hardon!”

Slowly he pulled the T shirt up to his chest. He seemed to tease the crowd with a brief flash of nipple. Then several seconds later the shirt came over head and off. He fingered his nipples inducing more shouts and whistles.

Seconds later he began to pull the briefs slowly down to the obvious delight of the crowd.

“Let’s see your big cock!”

The young man continued his dance completely naked. He moved a hand onto his buttocks gently caressing them. His other hand went to his penis. Fully erect it had to be nine inches long.

“Nothing like being well endowed,” i thought.

I got a beer from the cute waiter that came to my table and began to drink it slowly. My attention was still riveted to the stage,

Having at that moment no one special in my life I began to fantasize just a little. A night with a big dick inside me would be perfect.

As I left the club I began to consider venues. I remembered hearing something about gay sports leagues.

During my high school days I had been an athlete, baseball being my sport. My position was center field I enjoyed playing but at the same time I never really made any close friends on the team. Knowing since puberty that I was born gay had something to do with that.

I was actually a pretty good athlete. On a team that batted a composite .285 I was hitting .317. I had been a singles hitter but with an occasional, balçova escort albeit rare, home run.

San Diego, I was to learn, had a 34 team gay softball league. Most of the teams were all male. This would be a good way to combine my love of sports with my strong desire to find a boyfriend.

Confident, I found a team sponsored by Pecs called Renegades and registered. Unlike high school days a few years earlier I felt very comfortable with that squad.

The first of 12 regular season games would be played on a Wednesday in early March

San Diego’s finest outdoor facility at Poway Sports Plex provides 3 fields with 300 foot fences,

It was a chilly night when I came onto the field and met my team mates for the first time. Somewhat shy of strangers I mingled with the ones who approached me.

He introduced himself as James. Standing about 5 foot 11 he seemed just the right weight for his height. Blond hair came just over his ears. A small stud ring adorned his ear. A semi full lip and pretty blue eyes made his face.

“Welcome to the team. I hope you have a good season,” he said shaking my hand with a firm grip,

“Thank you. I think I will.”

“Have you played sports at all?”

“I played High school baseball but I graduated eight years ago.”

“We’re about the same age. I’ve been out eight years also.”

The conversation was cut short by the start of the game. As the other team was batting first I trotted to my place in center field. The coach waved me toward right center for their first batter.

James and I found a chance to continue our little pre game chat.

“That was one hell of a catch their right fielder made.”

“It sure was,” I replied.

“I feel like I was robbed of a home run.”

I nodded.

The game had gone into the fifth inning. No one was keeping track of hits and runs. I just knew that our team was ahead. James stepped up to the plate. With two runners aboard I rooted for him to get a hit. The deep fly ball landed between center and left. Both runners charged across the plate. Jimmy stood at second base.

It was getting dark and quite chilly by now. The lights came on.

An hour later our team trotted off the field singly or in couples. I knew that some of the guys on the team were dating each other. James caught up with me half way to my car.

“You played a great game,” bandırma escort he said

“Thanks. You didn’t play so poorly either.”

“There’s a roller hockey rink here. Have you ever tried that?”

“I have,” I said.

“It’s a lot of fun.”

“Yes,” I answered.

A few more weeks and a few more games had passed into history. During all that time James kept making opportunities to chat with me. I liked that he paid attention. We had not gone anywhere together off the field except as a group to get a beer.

“Where are you from?”

“La Mesa. That’s where I graduated. I still live there.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“I’m an architect. What about you?”

“I work as a programmer for Electronic arts out of Los Angeles.”

“Video game consoles or PC?”

“Video game consoles,” he answered.

“Do you live in the city?”

“Yes I do.”

“I’m in the suburbs,” I replied

“Listen I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out some place. I can show you around the city. We can go for coffee or a movie.”

“I’d like that,” I replied.

I had not had a serious boyfriend since the break up. I had a one year rule. The year was long over.

James was looking better than ever. Looking to steal a kiss before the first date, I planted one on his lips.

“I guess that’s a yes,” he said.

I nodded.

“I’ll see you this weekend.”

On that note we parted for the time being. I headed for my car that would bring me home to La Mesa and he to his car.

That following Saturday afternoon I passed time cleaning my apartment. Laundry had been done. My first date in more than a year would arrive at any time. I was nervous. Would things would out?

I made a phone call.

“Hello,” my sister answered.

“Jenny it’s me Stephen.”

“Hi”

“I got a date tonight.”

“Cool. What’s his name? Where did you meet him?”

“His name is James. He’s from the softball team.”

I was a freshman in high school when I first came out. Coming out to my twin was safe.

“How’s the team doing?”

“We won three of our first four games.”

“Glad to hear that,” she said.

My door buzzer sounded an hour later.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, James.”

“Come on up.”

“Nice place,” he said looking around at everything in my living room.

I bayraklı escort looked at his outfit. He was impeccably dressed.

“I like that jacket on you,” I said.

“So where did you want to go?”

“What’s playing at the theater?”

“Do you like art films?”

“Art films?”

“no?”

“I like action films.”

The Bourne Ultimatum was playing in the city. A long line stood at the ticket counter to see the Robert Ludlum novel brought to the big screen. We took our seats toward the front.

Relaxed, I discreetly took my new boyfriend’s hand in mine. He turned and looked at me.

“Are you enjoying the movie?”

“Yes,” I answered softly.

The movie was over perhaps an hour later. James and I came outside the crowded theater into the night. Not in a mood to be discreet about our romance, I took his hand.

In the distance I heard a feint voice.

“There’s a gay couple.”

He looked at me.

“I think we’re attracting attention,” he said.

“So?”

“Stephen that’s why I like you. You’re so open and so comfortable with your homosexuality.”

“Why shouldn’t I be? I’ve been out since I was 15, ten years.”

A few moments later we had arrived back in his apartment. I extended a hand to his crotch.

“James I want your cock so much.”

We began to caress. Lips met and mouths opened. Tongues probed. I could feel him opening my pants and his hand going into my shorts. My pants were being pulled down then my shorts.

Both naked we caressed passionately in the living room. Our dicks stiffened in each other’s hand.

“mmmmmmmmmmm that feels so good.”

His hand squeezed my buttocks. A finger slid into my hole.

“Oh baby that feels so good.”

My lover held my hand walking into hs bedroom. He eased me onto his mattress, rolled me onto my side and mounted me. His throbbing seven inch member pushed inside my hole and moved back and forth rapidly. I moaned.

“Fuck me baby…Fuck me hard. I want it!”

Getting laid for the first time in 14 months brought indescribable pleasure. His raging hardon in my ass reminded me how great it could feel. In the early morning hours I was awakened by his alarm clock. He rolled onto his back and pushed the blanket down.

We looked at each other and kissed.

“Last night was awesome.”

“For me too,” he replied.

Moments later we stood toe to toe under the shower. While my lover lathered himself I tugged at his cock and balls. It hardened after a few seconds and looked inviting.

While he rinsed my lips closed around his sex and slid back and forth.

“Suck my big cock sweety!”

Outside the tub his mouth took my throbbing organ.

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Als Daddy nach Hause kam, fand er mich zwischen Helga und Christa beim Ansehen eines Videos, das wirklich Spitze war. Ein Hardcorestreifen, den man so in keinem Sexshop kaufen konnte: Meine Mutter in der Hauptrolle.

Als Daddy kam, konnte man gerade sehen, wie ihr Christa die Titten leckte, während Herbert seiner Tochter seinen Ständer in die Lustgrotte hämmerte.

„Ja, fick die geile Sau richtig hart durch! Stoß deine Tochter!” — unverkennbar Hildes Stimme, die ihren Mann da anfeuerte.

Und jetzt schwenkte die Kamera hinüber zu ihr. Sie ritt wild auf Georg, Helgas Mann, während der seiner Frau die Spalte leckte. Gerne hätte sie wahrscheinlich dabei ihren Schwiegersohn Hans geleckt, aber einer hatte ja die A-Karte und mußte die Kamera bedienen…

Ungläubig sah Daddy auf den Bildschirm, während seine Hose sich rasend schnell ausbeulte. Helga stand auf und kniete sich vor ihn hin.

„Gefällt es dir, wenn deine geile Ehestute so von ihrem eigenen Vater durchefickt wird? Und deine Mutter es sich von einem anderen Kerl machen läßt? Und beide noch lesbische Spielchen nebenbei treiben, he?”

Und schon hatte sie Daddys Hose geöffnet und sich seinen Dauerlutscher zwischen die Zähne gesteckt. Laut keuchend griff der Überfallene nach dem Kopf der Samenräuberin und drückte ihn rhythmisch immer wieder auf seinen Schwanz. Christa und ich konnten deutlich sehen, wie sich Helgas Hals immer wieder ausbeulte, wenn Daddys Eichel weit jenseits des Zäpfchens tobte.

Daddy keuchte und stöhnte, und deutlich war zu sehen, daß ihm bei dieser geilen Behandlung die Knie weich wurden.

Christa gab mir ein Zeichen. Ich verstand und sprang auf. Gemeinsam zogen wir das Zweiersofa, das gut einen Meter hinter Daddy stand, vor. So konnte er sich hinsetzen, ohne aus dem heißen Mund der ihn verwöhnenden Frau herauszurutschen.

Und Christa stieg gleich mit auf das Sofa. Schon präsentierte sie meinem Vater ihre naß glänzende Spalte. Und Daddys Zunge wußte nichts besseres, als schleunigst da hinein zu tauchen. (Ich hätte allerdings auch nichts besseres gewußt…) So stand ich da und beobachtete fasziniert den geilen Dreier, als Helga sich plötzlich an den Arsch griff und die Backen auseinanderzog.

Mir war sofort klar, was sie wollte. Ich kniete mich hinter sie und setzte meine Eichel knapp unterhalb des so einladend geöffneten Hintereingangs an. Ein kurzer Druck, und ich war bis zum Anschlag in der triefnassen Möse verschwunden. Einige Stöße, und mein Kleiner war gut geölt.

Also raus, und dann zum Hintereingang, den Helga mir einladend hinhielt, wobei sie ihn mit ihren schlanken Fingern immer weiter aufzog.

Fast ohne jeden Druck glitt meine gut geölte Lustrübe bis zum Anschlag in den warmen Tunnel. Und schon zog Helga ihre Rosette zusammen. Fest massierte sie mit immer neuen Muskelkontraktionen meinen Riemen, während sie mit beiden Händen meine Hüften festhielt, so daß mein Kleiner sich in ihrem Po fast gar nicht bewegte. Ihr Kopf flog dabei an Daddys Mast auf und ab.

Schon der Anblick war wesentlich geiler als alles, was ich bisher in Filmen gesehen hatte, und dann kam noch das tolle Gefühl an meinem Kleinen dazu. — Super!

Daddy wurde immer unruhiger. Er liebte es, Frauen zu lecken. Und jetzt drückte Christa ihm ihre heiße Spalte verlangend ins Gesicht, während noch dazu ihre Mutter seinen Ständer mit ihrem Mund auf der ganzen Länge verwöhnte. Krampfhaft begann er zu zucken, dann ein Schrei — und Helga schluckte und schluckte. Und preßte mir dabei fast den Ständer ab.

Was natürlich dann zu viel für mich war.

Aufbrüllend entlud ich mich in ihrem geilen Arsch…

Ich sackte auf Helga zusammen und rollte mich von ihr herunter. Und schon kniete Christa vor mir und lutschte mir den Schwanz sauber. Dann legte sie sich neben mir auf den Boden.

Daddy und ich trauten unseren Augen nicht: Helga setzte sich auf das Gesicht ihrer Tochter und ließ meinen Saft aus dem Hintereingang in deren Mund laufen.

Die beiden waren vor nichts fies…

„Jetzt müssen wir uns aber anziehen und los!” bedauerte Daddy. „Ich geh’ nur eben noch schnell pinkeln!”

Er schaute etwas verdutzt drein, als Christa sich an ihm vorbeidrängte und vor ihm ins Bad ging. Helga und ich wußten, was sie wollte und gingen hinterher.

Es war ein Genuß, im Spiegelschrank Daddys Gesicht zu beobachten, als er von der in der Badewanne knienden Frau die Aufforderung hörte, sie anzupinkeln. Und dann noch der Nachsatz:

„Und sieh zu, daß du auch in meinen Mund triffst – ich habe nämlich Durst!”

Helga kniete sich in die Duschtasse, die direkt neben der Badewanne angebracht war, und sah mich bittend an:

„Ich habe auch Durst!”

Und so standen Daddy und ich nebeneinander und pinkelten die beiden Frauen an. Für mich war es ja inzwischen normal — wenn ich mit den beiden allein war, hatte ich die Toilettenschüssel nicht mehr zum Pinkeln benutzt. Die Mädels übrigens auch nicht… Aber Daddy gab anscheinend das erste Mal in seinem Leben einer Frau die goldene ataşehir escort Dusche und Natursekt.

„Ich hatte immer gedacht, das gäb’ es nur in Pornos!” seufzte er, als er die letzten Tropfen abgeleckt bekam. „Aber das ist echt geil!”

„Magst du’s auch mal andersrum versuchen?” lächelte Helga ihn an. „Ich habe jetzt auch Druck…”

Daddy lächelte etwas verunsichert, aber dann sah er, wie ich zu Christa in die Wanne stieg, mich hinkniete und sie auffordernd ansah. So kniete er sich also in die Duschtasse — und Mutter und Tochter öffneten ihre Schleusen.

„Jetzt braucht ihr beide erst mal ‘ne eiskalte Dusche!” lachte Helga, nachdem wir brav die Löchlein der Damen trockengeleckt hatten. „Sonst kommt ihr gar nicht in die Hosen mit euren Ständern!”

Ich hätte nicht gedacht, daß mich das so anmachen könnte — und Daddy offenbar auch nicht. Helga duschte ihn in der Duschtasse kurz ab und Christa mich in der Wanne.

„Ausgiebig Duschen ist jetzt nicht drin!” kicherte Christa. „Sonst verpaßt ihr noch die Besuchszeit!”

„Die beiden sind ja wohl echt das Geilste, was es gibt!” meinte Daddy unterwegs. „Ich beneide dich so richtig, daß du so viel Zeit mit ihnen verbringen kannst!”

„Mach dir nichts draus, du wirst sie auch noch endlos genießen — wenn du es wegstecken kannst, was sie und ihre Männer mit Mama machen. Und wenn du es hinkriegst, auf die Bi-Neigungen von Hans und Georg einzugehen!”

„Na, ich hab’ ja schon ein bißchen mit dir und mit dem Kunstpimmel geübt… ich denke schon, vor allem: bei der Belohnung werde ich mir lieber die Zunge abbeißen, als zu protestieren…”

Daddys Hose war mächtig ausgebeult.

„Aber das Video war ja echt scharf!” meinte er. „War das der Höhepunkt, oder war das schon die ganze Zeit so?”

„Na ja, wir hatten knapp eine Stunde geguckt. Und abgesehen von den ersten zehn Minuten, in denen Mama ein wenig auftauen mußte, war es immer mächtig scharf. Lesbenspiele, Tittenfick, Blowjob — mit Schlucken — und sogar Arschfick. Deine Ehestute ist echt ein geiles Luder — da würde sich so mancher Kerl alle elf Finger nach lecken, selbst wenn sie nicht mal halb so gut aussehen würde. Allein schon wegen des Services. Und dann noch das heiße Aussehen — ein Wunder, daß dich noch keiner umgelegt hat, um an sie ranzukommen!”

„Tja, dann gib dir mal mächtig Mühe, um auch so was gutes zu erwischen! Aber du bist ja viel zu schüchtern…”

Ich haute kräftig auf den Putz.

„Hmpf, wenn man so gut ist wie ich, braucht man nicht groß ranzugehen, dann fliegen einem die Mädels einfach so zu und man muß aufpassen, daß der Riemen nicht ausfranst! — Wie hat dir eigentlich der Fick mit deiner zukünftigen Schwiegertochter gefallen?”

„Hä? Wer will sich denn scheiden lassen? Christa oder Helga?? Oder die Schmidt?”

„Ich brauch mich nicht an was Gebrauchtes wegzuschmeißen! Ich meine Yvonne!”

„Ich kenne keine Yvonne!”

„Und dabei hast du sie gestern noch genüßlich durchgezogen!”

„Meinst du etwa die süße Krankenschwester? Bilde dir mal keine Schwachheiten ein, nur weil sie dich beim Weggehen gerempelt hat…!”

Ich grinste in mich hinein. Und dann sah Daddy auch schon eine Parklücke. Während er den Motor abstellte, grinste er mich noch mal höhnisch an, und dann waren wir unterwegs zu Mutters Zimmer.

Als wir am Schwesternzimmer vorbeikamen, stand Yvonne unter der Tür und lächelte uns schon von weitem entgegen. Als wir gerade an ihr vorbeikamen, streckte sie ihre Hand aus. Ich nahm sie, blieb kurz stehen und hauchte einen Kuß auf ihren Handrücken.

Dann war die Berührung vorbei, und wir gingen weiter. Noch ein paar Schritte, und wir mußten in einen nach rechts abgehenden Gang wechseln. Als wir vom Schwesternzimmer nicht mehr gesehen werden konnten, griff Daddy an meinen Oberarm und hielt mich an.

„Hast du das gesehen? Die ist tatsächlich rot geworden! Hätte ich ihr nach der Nummer gestern gar nicht zugetraut. Ist da wirklich was an deinem Spruch von Schwiegertochter? Ich hatte gedacht, du wolltest mir einen aufladen…?”

„Christa kennt die Kleine und hat sich offensichtlich mit ihr über mich unterhalten. Und gestern abend hat Yvonne angerufen, nach mir gefragt — und wir haben uns über eine Stunde miteinander unterhalten, was ich sonst mit Mädels nicht kann: entweder sie gehen mir auf den Nerv oder ich baggre so plump, daß sie abdrehen. Aber gestern — ich habe mich selbst nicht wiedererkannt. Und vorher hatte Christa mir schon gesagt, daß Yvonne mich will — und für mich sogar bereit wäre, auf den schnellen Sex mit Diesem und Jenem zu verzichten!”

Daddy umarmte mich, was er seit Jahren nicht mehr getan hatte.

„Herzlichen Glückwunsch, mein Junge! So einen Glücksgriff hätte ich dir nie zugetraut! Da könnte ich glatt eifersüchtig werden! So toll du deine Mutter auch findest — so locker wie deine Kleine ist sie nie an den Sex rangegangen!”

„Mach mal langsam, alter Stecher, da liegen ja auch ein paar Jahre Zeitgeschichte dazwischen!”

„Für escort ataşehir den alten Stecher sollte ich dir eigentlich ein paar semmeln, aber wenn du mir versprichst, daß ich deine Süße noch mal genießen darf, verzeihe ich dir noch mal!”

„Von mir hast du keinen Ärger zu erwarten, höchstens von Yvonne oder Mama. Aber ich denke mal, die sind beide für munteres Rumbumsen zu haben. Yvonne sowieso, und Mama ja offensichtlich auch — nach dem, was wir bisher erfahren haben. Also bist eigentlich du die letzte Bremse. Aber ich stelle eine Bedingung!”

„Daß du mit Mama darfst?? Kein Problem!”

„Och, da würde ich dich nicht lange fragen. Notfalls würde ich sie eben nur dann flachlegen, wenn du nicht da wärst. Aber die Schmidt und noch so ein paar Mädels, die ich gerne mal flachlegen würde — da mußt du dann als Verstärkung da sein, damit wir sie so richtig heiß reiten können!”

„Nachdem ich jetzt deinen Geschmack kennen gelernt habe: kein Problem!” lachte Daddy.

Und dann standen wir in Mutters Zimmer.

Die Laune ließ merklich nach.

Im bisher freien Bett lag eine Siebzigjährige.

Nicht daß ich was gegen reifere Damen habe, ich genieße gerne deren Erfahrung. Aber wenn sie dann doppelt so alt aussehen, wie sie sind — nein danke. Und dann noch dieses Genörgle!

Mama hatte zwar schon Kanülen in Armen und Handrücken (die Beine zeigte sie uns nicht, wohl um nicht noch mehr Gezeter bei ihrer Nachbarin zu erzeugen), war aber sonst recht gut gelaunt. Nur — egal was wir sagten, die Nachbarin quasselte immer mit, so daß wir alle (offensichtlich auch Mama) froh waren, als der Lautsprecher krächzte und das Ende der Besuchszeit ankündigte.

Wir verabschiedeten uns von Mama und machten uns auf den Weg. Als wir aus der Station ins Treppenhaus hinaustraten, kam uns Yvonne entgegen.

„Hey, Petra ist ja echt zu beneiden! Von Mann und Sohn so geliebt zu werden…!” lächelte sie.

„Wie meinst du… — äh, wie meinen Sie das?” fragte Daddy etwas verwirrt.

„Bleiben wir ruhig beim Du! Also, ich habe schon oft erlebt, daß Männer wesentlich schneller weg waren, obwohl die Zimmernachbarin nicht halb so schlimm war wie die bei Petra! Aber tröstet euch — die ist in spätestens drei Tagen wieder aus dem Zimmer. So oder so! Übrigens — Werner hat dir wohl schon gesagt, daß ich Yvonne heiße. Und von Christa weiß er auch schon, daß ich gerne deine Schwiegertochter werden möchte!”

Und dann hing sie an meinem Hals und küßte mich. Ein paar andere Besucher schauten ziemlich irritiert, und einer sah mich später auf dem Parkplatz mit unverhohlenem Neid an…

„Bis morgen, mein Liebling!” hauchte sie und war auf der Station verschwunden.

Daddy hatte offensichtlich zu schlucken. Während der ganzen Fahrt sagte er kein Wort. Erst als er das Auto abschloß, war er wieder fähig zu sprechen.

„Herzlichen Glückwunsch, mein Sohn! So eine Frau findet man unter tausend nur eine — und gerade du hast sie erwischt! Und ohne was zu tun, nein, sie will dich! Wenn du sie ablehnst, sorge ich eigenhändig dafür, daß du den Rest deines Lebens in einer Gummizelle verbringst! — Mich stört eigentlich nur eins: die Nummer gestern war klasse — aber das war’s denn wohl! Ich kann doch nicht meine Schwiegertochter…”

„Quatschkopf! Du kannst deine Schwiegermutter, dein Sohn darf seine Mutter — warum solltest du nicht deine Schwiegertochter vögeln dürfen? Laß die Gesellschaft und ihre Erwartungen mal außen vor, entscheidend ist doch wohl, was die Beteiligten wollen. Und von mir aus gerne! Mama scheint es auch toll gefunden zu haben, und Yvonne ist Geilheit pur. Also — was spricht gegen ein Verhältnis zwischen euch beiden? Zumal du selbst schon in ein paar Tagen deinen Schniedel in deiner eigenen Mutter versenken wirst — und in ein paar Wochen wirst du sehen, wie dein Vater deine Frau stößt!”

Das die beiden es schon miteinander trieben, durfte ich ihm nicht sagen. Ich hatte es Helga versprochen…

Als wir ins Haus traten, kam Inge Schmidt gerade aus dem Keller und sah uns unsicher an. Ich konnte es mir nicht verkneifen:

„Hallo Süßte!” lachte ich ihr zu. „Hast du Jakob schon was gestanden?”

Inge wurde knallrot.

„Ich trau mich nicht! Ich will keine Scheidung!”

Man sah deutlich, daß sie mit den Tränen kämpfte.

„Keine Angst, Mutter und Christa würden sich sogar gerne von Jakob rammeln lassen. Und noch ein paar Mädels, deren Männer du noch nicht gehabt hast. Aber bevor das passiert, wird er ein unbequemes Gespräch über sich ergehen lassen müssen. Und dann ist alles klar… Über deinen Nebenverdienst werde ich ihm nichts erzählen. Was hätte ich davon, wenn er dich in die Wüste schickt? Dann wärst du hier weg und ich könnte dich nicht mehr nach Lust und Laune flachlegen. Nur — wenn du dich widersetzt, dann ist Rache dafür natürlich süß…”

Inge hing an meinem Hals und küßte mich. Jetzt wußte sie endlich wie der Hase lief.

„Ich werde alles tun, was du von mir verlangst! Und wenn du mich auf ataşehir escort bayan den Strich schickst oder mir den einen oder anderen Mann verbietest — ich gehöre dir!”

„An Jakob bist du nur ausgeliehen?”

„Ja, du bist mein Herr!”

Ich schluckte. Damit ergaben sich ganz neue Perspektiven! Das mußte ich mir erst mal genüßlich durch den Kopf gehen lassen.

„In Ordnung! Du weißt, wann ich das Haus verlasse, um zur Schule zu gehen! Dann stehst du nur in Strapsen, Strümpfen und Heels in deiner Wohnungstür, damit ich vor der blöden Schule wenigstens noch mal was erfreuliches sehe!”

„Ja, Herr!”

Hoppla, ich hatte sie doch gar nicht abgerichtet (so was kannte ich aus Ingos Lieblingsporno)?!? Und sie tat so, als ob?? Das war ausbaufähig…

Daddy stand daneben und hatte sein Kinn fast auf dem Boden hängen. Klar, er wußte noch nicht, was ich heute gesehen hatte. Als wir in Christas Wohnung ankamen, erzählte ich ihm die Story, während ich mich schon mal auszog.

„Mein Sohn, du brauchst keine Ausbildung und kein Studium! Verdien dein Geld doch einfach mit schönen, aber dummen Frauen!”

„Arschgesicht!” kam es empört von Christa. „Werner ist ein toller Kerl, der nie darauf käme, eine Frau wirklich auszubeuten. Er ist nur sauer, daß Inge und ihr Mann deine und meine Ehe aufs Spiel gesetzt haben, nur um ihren eigenen Spaß zu haben. Und jetzt nutzt er aus, daß er etwas weiß, was Jakob nie erfahren darf — damit die beiden möglichst nie wieder solche Scheiße bauen!”

Daddy sackte zusammen.

„Ihr habt recht!” stotterte er. „Der Traum vom leichten Geld ist mit mir durchgegangen! Und außerdem — nicht nur, daß die Frauen zu schade dafür sind, der Job ist verdammt bleihaltig, und Yvonne soll ja nicht so jung schon Witwe werden!”

„Hat dir dein Söhnchen gestanden, was Sache ist?” lachte Helga. „Herzlichen Glückwunsch zur geilsten Schwiegertochter des Jahrtausends!”

Und schon hing sie an Daddys Hals.

„Mir knurrt der Magen!” maulte Christa ganz unerotisch. „Laßt uns was essen, und dann können wir uns immer noch an den gemütlichen Teil machen!”

Daddy war als letzter fertig. Gerade schob er sich den letzten Bissen in den Mund, als es klingelte.

Christa und ich grinsten uns an, während Helga mit strahlendem Gesicht zur Tür ging. Daddy wirkte etwas verunsichert. Aber bisher war es ja immer gut ausgegangen, wenn die beiden Frauen die Tür geöffnet hatten.

„Hallo, ich hoffe, ihr seid noch nicht zu weit in euren Spielchen, um noch mitmachen zu können?” klang die Stimme von Mamas Vater durch die Tür.

„Natürlich nicht! Zieht euch aus und macht mit!” kicherte Helga. „Wir sind gerade mit dem Essen fertig und erwarten sehnsüchtig den Bericht über den Krankenhausbesuch. Und danach wird’s dann richtig heiß!”

„Und da freu ich mich schon so richtig drauf!” lachte Oma, während sie ins Wohnzimmer kam. Sie hatte im Flur den Mantel fallen lassen und stand in Strapsen, Strümpfen und mordsmäßig hochhackigen Riemchensandalen vor uns.

„Wo ist der Schniedel von meinem Schwiegersohn? Das darf doch nicht wahr sein — der Kerl hat ja noch die Hose an! Da lob’ ich mir doch meinen Enkel!”

Und schon kniete sie vor mir, und Opa sah gerade noch meine Eichel im Mund seiner Frau verschwinden, als er mit Helga im Arm nackt ins Wohnzimmer kam.

Daddy schien den Weltrekord aufstellen zu wollen, so schnell war er aus den Klamotten. Und dann kniete er sich hinter seine Schwiegermutter und leckte ihr durch die Pospalte. Wohlig stöhnend hob Hilde ihren immer noch knackigen Po, so daß Daddy sie gründlich verwöhnen konnte. Wobei er natürlich auch seine Hände mit benutzte.

Hilde zuckte zusammen und stöhnte heiser auf meinen Schwanz, als Daddys rechter Daumen in ihre Rosette eindrang. Mit der linken Hand ging er weiter nach unten und fing offensichtlich an, den Kitzler seiner Schwiegermutter zu streicheln. Geil grunzend spreizte Oma die Schenkel etwas weiter, und an Daddys Armbewegung sah ich, daß er offenbar versuchte, mit den Fingern in das heiße Fickloch der geilen Lady einzudringen. Und schon bald ließ Omas Reaktion erkennen, daß ihr Schwiegersohn erfolgreich war. Jetzt wurde sie in drei Löchern gleichzeitig bearbeitet…

Unwillig stöhnte sie auf, als Daddy seine Finger aus ihren Löchern zog. Aber dann setzte er seinen harten Riemen an der Rosette an und drang langsam ein. Wohlig stöhnte sie auf, während sie weiter meinen Riemen lutschte…

„Dieter!” rief Christa. Als ich zu ihr hinsah, zog sie gerade ihre Hand unter einem Sofakissen hervor — und warf Daddy ihren großen schwarzen Dildo zu. Geschickt fing er ihn, und während er langsam weiter in den prallen Arsch seiner Schwiegermutter fickte, schob er eine Hand mit dem Kunstriemen unter ihren Körper. Der spannte sich, und ihre Bewegungen wurden etwas unkontrolliert. Offenbar hatte Daddy Erfolg…

Richtig, die angestrengte Konzentration in seinem Gesicht lockerte sich, und dann rief er fröhlich „drin!”

Was dann folgte, war einfach geil. Oma blies wild meine Flöte, stützte sich aber nur noch mit dem linken Arm ab, weil sie mit der rechten Hand den schwarzen Freund aus der Hand meines Vaters übernommen hatte und sich jetzt ziemlich hart damit fickte. Und Daddy rammelte in ihren Arsch, als hinge die Genesung meiner Mutter davon ab…

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